#THEY SHARED A ROOM and i said NOTHING brooo

[vaguelyhauntedcornfield]

You ever so ace/maybe aroace that you forget to have your dnd character flirt with his crush for almost an entire session

[marengogo]

Well Well Well … - 3 : It’s Been 1 Month BRO!

Lavender Haze - by Taylor Swift  [Midnights ]

[Music is a very big part of my life and I’m MOSTLY INCAPABLE of writing without music, so I just thought I'd share what I am listening to while writing this]

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Now, this is gonna be about Jikook with regards to the past 31 days, I promise, but I needed to start with saying that: I just got home from spending the weekend out with a Friend-who-is-like-Family and the second I stepped into my room I began to cry because I realised I wished we had another day in the weekend. They are like a parent to me as they are much older, so their parental instinct always kicks in, as my actual family is in another country also their S/O, my second parent if you will, has been on a business trip, so as the good “daughter” that I am I went to keep them company for the weekend, but in the end, I ended up being the one being spoiled: AS ALWAYS.  

They cooked so much and constantly (parents seem to think that food IS WHERE IS AT: and they are right 😂😂😂), we watched the whole of Young Royals in 2 days (I rewatched season 1 with them, because even though I am a movie/TV snob I love doing things with the ones I love a trillion times if needed, particularly with series that I like), even watched “RUN BTS Dance Practice together” and mind you, I slept on their couch and not only they have one of the best couches on this planet, but I had the best sleep I had in maybe a month.

After the beginning of a shitty ass November (So far, November has been so ass that where usually I’m the person to whom my close friends come to for comfort, I’ve been consistently like “Please don’t come to me, cause I got nothing!”) And mind you I just thought of toughing it up, but Friday I just was like “Fuck it all, fuck, like FFS!”. Which is why the second I got back into my room y’all, I just felt so happy, so lucky, so loved all at once, that tears just wouldn’t stop UNTIL I made the mistake of checkinf my twitter TL. Bro, Bro, Bro?! The usual-different shit that was taking place had my tears cease and got me realising that today is exactly one day since that Brotherly Birthday Thirst Trap and  BRO since that day, up to today, a lot has happened …

JM and JK became officially blood brothers after JK’s birthday wishes to JM (October 13, 2022)

Tae and JK went on a long date in Busan - Part 1: Stadium aka “Nobody but I Saw Them” (October 13, 2022)

Tae and JK went on a long date in Busan - Part 2: Beach aka “Of, Shoes, Footprints and Sand” (October 15, 2022)

JK went to Qatar and Tae hid in his luggage, in order to be with him in Qatar, cause Tae said, and I quote “Flight tickets be tripping lately“ (October 24, 2022)

Following an interview with HYBE’s CEO Park Jiwon, some ARMY make it yet again very clear that they have no understanding what-so-ever of words such as “Yet To Come” and “Please Trust Us” and/or “We Want to be Your Forever Artist”. How to blame them though: They are very complex words with MILLIONS of meanings. (November 3, 2022)

On Capulet News: We received updates with regards to Atomixgate and brooo … (November 8, 2022)

On Montague News: A couple that looks like the officially blood brothers are shown kissing and brooo … (November 12, 2022) and you know as we’ve been getting not a single peep from current  jikook it has gotten  the Usual Insecure Suspect Montague act the fool.

JK is announced to be Public Enemy #1 as he joins forces with Qatar (November 12, 2022)

Tae had a WLIVE where he sleepily renewed his marital vows to JK over the phone (November 13, 2022)

Hence, JM and JK, once again, are reconfirmed officially blood brothers who however do excellent fanservice, such as the following

I’m pretty sure I missed a few but you need to understand, it’s always a lot happening Bro, like fam for real, a lot to keep up with Bro, so yeah, y’all need to be patient with me. I will say 1 thing though: Regardless of all the loud chirping on that bird app Jimin has been Wliving with ARMY whenever he can, JK has been Prioritising ARMY whenever he can, Tae has been replying ARMY comments on WLIVE whenever he can. I mean, understand, in the mere span of a month, one single ass month, the drama, rumors, tragicomedy that has been following and surrounding VMINKOOK has been extraordinary, like some Hollywood movie screenwriting EXTRA+ORDINARY. A single ass month that has been repeating itself in drama-levels for the past 5 years at least. Yet Jimin keeps working. Yet Jungkook keeps working. Yet Taehyung keeps working.   

So weather 99% of Capulets prefer to live in their no-real -facts-manufactured Verona, or whether some insecure Montegues take jikook’s lack of presence as a reason to doubt even their most basic bonds, or whether I’m right or wrong about JK and JM possibly being in a relationship, it REALLY don’t matter cause it guess what? It would appear like VMINKOOK will VMINKOOKing in fact BTS will keep BTSing. So yeah, just keep informed, triple-check your sources always and keep it moving cause trolls gotta troll, but rest assured, though Karma is one stunning lady, when needed, she will always be the baddest bitch.

🎵Run Beautiful🎶Everyone! Always respectful yours 💜🫰🏾, 

Marengo.

PS - So much for working on my new Masterlist Series … let me go eat and see what to do from there, I guess I can at least open them 😂😂😂.

[ghostly-cabbage]

Frigid (Chapter 1)

Danny Phantom fanfic

Genre: Horror, Angst, Enemies to Friends

Fic Rating: M (Language, Underage Drug Use, Violence and Gore)

Summary: Wes and his brother Kyle have just moved to Amity Park. Wes is only worried about fitting in, but all the ghost nonsense is making that harder and harder. Something weird is going on in this place, and his chemistry lab partner is no different. Seriously, what the hell was up with the Fenton kid and why did everyone ignore it?

Danny is a junior in high school, and pressure is squeezing in on all sides. Keeping good enough grades to graduate, and dealing with the snoopy new kid wasn't bad enough, but he's starting to feel like his parents are getting closer to figuring out his secret. Jazz is off at college and he didn't realize just how helpful it was when she was home to cover for him.

Danny's been able to keep his secret at school for one reason, and that's that no one cares to watch him close enough to connect the dots. Wes is different.

AO3   FFN

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"The air is different here," Wes said, looking up at the swath of stars across the sky. Kyle exhaled a plume of smoke that clouded the view. 

"Shit. Don't get all poetic on me now." Kyle coughed his way into a laugh and Wes kicked his shin just hard enough to hurt. 

"Ow!" 

"Shut up dude, I mean it's colder here. More humid or something too." 

"Yeah, definitely nothing like home." Kyle swung his legs back and forth off the brow of the roof. "How was your first day of school btdubs?" He offered Wes the joint pinched between his fingers. Wes waved him off. 

"Thrilling, nothin' like being the new kid," he said.  

Kyle shrugged and took another hit.

“‘S not so bad, my day was chill,” he croaked out while trying to keep his breath held in. 

Wes scrunched his nose at the smell. “Jesus dude, that stuff smells worse than normal.” 

“Yeah—” he puffed out the cloud of smoke “—the shit here isn’t as good. Missin’ that green triangle right about now.” Kyle let out a wistful sigh. Wes almost wanted to ask how he’d found a dealer already, but it was Kyle. He always found someone. It was like his supernatural ability to sniff out someone who’d sell to minors.

 “Anyway, basketball tryouts are at the end of the week, right? Cheer up my man, you’ll get mad chicks once you make the team.” Wes shot him a glare. Getting chicks was the last thing on his mind. He was more preoccupied with the fact their dad uprooted their entire lives to move to fucking Illinois. Illinois!

