#I’ve been here since 6am ew

[nina-ya]

GOOD MORNING EVERYONE HAPPY WEDNESDAY!!! Halfway through the week!! We got this!!! I hope you all have nothing short but a lovely day 💕💕💕

[katorainwonderland]

Infatuation Pt.2

Pt. 1 here!

Summary: Chris Evans/Reader: The morning after the greatest sex of their lives and Y/N is in emotional turmoil. Chris finally gets the date that he’s been wanting and we meet the infamous Dodger.

Word Count: 1,962

Warnings: Cussing, mentions of sex but no actually sex(boo ikr) past cheating, feelings cuz feelings are a warning.

Author’s Note: Next chapter will have a plethora of sex! Just warning you now! Thanks for the love on the first part and because of the comments and likes I’ve decided this will be a mini story.

Italics=text messages

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You woke up when it was still dark out, the clock on the bedside table showed that it was barely 6am. You went to close your eyes again because you were so comfortable and warm but then you remembered this was not your bed and your eyes snapped back open. This time you were fully awake and highly alert, you felt the body heat behind you and felt the arm heavily laying on your waist, it tightened around you slightly when you moved.

“Hey, you ok?” Chris’s voice was slightly hoarse from being unused and you cleared your own throat before answering.

“Yeah, I’m fine, just going to use the bathroom before I leave.” You started getting up and your words had him wake fully.

“You don’t have to leave, I enjoy your company.” He said sitting up in the bed as he watched you gather your clothes from where they were scattered from last night.

“I enjoy yours too, Chris, but I booked some studio time. Work calls, y’know.” You didn’t wait for him to say anything back, you hurried into the bathroom and shut the door, you needed a few minutes alone.

You were lying, you had finished the album you were set to release but staying any longer with him would add on to the emotions you were feeling for him.

You liked him. A lot.

“Can I at least make you breakfast?” He asked through the closed door and you sighed silently as you pulled up your pants.

Nothing wrong with that right?

“Yeah, sure, I don’t see why not.”

“Ok, I’ll meet you downstairs, waffles or pancakes?”

“Umm waffles.”

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“What are you still doing in my house?” You asked as you walked in your house to see your friend lounging on the couch and your two cats running around after each other.

“I’m here in case you need emotional support after, so come, sit and tell me how it was.” She patted the cushion next to where she was sitting and you rolled your eyes but sat down.

“It was amazing…”

“Ok, but?”

“But I like him, he makes me feel…safe.”

“That’s serious, never heard you say that about a guy.”

“Yeah, it’s terrifying, I’ve barely spent a week in the presence of this man and he’s making me feel…feelings, ew.” You laughed, trying hard to push down the butterflies in your stomach when you talked about him.

“Well look at you, finally back to having feelings.” She joked but in reality she was worried about you.

Ever since you had gotten your heart broken the last time you had become colder, it worried her and she thought you would never be the same Y/N that you used to be but Chris was easily pulling you out of it. Your friend was thankful, she was thinking about sending Chris a gift basket.

“Ok, I’m going to take a shower and lay in the comfort of my bed, you’re always welcome to stay, don’t let the cats bully you.” You laughed, looking at them as they decided they now wanted to cuddle together in their bed or were they choking each other out?

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“Hey, I know I just left but I hope you have a good day, didn’t get to tell you that.”

Chris looked at the text and his heart raced, inside he was jumping around in joy and on the outside he was grinning like an idiot. This was the most that he ever really got out of you, you were closed off a lot, he figured it was to protect yourself but he never wanted to hurt you, he couldn’t even think about doing that.

“Thanks babe, you too, do you want to get together again soon?”

He was taking a chance asking to see her again knowing it could freak her out and push them back to square one but he had to let it be known that he was serious about wanting to be around her and not just for sex.

“Yeah, I don’t see why not.”

Her simple response was all he needed.

You on the other hand felt a little queasy, hands shaking from nerves, you had decided to text him first, a big step for you and if you were being real with yourself you already missed him. It was jolting to you, missing someone without really knowing them but you don’t know what it was about him. His personality, his aura, the fact that being around him was so damn easy. This is exactly why you closed yourself off because feelings were a mess of confusion especially when they involved another person.

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The next time you saw Chris you ran into each other or rather his dog ran into you. You had decided an early walk in your nearest park would be good for some time to assess what you felt about this man. So after feeding your cats and making sure their litter was clean you pulled on some leggings and a shirt and made your way out. It was a quick 20 min walk to the park, the street was quiet, no random paparazzi popping up out of nowhere which you were grateful for, you still didn’t know how those piranhas found you at random times. But since it was early enough, the streets were pretty quiet.

You enjoyed this park, it was pretty clean, never had too many people in it and there was a beautiful spot where they had planted some gorgeous flowers. Your own little personal haven. You didn’t hear the dog running up to you but you felt the push of it’s paws on your leg, it tripped you up a bit and when you looked back and down you saw the cutest brown and white boxer mix.

“Oh, hello cutie, where’s your owner?” You squat down to pet them and also check their collar.

“Dodger? Wait, I know exactly who you belong to.” You flipped the name tag over and sure enough Chris’s name and number were on the back.

“Sorry, I am so sorry.” You heard that exact man’s voice come from behind you as his feet hit the ground.

You stood up with Dodger’s leash in your hand and turned around to face him. When he realized it was you he slowed and smiled.

“I’m convinced you bribed this good boy here to sniff me out.” You laughed

“You caught me.” He joked stopping in front of you, you handed the leash back to him. “My brother had his own thing for work down here and brought him along, my mom usually watches him when I’m away but I missed him.”

“Understandable.”

“You have a dog?”

“Nah, cats are more my speed but I love dogs too.” He nodded

“I’m glad I ran into you, I was going to text you today to ask you if maybe you wanted to go out, or we could stay in, up to you. I’m fine either way.” He was cute when he was nervous.

“Mr. Evans, are you asking me out on a date?”

“I-I uh yeah I am.”

You smirked as you squatted down again to talk to Dodger, petting his soft hair “what do you think, should I let your dad take me out?”

The dog got excited as you gave him attention and almost knocked you over trying to lick you, you stood back up. “Ok, got it.”

“So, did my wingman win me a date?”

“He did, talked you up real good.”

“He usually does.”

“Oh, so you use him to get women huh?” You raised an eyebrow at him and he flushed, automatically regretting his words.

“Shit, no, I didn’t mean it like that, I don’t use him in that way. I-I just.” He sighed “did I just lose my date?”

“Calm down, hun, I was joking!” You laughed, pushing his shoulder a bit and you could see the relief flood over his body. “Are you going to be like this every time I joke with you?”

“No, I like you y’know, and I don’t want to mess things up.”

“Well, Chris, you’re doing fine so far.”

“So, is tomorrow at 1 good?” You nodded “ok, great, I’ll come pick you up.”

“Ok, I’ll see you then, enjoy the park. It's one of my favorites.” You leaned over to pet Dodger one last time and playfully bumped Chris as you walked by giving him a smile.

Chris waited until you were out of hearing range and looked down at Dodger. “What do you think, you like her?”

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“I had fun, thanks for winning me the stuffed lion.”

“It was no problem, it sucks we had to leave early because of the paparazzi.”

“Well, in our line of work, it’s to be expected. We’ll have great pictures of our date!” You laughed, trying to make light of the situation.

“Yeah, I guess we will.”

“So, you want to come in?”

“I don’t think I should.” His answer stopped your heart, had you done something wrong?!

Chris saw the distress on your face and could just see your brain overthinking.

“No, I’m sorry, I don’t mean that I don’t want to I just mean that I know that we’ll end up having sex and I kind of want more for us. I like you a lot and I know I said before that I wouldn’t get the wrong impression but-“ You interrupted him before he could say more.

“Chris, I don’t think I’m ready for more than this, a date is fine but you want a relationship.”

“But, Y/N, I can see it when I’m with you, you like me just as much as I like you, you’ve opened yourself up more to me.”

You felt the tears stinging your eyes as you looked away from him, shaking your head. This is why you didn’t want anything more, these feelings, you hated them.

“I’m scared of being hurt.”

“I wouldn’t-“

“Yeah, that’s what they all say.” Your short answer quieted him. You cleared your throat trying to get the heaviness out of your voice.

“The last guy, we were together for 6 years and apparently 2 years into our relationship he found someone else and you know what he did? He married her while still being with me, I had absolutely no idea, we both traveled for work so us being away from each other for periods of time wasn’t new, he’s not famous so who would find out? He treated me amazingly and then ripped my heart right out of my chest when his wife found out and told me.”

“Shit, I’m sorry, Y/N.” It was all he could say, how could someone be so heartless?

“Mmm, from then on I just decided I didn’t need anything serious for a while and then you showed up a year later. I dislike how you make me feel because I’m always wondering when the other shoe will drop.”

“Hey,” you felt his warm hand grab yours, his other moving under your chin to turn your head back to him “ look at me, I would never even think of hurting you, I just want the chance to prove that to you if you will let me. But if not I understand.”

His blue eyes bore into yours, his own eyes shining with empathy for you instead of pity like so many others who knew what you went through. You wanted so bad to ignore how comfortable, safe and cared for he made you feel. You knew deep down you would be a fool to push that aside when no one else made you feel this way so all you could do was nod.

“Ok, ok we can try.” You said finally finding your voice.

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Tags! @srhxpci

Surprise here is Part 3!!!!

[slytherinlesbian3]

12: what's your favorite planet?

13: what's something that made you smile today?

18: tell us about something dumb/funny you did that has since gone down in history between you and your friends and is always brought up.

22: are you a morning person?

26: what are the shoes you've had for forever and wear with every single outfit?

32: tell us a story of something that happened to you after 3AM when you were with friends.

41: what's the last book you remember really, really loving?

51: think of a person. what song do you associate with them?

72: are you a person who needs to note everything down or else you'll forget it?

74: describe a good friend of yours without using their name or gendered pronouns.

99: list some songs that resonate to your soul whenever you hear them.

Wassup, Slyth!

