#also yes its 12 a.m. i had an idea and needed it to get out

[turnonyrlovelight]

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[itsscromp]

Had fnaf idea in my head ever since seeing the movie. Was trying to find people who were doing fnaf movies ideas and remembered I'd seen your ask box! Love your works btw

So I had this idea of night guard! Reader whose terrified of the animatronics and try not to get too close to them. But needs the money. And one night someone tries to break into the pizzeria and the animatronics protect them from being hurt/mugged

If your asks aren't open then feel free to ignore this, ♥️

FNAF animatronics x reader

Oohhhh yes yes yes, I love this idea very much anon. I swear this movie has reawakened my childhood. Word count:943

You were incredibly strapped for cash, The last job barely kept you afloat, you weren't able to pay your rent or afford your groceries. you were running out of options really fast. Heading to your career's councillor Steve Raglan. He said that there may be a job for you.

A security guard at the old pizzeria, but the place was abandoned. why would you be offered a job like that ??. He stated that the owner was just not ready to let it go yet. Not to mention, they had those creepy ass animatronics... There was just something about them that sent shudders up your spine. Maybe it was how life-sized they looked or the way they moved... its just... *shudders*

But right now you didn't have any choice, so you took the job. Your first shift was the next night, 12 a.m. on the dot. You entered the pizzeria and looked around, it was very retro. Save for the dust everywhere. You then noticed the stages on the far end. Was it where... they were housed.

"Keep walking keep walking...." You said to yourself, But for one reason or another, your feet kept walking to the stage. Your hand reached the curtain as you pulled it back, turning on your flashlight and got scared when the first face you saw was bonnie the bunny.

"Nope, not having it"

You rushed to the office immediately, not wanting to look at them one bit.

Once in your office you switched on the power, the pizzeria now buzzing with life as if it was never changed one bit. Switching on the camera's the first thing you saw was the animatronics again, this time two more you didn't see. Chica the chicken and Freddy Fazbear.

You also noticed another stage nearby, but the curtains were closed with the sign 'Out of order' on the front. Whatever that was behind their, you didn't want to find out.

Over a couple of nights, when you entered for work. You rushed straight to your office, not wanting to even look at them. God why did you have to be scared of animatronics ??.

Spying the camera's again, you just saw the same stuff as last time, but what the camera's didn't pick up was the back.

"Come on hurry up !!" A person in a hood said.

"I'm trying man !!" Another said as they tried to pick at the lock of the roller door before managing to unlock it.

"Alright, you know what to do"

The two entered the pizzeria with the malicious intent of robbing the place. the cameras picked them up near the supply closet. You quickly got up and investigated.

"Who's there ?? Come on out right now" You shouted.

"Shit, run !!!" They immediately bolted, you began to rush for them.

"HEY !!!!"

You ran after them leading back to the main area of the pizzeria, where you were met with a chair to the face, knocking you over to the floor as you were instantly jumped on, one with their foot on your arm holding it as well.

"Piss off and leave us be, or you'll get what's coming, kid !!!" He warned as the other began to search you for your wallet, phone and car keys.

"Get off !!!' You tried to squirm out but this only increased the pressure on your arm, threatening to break. "Gaah !!"

"Got their keys, come on !!" the thief said as he got up and turned to the entrance, only to be met by a large figure... It's eyes glowing red. It was Freddy Fazbear.

"What the he..." Before he could even say a full sentence, Freddy quickly turned the tables. Grabbing his arm and breaking it, Making him fall over. screaming in pain.

"Th/n !!" His accomplice shouted as he tried to help him only to be met with a sharp pain in his ankle. What looked like a cupcake which was a part of Chica's set was biting him, Even it and Chica's eyes were glowing red. You scrambled to the corner watching the madness ensue in such confusion. How were the animatronics moving on their damn own !!!, Someone had to be controlling them. But how could they if you were the only damn one here !!

Two more animatronics emerged, Bonnie and one that came from the Out of order stage, It looked like it spent a lot of time inside there from how damaged its body was. The fox animatronic then slashed one thief across the back with its hook, drawing blood. Letting out a blood curling scream as they immediately retreated.

You were scared. Fully and petrifying scared, Seeing what they were capable of, You hid your face from them. Completely frozen in fear. But what you didn't expect was Freddy's hand gently as a feather placed on your shoulder, almost in a way comforting you.

You started to hesitantly look up at them all, Their eyes all no longer red. Back to their natural colours. They all gave you a comforting look.

"Your... You're not going to hurt me ??" You asked them all cautiously.

Bonnie closed his eyes and shook his shoulders as if he was giggling, In a way saying "No we won't hurt you".

Freddy helped you up and gently brought you in for a hug. You couldn't help but smile at them, Wrapping your arms around his body.

"Thank you guys"

The others gave you a cute look Like they just met a new best friend for their little group. And that is what it exactly was. Maybe they weren't so bad after all...

Part 2 ??

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[sylvie-fics]

IM OUT OF JAIL HERES THE VALENTINES DAY MH VIK X READER

SORRY ITS LATE.

Word Count: 1k ish

Warnings: marriage i guess

other parts of this god forsaken fic:

Part 1   Part 2    Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

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Valentines day, 4:38 a.m. Viktor is a man of sound reasoning and logic. He is knowledgeable, especially within the scientific field. Hardworking, dedicated– sometimes overly so. Great at creating, building, dissecting, and altering many a creation. Some might call him the most determined man in the world. Some wouldn’t call him a man.

Then again.. There are some moments where he falls short of perfection. Especially when it comes to emotional matters.

“Viktor… don’t you think it’s a little early for this?”

…

February 12, he hears of the cursed holiday. He’s heard of it before– though, he couldn’t recall a time when he had celebrated it. It had never been at the forefront of his mind, really. When he thought of it– he thought of how, more than anything, it was a rather sad holiday. Did romantically committed people not appreciate their significant other any other day of the year? Were their relationships so dull that they had to create a holiday to make it better? Eventually, with so many years of holiday critique experience, he had forgotten the day’s significance entirely

And so, when the shopkeeper at the local parts store asked, “Any plans for valentines day?”

… he felt… guilty.

Of course he didn’t have any plans. What kind of plans does one make for such an occasion? *do* you make plans for someone you had one wild night with, that also lives with you?

Yeah, you probably make plans for that.

February 13th, morning. Viktor has kicked into overdrive. He’s gone over every option, having made a list of what he assumes women enjoy.

Food.

Everywhere locally is fully booked. Not that he checked… or, at least, not that he would admit he checked. Or that he checked multiple times in case someone had a pre-valentines breakup. Or that he tried to threaten people into canceling their reservations. No, he would never do any of that.

Making food was out of the question– he’s almost positive he gave you long-term food poisoning the last time he made dinner. He didn’t think he was particularly skilled when it came to the culinary arts, but, he didn't think he was *that* bad. Maybe if he practiced a little? Followed instructions to a tee? Still, even with practice, there's no way he could improve past poisoning levels in a day.

Quality time.

The obvious answer, but the all too normal one. The two of you practically spend every day together, working on your latest projects. How could he make this day any different? Maybe a nice stroll through town? No– you’ve seen town far too many times to be impressed by it. Then– maybe a walk by the lake? But you'd probably get distracted and fall in. What if it’s raining? Hell, you'd get a grand idea to try and “collect” lightning, and end up getting yourself killed.

Gift Giving.

It’s so cliche. Obviously, he can’t give chocolates and flowers. That would make him just like everyone else in the world. He’s better than that. It has to be something… unique. Something that has more thought into it. Perhaps something he could easily make within the time constraints.

Yes– this could work.

February 13th, Evening.

You’ve been banned from the lab. You’ve been banned from anywhere remotely near the lab. Essentially, you’ve been confined to your room. He’s been acting off ever since coming back from the shop. On one hand, you’d like to ask him what’s wrong– on the other hand you already know.

And, if he would let you get close to him for just a minute, you could explain to him that you don’t need all the festivities. You’d be perfectly happy just spending the day like any other.

All the while, Viktor is strategically planning how to present this. Grand? Casual? Ack– he has so much trouble with those emotional gift giving ceremonies. Even in childhood, he despised the idea of performing to a crowd of expectant people as you opened up a gift and pretended to be surprised.

Maybe if he just– gave it to you while you were asleep. Then you could wake up and notice it later on. It completely eliminated that unsavory presentation step.

Valentines day, 4:38 a.m. Viktor is a man of sound reasoning and logic. He is knowledgeable, especially within the scientific field. Hardworking, dedicated– sometimes overly so. Great at creating, building, dissecting, and altering many a creation. Some might call him the most determined man in the world. Some wouldn’t call him a man.

Then again.. There are some moments where he falls short of perfection. Especially when it comes to being quiet– his metal body clanking against the floor as he approaches you. He can’t say he's particularly stealthy, but at least he can be gentle– or so he thinks, grabbing your arm and roughly throwing a ring on your left hand.Before he could even get it all the way on, you’d woken with a startle from your dead sleep.

“Viktor?! Don’t you think it’s a little early for this!?”

With how stealthy and gentle he’d been, he was sure you wouldn’t wake. For you to come out yelling… well… it startled him a bit too. This was especially evident, judging by the shattering glass sound and flash of light emerging from the claw.

He was gonna need to replace that window… it’ll get drafty in here. You'll get sick. He can't have that.

“Viktor, please, it's so early. It’s WAY too early.”

As much as he hates to admit it, you were right. The stores wouldn’t even open until 10 at the least.

“Would the early afternoon work for you?” he asked.

“I– Viktor, when I said it was too early, I meant like… maybe we should wait a few months?! years, even?!”

“What? No. Why would we do that? Look, we can go 5:00 at the latest. I’d prefer before then, you know it's gonna be crowded.”

He’d walked out after that, leaving you with a ring on your finger and the assumption you’d be going to the courthouse sometime between 12 and 5.

[starglow-xx]

checklist

heyo! i wrote and posted this on my quotev for keith’s birthday (october 23, 2020) and i finally made a tumblr for my fanfiction soo here it is!!

keith kogane x f! reader

genre: fluff and slight angst!

This was what you had planned and written out coming to the Garrison.

(y/n's) Checklist: Garrison Days

Get into the Garrison✔️ extra: best friend is here too! :)

Get a license to become a co-fighter pilot extra: we're getting there!

Make new friends!✔️ extra: pidgeon, lancelot, and sunshine :D

Graduate!

Okay, granted, it's a bit short, but nevertheless it's straightforward and guaranteed to not knock you off course.

Although, this was the list that she seemed to be following at the moment.

(y/n's) Mental Bullshit Checklist

Fall in love with your best friend✔️

Sneak out of the Garrison basically every night to meet up with said best friend who just so happened to be expelled✔️

Fall in love with your best friend✔️

Keep secrets from your other best friends✔️

oh and FALL IN LOVE WITH YOUR BEST FRIEND

✔️

Can't forget that checkmark.

You sighed.

'Damn him and his pretty face.'

Sighing once more, you flopped backward against your bed holding your phone out away from your face staring at the time.

11:23 p.m.

'It's still early. I'm not meeting up with Keith for at least another half hour.'

You frowned at your phone.

'I wish time would go faster. Or better yet, just skip this.'

You put the phone down opting to stare at the ceiling instead. Frankly, you were exhausted. Keith always ends up keeping you up till the very early hours of the morning, just before daybreak, leaving you with a small amount of sleep.

'I mean we do this basically every night. It wouldn't hurt to bail on him just this once right? It's not like we end up finding any clues about Shiro or "the energy source".'

Frowning again at the thought of your lost older brother figure, you closed your eyes and placed your right forearm against your eyes, leaving your other hand against your stomach holding your phone.

'A quick nap wouldn't hurt now would it?'

You shut your eyes slowly and then you were out like a light.

You awoke to light knocking at your door.

Opening your eyes slowly, you stared up at the ceiling, and you wait until your eyes get adjusted to the dim lighting of your room.

'Wait a damn minute.'

You frantically sit upright looking for your phone before spotting it on the floor. You immediately grab it before widening your eyes in horror.

12:46 a.m.

'Shit.'

*knock knock knock*

The knocking of the metal door snapped you back into your senses, making you rush all over the room fixing your appearance while simultaneously packing a small bag.

*knock knock knock*

'There's no fucking way Keith broke into the Garrison. There's no fucking way he's outside my door. No fucking way.'

'Guess we'll just have to find out.'

Taking a big deep breath, you allow the metal door to open.

And you end up staring into the blue orbs of your flirtatious best friend Lance McClain.

A sigh of relief passes in between your breath and you smile as you lean against the frame of your door only then noticing Hunk's panicky presence behind the lanky male. Ignoring his nervousness, you wave at the soon to be yellow paladin, with him exchanging a fidgety smile and wave in return. 

Taking note of your sigh and smile, Lance speaks up with a cocky, goofy grin on his face.

"Woah there pretty lady, happy to see me?~" 

Rolling your eyes with an equally goofy grin on your face you respond.

"Ha! In your dreams McClain."

"But you're always in my dreams (y/n)!" he replies cheekily.

Playfully shoving the tall teen backward, you stifle a laugh. You always enjoy your time with Lance; it's always been like this, the playful banter, everything. Even since you met as kids at the Garrison.

"Okay! Okay! Jeez (n/n) so violent."

Rolling your eyes again, you take another look at the best friend duo before asking, "So, care to tell me why you're here in front of my dorm at like one in the morning?"

Lance opens his mouth only to have Hunk shove the both of you back into your room with him following and the metal door shutting behind the three of you.

Lance not liking how he was treated so roughly, started to whine, "Hunkkkk what was that forrr- MPPFH," only to get interrupted by Hunk placing a hand on both of your mouths.

"SHHH! We have to be quiet you guys," Hunk lowers his voice, "I heard a guard walking down the other hallway, I think he might turn the way next! Oh wait! I hear him shhhhh"

The three of you stood still and quiet as you hear the footsteps of the guard get closer and closer until eventually fading. 

After that very close call, you all sigh in relief as you had done a few minutes prior.

Suddenly remembering the conversation from a few minutes ago also made you become more aware of the time. Taking a look at the clock on your dresser, you curse under your breath.

12:57 a.m.

Quickly taking out your phone from your satchel, you curse again seeing the missed calls and text messages from Keith.

57 missed calls & 6 unread messages

keef♡

where are you?

sent 12:03 a.m.

(y/n) answer.

sent 12:07 a.m.

(y/n) pick up the damn phone! I know you're tired and I always drag you out late but come on pick up.

sent 12:09 a.m.

Okay, okay I'm sorry. Don't be mad at me.

sent 12:10 a.m.

(y/n) damn it. Now's not the time to be mad at me or to be sleeping. I think we might actually find something this time, I can feel it.

sent 12:15 a.m.

Fine then. I'll go on my own this time.

sent 12:17 a.m.

Ah shit. The only time Keith texts you first, and it's because you were being an idiot and accidentally bailed on him. Now he thinks that you've ditched him. Knowing him, he's gonna feel way more upset than you think because of what happened with his mom, dad, and Shiro. 

'Ah I fucked up this time didn't I?'

Breaking out of your thoughts, you realize that you have guests at the moment.

You whispered yelled at the two taller boys, "What are you two doing here?!"

Lance sulked, "Aw (n/n) I could've sworn you were happy to see us like five minutes ago."

"That was before you almost got me in trouble!"

And that's coming from the girl who sneaks out of the Garrison on a daily basis. But they don't need to know that.

Not yet at least.

Hunk (bless his soul) interrupts Lance once more as he opens up his mouth, "Lance here wants to do some "team bonding" so we were going to get both you and Pidge, but we saw Pidge run out of his dorm, but we still needed to get you and this is the worst team-building exercise ever."

Ahh that's right.

The four of you got scolded today after failing the simulation.

Hunk puked, Pidge removed his (you're still doubting if he is really a he, but no judgment there) safety harness, and Lance crashed the jet. You on the other received praise from Iverson after attempting to pull a safer (cough cough Lance) emergency landing, and trying to pull the team together.

Well, it's your job as the co-pilot to keep Lance in check, just like how you attempted to keep Keith in check. All your teachers and other friends warned you about sticking close to Keith. They never did understand that you two had a close bond.

You two grew up together after all.

--

"Seriously (l/n) stay away from Kogane. You're a bright kid, you got real skill. Don't get mixed up with that troublemaker."

You look down as Commander Iverson speaks to you.

"Well go along, break will be over soon enough. See you in class."

He walks down the hallway as Keith approaches you carefully as he enters from the other side of the nearby wall.

"You can stop you know. You always get in trouble for sticking with me. I'll understand." He says in a low voice looking down.

You, on the other hand, shoot your head up and quickly wrapping your arms around him surprising the young teen.

"Are you dumb?! I'd never leave you Keith! We'll go through thick and thin together remember?! If anything, you might be the one leaving me! You move too fast you might just leave me behind!" you exclaim while squeezing him tighter fully aware of the growing blush on your face.

He lightly laughs before wrapping his arms around your smaller frame squeezing you just as tight.

"Don't worry (y/n), I don't plan on it."

You refuse to let him go as you don't want him to see your red face, not knowing that he hasn't let go for the same reason.

--

As you both got older, around the disappearance of Shiro, Keith gets expelled, but the both of you still manage to keep in touch seeing as you frequently sneak out.

"Why don't you two go ahead? I was just about to get some shut-eye, so tell me how it goes tomorrow okay?"

Yes, sleep would be pretty nice, but in reality, you needed them to get out of here so you can find Keith.

Please say okay, please say okay, please say okay.

Scrunching his eyebrows, Lance denies your request, "What? No! You're part of the team, we need you there!"

'Damn it.'

--

Before you know it, you find yourself on the roof checking out Pidge's equipment.

"Stop touching my equipment!"

You and Hunk pouted.

--

Now, you find yourself and the other three spying on an alien ship on a small ledge after hearing the emergency lockdown announcement at the Garrison.

You blinked. 

"Hmm hey, Lance?"

"Yes (y/n)?"

"Why the hell are we here?"

Lance stopped looking through the binoculars to look up at you.

"We need to find out what's going on! But we'll never get past those guards to take a look."

Pidge types away on his computer.

Hunk sighs, "Aww yeah, I guess there's nothing else but to get back to the barracks right?" and he gets up from his crouching position and starts to leave. 

'Good idea Hunk.'

As you yourself start to head back, Pidge speaks up.

"Wait they set up a camera in there and I picked up its feed. Look."

The three of you gather around Pidge, only for your breath to hitch and for tears to start gathering in the corner of your eyes.

'Shiro?'

You think back to Keith's message.