“Whatever dude.” There was a brief silence, before Kyle bumped his shoulder into him. He took another deep drag off his joint, the static burn filling the air like white noise. The stars continued to glimmer coldly in the sky, and it sent a pang of homesickness through him. It was bullshit. 

“Any classes you like?” 

“Psh. Hardly… Well. There’s a photography class—” 

“Didn’t you mention something about chem at lunch?” 

“Oh. That.” Wes started to get angry just thinking about it. “Yeah. Chemistry two. Apparently we have to have a lab partner for the whole semester. Which wouldn't be a big deal but I got stuck paired with a dude that’s ‘banned for life’ from using the chem equipment.” He used his fingers for the air quotes. “So I’m probably gonna have to do everything.”

Kyle took a breath like he was about to say something, but Wes pressed on. “What the hell do you even have to do to get banned for life from using the chemistry stuff?” 

“Dude! Maybe your partner got busted for making drugs! That Breaking Bad kinda shit! That’d get him banned fer sure fer sure.” His words slurred around the edges.

Wes almost laughed. “You’re high Kyle. If you saw him you’d understand. This guy isn’t a drug lord, trust me, he’s a twig. No way he’d be involved in anything dangerous. If that guy does anything more exciting than video games I’d eat your hat.” 

Kyle gasped. “Brooo!” 

“What?”

“Somthin’ to eat sounds wicked. Wanna swing by that... Nasty place, what’zit called? We saw it on the way in.” 

Wes rolled his eyes and heaved a sigh. 

“Nasty Burger?”

“Nasty Burger!”

“As a majority of you are aware, it’s a new school year, which means as per new school district regulation it’s time to report to the gym for the annual ghost safety course, and later today at an unspecified time there will be a ghost drill.” Mr. Lancer droned at the front of the class. The other students around Wes all groaned like they’d been assigned a pop quiz, rather than that being the most batshit crazy thing they’d ever heard. Uh, what the hell? He raised his hand. 

“Yes, Mr. Weston.” 

“Did... you just say ghost safety course?” Kids around him chuckled and shared knowing looks. It was like he was on the other side of an inside joke.   

“Regrettably so, Mr. Weston. Everyone single file to the gym please. Leave your bags here, you’ll be back before the third period,” Lancer said as he gestured to the door. Wes stayed sitting for a few seconds longer than the class, trying to make sense of what he’d just heard. Ghosts? Like actual ghosts? 

“Hey, Fenturd, can’t wait to see how your parents fuck it up this year!” Wes turned towards the back of the classroom to see a tall broad shouldered guy, Dash if he remembered right, shoving past Danny Fenton, AKA his chem lab partner. Danny lurched to the side, stumbling into a desk. There were two other kids that Wes hadn’t seen before standing behind Danny, a goth girl and a dweeby kid in a beret.

“Bro, I still have the picture on my phone from when they couldn’t get Mr. Fenton out of that ghost netting,” said an equally massive asian guy. The small knot of kids around them all laughed and filed past Danny and his presumed friends. Danny was glaring daggers at the back of Dash’s head. 

So… Danny’s parents were the guest speakers, and they were giving a talk on... ghost safety… Seriously, did anything here make sense? Wes followed after the crowd, trying to wrap his head around it. The odd trio started following a few paces back.

“Great. Just what I need to kick off the year again,” Wes heard Danny grumble. 

“Oh come on Danny, It wasn’t that bad,” the goth girl said. 

“Nah, it was pretty bad.” 

“Tucker!” 

“What?!”  

Wes tried to continue listening to their conversation but the person in front of him turned around to look at him. 

“You’re the new kid right?” She asked. She had long blonde hair and perfect makeup. 

“Uh, yeah. Wes.” 

“I hear you’re trying out for the basketball team, right?” A few of the popular kids walking in front of her glanced over their shoulders to look at Wes.

“Y-yeah. I was point guard on my last team back home.” 

“I don’t know what that means.” She tossed a lock of hair behind her shoulder. Her eyes were burning into him like she was personally judging where he fit into the social caste system of the school.  “But good luck. I’m Star, by the way. My boyfriend’s on the football team so don’t get any ideas.”  

“Oh please Star, you’re like, totally out of his league, basketball team or not,” a new voice cut in from just in front of Star. Another girl with dark wavy hair turned to look at him. She had dark olive skin, almond eyes and thick eyelashes. “I’m Paulina, but I’m sure you’ve heard all about me already. People are kind of obsessed with me, they can’t help it.” She said it with a smile and a cute giggle to punctuate her sentences. He’d seen her in homeroom yesterday, and he knew right off the bat she was top of the hierarchy, her and Dash both seemed to have a pretty solid hold on their popularity. If he was going to survive here he needed to make sure they liked him, or at the very least had nothing bad to say about him. 

“I can see why, it’s nice to meet you,” he said. The two girls shared a look, shrugged and turned their attention away from him. 

He let go of the breath he’d been holding, feeling like he’d just passed some sort of test.  He’d never exactly been a popular kid. In elementary school he was small and easy to pick on. Unless Kyle was around, who had a nonchalant courage about him, even as a kid. It’d taken a lot of work for Wes to figure out how to fit in just under the radar of the big fish. 

He stepped into the bustling gym along with the rest of the Junior homeroom class. The bleachers were pulled out, and the class dispersed to find their place to sit. Wes bobbed his head over the shoulders of other students looking for Kyle. It took some work but eventually his eyes landed on his brother. He was lounging, taking up two seats worth of space on the far left side of the bleachers. He made a beeline for him, and took the stairs two at a time. The clamor of the student body filled the room, and when he sat down he had to speak over it. 

“Dude, can you believe this? A ghost assembly?” His brother had never been the most believing of the supernatural. But this place, openly acknowledging the presence of ghosts? He’d like to see Kyle try and refuse to believe now. 

“Yeah man! This school must really love Halloween.” 

And there it was. 

“Kyle. It’s September.” 

“And? Bro they got the Halloween decorations up at wally-world already, why not have a fun Halloween thing?” Wes frowned, and clicked his tongue. He propped his chin against his hand and watched as the school started to settle. His eyes wandered the rows until he found the goth girl. Danny and the kid she’d called Tucker were with her. They were sitting in the section over a row down. Danny had his hands stuffed into the pockets of his black NASA hoodie, and a pinched look on his face. He couldn’t exactly say he blamed the kid, the thought of his own dad showing up to give a presentation made him shiver in horror. 

They’d set up a stage in the center of the gym. Principal Ishiyama stepped up to the podium, and tapped the mic. 

“Hello students of Casper High! For incoming freshmen, allow me to officially extend a warm welcome, and to all returning students, welcome back!” She was way too chipper for the time of morning. “As many of you know we have to review some safety precautions. Now, this may not be new information but I expect you all to pay attention and be respectful regardless. With that, allow me to introduce local ghost experts: Jack and Maddie Fenton.” Ishiyama moved back, clapping for the guests. The crowd gave mixed reactions. Most people looked like they were only applauding out of awkwardness. Wes was definitely included in that category. 

A man and woman with brightly colored… jumpsuits? Hazmat suits? Whatever they were, came forward. The man was intimidating from the pure size of him alone. Jesus christ, he looked like a NFL linebacker. Next to him, was a slight and fit woman. She spoke first, standing at the podium. 

“Good morning everyone! My husband and I are honored to be welcomed back to run through the safety course with you kids!” Mrs. Fenton was peppy and direct with the way she spoke and the way she moved. “As of last year the manual ghost alarms were installed around the school.” Maddie motioned to the projector screen behind her that had been lowered from the ceiling. “As you can see here.” The picture on the projector showed huge red buttons ringed by yellow and black caution trim. Wes had seen them around before, but he’d figured they were for... tornados or something, they had those here right?

