#and then he texted me at 10-ish pm and i told him the next morning that i didnt reply bc i was asleep

[darcyolsson]

spent years avoiding telling ppl about my health problems only to find out it barely makes a difference if i do tell them bc people literally just dont remember 😭😭😭 it does not change people's perception of me in a big way it literally doesnt even change people's perception of me in a small way. like for example remembering that i told them that i am disabled

[hwangsies]

LIMERENCE

(n) the state of becoming infatuated with another person

pairing: hyunjin x female reader

summary: you haven’t spoken a word to hyunjin since he ghosted you after a fun new years eve together, so what’s the worst that could happen when fate (or chaeryong,...well, same thing) pairs you up for a road trip across the country?

warnings: e2l (ish), university student!au, non idol!au ,a lot of swearing. alcohol consumption,long flashback, mentions of infidelity, hyunjin is a giggly sweetheart, smut as in: dom!hyunjin, unprotected sex (wrap it up luvs),fingering, oral (f recieving), slight choking, praise kink, hand & strenght kink (manhandleing oopsie), slight overstimulation, hyunjin is really enthusiastic about consent (as you should be, periodt), reader is nervous and scared of hyunjins big pickle (ew i hate myself), motel sex (but it’s not trashy i promise!)

8.6 k words ,meaning grab a snack and a drink,

and enjoy!<3

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"alright everyone" your professor rubs his hands together "that was it for today... i hope you all have a great break and i'm very exited to see all of you again next semester. hopefully in person again" he chuckles.

You and your classmates exchange goodbyes with him before one after the other exits the zoom call.

"fuck" you sigh after closing your laptop and lean back on your bed.

"you did it girl" your dormmate chaeryong claps, at which you giggle before shifting your eyes to her on the other side of the room.

She's sitting on her bed, folding her clothes before putting it in her suitcase thats placed in front of her.

"finally" you sit up and watch her roll up a pair of socks.

"my last class was yesterday and mrs kim teared up" she giggles "it was kinda cute not gonna lie"

"oh god" you snicker.

"hey did you find someone to take to yongin?" you ask, remebering chearyong talking about wanting to find someone to share gas expenses with in exchange for a ride to her hometown.

"oh yea, i did" she turn to you "i think you know him, seo changbin?"

You furrow your brows in thought, you feel like you've heard of the name.

"he's a music major, one year above us, hes also from yongin" she continues folding a pair of jeans "funny you'd ask actually cause he told me one of his friends was looking for a ride to seoul, isn't that where you're going?"

"Yea i was thinking about finding someone honestly because gas is really fucking expensive if you aint rich" you say, placing your laptop onto your nightstand.

"Mm you aint gotta tell me girl" chaeryong mumbles, folding a sweatshirt.

"so who's that friend?" you ask, stretching out on your bed.

"he's in his grade, hyunjin"

Your neck almost cracks from how fats you whip your head “hwang hyunjin?”

"Oh yea" she points at you "you know him?"

"unfortunately" you huff.

"o-oh, what"s the tea?" your roommate wiggles her brows at which you shake your head.

"nothing much really" you sigh, leaning back again "he's just like the most arrogant and stuck up fuckboy ever"

"wow, well thats not nothing" chaeryong laughs "any reason as to why you think that?"

"you could probably ask any girl on campus and she'll tell you the same" you scoff.

"really girl?" chaeryong squints an eye at you playfully "cause i've only heard of him being hot but never of him being a hoe. And you know i'm the first to know the hot gossip" she winks.

Laughing defeatedly, running your hand through your hair.

"it's just- we hit it off at the campus' new years eve party, like really hit it off- at least thats what i thought"

"oooh spill it spill it" chaeryong leaps over to your bed to sit at the end of it.

"well there's really not much to spill, i gave him my number and he was talking all that smack about taking me out and stuff aaand to make a long story short i never heard from him again"

"well" chaeryong speaks slowly, biting her lip guiltily "i dont think you'll be very happy about me giving changbin your number for him, then?"

"you did what???" your eyes almost pop out of your head.

"sooorryy" she jumps up from your bed, clutching her hands apologetically "i didnt know"

"aaaaarghh" you whine, burying your face in your pillow.

"maybe he won't even text you though" chaeryong tries to console you, but the damage is already done...

-

unknown number - hey i got this number from changbin, i heard you're driving up to seoul, i'd love to tag along if you're looking for someone to share expenses with -recieved at 9:12 am

You huff looking at the message on your phone.

After chaeryong had left last night you really convinced yourself that he couldn't possibly dare to reach out to you.

But here you are reading his message after just waking up, and your day is already ruined.

you - who is this? - sent at 9:56 am

You know who it is, but you're not going to give him the satisfaction of thinking that you do.

Scoffing when he answers almost immediately.

unknown number - this is hyunjin, did i reach the right person? - recieved at 9:57 am

You have two choices at this point.

1. be petty and bitter about a boy who probably doesn't even remember you.

Or 2. move on and help someone who is also just trying to get home and also maybe get some closure.