"I think we might actually find something this time, I can feel it."

'Damn it, I hate it when he's right. I need to text Keith.'

You snap back into reality to dig through your bag only to hear Lance say, "No, what we need is a distraction."

As if on cue, a series of explosions go off in the distance.

'Oh no Keith I swear to God.'

"Ahh are those the aliens?! Are they here?! They got here so quick!" 

Hunk continues to freak out, but Pidge interrupts him.

"No, those explosions were a distraction! For him. The Garrison is heading towards the blast, while he's sneaking through the other side!"

You could recognize that red hoverbike anywhere.

So, you quickly make your way down the small ledge ignoring the shouts of your friends.

"(y/n)! Wait! Oh that guy is always trying to one-up me!"

Lance quickly runs after you.

"Who is it?" Hunk asks.

"Keith!"

"What?! Are you sure?!" Hunk is quick on Lance's heels.

By now, you're way ahead of the three.

"Who?!" Pidge questions.

"(y/n)'s boyfriend!"

But not far enough to not hear that.

"I heard that Lance!"

--

(y/n's) Mental Bullshit Checklist

Find your lost brother figure✔️

Get chased by the Garrison✔️

Realize that your bestest friend might be mad and hurt because of you✔️

Today is just not your day.

*A few minutes prior*

"Nope, no, n-n-no no you don't. I'm saving Shiro."

As Lance makes his way over to Keith and Shiro, you find yourself locking your (e/c) eyes with Keith's purple ones.

His eyes widened, not noticing Lance taking Shiro's other arm. 

'Wait. Is that a metal prosthetic?'

"(y/n)?"

Snapping back into reality, (you seem to be spacing out a lot recently) you try and wrap yourself around this delicate situation.

Keith thinks you abandoned him on something that means a lot to him.

Keith is possibly mad at you.

Keith finds Shiro only for you, Lance, Hunk, and Pidge to barge in.

Keith might be thinking you left him alone for those three.

Keith looks hurt.

Your already teary eyes soften along with your voice, "Keith I-", only to get cut off by Keith himself.

"Who are you?" he quetions looking at Lance.

'Ouch.'

'I guess I deserved that.'

"Who am I? Uhh the name's Lance?"

Lance blinks waiting for Keith to recognize him. When he doesn't he speaks again.

"Uhh we were in the same class in the Garrison."

Keith still not recognizing him asks, "Really? Were you an engineer?"

Lance tired of his confusion clarifies, "What no. I'm a pilot. We were like rivals. You know, Lance and Keith neck and neck, and with (y/n) breaking up all our fights."

You deadpan at the brown-haired boy.

'Does he mean those petty fights where Keith doesn't acknowledge him, and I end up dragging him away?'

As if suddenly remembering, Keith says, "Oh wait I remember you. You're a cargo pilot."

"Well not anymore, I'm fighter class now thanks to you washing out."

Keith being Keith sarcastically congratulates him.

"Seriously, how are you (y/n)'s bestest friend?! You don't even know anything about her other best friends? And what's with the attitude?! I swear! I always tell her to stay away! You're a bad influence on her!"

You warn the blue-eyed boy, "Lance..."

"What?! I'm just trying to look out for you!"

*Flashback end*

Now, the five of you along with an unconscious Shiro are all on Keith's red hoverbike with the Garrison hot your trail.

Keith's driving, you're behind him, behind you is Lance, the Pidge and Shiro, and finally Hunk in the back.

Hunk's panicky voice carries through the air, "Oh man, Mr. Harris just wiped out Mr. Montgomery! No no, he's fine."

Keith speaks to you without looking back, "(y/n) hold on."

You quickly wrap your arms around his masculine chest.

'At least he isn't that mad to ignore me completely.'

"Big man lean right!"

Hunk quickly listens and leans right guiding the overworked machine to the right making it jump to another rock structure. That maneuver efficiently stops one of the two Garrison vehicles chasing you. 

Your heart is pounding realizing that you're all heading towards a cliff.

"Uhh guys?!" Hunk promptly points out what you've just been dreading. "Is that a cliff up ahead?!"

You hear the screaming of your teammates behind you and Keith leans forward forcing you to do the same. He grips and twists the handlebars making the bike speed up while confirming Hunk's question.

"Yup."

You don't even have to look at him to know he has that hot stupid smirk on his face.

'Damn it. My heart just skipped a beat, and it's not because we're falling off a cliff.'

Lance continues to scream at Keith.

"What are you doing?! You're gonna kill us all!!"

Not giving Keith the time to respond, you answer Lance with your own yell while squeezing your eyes shut and squeezing Keith even tighter.

"Lance just shut up and trust him!"

Smoothly maneuvering his bike, Keith "lands" back on solid ground and zooms away.

You guys were alive.

Barely.

But that's beside the point.

(y/n's) Mental Bullshit Checklist

Save Shiro✔️

Almost get caught by the Garrison✔️

Almost die falling off a cliff✔️

Feel Keith's masculine chest✔️

--

You, Shiro, and Keith look at the sky as the sun begins to rise.

Once again, you blank out as you try to wrap your head around what had happened in the past few hours, missing Shiro and Keith's conversation and Shiro calling out your name.

 "(-/n)"

"(y/n)"

"(y/n)!"

A sudden shake of your shoulder snapped you back into reality, making you turn your head towards Shiro who was looking at you worriedly and Keith who was looking down and his feet.

'Ah.'

'He's still upset.'

"Are you feeling okay (y/n)?" Shiro asks worriedly.

You look up at him, with a smile on your face and you cheerfully answer his question.

"Ahh Shiro, you haven't changed, always acting like a dad huh? If anything I should be asking you that question!"

His face showed mild surprise but then he chuckled and ruffled your hair making you squeal. 

"You haven't changed much either (y/n). I'll be heading inside, are you two okay out here or are you gonna follow?"

Once again your focus falls on the rising sun.

"Nah, I think I'll just stay here for a bit longer. I can meet you guys in there a bit later."

"Okay, just be careful. You Keith?"

"I think I'll stay here a bit longer too. You can go meet up with the others."

You inwardly flinched. The two of you were going to be alone.

"Alright, I'll head back inside."

Now, it was just the two of you.

A light breeze past by, and you shivered. It was only then you realized you didn't have a jacket.

'I guess I didn't realize it was cold with everything going on.'

Your thoughts were once more interrupted by something getting draped around your shoulders.

Your eyes widened and you look over your shoulder to see Keith looking away from you now only in his black v-neck shirt. 

You bashfully look away as you hold the collar of his jacket close so it stays on your shoulders, with your left arm hugging your body to keep the warmth. You mutter a quiet thanks only to have been met with silence.

It was like that for a while, until you couldn't help but speak.

"Keith I can-"

"Why were you with them?"

With your body now turned as to get a good look at him, you frowned as you process his question and because he still wouldn't look at you.

"Keith, they're my team, even if I didn't want to, I'd still go anyway. They're my best friends Keith you have to understa-"

"Are we not a team? Are we not best friends?"

You visibly irk as you get interrupted yet again.

"I never said that."

"You were thinking it."

"Dammit Keith! Let me talk!"

The purple-eyed boy finally turns to look at you with an agitated look on his face.

"Why should I?! You'll just leave like how everyone else did! It won't matter."

Frankly, you were hurt. Did he really think that you'd just leave him after years of memories and a childhood of growing up alongside each other? But, you understood why he was so upset. He was scared. 

Not wanting to lose your childhood friend and your first love, you try and defuse the situation. 

"Keith, I understand why you're so agitated right now, it's okay, I understand, I know-"

"Know what (y/n)?! You know nothing! You don't know anything! You don't understand anything!"

It's a good thing the both of you were at a far enough distance away from his shack.

He slowly walks towards you waving around his hands and arms to show how agitated he really was.

"What made you think you knew anything?!"

"Our friendship! Our trust! Our bond! Our everything Keith! Did any of that even matter to you?!"

"I don't think it mattered to you! If it did, you wouldn't have abandoned me! Especially since this was important to me!"

You couldn't believe your damn ears. You scoffed before yelling back, not caring about the tears starting to fall.

"I didn't fucking abandon you Keith! And don't you dare think that this thing was only important to you! Shiro means just as much to me and much as he does to you!"

"Then why the hell did you not show up?!"

"For God's sake, I was sleeping! Call it a lame excuse I don't care! Keith, I'm tired. Every single fucking day we're out till fucking daybreak. On top of that, I have class! I have training! It's fine for you because you don't even go to school anymore! You can sleep all day then explore all night! Me? I run every single day with less than four hours of sleep. It's a fucking blessing to even get one. I understand that you're scared! Cause I am too! We grew up together Keith! Do you know how devastated and worried I was after you got expelled?! I thought that was the end for us! Here you are yapping that you have it rough, that I abandoned you, and some other bullshit while I have it just as bad!"

        Your voice was raw and cracking, tears streaming down your face, eyes starting to puff up, but at this point you didn't care. You didn't care if the others could hear you, you didn't care that Keith stopped yelling, you didn't care that his eyes finally softened and weren't sharp and spiteful anymore, you didn't care.

        You didn't care because you felt your heart break. You want him to know. You want him to know how much you struggle every day, but most of all you want him to know how much you cared. You want him to know how much you care for him even if he doesn't really understand right now, even if he doesn't care for you as much as you do you, or if he doesn't care for you the way you want him to. You wanted him to know that you loved him. Him and only him. Even at the risk of rejection.

"(y/n)..."

"No! I listened to you, now you listen to me Keith Kogane! I understand that I hurt you! I understand that you have trust issues and that you don't want anyone to get too close only for them to leave, I understand! You don't want me to be another repeat of the people in the past; your mom, your dad, Shiro! I understand more than you think! I care about you so much so Keith...please."

At this point, Keith looked like he was going to cry too, and Keith never cries in front of you anymore.

"(Y-y/n) I-I didn't know. I-I'm sor-"

You stop him right there.

"Keith, you have nothing to apologize for. You didn't know cause I didn't tell you, I never wanted to tell you but but oh my God fuck. Keith, it's because I love you!"

There. It's out in the open. No going back now.

"I love you more than friends, more than best friends, more than siblings, Keith I love you with all of my heart! And it hurts so much seeing you like this. I don't need you to love me back, what I need you to do is to trust me. To trust me with everything you've got because there's no way in hell I'm going to get up and walk away from your life. I will always be there for you. I'm your best friend. Through thick and remember?"

You're choking on your own words, and your voice trembled with every other word you've said but it doesn't matter now. You did it. You confessed. Maybe now, your heart can be at peace.

You look up at the boy you've grown to love and you take a good look at him. His long dark locks, his captivating purple eyes, everything. 

You take a good look because you believe that this is going to be the last good one you'll have. The last one before he'll shy away from you. But that's okay. It's okay because you'll always be there for him even if he won't be there for you.

You remove his jacket from your shoulders and gently take his hands placing the jacket into them. You feel his eyes on you and you look up at him placing a gentle smile on your features. You watch as his tear-streaked face looks at yours with so many emotions. More emotions than you've ever seen on him. 

Your hands never left his and with one last act of bravery, you lean up and kiss his cheek. 

You gently pull your hands out of his, and turn towards his shack.

You turn around and bravely smile at him and say, "I'll be heading back inside now okay? If you need anything, you know who to find." 

You turn back around and you slowly walk away with one of your hands covering your mouth to cover up your soft sobs. You just really wanted a hug, and you plan on getting four big ones.

As for Keith, Keith can't seem to move.

Don't get mixed up, no no he isn't frozen because he couldn't believe his best friend just confessed to him.

Well actually that was one of the reasons, but that's not important right now.

Your confession and love? Oh boy, he thought that was only a crazy, hopeless dream. Something that he could've never thought would happen.

Let's face it, the boy's in love with you.

Head over heels really.

How could he not be?

You were a godsend in his eyes. You were kind to basically person that you've met, you're compassionate, you're intelligent, and so much more. Your good looks were only a bonus. And one of the most important things was that you were always there. 

You were there to defend him, you were there to comfort him, you there to just be with him.

You were always there. You were there when he cried over his mom, you were there when his dad died, you were there when he found out about Shiro. You were right, the two of you went through thick and thin.

Getting back to the point, he couldn't seem to move was because he hurt you.

Yes, Keith can be an ass, but he's always made sure not to accidentally hurt you in any way shape, or form, but he did.

Seeing you with Lance, Hunk, and Pidge hurt. It stung like hell, but after what just happened, he knowing what he just did hurt far worse, but it hurt just a little bit more realizing that you would've probably planned on not letting him know about your struggles and pain ever. But, something changed, something changed your mind, so you told him.

Just like you wanted, you put your feelings and inner turmoils out in the open, and now he knows. 

Seeing you standing there, pouring your feelings out to him voice raw and filled with emotions tears rapidly falling down your face, your trembling body, it, it was just too much for him.

And after you said that if he needed something, anything, he could go find you; it made him realize how he truly doesn't deserve you.

Yes, he has thought of it before. He can't help it with what seems like every single person in existence telling you that he's bad news or their doubts of him, and with his own insecurities. Truth be told, their words always end up right back into his head, no matter how long it's been.

"Stay away from Kogane"

"Don't get mixed up with that troublemaker."

'You don't deserve her.'

"(y/n) is that guy really your friend? He seems like he's a cold person."

"(y/n) that guy is trouble! Why do you hang out with him?!"

'She's too good for you.'

"Seriously, how are you (y/n)'s bestest friend?!"

"I always tell her to stay away! You're a bad influence on her!"

But even with all those words meant to scare you away, you stayed. He couldn't help but remember the words you told him long ago.

"Are you dumb?! I'd never leave you Keith! We'll go through thick and thin together remember?!"

It was then when Keith made his decision.

--

You were almost at the front door. Surprisingly not one of the four boys three actually, but you didn't know that yet checked outside after all that yelling. Not like they heard any of it

You were lost in your thoughts. Thoughts about Keith, your past, your pain, who would give the most comforting hug right now probably Hunk when someone I wonder who it could be grabbed your wrist and tugged you back so you would be facing him.

Knowing who it was you kept your eyes shut as if you didn't, you knew you were going to cry.

But Keith was stubborn. You of all people know that better than anyone.

"(y/n) look at me."

Keith was stubborn but it didn't mean that you weren't too.

Keith's voice cracked.

"(y/n) please."

Your resolve wavered, and it seems your hesitation was obvious as Keith softly spoke, "You don't have to say anything, I just want you to hear what I have to say."

You hesitantly opened your eyes and you could already feel your eyes watering again.

Keith's entire being seemed to deflate soften at your state.

"Okay, I know I don't deserve you, much less deserve you taking your time to listen to me right now but I just want you to know that I love you."

Your eyes widened. You weren't sure what you were expecting but it certainly wasn't that.

"Keith, if you're just saying that to-"

"(n/n) I promise you that I'm not just saying it because you said it to me. I'm saying it because I truly do love you."

Your voice was stuck in your throat and you gently shake off his hold on your wrist. You opt for wrapping your arms around yourself.

Your glassy eyes showed confusion and panic.

"I-I don't understand," you shakily argued.

"(y/n) you've always been there for me and that's something I will always be grateful for, and it's one of the many reasons why I fell for you."

You didn't respond. Instead, you continued to listen to him. You listened to him because he was allowing himself to be vulnerable.  Even Keith was surprised by his own actions. Yes, times and times again has this broken boy show you his vulnerability, but he always made the effort to do so in a private setting.

Not right outside his door with his brother figure and three strangers waiting for him inside.

Keith gently tilts his head, "(y/n)..."

"Thank you. Thank you so much."

You softly gasped, not expecting the purple-eyed boy to give you his thanks.

From your angle you see a small smile on the boy's face which make your eyes water even more than they already have and your tears once again fall down your face, but at a slower speed.

"I will always appreciate you, and I will always be grateful for all the things you've done for me growing up. I love you. I love you so much, but I'm so sorry that I've been hurting you all this time. I understand if you'd rather go out with Lance seeing as he looks out for you-"

You cut him off with a tight hug that is filled to the brim with love, affection, and warmth. So much warmth. Keith is remain frozen not knowing what to do.

He wants to hug you so badly, but remains from doing so because he doesn't want to hurt you again, but he hears you mumble something that gives him so much reassurance, so much that he forgets all about his insecurities involving you.

"It's okay, Keith. We're okay."

With that, Keith's eyes start to glisten and he gives in and just lets go of reality for a moment to hug you. To hug you and let his tears fall because he knows he's safe with you.

That you are his home and he is yours in return. 

--

(y/n's) Mental Bullshit Checklist

Release and spill all your feeling onto best friend✔️

Act like a crybaby in front of your best friend✔️

Confess to your best friend✔️

Think you get rejected by best friend✔️

Find out your feelings are reciprocated ✔️

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omake!! :D

"Are you two getting inside or not?! We kinda have an alien problem on our hands!!"

You and Keith jolt out of your hug not expecting to be interrupted by your team pilot at such a vulnerable bonding moment. The both of you turn your heads to see Lance sticking himself out the window shaking his fist into the air as if he was an old geezer yelling at little kids to get off his lawn.

You see Keith visibly irk and you sweat drop seeing Lance duck back inside closing the window letting out a small shriek.

"Remind me to stab him later."

You look up at the boy who's still glaring at the now closed window and softly chuckle before letting out a small "don't" but a teeny weensy small side of you secretly not minding the planned assault.

You hoped Lance knew how dodge. 

--

[bl--ankhaeji]

Johnny (timestamp)

Pairing - Johnny x Reader

Genre - Smut 

Warning - Oral sex Fem! receiving, basically making love, unprotected sex, kinda poop ending because I did not have the mental capacity to come up with more rn and I wanted to get it posted today

W.count - WOop WOop Lookie I looked at it today so you get one after forever 2.1k exactly 

AN - also kinda semi edited look at me go,, Yea that post I made like two day ago in the middle of the night about the idea well....I picked Johnny

12:30 a.m.

The sound of the front door shutting softly echoed throughout the connected room as the tall male stepped into the house; the low thump of his footsteps against the floor and the jingling of his keys were the only thing to be heard in the deathly silent house. Hanging his jacket on the rack beside the door and putting his bag in the closet he leisurely makes his way to the hallway bathroom, figuring you must be asleep already he didn’t want to wake you by using the en suite bathroom in your room.

After showering he walks inside your shared room clad in a single towel wrapped around his waist only to see you sound asleep with the blanket pulled over you. A gentle smile filled with a radiant warmth appears on his face as he stands silently watching you sleep peacefully. You always take on somewhat of a childlike innocence whenever you sleep. Shaking his head he steps into the closet changing his clothes as quickly as humanly possible so he can jump right in bed next to you. 