“If you see a ghost you are encouraged to press this button so that the school can evacuate and the correct professionals may be notified.” 

“By that she means us!” Mr. Fenton shouted, popping up in front of the projector. She moved on as if the interruption hadn’t even happened. 

“Whatever you do, do not engage with a ghost. Ghosts are highly dangerous. Even a low level ecto-entity can be a threat to your life and well-being!” Her voice was grave, and practically oozed with conviction. Wes looked over at Kyle, gesturing towards the stage, incredulous. 

“Really? Nothing to say about this?”

“What can I say, they’re pretty dedicated. Dude, Wes, it might be an ARPG, like remember the Halo 2 ‘I love bees' thing?”

“I hate you. This isn’t even anything close to—” 

“Shh!” Someone who sounded like a teacher hissed at them. He turned his attention back to the presentation, annoyed. 

“Now, let’s go over what to do if you think you’ve been possessed or otherwise overshadowed by a ghost! First thing to look for are gaps in memory or consciousness. Changes in mood or violent tendencies can also occur. Keep an eye on your friends and loved ones. Remember that no one is immune to being overshadowed by a ghost, unless you purchase a Fenton Specter Deflector available on our website!” Almost out of nowhere, the woman pulled out what looked like a metal belt. There was silence in response, and she cleared her throat. 

“If you or someone you know has been or is currently possessed please seek help immediately, go to your teachers or parents.” Wes watched as she moved on to the next subject, talking with the fervor and simplicity of an expert. Screw whatever Kyle said, this wasn’t just for shits and giggles or some halloween event. Something was different here. The other students, despite seeming bored, looked like they fully believed her. Maybe people here would actually believe him about what happened when he was a kid. 

The hazy memories crept along his skin, making the hair on his arms stand on end. His dad told him he had an active imagination. He knew it wasn’t that.

“Finally, let’s go over what to do if a ghost fight breaks out!” 

“A ghost fight?” he echoed, brows furrowing. 

“As we’ve said, do not engage or interact with ghosts for any reason—”

“Hey, what about Phantom?” Someone from the crowd shouted. A murmur of agreement rippled through the students. 

“Who’s Phantom?” He wondered out loud, and a guy sitting in front of him turned to give him an affronted look. 

“We strongly discourage interacting with Phantom especially! When it comes to ghosts, it’s simple. There are no good ghosts! Ghosts are ectoplasmic post-human impressions driven only by their obsession! They are not human and don’t care about the havoc they wreak.”  

The crowd murmured again, the disapproval evident. A few kids shouted unintelligible things, but they sounded defensive. Wes didn’t get it, the Fenton lady seemed to know her shit, why argue? 

“Quiet! Quiet please!” Ishiyama called over the voices. Eventually the students settled, and the Fentons wrapped up their presentation. Everyone seemed disappointed that nothing embarrassing happened, until Mr. Fenton underestimated the height of the stage, and face planted onto the gym floor. The students broke into an uproar of laughter, and Ishiyama rushed to the mic to dismiss everyone back to homeroom. Wes couldn’t hold back a laugh, and glanced over to see Danny hunching up his shoulders. If Wes had to describe someone that looked like they wanted to disappear, it would be Danny in that moment. 

The walk back to the classroom was uneventful, though he was pretty sure he heard Mrs. Fenton repeatedly calling out ���Danny sweetie!” Wes was really glad he wasn’t that poor bastard, talk about humiliating. He tried to ignore the pang that twisted inside his stomach. Still, it must be nice to have a mom around. 

Fifth period started in four minutes, and Wes was stuck fiddling with the lock on his locker. The damn thing looked like it’d been fished off the titanic. The wheel made an awful squealing noise when he twisted it, and even when the lock popped, he had to yank on it to get it to unlatch all the way. He put in his combo for the third time and pulled. It came undone and if it weren’t for holes on the handle he’d have gone stumbling backwards. He opened the locker and was just about to grab his History textbook, when an ear splitting alarm blasted from the overhead speakers. He jumped and spun around, hands coming up to cover his ears. 

It wasn’t like a fire alarm, instead of the shrill school bell ringing, it was a long whooping siren that echoed up and down the halls like a nuclear strike was incoming. Wes had to hand it to them, it sounded creepy as fuck. The emergency lights flashed in the hallways, and the kids around him started to make for the exits.  

“Your attention please,” an automated female voice came over the speaker, offering  a brief respite from the siren. “A ghost has been sighted in the building. Please evacuate or get to safety as soon as possible.” Holy shit, was this really happening? The siren began its wailing again. His heart thundered in his chest, and he looked both ways up and down the hall. He didn’t see anything, except for Lancer standing at the end of the hall, directing students to an emergency exit. Wes remembered then that Lancer had said something about a “ghost drill”. Of course that’s what this was. Just a drill. Wes let out a shaky breath, and went to close up his locker before he headed out. 

Which in retrospect wasn’t the greatest idea. In less than a second, something changed. The hall felt darker, and the air grew cold. Not cold like someone left the window open, cold like he’d just walked into a meat freezer. It prickled against his skin, and he felt a deep sense of dread sink to the bottom of his stomach. 

“Little lamb…” Murmured a soft voice. It echoed up the hall, and Wes forced himself to turn and look. He shouldn’t have, he really shouldn’t have. It was the shape of a woman, but she was floating a foot off the ground. She had stringy hair, and bangs that partially covered her empty eyes. In her hand looked like a shepherd's crook. Wes slammed his back against his locker, his knees locking up. He felt his hands start to tremble. Not again, he didn’t want the nightmares again.

The hall was empty, the last few terrified kids were gone. 

“Little lamb... separated from the herd… Don’t you know there’s predators?” Her voice echoed unnaturally, it’s clarity sending chills across his skin. She was hardly speaking above a whisper, but it was rough and cracked, like something had happened to her voice. But the thing that was worse was even at barely a whisper, he could somehow hear her over the sirens. Like she was right next to him breathing the words into his ears. 

The alarm cut out and the automated message looped. The woman—ghost lifted her crook to point at him. “Little lambs have to come back home,” she said. The sound of panting and low growling filled the hall. A green shape, low and lean flew out from behind her. It closed the gap between them in three strides flat. It’s eyes glowed red, and white teeth slavered toxic green. Wes’ voice stuck in his throat and he couldn’t scream, he squeezed his eyes shut and hoped he’d wake up.

Wes felt the air stir in front of him, and he heard a meaty crunch followed by a deafening caterwaul. His eyes flashed open to see the mountain lion-like creature picking itself up off the ground on the other side of the hall. And directly in front of him, it was another human shape, another ghost. They had white hair and a black jumpsuit on. 

“Bad kitty! What, did someone forget the catnip?” It was a guy’s voice that echoed around the hall. The shape cast a glance over his shoulder at Wes. He gulped down a breath, it was a boy about his age. His eyes glowed the same neon toxic green that painted the hall in its supernatural light. He looked like he was about to say something, when the big cat hurled itself at his flank. Its massive front paws slammed into his midsection and they disappeared into the wall. 

The shepherd moved towards him, and Wes felt like he was going to pass out or throw up. Maybe both, both sounded okay. She was focused entirely on him as she drifted over the floor. She was four feet away, and the expression etched onto her dead face made his stomach twist. This was worse, this was way worse than even the nightmares. Her empty eyes leaked tears. 