So you curse your mother for rasing you so well and suck it up.

you - yea sure, i planned on leaving tomorrow at around 6 pm - sent at 10:02 am

Damn you and your common human decency.

he sus - oh okay great :) i only have one suitcase and a backpack btw so i wont take up alot of space or anything - recieved at 10:05 am

he sus - also i feel weird bc i dont know ur name or anything changbin literally just sent me the number and nothing else lol, also 6 sounds good should we meet at the main building then? -sent at 10:06 am

You're quite honestly not shocked that he seems nice over text because he was the same when you met on new years eve.

you - sure lets meet at the main building, my car is white and my name is y/n - sent at 10:09 am

Cringing as you press the send button because you are 99% certain he won't answer anymore; not that you'd care, obviously.

he sus - alright y/n see you tomorrow at 6 then :) - recieved at 10:14 am

You raise your brows when your phone lights up with his message, does he really not remember you?

Was he that drunk?

Well, it doesnt matter because you don't want to pay for all this gas alone and he seems to be the next best option to fix that.

So you shrug it off and get out off bed to run some last errands and start packing.

-

Your heart is beating unreasonably fast when you take a turn towards the main building at 5:55 pm the next day.

Calm down y/n it’ll just be 5 hours and who says you have to talk to him?

However you do know deep in your heart that you only wanted to arrive just a little early so you could complain about him being late.

That plan got cut short because your eyes fall on him as you pull up to the main building.

He’s- oh my god he’s blonde. You stop your car and he looks up at you.

“it is you!” hyunjin smiles at you when you step out of the car.

“who else would it be?” you ask, a little irritated at his reaction.

His face drops a bit when he sees you clearly annoyed by him, but the doesn’t blame you; he’d be mad too.

You open your trunk for him to put his weirdly small suitcase into, looking him up and down as he lifts it inside.

He’s wearing dark baggy pants and a windbreaker jacket, the top part of his chin-length blonde hair is pulled back into a messy ponytail.

He seemed to have bulked up as well, shoulders looking broader than what you remember.

The hair is different than the jet black hair that you remember on him, but it suits him very well; to be honest he would look good in any hair colour, not that you’d care though.

The first thirty minutes of the ride go by agonizingly slow and in complete silence.

When you drive onto the freeway you can’t take it anymore and mumble something among the lines of ‘wanna listen to some music?’.

You don’t wait for an answer, pressing the radio button right as you finish your sentence.

“uh, actually” hyunjin starts, his hand lifting to turn the radio back off, your eyes snap towards him, is he serious? Turning off your radio in your car?

“I wanted to address this situation” he says rather quietly.

You scoff “what? You realized that this is awkward just now?”

“no- I mean- yes I understand why you would think that but I just really want a chance to explain myself” he stutters.

“explain yourself” you repeat after him before mumbling “sure because there’s so much to explain”

“listen, I know you think I’m an asshole who just ghosted you b-“

“listen, I can handle rejection, you could’ve just said that you weren’t looking for something serious and I would’ve accepted that. The thing I’m mad about though is you literally making false promises and shit” 

Hyunjin blinks at you “can I please just explain to you what happened?”

You let out a long huff “sure” you wave your hand “go ahead”

“when you and your friends left at around 4, you wrote your number on my arm with your eyeliner, correct?” he asks.

Glancing over at him, you nod.

“after you where gone, I was already pretty drunk but then my friends decided to drag me with them to a different party that was still going” you see him fiddling with his hands in your peripheral “well I got super fucking shitfaced at that party and ended up puking on this one guys shoes”

You raise your eyebrows and hold back a laugh, which he notices.

“its okay you can laugh” he chuckles as well.

“anyways that guy was not very happy about it and busted my lip before kicking me and my friends out, so then back in the dorm my roommate sat me in the shower because I was full of alcohol, blood and puke”

“ew” you chime in.

“and when I woke up the next morning your number was gone” hyunjin looks over at you “we don’t have any mutual friends, I didn’t know what your major is so I couldn’t even asks for you in the administrating office, and then the covid lockdown happened and here we are”

“you called the administrating office?” you look over at him, he nods a little smile on his stupid pretty lips.

“yep, so, sorry to tell you but your eyeliner is not waterproof” he jokes at which you playfully knit your brows at him.

“believe me, I wanted to text you. I really wanted to take you out; and when you sent me your name yesterday I didn’t know if this was a lucky coincidence or if you’re a different y/n, that’s why I didn’t say anything” he explains.

You take a deep breath as you realize you have to apologize for going off on him just now, you believe him but you hate apologizing.

“well, I feel like an ass for going off on you like that after hearing all this” you chuckle “I’m sorry” you eye him shortly before looking back on the road.

“it’s okay, you don’t have to apologize I get how it looked, very much sus” he laughs with you.

-

Coming back to your car after you took a bathroom break on a highway rest-stop, you see hyunjin sitting in the drivers seat.

“what do you think you’re doing?” you smile as you sit down on the passenger seat.

“I thought maybe you’d like to sleep since its dark already and you’ve been driving for almost 3 hours” he suggests while putting on his seatbelt.

“well, I wont say no to that” you shrug and put your seatbelt on as well.

“so when did you go blonde?” you ask curiously.