He walks out of the closet, eyes immediately darting to look at you as he walks over to the bed and cradles your cheek in his hand. His soft lips land on your forehead giving you a lingering kiss before you start to squirm under the covers. Fearing he has awakened you he steps back as he watches you throw the covers off of your body revealing your bare lower half as you let out a needy whimper. 

You had been wearing nothing but a big t-shirt that had ridden up exponentially under the cover. It’s then that he notices you cuddling the teddy bear plushie he had gotten you a few anniversaries ago. Memories of him handing it to you telling you to use it whenever you missed him flashed through his mind. The happiness in your eyes once you saw it was something he would never forget. 

The rustling of the bedspread filled the room again as you let out another wanton whimper, your legs slightly opening. He could see the wetness from where he stood. How dare you dream something so filthy whilst looking so innocent. He could feel himself twitch in his sweats as he watched you open yourself for the whole world to see so lewdly. 

“Johnny,” dripped from your lips like honey in a breathless moan. Said male whipped his head to look at you upon his name being said. If he wasn’t hard before then he was as hard as gemstone now. His name acted as the straw that had broken the camel's back because as soon as it was spoken it made way for a series of sultry moans to leave your lips like water flowing from a stream. 

Your hips rolled as you opened your legs wider for the dream him. A rough “Fuck” left his mouth as he watched you grind your hips lightly into the air. With all traces or thoughts of sleep gone from his mind Johnny makes his way in between your spread legs. His hands land on your thighs gripping them for dear life as he lowers his head to your wet core. His lips touch your lower ones as he takes in your scent. 

Tongue slithering out to have a taste he feels your body convulse upon contact and seeing your hole clenching on air so ready and waiting for him causes the man to break. 

Awakening from your more than sweet dream about your boyfriend you feel something moving in between your legs. Raising your head slightly you see the same view that you just woke up from, “Oh shit- Johnny yes right there.” You let out when you feel his tongue enter you. At the sound of your voice the man in question raises his eyes to look into your now open ones. 

Disconnecting his head from your private parts he crawls up the span of your body. Eyes meeting yours as he hovers directly over you. “You had a nice sleep princess?” He asks with a tilt in his voice, his lips lightly grazing yours, as you angle your head just the tiniest bit so that your lips can connect, before he moves away, not giving you what you so desperately need. You let out a deprived cry at the now amused man as you feel just about ready to beg. Your dream had left you extremely horny and very wet and all you wanted was for Johnny to fuck the life out of you, but you couldn’t even seem to get a measly kiss.  

“You’re such a needy baby. First having a wet dream about me, spreading your legs for anyone’s viewing pleasure and now you’re so desperate just for a kiss.” He works his hand back down to your dripping heat running his fingers up and down your slit, gathering your wetness and spreading it around. “You feel how soaked you are baby, all that just from a dream If I wanted I could fuck you right now with no prep.” At that he quickly sticks two fingers into you with no hesitation at all, moving his fingers at a brisk pace. A low moan resonates through the air as you instantly try closing your legs, the feeling of the wound up band in your stomach becoming tighter. 

“Always so responsive for me baby.” He leans down and finally gives you what you want by melding his lips with yours. A shaky breath leaves your mouth as you feel his tongue that still tastes of you invade your mouth. He curls his fingers up, rubbing them against the roof of your insides. 

Pulling away from your lips he starts to make his way to your neck using it as a landscape for his own creative use. His teeth on your skin mixed with his hot breath feels euphoric as your breath gets caught in your throat. His lips and tongue work as one leaving a burning trail of hickies on your body. 

His hands move to lift your shirt just enough so that his lips can latch onto your breasts leaving his mark on the expanse of your boob. His teeth nip at your areolas causing your nipples to itch with want. Looking up at you he lets his wet tongue lick the area of one of your nipples as slow as he possibly could enclosing his mouth around the bud until he lets go with a pop. Working his way back in between your legs, “I want you to be as still as possible for me princess.” He places his mouth back onto your wet core as he dives in like a man starved. 

The sounds of Johnny taking the soul out of your body reverberates throughout the room as his tongue and fingers work your insides. “S-shIT.” you squeal out stuttering on the ‘s’ “Johnny I-I’m close please baby.”  You put your hands on his head, the bed sheets rustling as he tightens his grip on your thighs roughly pulling you closer to his working mouth. Your hips move uncontrollably, forgetting about what he said and just trying to reach that peak that inches closer each second, then he stops. 

Looking up at you, his head moving to nibble at your thighs,“Babygirl I thought I asked you to be still for me, huh?” Your eyes start watering as you feel the impending orgasm slowly die down. You’re just about ready to throw a tantrum at the missed chance as you mewl out an I’m sorry Johnny. “Now will you be a good girl for me and stay still like I told you?” 

“I promise I’ll be a good girl. I’ll be the best girl ever just please keep going.” You rush out ending with a breathless moan. Instead of going back to the place you needed him, his lips continued to lay heated kisses on your thighs slowly moving closer to the center of your thighs. Groaning you look the teasing male in the eyes silently begging him to stop playing. A deep chuckle resonates from his chest as he finally gives you what you want.

Fingers entering you once again his tongue lays flat on your clit licking it so that you can feel every single taste bud rub against you as he speeds up answering your prayers. Shakes wrack your body as the orgasm hits you suddenly, unexpectedly. But he doesn’t stop, his mouth works harder as he forces another smaller orgasm out of you. 

His grip on your thighs only gets tighter, so tight that you know for sure that there’ll be handprints as he feels you try to close your legs on his head. ”Johnny, I want you in me.” You whine out as your hips squirm trying to get away from his mouth.

He stands up,”Okay baby.” Pulling his pants down he makes his way up the bed. His brown eyes make contact with yours as he shifts his body against you. Your hand grabs his hard shaft the weight of it weighing on your hand as you feel the heat radiating from it. Slowly sliding it in you can feel his dick opening you the stretch feeling otherworldly. “Fuck,” you breathed out in a sigh.

Johnny sat there reveling in the warmth, “Shit, so fucking tight baby.” His hips start rotating moving in and out of you slowly. He can feel you clenching and unclenching on his engulfed cock. Your legs wrap themselves around his waist, heels digging into his ass you roll your hips in time with his. Lowering his head down to kiss your lips Johnny starts to lazily kiss you, his soft lips caress yours as his tongue invades your mouth gliding against yours. One of his hands makes its way from the bed onto your body as he slowly fondles your breast.  

His hands and mouth pose a stark contrast to his hips as he slams himself deeper into your entrance. Johnny’s pace is gentle yet brutal, loving yet animalistic, but he somehow manages to still kiss you softly as if he wasn’t fucking into you like a beast. You finally break the kiss for air only to realize there is none. All of it has left your lungs, you can barely breathe yet somehow you’re able to let out screams and moans of nothing but Johnny’s name. He has invaded you so much so that you can’t seem to think of anything other than the man who is balls deep in everything you have. Incomprehensible words flow out of your mouth as Johnny starts to pound your G-spot head on. 

Your hands palmed at his broad shoulders looking for something to ground yourself. Anything to keep you on this earth because Johnny was trying to take you to outer space. His moans didn’t go unnoticed as he stuck his head in the crook of your neck attempting to mute the sound of them. “Johnny, baby.” You move one of your hands to grab the side of his face positioning it so that he is staring directly into your soul. 

“Baby-” you violently fling your head back onto the pillow as a rough groan spills from your moist lips, “Oh-O I’m about to cum Johnny please cum with me Ohmygod please.” His hips stutter as you unknowingly clench around him. He spits out a shit as his hips start to piston inside of you. His forehead lays against yours as his hips stutter once again, “Oh shit oh fuckkk” he almost whines out as the most violent orgasm he’s ever had in his life zips through his body. You arch your back so far that you almost resemble a contortionist as a silent scream leaves your mouth. 

You don’t come back down until what felt like hours but was only a few minutes later. You lay immobile fading in and out of consciousness as mini orgasms still fly through your body. Johnny lays next to you chest heaving as he still tries to catch his breath. His arms encircle your body as he pulls you closer landing a kiss to your forehead cuddling up to you. You don’t even want to think about moving as you think about the mess you’ll have to clean up later on when you wake up, so you don’t. You lay in post orgasmic bliss glad that you have the real thing to cuddle instead of the bear version as you let yourself slip into unconsciousness. 

[misscorn]

Day 3

Winter/Rings

This one is extra late oops lol @sihjrweek THIS ALSO TOOK ENTIRELY TOO LONG TO WRITE SO ITS NOT PROOFREAD SO IF U SEE A MISTAKE NO U DIDNT

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"Anchan's birthday is in a week." Onodera Youko said, currently sitting at the dinner table across from her son, her husband absent.

Ritsu nodded as he pushed his food around on his plate. He was fully aware that March 14th, An's birthday, was fast approaching, but not for the reasons his mother was hoping. No, it was because March 14th was also White Day. Ritsu was both severely stressed and excited about it.

Ritsu planned on going on an aquarium date with his Senpai after school, thinking it'd be a little more special than their typical bookstore-pandaway combo. Not that Ritsu disliked this pattern at all! He just wanted to do something different for the holiday.

Then, they'd go back to Ritsu's house where the brunette would prepare dinner. His parents weren't going to be home since his dad always took his mother on a trip for White Day from the 14th to the 17th, so he figured it was the perfect time to finally invite Saga Senpai to his house! He had already started practicing cooking and baking the day after Valentine's Day. He figured he'd need as much practice as he could get, seeing as he had never done either of them before, but he was definitely improving!

Ritsu intended on making white chocolate chip cookies as a gift. Although his Senpai didn't particularly like sweets, it was tradition to give something white. So, he'd give the cookies in addition to some bitter dark chocolates that Saga was more likely to enjoy. Additionally, he'd give a white rose, since his Senpai had given him a red one and he thought it would be a sweet gesture to mirror. And...perhaps the most embarrassing and overkill gift idea of all: a jar full of paper origami stars that, when unfolded, have reasons he loves Saga written on them. His Senpai had asked him once before why he loved him and Ritsu simply didn't have the time or the courage to say all the reasons to his face, but he could definitely write them down!

"What do you plan on doing for her birthday?" Youko asked, interrupting Ritsu's thoughts about his string of plans.

"Oh, well, since it lands on a school day we were going to hangout over the weekend instead." Ritsu said. "But, I'm not really sure what to get her..." He admitted.

"Why don't you just spend time with her after school? It's not as special if you celebrate after her birthday's already passed. Plus, it's White Day. She did give you something on Valentine's day, didn't she?" Youko said. She recalled Ritsu coming home on Valentine's day, giddy and flushed as he held tupperware full of homemade chocolates. An was really such a sweet girl, going through the trouble of making the chocolates herself.

Ritsu felt a swirl of dread start to form in his stomach, recognizing his mother's tone. "Yes, but mother-"

"Its the polite and gentlemanly thing to do. Imagine; not spending White Day with your fiancée and to make matters worse, blowing off her birthday as well!" Youko said.

"Mother-"

"And as for what you can get her, I have a great idea." Youko smiled brightly. "Promise rings! Such a cute and meaningful gift, she'd love it." Youko continued.

"Anchan and I aren't a couple!" Ritsu did not mean to raise his voice, but his frustrations of being talked over got the best of him.

Youko's cheerful demeanor left her. "Don't be ridiculous, Ritsu. You and Anchan are a perfect match. She is a lovely, intelligent, kind girl from a fine background and she undoubtedly adores you. What more could you ask for?"

"Mother, I..." Ritsu trailed off and frowned. "I just-I don't like her that way!"

"You won't even give it a chance! Who could possibly be a better fit for you than Anchan?"

"I'm only fifteen, why do we have to start talking about marriage now?" Ritsu desperately wished his mother would let this go, but his mother was just as stubborn as he was.

"Because your future is important and should matter to you, Ritsu." Youko said. "You are spending White Day with Anchan and that's final. If you'd like, I can help you pick out a pair of promise rings." She offered, the happy tilt in her voice returning as she tried to force the conversation back on track.

Ritsu just mumbled something in assent in order to stop this awful conversation, fully intending on avoiding that little ring shopping trip. Let his mother believe that he would spend White Day with Anchan. What she didn't know wouldn't hurt her.

Ritsu tried to act normal around his Senpai for the rest of the week, (well, his version of normal, which was already a certain level of nervousness) but he could hardly contain himself.

"You're being weird." Saga commented on March 12th. Exactly 1 day, 8 hours, 14 minutes and 25 seconds before 12 A.M. on White Day. Yes, Ritsu was counting.

"S-S-Sorry, I just-um-I-I had something I wanted to ask you." Okay, this was it, deep breaths Onodera, deep breaths. "I was wondering if you w-wanted to...spendWhiteDaywithme?" Ritsu squeezed his eyes shut tight as he waited for an answer.

"...What the hell?"

Well, that wasn't a good sign.

"I thought we were already spending White Day together." Saga said. "Or did you forget what you said?"

"N-n-no, of course not, the opposite actually, I've been thinking about White Day nonstop and what I should do, what would be a fun date, what sort of presents I should get you-"

Saga glanced around the library to make sure they were alone as Ritsu rambled before he cut him off with a gentle kiss.

Ritsu blinked a few times, dazed and completely embarrassed, but undeniably happy.

"So, tell me these ideas you've been thinking about 'nonstop'." Saga echoed.

"Well, I want some of it to be a surprise." Ritsu said after he managed to get his thoughts back in order. "But I thought it'd be fun if after school we went to an aquarium together and then...my house for dinner."

"Your house?" Saga was surprised to say the least, his normally stoic face for once betraying him.

"U-Unless that's not okay?" Ritsu said, automatically assuming the worst, as he typically did. "We don't have to go to my house, we can do something else-"

"No, you can't take back the offer now. I'm coming to your house." Saga said quickly. He was endlessly curious about Ritsu's home and more specifically Ritsu's room, so he'd be damned if he let this opportunity slip by him.

Ritsu smiled a little and nodded before he became shy. "And um...my parents won't be home...s-so..."

"Ahhhhh, I see. Who knew you were such a pervert?" Saga teased, but his straight face and serious tone gave no hint to his playfulness.

If it were possible for humans to combust into flames on the spot, Ritsu would have done so. The younger teen shook his head vehemently as he made frantic and wild hand gestures. "No! I-I didn't mean it like-I'm not-!"

"I was just messing with you." Saga smirked a little bit. Normally he didn't really joke around like this, but Ritsu's reactions were priceless. Even in the beginning of their relationship Saga would never say something like that, but Ritsu managed to get deeper and deeper into his heart every day and break down more and more walls.

Ritsu's whole face was red, including the very tips of his ears. He looked away out of embarrassment, not knowing what to say.

Chu

Ritsu swore his body somehow heated up even more after Saga leaned forward to press a kiss on the back of his head.

"I'm looking forward to White Day. It'll be fun." Saga said. "I'm expecting to be impressed."

"Y-You're teasing me again." Ritsu complained.

'It's not my fault you make it so easy.' Saga thought.

White Day was sure to be fun this year and hopefully for many years to come.

...Or maybe not.

The day had started off fine, completely normal in fact. When Ritsu woke up his parents were already gone. They always left early in the morning.

Ritsu was completely exhausted. He had stayed up all night, excited and anxious about White Day, but Ritsu's exhaustion caused him to miss the small box and a note left for him in the kitchen.

It was such an innocent item with good intentions behind it.

It was a thoughtful gift that would surely be cherished.

It was going to ruin everything.

Ritsu had already made the cookies last night and had the dark chocolate, keeping both of them stored in his kitchen. He'd also purchased a white rose the previous day, telling his mother it was for Anchan when she asked about it. It probably didn't help to feed into the insane fantasy his mother had, but he didn't have any other excuses. The jar of stars was also hidden in his room underneath his bed. He'd spent at least 4 or 5 days making them all. He planned on giving Saga these gifts in privacy later today.

As the day went on, Ritsu started to think that maybe it would have been better for him just to cut class since he wasn't able to focus at ALL! An agonizing 7 hours later and he was released from his class, hurrying out front where he and Saga had agreed to meet after school.

Ritsu beat the older teen to the entrance, waiting for him as patiently as he could, unable to contain his bright smile once he saw him

'Damn it, why does he have to smile at me like that? I don't know if I'm going to survive today.' Saga thought as he walked over. "Hey."

"Hi, Senpai! H-Happy White Day..." Ritsu said, the latter half coming out a little quieter so no passing students would hear.

"No gift?" Saga didn't actually care about a present, excited to just spend the afternoon with Ritsu, but he couldn't pass the opportunity to mess with him.

"S-Senpai, don't tease me!" Ritsu complained with a pout. Shit, that expression wasn't good for Saga's heart. "They're at my house. But come on, let's go!" Ritsu's excitement returned to him quickly as he set off. Saga followed.

The aquarium was a little busy, so it didn't give Saga many opportunities to sneak attack Ritsu with PDA, but he still enjoyed himself. Of course, he watched Ritsu more than he watched the actual animals, but it was still a good choice for a date spot.

When they finally did have a moment alone, Saga reached out, gently taking Ritsu's hand into his. "Thanks for bringing me here."

Ritsu blushed, but felt electrified by the touch. "Of course, Senpai. I'm glad you're having fun." He smiled.

Saga couldn't deny he was enjoying himself, but what he was REALLY looking forward to was finally being in Ritsu's house! He had his own preconceived notions about Ritsu and how he lived, so he was curious about how right or wrong he was. And the hormonal teenager in him wanted to do it in Ritsu's bed.

But, when they finally left the aquarium and arrived at Ritsu's home, Saga wished that he had jumped into a damn fish tank instead.

Sitting on his Kouhai's porch was the girl who had given Ritsu chocolate on Valentine's day.

"Richan!" She stood when spotting them, looking angry. "Where have you been?" She asked, putting her hands on her hips.

"A-Anchan? What are you doing here?" Ritsu asked, genuinely confused.

"Didn't your mother talk to you? She called my mother and set up for us to spend the day together! For my birthday! We were supposed to meet after school, but you never showed so I came here, but you obviously weren't home." She frowned and crossed her arms.

"No! My mother didn't tell me anything about this." Ritsu said, going up to the front door and taking out his house key to unlock it.

Saga cleared his throat.

"Oh-uh-Anchan, this is Saga Masamune, Saga Senpai, this is Kohinata An." Ritsu hastily introduced them. Crap, this was bad, this was so bad!