Heyyy, Mochi! Thanks for the asks! <3

12: what's your favorite planet? Gotta go with a tie between Mercury and Venus. Mercury is the God of Thieves and Venus is the Goddess of Love and Beauty. Call me a nerd but I love me some mythology.

13: what's something that made you smile today? HOW MANY NUMBERS YOU PUT HERE. And the fact that I got a slurpee.

18: tell us about something dumb/funny you did that has since gone down in history between you and your friends and is always brought up. Oh my god, Elsa body pillows. It’s not between friends, just between one of us, but whenever we hang out we just look at each other and if one of us isn’t feeling it, we just bring up Elsa body pillows. Funniest shit ever.

22: are you a morning person? Depends on when I wake up. 5am? Yes. 6am? No. 9am? Hit or miss.

26: what are the shoes you've had for forever and wear with every single outfit? I mean...I have combat boots I’ve had for 2 years and I swear I wear them with jeans, cargo pants (they’re jogger style), sdjfnsdjkfn everything. They’re so comfy. But then I got my fake timbs and I wear those. They’re a taller heel and make me feel like a top.

32: tell us a story of something that happened to you after 3AM when you were with friends. Michie I’m happy you assume I have friends but I really don’t lmao. I’ve been stuck on these two questions for a while. I’m gonna tell you stuff about my siblings because I hang out with them a lot and there’s only more dumb stories to come since they got a new house. So we went to Crackerbarrel really late (it was around 1-2 or something) because we wanted pancakes, right? And my god there were so many things said at the table AND on the way there.

Sister-in-law: Are you going the speed limit? Brother: AbsoLUTELY not.

Brother: You were so adorable...You sounded like an orca.

Me: *mimics sister-in-law* Brother & sister-in-law at the same time: Shut up, Evie. Brother: Ha, nice one, babe *high-fives*

I had never felt so betrayed sjkdnfkjsdnfjksdn

41: what's the last book you remember really, really loving? Carry On by Rainbow Rowell or the entire Adventurer’s Wanted series by Mark Forman. Those are my favorite books and yes Carry On is the Snowbaz ship because you can never go wrong with a gay vampire.

51: think of a person. what song do you associate with them? Welp, I’m gonna go with my ex best friend because every song I listen to makes me think about them.

Won’t Even Start by David Choi.

72: are you a person who needs to note everything down or else you'll forget it? Yes. My memory is horrible. Do I write things down? No. Because my memory is horrible.

74: describe a good friend of yours without using their name or gendered pronouns. Okay! They’re amazing. We’ve known each other for who knows how long and we just vibe so well. We haven’t seen each other in years because stupid military but ugh I would go to the ends of the earth for and/or with them. We’ve already agreed that if one of us dies, the other is going to die soon. We’re gonna have a joint funeral and be buried holding hands uwu. I could go on and on and on about them but aaaaa so much of it is personal lmaoo

99: list some songs that resonate to your soul whenever you hear them. Let’s See What the Night Can Do by Jason Mraz.

Nintendo by Todd Carey.

I’ll Be Good by Jaymes Young.

Must Have Been the Wind by Alec Benjamin.

My Addiction by Adam French.

Fall For You by Secondhand Serenade.

You Belong With Me by Taylor Swift (I know, ew, but there’s a story).

Love Someone by Lukas Graham.

Heartstrings by Jacob Lee.

Thanks Mochi uwu <3

Cute Asks

[quillium]

The truth is this, in the bright, shining morning, when the sun beats through her blinds and the birds wake her, that Steph isn’t bothered by the act of waking.

Tim, who’s in the bed across from her, listening to her groan into the pillow, may say otherwise, but it’s true.

Steph really and truly does not mind waking.

It’s not waking she was dreading. It was washing her underwear. Which she has to do, now. Because she’s awake.

“Fuck this,” she mumbles into her pillow, kicking her feet against the foot of the bed.

Tim, who has possibly not slept for three days and only fell asleep at 6am a few hours ago, makes a high pitched whining sound and covers his head with his pillow.

Steph, upon realizing this, stops her kicking and lays very, very still. Because she is, despite what Jason may say after the confetti incident (which was, by the way, not her fault), a very lovely and considerate person.

She is. Shut up, Tim. Stop whining. It’s hurting her ears. She’s stopped making noise, now can he please—

Because Steph is a caring and kind and wonderful person, she covers Tim with a blanket, sets up that Chinese style room divider that Cass brought back from Hong Kong last year so that the sun doesn’t bother him and he’s still in darkness even though it’s—holy shit 11:00am??? If this is because she fell asleep at 5am that was TIM’s fault, not her’s—and whispers, “You need noises?”

“Rain,” he mumbles, “Can you get the birds to shut up?”

“Probably not,” Steph says, and puts on the rain noises.

Because she’s lovely and considerate, she shoves on her socks, a hoodie, grabs a granola bar, and climbs out the window. She clings to the drainpipe and slides the window shut with her foot, before shimmying up and leaving a few bits of her granola bar on the roof, leading a trail for the birds.

Wonderfully, it works, and Steph leaves the rest of the granola bar on Dick’s windowsill. He likes birds. She’s sure that he’ll appreciate seeing the birds outside his window this fine… afternoon? Not yet. Morning, still.

She’s still creeping away when she hears Dick’s window slide open and he mumbles, “What the fu—ugh. Who did this? Hi, birds. You’re so pretty. Who the fuck did this? It’s a weekend. I deserve sleep. I’m—“ yawning, and more incomprehensible mumbling.

He’s cheerful, though, despite his grogginess, so Steph counts this as a win.

Heck yeah. She’s on a roll.

She saved Tim from birds (win). She brought Dick beautiful birds (probably a win). And now she’s getting breakfast.

Jason’s in the kitchen when she slides down another drainpipe and enters through the front door. He squints at her for a moment, back up the stairs, and says, bewildered, “I have been here since 6am.”

“Ew,” Steph says, “Why were you up so early?”

“Routine is good for you,” Jason mumbles, the tips of his ears turning pink, “A consistent sleep schedule is healthy and—“

“This sounds like one of Bruce’s health talks again.”

He sticks his tongue out at her.

She beams and bats her eyelashes at him.

Jason, huffing, points at the granite island, and mumbles, “Take a seat and I’ll make you some crepes and tofu.”

“With green onion?”

“Yes, Ms. High Maintenance.”

“You love me.”

“Of course I do, why else would I add green onion into your tofu?”

She laughs, and he starts pulling ingredients out of the fridge, humming quietly to himself as he goes. Steph peers at the batter on the counter, and asks, “So, since 6am, hm? Is that part of your routine?”

The tips of Jason’s ears, if possible, go even redder, and he says, “It’s just—I’ve been drinking a lot of tea while I was reading, lately. And I thought, since I’m in the kitchen, why don’t I make some snacks? Then one thing lead to another—“

“And now it’s 11am.”

“What? Eleven?”

“Yeah.”

Jason whips his head to stare at the clock on the microwave, “I’ve been here for five hours?”

“Apparently.”

“I made breakfast for Bruce before he left.”

“For his surgery?”

“Yes.”

“You’re nuts. Did you make breakfast for Alfie, too?”

“Yeah.”

“Wow.”

“I also made breakfast for Cass and Dames.”

“Did Dick eat his cereal again instead of real food?”

“He’s still sleeping.”

“He sleeps in?”

“Dick’s a disaster, Steph. If I were to pick someone else in this family that he’s most similar to—“

“Don’t you say it. Don’t you dare say it—“

“—It’d probably be you. Pass me the butter.”

Laughing, Steph hands Jason the butter from the fridge, “Fuck you.”

He bats his eyelashes at her and says, “You love me.”

She tips back so her head hangs over the edge of the island, laughing.

They pass the rest of the cooking process in what could be called a conversation, but could also be called Jason being a total nerd and telling Steph all about the book he’s currently reading and analyzing it from multiple points of view like a nerd. Really, both work.

Jason sits across from Steph when she eats, he takes for himself a small bowl of tofu with soy sauce, green onion and honey, and eats it with a spoon.

Her tofu, fried in oil and green onions with beef, is eaten with chopsticks, which means she eats her crepes with chopsticks, like a weirdo.

Thanks, Jason.

“Plans for the day?” Jason asks in that light, absent-minded way that most parents do, which always makes Steph laugh because he’s barely much older than her. Jason, though, has always been the most like Alfie and Bruce, among them.

“Work, homework, and housework,” Steph sighs, pressing her chin onto the palm of her hand, “You?”

“Oh, uh,” Jason stirs his tofu, “Y’know. Stuff.”

Steph narrows her eyes, “You have a nice day of relaxing, don’t you.”

Jason offers her a guilty smile.

“Well, good for you,” Steph puffs out her cheeks, “I’m going to work hard today so that I get a relaxing day, too.”

“Sorry, kiddo,” Jason eats slowly, savouring each bite, so he’s not even halfway finished his tiny bowl of tofu by the time Steph finishes her five crepes, tofu and beef.

She sighs, kissing him on the forehead when she leaves, washing the dishes in the sink on her way out.

“Thanks,” Jason mumbles from his place on the dinner table. He’s always last to finish when it’s just the family (and always the first in company). He knows how to eat fast, he just doesn’t want to.

“No problem,” Steph chirps, “Thanks for the crepes, enjoy your day.”

“You, too.”

She makes a face at him, and he laughs quietly.

Okay. Time to get to work.

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[lovemesomesurveys]

“I’ve got my fuzzy socks on and I’m ready for summer”

You arrive in New York at 10 AM. What's the first thing you do? Find a nice, cute cafe to get a coffee and pastry from and chill at for a bit while sorting out my plans for the day. You go by your locker & your bf/gf is cheating on you. What comes to mind? I’m not in school anymore, but hypothetically I’m sure I would feel a lot of emotions--angry, hurt, upset, confused... like wtf?? And damn, right in front of everyone, too? That would be humiliating. 

You have to take out the trash & clean your room. Your reaction? I’m 31 years old, you gotta do that kinda stuff when you’re adult. I don’t personally take out the trash because it would be really difficult for me to do in a wheelchair, but I have other stuff I have to do. I don’t particularly enjoy it, it just is what it is.

How many siblings do you have? I have two brothers.

