#I’ve had fast food for 5 days in a row dude

[longlegsnamjoon420]

Stress is literally the only thing that makes me lose weight I literally stopped doing everything “healthy” and I’m finally. Losing weight lmfao I can’t

[httpdabi]

My pet

Genre: romance, smut, normal AU with no quirks, university!reader x professor! Dabi,

Summary: Maybe skipping his class wasn’t such a bad idea. After all, the detention could wait for some other time, not like you weren’t getting sick of it anyway.

Words: 6.8k

Warnings: 18+, praise kink, bit of fingering in public place, semi public sex, unprotected sex, creampie.

Taking a deep breath you tried to calm yourself down a little. From all the papers, you had to lose the one from Professors Aizawa’s classes, which was pretty important. And the fact that he had a pretty big dislike of you didn’t help either, since you were sure that he will nag about it a whole moth or give you little to no time to write it again.

Rolling your eyes, you collected all the papers on the floor, putting them in one box, accepted the fact that your paper is nowhere to be found. With a big sigh you stood up and poured the hot coffee in your cup to go, before you took your bag from the floor and left your apartment.

You weren’t in the mood for Uni today, but at least you had only few classes, which meant you won’t spend much time there.

You checked your phone one last time, before you locked the door and hurried downstairs to catch your bus. Using the app, you always checked when will the bus arrive, giving yourself 5 minutes to catch it. This time you went out a bit earlier, since Aizawa’s class was the first one. After all you didn’t have the paper done, you couldn’t afford yourself more shit with being late.

,,Fuck’’ you hissed when you saw the bus already on the bus stop. You were about to run, but once you noticed all the people squished in it, you couldn’t force yourself to do it. After all, you were never sporty, every time you had to run to catch the bus, he would simply speed off and leave you half dead on the bus stop. Yeah, you had a condition of a dead horse.

,,I’ll be a bit late’’

you texted your best friend Mina as you sat on the small waiting bench. The next bus will arrive in 8 Minutes, which was enough time for you to smoke one. Upset about everything, you smoked your cigarette almost aggressively, puffing on it like it was your last one.

You don’t run. There is always a possibility that you will die if you run. So, it’s better if you come a bit late, then not at all. You thought to yourself.

Some people don’t come to the classes at all and no one gives a shit, yet you are worried about some stupid paper and being late.

When the bus arrived, you turned the cigarette off and got inside, finding yourself an empty seat as you hopped into it. Momo texted you that Aizawa is not even there and that maybe there’s a chance you’ll arrive before him.

Of course there’s no chance you’ll be able to do it, since the bus driver took his time driving. You were sure they had something against you. When you are trying to catch a bus, they suddenly turn into Formula 1 drivers as they speed off, but when you are inside of the bus, they follow every possible rule and drive so slow.

The moment you arrived, you walked pretty fast surprisingly, every second step you took, you tried to force yourself to run. You tried to push yourself between the students that had their best time in the fucking hallway of the Uni. Most of them giving you a weird looks as you started to run for the first time, upstairs.

Opening the door of the huge class, you stood there confused. The man standing there wasn’t Aizawa, so you looked around to check if the classroom was the correct one. It was. Scanning the room, you saw Momo in the last row giggling at you. Giving the man one last look, you made your way to your best friend.

,, You didn’t check your messages, did you?’’ She whispered quietly, as you hopped between her and Mina. Shaking your head you took out your notebook and placed it on the table, while Momo explained to you what’s going on.

So, Aizawa had some problems which forced him to be absent for the next 6 months, making his assistant Touya Todoroki take over his classes.

The three of you chit chatted quietly, as your new so called Professor was calling out your names to mark the list. Like in high school, you thought to your self as you put your hand up when your last name was called. Professor Aizawa never did that, one look was enough for him to notice who is absent and who’s not.

Everyone knew Touya Todoroki. He was around your age, and that made students a little bit more comfortable around him. You heard that he finished Uni one or two years ago, being one of the top students. Being that smart, and Aizawa’s one of favorites, they gave him the chance to work there as his assistant.

In your opinion, joking around with the students wasn’t really smart of him, since there’s always a possibility that they won’t take him seriously later on. But hey, maybe you were wrong.

Once the introduction was done, and he said enough about himself and all the plans Aizawa had for the next 6 months, he said that he’ll call your names out in alphabetical order, for you to give him your paper and sign the list he prepared for it.

You felt a bit uneasy when you realized that till now, all of them had their work finished and the possibility that you’re the only one that didn’t have it made your stomach twist.

When your name was called out, you thought about some lies you could tell him, none of them good enough.

,,I’ve lost it’’ you breathed out as you clapped your hands and slowly nodded your head. He gave you the ‘’are you serious’’ look as you stood there embarrassed a bit.

,,Is that even possible ?’’ he asked as he raised his brow at you, eying you out while you played with your fingers nervously.

,, Obviously, it is’’ you said, crossing your arms on your chest. What kind of question is that even? People come here and lie about their test being eaten by their pets, yet your honest and sad excuse was suspicious to him.

,, When is the next date ?’’ you added, hoping he’ll give you enough time to write it again.

,,Tomorrow’’ he said, not even looking at you.

,, WHAT ?’’ a scream escaped your lips, loud enough for everyone in the class to hear and look at you. Is this dude insane ? Even tho Aizawa didn’t like you, he would still give you maybe a week to finish it.

,,Take it or leave it’’ he said, with a small smile formed on his lips, like he didn’t just tell you to do something impossible. Rolling your eyes shamelessly, you turned around and made your way toward your seat, where Momo and Mina waited excitedly to ask you what happened and so on.

The moment your last class finished, you had to cancel all of your plans, making your way home immediately after it. That day, you couldn’t even afford yourself to make a lunch or dinner, since every second and minute counted. The only food for you was coffee and cigarettes that day.

The good thing was, that you remembered lots of things you already wrote, but sadly, the paper wasn’t really small, forcing you to write and write without taking even a small break.

You hoped that you’ll finish it till 11PM, since your first class started early in the morning, at 7 AM. Sadly your big hope sank like Titanic when you checked what time it was when you almost finished your paper.

It was fucking 3:37 AM.

That disgusting motherfucker, you thoguht to yourself, as you imagined how great it would feel if you had the possibility to break his fucking tattooed neck.

The moment you heard the alarm, you wished you were dead. If someone placed a gun on your forehead at that moment, you would probably beg him to shoot you. Taking more time then usual, you found yourself being late again. This time you didn’t give a single shit about it. You didn’t give a shit about looking like half dead bird, with your hair tied up in way too messy bun and dark circles under your eyes.

Stomping into the classroom, you didn’t bother to look or greet anyone, forcing yourself to sit in the first row, since more students remembered that they actually go to Uni and suddenly decided that today is the best day to show up. Mina and Momo didn’t sit close to each other or to you either, since the class was unusually much fuller.

Grabbing your phone out of your pocked, once it started to vibrate, you saw that Mina and Momo were writing shit in your little group chat.

,, Are we having this piece of shit all day?’’

you texted, ignoring the topic they were writing about.

,, Yeah, we’ll have one and half hour break in between, and then him again. I don’t mind it tho. Dude’s handsome as fuck’’

Mina replied, making you roll your eyes.

,, Handsome as fuck my ass. Bro looks like random junkie from the main train station’’

you tapped furiously sending the message, scrolling down your Instagram feed, not even bothering to look at him, when he called your name out when he checked the absence list.

,,No phone in my class’’ he said loud enough, when he noticed it. Ignoring his statement, you just continued to use your phone. It’s not his problem if you are using your phone, it’s not his fucking problem if you decide not to follow his class and fail it at the end. Sure, if you were interrupting the class, then it would make some sense. But since you didn’t interrupt him or anyone, it shouldn’t bother him at all.

In one moment, you had your phone in your hands, the next one it was snatched from your hands. Looking up, you saw him standing in front of the desk you sat in, with your phone in his hands, scanning the room if anyone else was using it too. Both Mina and Momo hid their phones fast, when they realized what just happened.

He stood there quietly as he did something on your phone. The only thing you could see was his thumb scrolling something on your phone up. Whatever it was, he had no fucking right to do it and it made your blood boil.

,, There is something called privacy, you sick fuck’’ you hissed loudly. Maybe it was the lack of sleep, or the fact that you had less then one day to finish your paper, but you couldn’t stop yourself from insulting him. The moment you spat those words, you felt his eyes on yours. You noticed a small smirk formed on his lips as he turned your phone off.

,, You just got yourself in detention Miss.’’ He said, as he placed his phone on his desk ignoring your complains.

At that point you weren’t sure if he got all the dislike on you from Aizawa, or if you had that kind of personality that made people easily dislike you. Sure, maybe you overacted and embarrassed yourself in front of the whole class, but in your defense, he didn’t have the right to do it. None of the students were children. All of you had the right to decide on your own if you will pay attention to the class or not.

When the first class was done, Mina and Momo came to you immediately, eyes wide in shock as they talked about what just happened. The two of them waited for you beside the door, as you took your finished paper and made your way toward his desk.

He pushed your phone from the end of the desk toward your direction, as he told your friends that there’s no need to wait for you. Confused, they left immediately, not wanting to pull themselves into troubler or give you more of it.

,, Sit down’’ he said, as you stood there confused as well, gripping tightly onto your paper. Being a bit lost, you didn’t follow him immediately, standing there totally lost.

,, Sit the fuck down’’ he repeated, this time a little louder. You sat there, eyes wide open in shock. Sure, he started off as someone that looked like all of your classes would be fun with him, but with todays actions, and the small amount of time he gave you, definitely changed the view of him to the rest of the students. To you even more, since his sudden behavior wasn’t really pleasing.

,, Paper’’ he simply said, as he tapped with his hand on his desk. You gave it to him immediately, not sure if you are allowed to leave or not, also unsure if you can take your phone or not anymore.

,,Good, now go clean the desks or whatever’’ he said as he took your paper, scanning it a little bit.

,, You gotta be kidding me’’ you laughed. This dude has some serious issues, you thought to yourself. ,, We ain’t in fucking high school’’ you hissed. You were about to grab your phone, but his hand stopped you, as he grabbed your wrist with his left hand.

Without saying another word, he just shook his head towards the direction where the small bucket was. Usually prepared for the Cleaning lady that does her job once the class is over.

You wanted to make even more drama, and curse him out instead of apologizing for interrupting his class, but at that moment you didn’t have the balls for it. First of all, because you were pretty sure he was in contact with Prof. Aizawa all the time, and second, it was already clear enough that he dislikes you more then Aizawa does.

You took a deep breath, as you prepared the water. Hoping he will let you go soon, since everyone else is already on the break and if you were being honest, you were getting pretty hungry.

The whole time, he just ignored you as he was correcting your paper. He already corrected the paper the rest of the class turned in, so he wanted you to have your note too. Aizawa told him about you, never paying attention to the class and appearing just to avoid the shit you could get for missing the classes. He heard enough about all of you, and he wanted to make sure none of you will misunderstand him just because of his young age. Starting of with you, and giving one good example to everyone else. Sure, it wasn’t very nice of him to give you less then one day to finish your paper, but only you were the one without it, and he didn’t want to wait too long for it and make you lose the little focus you had on the rest of the class. He was pretty sure you would mostly focus on the paper you had to write, ignoring the other stuff he prepared.

You took your time cleaning the desks, humming some song that was in your head last few days. When you finished your task, you made your way toward his desk. Sitting down to the desk in front of his own, you wanted to ask him if you may leave or take your phone, but somehow it felt too weird to do it.

,, Spit it out’’ he said, his eyes focused on the paper you gave him. Of course he noticed the little uncomfortable glances you gave him, and the way you played with your fingers. Something about it gave him the feeling of power, in some weird twisted way.

,, Can I go ?’’ you asked fast.

,,No’’ he replied as fast as you asked, like he was prepared for you to ask him that, making you whine loudly. You were pretty sure if it was Prof. Aizawa instead of him, you wouldn’t even dare to react that way.

,, Text your friends to bring you something to eat. You ain’t having the break today’’ he said, still correcting the paper. With a huge sigh you took your phone and turned it on. Messages popping up one after other. Mina and Momo cursing him out, sharing their location with you and simply being worried a bit. You told them about the break thing and asked them to bring you some snack, as you complained how he’s actually torturing you.

His coughing took your attention, making you place your phone on the table as you watched him stretch his arms out, as he placed your paper in front of you. Your eyes widened when you saw a huge D and 52% written on your paper. Some students would just be happy they passed, but not you. The worst grade you ever got in last two years was C, and yet you almost failed this fucking paper, only few percent’s saving your ass.

,, The beginning was alright. You missed lots of points. In the middle, some stuff you wrote didn’t make sense at all.’’ He sighed as he rubbed his right eye a bit before he continued telling you what you fucked up.

,, The end was terrible, from all the facts you wrote, to your grammar. It was painful to read ’’ He added, as he played with the pen in his hands.

,, Not sure what you expected from me when you gave me less then 24 hours to finish this shit.’’ You spat, anger taking over you again. At this point you found yourself missing Aizawa, and first time you felt unsure if you will be able to pass this class.

,,Is this detention done now? Can I leave now ?’’ you asked, wanting this shit finally to be over, ignoring his words from before that you won’t have a break today. At your surprise he just laughed you out, pissing you off even more if it was possible at all.

,, This ain’t your detention sweetie’’ he laughed, as he took his phone out of his pocket. Telling you how you will have to stay every day after classes for 1 to 2 hours to help him prepare his stuff for next classes. For the next four weeks.

You weren’t sure if he was joking around or not. You knew that some students had to do it, for example, Mina had to do it for a whole week, since she pissed off your Professor Shigaraki, always being late to his classes last year.

The next day, you ignored what he told you, as you made your way toward the exit when the class was done, only to be stopped as he called your last name out. That was enough for you to understand that he wasn’t joking around, and that the next four weeks you will have to give up 1 to 2 hours of your precious time.

At the beginning all you had to do was print the papers he prepared for the classes, and grab some stuff he needed while he was writing something down, or correcting some shit. You found yourself regretting the decision to go to that fucking uni. Usually professors don’t give a damn if a student pays attention to the class, if he passes or fail. They are here to teach, not discipline and if you feel like failing, that’s your issue. Well, not in this case. You felt like they enjoyed torturing y’all just for their own satisfaction.

Later on he would command you in the middle of the class to grab something out the office, since you already spent few hours in it, knowing where his stuff is. You also got yourself a new nickname in class, which was ‘’Todoroki’s pet’’.

,, Chill out, you only have 3 more weeks’’ Mina said as she took a bite of her sandwich, saying how she knows how you feel.

,, Bitch, no one called you Shigaraki’s pet. This is embarrassing’’ you whined, taking a sip of your coffee. The two of you decided to ditch the rest of the classes, since it was his one anyway. She wasn’t in the mood to listen to anyone’s shit today, since she had one sleepless night, and you weren’t in mood to stay 2 extra hours.

Both of you spent some time in the café, gossiping about some people form your class and making plans for tonight. Since it was Friday, both of you wanted to enjoy your time a bit, instead of spending the night home being lazy as fuck. Mina told you that Keigo invited the three of you to his little house party that he made every now and then. Every time his parents would go somewhere because of work, he would throw a party that made him so famous among other students.

He knew you, Mina and Momo from the high school and he always got along with all three of you. Sometimes even tagging along with the three of you to grab a coffee, nagging about his affairs and so on.

Mina didn’t go home, since you invited her to come over to your place. Both of you getting a good ass nap before you got ready for the party. She wore some of your fancy clothes and you wore a simple white shirt, and your pastel purple strap dress over it, that hugged your curves perfectly. The two of you did your make up before you wore your black Martens boots and made your way to the party.

Momo was already waiting at the party for you, drinking her beer with Keigo. She placed her drink on the counter when she saw the two of you get in. There were already some people you knew, but you knew that in the matter of time the house will be full as fuck.

,, You two sick fucks, why did you leave me all alone today’’ she laughed out as she took one sip of her beer.

,, No one’s in the mood to talk about that fucktard and his annoying ass classes here.’’ You said loudly, as you made a drink for yourself, mixing Malibu with some cherry juice as Keigo asked the three of you what happened.

,, Professor fucking Todoroki is torturing the shit out of me.’’ You said as you placed a cigarette between your lips. ,, I never thought I’ll say this, but I really miss Aizawa’’ you said in one breath making your friends laugh at your sudden confession.

,, Ah, I heard about your new nickname tho’’ Keigo said with a huge grin on his face, making you roll your eyes. ,, What is it again?’’ he asked, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

You were about to tell him to shut the fuck up and drop this topic already, but a arm placed around your shoulders threw you out of the tact.

,, They call her My pet’’ a familiar voice said, making you almost choke on your drink. Momo’s eyes were looking at you in shock, and Mina tried to make herself unnoticed, since she skipped his classes with you today.

,, Bro, I heard that you are giving her some hard time. What did you do to my girl?’’ Keigo laughed loudly, as he greeted his ‘’friend’’. You sat there frozen, totally forgetting that you have a cigarette in your hand, that was now half way done. You weren’t sure how much he heard.

,, Nothing she didn’t deserve.’’ Your prof. answered, laughing together with Keigo. You forget that he was around your age, and that it shouldn’t be such a big deal to see him at party’s like this. After all, everyone enjoyed his company. You, Mina and Momo exchanged one look that told more then any word could. All of you grabbing your drink, before leaving the two of them in the kitchen.

,,What the fuck is he doing here ?’’ you spat out, not giving a shit if he will hear you or not.

,, I have no idea. This was so embarrassing’’ Mina said, laughing loudly as she drowned her drink down, grabbing another one immediately.

,, Why ?’’ Momo asked confused, making you ask yourself how much she drank already.

,,Girl, the fuck are you even asking ?’’ Mina asked her, still giggling around. ,, Usually people get smarter in Uni, what happened with you? ‘’ she added wrapping her arm around Momo’s shoulders.

,, Downgrade’’ you said, making your friends laugh, as Momo hit your arm lightly.

Keigo was playing the music, his phone connected to the large loudspeakers. At the beginning you hated his taste of music, but later on you simply got used to it and at some point you started liking the songs he would play.

The three of you were fooling around, chitchatting with some people you knew from Uni. Once you heard that Anxiety from Blackbear started playing, you made your way toward the kitchen where Keigo was. The moment he saw you he started making some silly dance moves, as you immediately started to hop around and copy his moves. The first time he showed you this song, you literally hated it so much, only later on to learn every word as it became the song of you two.

He started singing as you prepared another drink for yourself, waving your left arm in the air like Keigo did, following the beat of the song. At that point, you didn’t give a fuck about the presence of your Prof, since it looked like he didn’t really want to bother you either.

,, Having fun?’’ Keigo asked, as he placed his glass in front of your lips, forcing you to drink every drop of his drink.

,, Disgusting’’ you hissed, making a face. He laughed at your silly face and reaction as he pat your head. Taking a sip of your sweet drink, trying to cover up the Whisky he just gave you.

,, Touya, your detention ain’t shit. She still doesn’t have any manners’’ Keigo joked, as he shook his head a little.

,, I’m working on it’’ He answered, a small smirk appearing on his lips.

,, Oh shut the fuck up, both of you’’ you blurted, trying not to give them much reaction, since you were pretty sure they were just provoking you at this point. The two of them only laughed at your reaction, finding it cute.

Hopping of the long chair, you pulled your dress down, and made your way to find your friends. The house was full at this point. Greeting every third person, you tried to find either Mina or Momo, only to give up at the end.

Not wanting to go back in the kitchen, you made your way upstairs where the guest room was. Keigo and Todoroki noticed you going upstairs as Keigo tired to call your name out, only to end up being ignored since you didn’t hear shit.

You hopped onto the bed, your feet still on the floor, since you were too lazy to take off your boots. You placed the small ashtray on the bed, and lit your cigarette as you watched the people in the small hallway dance around and have fun.

Taking your phone out of the small pocket of your dress, you sent a message to the group chat, asking your friends where they are and telling them that you are in the guest room. Dropping your phone to the side, you enjoyed your cigarette, and the muffed sounds of the music. Looking at the ceiling, you waited for your friends to reply or come finally, since you wanted to drink and have some more fun.

The moment you heard the door close, your body twitched up.

,, What do you want now ? ‘’ you hissed when you saw Todoroki making his way to sit next to you. Instead of answering you, he just sat beside you, taking the small box of cigarettes and lighting one with your lighter.

You did the same thing, trying to cover the fact that you indeed felt a little bit uncomfortable. You laid down again, ignoring his presence as you puffed on your cigarette. You could feel his stare on you, as you tried to pull your dress down a little, scared it showed more then is should.

He laid down next to you, placing the ashtray to the side. In that moment you wished you were drunk, since the whole situation was freaking you out a little.

,, Chill out doll, we ain’t at Uni.’’ He said, placing his hands under his head, answering your question only now.

He looked a bit different then usual. Wearing simple black shirt with jeans, and Nike airforce. It looked good, but it kinda felt weird since the only outfit you saw him in was the formal one, in the uni.

You tried to move to the side a little, since he was a bit too close. Placing the ashtray on the nightstand, you took it as excuse to move a bit form him. Sure, he was handsome as fuck, sure you wouldn’t mind him that close, laying down beside you, if he wasn’t your fucking professor for the next six fucking months.

He noticed you wiggling to the side. How could he not notice that, as your dress got a bit up without you even realizing it, giving him view of more skin. He’s not stupid, he knew he made you uncomfortable, but he liked it. He liked the way when some of your friends called you by your new nickname. He loved the fact that he marked you his, without trying at all.

The moment you stood up, realizing that your dress is showing more then you intended to, grabbing the edges of it and pulling it down while whispering small apologies, his dick twitched inside of his pants. He placed one more cigarette between his lips, as he grabbed your wrist, forcing you to sit on his lap and not giving a single fuck if you could feel his erection.

,, What’s wrong doll?’’ he asked once you gasped in surprise. He loved how you didn’t dare to complain or even say anything. But was there even something to say? Even if you wanted to, you couldn’t find yourself to form a normal sentence anymore.

,, You heard what Keigo said. ‘’ he whispered, as he inhaled the smoke of his cigarette. ,, That my detention ain’t shit’’ he added, his finger on your jaw now, making you look at him.