"I think I recognize you...you and Richan hang out together at the library, right?" An said.

"Hai." Saga responded blandly.

"Well, it's nice to meet you." An said politely.

"Same." Saga looked away from her and An decided to ignore his rudely aloof nature. A friend of Richan's was a friend of hers, after all.

"Um, well, come in I guess..." Ritsu said before going inside, Anchan following.

What. The. Fuck. This girl already had her chance on Valentine's Day and, according to Ritsu, was rejected. Now she was going to interrupt White Day too? Saga was absolutely pissed, though he tried not to let it show as he walked inside.

"Um, I was going to make dinner, if you want to sit in the living room and relax..." Ritsu said awkwardly. He was with his two favorite people, so this shouldn't have been as bad as it was, but oh boy was it terrible.

"I'll help!" An offered with a smile.

Ritsu tried to insist that it was okay and that she was a guest and that she didn't have to, but An ignored him and marched into the kitchen. Ritsu couldn't do much other than shoot Saga an apologetic look before following her. Saga decided to trail behind him, not wanting the girl to have even a moment of alone time with HIS boyfriend.

"Hey, Richan, what's this?" An said, regarding the box on the table.

"Oh, I don't know. I guess my parents left it this morning before they left." Ritsu picked up the note and started to read it. His mother detailed the plans she had set up for An and Ritsu today in the note and also explained that inside the box was...

"Rings? Are these what I think they are Richan?" An asked after opening the box, her curiosity having gotten the better of her. She plucked the note out of Ritsu's hands, the boy frozen in terror as he realized what was happening. "They are! Promise rings! I'll have to thank your mother for getting them for us, they're so cute! Let's put them on!" An beamed.

SNAP

Saga turned and stormed out of the kitchen, Ritsu breaking out of his shock when he heard the front door open and slam shut.

Ritsu quickly ran after Saga, ignoring An's concern as she followed him out. "Senpai, wait!" He called after him, somehow managing to catch up.

"What the fuck, Ritsu?!" Saga whipped around to face him. Oh God, Ritsu had never seen him so angry. "You told me she was just a friend, that you rejected her!"

"She is! I did!" Ritsu insisted. "She's just a friend!"

"Then why the hell is your mom buying the two of you fucking promise rings?! On fucking White Day too!"

Ritsu started to tear up, but he couldn't cry. He needed to explain everything before he lost the person he loved. If he started crying then he wouldn't be able to get a word out.

"W-We're in an arranged marriage." He admitted, feeling so ashamed for not telling his Senpai the truth earlier. "But I don't like An like that! Its a fantasy created by our parents and I've told my mother over and over again that I won't go through with it! A-An and I are not a couple and we're not getting married!" Ritsu insisted.

'Please, please, please believe me, he has to believe me, please.' Ritsu silently begged.

Saga looked between Ritsu and An, who was standing on the porch. He clenched his jaw, shaking his head and refusing to meet Ritsu's eyes. "Looks like you're the only one who thinks that way." He turned and walked off again, Ritsu staring helplessly as he did. The image of his Senpai blurred with tears before they finally started to fall.

[thelostandforgottenangel]

Good Morning everyone! I'm back!

 I am happy to say that it is over, any reported harassment's against me were investigated; I had to send so much crap in and was told to wait; I was not guaranteed anything but it is luckily over and I can move past that and enjoy my followers and dear Tumblr family once again

Thank you for the few who gave me the support; I did get the messages whoever you are, I really would like to put a face to them but will not post them publicly to keep everyone safe. 

Now I want to take this time to apologize to everyone for whatever I did because for the two people I had contact with talked me out of a very permanent plan to officially leave here if I lost my page after many years of being able to confide in people who cared and built me up because this is my safe zone; my safe haven away from my reality which I do need my escape to forget for just a second. 

Returning to Tumblr after a forced hiatus, I was just happy to be back and check on my loved ones; getting my new phone in and finally having access to the internet again had me so happy until I got a message I did not fully understand

Now I had just returned; I had no clue what was going on when this happened and, yes, it upset me deeply to be delighted to talk to somebody I considered a friend and instead while replying to ask how they were doing wanting to be sure they were okay ((Understanding the person had been having troubles before I vanished I was looking in on a friend)) before the chat showed they had blocked me right after

Like everyone on here except one person; there is no way to contact me if I go missing. If I am not here due to I either: 1.) not having internet thanks to the person in control of it or 2.) functioning with a broken phone meaning - I did not get updates unless it was somebody who knew who to contact

I had no other way of reaching out since the friend is no longer active here after leaving months ago.

I had no clue what was transpiring and, Lexi, who anyone who has followed me since the beginning, is my lovely Anonymous penpal who sends me writing ideas for stories and the only real reason I left anonymous asks active because she, like me, suffers from extreme anxiety was trying to boost positivity for me because she understood my situation and the place I am in

I understand now she contacted a lot of people looking for me because; my anon messaging was finally turned off weeks before I left right after I stood up to my bully – I am sorry for that I did not get to say goodbye to anyone because it happened without warning and to those who knew what was going on I knew you would understand, and I know I worried a few people, it was never my plan to be such an inconvenience 

Now at some point in the last few days, I had a dear friend send me some things in a submission that I never saw and wish I never had, thankfully; I know now, and for the sake of their sanity and to keep from adding any more drama or toxic actions to our wonderful fandom, they will remain unnamed because I do not want them catching any hate

Nobody here deserves hate.

So I will not be posting the original nor will I release the creator's name; this was a problem between us it stays between us because I do not wish ill on you; I hope you are successful and are having no more issues, I know returning to my page and not seeing any anon hate in my box after ten days is very refreshing for a change

I have seen everything said about me in three possibly four separate posts since it was all sent to me as one with little separations in-between, and I’m okay with it; I guess I have to accept this is how you feel I have nothing else to say on the matter

What you are saying is fine; I’m not going to let it get me, that is your opinion, and as human's, we are all allowed to have an opinion 

Now, I don't know if you will see this, but I don’t think you are crazy in any way; I think you are intelligent and you have a huge heart; in our IM's you told me about your disorder also about you mental problem and like I said there I still understand; it runs in my family and, thankfully it bypassed me; but I still have compassion for those battling mental illnesses since I do have a few myself

I didn’t know about the ask you got until you mentioned it before I returned, and since mentioned by my best friend that she got one too earlier in the day I already knew who you were talking about

I had just seen it when I got blocked, and I didn’t fully get to read it until this morning when I was finally able to log on, and yes, I privately told you who that anon was because I had told her what a sweet person you were encouraging her to friend you, I have no idea how I lied but it is okay too

I was not here for those hate messages nor was I involved in anything I get too much hate daily when I am here to even dream of sending it but, nobody will believe me except anyone who has ever interacted with me

In your post, you warned people about three of those five people (Again; the ones I know about will not be named) 

I only tried to interact once with your Raph; the response was enough to discourage me from ever trying again; you were stressed I got that because of everything going on I can only imagine you felt like it was an attack, I did not want an RP I just needed somebody to talk to that night, and, for once I didn't go directly to private messages as I do with everyone, that was my fault so I deserved the blow up even if I did not know about that RP until you explained. I apologized, profusely because I felt bad for bringing up – it was to talk, something many know I am not good at, I didn’t know the subject would hurt you; we had never interacted but you had offered to interact with me at one time if I needed you and trying to heal I attempted to reach out on the only thing I had seen on your page a long time ago

I don't get to RP for me haven't for a long while now, but I try to make others happy

But I am sorry I made an effort to reach out; you didn't need that

So if you are in the TMNT fandom, please be cautious because I only seem cause problems for the people I care for

You blocked me, you have your reasons, and yes, I do respect them and, after this post, it is in the past; I hope you are doing and getting along well

And guys, I can’t and will not give the name of this person or do it privately because I don’t want them catching any hate, but please, by all means, if you ever find their blog follow them; they are so talented and deserve so much love from this fandom

Lastly, while I will be staying on Tumblr because I do not want to leave any of you, I will be making several changes to my several pages soon to make sure this never happens again and to all my followers; I love you guys, and for that, I will no longer be posting struggles on here anymore even though I only gave you guys a penny in a 10-gallon bucket because I needed comfort that was too much; my problems are my burden, not yours; and I can not say how sorry I am that I ever put that on any of you

Nobody needs to know what their friends are dealing with when we come here to be happy because it is too much to put on anyone not personally dealing with it, so you will only see the sadness in my stories and only see the struggle in my art 

My ask box will be open; anon will alternate day to day but, any hate I hope not to see will be deleted immediately; if your face is on the lovely message; you will be blocked right there just like the last 12 people since quarantine started for me in February

Also, while I am still here *this is a scheduled post it is 4 a.m. my time will post, hopefully after I am asleep cause my sleep schedule is grossly off* I do not want ANY hate streaming from this post, I know my followers will not do that to anyone; this is just me getting it out of my system 

We are breaking the chain of toxicity right here! We were not meant to be friends in this lifetime but maybe the next

Tumblr, at one point, was always a beautiful, safe place for many of us who needed a way out of our situations; and when I joined in 2014 as a supernatural blog I was run off, then I came back again in 2016 for TMNT and found my family some of us just wanted a place to be us; to not be judged for who we were, it needs to go back to that for all of its members soon.

We have already lost way too many wonderful creators from here let's not lose any more

And if you have noticed a difference in the last three months, mostly pertaining to my writing; I downloaded Grammarly and started taking classes with my old English teacher on ZOOM who, bless her heart, had to deal with my dumbass in school because I suck at punctuality.

I was very self-conscious about admitting that, but somebody reminded me there is no shame in learning something again and I have been working hard

[loulougoingsolo]

Spot the big bird

I woke up this morning around 6 a.m. to the sound of a pheasant rooster screaming toot-toot under my window. After that, there was wing flapping, as the bird hopped to another spot. He kept making noise all morning, making it impossible for me to sleep. I don’t normally wake up at 6 a.m. on a Saturday, so the rest of my day has been more or less foggy. But I think I get 50 points for spotting a big bird, right?

In this week’s vlog, Rhett and Link go biking by the L.A. river. I know we are currently mostly making jokes about Rhett’s hair going wild, but can I just say that Link looks a bit like an older lady who has just removed the curlers from their hair after the night and forgot to do the final swoop through the curls, in the beginning of the video? (I admit I occasionally have that hair-do, too, even without the curlers. But I feel I had to mention his hair.)

I’m a simple girl living in the country side, and for me, the idea of a river turned into a concrete ditch is a bit odd - even though I know my brother living in a more urban environment, often goes biking by a similar “constructed” river. Not knowing anything about the L.A., I went on to google the bicycle route the guys are taking in this video, and was glad to find out it has its own Wiki page, in case you’re interested!

It seems there is a bit of a power play going on between the guys, as the drive to the start of their path. Rhett is driving this time, but Link is more familiar with the biking route, so who is in charge? I don’t quite know how a bike trip could be turned into a commune living arrangement type of a situation, or how a commune could suddenly turn into a sex cult, but evidently, whoever tells the others they can only have sex with the one in charge, but not with each other, is the leader. So...how does this apply to biking? Also which is it, if there is always a leader? And how the heck did we get to sex cults this early in the video?

I just love how self-concious Rhett is feeling about wearing the bicycle helmet. And, he actually asked for Link’s opinion about which helmet he should wear. I think it’s very adorable, really, and I just love how Link always finds new, innovative ways to compliment Rhett’s mane. This is the first time I’ve heard the word asinine, but Link says it in the most loving way possible, and to be quite honest, he isn’t wrong. But thankfully, Rhett fixes his lopsided hair, and everything works out just fine.

I have to say, bicycle helmets make me feel very self-concious, too. I actually have a helmet that is almost identical to the one Link has - solid black and practical. Why do we need to feel stupid when wearing something that can literally save our lives? (But since helmets do look kinda stupid, at least solid black goes with everything.) And here’s a Grandson of Anarchy, Rhett McLaughlin, for y’all to enjoy, in his full glory:

We have more lakes than rivers around where I live, and most bicycle routes here are basically dirt roads surrounded by rural landscape, but I think I prefer it that way. The scenery around the L.A. river is too open, too loud and way too constructed for my liking, but there is something very grandiose about the river. Rhett also looks pretty grandiose next to Link. I should be used to their size difference by now, but Link looks so tiny, again. He’s small enough to fit in Rhett’s pocket.

I wasn’t getting at all bored by watching the guys on their bikes, but I admit, the idea of a scavenger hunt is pretty appealing, even if the guys probably won’t find people with old money in the river. But there might have been someone rich there, since who in their right mind throws away a fairly functional looking stroller? Don’t they cost a fortune?

I don’t think the river cleaning crew was joking about finding dead bodies in the river. I know in the nearest bigger city in my area, which has a rapid with dams running across the centre, they empty the river of all water every now and then (usually in the spring), and bodies have been found more than once. (Which reminds me, one time I was on a bicycle ride with my mom, and we took a short cut through the woods, and found a dead goat there. It was horrible. It smelled so bad. There were flies everywhere. And now I’ve given everyone reading this nightmares. Sorry.)

I just realized that the L.A. river was probably where they filmed that one chase scene in Terminator 2. Am I right? I knew those concrete slopes looked somehow familiar. No wonder I had an unpleasant feeling about that river. I saw T2 way too young - they should never have allowed me into the theater at the age of 12. But never mind about that.

There is a lot of junk in that river, and it does make me kinda mad, too, just like Rhett. I once found a whole VCR  in the place I like to go pick mushrooms, so a VHS tape in a river isn’t surprising. One thing good about the digital age is that there aren’t quite that many old VHS or mix tapes lying around. The mix tape of 2020 is a Spotify playlist, I guess.

Since I clearly have nothing better to do, I ended up doing an internet search on different cross symbols, to find the one carved in the tree stump Rhett and Link find. It appears to be a cross potent. No idea why one would be in L.A. river, unless it’s just a very complicated way to make the tree stump rot quicker.

I think my new favourite thing is seeing Link just give up and start laughing, after trying to get Rhett talk about littering without threatening to kill someone. I think it’s only fair to talk trash about people who throw their trash in nature, and a message coming from an angry biker is probably a good idea. But I just love hearing Link snort and giggle.

After the rat chase vlog, and today’s episode, I think there soon is enough material for a full Rhett and Link horror movie. I would love to hear what the people, who asked if everything was okay with the guys, were thinking. One day, the title of these vlogs is going to be “The One Where They Get Arrested”.

I’m not a qualified gif maker, so I can’t capture all the pelvic thrusts of this vlog in their full glory. As enjoyable as it was to see the guys do their solo acts, some things just are more fun when done together. My only excuse for the edit below is that if they have the audacity to film something like this without even moving the camera between takes, they are asking to be edited together. It took me less than 5 minutes to do the edit, which, yes, is pretty crappy, but I just couldn’t miss the opportunity, when it was served to me on a silver platter.

[that-damn-clown-movie]

IT/Stranger Things Quotes based off things that have been said in my IT/ST Roleplay group on discord

Btw we still need some people to play characters so if you’re interested just PM me and I’ll tell you who’s available!! We all have crackhead energy!! I promise it’s a lot of fun!!!!

@myeverythingisyourstruly @the-story-of-the-tucks @nancyisdad @rila-yeol-virus

“You’re not born gay, Steve Harrington takes a look at you and decides for you.” - Robin

“I once had a stare down with a deer.”- Richie

“My iron deficiency decided to say hello and I fell over BUT I’M GOOD.”- Stanley

“Me after saying I’m gonna fix my sleep schedule yet its somehow 3 a.m”- Eleven

“When it gets close to 12 a.m the more of a crackhead I become.”- Eddie

“Y'ALL CALM DOWN OR I’LL CALM YOU DOWN” - Mama Steve who is just done with his kids shit

“Y'all ever seen the show Ned’s declassified school survival guide? Well my siblings also used to call me coconut head.” - Will

“But drama? Pining? Not telling they like each other tho it’s obvious? Hell yes”- Beverly cause she just wants to see the world burn

“CONGRATULATIONS!! You’re now the mom to 13 little disasters!” - Nancy @ Steve who just unknowingly adopted the losers club

“We rocked out to fergalicious the whole way to Hawkins!” - Bill

“I almost touched a jellyfish and electrocuted myself” - Dustin

“I’m low-key a boomer when it comes to this stuff.” - Stanley

“Cause a bitch be anxious.” - Max

“They’re busy being straight.” - Richie talking about Benverly

“The gays are among us.” - Mike Wheeler

“IM GONNA SUE THE INTERNET FOR EMOTIONAL DISTRESS.” - Ben

“I have no idea because the english language is shit either way.” - Mike Hanlon

“I legit looked like the fucking Tasmanian devil running around my room when i woke up.” - Eddie

“Sounds a n g s t y.” - Lucas

“Hold my hairspray I’m getting the kids” - Steve

Should I do a part 2 or?

[ourpositivelatitude]

Everyday Life in a RV

Another beautiful day in Florida!  I ABSOLUTELY understand now why snow birds make their way to Florida to spend the winter.  The weather here is second to none!  While we arrived in Florida a little early and caught the end of summer temperatures (in November) with slightly high temperatures and incredibly high humidity, the weather has since leveled out and is practically perfect every day.  

When Mark and I planned this venture, we vacillated as to whether or not we would tow a vehicle.  We knew we “wanted” a vehicle and having one would be more convenient.  However, we ended up settling on getting fold-able electric bikes (e-bikes) and to be inconvenienced by having to run our errands in the RV between stops or on our e-bikes.  That has turned out humorous on more than one occasion.  

As an example, we had issues with the drain in the RV shower and worked on that problem tirelessly.  Let me rephrase, Mark worked on that problem tirelessly.  My “work” involved paying for my very first “pay” shower at a park in Oklahoma where I had to choose between three showers.  One had a tarantula guarding the inside of the front door.  Nope.  The second had a wolf spider guarding the shower floor.  Nopity, nope, NOPE!   The third was just right.  More accurately stated, it didn’t involve any intimidating spiders or snakes so I took it.  I don’t remember how much it cost, but I would have paid serious money for a decent shower that didn’t involve creatures that could kill me.  

Getting back to the shower repair -- Mark got parts at three different hardware stores that didn’t end up fitting/working.  So, we eventually fixed the RV in the Home Depot parking lot so we could return parts as necessary.  It was hot as bejesus that day, but Mark didn’t complain.  He took advantage of the return policy and got our shower back up and in running condition before we left the parking lot.  While I don’t mind doing my part, I’d be happy as to not have to pay for another shower anytime soon.  But let the record reflect, I’m a giver.