Have you ever made fun of a homeless/ mentally challenged person? No. What a shitty thing to.

Make up a funny word with your first name in it. I don’t know.

Do you like campfires? Yes. I love the smell, it makes me think of fall. And just the coziness of it.

What's your favorite color to write with? Black.

Do you write poetry? No.

When's your 20th birthday? [Day & Month is fine. Year if you want.] I turned 20 back in July 2009.

Do you spit in public? Ew, no. I don’t spit at all except for when rinsing my mouth after brushing my teeth. It makes me gag seeing people spit. I also have to watch out for that when wheeling around outside because I would DIE if it got on my wheels and then me. akjkslfjldsfjkldsfjkl. I’m going to throw up just thinking about it.

Are you in high school/middle school/college? I’m done with school.

How many push ups can you do? Zero.

How would you react if your cat/dog died? I’ve been through that twice before with my doggos, it’s absolutely heartbreaking and devastating. My dogs are my family. It’s no different than losing any loved one; they’re a loved one, too. I had a really hard time when my dog, Brandie, passed. It was so sudden and unexpected. 

Are you trustworthy? Yes.

“when I make it shine...”

Do you play video games often? I’ve been playing Animal Crossing just about everyday since earlier this year. Prior to that, I’ve played a few other games in their entirety since having my Nintendo Switch that I got over a year ago. 

Do you like life, love, funny or boy quotes the best? I like # relatable quotes. 

Have you ever been cheated on? No.

Have you ever had fruit pizza? No.

Would you like to learn karate? No.

Do you think it would have been cool to live in the 80s? Maybe.

Do you think we'll have robots in the future? They’re already a thing, they’re just not like easily, readily available to everyone like a Rosie from The Jetsons or something.

Was the sun out today? Not yet cause it’s 5:54AM and it’s still pitch black, but it will be.

Do you know what 143 stands for? “I love you.”

Does it get up to 100 degrees where you live? Ugh, yes. And higher. D:

When you play video games, do you like the sound on or off? I generally have it low or off.

When's the last time you saw fireworks? Fourth of July.

Do you like Dr. Pepper? Yeah.

Will you be seeing the new Transformer movie? I never saw any of them. Not my thing. 

What made this week, one to never forget? Election 2020 will be talked about forever. This year in its entirety will be, but this election was a huge one.

“Tell me why you’re leaving me”

Did you wear shorts today? I don’t wear shorts.

Do you own a fur hat? No.

Do you still use the old time mail? I still receive mail, yes. I pretty much never send anything, though.

Have you ever played flag football? Yeah.

What color is your laptop? It’s silver.

Do you like Paris Hilton? I don’t have anything against her.

Did you smile at all today? Not so far, but it’s only 6AM. 

Do you have an Xbox? My brother does and I’ve used it.

When you were little did you have a magic 8 ball? Yeah.

Have you ever ate grass or birdseed? Eww, no. I wasn’t the kid that stuck everything in their mouth or ate weird stuff. 

Do you and your friends have secret codes? I don’t have any friends.

Have you ever seen the Lincoln Memorial? Not in person.

What's your profile picture on Facebook of? Me with my It/Pennywise mask on. It’s his mouth.

Do you own a yo-yo? No.

What celebrity is your fashion icon? I don’t have a fashion icon.

“How do you love someone without getting hurt?”

Do you hope you live to be the age 70 or older? I don’t want to think about dying.

Did you go to preschool? Yep.

Do you usually wear your hair up when it's hot out? Yeah. I wear my hair up all the time cause I don’t have the energy or motivation to do anything else with it.

Where were you when 9/11 happened? I was bedridden at home because I had spinal surgery a couple weeks prior.

Which would you rather play: guitar or drums? Guitar.

Have you ever gotten detention? No.

When you were little, did you used to watch Franklin? Yeah. Aww, he’s adorable.

What's the most exciting thing that's happened during your lifetime? 9/11 and this pandemic are definitely the most memorable, but I wouldn’t use the term “exciting” to describe them. A few of our blizzards, perhaps. <<< Yeah, definitely not exciting, but certainly major, life changing, go-down-in-history events. 

How high can you count in a foreign language? I could go on and on in Spanish like I could English, but let’s be real I’d stop at 100 haha.

What's the best thing to do on a hot day? Stay indoors with the AC or go to the beach.

Would you like to go to Rome? Sure.

Do you use Febreeze? Sometimes. I prefer my Bath & Body Works room sprays, though.

Have you ever been to a rainforest? No.

How many days of school are left for you? I’m done with school.

How do you usually get tan? That only happens when I go to the beach. Sadly, I didn’t get to go this year. 

“Last name ever, first name greatest”

Snickers or Twix? I like both. 

Have you ever tried to sleep on an airplane? I tried, but couldn’t.

When you were little, did you like Dr. Suess books? Yes. Those are classics.

Are you more afraid of snakes or death? Both are scary to me, but death is just a little more serious...

Would you like to go to Australia? Sure.

Do you like Drake? Yeah, I like a lot of his songs.

What color are your headphones? Black.

Do you live in the past? Yes. :/

When it's spring, do you plant flowers? No. I don’t do any gardening.

Have you ever laughed for 10 minutes? I don’t think I ever have for that long.

Do you help your friends every time they need help? I tried to as much as I could.

Ever seen a Koala Bear up close? No.

Would you rather be blind or deaf? I’d obviously rather not be either one...

Once your done, are you done for good? Really depends on what I’m attempting to be done with.

Does it annoy you when girls wear a lot of make up? No? I don’t why I would care.

“Blow the world a kiss”

Do you live by a river? No.

Do you like being outside when it's storming? I like enjoying it from inside.

Ever thought about becoming a cop? No. A cop in a wheelchair... that’d be interesting.

Have you ever tried sushi? Ew, it’s disgusting.

When you were little, did you use to roll down hills? No.

Do you like store bought cakes or homemade ones better? I’d enjoy either one.

Do you think your a good kisser? No. Now I’m really out of practice.

Do you like long or short sleeves better? I like my sleeves to be like halfway from my elbow if that makes sense. Not a quarter sleeve, but a bit above that. Unless it’s cold, then I like long sleeves. I love when the sleeves are long enough to be able to pull down over my hands, but it’s hard to get the perfect fit when you have long arms like I do.

Do you like the name Jacob for a boy? Sure.

Could you live without electricity? Like, for how long? It would be a struggle, no denying that. I’ve never experienced going more than a few hours without it. I know people have to experience long periods without it sometimes or not have it at all, so I’m definitely fortunate. 

Have you ever ate/drank something that was blue? Blue Gatorade, Pepsi Blue, the blue Mountain Dew, Kool-Aid, blue candies and cakes.

When is your last day of summer this year? I’m not in school, so no summer break anymore. However, summer is over and it has just recently started to feel like fall, so I’m quite happy about that.

Would you rather hang out with people who are loud or quiet? Quiet.

Have you ever had a pet turtle? No.

Do you want an iPad? Nah.

“You look like you want to party”

Are you double jointed? My thumbs are.

Have you ever done karaoke? Definitely not publicly, but at home.

What's your middle name? I’m not sharing that.

Do you wish on stars? No. I did when I was a kid.

Do you recycle? We recycle plastic bottles and cans.

Do you believe in love at first sight? No.

What's something you'll do when your older, but not now? I don’t know. Are you currently drinking anything? I’m finishing a Starbucks Doubleshot energy drink.

What color is your shirt? Black. 

Have you ever played laser tag? Nope.

Does your best friend live within 5 minutes from you? My mom and I live together.

If you got dared to dye your hair purple, would you? No. I dye my hair red and I want to keep it that way. It would be a big, annoying process to do another color and then to go back if I wanted, so nah.

How many contacts do you have in your cell phone? Not many.

Do you own earmuffs? No. It doesn’t get cold enough for them here.

Nothing worse than being sunburnt, don’t you agree? I’ve experienced much worse, but they are awful.

[sirrriusblack]

Your Royal Highness - Part 2

Part 1, Part 3

* * *

Unknown Number: Hello Your Royal Highness ;)

7:32am. Oh god. I winced at the light from my phone, pressing my head into my pillow to stop the pain. It didn’t work. 

Kingsley: That’s not a good nickname

Unknown Number: I disagree

Kingsley: Huh, too bad for you, I didn’t ask

Unknown Number: :) Sooo if you’re still on talking terms with your ex why did you wanna make him jealous

Kingsley: Have you ever heard of grammar?

Two minutes passed. I bit my lip, then threw my phone on to my bed because I was being so stupid, waiting around for some random guy from a random club to text me and— 

My phone went off, and I hate to say that I jumped for it. No, dived. 

lilsevans liked your post. 

I rolled my eyes. 

Kingsley: I didn’t 

Kingsley: Want to make him jealous, I mean

Kingsley: Not that it’s any of your business

Unknown Number: Hmm

Kingsley: Hmm?

Unknown Number: Hmm

Kingsley: 🙄

Unknown Number: So why’d you kiss me then? Like I said I’m not complaining but why?

Kingsley: It’s hard to explain?

Unknown Number: I’m a smart lad, give it to me

Kingsley: Goodness you’re annoying

Unknown Number: I hope you know I take pride in that

Kingsley: I bet you do

Unknown Number: Stop trying to change the subject

Kingsley: Ugh Fine!

Kingsley: All of my friends are in relationships and they all reckon I’m some depressed tosser ‘cause I’m single

Kingsley: It’s getting quite annoying honestly

Kingsley: So I saw Remus and I kissed you to shut him up because he’s my ex and he still feels bad about breaking up with me and getting with Sirius, ‘cause I haven’t dated anyone since. He thinks I’m upset about it.

Kingsley: You can block me now if you want

Unknown Number: wOw

Kingsley: Yeah...

Kingsley: Like I said. Hard to explain.

Unknown Number: Are you still upset about it?

Kingsley: The breakup? No. I’ve never seen Remus and Sirius so happy and that’s all I want for them

Unknown Number: Huh. Well then I’ve come to save your day.

Kingsley: What?

Unknown Number: I’m gonna be your knight in shining armour and save you from all your couple friends

Unknown Number: When’s the party?