“uh- around end of june” hyunjin chuckles “it was a dare if I’m being honest but I ended up liking it and got it redone”

“oh okay” you check out his profile once more and follow his hair with your eyes “I like it”

“yea?”

“yea, which is weird cause I’m usually not into blondes at all” you wonder.

“hm” he grins “must be me then” he says before winking at you.

“pfff, in your dreams” you rebuttal playfully, at which he laughs and mumbles a ‘true’.

You don’t react to it because you think your ears are playing tricks on you.

“hey I have a question too” hyunjin says.

“what’s up” you lean your arm against the window as you look over at him.

His face is slightly lit by the lights of the other cars, no seriously, how can a side profile be so perfect?

“why did you even agree to take me with you if you thought I ghosted you?” he grins.

You laugh “well, I’m a nice person and I know not a lot of people there are from seoul and my mom raised me right, okay?”

“okay okay” he giggles, the way his eyes crinkle when he does makes you smile everytime.

“or…did you have such a good time with me on new years that you just had to jump on this opportunity?” he quips, carefully stealing a peek at you.

“sure, why do you think I was so upset when you didn’t text” you feign sadness.

The both of you laugh before falling into comfortable silence.

When looking outside your window, you think back to said new years eve.

-(flashback)

“oh my god” you said, stepping into the big hall that usually is the universities gym. But whoever planned this outdid themselves.

A dj was placed on one of the tribunes and a whole buffet of drinks and punches on the other, as well as a big disco ball hanging from the ceiling, making the room shimmery and shiny.

You could see people coming out of the doors that connected into the universities hall on one side and into the locker rooms on the others, as if it wasn’t already packed.

“this is fucking insane” lia, your roommate from last semester, squeaked while grabbing your arm and jumping a little, her voice overpowering the blasting music..

“I wanna get fucking hammered tonight” you turned to her.

“oh babe don’t worry,  we didn’t come here to drink soda” she laughed before spotting some of your other friends.

About five minutes before midnight you and some more girls gathered at the buffet of drinks and started doing shots.

You all had decided that instead of kissing someone at 12 o’clock you’d ring in 2020 with a shot, because alcohol can’t cheat on you.

You were laughing at something when some people started the countdown.

10!

9!

8!

7!

6!

5!

4!

3!

2!

1!

“HAPPY NEW YEAR”

Every one shouted and celebrated in union as you downed your shot.

“happy new year babe” lia hugged you after downing hers.

“happy new year!” you shouted into her ear, full of relief that this stressful year was over.

“lets do another one” she grinned widely after your whole friend group had shared their wishes with each other.

A girl you didn’t know very well handed you another shot, just as you emptied your glass you heard a guy yell something before stumbling into your back.

“jesus” you stumbled forward a bit before turning around, ready to throw someone a dirty look.

“I’m so sorry, are you okay?” in front of you suddenly stood a tall dark haired young man with almost too perfect facial features, frowning a little out of concern.

“nothing happened” you smiled, taking a step towards him so he’d hear you better.

“I’m glad” he replied, a grin slowly stretched across his handsome face

“I’m y/n” you giggled as you held out your hand.

His eyes crinkled with his smile as he took your hand in his “I’m hyunjin” he said before pressing a kiss to the back of your hand.

“okay guys let her have her fun lets go over there” you hear lia usher your friends away from behind you.

“happy new year y/n” he said before instinctively pulling you a little closer to him when a group of people passed behind you.

“happy new year hyunjin” you replied, a slow blush creeping on your face from how intensely he was taking in your appearance.

“well yea happy fucking new years to me for running into you” he joked before taking a sip, your brain wasn’t able to function anymore so you just giggled and nervously pushed your hair behind your ear.

It had been way too long since you’d talked to a guy, especially someone as attractive as him

“you’re fucking stunning” hyunjin complimented you and lifted your hand with his to make you spin for him, to which you complied because you took a long time getting ready and always appreciate being appreciated.

“thank you” you were crimson red by now but hoped he wouldn’t see because of the dimmed lights.

“how come I’ve never seen you around? I would’ve remembered you” he tilted his head.

“oh this was my first year here and I live on the other side of campus so…” you nodded slowly “but yea I would’ve remembered you too”

He grinned before downing his drink and putting on the table next to the both of you.

“wanna dance?”

That’s how you found yourself on the dance floor with hyunjin pressed against your back.

Slowly but surely the alcohol made you braver; and it didn’t take long for the dj to play perfect songs to grind yourself against his toned body to.

His reaction was instant, hands gripping even harder at your waist and his own movements matching your own.

You looked back at him just to have the air knocked out of your lungs, a barely there sheen of sweat was covering his forehead; his pupils were dilated and his lips were slightly parted before his tongue swiftly swept over his lower lip.

He looked like sex on legs and moved like it too.

His plump lips formed into a grin when he noticed you staring, you didn’t know if it was the alcohol running through your system but you so desperately wanted to kiss him.

“can’t stop looking at you either, pretty” he lowered his head to mumble against your cheek before pressing a kiss there.