,,What should I do’’ he wondered out loud, turned on only by the confused look on your face. You weren’t sure if he already noticed, but all he did at that moment turned you on. His grip around your jaw got stronger, forcing you to open your mouth lightly, as his lips got closer to yours only to exhale the smoke in your mouth.

,, You know, I have to punish my pet for being absent today’’ he said, his face only inches away from your own. ,, Sure, I thought you were sick at first. But look at you, healthy as fuck’’ he said, his other hand squeezing your ass tightly as he pulled you closer to his body. The position you were in was embarrassing for you, and you were pretty sure if someone walked in, you would be labeled as Todoroki’s pet forever.

He placed you onto the bed, slowly standing up to turn off his cigarette. You weren’t even sure what was happening anymore. You just sat there on the bed, as he locked the door before he made his way back to you. Standing in front of you, looking down on you, he couldn’t hide the smirk that appeared on his face.

Pushing you back lightly, your upper body fell onto the mattress giving him a perfect view of you, before he hovered over your body. He wanted to fuck your brains out, he wanted to hear you scream his name all over again as he fucked you into the mattress, but he had to risk it all with a question. Since you were giving him mixed signals, he had to be sure you wanted this as much as he did.

,, You sure about this ?’’ he breathed out, hoping you won’t turn into a fucking brat again and storm out of the room, or make any other unnecessary scene.

,,Yes’’ you managed to nod your head. Sure, the risk for you was huge, but what could even happen anymore ? You were already labeled as his pet, because of the stupid detention.

,, Good. Fucking. Girl’’ he said pointing every word out, as he placed soft kisses all over your neck, leaving sloppy purple marks shamelessly. Your breathing got a bit heavier hearing these three words coming out of his mouth.

He didn’t have time for foreplay, first of all, because he wanted to be inside of you, second, because the risk of people noticing was too big. Sure, he was around your age, but at the end he would probably lose his job.

,, Someone’s calling you’’ he said, still abusing your neck. Ignoring the phone and his words, you just enjoyed the feeling of his lips on your neck, wanting more.

,,Pick it up doll’’ commending, he pulled your panties to the side, as he touched your clit, groaning loudly when he felt how wet you already are. The thought of fucking you while you were talking to your friends got in his mind, and he couldn’t ignore it at all.

,, Yes?’’ you asked, sounding whiny more then you should, while he played with your pussy.

,, Bitch, the door is locked’’ you heard Mina on the other line, eyes wide in shock. You tried to pull yourself up, but his hand stopped you as he pushed you back into the mattress.

,, I’m.. I’m not.. ahh shit ‘’ You almost moaned when the sudden feeling of pleasure and pain took over you, as he entered you without a warning. Throwing your head back, you tried to talk, you tried to think of something, anything, to tell to your friend.

Touya closed his eyes, enjoying how your walls felt around his dick. Your pussy felt like it was made just for him. And it felt even better once he heard you fight the moan, while you tried to talk to your friend.

,, Keep being good for me’’ he groaned quietly, as his hips started to move at rapidly speed.

,,Are you with someone?’’ Mina screamed, as you closed your eyes, feeling every inch of his dick moving in and out of your core. All you wanted to do was throw the fucking phone away, and enjoy what he was giving you.

,, Y-yeah, friend’’ you said, trying to hold the moans, as he fucked you hard. Mina hang up after she told you that they will wait for you in the kitchen with Keigo. The moment the call ended, you threw your phone on the bed, placing your hands on his shoulders, finding some comfort in it. You were sure that people could hear the bed slamming onto the walls, maybe even your moans that he muffed with his hand.

,, You feel so good, doll’’ he groaned, every move he made was getting stronger and faster, turning you into a whiny mess under him. You placed your lips on his neck, sucking and biting on it as you tried to keep your moans low. You felt a bit proud of the marks you left on his neck. If you were marked his, then that was the last thing you could do to mark him too. Even if it was a bit.

,, Touya, please’’ you cried when he slowed down. Snuggling your face into his neck, you took a deep breath trying to calm yourself down from the pleasure he was giving you. The slow moves were too painful for you, they made you feel every inch of his dick moving inside.

He moaned loudly when he heard his name slip out of your mouth. He wanted to hear more of it, he wanted to hear you beg for him while you say his name all over again.

,, You look so good when you want it’’ he said, tugging your hair back into the mattress, giving himself more access of your neck that was already marked by him, but of course that wasn’t enough.

,, Be my good girl and beg for it’’ he said, not moving at all. He wanted to destroy you, but at that moment he simply had to hear you beg for him.

,,Please Touya, I’ll be good. Please’’ you begged again, and that was more then enough for him.

,, That’s my good girl’’ he whispered, kissing your lips as he started to move his hips again. He was pounding into you like there was no tomorrow, enjoying the way you were whimpering under him as you wrapped your legs around him, trying to get him closer to you.

,,So close’’ you mumbled somehow, squeezing your eyes shut when you felt his fingers rub against your clit. Only few rubs were enough for you to catch your high, biting onto his shoulder as you came all over his dick.

,, Such a good girl’’ Touya said as his speed increased, shortly after it, he comes deep inside you, groaning into your neck, as your fingers found their way to his hair. You closed your eyes, feeling his seemen filling your pussy up. He continued to fuck you as he was riding out his orgasm, slowly fucking his cum back into your core.

The two of you took some time to catch your breaths. His dick still buried deep inside you. The moment he pulled it out, you whined loudly at the feeling of emptiness. Placing one more kiss on your lips, Touya pulled your panties down, cleaning the cum that was leaking out of you with them.

,, You gotta be kidding me’’ you gasped when you realized what he did, only getting a smirk as a response.

Once he was sure that you were clean now, he pushed your panties deep inside of his pocket, giving himself a little present that would remind him of you, before he commanded you to unlock your phone, so he could save his number in it. Immediately calling his own number.

,, Don’t ever think of skipping my class again for the next six months” he hissed, as he grabbed your jaw, forcing you into kiss. All you could do was nod in agreement, promising that you’ll attend his classes.

He gave you one more kiss, before he left. Telling you to wait a bit, before you follow him, to make it less suspicious. Laying down on bad, all fucked out, you smoked one cigarette as you sent a message to Mina and Momo, telling them that you’ll be there in few minutes, and asking them to make you a drink.

Once the cigarette was done, you found yourself going downstairs, noticing that Touya was already with Keigo, talking about something. The moment you stepped into the kitchen, Mina and Momo started laughing loudly.

,,Oh, I see what’s going on’’ Mina gasped figuring out what just happened. She wasn’t dumb. Maybe others didn’t realized, but your overly marked neck, and the few hickeys around his neck made your friends understand what happened. Not like Keigo didn’t already know, he was the first one to support his friend, making him follow you into the guest room.

The next days, you found yourself waiting excitedly for your detention. Enjoying the time you were spending with him. Enjoying the risky sex the two of you had in the class room, in his office or in the toilet of the University.

Touya didn’t test your limits anymore, he knew that you were ready to do anything for him, he knew that he had you under his spell. But as much as he had you, you had him. He found himself spoiling the shit out of you, driving you home, coming to your apartment almost every evening and buying you little presents you never asked for.

You loved how he couldn’t keep his hands off you, not even in front of the class, ready to risk it all for you. Ordering you to work on some of his papers, while everyone else was chit-chatting or simply playing on their phones when the lesion was done. He wanted to let them all go, so he could fuck you there on the desk, but since it was too early, he just told them to do whatsoever, as you sat beside him, focused on your work.

The small gasp that came out of your mouth, once you felt his hand on your tight, squeezing it tightly, turned him on even more. You don’t wear skirt when you are having classes everyday, he had to grab that chance he had served in front of him.

,, Not here’’ you whispered, trying to look like nothing’s happening at all.

,,Yes here’’ he answered quietly, as he acted it out like he was explaining something to you, slipping one finger into your core.

The way he pumped his finger in and out of you, acting like he ain’t doing shit was driving you crazy. Also the fact that anyone that payed a little bit more attention to you, could probably realize what was going on, didn’t help either. The adrenaline was rushing in your blood, as you squeezed your tights together, trying to tell him that he’s hitting the right spot.

That day he finger fucked you in front of everyone, making sure no one noticed. Even tho no one gave two shits about the two of you, every person in their own worlds, you felt like all eyes were on you. You felt like everyone knew what was going on, as your head hang low, hair covering your face enough for you to squeeze your eyes shut as you came all over his fingers.

Once you found yourself breathing normally, you took your phone, opening the message that Mina sent you.

,, Girl, you can’t be serious’’

The two of you made eye contact, laughing loudly. Well, someone in fact noticed, thankfully no one dangerous.

[raymondebidochonlifechoices]

tag game! get to know me

tagged by: @babysprouseisart

1. what is the color of your hairbrush? I don’t have one! Only combs in variations of dark brown!

2. name a food you never eat. there is no. such. thing. if I haven’t eaten it yet, it’s only a matter of time.

3. are you typically too warm or too cold? too cold

4. what were you doing 45 minutes ago? laundry 

5. what’s your favorite candy bar? I love all candy bars! If I really had to choose, it would be a greek snack called 3bit chocolate, which has biscuit, cream and chocolate. Highly recommended!

6. have you ever been to a professional sports game? nope

7. what is the last thing you said out loud? dammit! (I was putting clean dish towels on and dropped one in the open garbage bin ...) 

8. what is your favorite ice cream? there isn’t just one ... there just isn’t. but I do love fiordilatte, hazelnut, biscotto, mango and raspberry! (not as a combo)

9. what was the last thing you had to drink? water

10. do you like your wallet? if it’s half full 😂

11. what is the last thing you ate? grilled cheese and a banana

12. did you buy any new clothes last weekend? no

13. what’s the last sporting event you watched? do figure skating videos from competitions dating 20 years ago count?

14. what is your favorite flavor of popcorn? salt and butter

15. who is the last person you sent a text message to? a friend about his son’s birthday

16. ever been camping? no but I’d like to

17. do you take vitamins? yes

18. do you regularly attend a place of worship? no

19. do you have a tan? no

20. do you prefer chinese or pizza? I like both? I suppose Chinese, in the sense that -in theory- I could cook 7 different meals to last me a whole week but would not eat pizza 7 days in a row

21. do you drink your soda through a straw? not really

22. what color socks do you usually wear? ?!?!?! all kinds?!

23. do you ever drive above the speed limit?  I don’t drive!

24. what terrifies you? abject loneliness / losing one’s mind (hello, darkness!)

25. look to your left, what do you see?  printer

26. what chore do you hate most? cleaning

27. what do you think of when you hear an australian accent? hey! an Australian! (excellent deductive skills there)

28. what’s your favorite soda? coke

29. do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive thru? if there are drive-throughs in my country, I have yet to find one! But sitting in vs ordering take away largely depends on the mood and on how tired/far from home I am

30. what’s your favorite number? don’t have 1

31. who’s the last person you talked to? my mother

32. favorite meat? all meats are equal but maybe a beef filet mignon is more equal that the others?

33. last song you listened to? meglio stasera with Fran Jeffries

34. last book you read? Le port des brumes by Georges Simenon

35. favorite day of the week? sunday

36. can you say the alphabet backwards? how much time do I have to complete this task? nah ...

37. how do you like your coffee? my friend, my dude, my mate ... I love ALL coffee! And how I like it really depends on the coffee: if it’s a moka, it’ll be with a splash of whole milk and half a spoonful of sugar, le petit caffé is always a noisette, if it’s french press or any type of cold coffee, with lots of milk, turkish coffee always very sweet but no milk ... Unfortunately, it’s mostly the latte-est most watered down decaf for me these last couple of years (due to stomach problems) but I can assure you, that is not what I like. 

38. favorite pair of shoes? the shoes I love the most are the ones I wear the least (high heels)

39. time you normally get up? eightish?

40. what do you prefer, sunrise or sunsets? sunset!

41. how many blankets are on your bed? one

42. describe your kitchen plates? the plainest white, except for my soup plates that are really rustic and boldly coloured (and very heavy: better to look at than to use!) This is a weird question ...

43. describe your kitchen at the moment: on its way to becoming tidier!

44. do you have a favorite alcoholic drink? not really, but I do like rum cocktails!

45. do you play cards? for good luck on New Year’s Eve (yes, it’s a thing!)

46. what color is your car? don’t have one, sorry!

47. can you change a tire? nope! (or, more accurately: never tried to. Who knows? Maybe I can!)

48. your favorite state or province? Is this about the U.S.? I’ll go with New York as NY city is the only place in the U.S.A. that I’ve visited

49. favorite job you’ve had? current one!

I have no idea who would like to do this, really! I tag @aliciarm @violet1429 and @lucivar and also anyone interested!

[stripper-patrick]

Work Shift❄️ Ethan Dolan

Warnings: strippers, lap dance, teasing, CEO! Ethan, little bit of fluff

Relationship: Ethan Dolan x black plus sized reader

My music hits and I take the stage confidently. I wrap my hand around the pole and bounce my ass to the beat of my song Beef FloMix by Flo Milli.

I like cash and my hair to my ass (I do)

Do the dash, can you make it go fast? (Go, go)

Fuck the fame, all I want is them bands (Money)

If she keep on muggin', I'ma steal her man (I got him)

I bend over letting it bounce. I can see a man watching me.

Damn he’s fine. I stand up straight and look directly into his eyes lifting myself up on the pole. I wrap my legs around it securing myself and I turn upside down sticking my tongue out. Money is flying everywhere and luckily I don’t see any $1 bills in sight. They’re all 20’s 50’s and even 100’s. The man is still watching me.

Soon the song ends and I grab all of my cash and walk backstage where I see my friend Kiana.

“Hey did you kill it?”

“Hell yes and there was a fine ass dude out there staring at me”

“Girl you better hop on it you know that’s rare to find a cute one here” I nod in agreeableness

“So does this mean your gonna have to quit being a stripper cause I don’t think I can do this without you” she smiles

“Depending on what time I get off” I start my new job tomorrow and I’m very excited but I will miss dancing.

“Well since you said there’s a cute one go give him a show” she winks. I stash my money away in my locker and nod. “Why not one time for the one time” I change into a very revealing 2 piece and go out to the bar. I watch the guys every move as he watches me. He’s so mysterious. I walk up to Joey who’s serving drinks.

“Lemme get a double decker”

“Make that two please” I look back seeing the man. I smile. He pulls out a $100 and hands it to Joey.

“They’re very expensive I hope you know” I say

“I know” He whips up our drinks and his eyes are trained on me.

“What’s your name?”

“Honey you?” “Ethan”

“Nice to meet you” our drinks are set in front of us and I grab mine.

“A toast?” He suggests. I nod and wait “to tonight”

“To tonight” we cheers and throw it back.

“That’s good” I smile

“Do you want a dance?” I ask

“Sure” I grab his large hand and take him to the back of the club. He sits down and I straddle his lap grinding on him slowly. “How long you been doing this?”

“About 3 years” he nods

“Can I?” His hand is near my ass and I nod. He rests it on there squeezing occasionally. I bite my lip and wrap my arms around his neck grinding upwards “So Honey... what’s your real name?”

“I don’t disclose that” I stand up and turn around. He smacks my ass and I smile laughing.

“You single?”

“Maybe maybe not”

“Mhmm” Once the song is over I stand up. He hands me 200 dollars “the dances are only $50”

“I know Honey” he winks and stands up walking away. I stuff the money in my bra and keep working.

...

I wake up and turn off my alarm. I groan standing up and walking into the bathroom tripping over my duffle bag. I brush my teeth and wash my face before starting on my hair and makeup.

I finish within 5 minutes not wanting to do too much for my first day. I go to my closet and grab a blue blouse. I pair it with some black pants and nude heels. I grab some jewelry and my purse making sure I grab my computer before leaving out.

...

I enter the building on time and take a minute to look around. There are people running around like crazy and I look at the big office with the foggy glass. A girl approaches me with a smile.

“Hi you must be new. I’m Courtney”

“Nice to meet you I’m Y/N” I shake her hand and we begin walking.

“I’m gonna take you to the boss’s office so you can get settled” we arrive and she knocks lightly.

“Come in” his voice sounds familiar. Courtney opens the door and I look ahead seeing Ethan from last night. No fucking way. I can tell he’s just as shocked as I am.

“Shut the door” Ethan says sternly. Courtney shuts it coming in and he stares at her. She nods leaving and closing it behind her.

“Please have a seat”

“Good morning Mr. Dolan”

“Good morning... Honey”

“I notice you remember me from last night”

“I do in fact you were on my mind all night” his voice is deep and his cologne fills the room in the best way.

“Was I? I’m glad I left a good impression but I’m also nervous that it will impact my career here”

“Don’t worry about that” he grabs my resume and reads over it smiling to himself “ok so your good in math excellent if I may add”

“Yes sir”

“So you’ll be on my team where you’ll calculate business deals and offers seeing if they’re good or not”

“Great”

“In fact we have a meeting today and I’d like for you to accompany me since I recently fired Madeline. She had the same job as you but acted inappropriately towards the dealers”

“If I may... what did she do so I know to steer clear of that behavior?”

“She tried to fuck me and other men here” he says bluntly as if we were talking about the weather.

“Yes sir” I nod. Ethan stands tall and I do the same. He opens the door for me and I walk out waiting for him to lead the way. He locks his office and we walk outside.

“I’ll show you your office tomorrow” I nod trying to keep up with him in these damn heels. He stops abruptly in front of a Ferrari. My jaw drops and I look at him.

“What”

“This car is beautiful”

“Thank you” he opens the door for me

“Where are we going?”

“The meeting” I look at him and step in the car. I sit my purse under my legs and he shuts the door before jogging to the other side. His car is so luxurious that I’m afraid if I move I’ll damage it. I most definitely can not afford the repairs.

Ethan gets in and starts the car letting it rev up. He places his hand behind my headrest and backs out before pulling off at a lightning speed.

“So this meeting will basically entail these three company’s are each offering x amount of money to be partners with my business which is number one in the world”

“It must be fun doing this and alone I assume”

“It’s only fun if you make it which I try every now and then” I nod

“You look stiff”

“If I damage your car in any sort of way I’ll have to give you my liver for it” I smile. He watches me then goes back to the road.

In due time we arrive at a large building in the heart of California. It’s called Jefferson Trade Co.

We get out and he helps me. His hands are soft and I see a few tattoos as well. He shuts the door and walks in ahead of me holding the door. A real gentleman.

“Thank you” he walks up to the reception desk and I look up looking at the ceiling. It’s very intricate and beautiful. “Y/N” I snap my head forward and Ethan is waiting for me along with the receptionist.

“Sorry” I catch up and we get into an elevator. It has clear windows which view the entire city.

“Wow” I turn around and feels Ethan’s eyes on my butt. He comes down to my ear “last night was amazing” I smile to myself continuing to look. The door dings. I look at the floor and we’re on the 15th.

“We’re really high up”

“Yea”

“Right this way” we exit the elevator and head to the huge meeting room. It looks like it could hold 200 people. I see a row of gentlemen and a middle seat. I’m assuming for Ethan.

“Mr. Dolan it’s nice to meet you”

“Ethan please” he smiles shaking everyone’s hand. I’m the only woman here. “Who’s this?” The men eye me like a full course meal. Pigs. “This is Y/N she’s the brains of the room she’ll be calculating for us”

“How do you do” a man kisses my hand and I smile.

“Now if you gentlemen will stop staring at her like that and we can get this meeting started” Ethan sits and down and I realize there’s no more chairs for me. Luckily there’s a long table for high chairs... but no high chairs. I set my purse down and take out my computer opening Microsoft word and getting started on the notes. “Uh can you please say your name once you present so I can write it down” they nod and the first man stands up.

“Ok first up August Montgomery” Ethan says “do you want a chair?”

“No I’m ok”

“Get her a chair” August walks out and grabs a chair for me. Ethan pulls it next to him and I smile thanking him. I set my computer on the table and sit next to Ethan.

“Thank you Mr. Dolan” “Ethan” I nod. August starts his presentation stating why his and our company would be a perfect match.

I grab a pen and my notebook writing down his calculations as well as ours seeing if there’s more damage than prosperity to our company. I’ve done my research on us.

Once Mr. Montgomery is finished with his presentation next is the man that kissed my hand. Ethan looks at me “Kevin Cordell” I nod typing his name. His hand accidentally touched my thigh and I blush slightly and keep typing.

....

We’ve concluded the meeting and I place my laptop in my bag. “Uh do you wanna grab something to eat?” He asks

“Sure” we walk all the way back to his car where he helps me in and gets in himself.

“Have you heard of Sarabellum?”

“I have but there stuff is expensive”

“I know have you ever been though?”

“No”

“Let’s go”

“Wait Mr. Dolan-“ “Ethan” he corrects

“Ethan I can’t possibly afford the food”

“Ok I’m paying for you”

“No Ethan I can’t ask you to do that”

“Your not asking me sweetheart I’m telling you”

“I’m going to pay you back”

“Ok” he smirks

....

We’re in the restaurant and I’m looking around.

“I love how observant you are. That’s a good thing for the work you’ll be doing for me” I smile and the waitress comes up and orders our drinks.

“Can I have a water please”

“Bourbon” she nods and leaves. I look at the menu and my eyes settle for a chicken Caesar salad. 27.67 for a salad.

I look seeing Ethan’s eyes already on mine.

“What?” he shakes his head “Nothing I think I’ll get the chicken breast”

“Are we ready?” The waitress asks. Ethan looks at me and I nod. “I’ll have the chicken Caesar salad”

“Are you sure?” I nod he nods “I’ll have the chicken breast”Once we finish eating he drives me back to the lot and walks me to my car.

“You can go home for the day I couldn’t imagine doing that much math” I shrug “It’s easy if you don’t think about it”

“What about mistakes?” I smile “There are none of you’ve been doing it as long as I have” I smile. I grab my purse going in it. I give him $30 and he shoos it away. “Nope I’m not taking it. I could make that money in a minute”

“Ethan please”

“No it’s 100% ok”

“Fine” I shove the money back in my purse and shake his hand before walking back to my car.

Part 2??