Between RV stop locations, we usually plan a grocery store venture and/or a Costco run.  While our fridge isn’t Costco worthy by any stretch of the imagination, we do buy Costco dog food for Riley and Duke (and red wine need not be refrigerated).  This particular stop we are at for a full month and while I’m not out of red wine (yet), we did need a few necessities.  

On Sunday after church service, Mark and I ventured over to the local Winn-Dixie (grocery store) on our e-bikes, which is approximately three miles from our RV for some necessities.  We both take our backpacks to carry groceries, but on this particular venture we needed a few more things than would fit in both of our backpacks.  For example, we NEEDED the half ham that was on sale for only $10 (love those post-Thanksgiving sales)!!  Also, diet Coke was on sale, buy two 12-packs get one for free!  Our backpacks were full of salad, coffee creamer and other necessities, so I convinced Mark it wouldn’t be a problem to bungee cord anything else down to the back rack on our bikes.  He was a willing participant as long as he could get his diet Coke.  This is a picture of Mark with the half of a ham and one pack of diet Coke.  While this picture doesn’t represent the “Clampett look” I was sporting with the other two diet coke 12-packs AND groceries, it does give you an idea of how humorous such a simple thing as grocery shopping can be.   

Much of the rest of any given day is like everyone else’s, EXCEPT looking for stuff.  We have such a small amount of space and we kept very few things.  However, nothing is more frustrating than knowing you have something and in 31 feet of space, you can’t find it.  Many times I’ll be looking for something, like the dog’s nail clippers.  I know I have one ... but where in the 42 bazillion little containers, cabinets or under storage compartments it is, I have no clue.  I’ve lost these dumb dog nail clipper thingies TWICE now.  I don’t know what is up with that, but I’ve noticed that on a rig this size, that tends to happen.  You know it exists.  You know it’s in your possession...somewhere.  You’ve seen it in the last few months, weeks and sometimes days ... but when it’s necessary to find it, it’s no where to be found.  Grrrr.  I’m blaming this problem on the size of the RV and praying it’s not my old age kicking into high gear.  

Learning how to live in 31 feet of space has been interesting, fun and challenging.  I love our little space in life.  It’s portable and I can take it to any place I’d like.  I can enjoy the outdoors in any state, any weather, any place I desire.  That’s pretty cool.  It’s also easy to clean and doesn’t take too long to clean.  It’s such a little space, cleaning is done in a breeze.  With two dogs though, cleaning needs to be done more often than one would hope (definitely an argument for getting rid of the dogs, but we all know that is never going to happen).  

I also get to spend a lot of time with my husband.  I like him.  I love him.  I enjoy his company.  I find him hysterical even in the every day humdrum of life.  So I enjoy having him around.  We also have our subtle ways of getting our own alone time.  It may involve a walk, a jog, a bike ride alone or sometimes its as simple as putting in ear buds as a signal that “I don’t want to interact”.  We are both independent, so just taking on a project is usually a signal to the other that we are “good” on our own.  None the less, it’s been a great experience for us both and we still enjoy each others company.

The other thing I get asked about quite frequently is the bathroom situation.  Yes, there is only one bathroom.  Its not a Jack and Jill bathroom with a Jacuzzi tub and a separate closet with a toilet.  It is a dry toilet with a small sink and stand-up shower, all in one small space - meaning one person can stand between the sink, toilet and shower.  There is a spray wand next to the toilet to fill the bowl with water and a foot pedal that is used for flushing.  The sink is small, like a doll house small, but large enough for the task of washing hands and face, and brushing teeth.  The shower is plenty big.  I’m 5 foot almost 2 inches and I can stand up in it.  Just kidding - my 6 foot husband can stand up in it, so it’s definitely functional (now that the drain has been fixed).  There is a vent in the ceiling with a push button exhaust fan and the toilet is like a regular toilet, except for needing to fill it with water yourself.  That’s the bathroom situation.  Nothing glamorous and generally no secrets. 

My husband and I don’t keep the same hours.  Meaning, it’s not all that uncommon for him to get up between 3:30-5:00 a.m..  At the same time, I’ll look at the clock, do a quick calculation in my head and then a happy dance over the 4 hours I still get to sleep.  When my husband gets up, he’s really respectful of the fact that most normal people are still asleep, including his wife and two dogs.  So he quietly relocates to the living room/dining room area and does his thing until the sun comes up.  We have levelers on the RV, so his movement is negligible.  

As soon as I stir, or when Mark gets stir crazy, he’ll take the dogs for a walk.  There is nothing subtle about that process as much as Mark tries to keep it contained.  Our 70 lb. black Labrador retriever, Duke, moves about the cabin like a bull in a china shop.  Between his wagging tail slapping against the cabinets and his incessant yawning, even the neighbors are ready for him to WALK ALREADY!  Riley, our 23 lb. Japanese Spitz isn’t all that cooperative either.  She gets a psychotic episode and is afraid to walk across the vinyl floor.  Yes, she’ll step out on it, and step back on her little piece of carpet, then back out on the floor and back on the carpet.  From underneath the comforter all I hear is Mark loudly whispering “Riley, come!” and the tap-tap-tap of Riley’s toenails on the vinyl floor several times until she drums up enough courage to make a break for it and hurriedly jogs across the four feet of vinyl flooring between her little piece of carpet and the door.  As my friend Wendy says, she was perfect until I got her.  

Everyday life in an RV is pretty much like everyone else’s everyday life,  with a few slight nuances.  Mark and I could have made different choices so as to not have to bungee cord our groceries to the back of bikes, live in a home that we sleep in and drive, live in such a small space, and/or waited until the dogs were gone to start this venture.  But for us we talked about the choices we were making in advance and collectively agreed while some things would be inconvenient, we would give it a whirl and see what we thought.  If we found we hated it down the road, we’d make a change.  So far, we don’t hate anything about it.  Quite this opposite.  We are super glad we took this journey and in the way we did.  

As I mentioned previously, we are transitioning to a “newer” journey.  We found the boat that we would like to live on and have an accepted offer on that boat.  Because there are still many steps in the process (it’s sooooooo different from buying a house) and too many things could go wrong that it would be premature for me to talk about the specifics of the boat.  However, in my next blog I’ll talk about the boat purchasing process and hopefully we’ll be far enough along in the process that I can reveal a thing or two about what I hope to be our new home.  Stay tuned....

Until we meet again,

Sherri (and by contractual obligation, Mark)

[heartsforhoran]

In This Moment

A/N: Hey guys! So funny thing, this is my first imagine and it will most likely be my last. I’m not a Queen blog or anything but love Queen! I used to write imagines for Teen Wolf but ever since college started I’ve had no time for pretty much anything. It’s been a few years, so go easy on me. Thanks for reading!

The one where you wish you never met Roger

In this moment, you wished you’d never met Roger Taylor. You stood in the bathroom mirror at a pub in London. Your eyes stung as you began to wonder why you weren’t good enough. It’s not like you and Roger were even dating, so why did it hurt so bad?

In this moment, you wished you’d never met Roger Taylor on that cold evening in September.

It was late when you had decided you needed something to eat. Your friends had gone out, leaving you behind so you could finish your homework. You were so caught up in writing your essay you had missed dinner. You sighed heavily as you looked at the time.

12:00 A.M.

You grabbed a nearby jacket and slipped on a pair of converse. You left the house in your hoodie and a pair of shorts, not really caring about your appearance, because who would even be out this late?

You decided to walk to a nearby diner, it wasn’t even a mile away. As you neared the corner you bumped into something, hard. You fell back with a thud and let out a small whimper.

“Oh my god, love, are you alright?”

You looked up to meet the man who had such a beautiful accent. You were at a loss for words as you looked into his beautiful blue orbs. “Uh- y-yeah I’m alright.” You gladly grabbed his hand that he had reached out.

“What’re you doing out this late, anyways?” He questioned.

“I was writing an essay and lost track of the time. I forgot to eat dinner..” you looked away from his gaze and down at your feet.

“Perfect! I was trying to find a place to eat myself. Want to join me?” He asked wiggling his eyebrows, making you giggle. He held out his arm, indicating for you to link elbows. You gladly accepted his invitation.

Ever since that night, you two had become the greatest of friends. You two were nearly inseparable. You lost your train of thought when you heard a loud knocking on the door.

“(Y/N), love, you alright in there?”

You automatically knew it was Roger, there was no way he could know you were upset. He would never let it go until he got to the bottom of it.

“Y-yes Rog!” You sniffled as you slowly made your way towards the door.

“You’ve been in here for a bloody hour.”

You smiled and rolled your eyes at his exaggeration. It hasn’t even been 10 minutes. The smile slowly faded when you looked in the mirror again. You were just so tired.

You were tired of always being second. You were tired of being just friends, and nothing more. There was a time in which you thought Roger loved you back. But seeing him with her made you think otherwise. Watching them laugh and steal kisses made you physically ill.

“(Y/N), darling?” Your head snapped towards the door. “Don’t make me come in there, you know damn well that I will.”

“F-Freddie?” You stammered. “Can you come in here?”

“What the hell! I can come in too!” Roger all but yelled.

“Just Freddie.”

You watched the door slam wide open, but it wasn’t just Freddie. Roger stood right beside him. “Why the bloody hell can’t I come in? I’m your best friend!”

The choice of words caused your heart to sink to your stomach. Your throat burned and you fought back the urge to cry. Maybe it was the alcohol getting to you, but you needed to tell him what was going on. “Fine. Rog. You want to know why the hell I don’t want you in here! I’ll fucking tell you.” You took one last look in the mirror, and in this moment, you had no idea if telling the truth was worth losing your friendship. You felt a pair of hands grab at yours. You flinched at the contact, but melted in the touch once you realized it was Roger.

“Could you leave us, Fred?” Roger asked. Freddie nodded and winked at you. The door to the bathroom closed slowly. “What’s going on, (Y/N)? You can tell me anything.”

You sighed heavily, you were really going to do this. “Listen Rog... I-I don’t even know where to begin. This year has been both the best, and worst year of my life. I’ve done so many things I never thought I would do. You broke me out of my shell! I actually enjoy going to parties and meeting new people. You taught me how to love myself... it’s just that. I hate her.”

“Hate who, love?”

“That girl you’re with, and every other girl you bring to your shows. I just can’t...” you stopped, trying to find the right words. “I don’t want to do this anymore...”

“Do what? You’re starting to scare me (Y/N).”

You let out a shaky breath, “I love you, Rog. And I know there’s no way in hell you would ever feel the same about me-“

“Why’s that?” He asked before you could even finish your sentence.

“Because Rog. You’re you! You are wild and bring home new girls every night. You don’t want to settle, and you don’t want to settle with me because, well, I’m me. I’m not carefree and crazy like you! I’m not funny like you and...” you paused again, this time whispering, “I’m just not your type, and never will be.”

You looked at Roger, who was looking in the mirror. Little did you know that in this moment, he wanted to kiss you. In this moment, he wanted to hug you and tell you that everything would be okay. That you two, would be okay. But he also knew that you two would never be able to go back to just being friends, hell, he didn’t want that. He wanted to hold your hand 24/7. He wanted to cuddle with you and steal kisses from you. He wanted to be more than friends. God, he loved you. He loved the way you crinkled your nose as you laughed. He loved how you were so disciplined and responsible. He loved how much you cared about people. He loved you.

And it was in this moment that he realized he wasn’t good enough for you, and he would never be good enough for you.

[kimdoyoungiee]

vampire boy

Genre: texting, vampire!doyoung, human reader

Member: Doyoung/Reader

Word Count: N/A

A/N: i couldn’t really figure out how to put this idea into a full fic so i asked a friend if i could just use her texting format for it and so here is this! hopefully it’s turned out as well as i hoped ;;

Vampire Boy, 12:00 A.M hey.

Vampire Boy, 12:00 A.M come over

Vampire Boy, 12:00 A.M I’m hungry

You, 12:00 A.M you could’ve just sent that in one text

You, 12:00 A.M also no I’m fucking going to bed

Vampire Boy, 12:00 A.M I haven’t eaten since Tuesday night

Vampire Boy, 12:01 A.M come over please?

Vampire Boy, 12:01 A.M I’ll make it worth your while

You, 12:01 A.M what does that even mean

You, 12:02 A.M you’re gonna make me pass out by the time you’re done

You, 12:02 A.M and then I’ll wake up and go puke ten minutes later

You, 12:02 A.M that is not worth my while in the least bit

Vampire Boy, 12:03 A.M you are quite possibly the worst person I’ve ever feasted on in my 522 years of living

You, 12:03 A.M you’re the one who picked me

You, 12:03 A.M there’s 7 billion other people in the world doyoung

You, 12:03 A.M go find a new meal if I’m the worst option

Vampire Boy, 12:05 A.M …that is not an option

You, 12:05 A.M why not? :)

Vampire Boy, 12:05 A.M shut up I’m not saying it

You, 12:05 A.M then I’m never coming over again ;)

Vampire Boy, 12:05 A.M UGH you’re insufferable

Vampire Boy, 12:06 A.M because even if you’re the worst person you’re the best meal I’ve had

You, 12:06 A.M ever?

Vampire Boy, 12:06 A.M …ever.

Vampire Boy, 12:15 A.M please come over I’m starving

You, 12:15 A.M here already darling ;)

Vampire Boy, 12:15 A.M great I’m going to put you right to sleep

You, 12:15 A.M if i wake up puking I’m going to leave forever

Vampire Boy, 12:15 A.M you always say that

Vampire Boy, 12:15 A.M and yet you keep coming back

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You, 11:09 P.M you know what the worst thing about you is doyoung?

Vampire Boy, 11:09 P.M that I’m terribly attractive?

You, 11:09 P.M wouldn’t that be a good thing?

Vampire Boy, 11:09 P.M not when you’re immortal and someone falls for you

Vampire Boy, 11:09 P.M it’s quite heartbreaking when it ends

You, 11:11 P.M oh my. Have you ever been in love with someone doyoung?

Vampire Boy, 11:11 P.M Yes. Twice.

You, 11:11 P.M what happened to them??

Vampire Boy, 11:11 P.M one died in a car accident. The other…

Vampire Boy, 11:11 P.M Well. I don’t know.

You, 11:12 P.M you don’t know what happened to them?

Vampire Boy, 11:12 P.M No.

Vampire Boy, 11:12 P.M what’s the worst thing about me that you were talking about?

You, 11:12 P.M oh

You, 11:12 P.M right

You, 11:13 P.M it’s you being nocturnal

You, 11:13 P.M my sleeping schedule is so out of whack because I have to get up at 1 in the morning to feed you

You, 11:13 P.M you’re like a baby

You, 11:13 P.M can’t you eat at like 2 pm instead??

Vampire Boy, 11:15 P.M first of all, I’m asleep at 2 pm

Vampire Boy, 11:15 P.M second of all I’M the one that’s messed up YOUR sleep schedule?

Vampire Boy, 11:15 P.M last time I checked you’re the one who stayed up watching an entire anime series until 6 am

Vampire Boy, 11:15 P.M and before that it was some stupid drama that you watched for two days

Vampire Boy, 11:16 P.M third of all if I sucked your blood at 2 pm you’d be out for an hour and feel woozy for a good few hours after that

Vampire Boy, 11:17 P.M I’m doing you a favor darling

You, 11:17 P.M …I retract everything I said before

You, 11:17 P.M I’m going to go to sleep

Vampire Boy, 11:17 P.M I doubt that but sure

Vampire Boy, 11:17 P.M goodnight

You, 11:20 P.M shut up

You, 11:20 P.M goodnight

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You, 10:42 P.M I’ve never asked this but like…

You, 10:42 P.M have you ever killed someone from being TOO hungry?

Vampire Boy, 10:42 P.M no

Vampire Boy, 10:42 P.M I’m not Yuta

Vampire Boy, 10:42 P.M I know how to control myself

You, 10:42 P.M have you ever almost killed someone?

Vampire Boy, 10:43 P.M once again, I’m not yuta

You, 10:43 P.M …well. Okay then

Vampire Boy, 10:45 P.M why are you curious?

You, 10:45 P.M well like. When people are on their periods they lose blood too… so like… you know…

Vampire Boy, 10:45 P.M you think I’m stupid enough to feed when that happens?

You, 10:45 P.M …I suppose not

Vampire Boy, 10:46 P.M why do you think I tell you to eat and drink enough water whenever I need to eat?

Vampire Boy, 10:46 P.M you’re my meal but you’re also my friend.

Vampire Boy, 10:46 P.M If you died because of me I probably wouldn’t be able to live with that

You, 10:46 P.M …well I guess it’s a good thing you’re already dead ;)))

Vampire Boy, 10:47 P.M you know what I mean

Vampire Boy, 10:47 P.M fuck never mind you’re the worst

You, 10:47 P.M hehehehehehehe :D

- You, 12:29 A.M I had another question

Vampire Boy, 12:29 A.M it’s getting late. You can ask in the morning

You, 12:29 A.M I’m not tired

You, 12:29 A.M plus it is the morning ;))

Vampire Boy, 12:29 A.M -_-

Vampire Boy, 12:29 A.M Ask away but head to bed afterwards

You, 12:29 A.M yeah sure

You, 12:29 A.M how does someone turn into a vampire?

Vampire Boy, 12:30 A.M why are you asking? Are you writing a book?

You, 12:30 A.M no oh my god I’m just curious

You, 12:30 A.M because you’ve bitten me plenty of times and I’m not dead yet

You, 12:31 A.M unless I’m slOWLY TURNING INTO A VAMPIRE AND I JUST DON’T KNOW????

Vampire Boy, 12:31 A.M no it doesn’t work like that

Vampire Boy, 12:31 A.M I would tell you before something like happened

You, 12:31 A.M right yeah yeah you would

You, 12:31 A.M so how does it work then??

Vampire Boy, 12:35 A.M Sort of works like a werewolf. A werewolf can bite or scratch you and the bacteria enters your system and begins infecting you until you turn into a werewolf.

Vampire Boy, 12:35 A.M Vampires bite into any vital artery and as you’re dying we release a type of venom, I suppose, and it infects your system until you have turned into a vampire.

You, 12:35 A.M wow… that’s fascinating

You, 12:35 A.M but couldn’t you just bite once and infect someone though?

Vampire Boy, 12:36 A.M No. The person has to be bleeding out and losing enough blood for the venom to replace it.

You, 12:36 A.M ohhh

Vampire Boy, 12:36 A.M And when we’re feeding we don’t take enough blood for the venom to replace it.

Vampire Boy, 12:36 A.M Unless you’re stupid enough.