“you’re so goddamn sexy” you blurted out as you turned around to face him, running one of your hands through his dark hair before positioning them on his firm chest.

He threw back his head as his chest vibrated with laughter.

“don’t laugh at me” you laughed as you locked eyes again.

“you’re cute when you’re drunk” hyunjin brought one hand to your face to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

“you dont even know me sober” you giggle “also i’m not drunk!” you protested playfully, his hands found your waist in the meantime to pull you flush to his body; at which you gasped almost inaudibly.

“oh really?” he looked down at you, clearly amused “didn’t you drink like 5 shots half an hour ago?”

“well well well, I didn’t know I had an audience” you countered, looping your arms around his neck.

Hyunjin prodded at the inside of his cheek with his tongue before looking away for a swift second, slightly embarrassed because he just exposed himself.

You felt yourself gush a little when he licked his lips again after bringing his gaze back to you.

“so you almost knocked me over on purpose?” you grinned even bigger when he shook his head laughingly.

“listen” he chuckled, leaning down unnecessarily close because you could hear him perfectly fine but you weren’t going to complain.

“I actually didn’t run into you on purpose, that was my friends doing after he saw me notice you” he said.

You mouthed an ‘ahh’ while nodding, feigning disbelief.

“I’m serious” hyunjin laughed “I still have to thank him later; I would’ve probably chickened out”

He got quieter at the end of his sentence, his eyes jumping to your lips when you wet your lower lip with your tongue quickly.

“i-m glad he pushed you then” you replied, trying to hide the fact that your heart was pumping your blood in record time.

“yea” he inched his face closer to yours as you tilted your chin up to meet him in the middle “me too”

His eyes switched from your lips to your eyes one more time before closing the gap between the both of you.

His lips were firm but soft at the same time in the way they moulded against yours, you swore you could hear lia squealing from somewhere but maybe you were just hearing things.

But when his tongue touched yours in the most tentative way you lost contact to what was going on around you, slinging your arms tighter around his neck and deepening the kiss.

A tiny groan escaped hyunjins throat when you carded your fingers through his hair to tug on it and release some of the adrenalin that rushed through you.

He was slow and explorative and let you take control from time to time before sucking on your lower lip and making you loose it.

You didn’t know how many songs had passed; to be honest you didn’t even remember what song was playing when you started kissing.

All you knew in that moment was hyunjins lightly flushed cheeks, swollen lips and dark glistening eyes.

“let’s go somewhere else?” he questioned in a whisper when you bit your lip, nodding at his question.

He grabbed your hand in his before manoeuvring the both of you through the dancing and celebrating crowd.

Before you knew it, hyunjin pulled you into the entrance hall of the university where multiple people had the same idea as you.

Couples scattered across the big room, some just talking, most of them however making out heavily.

“come on” he softly tugged at your hand, smiling when your gaze falls on him.

He lead you up the big flight of stairs onto a floor of the building you’ve never been to, stopping in front of a random room before pulling a small set of keys out of his back pocket.

After unlocking the door, he opened it to let you step inside.

It was a dance studio, the wall right across from you was just one huge mirror through which you could see the big couch in the back of the room and the water dispensers next to it.

“why do you have the keys for this room?” you asked, giggling.

Hyunjin grinned as he closed the door “I’m a dance major, we all have keys for the practice rooms”

“that’s so cool” you beamed “I wish I could dance” you looked around the room, walking towards the mirrored wall a little bit.

“you were moving just fine earlier” hyunjin came up behind you, nimble hands finding your waist as he looked you up and down through the mirror intensely, now that you were under the bright lights of the room.

You couldn’t help but to smile a little at that, the tight little glitter dress that you had chosen really did accentuate your curves in the best way possible, paired with the cute black heels which made your legs look way longer than they actually are.

“but that was like club sexy dancing, you know?” you elaborated.

“hm” he hummed amusedly “whats wrong with sexy club dancing?” you turned around to him.

He didn’t look to shabby himself, all in black, a chic button up with some jeans and a belt; accessorized with rings on his pretty fingers, a  dainty silver necklace and some small earrings.

Some might say he was underdressed, but the way he carried himself with such confidence, and that face of his must for sure be a panty dropper, you thought.

“nothing but… I don’t know, teach me something” you pleaded.

“what do you want me to teach you?” he laughed.

“I don’t know a pirouette or something” you suggested, laughing as well.

“okay” he grinned “this is like the base stance” he positioned himself correctly before looking at you to see if you were following his instructions.

“mhm” you hummed, replicating what he was doing.

“and then you get momentum with one leg to be able to swing yourself around, like this” hyunjin explained before executing a perfect pirouette and ending it back in the base stance.

“that was fast” you chuckled.

“your turn” he grins before moving behind you “try to keep your eyes on yourself in the mirror otherwise you’ll loose balance”

“okay” you said unsurely.

“I’ll catch you if you fall” he winked at you, at which you scoff playfully before carefully swinging yourself into a pirouette.

You landed on wobbly legs but before you could tip over hyunjin stabilized you with a firm grip on your hips.

“you’re a natural” he grinned at you through the mirror.

“well thank you” you playfully feigned cockiness before he spun you around himself.