Kingsley: I already said I’d find a way out of this

Unknown Number: Nah

Kingsley: Omfg

Kingsley: 2 o’clock Sunday

Unknown Number: Oh look at that! I’m free :)

I rolled my eyes again.

Contact name has been changed to: Gorgeous Freckle Guy

* * *

I rolled over in bed and groaned into my pillow. My head was aching with a pain I never wanted to feel again. I walked past the lounge room and into the kitchen, noting that Marlene and Dorcas weren’t on the couch. They’d stayed here last night, not bothered enough to get a cab home just to have to come pick their car up in the morning. I ran my hands over my face and turned the kettle on. The doorbell rang.

“Kingsley! We’ve got coffee,” I heard Dorcas shout from outside. I sighed and flicked the kettle off before crossing the room to open the door. The grins on their faces actually ripped a piece of my soul out of my body.

“Why are you so happy?” I groaned, opening the door wider to let them in. Marlene grinned wider and handed me my coffee. I downed half of it in one go.

“Morning fun,” Dorcas explained, running her arm down Marlene’s arm. I choked on my drink and Marlene snorted. 

“Ew.” Dorcas hit me across the head and flopped down on the couch. The couch. “Now I have to steam clean the couch. You two are disgusting.” Marlene snickered and rolled her eyes, sitting down next to Dorcas and reaching for the remote.

“Hey, you won’t be complaining when you’ve got your morning fun time with Fabian and his bright, red hair and really, really green eyes, as you so poetically described them,” Dorcas laughed. I groaned.

“Bugger off, I was drunk,” I said, glaring at both of their grins.

* * *

My hands fumbled with the keys, but I finally got them in and turned them. I flipped the sign on the door to open. Mrs Denver followed me in. 

“You opened late,” she said with her squeaky, scratchy voice. I closed my eyes for a minute before walking behind the counter and turning all of the switches on. 

“Yes Mrs Denver, I only just got here. But we’re open now, what can I get you? The usual?” I asked, turning on the machines. 

“You were supposed to open at 8:15, Kingsley,” she squeaked, stepping up to the counter. I sighed.

“Technically, I’m supposed to get here at 8:15, we open at 8:30, but you just get special treatment. It’s 8:17, Mrs Denver, it’ll be alright. What can I get for you?” I asked again. She huffed and opened her purse. 

“The usual please, Kingsley dear,” she said. I took her money and handed her the change before I started making a black coffee. “Two sugars, remember!” she shouted. I gave her the thumbs up.

The shop was empty. No workers—Alice didn’t come in until 9—and onviously no customers. They didn’t usually start coming in until 9 either, despite opening at 8:30. At least on a Sunday. I was usually made to open shop at 6am on weekdays. I weighed the risk of checking my phone. Once Mrs Denver left, the shop would be practically empty. But if Alice showed up early I would never hear the end of it. I carried the mug over to Mrs Denver’s table, careful not to spill it. I left and came back a moment later, smiling at her as I placed the daily newspaper in front of her. She smiled back.

“Oh, thank you, Kingsley dear.” She sipped the coffee and sighed. I nodded.

“Always, Mrs Denver,” I replied. I heard the crinkling of the newspaper behind me as I walked to the back of the shop. My phone was, like always, void of any notifications or messages. I opened my messages and scrolled through mine and Fabian’s chat. I hated that I half hoped he would have messaged me again. My fingers hovered over the screen for a moment. “Fuck it,” I muttered under my breath.

Kingsley: Hey

Why did I just message the random stranger I met last night at a club? Why can’t I go one bloody hour without fishing for attention? Why do I—

Gorgeous Freckled Guy: Hiya :) how are you?

Ah shit. I popped my head out the front to check on Mrs Denver; she was still reading the paper and sipping her coffee. I lifted some boxes onto the counter and started unpacking them—like I was supposed to do yesterday—to make it seem like I was doing something. I don’t know how I still have a job.

Kingsley: I’m good, I’m at work though. You?

Gorgeous Freckled Guy: ooh texting at work? What a rebel

Kingsley: Ha ha.

Gorgeous Freckled Guy: I’m alright, btw. Where do you work?

Kingsley: A coffee shop

Gorgeous Freckled Guy: A barista? Oh you’re so basic

Kingsley: Thanks?

“Kingsley! Are you out the back?” Alice’s voice nearly made me drop my phone. I put it down next to me on the counter.

“Uh, yeah, I’m unpacking,” I called back. I hadn’t even heard the door open.

Kingsley: Sorry, I gtg, my manager just showed up.

I could hear Mrs Denver talking on to Alice—most likely about something in the paper. My phone chimed.

Gorgeous Freckled Guy: Okay, when does your shift end?

Kingsley: What? Why?

Gorgeous Freckled Guy: Would you mind me stopping by to grab a coffee afterwards?

What? Stopping by? Coffee? Like a date?

“Goodbye, Kingsley dear! Thank you for the coffee,” Mrs Denver called out. I ran my hand through my hair.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Mrs Denver,” I yelled back. I heard the door close.

Kingsley: Uh, sure, I guess. I finish at 12.

Gorgeous Freckled Guy: Sound a little happier maybe? 😂

I snorted. He was right. I sounded like seeing him was the last thing I wanted to do. And it definitely wasn’t. That’s what was eating at me.

Kingsley: No, really, I’d love for you to come. It’s Alice and Frank’s on the corner of Diagon Alley.

Gorgeous Freckled Guy: Thanks :) see u at 12.

“Kingsley! I’m going to shatter that thing in a second!” Alice shouted, storming over to me. I raised my hands in surrender.

“I’m sorry! I’ll put it away!” I laughed, twisting around her.

“Yeah, you better,” she threatened, though I could see the glint behind her eyes. I made my way to the locker room and locked my phone away, right as the clock chimed 9 and the door opened.

[apartments4rent]

The Letter

so i had a twitter poll back in february to write a “fic” for valentines day starring a pair that yall got to choose!! and lucwill won!!! so here it is haha it got kinda long, i hope u guys like it :^)

Lucas had a quiet life.

Keyword: Had.

He used to go to bed at 6am every day, wake up at about 6pm, head to work at 10pm, and come back in time go back to sleep. To some, this sounds pretty boring; and to be honest, sometimes it was. But Lucas liked it that way, it was routine. Familiar.

Now. Now, things were much different.

Ever since that scruffy-looking, hot headed, motorcycling kid came into his life.

They met in the mini mart.

Lucas was used to seeing a lot of strangers. He worked at the only gas station near the highway for miles. They would come in, usually use the bathroom, buy their stuff, and leave. There were a few regulars from in town that Luc would see; only a couple of night owls here and there.

One chilly November night, he came in. A cute kid - couldn't be older than 20; shaggy, dirty blonde hair and freckles. He grabbed a chocolate protein shake and three bags of almonds, then promptly left after asking for the time: half past eleven.

Luc was intrigued, but thought nothing more of it. After all, Luc was used to meeting strangers all the time.

But he came in again the next night. Same thing: a chocolate protein shake and three bags of almonds.

“D’ya have the time?”

Then, gone.

Again and again, night after night.

Till one day, he didn't show up at all. A couple nights passed with no sign of the handsome stranger and Luc figured that was all they would be seeing of each other. But, after the fourth night, Freckles came in again, as usual, as if nothing happened.

And this became their routine; almost every night, they would see each other, until they wouldn't, again and again.

After too long, Luc needed to know just what was going on.  

He didn’t know this would lead to opening up his home to the kid. It's not like you know him that well, he laid awake that night, thinking, how could you be so stupid, there's no way this is gonna end well.

Lucas always was the worst worry wart.

Turns out, things would go wrong, but not in the was he was anticipating.

No, it was much, much worse.

Things were still quiet in the beginning, it was awkward for them both; two virtual strangers, now living under one roof. They mostly kept to themselves, each not wanting to bother the other.

Then they started to open up to each other, started to learn new things about each other. They found out they had such good chemistry and a lot in common, too.

Soon they became almost inseparable. Will would make Luc get out more, actually explore things around the neighborhood; “You've been in this town for six years and you never once been to the boardwalk amusement park?” Luc would show Will all the things he loved doing indoors, introducing him to new tv shows, movies and videogames; “What do you mean you've never even heard of Majora’s Mask? It’s a classic!”

When they first met, Lucas knew he felt some type of way about Will; some way that interested, if not frustrated, him. Getting to know Will; the real Will, his flaws, his hopes, his dreams; it made Lucas realize exactly what that way really was.

And it terrified him.

A crush.

Lucas had a crush on Will.

As a few months passed, Lucas hoped the feelings would wither; if he pushed past them long enough, they'd go away, right?

Alas, it was not the case. Surprisingly, spending more time with someone who has your heart in the palm of their hand will not make you like them any less. Who knew.

“Sounds like you've got it baaaaad,” Ollie, ever the realist, was doing their best to comfort Luc in these trying times.

Luc let out a groan of agony and forcefully rested his head on Amber’s dinner table, “I don't know what to do, man. This is really getting out of hand.”

“Why don't you tell Will? Y’know, since it kinda concerns him too?”

This snapped Luc back upright in his seat, “Excuse me? Are you nuts? I can't just… tell him!” Luc was baffled at the thought, almost speechless. “We’re…” Luc searched for the right word, and couldn’t come up with anything better than, “We’re bros. And roommates! It would only make things... weird. Plus, Will isn't the best when it comes to romantic advances.”

Ollie blinked and furrowed their brow.

Luc sighed, “He's dense. And just plain uninterested in romance. Which is understandable, seeing how utterly bad this feels right now…” Another groan and he was back on the table, face buried in his arms.

After a moment of silence, Amber, who’s apartment the two were borrowing for this impromptu therapy session, returned from running a few errands.

“Hey, Amber,” Lucas said, muffled through his arms and the table.

“Oh,” she said, “Lucas, how lovely of you to stop by. What’s got you resting on my table like that?”

Just as Lucas was about to excuse himself from her apartment, not ready to share the truth behind this visit, Ollie blurted out, “Lucas finally admitted he has a crush on Will.”