[purplesurveys]

561

You struggle to walk in heels. Nah, I love heels. Even if a certain pair is a bitch to wear, I’d try to power through and I’d wanna look like I’m killing it wearing them. You talk on the phone a lot. Yes, but with just Gab. We call each other up most days. You consider yourself to be pretty extroverted. I can be! Getting to college definitely taught me how to like talking to people more and I have no problem with initiating conversations or doing small talk these days. I’d consider myself like 90% extroverted; the remaining 10% is for those times I still prefer to have all to myself, which is a part of me I know I’ll never lose. You know how to sew. Nah, home ec lessons can fuck right off. I’ll leave the sewing and crocheting skills to my girlfriend. You know how to play a woodwind instrument. Does the recorder count? I mean I think almost everyone can play it as it’s a super basic instrument, but still.

You swear a lot. It’s a habit. I do choose the people I swear around though; I wouldn’t do it in front of kids or with people I’m not necessarily close with. You're a smoker. I vape. You're allergic to penicillin. I dunno. I’ve never been exposed to it, I think. Someone in your immediate family is in a wheelchair. No, no one from my extended family either. You play a lot of video games. I watch a lot of playthroughs, but I don’t play them myself because I am just terrible at them. You've never been on a train. I’ve been on a train once, and it was for an assignment and someone was with me the whole time. It was at a dead hour too, so I didn’t really get the full experience of riding a train in the Philippines. You don't like raisins. I HATE RAISINS You're not a very romantic person. I’m very conscious about PDA but I can be affectionate in many other ways. You're homosexual or bisexual. Am neither. There was one point I believed I was bi, but in the end it all boiled down to me being demisexual. Beer is your alcoholic beverage of choice. Fuuuuuuuuuuuck beer, and I’ll never get tired of saying that. Your favourite colour to wear is red. I look good in red but it’s not really my favorite color to wear. You've talked someone out of suicide. No. I wouldn’t want to be put in that situation either; not because I wouldn’t want to help, but because I’m unfit myself and I wouldn’t know if the things I would say would be helpful or just do more harm. You wear a ring on your left ring finger. I don’t. Yet. You've never had detention in school. But this is because we never adopted that concept here. Like I said, I’ve never fully grasped what detention is and what they make you do when you’re in it. Maybe someone can help a clueless Asian out here, haha. You've dated someone with a full beard. I’ve never been with a guy, and Gab doesn’t grow a beard. You have a pair of fluffy dice in your car. No, and wouldn’t want that decoration either. You've been tested for STIs. No, but I definitely should just to be sure. You've written someone a love letter. Once, three years ago. I really should do it more. Your favourite film genre is horror. I appreciate horror A LOT and at one point it was my favorite genre. It’s since been overruled by drama. You currently live in a country you weren't born in. Born, raised, and currently living in the Philippines.  You don't like wearing hats. I know they’d look cute on me but it makes me feel like people can’t see me, so I always unconsciously take them off because they feel weird. Your blood type is O+. (???) Dude, I have no idea what my blood type is. I don’t think my parents are sure either. You prefer fruits over vegetables. Nah nah nah I hate fruits. You work/have worked in a hotel. No. My parents have worked in hotels all their lives though; they met while working in the same one in the 1990s. My dad has worked in a cruise ship since the 2000s but that still technically counts as a hotel-centric workplace. You enter the lottery regularly. I never have. You have a boyfriend or girlfriend. A girlfriend. You have had sex within the last week. I mean...this is one entry I don’t need to delve more into haha. You get sick often. I never get sick and if I do the fever typically just lasts a few hours. You're close with your siblings. I’m close with my sister. I haven’t talked to my brother in months. You're a pretty paranoid kind of person. It’s part anxiety and part slightly inheriting my mother’s very real OCD problems. You prefer vanilla over chocolate. Mmmmm not really. Vanilla takes like nothing to me D: Idk if it’s meant to taste like that or if I’ve just had cheap vanilla all my life. You own a lava lamp. I don’t but I had a hipster phase when I was like 12 where a lava lamp was all I wanted. Obviously my mom never got me one cos it seemed like such a waste of money, and looking back on it nine years later, it most definitely would have been. You can't whistle. I can. You've had your stomach pumped. No. I don’t even know how that works and I hope I never need that procedure, cos it sounds complicated and terrifying. You don't use emojis when you text. I know most people get paranoid from emoji-less messages, so I kinda just do my part in making them feel better by using emojis. You remember seeing the events of 9/11 on television as it happened. I was too young to have memories from 9/11; I was three and didn’t really watch news back then. You always stay hydrated. Yesssssss. I love my water and it’s also a basic form of skincare, so. You have at least one child. No kids. Your hair is shorter than shoulder length. It’s longer than that now, but I really should give it a trim soon. You're at least 21 years old. Yay I can finally answer this with a yes! You're an opinionated person and stick to your guns no matter what. Yes, unless someone can show me a better and more critical argument. I’m open to hearing them out and reconsidering by then; but until then, I like sticking to my beliefs. You share a bed with someone else every night. I sleep alone. You know how to drive. It’s how I get around places. You're currently wearing an article of clothing that doesn't belong to you. The sweater I have on belongs to Gab, but it’s been with me for three years. You are friends with a lot of people you work with. It makes the work more enjoyable when you like the people you hang out with. :) You shower twice or more each day. It’s a no for me. Once would be enough. You're friends with your boss. JM is technically my boss, and we’re good friends. You've made your own clothes before. Never have; I’m not creative enough (or at all) for that. You have/had braces. I did, back in high school. I just had them for a year and a half. You have two or more ex partners. Nope, just the one. You have a biblical middle name. I’m sure Isabelle didn’t come from the Bible. You've cheated on someone. N e v e r. You mop/vacuum the floors in your house once a week. My mom prefers to do all the cleaning stuff around the house. You have dandruff. There’s really nothing I can say about this other than I don’t, lol. Your parents are religious people. My mom is massively religious, enough to drive me insane. I don’t get my dad though; he told me he was atheist when he was in college, he sympathizes with me whenever I grumble about our family going to mass every Sunday, and he doesn’t mind when I use my phone in church, but sometimes I’ll see him singing along to church hymns. I don’t pry though and I’m just glad he’s on my side whenever I bitch about having to sit in church for an hour. You work/have worked in fast food. I have not tried this. You live near a national park. I live very far from Luneta, which is I think the only national park we have. You're a flirty kind of person. As a demisexual, the idea of being flirty is a horrifying prospect to me. You've never dyed your hair. It would terrify my mom, plus I’m about to graduate college so it’s a little too late to experiment with hair dye now. You've been to Arizona. I have not. You listen to a lot of country music. I hate this genre. You listen to a lot of pop music. Yeah I’m a pretty basic bitch lol You exercise several times a week. Just for this semester because I’m taking PE. In fairness, our instructor is a very good coach so I’m pretty open to still continue doing the workouts once the sem ends. You can do at least 10 pull-ups. I couldn’t before, but my PE class taught me how to haha. You travel primarily by bus. I can drive, so I don’t really need to take the bus. You prefer hot weather over cold weather. Ugh noooooo I hate feeling hot. I’d rather feel uncomfortably cold all year round than uncomfortably hot and sweaty. You've never been to IKEA. We don’t have IKEA. You're more creative than you are logical. I have zero creativity in my system. You've been in trouble with the police. Not with the police per se but I’ve had traffic enforcers pull me over for various ‘violations.’ You have something more important to be doing right now. It’s 1:42 AM. That important thing I should be doing right now is sleeping, but I had coffee earlier and don’t really feel like doing that at the moment.

You share a lot of your looks/appearance with your siblings. I’m the feminine version of my brother. I’m not sure if I look anything like my sister though. You've been in an open relationship. No. And I’ll never entertain the thought. You had beef for dinner last night. I’ve skipped dinner for two nights in a row, because my toothaches are really bad :( You live with roommates. I live with my immediate family. I live fairly close to my school (close enough to be able to drive there, anyway), so I’ve never had to move into a dorm or condo. You drink alcohol at least once a week. I drink a lot whenever I get to but I only do it once a month or once every two months. You have to go to work tomorrow. Nope. It’ll be the 3rd day of my 5-day weekend, so I’ve still got a lot of time to rest up :) You have taken acting classes. Acting is so not my forte. Your favourite kind of juice is cranberry. I don’t really like juice. You lost your virginity at the age of 16. 18. You're close with your cousins. I’m close with my cousins on my mom’s side. Not so much on my dad’s, but I did play a lot with them growing up; we just became less close as we got older because they eventually moved to Laguna and I saw them less and less. You have family who live in England. I don’t think I have family living in Europe. You've had a blood test. When I was confined in the hospital when I was 11, they did several blood tests on me to check my platelet count. You know someone who has two parents of the same sex. Nah, there’s a small chance of that happening here. I wish I knew someone, though.

You know how to do karate. I never took lessons. You've never had a pet dog. I have one snoring under my bed right now. Your current partner if you have one is your college/high school sweetheart. It’s a corny term, but yeah you can call her that. You have a cool scar. (?) I’m not sure almost being blinded by a glass jar to the eye is a cool scar story to tell. You've considered joining your country's army. No. You live near a very large body of water such as the ocean or a lake. Mmm not really, I live in a very urbanized area. I’ve never experienced living close to the sea, but I imagine it would be very peaceful. You watch and follow motorsports. Never have. Your mother was under the age of 20 when she was pregnant with you. Nope, she was 26. You're allergic to some kind of vegetable. I don’t have any allergies. You hate wearing socks to bed. Yessss, it feels itchy and it feels like my skin is being suffocated hahaha so I take them off. You play a lot of board games. Nothing against board games, I just don’t play them a lot. You know someone personally who was born in Japan. That’s a good possibility, but I just wouldn’t know who. You always keep spare change handy. In a place like UP where everything is cheaper, it helps tons to keep some change. Your house has three or more bedrooms. We have four bedrooms. You weigh less than you want to weigh. I’m a little less than 100 lbs, but I do wish I was at a healthier weight because I’m underweight.

You prefer tampons over pads (if you're a female who menstruates). I’ve never tried tampons and the idea of wearing it sounds like such a horrifying prospect for me hahaha. For context, pads are the (very very dominant) norm here and I literally know 0 menstruating people who use tampons. You've had sex while menstruating or had sex with someone while they were. I’m obviously not gonna share the story on here lol but it was purely an accident and I’ve made sure it never happened again. Your parents live in a different country than you. My dad has worked in different countries my whole life, but he comes back home every few months. You've been banned from a store or other location/venue. My friends and I were kicked out of a McDonald’s once for making a lot of noise, but we weren’t banned.  You like to cook with a crockpot/slow cooker. I don’t cook. You have a clock radio in your bedroom. The only clocks I have are the ones on my laptop and phone.

[marshmallowatheart]

To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before (Part 28)

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"Vee, we've been looking for you guys," Wallace announces when he spots the pseudo-couple. He's got his pink cotton candy in hand and his blue slushie in the other.

"Dude, did Logan win all that?" Darrell asks, he has his own stick with blue cotton candy and a candy apple for Logan in his hand. He stares at Veronica in awe, she's got six mini bears stuffed in her bag, peaking through the edges and one stuffed under her arm as she digs into a plate full of funnel cake.

Veronica hums, nodding with her mouth full as she gestures to Logan who's still playing this ring tossing game because he wants the big prize which is a brown bear holding a cliched big red heart wit with the words 'I Wuv You Beary Much' etched onto it. She'd told him he didn't have to, that he's won her more than enough bears but he's determined to add the 'ultimate prize' to this collection.

Meanwhile Heather gaps at her sister, she's not entirely surprised that Veronica is eating something else but she had to stand in a whole other line to get her the caramel popcorn and she's stuffing her face with funnel cake?

"You're eating funnel cake and we got you caramel popcorn," Heather lets out frustrate as she tosses the packet to Veronica.

Veronica gives her sister a look as she barely catches the packet since her hands are already occupied. "I got hungry and they smelled really good," she defends not regretting her decision one bit and shoves the packet of caramelized corn into her already bulging bag.

"I had to stand in a whole other line for it," the little blonde complains and Veronica lets out a sorry look, promising that she's going to eat it later and that Heather's effort would not be in vain.

The young Mars girl rolls her eyes but moves closer to her sister and gets a whiff of the came. Her annoyance fades away as she stares at the chocolatey goodness and concedes, "They do smell good, can I have a bite?"

Veronica eyes her sister and reluctantly decides, "Only one."

Heather beams, taking in a large bite and Veronica sighs because Heather's got a big mouth and she definitely just cheated her way by chewing off at least two and a half regular sized bites there.

"Okay, Logan?" Veronica calls for his attention since everyone is now gathered together and waiting. "We need to get moving."

He glances back at her, handing her a small white unicorn key chain and bargains, "One more try."

Veronica grabs it as she nods, lets him pay and then butts him out of the way. It's a fact that these games are rigged so you couldn't win the big prizes so she tilts her head and bats her lashes at the booth attendant. "Hey," she's chirps, pearly white smile and her voice a pitch higher. "If I hit the bulls eye three times in a row, would that win me the bear? I know it's totally a different game but I mean it is the same booth, right?"

"Sure, blondie," he smirks. "If you can hit three bulls eye in a row. You can have any bear you like, sweetheart."

Veronica gives him a tight smile and hands Logan her bag and funnel cake - which Heather quickly snatches and begins to finish off.

Darrell hands Logan the candy apple that they'd got for him, Logan thanks him with a smile and begins to munch on it as Veronica takes the lead in trying to win the bear.

She's become accustomed to having people underestimate her and she's learned to use this to her advantage - be it in getting information or bargaining her way to winning bears that hold hearts that say 'I Wuv You Beary Much' for her fake boyfriend.

"How is this fair?" Logan grumbles as she hits one bulls eye after another. "I have to do ring tossing and she gets away with darts?"

Veronica gives the guy a bright smile as he hands her the bear, he's looking at her with an expression that's a mix between impressed and shocked and Veronica feels satisfied.

"Here ya go," she hands the brown bear to Logan. "You can name her after me."

He chuckles, he'd been trying to win the bear for her but he accepts the gifted prize with a smile. He glances at the bear, his thump grazes over the heart and he grins.

"Oooh, Ophelia is here," Heather chirps, she shoves the now empty plate into Veronica's bare hands and skips towards her best friend with Darrell following behind her.

Veronica sighs and grumbles, "She finished the cake."

Logan arches his brow and points out, "You make cake all the time."

"It's carnival cake, Logan," she emphasizes like there's some magic added into their baked goods and food that don't exist in the ordinary world. "It's once a year cake."

"We can buy more," he suggests, the stall is right there and the line isn't really that long so he could easily get her another piece of cake.

"Nah," she shakes her head. "I really want a chocolate shake and corn dogs," she muses, hunger building up in her stomach once again.

"Corn dogs and shakes, coming up," he nods, as though he was a waiter taking her order and she chuckles, hooking her arm around his offered one.

--vm--

In the next hour, Georgia joins them, leaving Wallace a giddy mess every time she praised him for winning her something and Ryan joined soon after thus completing the newly formed fabulous foursome.

"Yo, Vee, doesn't this make me look like a G?" Darrell poses with sunglasses and his hands crossed as he leans backwards completing his image.

Veronica looks at him, lips pursed, unsure of what exactly he means by 'G' but bobs her head to appease him anyway.

Logan chuckles at the interaction and Heather's brows furrow, shaking her head. "Why would you want to be a letter that's only worth two points in scrabble?"

Veronica tries to hold back her laugh as Heather and Darrell continue to bicker. Ophelia and Ryan talk amongst themselves in the background, not so silently laughing at their friends.

"So think the kids will like a go at the bumper cars?" Logan asks, staring at the ride across them.

A grin spreads across her face and she teases, "Do you want a go at the bumper cars?"

He shrugs, slight grin on his mouth and casually answers, "I wouldn't hate it."

She laughs, clearly seeing that he would very much enjoy a go at it and roughly ten minutes later, they're all settling into four different cars; Heather and Ophelia, Darrell and Ryan, Veronica and Georgia, finally Logan and Wallace.

Heather has her hands on the wheel and Ophelia is kicking back, whispering in Heather's ears and the duo giggle wildly.

Darrell and Ryan have both their hands on their wheel, eagerly anticipating the start of the game as they grin wickedly at all the players they know.

Veronica and Georgia have their hands on their wheel too, Georgia smiling widely, having fun just playing while Veronica grins staring directly at Logan. She arches a brow, challenging and he's smirking at her, holding her gaze and wholeheartedly accepting her challenge with Wallace beside him and their hands steady on the wheel, he's fully prepared to go head to head with her - bumper car to bumper car.

The other seats fill up rather quickly and it slowly starts up. Veronica's grin widens and they accelerated headfirst into Logan and Wallace, laughing loudly, thoroughly enjoying getting the first hit in.

Heather comes from behind and swings into Veronica and the rest of the three minutes the gang spends knocking each other, screaming and laughing manically as they enjoy the ride.

--vm--

The kids go on ride after ride with Wallace and Georgia while Veronica finally gets to eat her foot long meat stuffed sandwich. She's satisfied herself with her share of rides, bumper cars, horse carousel and rollercoasters. Now, all she wants to do is satisfy her hunger ever since they entered the carnival.

Logan watches her with amusement, he's got his own foot long meat stuffed sandwich at her instance that he has to try this once a year carnival only sandwich.

It doesn't take much to persuade him because it smells delicious, looks tempting as hell and Veronica is excited beyond compare - an excitement she's only ever shown for Italian food. So it's fair to say that he's game for going to town with this long ass sandwich.

It's the look on her face when she takes the first bite, eyes closed, mouth stuff and relaxed in pleasure that he never wants to forget. She slightly moans at the taste of it, it's been a year since she's had this sandwich and it tastes even better than before.

Logan seriously consider buying this stall and keeping it for their sandwich needs just so that he can hear her moan again but honestly he wishes he could hear her moan in a different context.

He takes his first bite and he gets it; the meat is soft and easy to bite into, marinated with spicy sauce that's just right enough to give him a tinge of the flavour and not burn his mouth, even the lettuce tastes good combined with all the other ingredients and the Fresh roll is so fresh, he could eat it plain. He doesn't know what else is in there, there's different textures with subtle favours and all he can do is savour the flavour and enjoy it.

"It's good, right?" Veronica voices out between bites.

He hums out his agreement, his mouth still stuffed and when he swallows, he verbalized, "So good."

She smiles, simply letting herself enjoy sitting across Logan and eating one of the best meals that the carnival offers as they listen to live bands play in the background.

It's ridiculous that he looks so good while he's eating a rather messy meal and she chuckles when he notices that the sauce is dripping and he has to back away fast or lick it off.

It's strange how all her ordinary days have gotten better with Logan in it and how ordinary moments hold such significant fondness in her brain. She wants to tell him just how much he's come to mean to her and how she kind of wants to kiss the sauce right of his messy lips.

--vm--

It's almost time for them to leave, the stars shin bright over the moonlit sky, and tomorrow is school. Everyone is watching the magic performance on stage but Veronica finds her sister with her shoulders sagging as she stands in front of the gaming booth with a fishing net in hand.

"Heather? You okay?" Veronica asks as she comes to stand beside her little sister.

"Of course, why wouldn't I be?" Heather rebuffs as she stares at the yellow little ducks floating on a kiddies pool waiting to be caught.

Veronica cocks her head as she stares at her sister with a quizzical look on her face. "Because you're losing at the easiest game ever invented," she points out.

"It's tricky," she defends with no actual vindication in her voice. "What if I get a prize I don't want?"

Veronica arches a brow. "Yeah because all these prizes sure are for winners," she rolls out. "Let's see, a pack of cards, Rubix cube, one dollar knock off Barbie doll, marbles, plastic headband that has razor sharp teeth that bite into your skull?"

"One can never have too many marbles," Heather dryly remarks. "Lessons learned from Home Alone," she twitches her head a bit to the side and decidingly grabs a yellow duck with her fishing net.

The attendant looks under the caught duck and hands her a Rubix cube which Heather takes with a quick thank you. Veronica supposes of the lot of toys, it's one of the better ones to have won.

Heather tears apart the plastic packet, handing the wasted plastic to her sister as she twists the colours of the cube and Veronica silently walks with beside her as she wonders if ice cream would cheer her up. Ice cream always did the trick.

"Ophelia likes Ryan," the little girl confesses, her eyes still on her Rubix cube as she jumbles up the colours.

"Really?" Veronica's brows shoot up at the new piece of information. "I thought she liked Darrell."

"I thought so too," her sister quietly admits and Veronica offers her a sympathetic smile but Heather's eyes are still on the cube and Veronica's not really sure how to have this conversation with her sister.

"Do you like Ryan too?" The older Mars girl asks even though she knows the answer - has known the answer ever since she mentioned Ryan to Heather only to have her turn into a stuttering mess.

"Of course not," she denies weakly. "I just told you that Ophelia likes him."

They're walking aimlessly and Veronica thinks that any discussion about boys need to have comfort food involved so she directs them to the opposite end where there's seemingly endless choices of once in a year carnival food lies in wait.

It's a sad fact that she's been in Heather's shoes and she still doesn't know what's the right choice to make. She'd thought she'd made the right choice in avoiding Logan, in not telling Lilly about the kiss, in squashing her feelings. But she still lost her best friend.

She wonders how things would have worked out if they were simply honest. She wonders if she could have mustered the courage to be brave enough to do so. She wonders if she has the courage now to be brave enough to tell Logan how she really feels.

She's been waiting for the philosophical other shoe to drop, for Logan to go back to Lilly, for Lilly to successfully break them up or for Logan to make it clear that this has all been fake. But she's the only one drawing lines only to cross them.

Veronica's ordering mini-doughnuts with caramelized and chocolate toppings, she eyes other stalls but she decides to keep it light since she's been eating a lot.

"You know," she starts once she has the tray of mini-doughnuts in her hand. "When I was your age, my friend liked someone and I liked him too," she confesses, offering her sister a doughnut from the tray.

"Really?" She asks, intrigued at the story her sister seems to be about to tell as she accepts one of the caramelized mini-doughnuts.

"Yeah," Veronica lets out as she chews. "I think the only thing I regret about it is not being able to be honest about my feelings," she admits.