A few seconds pass of the both of you taking in each others features in silence, the only thing you could hear was the faint music of the party downstairs, before hyunjin spoke up.

“can I kiss you?”

You fell into giggles again as you let your forehead rest against his collarbone before looking up again “we’ve kissed before”

“yea but that was like a moment and I don’t want to catch you off guard or anything” he mumbles cutely.

“mm” you nod “ you can kiss me”

And with a smile, he does.

You weren’t surprised when his first gentle ministrations turned into more desperate ones rather quickly because you could feel the warmth spread in your lower regions as well.

He walked the both of you over to the couch, only parting from your lips when he sat down on the black leather material of the couch.

“come here, pretty girl” he took your hand to help you straddle him, your dress riding up but you couldn’t care less if he saw your safety shorts, and he didn’t seem to care either by the way he feverishly connected your lips again.

His hands travelled down to squeeze at your waist before smoothing over your ass and grabbing a handful of each cheek, you moaned into the kiss when you realized how big his hands were.

Your own hands were squeezing at his shoulders before one moved into his soft hair while the other softly rested on his cheek.

The kiss was messy and desperate, teeth clinking together and tongues licking at each other.

The things that riled you up the most however were his groans and praises.

“you’re so fucking sexy” he groaned before moving down to kiss at your jaw and down your neck.

A needy whimper escaped from your throat when he started suckling the sensitive skin at the base of your throat.

“fuck-hyunjin” you moaned when his teeth grazed over your clavicle.

Your hands fumbled before landing on his belt, at which he pulled away from your skin, gently taking your hands off of his belt.

“I’d love to take you out first, actually” his pretty kiss swollen lips twitched up into a shy smile as he pants.

“oh” you were taken aback, you were almost certain that this was something regular for him “I thought-“

“I mean if you just want to fuck we can fuck of course” he chuckled “but- I actually think you’re really cute and fun and I’d love to get to know you better”

Your mouth stood a little agape “uh- I mean-I” you stuttered, your brain not functioning properly because of the alcohol running through your veins but also him!

“its okay if you just want, you know-“

“no!” you blurted out all over sudden, making him flinch a little “sorry, uhm- its just been a while since I had a date” you smile apologetically.

His expression visibly brightens “that’s okay” he giggled “so is that a yes?”

You grinned, leaning in to just barely brush your lips with his, his head twitching upwards in an attempt to connect them fully.

“yes” you whispered, at which he smiled brightly before pulling your in for a kiss by your neck.

-(flashback end)

“y/n”

“hey, y/n” you grumble when you feel someone gently rocking your shulder.

“mmm-what?” you peek your eyes open just to see hyunjin smile at you.

“good morning sunshine” he teases as you sit up in your seat when you realize you aren’t driving anymore.

“just kidding its not morning” he says as you look around your car, realizing your on a parking lot.

“where the fuck are we?” you whip your head towards him “did you bring me here to kill me? kidnap me?”

“wha?- no” he laughs “no, I’m sorry. Right after you fell asleep there was this huge traffic jam because of an accident and we stood there for almost 3 hours so I drove off and found this” he points out the rear window, where you see a small motel building.

You look back at him before checking the time on your phone, seeing it was indeed almost midnight.

“fuck” you swear to yourself.

“I didn’t know if you wanted to keep driving because I was getting tired so I thought maybe-“ hyunjin starts rambling guiltily, not wanting you to thing that this was an attempt to get in your pants.

“hey” you put your hand on his shoulder after taking off your seatbelt “this is good, you made the right decision I think we both could use some sleep” you say.

You each take your suitcases and walk inside, it’s an old building but it looks pretty clean for a motel off of the highway.

“good evening you two” an old lady sits behind the, probably just as old, reception.

“good evening, could we get 2 single rooms, please” hyunjin speaks up politely.

“I’m afraid we only have 2 double bed rooms available, if you’d like to take them, they will however be more expensive than the rooms for one” she explains politely.

“its okay, we’ll take one of those, please” you decide, hyunjins head snapping towards you.

“is that okay?” you ask him.

“yea- sure” he nods.

“alright, room 301 it is” she hands you the key before stating that you’ll have to checkout before 12 pm and what the room costs.

“do you accept card?” hyunjin asks at which the friendly old lady nods before taking his card and swiping it through her little machine.

“I’ll venmo you half of what you paid” you say after unlocking room 301.

He tsk’s at you before shaking his head “don’t, it was my idea so I’ll pay”

“are you sure?” you ask closing the door behind you when he turns on the lights.

“yup-oh” he exclaims.

“this room is cute” you say, it’s small but the walls are a soft sunflower yellow, decorated with paintings of autumn leaves .

The bed looks clean, and when you smell the mouse gray blankets and pillows, they smell fresh as well.

“stop smelling the pillows” hyunjin laughs.

“I’ve never been to a motel, I thought everything would be dirty or ancient” you confess comically.

He chuckles as he comes out of the small bathroom “the bathroom is clean too, don’t worry” he says when you look at him expectantly.

“I’ll sleep on the floor if you want” he offers as you open your suitcase to get out your toothbrush and pj’s.