“Ollie!” Luc shot out of his seat. He was beyond offended that Ollie would betray his trust so easily.

Amber seemed to ignore Luc’s protest, “Oh, that's beautiful Luc! You two make a lovely couple.” She sighed dreamily, “It's been so long since I've seen sweet love blossom!”

“Ew,” Ollie said.

“Please don't say things like that,” Luc crossed his arms, “this isn't a good thing. These feelings need to stop.”

“What? Why?”

Luc groaned again and turned away from Amber, “You don't understand, it's not simple ‘sweet love,’” he collapsed onto her couch, “it's complicated.”

Amber paused for a moment, thinking. She walked over to the couch and sat down next to Lucas. “Sweet love is rarely so simple.” She stroked his hair reassuringly, “Wanna tell me about it?”

Lucas hated to admit it but, if anyone would be able to help him out, it'd be Amber. He sat up, ready to tell her everything. And it was everything. He didn't know what it was about her that made him spill his guts; maybe it was the physical contact or maybe it was the Trustworthy Mom Voice.

Whatever it was, after about 30 minutes she was all caught up, and then some.

A long thoughtful pause after a solemn nod made Luc a bit worried.

“Want some tea?” Amber offered.

Tea did sound good right about now. Luc nodded, surprisingly exhausted after pouring out his heart twice in one day.

She got up and hurried into her kitchen. Opal, Amber’s cat, rubbed up against Luc and looked up at him. Luc smiled. The cat hopped up and curled into his lap. They say stroking a cat has its health benefits. Luc wondered if it included mental health.

Amber returned with two warm mugs of tea, “You wanna know what I think?” she continued without waiting for an answer, “I think you should tell him.”

Luc’s heart sunk. He could think of a million and one reasons why that was a horrible idea. How could she think that was a good solution?

“Now, now,” Amber could read the betrayal all over his face, “Let me finish.” She sat down.“I think you should tell him, but I understand the trepidation. ‘You could ruin what you already have,’ I get it, it's all too much. But you need to let this go somehow and a confession is the most effective way to do so,” she paused, expectantly.

A lot of things were going through his mind but absolutely none of them made sense. Amber hung her head in exasperation, as if it was his fault he couldn't read her mind.

“Write him a letter!” she said, as if it were obvious.

Luc cocked his head.

“Confess to him in a letter, address it to him, just don't give it to him! You know how helpful it is to write your feelings; you will definitely feel better after writing a love letter,” she said so matter-of-factly.

“Sounds kinda dumb,” Ollie voiced Luc’s opinion from across the room.

Amber scowled, “I wouldn't expect you to understand.” She turned to Luc with a hopeful look, “At least try it? You never know what might happen.”

Her smile was so warm and genuine, Luc almost felt better about the whole situation.

Almost.

Luc left the apartment feeling better, but only marginally. He slowly shuffled to his apartment, only feeling more confused than before. So many things were still swimming in his mind.

I guess writing them down couldn't hurt…

When he got to his apartment, he opened up his laptop and stared at the blank word document for what seemed an eternity.

Maybe I should do it freehand?

He shoved his computer off his lap went to hunt for one of his many notebooks.

Dear Will…

He chewed the cap of his pen. What was he supposed to say? “Hey bro, I think I love you?”  That was way too heavy handed, and he didn't even know if that was true.

It was gonna be long night.

Luc decided, since Will wasn't going to read this anyway, he could say whatever he wanted. Once he got past that barrier, it was actually a lot easier to write. No inhibitions, not holds barred, just his feelings and the paper.

It was a stream of consciousness of sorts; he just wrote what he was thinking, even if it didn't make sense.

And he did feel better. A lot better.

He quickly scanned over the whole two pages, front and back.

Wow, I've got a lot of issues.

He ripped the papers out of the notebook and folded them up. He wasn't really sure he had an envelope in his house.

I'll just hide it somewhere, it'll be fine.

Indeed it had been a long night and, luckily, he wasn't scheduled to work either. Absolutely exhausted, Luc decided to crash early and quickly drifted off to sleep.

The letter helped Lucas organize and understand his feelings but, as months passed, those feelings all but faded. One could argue they only grew stronger.

Valentine's Day was right around the corner and it got him thinking about some… things.

One particularly chilly night, on a whim, Luc Googled, “how to confess to your best friend”. For absolutely no reason at all. He went through almost every article on the first page of results. He almost went to the second page but no, he wasn't that desperate.

The thought of confessing still wracked him to his core, but the thought of living his whole life keeping these feelings in agonized him even more.

I’m going to to do it, he decided.

I'm gonna tell him.

“You're really gonna do it?” Ollie sounded particularly enthused by the idea.

“Yeah, I am,” I hope.

“Oh, Luc, I'm so proud of you,” Amber was beaming. “I guarantee you’ll only feel better after you do.”

Luc wasn’t sure he actually believed that, but it’s what he kept telling himself.

“The only problem is… how should I do it?”

“On Valentine's Day, of course!”

“Yeah, but… how?”

“Hold up a boombox playing his favorite song outside his room window,” Ollie suggested.

“I don’t have a boombox,” Luc laughed, ”and I don’t think it’ll have the same effect if I use a Bluetooth speaker.”

“Meet him at the airport and confess just before his plane leaves.”

“What? Why is he at an airport? Where’s he going?”

“Oh! A confession in the rain is always romantic! Everything’s all wet...”

“Don’t listen to them, they’ve been watching too many romcoms with Opal,” Amber said, “You could send a bouquet of flowers with chocolates and a sweet note.”

“That’s too- wait,” Luc interrupted, “Note…”

Amber seemed to get the idea at the same time. “The letter,” They said in unison.

“Thanks for the support, guys!” Luc was out of that apartment faster than you could say, “Lucas and Will, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G.”

He had put the letter in the safest place he could think of in his room. Someone would have to be VERY lucky to find it. Shoved between two random books in his bookshelf, it took even Luc a good while to find it.

Reading over the letter, in its entirety, surprised Luc. I wrote this? It was so honest and so deep, this came from my mind?

No, this won't work, he decided, this is way too much to lay on Will all at once. Plus, it barely makes sense, even to me.

He felt the room’s temperature drop.

“What’cha doin’?” Ollie said in an oddly sing-song voice.

“I'm going to rewrite the letter,” Luc said, looking for another piece of paper.

“Why? I thought it was pretty good…”

“You what?”

“I liked it?”

“You read it!?”

“Yeah…”

“What!? But I- How? Wh-” Luc groaned and pulled at his face.

Why am I even surprised, at this point?

“Ok, Ollie,” Luc took a deep breath, “Please don't read my personal writings from now on, okay?”

Ollie crossed their arms, “Alright…”

“Now, could you please leave? I don’t want you breathing over my shoulder while I rewrite this private letter.”

“Fine…”

Lucas turned away from the ghost and the room’s temperature went back to normal.

Oh, boy. Here we go.

It took quite a few tries to get it right; several crumpled up pieces of paper lay strewn about his room. He managed to get everything on only one piece of paper, now that he knew exactly what he wanted to say.

Luc scavenged for a proper envelope and slipped it in, putting it back between a couple of books along with the original letter. Maybe he’d want to look back at it one day and laugh.

Now we wait.

With only about a week until Valentine's Day, Luc had plenty of time to worry about whether this really was a good idea or not. Several times he contemplated throwing out the letter; if he gave up, there would be no chance of it going terribly wrong.

No, you have to. You can't keep ignoring your feelings. You have to do something about it!

So the letter survived till Valentine's Day, a Tuesday. Will was working at the garage till the late afternoon.

All day Luc hyped himself up and contemplated all the good things that could come out of this experience while simultaneously pushing away all that bad things he would think of.

Will would be home any minute. It was time to put the letter on his bed. Luc walked right into the room; Will hardly left his door closed anymore.

Oh God, here we go. He could feel his palms get sweaty; they were almost shaking, too. He gently put the letter on the pillow, as if an alarm would go off if he made too much noise.

Deep breath.

He couldn't get out of that room fast enough.

Minutes passed, though it felt like hours. Luc was starting to get worried; he was pacing in his bedroom and Will still hadn’t gotten home. Was he always this late? Luc could have sworn he had always come in just before 3:30pm and it was already 3:50pm.

Just then, he heard the gentle click of the door unlocking. Lucas emerged from his doorway to greet his roommate.

“Hey,” Luc said softly.

Will whipped around to look at Luc, “Oh, hey! You're awake?”

“Couldn't sleep,” he shrugged. This whole ordeal kept him up all morning. “How was work?”

Will gave a sympathetic smile then rolled his eyes, remembering his day in the garage, “Oh my god, you wouldn't believe the morning I've had.”

Luc laughed to himself and followed Will as he made his way around the apartment, venting about his day and going about his afternoon ritual. Luc got more nervous every time Will got close to his room; he did a number of fakeouts before he finally went in. He was still really into what he was talking about, so he didn't immediately notice the letter.

Wait, thought Luc, what am I gonna do when he finds the letter? Oh my god, why didn't I think of that? I can't just stand there while he reads it; that would be so embarrassing. Oh god, oh, oh n-

“What's this?” Will held up the letter.

Shit.

Luc didn't know what else to do, so he ran.

Ran to the only place he knew he could go. “Lucas?” Amber opened the door after an urgent barrage of knocks. “Aren't you supposed to be with Will?”

“I panicked!”

“You gave him the letter, right?” She opened the door wider to let him in.

“Yeah, he has it, I just didn't know what to do after that… I panicked! So I came here.”

“Now Lucas, how are you supposed to see his reaction to your beautiful, heartfelt words if you’re not down there with him?”

“Oh! He can use your crystal ball!” Ollie appeared suddenly, surprising both.

Amber scowled at the ghost.

“You have a crystal ball? For real?” Luc almost lit up at the idea.

Amber sighed, “I wouldn't call it that but yes.”

“You gotta let me spy on Will.”

Amber bit her lip, clearly uncomfortable do the idea, “Well…”

“Come on,” Luc was exasperated and desperate, “What else do you use it for, if not to spy?”