Like Logan, she has what if'd their past in every possible way. What if she told him she liked him? What if he told her he liked her? What if she didn't avoid him? What if he saw the way she blushed every time she looked at him and thought about the feel of his lips on hers? What if she'd told Lilly about the kiss? What if she told Lilly she liked Logan? Would any one of those scenarios have made a difference? Would all of them have? Would things be better or worse now? Would they still have come to be who they were now? Would she and Logan have broken up like how Lilly and him broke up?

"I think if I were I wouldn't have lost my friend and I wouldn't have waited five years to be with the guy," she says even though she's not really with the guy.

"Logan?" Heather whispers his name with a small gasp.

"Logan," Veronica confirms and they're silent for a moment and Veronica wonders if five years from now would she be thinking up scenarios about the boy that has once again captured her heart?

She doesn't want Logan to end up on her what if list again. She doesn't want to live this life of what ifs and what could have been or think.

"Was the girl Duncan's sister?" Heather breaks the silence.

"Yeah," she sighs. "There was a lot of miscommunication and far too many feelings for twelve year old girls to know how to handle by themselves."

"You guys hate each other now," comes the doubtful voice of Heather.

"Years of feeling like someone you trusted betrayed you can manifest into something really ugly," Veronica deducts, thoughts of Lilly and her as two little girls fresh in her mind. "I don't want that to happen to you. You should talk to her and be honest about your feelings."

"You don't think she'll hate me like Lilly hates you?" She bluntly outs forth because even though she's become friends with everyone in her class but the one she values most is Ophelia, they've been friends for as long as she can remember and she can't picture her life without her.

"I think if I were honest with Lilly instead of ignoring it all or if Lilly told me how she felt about me instead of being so passive aggressive about it all things might have been different."

It's the first time Veronica admits that something could have been done to salvage their friendship. She wonders if Lilly knew that she wasn't the only one that felt betrayal. She wonders if Lilly knew her tough skin didn't just come from losing her mother. She wonders if Lilly knows the worst punishment wasn't that she was parading Logan around but it was losing her. She wonders if Lilly's ever regretted not having her around anymore.

"Do you regret letting her have Logan?"

"That wasn't my choice to make. You can't let someone have someone else," Veronica tries to explain. "People aren't possession. It was his choice to make no matter what the circumstances. I liked him back then but if he hadn't made all of the choices that he's made, experienced all of these things that led him up to me, would he still be this person that I've come to love wholeheartedly?"

Heather stares up at her sister with unwavering awe in her big hazel eyes. "You love him?"

"I really do," Veronica nods, a little smile curling in place and it's the first time that she's admitted out lout that she loves Logan and it feels so much different that thinking it. It feels so much more real. "I think that whatever choice you make, you're gonna be okay," she assures her sister. "You're really smart and you're really tough and you've got me no matter what."

Heather nods, appreciating her sister's words and wanting to know more because it feels like she's finally been let into this trust circle with this boy talk. "Did you tell him that you love him?"

Veronica shakes her head no. She doesn't explain that she's afraid of being honest because of her own insecurities. She doesn't explain how often she forgets that other people exist and finds herself falling more in love with him. She doesn't explain how the person she loves might still love someone else.

"I think he loves you too," Heather says with depth Veronica can't believe she's hearing. "He looks at you a lot, Ronica," she adds with an insightful look in her eye. "When you're not paying attention. He looks at you to see if you're having a good time."

"He does?" She blinks in surprise, the observation from her little sister makes her fluttery.

Heather nods and Veronica's lips curve into a silly smile. She loves him and the possibility that he loves her back makes her feel warm and glowy inside. She thinks that maybe it's time for her to be honest about her feelings, to finally take a chance and give him all the love that consumes her. She doesn't want him to be another what if in her life. She doesn't want him to be the one that got away. She doesn't want him being her fake boyfriend anymore. She wants the real thing. She wants to share all her real firsts with him and be loved in return. She wants to give herself this chance that she's always denied herself from having. She wants him. She wants Logan.

[ikonislife]

My Professor 3

-Hanbin x Reader (Professor!Hanbin)

-1 | 2 | 3 | 4

-It was universally known that friend with benefit between best friends would be a chaotic ride from the start till the heartbreak of either one or both party. No one says anything about being in one with your dear professor…

-Rated M for language, mention of sex (secretly rated B for bullshit 😏)

-a/n: Let the drama  begins.

Your routine returned to the usual pace as it had before the dry spell and cold shoulders of the past week. As expected, Hanbin continued to sooth your worries away with his kind gesture during the daylight and rough hands during moonlight. Your worries diminished greatly, or so you thought, with every seconds spent whispering about the far corners of life and mundane gossips of entertainment with the man. Hanbin forgets that he had ever  heard the girl he favors uttered words of doubt and you momentarily choose to forgo the fact that Hanbin has a nasty habit of wrapping you into a bubble of comfort, oblivious of the outside world and every sensible decision you had made. That is until one destined lunch you had attended against your own will reminded you of just how tumultuous the world is outside of his arms. The fact that Hanbin himself had near begged you into this lunch just added to the hilarity of it all. 

- “And this benefit me how?” You exasperated, pulling his wrinkled white shirt over your bruised skin, trudging out his bedroom door for a much needed glass of ice water.

- “Okay, I see how that part might not exactly be true… There is no benefit for you if I’m really honest. But come on, you don’t even talk to anyone in class.” He chased after you, not even a care in the world that he was butt naked, your nectar had began to crust up in his nether region. “Plus, this will help the people in the group. Share your intelligence for once, you have plenty of that. It’d actually help me too if more people get A(s)” A shiver shot up your body the second his arms snaked around your waist, trapping you against the the kitchen island, bare hot skin of your torso ached against the cold stone counter.

- “I make friends just fine for your information. Unless you can come up with something that I see fit my effort, no way.” Turning around, you sipped your water slowly, almost too sinfully for him to contain his excitement as his tongue breached its confinement, licking his lips, eyes danced between the curve of your breasts barely visible underneath the unbuttoned shirt and your eyes. 

- “Fine, if you do this for me, I’ll let you choose your reward. Whatever you want.” Patient was never his great suit when it comes to you and he proved it once again by the way his lips hastily pressing against yours, low grunt slipped into the air from the satisfying coldness of your lips.

- “Deal!” You had whispered before dropping onto your knees, water long abandoned as it was Hanbin’s turn to lean against the counter for support. 

His offer was so tempting that you agree without thinking too much more into it, that and how muddled up your mind was from the second, and third round of hard fuck he gave you that day kept you from thinking straight. Now that you’re actually attending these study lunches, you wish nothing more but to back out of the deal. You don’t mind teaching them the materials at all. It wasn’t that bad but it was the gossip, oh lord the gossip…Now that’s tiring. There was constant talk about this person and that person, way too much info for your liking. You sat there twice a week with a fake smile on your face, mumbling under your breath, vow to never again make decision while Hanbin is naked.

Fucking asshole… He knew my weakness. Damn him, using his fucking body against me…

Usually, you’d drone out these talks and simple smile then nod once in awhile to pretend that you care. However today, his name came up and your ears perk up as fast as a dog hearing the word ‘treat’.

- “Hey did you know that our professor is dating the new statistic professor? You know, that really pretty one that all the guys have hot for?” One of the girl whom you’ve never really seen much aside from these gossip lunch speaks up, tearing you away from your reverie.

- “Oh… is that so? I haven’t heard anything” you feign disinterest but deep down it’s raging like thousands typhoons. 

- “Yea, i’ve seen them have lunch together and sometimes when i go by his office to turn in homework late at night, she’d be in his office too.” Handsome dude always sit in the front took his turn. You had taken a liking to him honestly, not just because he’s hot but he usually pays no attention to the talks. For him to finally joins the trash talk, there has to be some fire to the smoke. 

So that’s why he hasn’t ask me to come by as often lately. He’d just send me straight to his house.

- “Wasn’t he the one that was on the hiring committee when she got the job? Probably repaying the favor if you know what I mean.” 

Roaring laughters, they then proceed to discuss how the two young professors are probably banging in explicit details disregarding the dirty looks the preppy looking group of girls walking by had shot their way. Uncomfortable with hearing people discussing him in such a way, you excuse yourself from the group faking having to pick up your dog from daycare. 

In actuality, you want to confirm your suspicion with him If he was really dating someone, you’d need to know to stop whatever you two had going on. Practically running, you hurry toward the building that house his office. Before reaching your destination, you pull out your phone to ask if it was okay to swing by. However, before you could hit send, a smooth recognizable laughter could be heard mixing with a high pitch one that stop you dead in your track. Looking over to the quad, there they were. The young attractive professor laughing away with ‘your’ professor. They look so effortless together that jealousy rears its ugly head in your heart. There was no longer a need to meet with him as all your suspicion had been confirmed as she so tenderly wiped a bit of food off the corner of his soft lips and how he didn’t care to stop her from touching him so intimately. The way she gazes at him with her stupidly perfect hair flowing in the slight breeze knot anchors to your stomach as you feel it sinks. They’re not even bothering hiding it, a lunch date in broad daylight no doubt completely aware of the kind of talks the students have behind their backs. Dejection weights down your heart as you silently walk away. Within the sorrow, a tiny flood of fury was also biting down, cracking your organs like garden weed through the cracks of sidewalk.

How could he start a relationship without letting me know. Even if I’m nothing, it’d be nice to know.

Furrowing your eyebrows a bit, you look back at the happy couple, feet never stop moving because if you stop now, you were sure the scream of sadness you’re suppressing would just belt out. Just then, by some bigger force of life, he manages to tear his eyes away from his alluring lunch date and catches your glossy eyes. His smile falters the second he takes notice of your expression. Never did he look at your face and not see a smile in return. This strange mix of sadness and anger take him completely by surprise. You slow down a bit when you see him shifting in his seat, thinking he’d come over and check on you. However, he simply shift his weight from one side to the other before reeling his attention back to the way she arch her back, bosoms full and enticing underneath the barely buttoned up blouse. You speed back up to almost running and disappear into the building without a word spoken.

Still angry about being kept out of the loop, a lie told for the sake of your aching heart, you decided to skip his class for the first time in weeks. All his texts were also being ignore as you couldn’t bring yourself to let out your anger. You were nothing to him, you have no right to be mad yet here you are fuming. Knowing that you’re being unreasonable, steering clear of him would be best because god know what a big laughing stock you’d be to him and all his professor friends if you confess the truth. Look at the girl that couldn’t even separate fiction from facts, letting a simple exchange of sex fools her. After all, he never asked for you to have feeling for him. 

Another week passed and still no contact. You’d show up to take quiz, turn in homework, or take exam but other than that, you avoid him like the plague. He’d still send a text here or there to check in to see if everything is well. Aside from that, he must’ve realize you’re doing your best not to have anything to do with him.  One week then two week passed. Your heart aches for him but your brain was better at this game. Soon enough the third week also passed by and your mind was no closer to calming down as the first time you saw them together. Strange the way the world work, when you were oblivious of something you won’t see it no matter what. Once that veil of unknowing had lifted, no matter how hard you try, everywhere you go, you spot them together as if you possess eyes of eagle adding to the already messed up heart. One day, you’ll unleash it all but for now, you’ll bite your tongue and keep quiet.

What wonder ignoring one person can do to your schedule, it suddenly opens up like spring to flowers. Most of your time spend at school focusing over your other classes. Never have you spend this much time in the library that even your best friend notice. Quite honestly, this is the only place left on this damn campus that eludes the ever growing vulgarly rumors of the professors late nights. 

“You need to eat. Come on, the school food fair is literally 5 min walk. Let’s go. I’ll buy.” Your frosted with blue dipped hair friend pesters, knowing all too well your struggle and why you were burying yourself under the mountain of books for the 3rd hour in a row. 

Glaring up at the pouty boy, you rack your brain for a way to make him go away.

“Hoseok, can you not? Don’t you need to go make love to Kihyun or something? Or did Kihyun got mad at you again for ruining his cooking.”

You push the annoying pair of hands that’s constantly tugging at your shirt away as best as you could. Slapping your shoulder with a tremendous amount of force sending you forward, Hoseok sends you slumping over the table.

“Oh, that’s it! You’re buying me all the food I want.”

Screeching in happiness, he links his arm around your shoulder dragging you out the door. Chatting about one thing or another, Hoseok goes on and on while your mind trails off at the sight of the attractive professor rubbing her hand on Hanbin’s strong bicep. A flash of intense anger burst out from your heart, clearly drawing your distracted friend’s attention. Training his eyes along your eyeline, the young friend gasp loudly, a bit of guilt rising in his well sculpted chest.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t think they’d be here. We can go, I’ll take you out later?”

Hoseok is the only person in this world to know about your nighttime fun after catching one to many lingering stares between you and him. Having been your secret keeper since 5th grade, it didn’t take much for him to pry the story out of you and honestly, you weren’t exactly bothered with keeping it a secret from Hoseok. After all, you’d trust him with your life so it seemed pertinent he should hear about your scandalous debauchery. He knows of your rise and recent fall as you spared no details when it comes to sharing your concern with Hoseok. He had a few too many times forced you to admit the thing that has your heart pinpricked every time you spot the two professors near eye fucking each other in public without success. You knew once you admit to what Hoseok is trying to get you to with all his life force, there will be no turning back.

Not sure what had gotten into your brain, maybe it was the 3rd can of soda and 2nd cup of coffee today, you grab Hoseok’s hand firmly dragging him across to the closest entrance to the loving pair, making your present known. Catching on quickly, Hoseok smirk mischievously while slipping his hand out of yours before wrapping it around your shoulder, holding your in a near choking headlock. Intentionally announcing your name loudly as he snuggle you close to his chest, flexing his muscles flashily once he take notes of the attention of his target. Locking eyes with Hanbin, the cocky friend let out a casual “ ‘sup professor” before returning his attention to you.

“Babe, I don’t know why you’re insisting on going to that garden. You’re just gonna make all the flowers whither out of shame from how pretty you are!”

Hoseok’s voice greasier than the fried chicken stall as he plants a big kiss atop your head. Hanbin’s eyes linger on yours desperately but all his effort turns down when you so clearly roll your eyes before flushing up to Hoseok’s side. Smirking mentally, you knew you could count on Hoseok’s cheesy ass to make a dramatic scene. Clearly winning the situation, you both stand in the most obvious spot after ordering your food. Rubbing up to his chest, you purposely drag your finger across Hoseok’s hard pecs, hanging onto his every words. Now and then, your “boyfriend” would fake laugh at a random comments you’d make, glancing over to check the intense sharp gaze that could kill. Winking playfully, the boy know his drama has to reach the climax before the food arrive.

“Ready for the end game, “baby”?”

Smirking lightly, you betted right on stringing Hoseok along with your insane plan. At your approval, he cups your cheeks affectionately before crashing his lips onto yours, leading into the hottest, messiest french kiss of your life. All that and you weren’t at all breathless… Something was missing, Hanbin was missing. Sure Hoseok is a great kisser, knocks the wind out of your lungs but he still isn’t Hanbin. In the distant, you could hear that high pitch monstrous shriek of a laugh heading your way having you both groaning with disgust mid kiss.

“Wow, look at them. They make such a good looking couple. I’ve seen them around before but I didn’t think they know each other. Isn’t it weird we’re not that much older than them but the difference in the carefree level is staggering.”

Faking a small smile, Hanbin could barely contain himself. In his perfect world, his fist would already be across the strange blue haired boy’s cheek and you’d already be back in his arms. If he’s being really honest, you wouldn’t even make it close enough to any boy for this to happen as if he could, he’d lock you up and keep you all to himself. However this is the real world and you’re currently locking lips with a guy he thinks is 10, 100 times better looking than he is. A guy that his physique puts Hanbin’s body to shame despite the endless compliments you showered him during intimacy. Most importantly, a guy that you could publicly love you, publicly shower you in affection. All he has to offer is the secret hours in his office hiding you as if he’s ashamed of you which is exactly the opposite of what Hanbin wants to do. He wants to boast about you to all his friend, to show you off, to let everyone know how delightfully awesome his girl is. Yet right now all he could do was silently and pathetically scream internally for you to stop, for you to somehow understand the pain that’s ricocheting all around his body emanating from his heart. He knows that he’ll never be able to give you the satisfaction of a normal relationship. Bitting his tongue and swallowing his jealousy, he painfully tears his eyes away from those soft lips he misses so much. 

Your little rendevouz with Hoseok obviously worked well as for the next two weeks, peace is the only thing you got. Hanbin had completely given up on contacting you. Not quite sure where he stands in your life, he just quietly watching from far away, blending into your background waiting to offer his help whenever you need. For now, that’s all he could offer…

All was well until evaluation week. Now when he was in the hiring committee, a herd of young professors were hired, including your physics professor. He’s young and handsome, popular amongst the students, charming but very professional, only second to your ex beloved professor. Being in the newest batch of recently hired, professor Kim, or Jiwon as most of his students affectionately prefer to call him, is due to being grade by senior staffs. These reviews are completely random and unannounced. Knowing there was a chance Jiwon would be review by him, you purposely sit up front the whole entire week to avoid being near the back section where the reviewers would sit. Sure enough, one gloomy afternoon, while busily jotting down notes your pocket buzz angrily. Pulling out your phone, you recognize the number even though you had deleted the contact.

12:30 Where are you?

Hitting ignore, you return to your notebook. Not even 10 seconds more before another buzz.

12:30 You’re in Jiwon’s class right? I think I see you. If not then you must have a twin.

12:31 Oh wait, that is you… Wow, I never thought I’d live to see the day where you study so hard, and sitting in the front at that. How come you never did this in my class? I’m jealous.

Angered by the constant disruption, you shut off your phone before going back to taking note. A long painful hour passed before the class was dismissed. You linger around hoping Hanbin would leave soon so you don’t have to cross path. You pretend to have question before happily chatting away with Jiwon. He’s quite a fun person to talk to and you enjoy the rare minutes you have to chat with him before other girls rush in and push you off. Hanbin had been on the receiving end of your flirts too many time to know all the telltale signs. Your giggles are higher than your usual laughter, your fingers constantly touching your hair or pushing it back behind your ears, your eyes are sweet and loving, your body sways slightly side to side. All the signs were there, he couldn’t believe that you were actually flirting with another guy right in front of him. Jealousy spews out from every crack and crevice of his body. He couldn’t help but let anger seeps into his eyes.

“Professor Kim, are you alright? You seems a little nervous.”

He coughs to cover up the obvious fury watching you blatantly, if not on purpose, flirting with someone else in his present. Lying that he’s just a bit hungry and shaky from coffee, he cusses at himself for not hiding it better. Glancing back slyly, you can still spot him talking to another professor while keeping a close eyes on you.

Damn it, he’s never gonna leave. Jiwon is leaving soon, I’m running out of time.

Just as you thought, another minute before Jiwon gathers up all the paper and bid his farewell. Before he leave however, you managed to crack a few more bad puns which he laugh at wholeheartedly at. He hi-5 you for a particularly good one before asking if he could use it in his lecture. Walking toward the exit, you could see something dark and grimace in his eyes as he stares you down. As Jiwon passes by, he gave a quick nod of the head to greet Hanbin before turning his attention back on you. Purposely seems more cheery than usual whenever Jiwon says something, you lightly pat his tone arm in protest one of his comment. Your face stone cold as you walk pass him not even sparing the slightest glance. Quickly saying his goodbye, he rushes out the door and run after you. Bowing goodbye to Jiwon, you continues on your way as he veers off into another hallway toward his office. You hadn’t expect for something to happen so publicly before getting pull into one of the empty classroom.

- “Why are you ignoring me?”

- “I’m not.” you retort curtly.

- “Come on, I know something is wrong. Talk to me. You worry me a lot these days. I haven’t seen you in so long.”

Scoffing in disbelief, you glare back at him as if he said he had seen a unicorn.

- “What do you want me to say? There’s literally nothing to say. I have a life outside of being your sex toy, you know. Why are you so stuck on me? Don’t you have a test to grade or something?” Your crude tone and vulgar language kills the last of his patient. Clearly done with playing defensive, his raises his voice unknowingly.

- “Shit, drop your act. I know you care. Are you dating Jiwon?”

You open your mouth to speak before stopping the angry slur that was about the spew out. He didn’t deserve this, any of this. Your crazy jealous antic isn’t meant for him to hear. None of this was his fault and you know it but too prideful to admit. You scoff, roll your eyes at him before shaking your head in disbelief and pushing your way out of the room. Not liking your reaction, he pulls you back and pins you against the wall. His voice raises and he sternly repeats his question.

- “Are you or are you not dating Kim Jiwon?” His eyes completely opposite of his intimidating display, almost the same eyes scrutinizing you during nights of moans and sweats. 

- “Yea, sure I’m dating him. What are you gonna do about it?” You hum nonchalantly, eyes not meeting his out of fear not because he’s pinning you down but because you’ll kiss him otherwise.

- “Are you serious? you’re lying. I can see it in your eyes. What about that weird kid with the blue hair?” a note of somber and desperation mix into his tone no doubt recalling your very public borderline indecent display of affection.

- “Yea, I’m dating him too. It’s nothing serious anyways.” Your voice trails off, eyes studying his expression closely this time. What hurts you wasn’t that he ignored you, or that he had been cozying up to someone that was better than you. It was the shock on his face that’s being wash over by something abhorrent. It was the fact that he actually thinks, believes that you would be the type to just sleep around to get over him, to get back at him. After all this time, he clearly knows nothing about you. “Well, apparently in certain people’s eyes I’m that big of a slut already. They fully believe that I’d go around sleeping with one professor after another so why would my words matter. I guess sleeping with other students around school isn’t so far fetch either in my realm of promiscuous.When opinions are preconceived, truth doesn’t matter. Maybe I am sleeping with them, maybe I’m not. Who knows. Who fucking care.”

- “You– I–”

- “You what? gonna bend me over and spank me? Fuck the truth out of me? Did you forget where we are… Professor?”