“It’s dangerous. There’s predators.” She lifted a hand like she was trying to reach for him. A blast of green light suddenly filled his vision, and the girl let out a scream. She was slammed backwards into a set of lockers and she slipped down to the ground. Wes’ gaze snapped to where the blast of energy had come from and saw the ghost boy. He was floating six feet off the ground, and his right hand was glowing green. He had a long deep slash across his side that was oozing and dripping globby green ectoplasm. 

“I’ve never seen you before,” he said. “What do you want?” his tone of voice was firm and sharp, it felt like ice. The girl looked up at the boy. She opened her mouth and screamed. It was a raw terrible thing that petered off into an agonized gurgle. The ghost boy arched a brow, but before he could say anything else the Shepherd melted into the wall. 

“Shit,” the ghost puffed. He turned his eyes to Wes and he stiffened again. Right, he wasn’t exactly out of the woods yet. “You must be new here. Piece of advice, run away next time, okay dude?” The ghost boy looked up at the ceiling that still had the alarms blaring and rolled his eyes. In the next instant he shot through the wall where the shepherd ghost had disappeared. 

Wes let out a breath and sunk to the floor, shivering from head to toe. What the hell was that?    

[sunflowerhae]

Omfg the story of us is one of my fav Taylor songs so can you write that with mark 🥺🥺 thank youuuuuu

|📣 ▹▹ brooo it’s one of my favorite too 😩😩 I hope u enjoy! 💕🌙 ok tbh I don’t really like the ending so sorry abt that😔😔

Send in your music requests! ✨👼🏻

“I used to think one day we'd tell the story of us How we met and the sparks flew instantly And people would say, "they're the lucky ones’”

“Jesus you two are so lucky” Yeji couldn’t keep her comments in as you turned away from Marks retreating frame and to the green-eyed girl sitting in front of you at the library desk you two were currently occupying. Late night study sessions for the upcoming college exams called for loyal boyfriends to bring coffee from the campus starbucks for you and your best friend, effortlessly gaining brownie points with you.

“What do you mean we’re lucky?” You snickered as you handed her coffee to her and immediately sucked in your own cold, bitter sweet; feeling the coffee practically revive your body.

Yeji sighed with an elongated eye roll to express her clear annoyance at your confusion. “Y/n, everyone knows you and Mark are the cutest couple on campus. I mean you two met at what, a frat party?-“

“-yeah” you mumbled.

“-Yeah, and you two immediately clicked. I mean your two year anniversary is coming up, right? I won’t be surprised if you two are telling your children how you met in 10 years.” She laughed at the end of her sentence as you gasped and balled up an empty piece of paper in front of you; throwing it at her giggling and arm-protected frame as you whisper yelled,

“Yeji - shut up!” The light pink hue undoubtedly covered your face and ears at her claims as you both went back to the notes in front of you. Yeji - quickly forgetting the conversation - started complaining about the riparian plants of the San Joaquin (“-like we’re not even at the San Joaquin-“) but your mind was too preoccupied with the previous conversation, and a smile slowly etched it’s way onto your face as her words settled deep into your heart -

Unfortunately setting you up for heartbreak.

“Oh, a simple complication Miscommunications lead to fall out So many things that I wish you knew So many walls up I can't break through”

“Well you were supposed to come over and help me pack!” You couldn’t help your voice from failing you and slightly raising in accusation and anger, and you cringed at the annoyance of your tone. You could hear Mark sigh on the other side of the receiver - even over the sounds that occupied his side of the call.

“Y/n, I know, I’m sorry. I thought you meant later. I didn’t know you needed the help right now.” You wanted to ask him to come over now; to drop whatever commitment he was already at and come be with you like he said he would, but the idea of stressing him more than the situation already is, you’re sure, left a twisted feeling in your stomach, and a metallic taste in your mouth. And, with yet another sigh - maybe the 40th one through out this entire, 6 minute call - you told him that it wasn’t a big deal and he could make it up to you later. You both mumbled your I love you’s before he hung up first - leaving you in complete silence.

Your heart burned at the thought of yet another conversation passed where you refused to let out the feelings that were too overgrown for the space of your chest. There was so much you wanted to say to Mark; so much that you wished he knew. Usually, you wouldn’t hesitate to tell him how you feel - but lately the conversations seemed strained and overworked, and you had reserved yourself to the insecure thoughts that maybe Mark didn’t want to hear how you felt, and maybe it was best for your relationship if you kept them in.

You spaced out your gaze as you looked around your almost empty dorm room. It was the end of your junior year of college, and you and Mark were supposed to be packing up your room. Mark, however, forgot about it and chose to instead spend his time hanging out with his frat brothers (like he always did).

No. You slapped the side of your head and shook it back and forth while trying to get rid of the jealous thoughts. It’s okay. It’s not that deep. You’re fine.

To distract yourself, you shot Yeji a text to come help you with your room. At this, your thoughts wandered back to that late night in the school library, and your frown deepened.

You’re fine. We’re fine.

“Now I'm standing alone In a crowded room And we're not speaking and I'm dying to know Is it killing you like it's killing me yeah I don't know what to say since the twist of fate When it all broke down and the story of us Looks a lot like a tragedy now”

The music blasting through the speakers of the party was giving you nothing short of a migraine, and the unknown, red alcohol in your cup was doing nothing to soothe it. In your defense, it’s not like you wanted to be here. You would have preferred to be back in your new apartment, unpacking your boxes with a romcom playing, a candle burning, and your new cat, Ivy, cuddled up on the couch. Yet, when Yeji all but bullied you through text to come to the first party of your last year of college, you didn’t have much of a choice other than to attend. You hoped that maybe it wouldn’t be as bad as your mind was playing it up to be, this thought being reinforced by your best friend. The minute you walked through the doors of the quite familiar frat house, however, you instantly regretted ever showing your face in these hallowed halls.

You knew almost everyone in this room, yet also felt like you knew no one. Lately, that was a pretty normal feeling for you. You had spent the majority of your college experience being friends with the people that partied all around you; getting to know them at events not so different than this one. Yet, you - ever the shy one - wouldn’t have even known them, if it weren’t for a certain person that occupied the majority of your thoughts. The very same person standing across the room from you, playing beer pong with his fellow frat members.

This summer had not been kind to you.

Your uncertainties about your relationship with Mark bled into the summer heat, and were reinforced by the distance you two shared. Calls became far too in between, and texts were sporadic and short; usually just quick check-ins and awkward hellos and goodbyes.

Those were all okay for you. Well, they weren’t okay, but they were better than nothing; better than not having him.

The climax of the summer, however, came mid July, when you called and he did not answer. This wasn’t a new thing, so you left it. Yet when you called him a second, third, and fourth time (in the span of 24 hours) and he never answered, never texted you, never even acknowledged you, you knew something was wrong. You didn’t want to be the annoying one in the relationship (always so insecure), so you left it once more.

For a week.

A week had gone by without so much as a two letter word between each other. Deep in your heart, you knew the relationship was over at that point. But how could one admit that they had lost the love of their life so easily? So finally, after three weeks of no contact, you texted him a four letter message that hopefully explained everything you felt.

So this is it?

Mark responded.

I think so.

That summer was recorded as one of the hottest since 1946, but you never noticed. Your tears kept you cold.

“See me nervously pulling at my clothes And trying to look busy And you're doing your best to avoid me I'm starting to think one day I'll tell the story of us How I was losing my mind when I saw you here But you held your pride like you should have held me”

If you could cross the room and pull Mark into your hold and hug and kiss him like you two never even broke up, you would do it at as fast as the speed of sound. But Mark didn’t want you anymore, he made that clear. He was laughing at something Haechan said, and he looked beautiful; you felt idiotic for staring. You prayed he - or anyone else, for that matter - didn’t notice you there, but after shooting a text to Yeji that you were leaving, and looking back up at him for the last time, you were surprised to see that he was already looking at you. His eyes were rounded larger than usual, and even from your corner across the room, you could see the shock in them at your presence.