You, 12:36 A.M like yuta?

Vampire Boy, 12:36 A.M :) exactly

You, 12:36 A.M lol he should learn some self control

Vampire Boy, 12:36 A.M he should

Vampire Boy, 12:37 A.M but he’s only been a vampire for two years

Vampire Boy, 12:37 A.M It’s a little harder at that early of a stage

You, 12:37 A.M not for you though since you haven’t killed anyone

Vampire Boy, 12:37 A.M Right

Vampire Boy, 12:37 A.M I guess I’m an exception

You, 12:37 A.M or maybe you have killed someone and you just aren’t telling me…. =_=

Vampire Boy, 12:37 A.M …

Vampire Boy, 12:40 A.M I haven’t killed any humans or turned them into vampires

Vampire Boy, 12:40 A.M I cannot say the same for deer or cows

You, 12:40 A.M ……………

You, 12:40 A.M ARE THERE VAMPIRE COWS GOING AROUND????

You, 12:40 A.M LIKE IN THAT ONE MOVIE????

Vampire Boy, 12:42 A.M I believe back in the late 1600’s there was a big thing about this 100 year old cow

You, 12:42 A.M No.

Vampire Boy, 12:42 A.M Yes.

Vampire Boy, 12:42 A.M I believe the family who owned it became rich because everyone wanted the “Immortal Cow’s Milk”

You, 12:42 A.M you’re fucking lying

Vampire Boy, 12:42 A.M Yeah I am

Vampire Boy, 12:43 A.M the cow wouldn’t produce any more milk but they did make money off of the thing living past its due date

Vampire Boy, 12:43 A.M after the first few cows did that I moved onto deer so people wouldn’t get suspicious

You, 12:43 A.M wow

You, 12:43 A.M you truly led a fascinating life

You, 12:43 A.M you still do

You, 12:43 A.M I want to turn into a vampire and then turn my cat into a vampire

Vampire Boy, 12:44 A.M …I’ll make sure that never happens

You, 12:44 A.M why? I want to be like a vampire witch

You, 12:44 A.M be immortal and have a cat and learn how to fly

Vampire Boy, 12:44 A.M I can’t fly

You, 12:44 A.M have you ever tried?

Vampire Boy, 12:44 A.M …I’m going now

Vampire Boy, 12:44 A.M please go to sleep

You, 12:44 A.M you TOTALLY HAVE HAVEN’T YOU

You, 12:46 A.M oh my god you have

You, 12:46 A.M I bet you fell right on your face

Vampire Boy, 12:46 A.M goodnight.

-

Vampire Boy, 9:09 P.M I need you.

Vampire Boy, 9:09 P.M Can I come over?

You, 9:11 P.M uhhhhhhhhhh

You, 9:11 P.M I’m kind of in the middle of something?

Vampire Boy, 9:11 P.M Which is?

You, 9:11 P.M trying to get laid???

You, 9:11 P.M I can come over afterwards?

Vampire Boy, 9:11 P.M No.

Vampire Boy, 9:11 P.M Don’t bother.

You, 9:11 P.M okay :/

You, 9:12 P.M are you going to be okay?

Vampire Boy, 9:12 P.M Yes.

You, 9:12 P.M okay. Sorry :/

-

You, 8:01 P.M doyoung

You, 8:05 P.M doyoung

You, 8:10 P.M doyoung

You, 8:25 P.M doyoung

You, 8:27 P.M you’re ignoring me

You, 8:30 P.M whhhhyyy

You, 8:35 P.M doyoung???

You, 8:39 P.M Doyoung!!!

Vampire Boy, 8:41 P.M I was sleeping what do you need?

You, 8:41 P.M you haven’t talked to me in an entire week

You, 8:41 P.M are you okay? Don’t you need to feed?

Vampire Boy, 8:41 P.M I was out of the country.

Vampire Boy, 8:41 P.M I am fine.

You, 8:42 P.M …you’re doing that thing where you talk with periods and proper sentences

You, 8:42 P.M you only do that when you’re explaining something or you’re upset

You, 8:42 P.M did I do something?

Vampire Boy, 8:43 P.M No.

Vampire Boy, 8:43 P.M …no.

Vampire Boy, 8:43 P.M It is my own personal issues. It has nothing to do with you.

You, 8:43 P.M okay

You, 8:43 P.M are you sure you’re fine? You can come eat

Vampire Boy, 8:43 P.M …

Vampire Boy, 8:44 P.M yes okay I’ll come over

You, 8:44 P.M hehehe that’s what I thought

Vampire Boy, 8:44 P.M shut up

-

You, 8:23 P.M I WOKE UP 20 MINUTES AGO

You, 8:23 P.M IT’S 8 PM

You, 8:23 P.M BUT NOT 8 PM YESTERDAY WHICH IS WHEN YOU ATE

You, 8:23 P.M BUT 8 PM TODAY  

You, 8:23 P.M WERE YOU STARVING YOURSELF??

Vampire Boy, 8:24 P.M …I was out of the country I told you

You, 8:24 P.M there’s other people besides me though????

Vampire Boy, 8:24 P.M …I know that

You, 8:24 P.M then why didn’t you eat??

Vampire Boy, 8:24 P.M Just didn’t want to

You, 8:24 P.M that’s the worst excuse in the world

You, 8:25 P.M what is up with you lately?

Vampire Boy, 8:25 P.M Nothing

Vampire Boy, 8:25 P.M it’s no big deal

Vampire Boy, 8:25 P.M really.

You, 8:25 P.M don’t you die if you don’t eat enough?

Vampire Boy, 8:25 P.M I’m already dead remember?

You, 8:25 P.M you know what I mean

Vampire Boy, 8:26 P.M I don’t die

Vampire Boy, 8:26 P.M I just get irrational and irritable and blood thirsty

Vampire Boy, 8:26 P.M can’t die a second time

You, 8:26 P.M …you should eat again

Vampire Boy, 8:26 P.M Not for at least another two days

Vampire Boy, 8:26 P.M You need time to rest

You, 8:26 P.M not me idiot

You, 8:26 P.M feed on someone else

You, 8:26 P.M there’s tons of people out there

Vampire Boy, 8:27 P.M …I’m okay

You, 8:27 P.M doyoung.

Vampire Boy, 8:27 P.M y/n.

You, 8:27 P.M you need to eat

Vampire Boy, 8:27 P.M I’ll just wait for you

You, 8:27 P.M why?

You, 8:27 P.M does my blood taste THAT good?

Vampire Boy, 8:27 P.M Yes.

You, 8:28 P.M I’m sure there’s someone else that tastes just as good as me :/

Vampire Boy, 8:28 P.M never met them or smelled them if they do.

You, 8:28 P.M :/ then I guess just wait for me

Vampire Boy, 8:28 P.M I will

-

Vampire Boy, 1:29 A.M I saw your message. stop drinking and go home

You, 1:29 A.M vampire bird!!! Hi!!!!!

Vampire Boy, 1:29 A.M oh my god

Vampire Boy, 1:29 A.M sober up and go home

You, 1:30 A.M excuse me)???,,?)?? your not the boss of me mr mr

Vampire Boy, 1:30 A.M I’m not but your blood is going to taste disgusting when I get to it

Vampire Boy, 1:30 A.M so could you maybe stop drinking and go home

You, 1:31 A.M last time iiiiii checked you liked getting drunk off my bloooooood

Vampire Boy, 1:31 A.M …not when there’s ALCOHOL IN IT

Vampire Boy, 1:31 A.M it’s different when there’s alcohol in it

Vampire Boy, 1:31 A.M it tastes like spoiled food

You, 1:32 A.M Im having fuun mr mr

You, 1:34 A.M another boy even asked if he wanted to sneak out of the party with meee

You, 1:35 A.M what are uou gojng to do about that doyoung? Hmmmm??))?)?

Vampire Boy, 1:35 A.M …nothing. Why would I do anything?

You, 1:35 A.M because your healous? Because you want me to be yours??))?

Vampire Boy, 1:35 A.M I’m not. You can do whatever you want with whoever you want.

Vampire Boy, 1:35 A.M I suck your blood twice a week.

Vampire Boy, 1:35 A.M We can barely be considered friends.

Vampire Boy, 1:35 A.M So once again, no. I don’t want you to be mine.

You, 1:36 A.M youre such a fucking liar

You, 1:36 A.M all my friends said that uou got jealous when I said I was gettinglaid

You, 1:38 A.M then you ignoredme for a whooollle week

You, 1:39 A.M and then!!!! you wont drink from anyone but meee!!!!

You, 1:39 A.M you love me

You, 1:42 A.M I cracked your vampire bird codeee

You, 1:42 A.M admit it

Vampire Boy, 1:42 A.M Go home.

Vampire Boy, 1:42 A.M I’m not talking about this when you’re drunk.

You, 1:44 A.M promise me well talk about it when im not

You, 1:44 A.M or im going to keep buggng uou

Vampire Boy, 1:44 A.M …I promise

You, 1:44 A.M okay ^^ goodnight doyoung ^^

You, 1:45 A.M Im going to make out with someone else since I cant make out with youuuuuuuu

Vampire Boy, 1:45 A.M you’re the absolute worst

Vampire Boy, 1:45 A.M I’m coming to pick you up

Vampire Boy, 1:50 A.M y/n???

Vampire Boy, 1:53 A.M y/n where are you??

Vampire Boy, 1:54 A.M y/n

You, 1:54 A.M STOP TEXTIJNG ME I’ KM HIDIDNG SNIFF EMG EJTIUT FUCK

-

Vampire Boy, 8:09 P.M you’re the absolute worst

Vampire Boy, 8:09 P.M You are seriously the absolute worst

You, 8:09 P.M how was I supposed to know the ONE guy that wanted to get with me was a vampire???

You, 8:09 P.M you guys aren’t THAT obvious

Vampire Boy, 8:09 P.M he was so obvious

Vampire Boy, 8:10 P.M he was practically wearing a sign that said “I’m a vampire that wants to make you into a vampire”

You, 8:10 P.M …he was just obvious to you because you’re a vampire

You, 8:10 P.M …thanks for coming to save me

Vampire Boy, 8:10 P.M you’re lucky I care about you otherwise you probably would be dead

You, 8:10 P.M you care about me?

You, 8:10 P.M like… as a friend?

You, 8:10 P.M since you said we weren’t even friends before… :(

Vampire Boy, 8:11 P.M yes. I’m sorry I shouldn’t have said that. We’re clearly friends

You, 8:11 P.M it’s okay

You, 8:11 P.M I knew you were just mad because you were jeaaaaallooousss

Vampire Boy, 8:14 P.M …of what?

You, 8:14 P.M of another guy being interested in meeeee

You, 8:14 P.M admit it doyoung you’re in love with me and you were jealous of that other vampire

Vampire Boy, 8:14 P.M …I was not

You, 8:14 P.M you so were

Vampire Boy, 8:14 P.M how would you know you were so drunk I could smell the alcohol a mile away

You, 8:14 P.M yet you couldn’t even find me at first…

Vampire Boy, 8:15 P.M Shut up how would you know if I was jealous or not

You, 8:15 P.M because doyoung I know you

You, 8:15 P.M and you got jealous before

You, 8:15 P.M and because I asked yuta

You, 8:15 P.M and yuta said that when vampires drink from only one person it means they want that person

Vampire Boy, 8:15 P.M …………………

Vampire Boy, 8:20 P.M yuta knows nothing

Vampire Boy, 8:20 P.M yuta is a practically a baby vampire he knows NOTHING

You, 8:20 P.M you like meeeeeeee

You, 8:20 P.M I know you do

Vampire Boy, 8:20 P.M I do not you just have the best tasting blood why wouldn’t I drink only from you?

You, 8:20 P.M I’m sure there’s other people with delicious blood doyoung

You, 8:20 P.M you like me and you and I both know it

Vampire Boy, 8:20 P.M you’re wrong

You, 8:21 P.M okay, so if I said I liked you too, would you admit it then?

Vampire Boy, 8:21 P.M …

Vampire Boy, 8:26 P.M ……..

You, 8:26 P.M yes?

Vampire Boy, 8:26 P.M I will come over and we will talk further about this

You, 8:26 P.M okay :)

Vampire Boy, 8:26 P.M don’t you smile at me

You, 8:26 P.M :))))))

-

Vampire Boyfriend, 10:19 P.M I’d like to say some things

You, 10:19 P.M Yes?

Vampire Boyfriend, 10:19 P.M first of all, I really didn’t want to drink from anyone else because your blood was the best

Vampire Boyfriend, 10:19 P.M it’s like comparing grass to a five course meal that you can only afford once

Vampire Boyfriend, 10:19 P.M but that five course meal is the most exquisite thing you’ve ever had in your life

You, 10:19 P.M …I’ll take that as a compliment

Vampire Boyfriend, 10:20 P.M you should. Other vampires would kill to have a taste of you

You, 10:20 P.M wow, really?

Vampire Boyfriend, 10:20 P.M yes

Vampire Boyfriend, 10:20 P.M but they can’t so.

Vampire Boyfriend, 10:21 P.M the second thing I wanted to say was I’m not turning you into a vampire

You, 10:21 P.M …………………

Vampire Boyfriend, 10:21 P.M I’m sure you actually like me but I’m also sure you’re expecting me to change you

Vampire Boyfriend, 10:21 P.M so then you can change your cat and then you can try and fly

You, 10:21 P.M ……………………….

Vampire Boyfriend, 10:22 P.M I know I’m right so I just wanted to get that out there

You, 10:22 P.M wow um sorry doyoung

You, 10:22 P.M I don’t think I wanna date you anymore…

You, 10:22 P.M at least we lasted two days

Vampire Boyfriend, 10:22 P.M -__-

You, 10:25 P.M DOYOUNG COME ON I WANT AN IMMORTAL CAT

You, 10:25 P.M AT LEAST CHANGE HER

Vampire Boyfriend, 10:25 P.M I’m going to let you go to sleep goodnight darling <3

You, 10:25 P.M I’ve never hated that pet name more than I do now

Vampire Boyfriend, 10:25 P.M <3

[heyitskylie13]

My Journey to Try to Meet Tay

So, I put together this thread on Twitter not long before my first Rep Tour date (Columbus, OH 7.7.18) and it got quite a bit of attention in the Swiftie fandom (as of right now, I believe the original thread is up to 113 retweets and 242 likes, which is A LOT for little old me). I am trying to get @taylorswift & @taylornation to see it, and maybe...just maybe....this story can finally get its happy ending before I am finished with my rep tour dates. I figured in order to increase my chances of getting it seen, I’d write it all out here on tumblr as well, and maybe some of you very sweet fellow swifties will reblog, tag Tay, etc. I’d truly appreciate it. My next show is Atlanta Night 2, and then I will be in Nashville as well.  Here we go, an overview of all of the times I have gone out hoping to meet @taylorswift: 

1) 2007 - Country Concert Festival Fort Loramie, OH - I was 15 years old, and Taylor was the earliest act of the day and only had like a 30 minute set. I begged my parents to let me go with my boyfriend at the time just to see her play. There were only like 3 people in the crowd who knew her songs! I’d been following her Myspace (LOL) so I knew already that she loved interacting with her fans, and I waited by her tour bus opposite side of a gate for over an hour before a security guard eventually told me that she was not going to be coming over, that I was pathetic for waiting so long, and that I need to leave. I started crying, and my boyfriend made us go. 

2) 2008 - Country Concert Festival Fort Loramie, OH - Taylor got invited back! A slightly later slot, but it was on Sunday which a lot of people don’t stick around for (the festival actually has since cut the day entirely). My high school bestie and I were there though with a poster baring Tay’s lyrics and screaming every word to the songs she played. I don’t have photos of our posters because some drunk girl stepped on it after we had accidentally dropped it and ended up ripping it pretty bad. We waited by the buses after her set for quite awhile before we were eventually told by security that she had to catch a flight to NY or something and wouldn’t be coming out.

3) 2009 - Defying Gravity Tour - Taylor was opening for Keith Urban and a group of my friends and I got tickets to just to see her! I got to meet Mama Swift for the first time, but didn’t meet Tay. I wasn’t really surprised because there were so many of us in our group, and this was before her headlining days so we didn’t even really know if there’d be a chance or not.

4) 2009 - CMT Awards Nashville, TN - I bought tickets when it was announced that Taylor would be performing, and drove to Nashville from Ohio (with my older sisters accompanying me because I was only 17 haha). I got to meet a lot of celebrities actually outside of the venue beforehand, but not Taylor, and my phone also died before the show so I didn’t get any photos. 

5) 2009 - Fearless Tour Columbus, OH - Nothing crazy happened this day, really, but it marked the beginning of Natalie and my’s ongoing Taylor concert bond! Taylor also came this close to us during “Hey Stephen” and touched my hand as she was walking back to the stage! 

6) 2009 - Fearless Tour Indianapolis, IN - A random guy-friend of mine ended up with an extra floor ticket to the show and invited me so of course I said yes! I saw Mama Swift again, and she actually remembered me and “all my jean skirt, cowboy hat friends” from Cincinnati (the keith urban show!) -- I was shocked, and she is so sweet that she upgraded us from our back-of-floor seats to the pit! 

7) 2010 - Fearless Tour Cincinnati, OH - My friend and I arrived to the venue at like 10 A.M. the day of the show, and we brought a scrapbook we had made for Taylor. It ended up raining and still we stood outside (trying to protect our book lol) for nearly five hours across from the tour buses/loading area. Eventually someone from Tay’s team came out and gave us pit passes and took the book promising to get it to Taylor. I still have no idea if she ever saw it. 

8) 2013 - The 13 Hour Meet & Greet Nashville, TN - This is the hardest day to talk about of them all...We came from Ohio and walked around the event ALL DAY (totaled about 10 hours) trying to be picked by Taylor’s team members and we watched fans meet Taylor all day from this close to us. We never were picked, and eventually we left/gave up once they announced the last meet & greet wristbands had been handed out. It was honestly heartbreaking because this event had our hopes up so high, but Taylor is truly an angel for meeting SO many people that day, and I don’t fault her at all. Plus, we did get to enjoy a free acoustic set!! 

9) 2011 - CMA Fest Nashville, TN - At an event this big, we truly didn’t expect to meet Taylor, but we still had an incredible time supporting her as a CLOSING act of the festival!! 

10) 2011 - Speak Now Tour Indianapolis, IN - We had SOOO many glowsticks haha but it worked somewhat! Taylor’s team came up to us in our literal nosebleed seats and gave us pit passes! It was an amazing experience, but we still didn’t get to meet Taylor. 