Your chiding words tear through the air like knife. He chokes on his words as yours were true. You’re not in the comfort of his office or his home, you haven’t been for awhile. Staring back at your smug and haughty expression, his arms drop away in defeat, letting you out of the cage that was his body. You scoff loudly before walking away taking the chance as you know there’s no overpowering him. He could trap you forever if he really wanted to but he never abused that power. Before you could open the door, a small sigh could be heard. The smallest sigh that finally cracks open all your resolve.

- “I really miss you. Come back to me…”

Your hand freezes on the handle and you stare blankly at the door. Did your ears play trick on you? Had you been in the lecture for so long that your brain is all muddled up? He has a girlfriend, yet here he was confessing to his bootycall, desperation laces in his voice. Your moral might not be the straightest but cheating is definitely not something you’d tolerate. Rage slowly drowns out all your senses and your body shakes. Without turning around, you cuss out toward him.

- “I didn’t think you were that kind of person, Kim Hanbin. Fucking around with me wasn’t enough but now you gotta fuck around with your girlfriend too?”

- “What are you talking about? What girlfriend?” He spews in shock, what had gotten into your mind talking about some girlfriend.

- “Don’t fucking lie to me. I wasn’t born yesterday, I think i can tell if the person i spent the past few months with has a girlfriend or not.”

No longer being able to control yourself, you turn around to face him as a few tears escape your eyes. Shock at the sight, he moves forward and reaches his hands out to comfort you. However, your anger stops him.

- “Don’t fucking touch me, bastard.”

- “Baby…”

Before he could finish his sentence, your hand lands a slap on his cheek. Taken aback by your action, he steps backward hesitantly before moving forward enveloping you into a tight embrace. All your fighting is futile as he’s way stronger than your sobbing mess.

- “How dare you… call me that…”

You huff angrily. You had never been this wrong in judging someone’s personality before.

- “Baby, I don’t know what you’ve heard but I don’t have a girlfriend. I don’t even know why you stop talking to me out of the blue. I’ve spent so much time trying to figure out what I did wrong but it’s so hard when you won’t even spare me one second of your attention. After nights and nights of not being able to sleep, I concluded that it has something to do with the new stat professor. I saw your expression that day in the courtyard… The rumors… You heard the rumors haven’t you? You looked so disappointed. I wanted nothing more but to chase after you but I couldn’t. Clearly that was a big mistake. I didn’t think you’d be mad for this long… I really miss you. Not just your touch or your body. Just YOU.”

- “Let. Me. GO.” No doubt his words are beginning to chip at your ice facade but your pride was stronger and you resist the temptation of giving in with all your might. 

- “No, not until you calm down and talk to me. I don’t fucking care if the dean walks in right now and catches us. We need to have this talk.” You’re not the only one sticking to the gun as he refuses to back down, making it harder and harder for you to fight. 

- “If you lose your job because of me, I swear on my life I will never talk to you again… Let me go!”

- “NO! Not until you tell me what’s going on. until then, I’m not gonna let you leave.”

Before you could reply, the handle rattles as someone is trying to enter the room. Shock forms on both of your faces as you hear a small high pitch voice calling for him.

Part 4

[nobondingmoment-blog]

The Best for Last | Klance circus!au

This is the first time I'm writing in a long time -and the first time I write about Voltron-, so please bear with me if it's not the best, I tried ;; also, English is not my first language, so if you see any grammar mistakes please point them out and I'll change it ASAP! Also, thank you to @salamandraimoral​ for letting me use her !au for this, you should go check her amazing art ♥

"Come on, Pidge," a very annoyed Keith told his best friend as she dragged him through the various booths where food was served and games were played all throughout the place. Crossing his arms, he looked around, hoping to find something that could entertain him for even a little bit. "You know I'm not fond of this stuff, I only agreed to come so that you wouldn't come alone; can we take a break to sit down or something?"

It was a loud summer night in Austin as the city seemed to burst with life; from every corner of the place, people gathered to see the main attraction that day, the travelling carnival that had arrived to the city only two days ago and that promised to deliver only the very best from their scene; carrousels, bumper cars, and many typical games like balloon and darts (which Pidge always claimed were rigged). It seemed as if not even a single person wanted to miss the event, and everywhere they looked, they could only see the moving crowd grow and grow.

Biting her steaming slice of pizza, Pidge supressed a laugh as she said, "Not a chance, dude," and then headed to another booth, where a young man was advertising the amazing prizes one could win by defeating another in a video game. "We've been here for only one and a half hours, there's no way I'm leaving until at least 1 am. Now, excuse me, I have a nice 3DS waiting for me here; don't go too far or we'll lose each other!" she yelled as she walked into the booth, and Keith was sure that he wouldn't see her for a while; she was always determined to win when it came to technology, and he could only feel sorry for her opponent.

Sighing, he eyed everything before deciding he'd look for a place to sit for a moment and rest his legs. It took him a while to see that every bench in sight was already occupied, and he almost resigned his search when he came across a wooden sign in the shape of an arrow pointing in the way he was going.

'Circus: this way. Don't miss the show! 10:30pm.'

"A circus?" he said in a low voice, "That must be interesting. " Whether there was sarcasm or not in his tone, not even him could decide. Checking his phone, he saw there was only twenty more minutes until it began, so he decided to hurry up.

He kept on going forward through the multitude of people until he came across a big tent, almost too big to be called 'tent', blue and white. It was a bit separated from the rest of the carnival due to its size, but people seemed eager to enter: the line was already long, and he scurried to get a place before it could get longer. The entrance ticket cost Keith 5 dollars, the only amount of money he'd used so far that night, and he was fast enough to get a front row seat.

Minutes passed and, when everyone was in their seats and the place was packed, the lights turned off, with only the spotlight pointing to the centre of the ring still on. A small man, the ringmaster, came into view, dressed in a fancy grey suit and holding a white rose on his right hand. Clearing his throat, he spoke loud and clear.

"Good evening, ladies and gentleman of Austin! Welcome to the Neverland Circus. We're very glad we're able to visit your beautiful city and show you everything that we're proud of. Keep in mind, your minds may be confused right now, but it's through the confusion," as he said those words, he raised the rose, hid it inside his jacket for a second and pulled it back out to show that now he was holding a white candle instead, "that we can enlighten ourselves and divert our minds from all that troubles us." With a quick snap of his fingers, the candle lit itself, and as a reflex everyone in the crowd clapped loudly as the man bowed. "We'll put on a show you'll never forget," were his last words before he introduced the first act.

An Asian man danced through the ring to a melody Keith couldn't recognize while juggling with large knives; a few times it seemed as if he was going to drop one or trip with his own foot, making everyone fear for his life, but it all was proven to be part of the act as he finished his performance almost flawlessly. Next came a tall, slender, orange-haired man with a big moustache accompanied by a fat one, both dressed up as mimes, acting as if they were trying to think of different ways to win over the ladies on the audience but failing to do so, with the women giggling as they grabbed the imaginary roses handed to them.

Sword eaters, knife throwers, and even a group of dancing midgets were all part of the line-up. Keith had lost track of time when the ringmaster came back to the ring for one last announcement. "Ladies and gentleman, we hope you've been having a great time tonight. I'm afraid it's almost time to wrap things up, but we wanted to leave the best for last. Here it is, our biggest pride, the last show of the night."

Lights turned off once more as a soft tune started playing in the background. In the darkness, a big hoop connected to a cable slowly came down from the ceiling as two figures approached the centre. One, a woman of long, white hair and dark skin, dressed in an opal leotard and holding a ribbon on her right hand. The other, almost the same height, a man of short brown hair, dressed in a blue and black leotard with blue gaiters. Both of them had their faces painted with dots and lines of various colours, and it wasn't hard for them to immediately catch the attention of everyone in the room.

The man grabbed the hoop and sat on it as it started going up again, while the woman started to dance to the music, waving the ribbon along with her body. The moves she made were enticing, telling the story of someone's heartbreak or falling in love; the two of them seemed so similar in her own world that one couldn't even begin to tell them apart.

Soon enough, the man moved too, and it was only then that Keith could see what they were all about: the woman was a born-contortionist, dancing and twisting her body as if it was no big deal and adding even more emotion to the melody, and the young man was a skilled aerial acrobat, hanging from every position imaginable as he followed the beat.

Keith didn't notice that he had been staring at him until the man's eyes met his own, making him blink a couple of times as he noticed his heart was racing. 'What are you doing, Kogane?' he asked himself, but he didn't have the chance to reply as the hoop started going down again while swinging ever so slightly. The music was stronger and his mind got even more clouded, but even through the jumble that was now his head, he saw it. He saw the way the music adjusted to his movements and not vice versa, he saw the determination in his eyes, he saw the passion and the lack of hesitation with which he moved his body. And he loved every single bit of that.

He wondered about him, his name, his age, when he had started with all of this, but the more questions popped up the more frustrated he got, knowing that it would be almost impossible to even talk to him. Even so, the look on his eyes as he waltzed through the air was mesmerizing, and he couldn't help but get lost in it. While the hoop swung over the ring, the guy let himself fall once more, grabbing it with his left leg and smiling proudly as he imitated a bird who just took flight.

He thought that he had never seen someone so beautiful and dedicated, and as the performance ended, half the audience was already standing up and clapping their hearts out, but he couldn't bring himself to take his eyes off the man who had brought so many feelings into his mind that night. When they were both together on the ground again, the acrobats stood happily in the centre, breathing heavily, waving, bowing, and sending flying kisses as the crowd showered them with applause and whistling.

And then, it happened.

The man looked straight at him, there was no doubt about it. Showing him his best smile, he waved in his direction, and Keith could only stare at him with his lips slightly parted. Was he hallucinating? He didn't know, and he didn't want to find out. Gathering all his courage, he shouted, "You were great!" to which the guy replied by giving him a thumbs up and a playful wink before turning around to leave while holding the woman's hand.

For a moment the air outside seemed warmer, more welcoming than ever before. He wasn't sure of what he had felt, but as he left the tent amidst the mass the one thing he was certain of was that he had to see the young man again. He needed to. Planning to tell Pidge to come back with him the next day, he wandered through the fair for a while lost in his own little train of thought when he felt someone grabbing him by the collar of the shirt.

"Hey!" Pidge exclaimed at the top of her lungs as she turned him around with an angry look on her face and the 3DS she had wanted so much on her left hand. "Where the hell have you been? I've been looking for you for 30 minutes now. And what's with the stupid smile on your face? You're all red, I could've confused you with a tomato."

There was so much to tell her, so much to share, and as he laughed he wrapped an arm around her shoulders, much to her surprise. "You know, Pidge," he said as he recalled the past hour, "I think that I started to like this place already."

She only looked at him and muttered, "Who are you and what have you done with Keith?"

[ourlittlebitofnothinguniverse]

Hey for the ask thing, all the questions you're comfortable with answering

oh boy!!! heck yeah fun shit thanks my dude! little did u Kno…… I LOVE oversharing !!! lmao muahahahahaha i’m probably gonna answer all of them thank u for enabling it lmfao

1. Do you ever doubt the existence of others than you?

yah on Rly Bad days

2. On a scale of 1-5, how afraid of the dark are you?

like… 3.5? i like the dark but,,, ‘m Scare,,,,,

3. The person you would never want to meet?

Orange Turnip

4. What is your favorite word?

it changes tbh,, hm but i can’t think of any rn!

5. If you were a type of tree, what would you be?

i’d be….. a nice oak! thicc and full of secrets

6. When you looked in the mirror this morning what was the first thing you thought?

i didn’t lmao reflection what’s that

7. What shirt are you wearing?

i’m wearing the dress i wore to work

8. What do you label yourself as?

annoying or boring lmao but also the Goblin King and that is Good

9. Bright room or dark room?

i still don’t know if this is referring to like paint shade or like the amount of light it gets or like if i sleep in a bright room or dark room so like??? *shrug emoji*

10. What were you doing at midnight last night?

i was?? drawing i think

12. Who told you they loved you last?

i think it was @wrenn-frug​ 💕💖 lov u fren!

13. Your worst enemy?

dunno man probably myself but that sounds cliche so like??? the sun bc it always burns me

14. What is your current desktop picture?

a screenshot from song of the sea!!! lOVE that movie!!!! i’d post it but like?? i don’t think i have it saved anymore or if i do i don’t feel like looking but it’s that one scene where they’re walking thru the pretty field towards the trees and there’s foxes in the corner and she’s playing the shell it’s so pretty,,,,,

15. Do you like someone?

uh yah my cat

16. The last song you listened to?

Young God - Halseygood song lov it,,,,

17. You can press a button that will make any one person explode. Who would you blow up?

oraNGE TURNIP

18. Who would you really like to just punch in the face?

orange turnip my dude i Hate

19. If anyone could be your slave for a day, who would it be and what would they have to do?

uh nobody ????

20. What is your best physical attribute? (showing said attribute is optional)

my squishy thighs and my fantastic stretch marks (which have taken me YEARS to accept)

21. If you were the opposite sex for one day, what would you look like and what would you do?

No

22. Do you have a secret talent? If yes, what is it?

????????????? secret???? talent?????? lemme check, ,, , , *reaches into a bag* nope bitch empt y aint got No Talent lmao

23. What is one unique thing you’re afraid of?

okay so like this is really dumb and i partially answered this in this ask abt the flushing toilets @ night thing but like to elaborate and make it even more dumb not only am i afraid to flush toilets @ night bc it’s just rly creepy and loud to me (esp if i’ve been asleep) but like,, , sort of in the same vein of fear is that when i was little my older sister told me that there was a ghost in the toilet and if i don’t flush it’ll get me and like i kno it’s not tru but like,,,,,, Sometimes,,,,,, (i must clarify i’m not scared of toilets themselves but like flushing freaks me out sometimes like @ night or if i don’t flush fast enough lmao don’t look @ me i’m a mess)

24. You can only have one kind of sandwich. Every sandwich ingredient known to humankind is at your disposal.

Excuse? is this like that i can ONLY eat this sandwich or is it that this is the only sandwich i can ever eat or like i can only ever have one last sandwich bc honestly i’m Not Okay with any of those scenarios no matter how many ingredients i get for the initial creation

25. You just found $100! How are you going to spend it?

Dream daddy dating simulator lmao uh?? also probably more food for archie bc he is Expensive

26. You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere in the world, but you have to leave immediately. Where are you going to go?

Ireland probably. always wanted to see ireland

27. An angel appears out of Heaven and offers you a lifetime supply of the alcoholic beverage of your choice. “Be brand-specific” it says. Man! What are you gonna say about that? Even if you don’t drink booze there’s something you can figure out… so what’s it gonna be?

“Even if you don’t drink booze there’s something you can figure out” like???? no???? if u don’t drink alcohol why would u want a lifetime supply??? unless i could like…. sell it??? whats the Most Expensive kind i’ll just get an unending supply of heavenly Expensive Alcohol to sell for incredibly inflated prices to the rich bc it’s From Heaven and give the money to the poor bc like,,, why not

28. You discover a beautiful island upon which you may build your own society. You make the rules. What is the first rule you put into place?

bitches gotta keep they damn opinions to themselves if they can’t respect somebody’s life based on factors they can’t help (race, religion, orientation, gender etc) also no money like We Don’t Need It i’m so tired of Needing money

29. What is your favorite expletive?

Fuck bc u can use it in So Many situations

30. Your house is on fire, holy shit! You have just enough time to run in there and grab ONE inanimate object. Don’t worry, your loved ones and pets have already made it out safely. So what’s the one thing you’re going to save from that blazing inferno?

o shit probably the twenty dollar metallic watercolors i got bc shit son??? actually probably like my laptop or smth idk

31. You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be?

my childhood thx

32. You got kicked out of the country for being a time-traveling heathen who sleeps with celebrities and has super-powers. But check out this cool shit… you can move to anywhere else in the world!

this is.. not a questionalthough it is a wonderful scenario

33. The Celestial Gates Of Beyond have opened, much to your surprise because you didn’t think such a thing existed. Death appears. As it turns out, Death is actually a pretty cool entity, and happens to be in a fantastic mood. Death offers to return the friend/family-member/person/etc. of your choice to the living world. Who will you bring back?

none of them bc if the celestial gates of the beyond is real then all the people i’d want to bring back are probably in a Better Place or something and why would i want to drag them to Hell?

34. What was your last dream about?

Cannot remember to save my life altho i kno it was rly weird and convoluted

35. Are you a good….[insert anything you’d like here]?

u did not put anything Here so i will Ignore

36. Have you ever been admitted to the hospital?

Nope

37. Have you ever built a snowman?

yAH it’s fun!

38. What is the color of your socks?

not wearing any

39. What type of music do you like?

A Lot

40. Do you prefer sunrises or sunsets?

Sunsets,,, evening is so nice mm m

41. What is your favorite milkshake flavor?

chocolate ayyyy

43. Do you have any scars?

a couple but like for Dumb Reasons

44. What do you want to be when you graduate?

I’ve graduated hs but i wanna be an animator when i decide which college to go to

45. If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?

my brain pls bartender can i have a Healthy One (correction to favorite word #4: fav word currently is deign)

46. Are you reliable?

i would like to think so

47. If you could ask your future self one question, what would it be?

are you happy?

48. Do you hold grudges?

YAH but only if i’ve been Pushed Too Far which is Pretty Damn Far by most ppls standards

49. If you could breed two animals together to defy the laws of nature, what new animal would you create?

none I am Not a God

50. What is the most unusual conversation you’ve ever had?

i have had So Many???? the most recent one was two times in a row random ppl i barely knew asked me for my netflix account bc they didnt have one and like…. bro what who R U,,,,, (i had literally only talked to the first guy once for ten minutes on fb)

51. Are you a good liar?

is the sky green? don’t think so

52. How long could you go without talking?

Very Long but like Only on Bad Weeks

53. What has been you worst haircut/style?

None my hair is Magnificent (idk)

54. Have you ever baked your own cake?

like birthday cake? never but i lov to bake cakes so like i bake myself cakes all the time

55. Can you do any accents other than your own?

i am so bad @ accents i can’t even Read in my Head in accents even though i know what the accent Should Sound Like

56. What do you like on your toast?

peanut butter and banan slices

57. What is the last thing you drew a picture of?

working on a picture of a tiger redraw

58. What would be you dream car?

a Bike bc i Do Not Like cars

59. Do you sing in the shower? Or do anything unusual in the shower? Explain.

i only sing in the shower when nobody is home (which is infrequent bc my mom is Always here) bc i am self conscious around most ppl but like Music,,,,, also when i was little i would pretend that i was standing in the rain all sad like in movies lmao

60. Do you believe in aliens?

yah

61. Do you often read your horoscope?

i follow an astrology blog and i read homestuck i mean,,

62. What is your favorite letter of the alphabet?

i??? A maybe bc there are a lot of ways to write it pretty idk but like specifically capital A ig

63. Which is cooler: dinosaurs or dragons?

Dragons they’re fire-breathing friends and i love them

64. What do you think about babies?

Gross

65. Freebie! Ask anything interesting you can think of.

U Didn’t put anything Here either so like how abt i give u a random fact abt myself that seems good my favorite bird is the lammergeier bc they’re basically irl dragons and they’re so pretty??? love them??? also i hate monkeys and apes esp chimpanzes bc they are scary and too much like humans to me i don’t like them

BOY that took way longer than i thought bc i had to feed my cat halfway thru and everything and like this is a Long Post sorry guys but ayyyyy this was fun thanks ari

[brennayovanoff]

Help! Do you ever have days where you don't want to write or revise but you know you should? What do you do to get through them?

Oh my.

Okay, so this is a thing that happens. Maybe not to everyone, but it happens to me, and when it does it is almost always for one of two reasons. Each of these reasons has a slightly different solution (there is also a third reason, which we may get into in a minute, but it’s more of a crisis than a reason, so mileage may vary).

Reason number one is, I’m easily distracted and full of thoughts and kind of lazy. So if I’m being that, there is only one solution and it is “Brenna, sit down in front of that screen and make a book, it is your JOB.” It usually works—boredom maxes out after about five minutes of staring at my document file and I start working. And there are some secondary tricks too: I work in coffee shops a lot because I like the background noise. I have big headphones that feel good squeezing my head and fill me with a sense of wellbeing. I find a song and listen to it on repeat. I always drink or eat the same thing. I wear a sweater that I like. (I fall into habits very easily and have learned to use this quality to trick myself into working.)

Reason number two, though. Reason two is that sometimes my brain is empty. I’ve been working too much too fast and not refilling my thoughts and now all the fuel is gone and I’m just grinding metal. Sometimes that means I need to not work and do something mindless, like wash dishes or vacuum or repot houseplants or drive or go outside and dig a hole and then fill it back up. Or sometimes it means I need to not work and go read a book or watch a movie or go to a museum and see things other people made when they were expansive and excited and not out of thoughts. And then, once my brain has had enough food and enough rest, I’m ready again.

Both of these reasons for not writing are totally normal (for me) (for you?) but it’s important to be able to tell the difference, because one is solved by powering through, and one is not. Which brings us to the third crisis reason.

Sometimes, I am on a brutal deadline. Sometimes it’s non-negotiable. Sometimes I have pulled two all-nighters in a row and am staring down the barrel of a third, and I know I’d want to work if I could just have a second where I’m NOT working, but that is only a beautiful dream. This is a problem. You know those people who only ever seem to operate at 100% when under extreme duress?  *raises hand* A weird thing happens where I don’t WANT to work anymore, but the overdrive switch has flipped in my brain, and it will do the work until the job is done, whether I want to or not. And trust me, I DON’T. It is like being dragged through a drippy alligatory swamp by a robot—you’re just like “please, robot, stop moving my legs! This was the actual hardest thing for me to figure out a solution for, because:

1) Deadlines are a part of my job, and sometimes they are quite tight, and the work still has to get done anyway.

2) As much as I absolutely hate it, there is another part of me that likes it.

But I know more now than I used to. Back when I was 23 and completely unwise and taking a course overload in grad school while interning and also working 30 hours a week, I was just like “this is how we live a life!” That is not true. Can you hear me in the back? THAT IS NOT TRUE.

But sometimes you still have to do stuff and there’s a lot of it and you also have very little time to do it in. So let me tell you a deadline secret, it is very important: the answer to Brenna’s acute deadline crisis is, drink water, eat almonds, divide each 24-hour cycle into two discrete sections, allowing for one 3-hour sleep cycle and one 4 to 5-hour one. This is because if you are me, you start to feel like you are not allowed to sleep. This is a lie. And in fact, if you don’t sleep, I promise your work won’t be as good. At very best, it will be pretty weird. Also, drink less coffee. You think you need it, but you don’t.