Time stopped as you two stared at each other, before you finally let out a small cough and looked down at your shirt to “fix” it, while Mark quickly looked anywhere but you. Satisfied with whatever you were trying to do with your clothes, you looked at Mark’s awkward figure one last time through your eyelashes, before turning and walking out of the party. When Mark looked back to where he last saw you, you weren’t there anymore, and his heart became hyperaware of the ever present twinge of pain that seemed to constantly be there, whether he numbed it out or not.

To be clear, Mark isn’t too sure why he broke up with you. While he still was deeply in love with you, you and him didn’t seem to be on the same page anymore, and that was enough reason for him to leave you. He wished he could hold you, hug you, love you like he used to. But every time you came to his head, the cringe at the way you two ended things quickly followed, and he’s too embarrassed to even think about talking to you again.

With a sigh, Mark turned back to his friends, and spent the rest of the night trying to drink away the memory of your face across the room.

“The battle's in your hands now But I would lay my armor down If you'd say you'd rather love than fight”

The insistent knocking on your apartments door at 3am scared more than annoyed you, and you couldn’t help yourself from grabbing the bat next to your bed before slowly making your way towards the door. You had 911 on speed dial in one hand and your bat in the other. It was moments like this that made you especially miss Mark, because lord knows you couldn’t fight back if someone tried to break in (not like you wouldn’t try).

Trying to distract yourself from the fear, you thought back to the party a month earlier, and your terrified thoughts had you thinking ‘if this is how I die, I’m going to regret never talking to Mark again’ as you arrived at your door.

You slowly lifted yourself to your peep hole, and let out a gasp at who you saw on the other side. You quickly placed your bat on the ground and your phone on the counter by your door, and opened the door wide.

“Mar-“ you didn’t get far before Mark took one huge step towards you, cupped your cheeks with his hands, and smashed his lips onto yours. You both stumbled into your home before mark pushed the door closed and spun you both, slightly pushing you against the door. After about 45 seconds of intense making out, Mark broke away and placed his forehead on your own.

“Hi,” you giggled out, to which Mark laughed himself.

“Hi.”

[the-black-birb]

𝐀𝐤𝐚𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐅𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢'𝐬 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐝 𝐃𝐚𝐲 (𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐!)

This fic features Bokuto, Akaashi, Kuroo, Kenma, Futakuchi, and a reader character. There are no explicit romanitc pairings.

Warnings: swearing and poorly attempted humor

Summary: a bunch of idiots go go an ice skating rink. Chaos ensues

A/N: this is part of a collaborative fic with ellie (@babiekeiji ) for qee's bday!! Happy birthday cutie ilysm

QeeDay Masterlist

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3

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[DIRECT MESSAGE]

Friday, 7:16 PM

waiyenn and futacoochieslayer are online!

waiyenn: KENJIIII ヽ(^o^)丿

futacoochieslayer: wot do you want from me

waiyenn: c’mon it’s the eve of my birthday be nicer to me

futacoochieslayer: but it’s not your bday yet 凸-_-凸

waiyenn: .

futacoocieslayer: wazzup

waiyenn: soooo about ice skating …

futaocoochieslayer: man don’t cancel on me now

futaocoochieslayer: i already bought passes

futaocoochieslayer: no one else is free

futaocoochieslayer: i’ll have to invite koganegawa

futaocoochieslayer: you want to see him on ice? i’ll be miserable

waiyenn: shut up im not cancelling

waiyenn: yet

futaocoochieslayer: go ahead and cancel its ur bday not mine, luv

waiyenn: make up your mind drama queen

waiyenn: anyway i invited a few of my friends along

futaocoochieslayer: ….. who

waiyenn: yk, akaashi and kenma…

futaocoochieslayer:  they’re quiet

futaocoochieslayer: they’ll stay out of my way

futaocoochieslayer:  that’s fine

waiyenn:... and kuroo and bokuto

futaocoochieslayer: is that 

futaocoochieslayer: the chest receive guy

futaocoochieslayer: with the really nice ass

waiyenn:  that’s the one

futaocoochieslayer: who won’t shut up.

waiyenn: :)

futaocoochieslayer:  it was supposed to be a nice evening yn

futaocoochieslayer:  we were supposed to bond

waiyenn: it’s my birthday kenji

futaocoochieslayer: ofc my bad

futaocoochieslayer: your birthday, your right to ruin it

 [DIRECT MESSAGE]

Friday, 9:08 PM

akaashi and futacoochieslayer are online!

futaocoochieslayer: you’re the voice of reason, right?

akaashi: Pardon me?

futaocoochieslayer: listen idc if you guys come along 

futaocoochieslayer: hell, please come along! maybe it’ll make me look better

futaocoochieslayer: but i’ve been trying to get a date with yn for months

futaocoochieslayer: don’t mess this up for me

futaocoochieslayer: and don’t let your friends either

futaocoochieslayer: sweet dreams (✿◠‿◠)

akaashi: Oh my

akaashi: Alright, I’ll do my best.

 [SILENCE, BOKUTO]

Saturday, 7:56 AM

akaashi, applepi, and tetsubro are online!

akaashi: bokuto.

applepi: akaashi not capitalizing??

tetsubro: oh bokuto’s got him MAD mad

tetsubro: y’all pray for my boy bokuto nothings wrong w him he’s just a dumbass 

akaashi: bokuto get online this instant

tetsubro: bold of you to assume he’s even awake at this hour

captain_daddy is online!

captain_daddy: guys you wont believe what happened

captain_daddy: i woke up to chills

captain_daddy: do you think a ghost was in my room???

captain_daddy: maybe i could get on buzzfeed unsolved

applepi: i think u have to worry about more than a ghost

akaashi: bokuto.

captain_daddy: agaaashi ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ

akaashi: would you like to share with the class what you and yn discussed?

captain_daddy: oh yeah!!!! i asked her if we were on for saturday

tetsubro: and she said…?

captain_daddy: we’re going ice skating instead!!!!

applepi: we’re going what?

tetsubro: bro u can italicize text????

tetsubro: that’s meta

akaashi: We’re what???

akaashi: when did we ever agree to that...

captain_daddy: ice skating!! it’ll be super fun!!!!

akaashi: Who are we ice skating with?

captain_daddy: yn ofc!! and someone else she said…

captain_daddy: futaba?

applepi: from persona?

akaashi: -_-

tetsubro: poor akaashi…...

tetsubro: what has the world come to

akaashi: do you mean futakuchi?

captain_daddy: yeah!! that one!!!

captain_daddy: ur so cool akaashi

captain_daddy: how do you know him?

akaashi: Long story.

tetsubro: wait if it was just supposed to be futakuchi and yn

tetsubro: ...are we crashing a date?

captain_daddy: nah yn didn’t say anything about it

appepi: she didnt say or u left too early for her to explain?

captain_daddy: nah bro she invited us

tetsubro: you’re sure?

captain_daddy: yes

tetsubro: positive?

captain_daddy: yes, bro

tetsubro: bro (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)ﻭ

captain_daddy: BROOO!!!!! ٩(♡ε♡ )۶

akaashi: yn might not think it’s a date, but Futakuchi does.

tetsubro: huh?

tetsubro: HUH????? 

applepi: fucking hell

applepi: lets get this over with

 Saturday, 10:36 AM

waiyenn created group [PARTAYYYYY]

waiyenn added futacoochieslayer, akaashi, applepi, tetsubro, and captain_daddy to [PARTAYYYYY]

everyone is online!