“it’s fine, hyunjin I’ve slept in the same bed as a male before” you joke.

“well how am I supposed to know that?” he counters, at which you throw your pj shorts at him out of reflex.

When you realize what you had done it was too late, he was already holding them out in front of him before giggling.

“very cute choice” he mocks the small white shorts with red hearts all over it.

“stoop” you whine, trying to fish it out of his hands but he holds them over his head like a kindergartener.

“I remember why I don’t like you” you pout, crossing your arms.

His face drops alongside with his arms “I thought we were past that”

You use his moment of weakness to snatch your shorts out of his hands “gotcha”

-

“see I told you I was gonna take you out” hyunjin beams at you before looking down at the various snacks he took from the motels vending machine, which were laying in between the both of you on the bed.

“and so luxurious too” you joke, crossing your legs.

“only the best for you” he grins when you open a pack of fruit jellies.

“you know, I was thinking about new years” you say “ and I realized that it was your fault!”

Hyunjin throws his head back as he groans playfully “why?”

“if you hadn’t lost your phone when we got back downstairs, I wouldn’t have had to write my number on your arm; or you could’ve just given me your number and I could’ve text you. But you didn’t even know your own number!” you laugh in reminiscence.

“listen” he laughs “I was drunk and you’re hot! I couldn’t think” he defends himself before taking a bite off a chocolate bar.

You blush a little but play it off with a laugh.

“but yes, I admit, it was indeed my fault” he dramatically holds his hand in front of his eyes.

“yeeees!” you exclaim victoriously.

“I’m kidding though” you pat his knee “I forgive you”

“I’m glad” he smiles.

After the both of you are done eating way too many sweets, you find yourself being really comfortable when talking to hyunjin.

He’s funny, doesn’t seem like he’s full of himself and just in general seems like a very kind person.

“I thought you were a fuckboy when me met” you confess, looking at him.

Propped on one elbow looking down at you, while you lay on your side towards him, his face illuminated only by the little lights on each of your nightstands.

“you did?” he asks confusedly.

“yea” you chuckle “you were so confident and…sexy I don’t know” you place your hand over your face in embarrassment.

“oh that was the liquid courage talking, I’m usually pretty shy” he shakes his head smilingly when you peek through your fingers.

“don’t lie” you push his shoulder softly.

“I’m serious!” he laughs.

“you were the first guy to approach me at a party” you pause “like ever”

“no way, you’re lying now” he furrows his brows.

“nope” you shake your head.

“but I was really close to not talking to you as well, I’m sure there were many guys before me that just didn’t have the liquid courage, like I did” he speculates.

“maybe” you say.

“have any exes?” he asks after a few seconds.

“yea, one”

“well how did you meet him?”

“he showed me around on my first day of freshman year, I transferred like in the middle of the first semester so I wasn’t with any other freshmen” you tell him.

“why’d you break up if I may ask?” hyunjin asks carefully.

“oh we were only together for like three weeks, you can’t even call I relationship. He used me to make his hot ex jealous and cheated on me with her” you say “but hey they’re back together at least” you scoff.

“i’m sorry” he mumbles at which you look up at him.

“it’s not your fault” you chuckle.

“well, still no one should feel that way” he says “you know that you were way too good for him right?”

You nod.

“what about you? Have any exes?” you ask back.

He snickers “only one in seoul”

“why didn’t you last?”

“it was a long distance situation, she was super jealous and couldn’t trust me. which I can understand to a certain degree but everytime I went out she wanted me to facetime her and show her what kinds of people were there with me. That was just too much” he explains.

“wow” you chuckle “that doesn’t sound fun either”

Hyunjin shakes his head “nope, but hey we got rid of ‘em, didn’t we?”

“yea” you giggle “plus if I hadn’t broken up with him I would’ve probably never gone to the new years eve party”

“I guess I owe him something then” he grins as you scooch up on the bed.

“can I kiss you?” you ask after a few seconds of silence.

“hm?” hyunjins eyes almost spring out of his head.

“I don’t want to catch you off guard” you grin as you repeat his words from the night you met, sitting up.

He licks his lower lip as a grin stretches over his face as he sits up as well “do your worst”

You get up on your knees to shuffle over to him, when you get close enough hyunjin grabs one of your thighs and lifts it over his legs so you’re straddling him.

Once you sit down on his lap, your eyes lock again and you’re once again baffled as to how someone can be so god damn attractive.

His eyes flicker from your eyes to your lips expectantly, a shaky breath leaving his lips when you lean in.

Your lips connect and it feels like all the pent up energy of liking him since that night finally gets set free, sparks glowing behind your lit and his hands leaving a trail of fire where ever they go.

They squeeze at your thighs and waist, pulling you impossibly close to himself.

A whimper tears from your throat when his tongue licks at yours, he tastes like chocolate and what could only be described as him.

He moans into the kiss when you tug at the blonde locks that weren’t pulled back into the ponytail; before pulling the hair tie out of his hair to free it and finally card your fingers through all of the blonde glory.

Before you realize what’s going on, hyunjin lifts the both of you before dropping you on your back and crawling above you.