I realize the answer to this question escalated quickly. Probably just focus on points 1 and 2—telling the difference between when your brain is empty and when it’s just dragging its feet. Unless you are a person who is currently living my 23-year-old life. In which case, you are not just allowed to sleep. Dude, you HAVE TO.

[sunnybimbo]

tfw i meant to post this late night but i put it in my queue by accident

ao3 link here

have some garrison trio for hunk’s birthday because B O N D I N G and also i was riding a big sugar high so it isn’t as Epic as i wanted it to be

but it was fun!

It was early morning. Or late night?

It was 4 a.m., about.

Target: Asleep. Probably having a good dream by the looks of those drool stains. His covers half thrown off the bed, and he was near suffocating in his snores.

Perfect.

Lance launched himself from his balcony to Hunk’s, nearly slipping on a clump of ice.

“Toss the goods, Eagle Two!”

Pidge rolled her eyes, but threw the ‘goods’ (an old backpack, stuffed to the brim with… secrets) at him nonetheless.

“Do you even remember how to pick a lock?”

“Uh duh. I’ve watched like… a million spy movies.”

Pidge shook her head exasperatedly. “Your funeral when you set off every alarm in the house.”

Lance flipped her off as she hopped over the banister, joining him on the other side.

Alright. Bobby pin? Check.

Credit Card? Expired, but that didn’t matter.

Spare key to the front door in case he couldn’t pick the lock? Back pocket.

“Let’s do this.” He grinned, cracking his knuckles. The bobby pin was then unceremoniously shoved into the keyhole.

And the door creaked open with the motion. No fiddling with locks needed.

“Huh.”

Pidge just barely resisted smacking her forehead. “You dingus. Rule one of anything ever is to always check if the door’s locked.” She climbed over him, and nearly face-planted into Hunk’s dresser as Lance tripped her.

“Oops.” He feigned innocence, fluttering his lashes at her as she rounded on him.

They began to loudly whisper out an argument. Pidge’s arms crossed, and then she flicked him. Lance gasped, offended.

They were just about to resort to a slap-fight when a loud groan interrupted them.

“What are you guys doing?” Hunk asked, sitting up to rub sleep from his eyes. His bedhead was a thing of beauty, hair framing his forehead like a crown. Or a halo.

“Oh, you’re awake! Good, good.” Lance didn’t bother with keeping his voice down any longer. Instead, he jumped on the bed (shoes and all) and began to bounce up and down excitedly. “Hurry up and get dressed, dude! It’s time!”

Hunk curled up in his fluffy comforter as his eyes drifted shut again. “Time for what?”

“Summertime.”

Pidge pulled on the back of Lance’s shirt, tugging him from his perch. “Don’t you dare quote High School Musical.”

“Pidge, you’re the one who showed it to me.”

“And that was a mistake.”

“Yeah, well - Hunk! Don’t fall back asleep, ya party-pooper. Sun’s shinin’!”

“No it’s not.” Hunk whined, but sat up again as requested. “What are we doing this early, anyway?”

Lance dug into his backpack and pulled out a badly drawn map. “We’re going on an adventure!”

“I swear, Lance, if you don’t stop with the movie quotes I will find every DVD you own and-”

He interrupted Pidge. “Hey, see, I wasn’t even trying to quote anything that time. You nerd.” Lance rolled up his map. “Now, help me get him out of bed.”

The two rounded on either side of Hunk’s bed and flipped the covers off.

Lance shrieked.

“Dude, where are your pants?” He cried, covering his eyes.

Pidge rolled her own again. “He’s wearing underwear, Lance. It’s not like you haven’t seen him naked, anyway.”

Hunk grumbled as he rolled out from under his covers, finally.

“Yeah, well… I know you are but what am I?” Lance stuck his tongue out.

Pidge didn’t grace that with a response. Instead, she jumped on the bed behind Hunk and shoved her phone under his face. “Get up, Oh Yellow One. If we’re gonna beat traffic, we have to leave in five.”

“Where are we going?” Hunk yawned, ambling to the bathroom.

Lance stopped his feet exasperatedly. “I already told you. Road trip!”

“But- why?”

“It’s a secret.”

Pidge tapped idly at her phone. “It’s your birthday, dude. We’re taking you to the beach. You and Lance can spend your day being burnt by U.V. rays and swallowing dirty, salty water all you want.”

“Aw, Pidge. You know I’m gonna drag you along to do all of that with us.” Lance cooed, peeking over her shoulder. “But also, we are a little behind schedule. Our first plan was to kidnap you and shove you in a truck, which would have been a lot faster.”

“Thanks for not doing that.” Hunk said behind his toothbrush. “I’d rather not pee myself on my birthday.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Now hurry up!”

---

They were stuffed into Pidge’s tiny Punch Buggy and were soon holding on for dear life as she barely kept within the speed limit.

“Hunk, if we die I want you to know I love you!” Lance squealed as Pidge cut between two cars in the left lane, only to swerve in front of another as she overtook it.

“You babies. I’m barely going that fast. Besides, we have to get onto the main highway by 5 in order to really beat rush hour. So hold onto your toes!”

Hunk screamed as it looked like they were about to rear-end someone. Then, Pidge turned at the last second to an empty H.O.V. lane.

“There we go. Smooth sailing from here, probably!”

With a groan, Hunk covered his eyes, shoving his head between his knees. “Oh, no.”

“Projectile, incoming!” Lance cried, flying from the front seat to the back to give him something to throw up in.

---

Hunk did not throw up, but Lance took over as driver as soon as Pidge pulled off at the next exit. She pouted as she climbed into the back. “We were making good time.”

“Yeah, but we’d rather get their late with our lives than on time without any bones.”

“Lame.”

---

Lance, unfortunately, was just as good a driver as Pidge.

“You son of a mother- USE YOUR BLINKER!” He pushed his hand on the horn and held it for a solid five seconds.

Hunk was going to die. He was definitely going to die on this, the day of his birth.

“I swear to all that is holy in heaven… GO! The light is green!” Lance revved the engine. The car in front of him flipped them off and Lance-

“Lance, no.”

Lance hunkered down, shoulder up to his ears as he squinted at the car. Target: sighted.

“Lance, yes.”

The car took off and Lance was hot behind it in pursuit.

They hadn’t even made it back on the highway yet.

---

Hunk sighed, apologizing once again to the police officer as they made their way back to their car. Lance had his arms crossed as he sat shotgun, and Pidge was barely holding in her mirthful laugh at his expense.

Looks like it was up to the birthday boy to actually get them where they needed to go.

“You guys are ridiculous.” He sighed, clipping in his seatbelt. “I’m gonna have a heart attack.”

Pidge burst out laughing, holding her stomach as she rolled around in the backseat. “Did you see his face? And the cop, and-” Her laugh evolved to breathless squeaks, and soon the other two were laughing along with her.

“Sorry, dude.” Lance nudged Hunk in the arm.

“No problem. Just remind me to never leave my balcony unlocked again, yeah?”

“Mm… I’ll see what I can do.”

---

Eventually, the other two passed out. Pidge, probably because she hadn’t gotten any sleep that night. Lance, most likely from the amount of food he’d stuffed into himself from the gas station. Seriously, a chilli dog, chilli cheese fries, a bowl of chili, three kinds of potato chips, and a slushie?

Hunk gagged thinking about it. But whatever made him happy?

He was given time to think, though, about his friends.

This was his first real semester away from his family back in Hawaii. Of course he couldn’t just drop money to buy a ticket to visit for one weekend, not when he was drowning in that much debt. But, they’d sent him well wishes through various phone calls and texts, so he knew they didn’t forget. They’d never forget.

But he knew that if he’d been left alone that weekend, he’d probably have fallen into a depression. Lance and Pidge probably knew that, too.

He needed to remember to thank them for thinking about him, later.

---

Rush hour came and went, and they passed numerous car accidents, construction workers, and hitch-hikers.

Pidge slept through most of it. Lance, however, woke almost as soon as Hunk reached a comfortable cruising speed about two miles under the speed limit.

“How’s the time?” His lanky friend yawned, curling his legs up to his chin. How he did that in such a tiny seat, Hunk would probably never know.

“We’ll be there in like an hour.” Hunk hummed, turning down the radio. “Maybe a little over. Looks like some traffic ahead.”

“Gross.”

Hunk smiled. “Yeah. You can go back to sleep though. I’ll wake you up when we get there.”

“Nah… I feel bad making the birthday boy drive, anyway.” Lance fiddled with the radio stations, boredly rolling his eyes as they were stuck on commercial for every single channel.

“Let’s play a game. I Spy? Never Have I Ever?”

“I Spy doesn’t seem like a lot of fun when there are only cars, trees, and you know… highway stuff sitting around us. And don’t you need to drink something for Never Have I Ever?”

Lance threw his hands up exasperatedly. “Details!”

---

They ended up just singing karaoke.

Then some upbeat electronica popped on and Pidge gasped, throwing herself over the middle armrest to turn it up. “I love this song!”

“Pidge, seatbelt!” Hunk shrieked, narrowly avoiding a collision. She blew a raspberry directly into his ear before she plopped back into her seat, loudly clicking her seatbelt.

“I thought you only listened to country music.” Lance says, as if the words physically repulse him.

“Don’t make me bring up your song choices, Mister ‘Naruto Opening 7 Is In My Playlist Eight Times In A Row’.” She huffed.

Lance turned around in his seat, nose high in the air. “I’m blocking you.”

Pidge flicked him. “You love me.”

---

Their impromptu argument ended when Hunk accidentally flipped stations, and his favorite song was on.

This began the karaoke battle to end all karaoke. If they started a band, they would’ve risen to the top mere seconds after their first album dropped.

Traffic was at a stand-still, so Hunk was free to drum his hands across the dashboard. And so he did, not only hitting every single beat, but also able to find the right notes. Or, as close as he could get, on the plastic interior.

Lance was a master of air guitar. And head-banging. But the fact that he actually knew how to play the instrument made it that much more interesting to watch. Especially the way his fingers curled and flicked over the imaginary strings? It was captivating. Lance just had that kind of aura, though.

Pidge was… not as into it as the boys. But she was an amazing singer. Her voice was loud, unafraid, and boy could she hold a note. Hunk whooped every time she reached a high note, and whenever she sped through a rap, the other two went crazy.

It was a hell of a show, and Lance commented as much once they’d slumped back in their seats, voices dead and energy palpable.

“We should do this more often.”

“Only if you pay for my gas.” Pidge griped, rubbing at her throat.

---

They made it within 45 minutes instead of the assumed hour, despite the strange influx of traffic. And the beach was surprisingly empty, despite it being a weekend.

Lance just tugged a bundle of beach towels over his shoulders and raced off into the sand. “Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth!”

Hunk and Pidge shared a look, but they followed suit. Hunk grabbed the cooler, and Pidge grabbed the umbrella and backpack.

It was only about midday, but it was the perfect time to snack and sunbathe.

---

Lance had already flipped out of his clothes, revealing his bathing suit underneath.

“You’ve been wearing that the entire time??” Pidge’s eyebrows shot up beneath her bangs as she pulled her short hair into a tiny ponytail. “Wasn’t it uncomfortable?”

“Nah, it was just like plastic boxers.”

Pidge grimaced, but decided not to comment. Instead, she pulled her bag over her shoulder and left to look for somewhere to change.

Hunk had not brought a swimsuit (since he didn’t really have prior warning). But he didn’t really mind, since he didn’t plan on swimming much anyway. He always preferred building sandcastles to riding waves, anyway.

Lance, however, was probably born for the ocean. It showed, when he dove in and reappeared like a million miles away from where he started in the span of three seconds. Hunk shot him a thumbs-up as he began to fill in a moat for his sand-tower.

There was a quiet peacefulness between them for a long while. Mostly because they couldn’t really talk while Lance was neck-deep in the water, and Hunk shoulder deep in sand. But it was good. Relaxing.

Er, rather… it was, until Pidge rushed back to Hunk on the beach, flipping the beach towel from underneath him and nearly crumbling his sandcastle.

“Woah, woah. See a ghost, Pidge?”

“We have to go now.” She shrieked, face aflame. Hunk shot up, reaching out to place a worried hand on her shoulder.

“What happened?”

Pidge mumbled something into her hands as Lance dashed to meet them, saltwater dripping from him in every direction.  

“What’s going on?”

Hunk shrugged. “Something happened to Pidge.”

She made a frustrated noise and covered her eyes. “I can’t believe I didn’t research this.”

Lance and Hunk shot each other a frightened look. “Research what, Pidgeon?” Lance spoke up.

“This is, uh…” Pidge couldn’t seem to stop fidgeting. “A nude beach. As in… full-on… penile action.”

“Oh.” The two pulled back. “Ohh…”

Pidge looked absolutely mortified, and Lance couldn’t stop himself from laughing at her misery. “Aw, Pidge! I already knew this was a nude beach!”

“You what.” Hunk deadpanned.

“Yeah, dude. This part isn’t really used, but yeah. It’s technically all a nude beach.”

Pidge shouted indignantly as she began to slap his arm with her tote bag. “You didn’t think to tell us that?”   

“Ow.” Lance whined, hiding behind Hunk, who had honestly given up on them already. “Sorry, Piggy Wiggy. I forgot.”

“Tell that to my retinas. I’ll never unsee that taint.”

Hunk made a disgusted noise at the back of his throat.

---

Despite the… slight disruption, the trio did end up having the time of their lives. Lance was 100% correct when he said that the part of the beach they were on wasn’t used. Throughout the entire five or so hours they loitered around, they saw maybe five other people tops.

Hunk and Pidge joined forces to create the grandaddy of all sandcastles. Complete with a miniature dragon that circled a tower. Pidge mostly did the structural engineering, but Hunk did the design.

Once Lance had had enough of tiny fish swimming up his trunks, he let out a low whistle as he took in the sight.

“Remind me to bring you guys in when Keith needs help with his art projects. This is amazing.”

Hunk grinned. “Thanks. I’m probably never gonna get sand from under my nails, though.”

Pidge put the finishing touch on the bridge over their moat and stood with a victorious dusting off of her hands. “Worth it.”

It truly was, though. Four identical towers (with one dragon) circled a large castle that tapered at the top. The moat took most of the eye, and was in a flowing, intricate design that probably should have been researched by professionals with how smoothly it stuck together.

“Looks like a spaceship, though.”

“A space-castle.” Hunk amended. “Sounds like a dream to me.”

Pidge turned up her nose. “Sounds like a hassle to clean. Who knows what kind of gunk gets stuck in a “space-castle” engine. And where does the waste go?”

“Hush, hush.” Lance checked an imaginary watch on his wrist. “We have to get going, so pack up your bags, little children. We’re already gonna get stuck in traffic.”

Pidge snapped a picture of their piece of art, and Lance instantly struck a pose behind it. Then, she took a few more of all three of them together, if only for Lance to post on his social media.

“Rest in pieces, space-sandcastle.” Pidge mourned, before shoving her foot directly through the middle of it. Hunk clutched his heart dramatically, and Lance clapped his hands together, holding them up to his mouth.

“It lived well.”

“May it find peace.”

---

“Did you have fun, though? Birthday boy? Light of my life? Hunky-hunkster?”

Hunk grinned, stretching his arms above his head before he closed the car door. “I did. A lot.”

Lance let out a cheer that Pidge weakly mimicked from her sprawled out position. She’d taken shotgun this time, and her feet were smudging the windshield as she spread them across the dashboard.

“I really appreciate it, you guys.” Hunk shyly spoke up, “I know we didn’t do much but… It means a lot that you spent all day with me.”

“Ohoh, Hunk… don’t think this is the end of it. We have a whole dinner-show combo planned out!” Lance reached up to hook his arm around Hunk’s shoulders. “We may have finagled the dining hall for private use for an hour or so.”

“You did not.”

“Never question what Pidge can achieve.” Lance said sagely, and Pidge shrugged as she nodded along with him. Hunk was inclined to agree.

“Wait, so…”

“Yep! Prepare your butt, birthday boy. The activities have only just begun!” Lance dropped back into his seat. “So, let’s hit the road! I convinced Shiro to put on a malo and do that dance you taught us a while ago.”

Hunk probably would have choked if he’d been drinking something.

“There is no way. Shiro??”

Lance grinned, and Pidge snickered at him.

“Guess you’ll just have to see, yeah?”

Hunk shook his head. “I have the most amazing friends in the world.” Seriously. Hunk probably would have started to cry, if he wasn’t trying to focus on the road.

His two best friends shared a meaningful look, and they winked.

“And don’t you forget it!”

Mission accomplished.

[hayleybaaaby-blog]

im so boreddd

1. If you’ve ever tried drugs or alcohol, what was your reason for first trying it? i was always around someone else when i was trying or doing something, but that was sooo long ago..

2. Do you think you could ever have an abortion if you unexpectedly turned up pregnant right this second? absolutely. i'm not have any more babydaddys. next man i get pregnant by is the guy i wanna end u p with.

3. If you were far from home and needed to sleep for the night, would you choose to rent a crappy motel room for $60 or sleep in your car for free? trust me, as someone who lived in a motel for around exactly a year with my abusive babydaddy, daughter, & baby in my belly .... too much drama, nastiness, & lowlives.

4. Is there a color shirt you’d NEVER wear? i guess i wouldn't wear like neon orange or green lol. actually, probably wouldn't wear anything neon.

5. Is there a situation where you caved into peer pressure and regretted it? all the times i drank underage. it wasn't many, but yeah. miserable.

6. What is your favorite video game console? Why? used to be xbox 360. haven't had one of those in YEARS.

7. Do you like vanilla candles?

sure, i guess.

8. Have you ever been in a relationship that was going great, and then suddenly something weird happened and you just KNEW it was going to be over soon? i dunno?

9. Would you ever bleach your hair platinum blonde? i have bleached my hair plenty of times 😂

10. What are your plans for tomorrow? well, since it's already 2:20 am, tomorrow will be Monday .. I get paid. ✨

11. What did you have for breakfast? didn't eat breakfast.

12. Have you had sex in 2017 yet? consensual & nonconsensual ....

13. Who last slept in your bed besides you? my children lol. 💖

14. What time did you wake up today? couldn't even fall asleep..

15. How long until your next birthday? i'll be 23 on July 12th! 🎈🎉✨

16. What was the last movie you watched? shit idek 😂😂 i only watch shows on Netflix & our DVR. i can't even sit through a movie now loool. think the last one i watched was Stepbrothers.

17. If you could see any musician live, front row, who would you choose? Fetty Wap 😍😍 whateverrr, he's fineee. 18. When did you last consume something that had peanut butter? few days ago. peanut butter and crackers lol.

19. What’s the last song you heard? the hills - the weeknd

20. When you say you love someone, do you mean it? that's the only time i'll say it lol. i only tell my kids and family that i love them, and then a select few friends.

21. Do you plan on sleeping in tomorrow? yasss, if i can ever get some rest. 😭😫 toooo much on my mind.

22. Do you still talk to any of your ex’s? yeah, a few. now that Luis doesn't control my every move, I can talk to whoeverrrr.

23. As of this minute, what is going through your mind? Luis....

24. Where’s the last place you went? Prospect Mart. shit i don't get out much.

25. Have you held hands with anyone lately? my babygirl 😇

26. Has anyone let you down recently? actually, yeah 😂😂 dude approached ME, and then just wanted to dip when he realized that my life IS as difficult as i've said it is..

27. Does it bother you when people try to make you jealous? uh, yeah???

28. Whats the next movie you want to see in theaters? i don't even have a way to go see a movie.

29. Do you have more than $50 in your room? nope.

30. Are both of your blood parents still in your life? yeah, they're still married, too.

31. Were you tired when you woke up this morning? im tired 24/7.

32. Who is probably talking a load of crap about you right now? LUIS  HERRERA.

33. When was the last time you went apple picking? omg, i was soooo young!

34. Do you sometimes wake up in the morning, lay in bed and think about life? not anymore, i shove that shit so deep down. i hate thinking about all of this bs.

35. Are you happy summer is coming soon? of course! Paradise Lake and Holliday Lake, here we come! wish it could be the beach, but it's okay. 😊

36. Do you have drama in your life? so fucking much. thank you, luis. court is coming up this month.

Is there a person in your life that can always make you smile? there are 2, in fact - my children 💜💙

Is there someone who meant a lot to you at one point, and isn’t around now? yeah, POS tried to kill me and did other very personal and graphic shit to me. so, now he's rotting in jail..

Are you a jealous person? maybe i should've been 😂😂 then possibly i would've gotten cheated on less?

Would you cry if you found out you were pregnant? i would lose my shit.

When is the next time you’re traveling out of state? yeah right lol. i don't have the money for that.

Can you write your name in a foreign language? it'd be the same regardless, lol.

When you’re getting ready for something, do you listen to music? yessss.

Do you leave the curtains/blinds closed or open while you sleep? Closed..

What is your favorite day of the week? I'm a stay-at-home Mom. all the days are the same/

Do you generally do the same thing every day of the week? yes, taking care of my kids, cooking, cleaning, going outdoors w the babies.

What is something you did yesterday and wish you could’ve done today? didn't do anything in particular, except taking the kiddos outside to swim in the kiddie pool.

If you woke up tomorrow and knew/spoke a different language, which language would you want it to be? Spanish. my kids are half Mexican!

What did you last order online? Mama Bear, Sister Bear, & Baby Bear shirts 😍😍😍

Do you have any specific hobbies? taking pics of my kids lmao

What’s a song you recently discovered that you want to tell everyone about? Alone by Marshmello, but honestly that was a while ago. im just still obsessed.

Favorite fall or winter accessory? uhhhh.. a warm jacket?

Do you like to swim? LOVE to swim!

How many books are in your room? a lot, i guess. but i don't even read anymore.

What did you last eat? shiii, i honestly don't know. i feed my kids & don't eat lmao.

Name one of your goals for this year. FORGET LUIS.

What does your 9th message on your phone say? my phone isn't set up that way.