Amber huffed, “Fine! I don't condone this ridiculousness, but fine.” She went to go get the crystal ball from a very secret place-

“Underneath the sink? Why would you keep it there?”

She just shushed him and placed what looked to be a simple hat box on the coffee table. The three sat on the couch and gathered around as she pulled a dazzling crystal ball out of the box. Amber whispered some stuff under her breath and closed her eyes as a faint image of Will reading the letter on his bed started to appear.

“Oh my god, it's working!” Luc started to hop up and down on the couch, then moved in closer for a better look.

Will was just sitting there, reading the letter very intently. He was looking all over the paper, even going back and forth between the pages.

Pages.

Lucas cocked his head to the side.

“Is that… two sheets of paper?”

The other two moved in closer, too.

“Oh my god.” Luc whispered, eyes very wide.

“What's the problem?” Amber asked, looking between the crystal and Luc.

“Oh my god,” he said again, standing up.

“Lucas.”

“That's the letter.”

“Luc?”

“The first letter I wrote! The original? I rewrote it because it didn't make sense, it was too rambly, it was so… so much!”

He started to pace, thinking, biting his already short nails.

“Lucas, it's okay.” This was not going to end well.

“I rewrote it, I am sure I did! It was only one page, I know it was. How could it have- I wouldn't have- Oh, god. He's gonna laugh.” Luc couldn’t keep it in; it was like word vomit. Everything was just coming out again and he was powerless to stop it.

“Now, Luc, please listen,” Amber wanted desperately to soothe Luc’s nerves but she knew it would be futile; nothing she could say would help. Luc’s nightmare scenario came true and there was no bringing this boy back from that reality.

“No, worse! He's gonna tell everyone about it and get the whole town to laugh. He'll leave town and tell his home town friends about his dorky, desperate roommate that was madly in love with him. God, I'm such a joke.”

“Luc…” Amber’s heart was breaking for the poor kid; he was reacting so badly to this turn of events. She could relate. Sometimes screw-ups like this really did feel like the end of the world.

“I can never show my face around him again. Maybe I should leave town.”

“Alright, Luc!” Amber grabbed her panicking house guest by the shoulders, holding him squarely in place, “That’s enough. Lucas, you have to think clearly. You know none of that is true. None of it. Will isn’t like that, he would never,” she sighed and gave him a hug. “You can go lay down in my room, ok? Clear your head.”

So Lucas did just that. In fact, he may have even took a nap - he had been up for almost 20 hours already.

After a little less than two hours, Amber came in to check on him.

“How’re you feeling, dear?”

Luc’s moan was muffled by a pillow.

Amber sighed and sat down on her bed. “You should give him a chance.”

He curled into himself more.

“Really, you should.” She paused, clearly withholding information. “You know you left you phone out in the living room?” She held out his phone so he could clearly read it.

5 missed calls.

3 texts.

Hey where are u

Hello?

Meet me in the garden before 6 pls

Luc sat up in bed and clutched his phone, reading the messages over and over. He looked up at Amber, worry written all over his face.

She put a hand on his shoulder and squeezed it gently. “It's almost six.”

Lucas didn't want to go.

But his feet were taking him downstairs already.

Every fiber in Lucas’s being was telling him this was a bad idea, that this was bound to end poorly.

But he kept going.

He stood in front of the doors that led to the garden for hours, days even, or maybe it was only a few seconds.

Deep breath.

When you count to 10, you'll open this door.

He closed his eyes.

With a hand on the door handle ready to turn, a sudden force pushed to door open seemingly out of nowhere.

“Lucas,” a surprised yet relieved voice said, a voice that Luc never got tired of hearing. The way that voice said his name made almost every fear and anxiety melted away.

“Will,” Luc had to force the words out of his mouth; he felt breathless.

They spoke at the same time.

“I was beginning to worry you weren't gonna-”

“I'm really sorry I didn't come sooner, things just-”

They laughed.

“We can,” Luc gestured,  “go back outside, if you want…”

Will smiled.

Amber laughed, all alone in her bedroom. Lucas had left so fast, it was hard to believe he was moping in here just a few minutes ago. He was worrying so much about what he thought would happen, he couldn’t let himself think about what actually would happen.

Or what did happen to bring them to this point.

Amber sighed.

Ollie.

She stepped out of her room to see the guilty spirit, still looking into the crystal ball.

She cleared her throat and put her hands on her hips, “Well?”

Ollie sunk further into the crystal ball, clearly invested in what they were looking at and not at all trying to avoid the gaze of the angry witch standing above them.

“Ollie, I know you were they one who switched Lucas’s letter.”

“You have no proof!” The ghost sat up defensively.

“Oh, come on, who else could it have been? No one but Lucas had any reason to be in his room, let alone know where those letters were.” Ollie was about to defend themself but Amber didn't let them, “Hold on, hmm… who do I know that can access any room in this building that they so please?”

“Listen, sister. He made it so easy! He didn't even seal the envelope the letter was in! How could I resist?”

“Ollie, we've been over this. You can't meddle in other people's business. It's rude! And contrary to your belief, you don't always know what's best for everyone.”

“Come on,” Ollie gestured to the crystal ball, still focused on Will, who was now talking to Luc in the garden, “look at how well this turned out.”

Amber sighed. Anyone could see that this was exactly what Luc needed - a push out of his comfort zone.

“That might be true, but my point still stands. You really freaked him out. I'm 89% sure he was having a panic attack.”

Ollie knew she was being serious but they couldn't help laughing a little. Luc was really freaked out.

“It's not funny, Ollie. He was really heartbroken.”

“Nothing happened.”

“Ollie.”

Amber’s voice reached a tone Ollie always hated hearing.

“Alright, I get it,” they got up from the couch, “I won't do it again. Jeez.”

“Ollie, please. I know you haven't been alive in a long time, so you may have forgotten what it's like to have feelings, but you have to be more sensitive to how you actions can hurt others.”

“Ouch,” they placed a hand over their chest, “I'm pretty sure you just hurt my feelings.”

Amber sighed a deep sigh. It was going to take a while to get through to this one, she could feel it.

“Hey, look what's going on in the garden!”

“So what I guess I’m trying to say is…” Will looked especially nervous, which was surprising as he had gone through this whole conversation pretty smoothly otherwise, “Marv gave me this extra ticket to, uh, the Valentine's boardwalk fair? Did’ya wanna go with me?”

Lucas’s head was running a mile a minute at that moment. After all, he had just heard that his roommate, and crush, had been harboring the same sort of feelings for him. For almost as long as he did!

Will said he didn't know what to make of those feeling because he had never really given much thought to anything related to romance ever, so he just brushed them aside. But, because of Luc's silly little love letter, Will knew he wasn't alone; that these feeling were real and valid, that he didn’t need to hide them anymore, that they could figure things out together.

And now, they were going out.

On a date.

With each other.  

Before Luc knew what he was doing, before he could stop himself, he tackled Will in the tightest hug. The force of the hug made Will spin with the momentum to avoid toppling over.

It was a warm hug; a good hug, a hug with promise.

It was the beginning of something beautiful.

Will pulled out of the hug and grasped Luc's hand tightly. He pulled Luc forward and started running towards the beach boardwalk.

They were both still very unsure about what hey had just done, but didn’t regret a single thing. Because, as long as they had each other, they knew they were gonna be alright.

[dlrk-gently]

Tag Thing!

Hey! I was tagged by @everything-isconnected​

coke or pepsi: lets be honest is there really a difference but coke

disney or dreamworks: disney!!

coffee or tea: always hot chocolate my friend. always.

books or movies: books! they get to be so much more personal and go into so much more detail and you really get a chance to connect to the characters and just yeah books

windows or mac: Windows!! i get so confused by macs nope

dc or marvel: marvel :)

x-box or playstation: i’ve never played either bc i have no money so PC!

dragon age or mass effect: never played either :(

night owl or early riser: night owl but i hate staying up super late the days that I can get up at 6am and be awake are heaven on earth i LOVE early mornings

cards or chess: CHESS i love playing chess my grandad taught me, but since he passed away i’ve had noone to play with :( but 100% chess YES!

chocolate or vanilla: always chocolate.

vans or converse: converse :)

Lavellan, Trevelyan, Cadash, or Adaar: i told u 5 questions ago I DON’T PLAY THIS STOP

fluff or angst: ANGST rip my children apart and take my soul with u (:

beach or forest: both for different reasons? 

dogs or cats: again both for different reasons! I do love dogs tho...

clear skies or rain: either torrental storm rain (i hate just... drizzly rain), or clear skies and sun :)

cooking or eating out: eating out my cooking is more... experimentation with ugh consequences

spicy food or mild food: slightly spicy, but not super hot (but i am talking white people spicy here so what im really saying is mild with generic flavour)

halloween/samhain or solstice/yule/christmas: BOTH FOR DIFFERENT REASONS AHH but as im getting older possible halloween tho, bc i ruined christmas this year by putting too much pressure on making it perfect :(

would you rather forever be a little too cold or a little too hot: the cold bc theres not much u can do about too hot it just sticks to you...

if you could have a superpower, what would it be: to be invisible, or to be able to change my apperace at will :)

animation or live action: BOTH FOR DIFFERENT REASONS

paragon or renegade: I DON’T PLAY THIS STOP

baths or showers: a bath after a shower, bc baths are the best but not when i feel like im sitting in my own dirt ew

team cap or team ironman: BOTH FOR DIFFERENT REASONS

fantasy or sci-fi: fantasy i think but then star trek... yea overall fantasy

do you have three or four favourite quotes, if so what are they: (1) “if coming out is a magic show and being gay is pulling a rabbit out of a hat then i’d be one of those never-ending handkerchiefs” (2) “My philosophy is that worrying means you suffer twice” (3) “My thoughts are stars I cannot fathom into constellations” (4) “DAI YOUR GAYS HAVE ARRIVED”

youtube or netflix: not a fair comparison bc of the totally different content, but i guess if i had to give up one it’d be youtube :/

harry potter or percy jackson: always harry potter come on

when you feel accomplished: when i do anything bc that’s alway a change lol

star wars or star trek: star trek reboots  

paperback books or hardback books: i read paperbacks, then if I really liked them I get the hardback for my bookshelf :)

horror or rom-com: both

tv shows or movies: tv shows

favorite animal: dogs

favorite genre of music: always musicals

least favorite book: I don’t think i’ve ever read a book i didn’t like, bc i’m usually quick to judge by the first chapter or so, so if i don’t like it I haven’t read enough to remember it...

favourite season: spring/summer, but aesthetically autumn is the best. But i like looking at aesthetic pictures of autumn/winter in the niceness of summer so....

sparkly or shiny!?: Sparkly :)

Cinema or theatre? Theatre!: do u know me at all always theatre (specifically musical theatre)

Salty or savory food?: ewww salt - savoury always

Road trips or airplane flights?: ROADTRIPS!