waiyenn: is everyone ready to embarrass ourselves on ice •̀.̫•́✧

futacoochieslayer: first person to fall buys lunch

applepi: no one’s going to fall for that

captain_daddy: UR ON FUTABA

futacoochieslayer: falling includes getting pushed over :)

tetsubro: it’ll be a miracle if no one ends up in the hospital by the end of this

akaashi: No one is going to the hospital today.

akaashi: We’re going to follow the rules that they have.

akaashi: If anyone can’t skate, they’ll have a partner and stay close to the wall.

tetsubro: @captain_daddy will u be my partner?

captain_daddy: ofc bro

tetsubro: bro…. (｡>﹏<｡)

futacoochieslayer: yn

waiyenn: no lol

futacoochieslayer: i didnt even ask

waiyenn: you’ll drop me

futacoochieslayer: i’ll fall for u ;)

waiyenn: man wtf 

applepi: im gonna hurl

applepi: wheres the skating rink anyways

futacoochieslayer: u dont know?

futacoochieslayer: lmao scrubs

futacoochieslayer: dont u live all the way in tokyo?

tetsubro: shit

captain_daddy: wait are we gonna miss it TT TT

appepi: bokuto ur literally sitting on the train next to me

applepi: We’re on the way to Miyagi

waiyenn: kenji can u send akaashi the address

futacoochieslayer: why do i have to

waiyenn: (｡ŏ﹏ŏ)

futacoochieslayer: fine.

akaashi: I’m sorry, yn, I think we’re going to be a little late.

futacoochieslayer: more time for me and yn :)

waiyenn: it’s ok guys we can wait for you

tetsubro: wow yn

tetsubro: so cold

waiyenn: ???

applepi: ur just as bad as bokuto

 [DIRECT MESSAGE]

Saturday, 12:43 PM

akaashi and futacoochieslayer are online!

futacoochieslayer: [address]

futacoochieslayer: don’t. ruin. this. for me.

akaashi: I don’t have to 

akaashi: I’m fairly certain you already ruined this for yourself

akaashi: Did you ever consider tell yn this was supposed to be a date?

futacoochieslayer: ah fuck

 [PARTAYYYYY]

Saturday, 1:27 PM

waiyenn, akaashi, applepi, tetsubro, and captain_daddy are online!

captain_daddy: WE’RE IN MIYAGI BABYYYY

akaashi: We’re headed your way now.

akaashi: Are you at the rink?

waiyenn: nah we went to grabbed some lunch while we were waiting

waiyenn: there’s a panera bread that you’ll pass on the way

tetsubro: futakuchi paid for lunch right?

waiyenn: yes lol he’s not that bad

applepi: i see the panera 

applepi: is that futakuchi with you?

captain_daddy: HE’S SO TALL

tetsubro: word

tetsubro: from the way he was texting i was expecting an incel

tetsubro: he looks more like a chad

waiyenn: lmfaooo

futacoochieslayer is online!

futacoochieslayer: srsly yn this is why u were staring at your phone

futacoochieslayer: whatever happened to having a conversation

waiyenn: okay grandpa

futacoochieslayer: that’s grandaddy to you

waiyenn:  (▀̿̿Ĺ̯̿▀̿ ̿) i cannot see

futacoochieslayer: oh

futacoochieslayer: kuroo, right?

futacoochieslayer: i am a chad ;)

tetsubro: *///*

tetsubro: oya?

captain_daddy: oyaoya?

tetsubro: oyaoyaoya?

applepi: sigh

akaashi: Since we’re here can we please all stop texting.

akaashi: If you put your skates on wrong because you’re distracted, it’ll be dangerous.

waiyenn: yes mom

[thinkaboutdobrik]

The Green Gate - Colby Brock

a/n: this is for my lovey dovey baby bubba because she was feeling down today k love u the most

plot: the last party at the trap house, and the reader and colby are flirting

sidenote: this story is all over the place bc ive been feeling all sorts of emotions writing this. but its fluffy!!!

-

Sitting on the couch with Katrina, Sam, Jake and Brennen, you were singing and dancing along in your seats to the music that was blasting through the speakers. Crowds of people were dancing and chatting all throughout the house.

There were people in the kitchen, in the foyer, in the livingroom and probably upstairs as well - the place was packed with people, enjoying one last party at the Trap House.

"Here, take this!" Brennen offered and handed you his red solo cup.

You gave him a funny look and laughed. "I'm okay, Brennen. I think I'll grab one for my self." you laughed, rejecting his half empty solo cup and pushed your self off the couch, using Brennens thigh for support.

"You guys want anything?" you turned around and asked the rest of your friends. They all shook their heads and you shrugged before heading towards the kitchen.

Pushing your way past the big crowd of strangers and vlogsquad members, you finally made it to the kitchen and landed your eyes on Colby's.

A wide smile fell onto Colby's lips as his eyes lit up when he saw you. "Y/n, come here." he yelled over the music, motioning for you to come over.

He loosely rested his hand around your shoulder and handed you a drink, before you leaned back on the kitchen counter.

"So, how's it going? You having fun?" Colby asked you in your ear, his breath smelling like alcohol - but not too much. He wasn't anywhere near as drunk as the people around him.

You nodded and smiled in return, turning towards him, looking him up and down as a small chuckle escaped your mouth.

"I like your suit." you giggled, running a finger down his chest as you examined his black, starry sweatsuit.

Colby laughed in return, popping his hip out, almost striking a pose. "Thanks! I'm feelin' kinda sexy in this one." he joked and raised his yellow tinted sunglasses.

You laughed in return and leaned your head on his shoulder, nuzzling up to him whilst he pulled you into a tighter hug.

"Check out the back yard, bro. People are jumping in the pool!" Jake exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air as he looked at you and Colby.

You and Colby shared a confused look, before following Jake out to the back yard. Colby loosely grabbed a hold of your hand, leading you through the crowd of people before you stepped outside.

Jake was not kidding when he said people were jumping in the pool. Some fully clothed, some fully nude. You gasped at the sight of the naked people in the pool, and Colby jokingly covered your eyes with his hands. "Don't look!" he laughed, turning your around away from the pool before wrapping his arms around you.

"Are you serious right now? Get a room!" Corey jokingly complained from behind you, laughing as he threw his hands in air.

Colby swung your body side to side and gave Corey a funny look.

You and Colby joined Corey and Devyn, and the rest of the guys around the firepit, laughing and chatting for what felt like hours.

After a little while all of you headed over to the pool to hang out with the rest of your friends and watch all the shenanigans going on in the water. People were jumping from the shark tower, other were lounging on floaties - despite how cold it was out, they seemed to have the time of their lives.

Listening to Corey joke about some of the guys inside of the house, Colby gently tugged on the end of your sweater. You turned around and looked at him confusingly.

"Come here for a sec." he whispered in your ear as he looked around, gently grabbing your hand and leading you towards the side of the house.

"In here." he whispered and opened the green gate, taking one last look around him before pulling you along with him.

You had no idea what he was up to, or why he was whispering so much. It almost seemed like he didn't want to get caught.

The space was tight and dark, and there were barely any lights causing you to trip over a few rocks and some sticks here and there.

"Ow!" you hissed and held onto your knee. Colby quickly turned around, and even though you couldn't fully see his facial expression you knew he was looking at you funny.

"Would you keep it down? I'm trying to sneak away here.." he mumbled with gritted teeth, giving you a funny face expression before he let out a small chuckle.

"Where are you taking me anyways?" you whispered and grabbed a hold of his hand again.