Look to your left. What’s there? wall.

How long does it take you to fall asleep? hours.

Are you scared about the end of the world? yes.

Is there a TV in the room you are in? yeah, a tiny little tv from like when i was a kid 😂 that's why i never hang out in my room.

What are you looking forward to? going summer clothes shopping for my kiddos. Leonardo is outgrowing clothes so fast. he's fitting 6 month snuggly.

What comes to your mind when I say red? the gum big red./

What other language do you want to be fluent in? Spanish.

Do you crack your neck often? no lmao.

Worst feeling in the world? having the man you love devastate you in every way, from cheating to ALL forms of abuse to lies to stealing to trying to kill you. but the worst? is giving my kids a shit father..

Name something you think is pointless? relationships. they're dumb asf.

Favorite fast food restaurant? locally, Taco Bell or Wendy's. we don't have many options lol.

Have you ever been in a fist fight? yes, a few./

Did you have a weird dream last night? i have the worst nightmares .

Do you wish at 11:11? heh not anymore.

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WIP fics~

I’ve mentioned the fact the I’m writing fanfiction a few times in the tags, but I have yet to post any of them (I suffer from the case of incomplete fics), so I feel like posting the WIP versions here partially to prove that I am actually writing things, and partially for advice/criticism... So enjoy I guess? (This will be updated as WIP fics are updated :P)

Tired Spoon [Mumbo fluff, 3/5 complete]

Mumbo smiled, stepping back as he looked at his finished project. It had taken him a while to build his new storage system, but it was done, and he was chuffed to bits about it. Well, he still needed some of the filters, but that could come later. The main mechanism was working, and the rows and rows of chests had been placed. He’d worked non-stop on it, fixing issue after issue in the circuitry, unused as he was with this new type of storage system that worked using new features from the 1.15 and 1.16 updates that had sent redstoners everywhere into a frenzy. It wasn’t the most efficient system out there, but he’d designed it all on his own and he was proud of it. And now, now it was all working. And he was far more tired than he’d realised when he was absorbed in his work, a small sigh escaping his lips. Despite this, he frowned as he looked at the undecorated area, knowing he could clean it up a little first. It would only take a few stacks of concrete, he told himself, and surely he still had some somewhere.

He walked towards the neatly labelled chest, opening it and frowning at the lack of concrete in there. He’d have to make some more then, though he swore that he had more than this just moments ago. Closing the chest, he let out another small sigh which quickly turned into a yawn as he thought of all the digging and crafting he still had to do to get the area looking decent. Maybe he should use cyan terracotta there, though perhaps grey concrete would fit better… He felt a firm hand on his shoulder, and just about jumped out of his skin as Iskall turned him around, looking at the mustached man with worry in his eyes. ‘Mumbo, are you okay there dude? This project is looking mega cool and all, but when was the last time you took a break?’ Iskall asked, concern colouring his voice. Mumbo blinked, about to push his friend’s arm off his shoulder before pausing. How long had it been? It didn’t feel like that long, but if it was long enough that Iskall, the one who had disappeared for nearly a week straight while working on his tree was worried, then it must have been longer than he thought. ‘Oh, well, that depends. What day is it again? I think I started working on it last… Monday?’ Yes, last Monday sounded about right. He’d lost track of the days after, well, he couldn’t exactly recall the day, but he recalled that the last time he’d checked the date, it had been Thursday. ‘Dude, the last time any of us saw you was nearly a week ago.’ Impulse chimed in. How long had he been there? In fact, Mumbo realised, when had any of the eight hermits that surrounded him even arrived? Had he really been tired enough that he didn’t even notice the sound of them arriving? Or maybe it was the click of dispensers and the rushing of water that had drowned their footsteps out, sounds that had been surrounding him for long now that he didn’t even remember that they were there. ‘Oh… But wasn’t it just the other day when I bought those redstone components from xB? Surely it can’t have been more than a-’ ‘Mumbo, that’s the last sighting that Impulse was talking about.’ The kind hermit said, brows furrowed. Mumbo frowned in response, trying to think against the tiredness that was trying to overtake him now that he wasn’t focused anymore. Maybe he had been focused on this project for far too long after all, but he still had to place that concrete. Just that and then it would be done for now. Just a few more blocks. ‘Oh. Well, I’m nearly done with this project, I just need to decorate the-’ As soon as Mumbo uttered those words, he could see that the hermits were not going to let that slide. ‘Nuh-uh buddy, you’re not going to be touching anything until those bags that are haunting your eyes have completely disappeared.’ Tango said, swatting his hand away from the chest that he barely recalled moving towards, other hermits nodded in agreement with Tango’s words.

Mumbo found himself with no chance to speak as the hermits swiftly moved, pulling him away from his project despite his weak complaints. He noticed Grian going through his chests and pulling out a spare change of clothes, and, looking down, realised how covered in redstone he was. His suit looked like it would need a few rounds of washing before it’d begin to resemble its former glory. Herded along by the hermits before his tired brain had a chance to register anything else, he found himself sitting in the guest room of Grian’s mansion, being told to get changed and have a shower as a pile of soft-looking clothes was thrust at him by Iskall. He nodded sleepily, and the hermits left to give him some privacy.

. . .

As he closed the door, Iskall looked at the hermits in front of him.

‘So now that that’s done, what’s the plan?’ He asked the room full of people.

‘He can stay at my place for now, but someone will need to watch him to make sure he gets some rest.’ Grian responded.

‘I can watch his gorgeous face for a few hours, since I don’t live too far away!’ Stress volunteered. ‘Besides, I kinda feel a bit guilty that I didn’t check on ‘im sooner…’ She added softly.The hermits fell silent at that, Impulse putting a hand on her shoulder as if to reassure her.

‘I can help watch our tired friend as well.’ Scar said, breaking the tension that had filled the room. In the end, Stress, Scar, xB, and Iskall all volunteered to watch Mumbo, though from the hushed discussion between Impulse and Tango it seemed like they might be planning something else to surprise the overworked redstoner. 

Slightly worried that it was taking so long for Mumbo to get changed, Grian and Iskall decided to check on him. However, the creak of the opening door only revealed their mustached friend fast asleep on the bed, not even under the covers due to how quickly his tiredness had caught up to him. Iskall let out a quiet chuckle at this, only to be overdramatically shushed by Grian.

‘Be quiet, he’s sleeping!’ Grian whispered in his best motherly voice.

‘You’re being louder than I am!’ Iskall whisper-yelled back at him. The two looked at each other for a second, before stifling their giggles that they simply couldn’t contain.

‘Since you’re being so motherly, why don’t you tuck him in and kiss him goodnight then?’ Iskall murmured through his laughter.

‘Only if you help!’ Grian quietly responded.

And that is how they spent the next half an hour, the two men still stifling their laughter as they struggled to gently tuck Mumbo under the soft woolen covers of the bed.

. . .

Mumbo woke up with a start, unsure as to where he was due to the unfamiliar surroundings. He vaguely recalled the events of the previous day, and, looking up at the spruce roof, figured that he must still be at Grian’s mansion.

He sat up, pushing the red blankets off of himself as he did so, and looked around the room. It was most definitely Grian’s base, his friend’s distinct style easily recognisable to the redstoner. He noted the neatly folded suit on the nightstand, a note on top written in what looked to be Iskall’s handwriting.

‘HEY DUDE HERES A CHANGE OF CLOTHES THAT GRIAN GRABBED FOR YOU. IM PROBABLY IN THE FOYER IF ITS STILL MY SHIFT WHEN YOU WAKE UP. XB MADE FOOD AND WE SAVED YOU SOME SO COME EAT’

Mumbo smiled as he read the note, placing it back down next to the clothes. Should he bother to get dressed before having breakfast? Or maybe brunch would be a more accurate term, the disheveled man corrected himself as he looked out the window at the sun that was already high in the sky.

In fact, he realised, he had yet to actually look at the clothes he had so sleepily put on yesterday. Looking down, it appeared that Grian had also nabbed a pair of Mumbo’s usual night wear when he grabbed the suit, with the familiar loose white top and baggy grey pants, although, Mumbo realised, the shirt was most definitely on backwards.

He ended up getting changed and quickly doing his hair (and mustache) simply because of how disheveled he looked, especially in comparison to how he liked to present himself. He didn’t know how he managed it, but apparently his sleeping position managed to mess up his mustache completely out of shape, though a bit of careful combing fixed it easily enough.

He finally emerged from the room out into the hall, admiring how good of a builder Grian was as he did so. Everyone on the server was ridiculously talented, and Grian’s talents laid in building, as clearly shown in the sights before him.

Mumbo could hear two hermits arguing with humour in their voices as he approached the foyer. It sounded like Scar and Stress, though he was unsure as to what exactly they were arguing about, as by the time he got close enough to hear they’d resorted to joking insults.

‘Mumbo! You’re finally awake!’* Scar said as he spotted his mustached friend. Stress whipped her head around at an alarming speed to look at the man who was awkwardly standing in the doorway, a wide smile spreading across her face, only for the corners of her mouth to turn downwards as her face became serious.

‘You better not scare us all like that ever again, aight?’ She said seriously, striding up to the redstoner. Mumbo looked at the irritated hermit nervously as she approached, not entirely sure what her plan was. Despite his uncertainty showing clearly on his face, she walked right up to him, then stopped, wrapping her arms around him as the frown fell off her face.

‘I was worried when I saw your gorgeous face all tired like that. We all were.’

‘...I’m sorry.’ Mumbo said awkwardly, not entirely sure how to react, settling on returning the hug for now. Stress squeezed him tightly for a moment before letting go, ducking out of his arms, and moving back to a more comfortable distance.

‘In case you were wondering, you were asleep for nearly an entire day, which I actually found rather impressive. Also, Tango and Xisuma say you’re not allowed to work on any projects for another two days, and if they see you working on something you’re apparently going to be in a lot of trouble.’ Scar relayed with a smile, Stress confirming his words with an enthusiastic nod.

Despite the threat of Tango and Xisuma’s wrath Mumbo found himself smiling, knowing that they all cared for him. That was not to say that he had thought that they didn’t, although he’d be lying if he said that doubt had never clouded his mind on particularly lonely nights. Just knowing that his friends loved him enough to do all of this warmed his heart beyond words, and their stern words of concern carried only good intentions. 

Silence fell over the room, heavy with awkwardness, until Mumbo spoke up again.

‘Uh, Iskall said- Or rather, the note said that xB had made food and you saved me some?' He said awkwardly, uncertain as to how long it'd been since Iskall left the note, or if it had even been Iskall who left the note after all.

Stress blinked, as if to pull herself out of a dream world before speaking. 'Oh right. I'm not sure if it's still good, breakfast was a while ago now love. Do you want me to make you something instead?'

*’Hey you! You’re finally awake!’ I thought, proceeding to leave the ooc sentence in. ((This fic is mostly complete, just need to write the ending (Tango and Impulse finish up Mumbo’s sorting system, bit more fluff) and fix up the dialogue a bit. Okay so it’s actually not that complete but shush.))

Wels Sleep [Actual title to be determined, angst or hurt/comfort, half complete]

Wels woke up more tired than he'd ever been. His entire body felt heavy as he pulled himself up into a sitting position, and yet he was determined not to go back to sleep. There were things to be done, and even if he only managed to do a little bit, that was still more productive than sleeping the day away.

He struggled to put on his oddly heavy armour, a tired sigh escaped his lips as he started brewing some tea, and he couldn't help but yawn as he finally sat down again. The hot tea helped wake him up somewhat, but at this rate he'd collapse as soon as he got out the door.

Something seemed off about the view outside, but at another glance it seemed like everything was in the right place, even if he couldn't shake the feeling that something had changed. There was the same crazy build battle, and the same castle wall, so it must have been the rain that threw him off, or perhaps the tiredness that weighed down his bones was affecting his head as well. The trip through the nether was suffocating, the heat that pressed around him making him wish for the comfortable weight of blankets, and he was thankful for the cool air of the overworld once the journey that seemed to take far too long was over. Though he had to admit, there seemed to be a few more portals than he remembered. When his oddly tired eyes saw the rest of the medieval district, the medieval district he hadn't gotten around to building yet, the place which had seemingly grown several houses overnight, his growing suspicions were confirmed. He'd gone on hiatus.

He internally thanked whatever had given him the drive to stay awake, as if he'd gone back to sleep he probably would have slept in another week, but now the question was how long he'd been out for. From the look of the builds it must have been at least a month, but he couldn't say much more than that. There wasn't anything in the medieval district that he could tell the time from, so he'd have to check with the other hermits to know exactly how long it'd been. 

This wasn't his first hiatus on the hermitcraft server, but it still felt odd, knowing that he'd been asleep for... However long it had been, especially knowing how much stuff the hermits could get done in under a month. No doubt he'd have trouble even finding the landmarks he was used to navigating with, although New Hermit... Ville? New Hermiton? He wasn't entirely sure, but it looked relatively unchanged.

Speaking of hermits, he thought, who was online right now? He raised his wrist to check his communicator hadn't broke during the time he'd been out, and luckily it looked like it was without scratches. It did take a few taps before it finally started, which was odd, because communicators usually only had issues on inactive servers, and Hermitcraft was anything but inactive when he left. Perhaps it was his communicator?

Either way, he made a mental note to talk to Xisuma about that, and looked at the screen before him. It had the usual joining message, but none of the 'Hey Wels!' he'd come to expect from the server. Looking at the list of those awake, it was easy to see why - no other names were listed underneath his, which struck him as odd. Usually there was at least a hermit AFK at a farm somewhere, as opposed to the unfamiliar sight of the completely empty server list before him.

Wels blinked, shaking his head slightly as he came back to reality. It was probably nothing, and he was still curious about the progress the hermits had made while he was out. So, with a shake to unfurl his wings, he instead decided to go for a fly around the server - knowing the hermits, even the terrain was probably different. Although he had been preparing himself for this, it was still a very weird feeling as he found himself unfamiliar with parts of his surroundings, the completed minecart tracks that slowly disappeared out of sight a bitter reminder that he had been gone longer than he knew.

The list of new structures grew and grew, and he wondered so hopelessly how long he'd been out as the hours passed with no other hermits logging on. If something bad had happened, they'd surely have left *something* to explain the events that took place, but the eerie silence simply filled his bones with a deep dread.

The shopping district was filled with stocked shops but no profits, just chests and chests of products and prices, yet not a single diamond in sight. Some shops were sold out, or had stacks missing from them, but it looked liked no recent customers had stopped by, not even in the most frequented shops. Cherry computers, the most profitable business on the server that Wels could so clearly recall [] complaining was sold out of repeaters again just yesterday, yet now the entrance was blocked off and nearby a giant timer using diamonds instead of sand with a Cherry Computers logo on top towered menacingly above the shopping district that wasn't his shopping district.

(TW: attempt at writing a sort-of panic attack? Not very good but fair warning anyway) He found himself staring at the floor, trembling, the only one online with no one to walk him through what had changed overnight even though it was not overnight and why wasn't anyone online and why wasn't there a sign somewhere, anywhere, something to explain what had happened when he wasn't there even though he should have been there with them but he didn't get a choice and why wasn't anyone online-

When Wels finally regained his sense of self enough to check where he was, he found himself inside of [], holding a stack of golden carrots that he was sure hadn't been in his inventory earlier. He vaguely recalled prying open the chest with shaking hands, although he could not remember if he had paid. A quick check of the chest revealed that he hadn't left any diamonds in compensation for the food in his hands, although he couldn't help but wonder if it was even necessary with the state of the shopping district. Despite his doubts, he left the appropriate amount of diamonds anyway, not wanting to risk the chance that the haunting silence was all in his head.

His communicator showed that no one else was online.

Despite the fruitlessness of it, he found himself typing a message into the chat. It was only a simple 'Hello?', but he couldn't help but hope that he would receive a message back. Perhaps his communicator had broken, he thought, and someone would be online and able to respond to his message.

The unchanging display declared that as untrue.

Finally, he gathered up his courage and walked back outside. He didn't need anything else from the shopping district, and even being out here once again triggered his anxiety, so he figured it was time to go back to his base. He'd figure out what to do next over a cup of tea, which he could certainly use right now. Xisuma and Biffa always loved tea, he thought bitterly, the face of his old friends surfacing at the mention. No, he corrected himself, Xisuma and Biffa were still alive and enjoying tea, and he would see them again soon. He couldn't give up hope just yet.

That tea was the worst he'd had in a while, bitter with the taste of his thoughts despite all the sugar he desperately added in an attempt to overwhelm the doubts that haunted him.

The list that declared him alone on the server did little to help.The next day he felt far more awake, almost too much so. It gave his mind far too much power to fill the silence, and so he decided to work on a project that involved noises. A doorbell, perhaps? Or maybe a mob farm. It didn't matter, just something else for his mind to focus on instead of the mystery as to where his friends were, and why they hadn't told him. Well, they couldn't have *told* him specifically, but sending a private message or placing a sign or book would have achieved the same effect.

At that thought, he once again looked at the communicator, and switched over to the last private messages he had received. It was the third time he'd checked, but it wouldn't hurt to check again. Unsurprisingly, the latest message remained an inquiry as to possibly collaborating on a project that had since been completed, something he'd noted as he flew about the server. 

He decided to work on [project here] instead.The repetitive *clonk* of placing blocks drove away his thoughts for a while, more interested in getting measurements right than pondering the fate of his friends, but all too soon he got into a rhythm, and his worries made themselves known again. Frustrated he looked down at his feet, focusing solely on the task at hand with all his might, but it was no use, as seconds later he caught himself zoning out and theorizing as to what had happened again.

((Inspired by this post, Wels sleeping through season six angst, though with a bit of canon divergence sprinkled in. Anything marked with ‘[]’ is to be filled in later after I’ve double checked locations / products / interactions. Things marked with ‘* *’ are to be italicized later. Plans for this are that Cub finally comes online and Wels is like ‘and you didn’t tell me??’, possible Helsknight reference)) [There’s also a wip watcher!grian fic but that one is really long and needs to be updated severely (started writing at beginning of season seven) so not putting here]

[justanothergaybandkid]

I'm trying to silence my mind, so even though yall didn't ask for it, I'm doing all of these any way. 1. Who was the last person you held hands with? Uhhhh, romantically it's been so long. But maybe Teague or Cody as we all drunkenly stumbled around Nashville? 2. Are you outgoing or shy? I can be both, but more outgoing. 3. Who are you looking forward to seeing? My babygirl (38 days😭) 4. Are you easy to get along with? I like to think so 5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you? God, I hope so 6. What kind of people are you attracted to? More feminine 7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now? That's the plan, and I sure as fuck hope so 8. Who from the opposite gender is on your mind? Only someone of the same gender 9. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable? Not really 10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with? Jennifer 11. What does the most recent text that you sent say? "I love you" 12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now? Anything from Twenty One Pilots self titled album, except Pantaloon 13. Do you like it when people play with your hair? Yes 14. Do you believe in luck and miracles? Yes 15. What good thing happened this summer? A lot, actually. I traveled with my best friends, saw my favorite band from the front row, went to Carowinds, and got a job offer. 16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again? Fuck no. 17. Do you think there is life on other planets? Ehhhh 18. Do you still talk to your first crush? LMAO, that's a huge fucking NO, even though they still try to contact me to this day 19. Do you like bubble baths? Don't really take them 20. Do you like your neighbors? There's currently no one in the apartment next to me, so yes, I fucking love them 21. What are you bad habits? There's so many. 22. Where would you like to travel? Honestly, my only requirements are any where I've never been. But at the moment, Ohio 23. Do you have trust issues? Yep 24. Favorite part of your daily routine? Going the fuck to bed 25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with? The entire thing 26. What do you do when you wake up? Bitch that I woke up 27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker? Darker 28. Who are you most comfortable around? My Knoxville Crew 29. Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up? Yes 30. Do you ever want to get married? Absolutely 31. Is your hair long enough for a pony tail? I only wear it in a pony tail, so yes 32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with? Laura Prepon and Kristen Stewart 33. Spell your name with your chin. Qnuot - Close 34. Do you play sports? What sports? Yes, hockey. Softball, lacrosse, and basketball when I get the chance 35. Would you rather live without TV or music? TV 36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them? Yes 37. What do you say during awkward silences? Nothing 38. Describe your dream girl/guy? Someone who can love me despite how broken I am, doesn't mind watching sports with me, wants to go on adventures, and someone who I can joke around with 39. What are your favorite stores to shop in? TJ Maxx 40. What do you want to do after high school? Well that ended 5 years ago, so 41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance? Absolutely not 42. If your being extremely quiet what does it mean? I'm either thinking, depressed, or sick 43. Do you smile at strangers? All the time 44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean? Space for sure 45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning? My job and getting to talk to my girl 46. What are you paranoid about? No one loving me 47. Have you ever been high? Yes 48. Have you ever been drunk? Lmao, yes 49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about? Nah 50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore? Navy 51. Ever wished you were someone else? All the time 52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself? I wouldn't be so broken and complicated 53. Favourite makeup brand? I despise wearing makeup 54. Favourite store? Didn't I just answer this? Lol 55. Favourite blog? All of them 56. Favourite colour? Purple, orange, or blue depending on the day 57. Favourite food? Chicken 58. Last thing you ate? Cheese pizza 59. First thing you ate this morning? Pop tart at like, 2pm 60. Ever won a competition? For what? A few 61. Been suspended/expelled? No For what? 62. Been arrested? For what? No, but close 63. Ever been in love? Yes 64. Tell us the story of your first kiss? We were watching tv with their family, everyone went to bed, they turned the lights off, grabbed my face, and we missed each others lips 65. Are you hungry right now? Kinda but I don't feel like eating anything 66. Do you like your tumblr friends more than your real friends? Nah, sorry 67. Facebook or Twitter? Facebook 68. Twitter or Tumblr? Tumblr 69. Are you watching tv right now? No 70. Names of your bestfriends? Kim, Teague, Bentley, Cody, Kelsey, Hannah, MacKenzey 71. Craving something? What? 72. What colour are your towels? Yellow or blue 73. How many pillows do you sleep with? 2 73. Do you sleep with stuffed animals? No 74. How many stuffed animals do you think you have? I haven't counted in a while 75. Favourite animal? Moose 76. What colour is your underwear? Black 77. Chocolate or Vanilla? Vanilla 78. Favourite ice cream flavour? Moose tracks or cookie dough 79. What colour shirt are you wearing? Black 80. What colour pants? Purple 81. Favourite tv show? Sportscenter 82. Favourite movie? Don't really have one 83. Mean Girls or Mean Girls 2? Original 84. Mean Girls or 21 Jump Street? Haven't seen 21 Jump Street, so 85. Favourite character from Mean Girls? Fuck if I know 86. Favourite character from Finding Nemo? Dory 87. First person you talked to today? Jennifer 88. Last person you talked to today? Jennifer 89. Name a person you hate? Does myself count? 90. Name a person you love? Also Jennifer 91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now? Myself? 92. In a fight with someone? Eh 93. How many sweatpants do you have? 10 or 11 94. How many sweaters/hoodies do you have? At least 20, maybe 30? 95. Last movie you watched? Don't know - I don't really watch TV or movies 96. Favourite actress? Laura Prepon 97. Favourite actor? Robert Downey Jr 98. Do you tan a lot? Only when I'm outside - Don't do tanning beds or spray tans 99. Have any pets? Yes, my cat 100. How are you feeling? Fucking awful in so many ways 101. Do you type fast? Yes 102. Do you regret anything from your past? Yes 103. Can you spell well? Yes 104. Do you miss anyone from your past? Yes 105. Ever been to a bonfire party? Yes 106. Ever broken someone’s heart? Maybe? 107. Have you ever been on a horse? Yes. There used to be a guy who would walk one around the neighborhood and he'd let me ride it 108. What should you be doing? Sleeping 109. Is something irritating you right now? All this fucking aching 110. Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt? Lmao. Literally cried about it tonight 111. Do you have trust issues? Yep 112. Who was the last person you cried in front of? My cat 113. What was your childhood nickname? Didn't have one 114. Have you ever been out of your province/state? Yes, actually just got back 115. Do you play the Wii? I have one, but also no 116. Are you listening to music right now? No 117. Do you like chicken noodle soup? It's okay 118. Do you like Chinese food? Fuck yeah 119. Favourite book? Concussion 120. Are you afraid of the dark? Sometimes 121. Are you mean? I can be 122. Is cheating ever okay? Absolutely fucking not 123. Can you keep white shoes clean? Until drunk assholes spill something on them or step on them 124. Do you believe in love at first sight? Yes 125. Do you believe in true love? Yes 126. Are you currently bored? Yes 127. What makes you happy? 128. Would you change your name? Nah 129. What your zodiac sign? Sagittarius 130. Do you like subway? Yes 131. Your bestfriend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? Oh god. Been through this before. Just said "My dude, I'm gay" 132. Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? Jennifer 133. Favourite lyrics right now? "I don't mind at all, I lean on my pride, lean on my pride, I'm a lion" 134. Can you count to one million? I mean, I could, but I'm not going to 135. Dumbest lie you ever told? "I'm fine" 136. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed? Open for my cat 137. How tall are you? 5' 7" 138. Curly or Straight hair? Curly 139. Brunette or Blonde? Brown? 140. Summer or Winter? Summer 141. Night or Day? Night 142. Favourite month? December 143. Are you a vegetarian? No, I don't like veggies 144. Dark, milk or white chocolate? Milk 145. Tea or Coffee? Iced coffee 146. Was today a good day? I guess 147. Mars or Snickers? Snickers 148. What’s your favourite quote? Don't thinkI have one 149. Do you believe in ghosts? Eh 150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page. I'm not getting out of bed