11) 2011 - Speak Now Tour Cleveland, OH - This concert was the VERY NEXT NIGHT from the previous entry in this story! Two out of three of us (Natalie and I of course) made a back-to-back trip from Indianapolis to our hometown (2 hours each way) and then to Cleveland immediately (4 hours each way) to see Taylor again in our same get-up from the night before. We had floor seats this time, and there were these two precious little girls in front of us who kept standing on the chairs in order to see and getting scolded by security. It was breaking my heart that them (or their parents who kept trying to hold them but they were heavy as like seven year olds) couldn’t truly enjoy the concert. Since we knew what the setlist would do, we told the family about Taylor’s “b-stage” songs she’d sing later closer to us. I saw Andrea and told her what was going on, and she said I looked familiar haha I gave her a brief overview of shows I’d been to and when we’d met and she said, “so of course, you’ve met Taylor” or something along those lines and I truthfully said “no I haven’t.” She had me go get the family and brought all of us into the sound-stage/b-stage private area for Taylor’s set there and for the rest of the show. The family was so excited and when Taylor came down from the stage, she hugged those little girls on her way out to the crowd and when she was hugging these other girls in front of us, she extended her arm to half-hug us at the same time. I CRIED A LOT.

12) 2013 - Red Tour Columbus, OH - At this point, we tried to up our costume game lol we went for the “22″ music video look. We were pretty happy with it! We didn’t get noticed by anyone for anything at this show, though. Nothing crazy happened, but as always any night at a Taylor Swift show is magical and memorable <3 

13) 2015 - 1989 Tour Louisville, KY - OOOO Lucky #13 ;) This really was a lucky show. We went to the @taylornation booth and they were impressed by how many shows we’d each gone to, and when I told them all about my Master’s Degree Thesis (I wrote it entirely on Taylor just a few months prior, and had just earned my graduate degree about a month before this show!). They were really intrigued by this and kept asking for all sorts of details lol when we left the booth, we barely made it far away before one of the girls from TN was chasing us down. My heart was beating SO FAST. She asked if we’d like to enjoy Taylor from the pit that night instead of our ticketed upper-level seats. OF COURSE! We didn’t get offered Loft ‘89 that night, unfortunately, which once we’d been upgraded we didn’t expect. Although, some girls nearby us did get upgraded and then later given Loft as well. Props to them! This was still one of my favorite show experiences and memories, especially because I heard the “Clean” speech for the first time and I REALLY needed it at this time in my life. A lot of tears were shed. 

14) 2015 - 1989 Tour Gillette Stadium, MA - We won tickets to this!! Couldn’t believe it. Four of us got to go, and we drove TWELVE HOURS (it actually ended up being like 14 after traffic and stops etc haha) to go to this. This was one of the costume get-ups I am the most proud of. When we got to the TN booth, there weren’t any of Taylor’s team working it (I guess it was stadium employees taking pics idk). We did our best to stand out during the show, but we didn’t get to meet Taylor. I actually heard that there may not have even been a Loft that night, but there had been at the previous night Gillette show.

15) 2015 - 1989 Tour Columbus, OH - We loved our outfits for this, we were BAD BLOOD AF!! We didn’t get noticed in any way this night, though. Taylor was still amazing as per usual and it was my last time seeing the 1989 Tour. We did, however, cry on the drive home feeling defeated yet again....

16) 2018 - Reputation Stadium Tour Columbus, OH - Just recently added this one because I’m one show into the Rep Tour and have still not met Tay. My first show of the rep tour required me to drive 6 hours from Nashville (I moved here in 2016), but I was so excited that the drive there flew by! I’ve really been working hard to get noticed on social media this era (as you’ve seen everything above wasn’t working for me). I thought maybe this twitter thread was finally enough to get attention from Taylor/TN, so I honestly got my hopes up more than I should’ve about getting a DM for pre-show. I’m still not totally sure what was going on, but it seemed that there wasn’t as many pre-show DM’s as usual and maybe the process is changing (or the holiday impacted it idk still really). Not that I thought I was a shoe-in or anything for a pre-show M&G, but the situation did make me feel like my shot of meeting Taylor now was definitely low. We were absolutely in AWE of every aspect of this show, though, let me tell you. I wasn’t disappointed in any way by Taylor’s production. Wow. Just wow. We also were unexpectedly right next to one of the B-stages so Taylor was so close during that part of the show! I cried my eyes out to the “Long Live” & “New Year’s Day” mash-up because of my new long live tattoo and because NYD has significance to me and my relationship. Unfortunately, I ended up feeling AWFUL like a majority of the show though (like sick) and it got worse about halfway through.I spent a lot of time trying not to throw up or miss any of Taylor performing, and I toughed it out, but it wasn’t the way I wanted to experience the show. I ended up having to sprint past everyone with Natalie’s help to make it to a bathroom and throw up and I felt awful our whole hour drive back to Natalie’s house. It’s honestly probably good I didn’t get picked for post-show rep room because of how bad I felt! ANYWAY I’m still sad it didn’t happen for me, but I am hopeful that it wasn’t the right time and my time with Taylor is still coming.

CONCLUSION: I am not in anyway ungrateful for the @taylorswift experiences I have had thus far. I know I have gotten more from Andrea and @taylornation than many have. Some people haven’t even gotten to see Taylor live! I know that, BUT my DREAM since before section #1 here has been to meet Taylor and thank her in person for everything she’s helped me get through. So if it’s possible in anyway to make this happen so I can tell her that, show her my tattoos she’s inspired, tell her about my thesis, etc....it’d mean the world to me.

[bxcketbarnes]

Getting Justice

Pairing: Purger!Michael Clifford x Reader

Author: @ninja-stiles

Words: 2620

Author’s Note: Baby I’m back! Lol. I got this idea after watching The Purge: Election Year and I’m hoping you guys like this as well...

WARNING: This has the awful event of rape. I didn’t write into full detail, but if anyone has had an experience or anything. Please either skip over those parts (I’ll mark it with a *) or don’t read this. I love you all so much.

''This is not a test. This is your emergency broadcast system announcing the commencement of the Annual Purge sanctioned by the U.S. Government. Weapons of class 4 and lower have been authorized for use during the Purge. All other weapons are restricted. Government officials of ranking 10 have been granted immunity from the Purge and shall not be harmed. Commencing at the siren, any and all crime, including murder, will be legal for 12 continuous hours. Police, fire, and emergency medical services will be unavailable until tomorrow morning until 7 a.m. when The Purge concludes. Blessed be our New Founding Fathers and America, a nation reborn. May God be with you all.''

This message plays from our Emergency Broadcast System every year at the same time. Every year where I sit in my small house, locked in with one of the best security in the U.S., worrying about my friends and family, hoping and praying that they’ll live until morning. It’s also pretty ridiculous how the Purge is still allowed to be constitutional.

I walked down the street, twelve hours until the annual purge begins, seeing all the masks and weapons on sale. I gnawed my bottom lip, noticing a Statue of Liberty mask, the eyes being x’s while the mouth had “stitches” across the entire line. My fingers daintily drifted over the plastic, getting drawn to its finesse as the shop owner made his way towards me.

“I see you’re interested in this beauty,” he mentioned as I snapped out of my gaze, looking towards the tall man.

“Yeah, it’s very intriguing,” I mumbled, debating whether I should participate in this year's Purge. “Can I ask you something?” I asked the owner as he nodded his head, giving me his full attention.

“Say someone had done something to you and they weren’t punished for it… would you purge, even though you’ve never done it before?” I questioned, fumbling with my fingers while my heart was pounding in my chest.

“Honestly? Yes. Some people use the annual purge for reasons such as yours,” he explained as I let out a sigh, running a hand through your hair. “Look, I know I’m some stranger and I’m pretty sure the example you gave was a personal experience. I can also see you’ve probably never used a weapon before.”

“I just… don’t want him to do what he did to me to other girls,” I mumbled, feeling tears coming to my eyes at the awful flashbacks.

I was walking home after having a few drinks with my best friend, Michael, holding my purse close to me. Footsteps were heard behind me as a gulped, turning my head a bit to see a shadow walking behind me through the corner of my eye. A part of me is beginning to regret just going home with Michael.

I turned the corner, quickening my pace as I fully looked back, seeing the guy gaining up on me. My heart was hammering in my chest as I broke out in a sprint, becoming paranoid. I had just run by an alleyway when a hand wrapped around my waist, lifting me off the ground as a scream emitted from my lips. His other hand covered my mouth, muffling my cries as he carried me into the alleyway, pressing me against the brick wall.

“Aren’t you a pretty one,” the older man whispered, trailing his lips on my skin as I tried to push him back.

“P-Please… don’t do this,” I sobbed, squirming in his grasp as his hand wrapped around my throat making my breath hitch.

“Shut. The. Fuck. Up,” he growled as I looked up at him, noticing that he was one of my father’s golf friends. His hands began trail -

“Miss? Miss!” The store owners voice snapped me out of my flashback, honestly glad he did as I looked towards him. His eyes were full of worry as I gave him a small smile, picking up the mask.

“Can I buy this?” I quietly asked as he returned my smile.

“No charge. Just be careful tomorrow night, alright? Clear your demons,” the owner told me as my eyes widened.

“Are you sure? I can pay for it,” I tried to argue, reaching for my wallet as his hand shot out.

“Really, it’s fine. Think of it as a gift for first-time purgers,” he grinned as I quietly thanked him. I smiled at him one last time as I continued down the strip of stores, searching for one that sells weapons. I let out a short sigh as I came up short, making my way back home as I decided to just use the knives that are in my kitchen. He’s going to pay for what he did…

-

The annual broadcast message was playing on my television as I stared down at the mask on my kitchen island, pressing my lips together in a thin line. It’s now or never. I picked the cool looking mask up from the surface, about to put it on when my phone went off. I fished it from my pocket, seeing Michael’s name on the screen as I answered it immediately.

“Hey, Mikey,” I mumbled, sitting on one of the stools.

“Hey, cutie. Everything’s locked up right?” He asked as I looked around my place, knowing that it’s not actually locked up.

“Yeah, everything’s locked up,” I lied, swallowing thickly as the guilt already sat in my stomach making me a little nauseous. “Everything good on your end?”

“Yeah, yeah. Be safe. I’ll see you in the morning,” he muttered and I nodded even though he can’t see me.

“See you,” I whispered and Michael hung up, feeling tears pool in my eyes not knowing if I’ll actually see him in the morning since Purgers will kill basically anyone. “I love you, Mikey…”

I placed the mask on, looking at myself in the mirror as I decided to dress a little differently. I wore black leather leggings with a black tank top that really showed off my chest paired with black stilettos. I grabbed the largest knife, wielding it in my hands before making my way out of the house. I locked my front door, walking down the streets of LA as I noticed other Purgers waltzing around in groups, hearing their maniacal laughs.

I got closer and closer to where my father’s friend lived, getting more nervous about doing this. I stopped in the alley where the incident happened, staring at the same brick building I was pushed up against as the sick fuck had his way with me. Anger began to flow through my veins while a couple tears slipped from my eyes. A gun cocked from behind me as I quickly turned around, a small gasp escaped my lips as I stayed still, my hands in the air slightly.

I noticed a really familiar ‘x’ on the guy's thumb, looking up at the guy in the mask. “M-Mikey?” I asked quietly, feeling my heart beat quickly in my chest as his shoulders seem to stiffen a bit. I slowly removed my mask, revealing my face as he put the gun down, uncocking it before stuffing into the waistband of his jeans.

“Y/N? What the fuck are you doing out here?” Michael asked, removing the mask from his face, his green eyes filled with worry.

“I-I’m… purging?” I mumbled, lifting my knife up as he raised an eyebrow, his red lips parted slightly.

“Who is it?” He asked and I felt my stomach drop, casting my gaze to the ground in front of me. “Y/N, please just tell me who it is. I’ll help you.”

“It-It’s one of my dad’s golf friends,” I whispered, looking back at the brick wall. “Remember that night we had drinks and you offered me to stay at your place, but I told you I’d be fine with walking home?” I asked and he nodded, frowning a bit. “W-Well, I wasn’t fine. I noticed a guy following me home and h-he ended up bringing me into this alley, pressing me roughly against the jagged wall. Mikey… I-I tried to get away but I couldn’t,” I looked up at him, my lip quivering as Michael wrapped his arms around my shoulders, pulling me into his chest as a sob escaped my lips.

“Shh, it’s okay. I got you,” he whispered into my hair, softly rubbing my back as I gripped the flannel he was wearing. “I’m gonna help you get justice, okay?” I nodded my head, glancing up at him through my lashes as Michael brought his hand up to my face, wiping the tears from my cheek.

“T-Thank you,” I mumbled, sniffling a bit as Michael smiled, pressing a small kiss to my forehead.

“I’d do anything for you, cutie,” Michael mumbled against my forehead, my heart fluttering a bit. “By the way… you definitely need to wear outfits like this more often because damn.”

I chuckled, looking down at my outfit before shifting my gaze to him, seeing his eyes roaming over my body. “I’ll be sure to do that,” I laughed, biting my lip softly. Michael grabbed my mask from the ground, gently placing it back over my face.

“You picked a cool fucking mask though. I’ll give you that,” he grinned, putting his mask back on before we began to make our way to that sick bastard house. Michael’s hand reached for mine as my breathing picked up, stopping in front of the nice place, letting out a huff of breath. My best friend began to make his way towards the front door, noticing that I wasn’t beside him as he turned around. Michael walked over to me, placing his hands on my shoulders. “I can do this for you if you want.”

I shook my head, glancing up at him through the mask. “N-No, I need him to know it was me,” I told Mikey as he nodded his head, grabbing my hand gently before tugging me towards the front door. The two of us sneaked inside and I barely poked my head in the living room to notice the man was alone, watching the television. Michael’s hand found its way onto my lower back, rubbing softly as I glanced over my shoulder at the blonde.

Michael went in first, cocked his gun before pointing it at the back of his head, clearing his throat. “Well, hello there,” I could hear the smirk in his voice as I bit my lip, shaking my limbs before walking around the couch, standing in front of them.

“It’s so good to see you again,” I spat, wielding the knife in my hands as I tilted my head to the side. The man’s eyebrows knitted together at the familiarity of my voice, placing his hands on his knees as I watched his movements closely. “So,” I started, pacing short steps in front of him, “have you forcefully pushed yourself onto any other girls like myself or was I just special?” I asked, his eyes widening a bit.

“Y/N? What are you talking about? Does your father know you’re here?” He asked as I scoffed, shaking my head a bit, taking the mask off my face.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about you sick fuck. You followed me home from the bar, dragged me into the alley and had your way with me. You’re lucky I didn’t tell my father because he would’ve killed you himself,” I growled, crouching in front of him, “and he would make your death so painful. Luckily, I’m much more considerate.”

“Y/N, we could rough him up first before he dies… or I could. If you don’t mind,” Michael spoke, slipping his mask off. I gently bit my lip, thinking about it for a few seconds before nodding my head. The blonde grinned, walking around the couch to stand beside me. He pressed a soft kiss to my cheek before taking the knife from my hand.

I watched as Michael dragged the knife across the man’s arm which resulted in him letting out a small hiss. My best friend raised his arm up quickly to bring it down into his leg, a scream escaping his lips as I jumped slightly. The older gentlemen sitting on the couch brought his head back, laughing a bit as I furrowed my bros. “So, what? You’re too chicken enough to torture me that you have your boyfriend do it?” He asked, smirking over at me as I grew angry.

“Michael, knife,” I ordered, holding out my hand as he placed the blade on my palm. I gripped the handle tightly, a scowl on my lips as I stood directly in front of my father’s friend. “I hope you have fun in hel-,” I was cut off my something sharp stabbing the side of my stomach, letting out a quick breath as I quickly slammed the sharp tip of the knife into his chest, right where his heart is.

“Y/N?” Michael called out softly as my grip on the knife loosened, stumbling back as I covered my wound.

“M-Mikey…” I breathed, my hands shaking incredibly as I glanced towards him, seeing his eyes wide. He rushed over to me, pulling up my tank top as analyzed the wound. “I-I don’t wanna die.”

“You’re not… you’re not gonna die. You’ll be fine, okay?” He mumbled, tears pooling his gorgeous green eyes as he lifted me off the ground before sprinting out of the house with me in his arms. “We’re gonna get you home and I’ll do everything I can to get the bleeding to stop. J-Just keep your eyes on me, baby.”

I could feel myself begin to grow tired after a couple minutes, knowing we’re not far from my place as my head fell back slightly. “Michael, I-I love you so much,” I muttered, sweat glistening on my face as he glanced down at me.

“I love you too a-and when morning comes I’m going to take you out for breakfast, okay?” I nodded my head, my eyes drooping as the hand that was on my wound slipped off my body, dangling. “Hey, c’mon, stay awake.”

“I-I can’t,” I mumbled, leaning my head against his shoulder, slipping into the darkness that is the abyss.

-

I shot up quickly, a gasp escaping my lips as my breathing was heavy. I glanced around, noticing that I was in my room. I’m alive?! I felt an arm around my waist, glancing down to see Michael sleeping beside me, his red lips parted slightly as soft snores were coming through. A sigh of relief left my lips, laying back down snuggling closer to Mikey as he let out a quiet groan, tightening his grip.

“You alright?” He asked tiredly, his green eyes fluttering open as I looked up at him, nodding my head.

“Yeah, I’m just surprised I’m not dead and that you’re here with me,” I whispered, giving him a small smile as he pushed some of my hair out of my face.

“I told you that you’d be okay,” Michael mumbled, his eyes searching mine for a few seconds before leaning forward, pressing his lips to mine. I let out a deep breath, moving my lips against his as I laid a hand on his cheek, feeling the slight stubble that’s grown in. “I love you,” he breathed against my lips, pecking them lightly as I grinned.

“I love you too… are we still getting breakfast?” I asked, biting my lip as my stomach growled becoming a bit hungry. Michael laughed, shaking his head a bit before nodding.

“Yeah, c’mon. Let’s go get some food, cutie.”

Taglist: @honeymoonmuke @ashs-cheergirl @gotta-try-something-new @somekindawonderfluke @dashlilymark

[corystssides]

Roommates, Part 6

Words: 2885

Summary: “I thought you guys were trying to like each other now?”

“We are trying, it’s just...things don’t change overnight, you know?”