Gay or European?: this blogger is gay AND european!!!!!! AND NEITHER IS DISGRASE - YOU’VE GOT TO STOP YOUR BEING A COMPLETELY CLOSET CASE IT’S ME NOT HER HES SEEING NO MATTER WHAT HE SAYS I SWEAR HED NEVER EVER EVER SWING THE OTHER WAY U ARE SO GAY YOU BIG PARFAIT YOU FLAMING BOY BAND CABARET -IM STRAIGHT- u were not yesterday.. HES GAY AND EUROPEAN HES GAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

Favourite music instrument?: Piano :)

Favourite flowers?: Sunflowers!

If you had been the opposite sex to your birth sex, what would you have been called?: Luke :)

I tag: Anyone who wants to do it! Put me as your tagger! <3

[dkminwon17-blog]

Week One - Tuesday

{5:19am KST} – Text Message

Seokmin: Good morning beautiful. Ready for another day of work?

Rei: Good morning! It should be around 12pm there right? So, good afternoon to you. But yeah, I'm getting ready as we speak. Just got out of the shower.

Seokmin: Yeah, it's 12:20pm right now. You've gotten good at telling the time difference.

Rei: Well, we have been pen pals for about... 14 years now? But it did take me a while to get used to me being in Korea and you in America.

Seokmin: F O U R T E E N  YEARS?!! Damn that's long! That's longer than I've known anyone else in my life, besides my parents and sister of course.

Rei: Hah, yeah, I know. Hella long time. I can't believe I'm not tired of you yet. XD

Seokmin: I'm going to ignore your snarky comment but mention one thing...

Rei: What is that?

Seokmin: I know that we've known each other for 14 years but must you really tell me things that I shouldn't know?

Rei: What are you talking about?

Seokmin: "Just got out of the shower." I may be your best friend, but I am still a man, so please try not to say stuff like that to me... Thank you!

Rei: Lolol. You? A man?! No way! I thought you made your voice that deep on purpose!

Seokmin: Ha. Ha. Shut up. Never mind that then. It's almost 6am, have you had breakfast yet?

Rei: lolol. No sir. I haven't had breakfast yet, but I've had coffee. I'll get something from the convenience store before heading to the office.

Seokmin: Okay, that sounds good. Get something remotely healthy please. Take care of yourself!

Rei: Yes oppa, I will.

Seokmin: Ew, don't call me that. It's weird.

Rei: hah. What about you oppa? Have you had lunch yet?

Seokmin: Rei stop. I'm only a month older than you.. And yes, I have, made myself pork chop for lunch and dinner.

Rei: Lolol, okay I'll stop. And that's good, but next time make sure to eat a fruit or vegetables with that meal. You need your greens!

Seokmin: Yes ma'am.

Rei: Good.. Okay, it's 6:15 now. I need to go if I'm going to the convenience store before work. Also, Yani won't stop calling me, so I have to go. Good bye! Until later, my Prince.

Seokmin: Alright. Have fun at work my Princess. And I hope you like your gift! Goodnight :)

Rei: Gift?! What gift?

Rei: DK!! D WHAT GIFT?!

Rei: Seokmin, god dammit. What gIFT?!

Seokmin: ;)

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{6:45am KST} – Text Message

Yani: Hoe! I've been trying to call you! Pick your phone up!

Rei: Well good morning to you too (:

Yani: Shut up -_-  I'm not feeling well and won't be coming into work today. I've called it in already.

Rei: Aww. Then I guess I'll be having lunch alone since Paul isn't back from vacation yet.

Yani: "Get better Yani. I'll bring you medicine after work." Aww thanks Rei! You're the best! .-.

Rei: hahhah. I'm at our floor now. I'll call or text you during lunch break. Love you lots, feel better hoe!

Yani: Have fun! :*

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{7:16am KST} – Text Messages

Rei: D! What the fuck? Is this from you? Is this snoopy doll what you were talking about?

Seokmin: I see you're at work. :D

Seokmin: Do you like it?

Rei: Yes.. but I thought we were done sending each other gifts after junior year of college. :/

Seokmin: Speak for yourself. YOU were done but I was still sending you declarations of my love, which by the way, you never got back to me about... DX

Rei: Shut up. All those were, were paper hearts stuffed in a box. I never understood why you sent those...

Seokmin: That was my way of expressing how "you have my heart." ;)

Rei: lolol staahhhppp

Seokmin: Am I making you blush Rei? ;)

Rei: ....... Nooo..

Seokmin: I think I did. Mission accomplished. I feel good!

Rei: Hah. Whatever, I need to get to work. Byeeeee.

Seokmin: Goodbye my Princess. Have fun!

Rei: :P

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{12:07pm KST} – Text Message

Rei: IT'S LUNCH TIME!

Yani: I know. I live in Korea too smart ass.

Rei: Yani. I will never understand why you're so mean to me. I am an angel to you!  )X

Yani: Oh shut up. What are you having for lunch?

Rei: Packed myself a Hawaiian delicacy.. ^^

Yani: Oooooh, what is it?

Rei: Spam Musubis. I made extra last night because I thought you'd be at work, but apparently not. Sooooo, more for me.

Yani: ugh. You bitch, I want some! Save me at least two please? And bring it to me after your shift is over?

Yani: I'll love you forever. ^__^

Rei: Lolol, I suppose I could do that..

Yani: Good, I will be holding you to your word.

Rei: Yani.. Has there ever been a man with purple/pinkish hair working on our floor before?

Yani: Not that I can think of.. why?

Rei: Nothing.. It's just that, there are two men seated a couple of seats away from me..

Rei: One has his back to me, he has black hair and is wearing a cap right now.. Odd coz that's against dress code. But the other.. The other has pink hair and wearing a regular hoodie.. Isn't that against dress code too?

Yani: When I think of it, yeah.. Maybe they're big bosses?

Rei: I think they are, people have been bowing to them as they pass.

Yani: That answers your question then.

Rei: Yeah. But it's just weird coz you'd think big bosses wear professional outfits like blazers and shit like that.. Like how we're supposed to dress. But neither of them are.

Yani: Maybe they had a – rough night.. ;)

Rei: Oh my god, shut up XD. I just finished eating lunch.

Yani: Oh please, you can be worst than me sometimes.

Rei: Very true.

Rei: OH SHIT! I JUST SHARED EYE CONTACT WITH PINK HAIRED BIG BOSS! WHAT DO I DO?!

Yani: Bow stupid!

Rei: Okay okay. I did it.. He nodded and smiled. *sigh* I panicked..

Yani: I could tell, you texted me first before doing anything.

Rei: I know.. I think he's talking about me with the other guy. 0_0

Rei: Shit.. They're laughing.. I'm so embarrassed. I'm gonna leave now. I'll call you when I'm outside your house.

Yani: Hahahah! Okay okay. Have fun at work hoe. Don't be the laughing stock of our floor. I can't be best friends with the floor's "foreign new weirdo". XP

Rei: Ha. Ha. Very funny. Okay, I'm leaving now.. Bye!

Yani: Don't forget my spam musubi! Byeeee

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{5:32pm KST} – Text Message

Rei: HOME SWEET HOME!!!

Seokmin: Home at last then?

Rei: Yessss, feels so good to lie down.

Seokmin: Haha. That's good.

Rei: It's midnight there right? Are you sleepy? Should I say goodnight?

Seokmin: Yeah it's midnight, but no I'm okay. You know how I can't sleep without hearing your voice. ^^

Rei: Did you want me to call you then?

Seokmin: I would love that, yes.

Rei: Alright.

{5:39pm KST} – Phone Call

Rei: Wow, one ring. I'm intrigued at how eager you are to talk to me.

[Seokmin chuckles tiredly]

Seokmin: Hah, shut up.

Rei: You sure you don't want to go to bed? You sound sleepy..

[He yawns]

Seokmin: No. I wanna talk for a bit, then I'll go to bed, I swear.

Rei: Okay, whatever you say boss.

Seokmin: So.. How was work? Did you like my gift to you?

Rei: Oh right! I almost forgot about it. Thank you for reminding me.

[Rei pulls out a box and opens it up to find a stuffed snoopy doll and a note]

Rei: "Confide in me with anything. I will listen, even if I cannot reply. I am here." Aww, thanks D. I love your hand writing by the way.

Seokmin: Thanks. And you're very welcome. Anything for my Princess.

[Rei blushes and bites her lip, butterflies in her stomach going crazy]

Rei: Shut up. Stop calling me that.

Seokmin: Why? You call me your Prince, so I think it's fair that I call you my Princess.

Rei: Okay... whatever.

[She squeezes Snoopy's stomach]

Rei: He has a battery inside of him?

Seokmin: Yeah, squeeze his nose.

[Rei squeezes Snoopy's nose]

Snoopy: Let me comfort you.

Rei: Aw. He's adorable, I love him. Thank you Seokmin.

[Seokmin smiles, happy]  

Seokmin: You're welcome Princess. So even when you can't get a hold of me, you'll have Snoopy. He'll always listen to your problems or anything in that matter.

Rei: hah, I don't think he'll have a choice. But thank you again.

[There's a pause from her side of the line]

Rei: D..

Seokmin: Mmm?

Rei: I just... I think it's weird that we've never seen each other's faces since middle school.. I mean, I've sent you photos of me, but you never sent any back. Why not?

Seokmin: I want to wait till we see each other face to face. I know that's weird but do bear with me? Please?