The fact that he just lifted the both of you from a sitting position as if you weigh nothing makes you feel all types of hot.

“you’re so hot holy shit” you pant as you push his long hair out of his face.

“ditto” he only grins before attaching his lips to your exposed collarbone and sucking a bruise into the skin.

“take it off” you moan as you tug on the dark blue calvin klein shirt he’s wearing.

His lips release the skin of your collarbone before sitting up to pull the shirt over his head.

If your mouth wasn’t already open from your heavy breathing, you would’ve opened it now because his body is more sculpted and toned than you had expected.

Your hand lifts to smooth over his abs, muscles flexing as he connects your lips again.

His one hand slides from your waist up to cup one of your breasts, gently palming the soft flesh.

“I know I said I wanted to take you out first but-“ he mumbles against your lips.

“you bought me a lovely dinner” you interrupt him, threading your fingers through the hair that’s falling down into his vision.

He grins, dropping a short peck to your lips before his the grin gets wiped off his face “I don’t have a condom with me”

“I’m on the pill” you let him know “I got tested before the lockdown and I haven’t been with anyone since soo…”

“yea, me too, I was tested a few months ago” he nods.

You nod back, biting your lip as you absently play with his hair.

“do you trust me?” hyunjin asks, observing your demeanour.

“yea- yea I do I’m just nervous” you smile awkwardly.

“no” he coos before kissing you “why are you nervous?”

“just haven’t been with anyone for a while” you confess.

Hyunjin nods understandingly “if you don’t want to do this we’ll stop”

“no I really want to” you look into his eyes as confidently as you can.

“okay” he smiles, planting his lips on yours again.

“can i?” his voice gives you goosebumps when he mumbles against the sensitive skin under your ear, his fingers slowy undoing the loose knot of your heart shorts.

“yes” you say when he locks eyes with you.

“I love these shorts” he softly presses a kiss to your knee, trying to calm your nerves a little, before he gently rocks your hips to pull them off of you.

You blush a little out of embarrassment but smile when you lift your hips to help him.

“cute” he whispers when he see’s your panties have a little bow on the front.

He chuckles when you hide your face in embarrassment, pulling you closer to him again by your thighs before you let him kiss you again.

“can I take this off too?” hyunjin whispers, softly pulling at the fabric of the tank top you’re wearing, at which you nod.

You are still wearing a bra when he pulls it off so you take it into your own hands and unclasp your bra.

Your nipples stiffen a little at the sudden exposure to air, as well as to hyunjin’s admiring gaze.

“fuck” he muses when palming your breasts in his big hands, gently pushing them together an running his thumbs over your nipples.

A whimper involuntarily leaves your lips when he wraps his plump lips around one of the perked up nubs and sucks gently.

“so fucking pretty, princess” you feel yourself pathetically clench around nothing at his praise.

You feel one of his hands wander downwards to provide some friction for you, he slots his lips against yours when you tentatively roll your hips against his hand.

Hyunjin feels his cock get even harder when an almost desperate moan tumbles from your lips against his. So he ads a little more pressure and starts circling your clit with two fingers, your sighs of pleasure mixing into the kiss.

“you’re so sensitive baby” he whispers as he parts his lips from yours “can I go down on you?” he grazes his lips over your chest, looking up at you seductively.

You nod as you bite your lip, hyunjin placing a few kisses on your tummy before shortly sitting up to also free you from your soaked panties.

The first stripe he licks up your slit, and how he swirls the tip of his tongue around your clit expertly sends you to heaven.

His hands are gripping your thighs to prevent you from closing your legs, your hands are tangled in his hair and the sheets.

“hyunj-fuck” you cry out when his tongue enters you.

He carefully prods one finger at your entrance “is that okay?” he asks, his voice hoarse and dripping with lust.

“yea” you sigh.

Once you adjust to one finger, he adds a second one, curling them upwards to search for that specific patch inside of you.

“yes-fuck right there” you moan when his fingers press onto the sweetest spot inside of you, tugging at his hair a little harshly. But you feel him moan against you, getting lost in your taste as he sucks your clit in between his soft lips.

Your hips buckle against his mouth as your eyes roll backwards, feeling the warmth of your orgasm approach rapidly.

“fuck fuck yes-hyunjin” you cry out just before he tipped you over the edge with his skillful ministration, your orgasm rushing up your spine and into your head, endorphins spreading everywhere.

A cry of pleasure fills the room as your thighs starts trembling with the aftershocks, clamping around his head when he drives you into overstimulation.

“oh-shit-“ you pant as you softly pushed on his forehead to get him away from your clit, his fingers still inside you, guiding you through your high.

He nibbles on your inner thigh apologetically. You can still hear your heartbeat in your ears after hyunjin removes his fingers from you and sits up, gently holding your legs together to help you calm down.

“fuck” you mewl, a soft smile tugging at his lips.

He’s wanted to do this for so long and there you are, with all of your naked glory in front of him.

While he’s daydreaming about you, you sit up and start fiddling with his sweatpants.

“you want more?” he quips, once he realises what you’re doing, leaning in to kiss you.