[my-villain-academia-blog]

[1]

Rin sat at her desk, flipping through the homework she had to do. She looked at the clock. 2AM. “Why does becoming a hero have to be so hard?” She sighed and pushed back onto her chair. Rin turned her head and stared at a family photo next to her. It was Gunslinger, Alira and her. “I wonder if dad had to do all this paperwork back in his day...” she sighed. Her father was Gunslinger was a pro hero who kept telling her that he would be the best hero out there. He had always been supportive of any dream she had. His Quirk was the ability to wield two pistols with highly accurate precision. He could shoot down anyone almost immediately.  Her mother, Alira, was previously a villain but had spent her time in prison and met her father. She would always talk about how Gunslinger saved her. Unfortunately, she was very overprotective. Her mother always told Rin that her quirk was being able to teleport, but Rin always believed there was something more to the tale. She placed a pencil on her nose to balance it. “Fuck I’m bored. I wonder what Aizawa and Hizashi are doing”. She brought up a text message with the two in it. The last messages were from Aizawa, telling Hizashi to 'shut up’ at 10pm. She chuckled. “Better to not annoy them this early”

Rin’s quirk didn’t seem like much. She wasn’t allowed a gun to test out her father’s quirk and teleporting was just boring. “I’m amazed they didn’t put me in the business class to be honest... Maybe they liked Dad’s recommendation. I wonder when we’re choosing our hero names.” Suddenly the door slammed open with brute force. Rin squealed and spun on the chair to see her mother angrily standing in the doorway. “WHY THE HELL ARE YOU STILL AWAKE?!” Alira screamed, pulling up her sleeves as if she was about to beat Rin. ‘Right, she doesn’t sleep’ Rin thought. It was her fault for chuckling and talking. “J-just doing homework mum! I swear!” Rin whimpered and hid her phone behind her. Alira said nothing and pointed to her bed. “Sleep. You don’t want to waste these years if you have my quirk” Alira said as she walked over and put her hand on Rin’s head. 

“Goodnight sweetie”

“Night mum... Sorry”

Alira walked off and gently closed the door behind her. Rin closed her book and fell on top of her bed. Hopefully the others had done their homework so she could copy it. She closed her eyes. Something felt wrong. An anxiety was forming inside her, but she couldn’t find the reason why. Rin ignored it and slept. Whatever it was could wait until tomorrow. 

The sun pierced through her window blinds. How irritating. Just 5 more minutes to sleep... Her phone started ringing. ‘Who the hell is ringing me this early?’ Rin let out a grunt and picked up her phone. “Hello?” she sleepily said. 

“Hey Rin, are you going to be late again?” It was Aizawa or as she called him ‘Sho’. “I really am not going to cover for you again. That was enough of a pain the first time.” Rin was confused. Late? She had just woken up. She looked at the time. 7:50AM. “FUCK” Rin yelled as she jumped out of bed. She had 10 minutes to get to U.A. and she lived 20 minutes away. “You know our homework is due in second period, right? Did you do it this time?” Aizawa chuckled. “Oh, shut up all you ever do is sleep in classes” Rin angrily said, rummaging through her clothes. “At least I turn in my homework on time. See you in 30″ She could tell he was smiling. How irritating. Rin threw on her U.A uniform and ran into the bathroom to do her makeup. Rin had long black hair, brown eyes and loved to dress like a tomboy. She quickly put on her eyeliner and concealer and ran out of the door. Luckily for her Alira and Gunslinger went to work early. Alira probably tried to wake her up at least 30 times before she left. She ran as fast as she could with her eye on the time. She slid in front of the gate and bolted to her class. She quietly stopped in front of the door. Her home room teacher was calling roll call. “He must’ve been late thank god. Here’s my chance.” Rin pulled out her phone and texted Hizashi. ‘YO, I’m outside, make some noise for me bro’ she texted. She was begging in her head that he would look at his phone. He replied and said, ‘you owe me :(’. Hizashi and Aizawa’s seats were in the middle of the back row while Rin’s was near the door. Hizashi yawned, loudly. The teacher stopped and stared at Hizashi. “For the last time, can we please have some silence while I call the roll?” The teacher said frustratingly. Rin slid open the door and stealthily crawled to her desk. She had made it to her desk, even though she was sweating from running. “Sorry sir” Hizashi said, signalling a thumbs up under the table. “Rin, I appreciate the effort, but I can kind of guess when you’re late.” Their home room teacher slapped his board of names on his leg. “Sorry sir won’t happen again sir” Rin said as the class chuckled. “That’s what you said last time.” Their day went as normal. Today were more theory classes than just straight hero lessons. 

The bell rang, and Rin let out a sigh of relief. “Finally, it’s time for lunch” she yawned. “Did you remember your lunch this time?” Aizawa turned to her and passed her his bento. “I didn’t, thanks Sho” she laughed. Hizashi stared at them with a jealous glare. “Well aren’t you two a cute couple” he said, moving his gaze to the ceiling. “Piss off Loud Mouth we’ve only been dating a few months” Rin said, throwing some rice at him. Aizawa sighed and Rin put some food on a fork near his face. “It’s technically your food” She said as Aizawa took a bite. “It is my food” he whispered. Rin stared at him. He was lazy and tired the entire time, but he was adorable. She really loved him with everything she had. She suddenly felt that feeling again. The feeling of anxiety developing in her chest. What the hell is this? What is going to happen today that is hurting me so bad?

“You alright?” Aizawa said poking her cheek. “You kind of just zoned out.” 

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just have a weird feeling today.” Rin said grabbing Aizawa’s hand. The bell rang again. She suddenly remembered. HER HOMEWORK WAS AT HOME. “Oh fuck I just remember our homework. I left it at home when I was running out” Rin turned to Aizawa and Hizashi and gave them a puppy dog stare. “Please let me copy it off you Hizashi”. Aizawa gave her a sour look “Why Hizashi?” 

“He’s smarter than both of us, we just take naps” Rin laughed. Aizawa sighed and smiled. “I suppose that’s right, don’t stroke his ego too much”. Hizashi threw his book to Rin. “You’re so harsh to me dude” he said punching Aizawa’s arm. “Don’t touch me Loud Mouth” Aizawa grunted punching him back. Their relationship was always a bromance. Ever since Aizawa had got with Rin however, it was a little awkward. Rin didn’t know why. They were still good friends with each other, but something seemed a little off. 

The day went as normal. They had a few theory classes and one hero training class. The three had always incorporated their quirks with each other. However, Rin’s quirk was quite dull. She felt like she couldn’t do much in a hero situation. Aizawa, Hizashi and her left school walking together. Rin wrapped her arms around the two of them. “So, whose homework am I copying tomorrow?” She giggled. Hizashi looked at her and smiled “If you even make it to class on time”. Hizashi pointed to his house and gave out a little wave. “Peace” he said as he walked across the road. It was just Aizawa and Rin now. It was silent, peaceful even. They walked for a bit. Rin was happy just being in his presence. They were still a little awkward with each other as they were just teens. Aizawa slowly grabbed her hand and interlocked his fingers with hers. She blushed. Even if it was only for a minute more, it was adorable. She looked at Aizawa and he had a small smile on his face. It didn’t take much to make him smile. They reached Rin’s house and Aizawa turned to her. “See you tomorrow then beautiful” she laughed as he never gave her pet names if they were near Hizashi. “Bye, I love you” she said as she kissed him. He stared at her as she turned around to open the gate. She reached her front door and grabbed her keys from her pocket. She unlocked her door and gave him a wave. He waved back smiling and walked off. 

She locked the door behind her and saw her mother smiling menacingly at her. Alira was leaned up against the wall. “Was that Aizawa? Your booooyfriend?” she jabbed at Rin. “No way mum, pfft c’mon he’s my best friend” Rin shot down the question and blushed. She averted her mother’s gaze just in case. That woman could tell. “You better do your homework now so you’re not up so late and so you make it to school on time. I got a phone call today. You’re going to a good ass school, work hard for it kiddo. I’ll take away boyfriend privileges if this keeps happening.” She changed her look from a smile to concerned. “I know mum, I’ll do it now” Rin smiled and ran up to her room. Her room was on the second floor while the kitchen and living room were on the bottom floor. Thank god another day was over. Rin put her homework on her desk and got to work. An hour had passed, and she looked at her phone. ‘Done the hmwrk yet?’ Hizashi said. ‘Tf is hmwrk’ Aizawa replied. ‘Homework lol dumbass’ ‘Yeah I’ve already done it, has Rin done it is the real question here’. Rin felt annoyed. Homework was boring, why would anyone want to do it. She texted back ‘I’m doing it now fight me’. I doubt I’ll get it done Rin thought. She heard the front door open and a bang. What the hell was that? There was talking and yelling. Alira was screaming and Gunslinger had shot something. Rin was worried and ran downstairs to see two men in front of her parents. When she looked at her father, her heart stopped. The man was holding a sword and pierced it through Gunslinger’s chest. Blood went everywhere, and Gunslinger shot one last shot which had got his attacker in the eye. “You fucking Hero bitch!” the man said punching Gunslinger. “DAD” Rin yelped. She had to help. Fuck she had to help somehow. Any way she could. Alira teleported and grabbed her. “Rin run!” Alira yelled throwing her towards the door. The man swung his sword sideways. Alira had no time to react. Her neck was cut open. Rin stood there. She couldn’t run. What the fuck happened. Why did this happen? Rin was shaking and stared at the attacker. She realised suddenly she wasn’t just frozen, one of the men had a quirk to hold her still. The man with the sword moved forward towards her. He was muscly, but Rin couldn’t focus on anything. Her mind was going too fast. “I’m sick of you fucking heroes” he said as he smiled. “How dare they fucking breed and plague this world.” Rin struggled. She started to cry. Her dad and mum were motionless on the floor. Their eyes were open wide with no life inside of them. The man lifted his sword up. Her heart was beating so fast. “You all deserve to die hero” She looked him in the eyes. He had scars over both. He swung down and sliced her face. A diagonal line spat out blood immediately. Rin fell to the floor, she could feel only pain and her heart beating. She took one last look at her mother before blacking out. It was silent. Was this death? Alira stood before her. ‘Be good. I love you’ Alira spoke softly and held out something in her hand. It was a little ball of black fluff. ‘Take good care of Atlas. I’m sorry to leave you. I only had enough power to teleport and place Atlas inside of you’. Her words faded to nothing. Everything was black again. Who was Atlas? Place inside of me? Rin thought. She felt nothing. Just emotionless and empty. 

[kitchenwitchsuperwhovian]

Get to Know Me...the oddball edition.

So, I was scrolling through my dash, (and had a little time on my hands), when I saw this posting. I changed it up a little from the original and I forgot who posted it first so I’m saying sorry for not tagging you in advance. I put my spin on it since most of us out in Tumblr-land have answered this or similar questions in the past. 

I have only two rules: You are to tag one person and you must answer these questions honestly, sort of... 

Just a warning though, there are 100 questions below the keep reading so if you don’t want to do that many, you won’t be wasting your time scrolling through the questionnaire forever.

@tardisspeedsterfanfiction ....I choose you!

1. What is your middle name? Something I am embarrassed about when said with my first name. Makes me sound like a hillbilly from the sticks.

2. How old are you? How dare you ask a lady such a question?! And the answer is older than I care to admit.

3. What is your birthday? In the first month of the year...and every year after that...on the same day.

4. What is your zodiac sign? A stupid song….EVERYONE SINGS when they find out my star sign.

5. What is your favorite color? Mostly dark colors. Heaven forbid you get me something pastel pink!

6. What’s your lucky number? Anything printed on money in my wallet works for me...

7. Do you have any pets? Does family count?....then no.

8. Where are you from? My parents.

9. How tall are you? Average for a person of my age.

10. What shoe size are you? Too big to find a decent pair of fancy shoes.

11. How many pairs of shoes do you own? Five-ish. Slippers count, right?

12. What was your last dream about? Making enough money to take an actual vacation instead of two days off in a row.

13. What talents do you have? I try not to kill stupid people at work and so far…..SUCCESS!

14. Are you psychic in any way? I knew you were gonna ask that….

15. Favorite song? Whatever is currently an earworm from the radio that plays continuously in my head most days.

16. Favorite movie? Do I have to pick just one? FINE! It’s….none right now cause I have no time to watch anything since picking up a second job. Adulting is hard.

17. Who would be your ideal partner? One who pays their own way instead of putting the weight of their emotional and monetary issues onto me.

18. Do you want children? Most days...YES! Those with little to no sleep…..I don’t even want to take care of myself let alone a child.

19. Do you want a church wedding? EMPHATICALLY NO!

20. Are you religious? I’m more of a spiritualist. I believe that everyone had the right to their own beliefs and practices but don’t try to force me to conform to your ideals because “My deity” believes you should be like me.

21. Have you ever been to the hospital? Unfortunately.

22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law? Not so much.

23. Have you ever met any celebrities? Met personally, yes cause of convention OPS.

24. Baths or showers? Why not both? Start in one and finish in another...

25. What color socks are you wearing? Flesh colored because they invisible for my sandals...

26. Have you ever been famous? Not something I wish for so no….

27. Would you like to be a big celebrity? Pay-grade...yes. Notoriety, paparazzi, stalkers, taxes, fake friends and family….no thanks.

28. What type of music do you like? Not much.

29. Have you ever been skinny dipping? Does taking a bath in a giant Jacuzzi count? Then no….

30. How many pillows do you sleep with? Three..so far but I am always willing to add more!

31. What position do you usually sleep in? I’m a roller so no one solid position for long.

32. How big is your house? No house, just apartment.

33. What do you typically have for breakfast? A nice big bowl of air.

34. Have you ever fired a gun? No and don’t wanna start either.

35. Have you ever tried archery? For shits and giggles at the Renaissance Fair.

36. Favorite clean word? Balls.

37. Favorite swear word? Shit.

38. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep? 39 hours.

39. Do you have any scars? Too many for such a young life.

40. Have you ever had a secret admirer? Nope and it feels stalker-ish if I did have one...or was one.

41. Are you a good liar? Most days, with enough sleep...people believe I’m a kind and caring person every day.

42. Are you a good judge of character? Eh...could go either way most days.

43. Can you do any other accents other than your own? Yea and it annoys the fuck out of my friends when I refuse to use my “normal” voice.

44. Do you have a strong accent? Not so much.

45. What is your favorite accent? Irish/Scottish but I can do Jersey in a heartbeat if you cross me.

46. What is your personality type? My own unique style.

47. What is your most expensive piece of clothing? Forty dollar shoes count, right?

48. Can you curl your tongue? No. Why would I want to?

49. Are you an innie or an outie? I like to stay indoors. I burn easily.

50. Left or right handed? Both if I’m super hungry.

51. Are you scared of spiders? FUCK YEA! I’ve been chased by the little bastards.

52. Favorite food? Anything involving cheese is a good start.

53. Favorite foreign food? Thai noodles. Hands down, you have a bowl for me...I’m yours for life.

54. Are you a clean or messy person? Clean at work (OCD kicks in HARD) and an organized mess at home.

55. Most used phrase? Son of a biscuit eater! (I usually hang around my 5-year old nephew).

56. Most used word? Fuck.

57. How long does it take for you to get ready? Most days, about 30 minutes. Special occasion...I start getting ready the night before.

58. Do you have much of an ego? Only in one aspect of my life. The rest, I’m a timid mouse with no voice.

59. Do you suck or bite lollipops? Neither. They kind suck. (ha ha ha...suck)

60. Do you talk to yourself? Most days, yes. When I answer back….RUN!

61. Do you sing to yourself? Always when at home or in the car. Shower’s a good place too.

62. Are you a good singer? No idea but no complaints from my car yet so YEA!

63. Biggest Fear? Fears are something I try not to think about cause I will likely overload and break down….in the middle of work...during rush hour.

64. Are you a gossip? I try not to be. Or so multiple people tell me.

65. Best dramatic movie you’ve seen? Beetlejuice. What?! You die in the eighties and try having a weird family with a goth kid re-decorate your house and see how you like it!

66. Do you like long or short hair? Depends on the activity? You nasty people! I mean work or chilling at home...weirdos.

67. Can you name all 50 states of America? Yep and thanks to the song from elementary school, it’s in alphabetical order too!

68. Favorite school subject? Recess cause food and friends man.

69. Extrovert or Introvert? A little of both, depends on the group I’m in at the time.

70. Have you ever been scuba diving? Not for me man.

71. What makes you nervous? Stupid decisions. Most of the time, I back out of fully committing them.

72. Are you scared of the dark? No...are you?

73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes? At work, yes. I ain’t got time for that shit. Off the clock...hell no. It’s entertaining as fuck.

74. Are you ticklish? Come here and find out. Just kidding. Don’t cause then I’ll have to punch you.

75. Have you ever started a rumor? Hasn’t everyone?

76. Have you ever been in a position of authority? Multiple times and let me tell you...adulting is hard.

77. Have you ever drank underage? Once on accident. I was 9. Thanks for the learning experience Grandpa.

78. Have you ever done drugs? Prescribed...yes. Other...HELL NO!

79. Who was your first real crush? A celebrity probably. I was young...heartache to heartache. Sorry, got off topic for a sec.

80. How many piercings do you have? Too many according to my mother.

81. Can you roll your Rs? Yea and it pisses my mom off when I do it randomly in a conversation.

82. How fast can you type? Faster than most, slower than the speedsters of literature.

83. How fast can you run? I only run for the ice cream truck.

84. What color is your hair? Currently...too many to count. I need to fix it soon.

85. What color is your eyes? Depends on my wardrobe but not black or violet.

86. What are you allergic to? Stupid people and their unending belief that they are doing just fine as they are.

87. Do you keep a journal? Does Tumblr count...then no.

88. What do your parents do? Be parents. What kind of question is that?

89. Do you like your age? No cause age is just the odometer of your life span.

90. What makes you angry? *See the above allergy answer*

91. Do you like your own name? Mostly unless someone is yelling it in my face.

92. Have you already thought of baby names, and if so what are they? Cute ones but not weird like Apple or North. Why people!? Why?!

93. Do you want a boy a girl for a child? One of each mostly so they can be raised as equals in the game of life.

94. What are your strengths? Bad judgement calls and poor money handling skills.

95. What are your weaknesses? Peanut butter...thy mortal nemesis of my thighs.

96. How did you get your name? Parents named me it cause you know….reasons.

97. Were your ancestors royalty? Stubborn, thinks they are always right no matter what, lords power over everyone in family, SO MUCH DRAMA…..maybe.

98. Do you have any scars? Already answered this my dude.#39. Look it up.

99. Color of your bedspread? Dark...like my soul!

100. Color of your room? Like every other apartment...white as hell.