Colby was leading the way through the darkness, but before reaching to the other side he stopped mid way.

"What? What happened?" you asked in confusion, peeking over his shoulder.

Colby shook his head and chuckled. "Nothing. Just be quiet."

You did as he said and kept quiet and leaned yourself up against the wall.

Colby grabbed both of your hands, intertwining his fingers with yours.

"Your hands are so cold, Colby." you squealed as you felt his cold fingers. You put your hands together and brought them up to your mouth to gently blow on them, trying to get some heat back into his hands.

"Don't worry about that. But listen, there's something I've been meaning to ask you." Colby said, bringing your hands back down again, squeezing them a little tighter.

You smiled and tilted your head at him in confusion, waiting for his question.

Colby took a small step forward, inching closer towards you and you could barely feel his hips pressed up against yours.

"Can I kiss you? Sorry if that's, like, so out of the blue." he laughed, the alcohol in his body giving him enough confidence to finally make a move.

You giggled and looked up at him, leaning closer to him so your noses were brushing over eachothers, and nodded.

He placed his hand gently on your cheek, stroking it a little with his finger, and smiled before glancing down at your lips. Leaning in, his lips were brushing over yours and you could feel his warm breath lightly hit your lips before he finally placed a soft kiss on your lips. His lips were cold against yours, but that didn't stop the swarm of butterflies to appear in your stomach.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled away slightly, smiling at him. "What took you so long?"

"I don't know. I guess I never-"

"Well, well, well. What do we have here?" a familiar voice came from beside you. Turning around, your eyes immediately landed on the blonde haired boy and the blue haired girl standing on the other side of the green gate.

"I told you they were a thing! Hellooo?" Katrina playfully punched Sam's shoulder, making him flinch and pretend to get hurt.

You buried your face in your hands and giggled, and Colby took a step forwards standing in front of you with his arms spread apart, covering you. "Back off, she's mine!" he laughed before clenching his fists, pretending to fight the two of them.

Colby playfully wrestled Sam a bit while you and Katrina stood on the side line, watching them, laughing your asses off.

"I won!" Sam cheered, throwing his hands in the air in celebration.

Colby sighed and ran a hand down his face, staring at the ground. You approached him and placed a hand on his shoulder and the other on his chin, tilting his head towards you.

"He totally cheated and you won for sure. Just let him have this little moment." you whispered and assured him, giving him a quick little wink before watching Sam and Katrina run away, cheering and laughing.

Colby scoffed and jokingly rolled his eyes. You cupped his face in your hands and smiled. "Come. Let's head inside." you said and grabbed his hand, leading him towards the house.

"Brooo, where have you been?" Brennen slurred as you entered the house.

Colby shrugged. "Just around."

As time went by, more and more people got too drunk to function and people had started leaving. You decided to stick around for a little while longer to help the roommates clean up around the house.

Cleaning up all the cups and empty beer bottles, you filled the garbage bag full of junk and threw it in the dumpster.

Everybody had done their chores for the night, and just about all the roommates had already gone to bed, exept you, Jake and Colby.

"Alright, I'm gonna head to bed, guys. See ya tomorrow." Jake said and stretched his arms and yawned.

"Good night, Jake." you smiled as he headed up the stairs.

Spending a night sleeping in Colby's bed wasn't new to you. His bed was soft and comfy, and big, and let's face it - Colby was a great cuddler, so naturally you wanted to stay the night, and he loved when you did that.

"Do I get to cuddle you tonight too or are you heading home?" Colby questioned from the kitchen as he threw away the last few cups in the bin.

"Colby, it's 5 am. Do you really think I'm going home now? You're not getting rid of me that easily." you laughed.

Colby approached you and picked you up bridal style, giggling at your reaction to how easily he picked you off the floor. He carried you all the way up the stairs before putting you down on his bed.

"Get comfy." Colby smiled as you tucked your self in and fluffed the pillows.

Colby slid under the covers next to you and wrapped his arm around you, pulling you close before leaving a small trail of kisses down your jaw and neck.

"Good night, Colbs." you whispered and wrapped your arms around his, intertwining your fingers with his.

You felt him smile into the crook of your neck, hugging you tight. "Night, y/n."

[no-no-no-ahhhh]

I'm having bad anxiety so I'm just going to answer these questions rn

Okay so when having anxiety I over think and I barely have any friends so I thought if using these questions to keep my mind off things and it kinda works it's also why some are long because I'm trying my best to think about other things then my stress. Maybe some of yall can try this if you want. Could help idk

Questions belong to @tr33-g1rl

1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans?

Soda cans

2. chocolate bars or lollipops?

I LOVE chocolate bro

3. bubblegum or cotton candy?

Cotton candy because let's all be honest bubble gum doesn't even tast good so that just leaves texture and cotton candy dissolves abs you could always have normal gum

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you?

Some would say nice hard working smart and dyslexic but that's what they say not actually think

5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups?

I've never really had the soda bottles but for now Ig soda cans because I feel like it keeps it fresher then the plastic and plastic is bad

6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear?

Umm out of all these ig tomboy my style that I try to go for more rn is kinda like bille eyelash baddie style

7. earbuds or headphones?

Def earbuds cuz headphones if left on too long start hurting and squeezing my head

8. movies or tv shows?

TV shows 100% I cant consum media for long (my anxiety)so cartoons are the best for me because they're usually 11 minutes and light hearted

9. favorite smell in the summer?

Hmm this is good question in my head summer looks so good ahh but I've never really had a sent for it cuz the past few years I've been in my room but I love the sun oh and you know when your about to go in the pool and you can smell the Clorox mixed with the sun block and that smell just smells like a soft nice energy and there is this one tropical sent havent really smelt it in years I remember the one time I got to smell it was in middle school in the girls locker room so ig it was a perfume idk if it was really associated with summer or it was just tropical perfume my mom could spray on anytime of the year

10. game you were best at in p.e.?

Lol none I hated p.e I was also pretty tall at the time so people expected me to play but I just wanted to hide in the corner

11. what you have for breakfast on an average day?

Well I don't really like breakfast that much I think food in the morning makes me nauseous but I have to eat it cuz I can't eat school lunch food cuz that shit is nasty but breakfast school food is 😉 so I usually get banana bread and good ass duch chocolate milk

12. name of your favorite playlist?

Por Vida is one of my favorite albums if that counts

13. lanyard or key ring?

I hate things being around my neck so key ring

14. favorite non-chocolate candy?

Mexican candy

15. favorite book you read as a school assignment?

The outsiders

16. most comfortable position to sit in?

Your butt relaxing ig and not hunched over idk how some people do their work not hunched over like how do you see what your working on

17. most frequently worn pair of shoes?

These white Adidas with 3 halo strips and tan boots

18. ideal weather?

To wear you can soak in the sun but not have it burn you right when you go outside and kinda breezy not a fan of the cold and whatever weather that isn't effected by global warming is the best

19. sleeping position?

I always try not to sleep on my back cuz then they say that the demons come for you

20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)?

I have a lot of journals and books to write

21. obsession from childhood?

My little pet shops, barbies, fnaf, teen titans, monster high dolls, beanie babes, never brats or the ever after high dolls cuz I had a fear of big heads as a kid

22. role model?

Em their are not many people to look up to these days but Quenlin Blackwell is even though she struggles with depression and seasonal depression she still is a qween love her

23. strange habits?

24. favorite crystal?

Hmm maybe amethyst one of the only ones I have

25. first song you remember hearing?

No idea

26. favorite activity to do in warm weather?

Be in the sun

27. favorite activity to do in cold weather?