Warnings: Swearing, arguments, family troubles, OCs, mildly inappropriate jokes, I think that’s it but lmk as usual.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

Logan walked into Astronomy on Wednesday already tired. He wouldn’t have thought that 8 am classes would be so exhausting, especially since his high school had always started at seven, but with calculus as the very first class of the day, it was miserable. And he still had chemistry to go. And, since he wasn’t seeing a sudden increase in his bank account that would cover the amount of his tuition this month, probably a call to his family later today as well.

“Gurl, you wouldn’t even believe--Logan, what’s up? You look like hell.”

“Good morning, Remanuel,” Logan said. He was surprised his lab partner was already here. Usually the guy showed up 30 seconds before class started.

“Listen, dude, I’m gonna have to get you to start calling me Remy, kay? I tried the full name gig for a few weeks, but I have to say, I’m not digging it.”

“Certainly, Remy,” Logan said, dropping his backpack and pulling out his notebook.

“Anyway, Char, I was at lab yesterday with Logan and we’re trying to position the scope but it’s being old and stupid, so James the TA came over to help, and afterwards we were talking about stars and shit, and he pointed at a plane, and he tried to convince me they were shooting stars! He’s like ‘oh yeah, you see those lights? Those two white ones moving together? Those are double shooting stars. Really rare. They always travel together at that same distance.’”

“You looked like you believed him for a second there,” Logan said, grinning.

“I almost did, for a second! I was like, ‘no, surely James is not trying to pull something that obvious over on me!’ But he was, and it was really funny after about two seconds of total confusion.”

“So what did you observe?” Charlotte, one of Logan’s other lab partners asked.

“We observed some cluster thing, y’know, one of the letter-number combination things. And we also observed Vega. That’s all we got though, because the lab got mobbed by a bunch of 101 students who needed moon observations, so we left.”

“Wait, what did you observe?” And there was Alex, their final lab partner.

Remy repeated what he’d just said, then added, “Logan’s got the papers. He seems less likely to lose them than me.”

“Sounds good,” Alex said. “Charlotte and I can start on the report then, since you guys did observations.”

“Do you want the papers?” Logan asked him, pulling the sheets out of his backpack.

“Sure. I’ll scan them and make a group folder on Google for them, sound good? That way we can all access them, and if we lose them we can just print another.”

“That is a genius idea, Alex,” Remy said. “Oh, and, off-topic, but do you pals wanna hang out on Friday? I’m going to a little music show downtown with my partner and some other friends, super cheap, like ten bucks, it’s this local band called The Cosmic Brownies.”

“I’m working, sorry,” Alex said.

“You’re always working,” Remy said. “It’s at eight.”

Alex shrugged. “I’m working until eleven.”

“I’m going home this weekend,” Charlotte said.

“To see your lizard?” Remy asked.

“Hell yes,” Charlotte said.

“What about you, Logan? You gonna join my squad on Friday?”

“Sure,” Logan said. “Where’s it at?”

“Easier question: where do you live? I’ll just pick you up on Friday.”

“Sanders Hall.”

“Great,” Remy said, pulling out his phone. “Wear like, casual clothes, like t-shirt and jeans probably. And contacts if you have them. And earplugs.”

“Why would I need contacts and earplugs?”

“It’s gonna be loud. Don’t worry, you’ll still be able to hear the music. And you might wanna mosh, I dunno, so bring contacts if you have them so you don’t have to worry about getting your glasses knocked off.”

“Okay, class, good morning!” the professor said, walking in. And on that note, Astronomy began.

~

After Astronomy, Logan headed over to the dining hall on that side of campus. It’s full name was Home Cook’t, but everyone just called it Homes. He got in line after putting his backpack in one of the storage cubbies, and saw that Virgil was already way up in front. He glanced over the rest of the line. No sign of Patton yet, which meant that he’d probably gone back to the dorms after his 8 am instead of the library today.

Patton, Virgil, and Logan had all started eating lunch together on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays about a week ago, once they finally compared schedules and realized they all had an hour of free time from 11-12 on those days. Virgil and Logan were already on that side of campus at 11, while Patton had class at 12:20, so he came over for lunch and then went to class. Roman joined them once, but since all his MWF classes were in Stoker--on the same side of campus as Sanders--he usually didn’t feel like walking all the way across campus to Homes, and instead ate at Talon Hall with theatre friends and then did homework at the dorms for a bit before returning to Stoker.

Once Logan had gone through the food lines and gotten a hamburger, some salad, a soda, and some cookies, he scanned the dining hall for Virgil. He spotted him at one of the tables by the windows, and walked over. Virgil barely glanced up and said hello. His focus was on his phone and whatever he was furiously typing at.

“What’re you doing?” Logan asked.

“Chem quiz.”

“You haven’t done that yet?” Logan asked.

Virgil flipped him off without taking his eyes off the screen. Logan rolled his eyes but stayed quiet, letting Virgil concentrate. While he waited, he tried to plan what, exactly, he’d say to his parents when the phone call inevitably came. And what he’d say if they told him that they weren’t going to pay their agreed part of the tuition anymore. And what he’d say if they told him that he was a miserable excuse for a son and they never wanted to see him again.

Then he realized he was catastrophizing, and tried to quit that line of thinking. It was illogical to be thinking like that. No doubt Dad had just forgotten that it was Wednesday and he had to transfer the money to Logan’s account today. Nothing to worry about at all.

Virgil finished his quiz about five minutes later, less than 30 seconds before Patton showed up.

“Hey guys!” Patton said, plopping down with some pizza and french fries.

“Hey Pat,” Virgil said, slipping his phone into his pocket. Logan waved, not wanting to talk with food in his mouth.

“So Makayla just texted me, and she and Jenny aren’t going to make it,” Patton said. It’s just going to be the four of us tonight.”

“Whose dorm, then?” Logan asked.

“Depends. How clean is your guys’ dorm?” Patton asked.

“Spotless,” Virgil said. “Logan can’t stand anything less.”

“I’m not the one who was sweeping at two a.m. this morning,” Logan said.

“Yeah, but you would be the one who complained after stepping on popcorn when you got up.”

“Let’s do your guys’ dorm then,” Patton said. “Roman’s working on a project right now that’s kind of taken over the dorm, and it would be a project in itself just to clean it up.”

“Sounds good,” Virgil said. “I have Risk, so we could play that.”

“I brought Monopoly from home,” Patton said, grinning. “We can switch games then, if one gets too heated.”

Logan nodded. That would be a better idea than trying to stick to one game or calling the night off.

“My moms also sent over some tofu loaf, so as long as neither of you are allergic to soy, you guys get to experience my mother’s cooking, which, by the way, is the bomb!”

“Neither of us are allergic to soy,” Logan said. “Virgil’s lactose intolerant, though.”

“It’s not super severe, but straight-up milk will mess me up. Cheese is usually okay as long as I don’t have too much. So like, I can still eat a slice of pizza usually,” Virgil said. “How do you even know that? I don’t think I’ve ever told you that.”

“You told me in one of the first few emails we sent each other, after I asked if there were any dietary restrictions I should be aware of,” Logan said.

“I don’t remember that at all,” Virgil said, pulling out his phone to see if he really had emailed that at one point.

“It was one of the emails that had fifty or so questions in it, so it’s unlikely you would remember everything I asked,” Logan said.

“I’ll be sure to remember that, Virgil,” Patton said. “I’d feel terrible if I got you sick. On that note, though, are you allergic to anything Logan?”

“I have seasonal allergies, but I don’t have any food allergies, no.”

“I remember this email now,” Virgil muttered. “I forgot about the food question because the most memorable part of this email was me freaking out because I misinterpreted the question where you asked if I wanted the top bunk or the bottom bunk.”

Logan made a noise of amusement into his soda. Patton looked confused. “How do you misinterpret a question like that?” he asked.

“Uh, don’t worry about it, Pat,” Virgil said, as Logan actually started cracking up.

“No, I want to understand the joke! Tell me!” Patton said

“Don’t think about it as asking about bunks,” Virgil said.

“Top or bottom...not bunks? I don’t under--ooohhh,” Patton said, earning a fresh set of snickers from Logan. “Okay. I get it now.”

“Immature humor at its finest,” Virgil said drily. “Hey, what are you guys doing on Friday night?”

“I’m going on a date, why?” Patton asked.

“I’m looking for an excuse to get out of going home this weekend,” Virgil said. “Dad doesn’t work Saturday, so if I can’t go home Friday I’m set.”

“Just tell them you have too much homework,” Logan said.

“That doesn’t work on them. They just tell me to bring it with me.”

“Why don’t you want to go home?” Patton asked.

“I just want to relax on the weekend, you know? But since I’m not at home during the week, everyone in the house wants to hang out to an excessive degree and then I come back even more tired than I was.”

“Have you actually had a relaxing weekend at the dorm yet?” Logan asked.

“Shut up Logan,” Virgil said, with almost no bite to it. “What are you doing Friday?”

“Do you want me to shut up or do you want me to answer the question?”

“You know, actually I changed my mind. I think I’ll just go home instead,” Virgil said.

“I’m going to a concert with a lab partner and some of his friends,” Logan said, deciding that Virgil wanted him to answer the question instead of shut up. “It’s the, uh, Cosmic Brownies?”

Virgil gave him a look of disbelief. “Why?” he asked.

“Because I was invited?” Logan said, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah, but Cosmic Brownies is like, the least ‘Logan Pensive’ style of music on this earth. Why would you even want to go?”

“So you’ve heard their music before? What style is it?”

“It’s shitty, tuneless, loud, punk rock kinda stuff. I had an ex who really liked it, trust me, it’s not your style of music.”

Logan shrugged. “I may not enjoy the music, but usually outings with friends are more about the friends than the outing.”

“You have friends? Wild,” Virgil said.

“I’m just as surprised that you’ve managed to have an ex,” Logan said.

“Wow,” Patton said. “You guys are mean today.”

Both Logan and Virgil paused for a moment. “You’re right, Patton, my apologies,” Logan said.

“We’re just tired, and that makes us both bitchy,” Virgil said.

“We shouldn’t let that affect our interactions though,” Logan said. “Maybe we should move to a different topic. Uhh, your date on Friday, maybe?”

Patton laughed. “That’s a very smooth transition, Logan.”

Logan scowled, feeling that he was being made fun of. “So who is this date of yours?” he asked.

“Tinder date. Hopefully not an axe murderer or something. We’ve been talking for about a week now.”

“You’re using a dating app?” Virgil asked.

“Yeah? How else would I be looking for love?”

“Join a club and pine hopelessly after someone nice looking until they notice?”

Patton laughed again. “Oh come on Virgil, this isn’t fanfiction. If you want love, you have to seek it out yourself.”

“Hm, have to agree with Patton on that,” Logan said. “It’s unreasonable to put the responsibility for noticing attraction on the other person. Best to be upfront about it.”

“Have you ever actually dated someone, Logan?” Virgil asked disbelievingly.

“Yes, I have!” Logan snapped. Then he sighed. “I’m sorry. I’m not really in a good mood for socializing. I think I’m going to go back to the dorm and take a nap or something until we have to go to chemistry.” He pushed back his chair and grabbed his tray.

“Are you going to be alright for game night?” Patton asked.

“I don’t know. We’ll see. I’ll see you later.” And with that, Logan left.

There were a few moments of silence where Virgil and Patton just ate their lunch. Finally, Patton asked, “So what’s going on with Logan?”

“He’s just bitchy,” Virgil said, rolling his eyes. “He needs like a billion hours of sleep and to be in bed by 10 pm and total darkness and no roommates trying to do their homework.”

“I thought you guys were trying to like each other now?”

“We are trying, it’s just...things don’t change overnight, you know?”

Patton frowned. “Well, I suppose so,” he said. Then, he thought of something. “Maybe you should get him one of those mask things for sleeping. That way he can have his total darkness and you can do your homework.”

“Ha!” Virgil said. “He’d probably take that as some kind of insult.”

“Maybe I’ll buy him one of those mask things for sleeping,” Patton said, grinning. “Then he’ll see it as just a gift.”

“I don’t know about that,” Virgil said. Patton was already pulling out his phone and looking up different masks. Virgil made a note of amusement. Patton was just so determined to make them get along.

“Do you think we should play Risk or Monopoly first?” Patton asked, scrolling.

“Probably Monopoly. We don’t want to end the night by ruining friendships.”

Patton laughed at that, and Virgil grinned.

~

When Roman got to the dorm, he thought Chemistry must have been cancelled, because he could hear Logan arguing, and who else would he be arguing with besides Virgil? Not wanting to miss this newest development in Roommates-not-Friends-ville, Roman quickly unlocked his door and slid into his dorm.

Logan was loud enough that Roman could hear his exact tone, but not quite loud enough to be clear. What was clear, though, is that he couldn’t hear anything from Virgil, and he doubted that Virgil would just stand pretty and let Logan yell at him. Roman really shouldn’t eavesdrop, but he was so darn curious. If it wasn’t Virgil that Logan was mad at, who could it possibly be? Logan always seemed pretty calm when it came to anyone else. Shoot, he was even pretty calm around Virgil. Roman didn’t think he’d ever heard Logan sound this angry.

He grabbed the plastic cup that was holding his pencils, shook the pencils out, and put it up to the wall to listen.

“--so was there an actual reason you called, or do you just want to complain about me?”

Muffled voice from the phone.

“Yeah, I figured. Somehow money’s always tight when it comes to the things I want to do, isn’t it? By the way, did you get that new Smith and Remington or whatever that you were talking about this weekend?”

Logan’s voice was very bitter, and very cold. The voice on the other end was outraged, but Roman still couldn’t make out what it was saying.

“I’m literally in training to be a scientist, and that’s still not enough for you! That’s what! God damn, a little support would be nice once in a while! But no, you and Mom are so miserable that you can’t see anyone else being happy or successful, and you have to ruin it for the rest of us!”

Oh shit, this was family issues. Yikes.

“Well maybe I don’t want to go to Thanksgiving either! Jesus Christ!”

Definite anger on the other side, though this time much quieter.

“Yeah yeah, I’m the family disappointment, absolutely shameful that we actually get a Pensive with thoughts of his own. Whatever. I have class. Say hi to Mom. Or don’t. I don’t care.”

There was silence for a moment, and then a quiet “Fuck.” Then it was followed by several more strings of swears that were angry and regretful all at once. Then there was some shuffling and a door shutting, which was presumably Logan getting on his not-so-merry way to class.

Something told Roman that game night was going to be a stressful event.

~

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[newxdiary]

May 14, 2022

--METER—

Coffee and Rock and Roll time: 6:00 pm

Bruce Springsteen, THE RIVER The Smiths, THE SMITHS The Clash, SANDINISTA The Kinks, THE KINKS ARE THE VILLAGE GREEN PRESERVATION SOCIETY

Eating pizza for breakfast, because it is my right as a single middle-aged man who works graveyard shift and closely guards his right to his own perspective. I’m reminded of one of my favorite lines from the Clash Song, LOSE THIS SKIN: “What’s it like to be so free? So free it looks like lost to me!

Last night, I lost business, but only at the end, due to a malfunctioning meter. It suddenly began under tallying the miles. I noticed it when I drove Frank Number 2 home. His fare consistently comes to $21-22 and it came to $12 last night. I’m not taking a pay cut.

Today, I took the time to complete my ballot and vote. I made my choices based on the topic of defund the police and other crime issues. I believe in Police Reform, but not at the expense of a functioning police force. I agree that the abusive nature of the status quo of policing is a problem, long overdue to be solved, but abolishing them altogether is a stupid idea. People need to go back to being practical.

About 20 years ago, I was a member of a dragon boat racing team. We practiced to compete in the dragon boat races at the annual Rose Festival. While at practice one day, my car was broken into and someone stole my pants. Yes, my pants were stolen out of my car in downtown Portland. Believing that its better to report a crime rather than not, I contacted the Portland Police Bureau. Later that night, a young police man came to my door at the house I shared with friends on SE 48th avenue. He took my statement about the car break in. I mentioned that the pants were a size 34 waist by 32 inseam, and he couldn’t help but chuckle. Of course, there wasn’t going to be an investigation.

About 10 years later, my car was broken into in front of my house. Very little was stolen, as I believe they were more interested in documents for identity theft, etc. When I called the police to report it, the person on the other end of the line was directing me to a website for reporting car break ins. I asked them why they weren’t going to send a cop over and they said that’s not what they do anymore. The PPB was starting to gradually feel the effects of staffing shortages, and consequently so were services.

Over the intervening years, I’ve witnessed drivers increasingly breaking traffic laws. More and more often I would start to see drivers running red lights, excessively speed on the freeway, and now surface roads. It used to be that every once in a while, I would see someone run a light. Soon, I started to see them every day. (for those of you who don’t know, I drive a taxi at night, at least five nights a week) Now all the time.

An absence of sufficient law enforcement officers has created a sense of laxity in consequences for traffic infractions: and other crimes. When my apartment was broken into, about 19 months ago, I contacted the police at 2:30 a.m. They didn’t get back to me until 8 am, and all that they did was to provide me with a case number. I couldn’t be angry about It, while I called the first time, the police precinct up on MLK and Killingsworth was surrounded by activists who were trying to burn it down. They had taken over the roadway on MLK and declared it the “Patrick Kimmons Autonomous Zone” Ultimately, I had to investigate my own burglary.

The activism against police brutality is a cause that I would believe in, and align myself with, if it was rational. I want police reform, but that doesn't look like abolishing the police. Similarly, defunding the police is also ridiculous as reform often costs more than maintaining the status quo. Patrick Kimmons was a man who in the course of an altercation downtown, shot two people. Shortly after this, officers from the Portland Police Bureau who were nearby attempted to arrest him. He fled with the gun he had just used and was shot dead by the cops. Tragic. Tragic, however, it’s not much of an example of police brutality. Well, not to too many. In the estimation of groups like “Don’t Shoot Portland,” He gets treated like a martyr and when people march against police brutality, they simultaneously march for justice for Patrick Kimmons. How am I supposed to join in the fight against police brutality when this the example they hold up?

At this point, Portland is convulsing with crime. Gang violence, random violence, possibly even thrill killing. Recently a security guard at a hotel I drop folks off at was shot to death in his car. Two nights ago a homeless woman was murdered, shortly after a drum circle. Other crimes of pure recklessness are also having an effect. One of our drivers was nearly killed when a car speeding through the old town section of Portland ran a light and crushed his car at the driver’s side. This car was travelling at speeds in excess of 50mph, and on a road that has a traffic light on every block. This accident, in which this man’s injuries are so severe that he will spend at least a year recovering from, has been enabled by the dearth of consequences that are due to inadequate staffing at the Portland Police Bureau.

I voted for candidates who are opposed to defund the police. I recommend everyone else does the same.