Rei: But what if it never happens? I'll never know what you look like after puberty. What if you're a major babe, and look so good that I can't keep my hands off you when we meet!

[Seokmin laughs heartedly, his heart fluttering in his chest]  

Seokmin: Rei! Are you confessing your love for me?!

Rei: Oh shut up. That was meant to be somewhat serious.

[Rei can't seem to contain her smile as she squeezes snoopy]

Seokmin: Well, I'm not going to tell you if I'm a "major babe" or not. One, I'll sound like a total narcissist if I told you how good looking I am.

[Seokmin chuckles at his own words]

Seokmin: And two, we will meet. Don't doubt it. Just believe in it, and it'll happen one day.

Rei: But what if I've met you already and didn't even know it was you. I only know your voice now.. Your image from the 6th grade was drowned in all our old emails to one another.

Seokmin: Rei, just trust me okay? I'm sorry but it will happen. Have faith in your Prince.. Please?

[Rei sighs, feeling slightly defeated]  

Rei:  I'm not one to let a Prince save "his Princess", you know.

Seokmin: I know.

[He laughs lightly, finding her completely amusing]

Seokmin: Geez, can't you let me be romantic just once?

[Rei blushes]  

Rei: Maybe one day.. But I want it in person. Not your voiced lies. You can't see me, but I'm sticking my tongue out at you right now.

Seokmin: Hah. Alright. One day. When we finally meet, I'll sweep you off your feet. I guarantee it.

Rei: I guess I'll just have to wait for that day then.

Seokmin: Yes, please wait. Please wait for me Rei. I meant it when I said I have feelings for you, so please wait...

[Rei chuckles softly, hiding the sound of glee in her voice at his words]  

Rei: I think you're exhausted. Go to bed now D. I'll talk to you in the morning. Bye.

[Seokmin sighs, slightly upset]  

Seokmin: Alright. I'll talk to you in the morning. Good night beautiful.

Rei: Goodnight my Prince. Sleep well.

~ end call ~

~ * ~ * ~

{7:50pm} – Self Convo

Rei: Okay.. So, he said to share my emotions with snoopy.. I wonder if there's a recorder or something..

[shuffles with snoopy, over looking him thoroughly]

Rei: I don't see one...

[sighs and brings snoopy on top of knees]

Rei: This is so weird.. But okay. Day one, I suppose

[clears throat]

Rei: Snoopy... I think..

[takes a deep breath and smiles, biting her lip]

Rei: I'm in love with Seokmin.. What do I do..

[exhales sharply before wrapping snoopy in her arms, a warm smile on her face]

[changji]

KDJFJK I LAUGHED THE ENTIRE TIME I READ THIS (pls don’t sue me I don’t have the funds. You’ll get like 0.05 cents since we don’t have pennies anymore 😔) I feel like your schedule is more confusing 6-7 classes a day?? I’d literally kashoot myself. Ohmygod when u asked me about my day I was Panicking bc I didn’t know how to make both of them different LOLOL. I typed differently bc I was like “no one uses caps anymore I need to conceal my identity to its maximum capacity”

I might be a legend but u are Legendary. Hw is literally the bane of my existence I never get to it until either 12am or 6am there’s no in between. Normally I just give up bc a) idk what this is & b) I have better things to do (no I don’t but-). The sun is always so bright whenever I go outside I have to squint which makes my eyes Nonexistent. Cheesy is my middle name bby ;) (EW THAT WAS DISGUSTING HHH)

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canada,, doesn’t have pennies? why?? it’s honestly the worst like. our classes are 56 minutes long and that’s an ugly number so i’m like?? but being in a class everyday for 75 minutes would make me wanna die bro idk how u do that um. I LOVE SAYING KASHOOT LOL MY FRIENDS HATE ME LIKE SORRY U DONT HAVE TASTE but i basically complained abt my day to u twice o mg shakkask miss ada our here leading a Double Life 😎

okay go off ig in reality i suck but i’ve been trying to stop procrastinating bc my hw takes way too long? i’m also kind of incompetent so i sit there for a few hours and maybe cry but. it’s okay we got this 😤 i’ve been told that i have big eyes for a filipino but they’re actually kinda small but when i laugh or squint or smile ppl say they can’t see my eyes like okay? what do u want me to do abt it u nasty bug eyed bitch ALSO STOP UR GROSS 🤮🤮 MY FORM OF CHEESY AND FLIRTING IS CALLED HATE

[talhaghafoor2019-blog]

Woman 'groped' at music festival vows to go topless again

The 'glitter boobs' woman who was filmed attacking a man who groped her at a music festival vows to go topless again.

Madeline Anello-Kitzmiller, 20, was wearing a sprinkling of glitter covering her exposed breasts and a tiny skirt when she was groped by a fellow reveller at the Rhythm & Vines festival in Gisborne, New Zealand.

Ms Annello-Kitzmiller shared a video to Facebook on Wednesday explaining that she wanted to normalise the naked body. 

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Madeline Anello-Kitzmiller, 20, (pictured right with her friend Katie Ashworth) was wearing a sprinkling of glitter on her breasts and a tiny skirt

Ms Anello-Kitzmiller(pictured) said in a video on Wednesday that she would go topless again despite being groped by a man at a festival in New Zealand

'My lack of clothing is not the problem, the problem is people thinking they have the right to touch my body without consent,' she said. 

'My breasts are not sex toys, they are not an invitation.'

The American-born woman was filmed walking next to her friend Kiri-Ann Hatfield when a man crept behind her and groped her breast - which led to the pair marching up behind him and launching their own counter attack. 

The astonishing clip, taken by Giann Reece, shows the pair turn in unison and follow the man back to his perch on the grass before throwing a drink in his face and punching him repeatedly. 

The shocking moment a topless woman and her friend attack a...Pink flamingos, NIPPLE tape and LOTS of glitter: Revellers...

'The problem is not the clothing, stop victim blaming,' the 20-year-old told the camera. 

Ms Annello-Kitzmiller said in the six-minute video despite the incident with the man she had the 'best time of [her] life'.

'I personally love getting naked,' she said. 

'The glitter t**s will be coming back.' 

The American-born woman, pictured right with boyfriend Max Ashworth, was filmed walking next to her friend Kiri-Ann Hatfield when a man crept behind her and groped her breast

Footage of Ms Annello-Kitzmiller's (left) revenge assault went viral and she has since defended her controversial glittery outfit and the ensuing attack

Footage of Ms Annello-Kitzmiller's revenge attack went viral and she has since defended both her controversial revealing outfit and her reprisal attack. 

'I stand by my actions and hope that I've inspired women to feel comfortable in their bodies, no matter how they look, and to stick up for themselves when anybody says otherwise or tries to deny you the right to protect your own body,' she told Daily Mail Australia.

'He grabbed my breast. I hit him. There was a lot of built up anger coming from harassment throughout the day. This happens everywhere, not just New Zealand.' 

Rhythm and Vines event manager Dan Turner told New Zealand Herald they were 'incredibly disappointed' by the 'harrassment'.

'We are incredibly aware of the issues that arise at music events, particularly in large crowds,' he said. 

'We want our customers to enjoy themselves in a safe environment and be able to express themselves in a way that is in keeping with other international European festivals.' 

The Auckland-based woman said she and her boyfriend's sister Katie Ashworth had their chests painted at a stall and were disgusted that people thought their outfits were an invitation for abuse.

She was walking next to her friend Kiri-Ann Hatfield (pictured) when a man crept behind her and groped her breast

Revellers at the Rhythm and Vines festival in Gisborne, on New Zealand's North Island, watched on as a male attendee (pictured left and right in blue) crept behind and groped a woman (left and right) wearing only glitter on her breasts

Even while wearing a sheer t-shirt the previous day she said she was abused by both male and even female festival attendees.

Despite the groping incident, Ms Annello-Kitzmiller did not cover up her breasts and continued to enjoy the New Year's Eve event until 6am on January 1. 

'In the end, we are all born naked, and each human is uniquely similar to the next in that we all have a naked body. You don't look at yourself in the shower and say 'ew, disgusting' right?' she said. 

'So why should anybody say that to anybody else? A humans body is their own, and nobody has a right to touch you without your consent, regardless of what they're wearing or the lack thereof.'

Footage of the incident was shared online and has since garnered thousands of views and a divided opinion on who was in the wrong (Pictured is a shot of the music festival)

The incident was filmed at New Year's Eve music festival Rhythm & Vines (revellers at the festival pictured)

Comments like 'she way asking for it' are promoting rape culture in that people see that and hear justification and violating a humans respect and right to feel safe in their own skin.'

Ms Annelle-Kitzmiller also said she has been groped in the past even without wearing a skin-baring outfit.  

'Regardless, a couple months ago I was groped in the same way while I was fully clothed so the argument is a moot point anyway.'

The woman's boyfriend Max Ashworth defended her decision to slap her attacker - telling commenters on Facebook he was 'proud' of his partner.

'What the f*** happened to treating people with love and respect? I'm so disappointed that people are still so ignorant here,' he said. 

The iconic New Year's Eve Rhythm and Vines festival saw some 20,000 people descend on Waiohika Estate for the three-day event (Pictured are attendees)

'Madeline you are a bad ass and I'm so proud of you for sticking up for yourself, you are an inspiration to so many people, keep doing what you do.

'P.S she didn't let that ruin our night we literally danced til sunrise and had the best night ever despite everything.'

The now-deleted footage was was shared online and garnered thousands of views and a divided opinion on Ms Annello-Kitzmiller's outfit. 

'Well that's what she gets when she wears something like that,' one man wrote.

'Well... when you are walking around naked you're kinda throwing out a kinda vibe to sort of expect that,' another man said.

The vast majority of support for the topless women came from female commenters.

'Don't get how this is any different to groping a girl in a bikini at the beach- still wrong,' one woman said. 

'Good on her! No one has the right to touch you without consent! Naked or not! Learn some manners.'  

The iconic New Year's Eve Rhythm and Vines festival saw some 20,000 people descend on Waiohika Estate for the three-day event.

Even New Zealand Prime Minister Jacinda Ardern made an appearance at the sold-out camping festival. 

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