Not have the seasonal depression come for me

38. lemonade or tea?

Lemonade bro tea is kinda weak and for BrItish blocks , but today I did have a bunch of lemons and they got me sick cuz I dont have a healthy balanced diet if anybody knows simple healthy recipes that have little to no cooking pls share

39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie?

I've never actually have had lemon pie but I have been thinking about making pie. I've had peacon pie and water burger apple pie and McDonald's apple pie and I think another fast food pie but I can't remember the flavor. I know the other flavor exist because my mom order a different pie flavor from me once and she said we can both try each others. Maybe it was lemon. I think lemon tast is quit forgettable thow idk I always put other things on my lemon and lemonade has all that sugar and speaking of Britain I think they carbonate their lemons . But I think I've only had lemon cake 2 times , so if the cake

40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school?

School is lame and that's on period pooh

41. last person you texted?

Umm this girl I barely know and I'm going to leave it at that cuz this story makes me kinda sad and worried and I'm answering these questions to avoid that

42. jacket pockets or pants pockets?

Hmm good question , I think jacket because they are bigger and girl Jean's have the pockets different to make the booty look better and sometimes that leads to uncomfortable pockets and front pockets barely exit for girls and jackets sometimes have those secret pockets only you have assess too like the ones on the inside and jacket pockets are bigger

43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket?

1. hoodies are good for when you dont have a bra on and they come with one BIG pocket and you dont need to worry about a shirt

2. Leather jackets are for cool kidz and carry a nice vibe and still thick enough to keep you warm , but you can't really get them wet I think so you can't wash em , but they can come with cool designs on the back but their better fitted on perfectly on a person and if you grow they just look odd on you then you have to buy another and that's not fun

3.Bomber jacket , it's a whole style but one I try to pull of but just cant do it well

4.Cardigans kinda umm not a fan but good if your wearing a dress that's shows your shoulders and you are insecure about that being shown. Remember when somewhere in the 2000s they told us that cardigans where so easy to put on and throw more into your outfit so people bought quit a few. I do

5.I feel like jeans jackets aren't warm enough maybe their more for the summer?

44. favorite scent for soap?

Hmm maybe something tropical or just those cool lavender ones that have oats that's cool I like oats in my soap

45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero?

I hate sci-fi uhhhg and super hero kinda ties in with that so fantasy and when reading fan fic just sweet simple domestic fluff

46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in?

Hmm not sure but the shirt has to be soft. I only experience soft shirts like that few times in my life

47. favorite type of cheese?

Mexican cheese and blue cheese uhg and mozzarella with that crust, yum🤤

48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be? Errrum maybe a watermelon cuz they are very hydrated. Oh and watermelon with the big black seeds is better then that soul less watermelon

49. what saying or quote do you live by?

None dawg I really need to find one but I do have a lot written down In a book

50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have?

Omg my aunt had some funny looking ass dogs I couldn't stop laughing. One of her dogs hate me tho now

51. current stresses? I dont want to talk about it cuz I dont want to worry but I was crying for more then 6 hours probably 8 when I think about it and then today as well and it's so bad I'm not even going to school

52. favorite font? I like the one kali uchis uses in one of her albums I think it's called fairy tell or something

53. what is the current state of your hands?pretty dry cuz I wash them alot and kinda long nails cuz of genetics

54. what did you learn from your first job?

I havent had a first job

55. favorite fairy tale?

Hmmm something with the tooth fairy

56. favorite tradition?

Idk holidays cuz I get school off

57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome?

Depression and I would say anxiety but no

58. four talents you’re proud of having?

I dont have any talents

59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be?

Uuuuyg idk too stressed to really think that I dont even know what type of video game I would be in

60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be?

nothing stressful maybe something calm like a farm anime, some light magic, pokemon things like that

61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.?

I was never ment to live life like a sim - megan the stallion

62. seven characters you relate to?

Anybody with anxiety, kinda pearl from Steven universe, the nerdy part of dipper from gravity falls , Roman from sander sides if virgil too sense he has anxiety okay and that's all I can think of I think early I said I dont really watch media or stuff so yeah

63. five songs that would play in your club?

Gosolina kali uchis songs and bank account that's all I can think about rn

64. favorite website from your childhood?64. favorite website from your childhood?

Y8 brooo oh and there was Disney or Nickelodeon websites you know that show with the hands and they had the googly eyes they had a g as new for that loved it and for Disney they had zack and cody games on their website and it's not a website but the one thing on windows that would work without wifi you know and you could make cakes and give them faces and try matching the cards

65. any permanent scars?

One time a cat scratched me more the like 8 years ago and I can still faintly see the mark

66. favorite flower(s)?

The one that grows on the cactus

67. good luck charms?

I know a rabbits foot is one and 4 leaf clovers,and markipliers flannel. I sadly dont have any personal good luck charms

68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried?

I don't want to talk about bad foods rn cut the cameras

69. a fun fact that you don’t know how you learned?

idk I think I can vaguely remember every facts orgin that I know

70. left or right handed?

Basic right handed but my dad used to be left but then the school forced him to be right

71. least favorite pattern?

Anything 80s uhg that shit is disgusting and terrifying

72. worst subject?

Chemistry but I just got out of that so that's fun

73. favorite weird flavor combo?

People day hot cheetos and sour cream is odd but I like it . I would wat some rn but I think I got sick cuz of my poor diet so I'm not. Someone pls suggested simple easy foods for your girl who can cook

74. at what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen?

1 I am big baby

75. when did you lose your first tooth?

I dont know

76. what’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)?

Tater tots are good and fries

77. best plant to grow on a windowsill?

Idk no green thumb

78. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store?

Idk ig coffee

80. earth tones or jewel tones?

Jewel tones

81. fireflies or lightning bugs?

Theirs a difference?

82. pc or console?

Console it's just simpler

83. writing or drawing?

Uhhheg ig drawing I'm bad at grammar

84. podcasts or talk radio?

Podcast, podcast are just more plans out then talk radio and talk radio is a morning thing and I'm not the biggest fan of mornings

85. fairy tales or mythology?

Fairy tales mythology kinda ruff ya know

86. cookies or cupcakes?

Cookies their just more sturdy and their is always normal cake

87. your greatest fear?

Tooo many things and I'm having an anxiety attack right now so like no

88. your greatest wish?

Well it's cute and all idk to live peacefully is one part the other parts a secret for now

X.o.x.o gossip girl ya know ya love me

89. who would you put before everyone else?

Umm maybe myself Idk

90. luckiest mistake?

One time my mom ordered a foam sord for my brother and a real one came. It was some anime sword

91. boxes or bags?

Bags cuz they look cute and you can take em every where with you. Disposable I would have to say boxes tho because its less damaging to the environment

92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights?

Sunlight is so warm and it fills something inside of me makes me feel cozy

Lamps are great for when sleeping and your scared of the dark

Fairy lights are cute but are they neccessary

Overhead lights are good for when you just need light in your life

Am I the only one who gets sad and sometimes cant clean if it's dark in the house?

94. favorite season?

Summer I think. I know it's harder for me to function in the winter cuz depression but then summer is anxiety sometimes ya know

95. favorite app on your phone?

Littetly no idea I don't really love/like the things on my phone if their more distractions or time wasters but I do love how I can search up useful things on YouTube to try to calm down my anxiety and I was definitely not a fan of tumblr at all but I kind have made it my safe place a bit

96. desktop background?

Well the computers my dad's so it has deadpool on i

97. how many phone numbers do you have memorized?

Barely 2 ,I am kinda a dummy sorry unggv

98. favorite historical era?

Well idk heehaww cowboys?