“mhm” you humm into the kiss affirmitavely when his hand holds you close to him by your jaw.

With a quick last peck to your lips he simultaneously shimmies the soft black sweats and his boxers off of himself.

You apparently visibly gulp at the sight of his cock because hyunjin smirks cockily “like what you see?” as he crawls above you again, his lips finding yours again and not waiting for an answer.

“I don’t know if you’ll fit” you mumble when he suckles at the soft nook of skin under your ear.

“we can stop here” he offers softly before locking eyes again.

You shake your head as you reach down to fist his length, slowly pumping it and smearing the few drops of precum around.

“no, you’re just really big” you huff with a shy smile on your lips at which hyunjin groans.

“you’re gonna be the death of me, you know?” he mutters against your lips before kissing you deeply, his hand smoothing over the slope of your waist before coming up to gently pinch at one of your nipples.

Eliciting a soft high pitched moan from you, this only spurs him on.

Rolling his tongue against yours desperately and making you taste yourself before sinfully sucking at the wet muscle.

All the while you’re stroking him with your small hand before cupping his balls, as if he didn’t already feel like he’s gonna blow his load way too early.

“please” you whine, guiding his reddened tip towards your entrance.

Hyunjin releases a shaky breath before replacing your hand with his, rutting his hips against yours a few times, coating his length in your wetness.

This already had your toes curling, suppressing a whine as you lock your legs around his waist.

“tell me if it hurts, yea?” he breathes, only pressing inside you after you nod, dropping a kiss to your swollen lips.

“fuck” he swears softly, tucking his face in the crook of your neck when he breaches your tight walls for the first time.

Your fingers tighten in his hair at the back of his neck when a subtle sting flares up inside of you.

“ah-“ your body flinches a little when he presses further inside, hyunjin notices, observing your expression before kissing your cheek and sitting up slowly.

“you’re doing so good, baby” he lifts his thumb to his lips, swiftly kitten-licking the digit before bringing it to where your bodies join.

Gently rolling your clit under his thumb to distract you from the pain.

“you look so perfect like this” his other hand travels over your stomach to gently squeeze at your breasts “all spread out for me”

You whimper, arching your back when hyunjin thrusts into you carefully; the pain slowly subsiding and the ache to be fully filled up by him growing exponentially when his cock rubs against your g spot.

“hyunjin” you moan, gripping onto his hand, which is resting atop your breast.

“yes baby, I’m here” he groans at how tight you feel once he’s balls deep inside of you, abandoning your clit to grab you by the hips for leverage.

His other hand resting on your cheek now, after a few trusts you moan “harder, please”

Hyunjin groans and fulfils your wish, at one particularly harsh thrust, you latch your lips around his pointer and middle finger, sucking at them.

“oh my god-that’s so fucking hot” he grunts through clenched teeth.

His cock dragging along your walls deliciously, filling you up to the brim as you hum around his slender fingers in pleasure.

“you like my hands that much baby?” his jaw is clenched and the grip on your waist is rough , the contrast to how sweet he was just a few minutes earlier had you clench around him furiously.

“fuck-“ he breathes when you nod to the best of your abilities, eyes wide open and holding his gaze.

You only release his fingers from in between your lips in favour for a loud high pitched moan when his other hand finds your clit again, rubbing harsh circles into the bud.

“-gonna cum-huynjin” you dig your nails into his biceps, eyes squeezing shut.

“yea?” he grits through his teeth the fingers that were previously trapped in your mouth now wrapping around your bared throat.

Not squeezing tightly, just resting there as if to show you that you’re his now.

Your thought gets confirmed when he rasps “you’re gonna date me after this, right pretty girl?”

You do look so pretty right now, tits bouncing and skin slapping because of the fast rhythm that he’s snapping his hips into yours, not to mention the subtle sheen of sweat that’s coating the both of you.

A desperate breathy chuckle tumbles from your lips “ yes-yes fuck” you feel your second orgasm creeping up on you.

“cum for me princess, all over my cock” he urges you on, his tip hammering into the sweet spot inside of you repeatedly before you crash into your second high of the night.

Your body convulses in pleasure as you call out his name mixed with profanities, your toes curling so hard you’re not sure if you can ever uncurl them again, and your nails probably leaving painful indents in his skin.

His thumb on your clit slows down until you grab his hand for him to stop, his hand around your neck grabs your free one, holding both of your hands over your head now.

“so good, baby” he mumbles, kissing your lips; mostly just breathing into each other as he rocks you through every wave of your orgasm.

Hyunjin looses himself in you not long after with a guttural moan and his eyes squeezing shut.

You coax him through it when he rests his face against your neck again, running your fingertips through his damp hair and over his broad back, muscles tensing under your gentle touch.

i“don’t fall asleep on me” you whisper sneakily, grinning when he chuckles against your neck, tickling the soft skin there.

He props himself up again to scan over your features, pushing some hair out of your face before kissing you tenderly.

“you okay?” his hand resting at your temple as he gently runs his thumb over your hairline.

“more than” you assure him, cupping his cheeks to pull his lips onto yours again.You think you can never get enough of his lips, anything about him for that matter; not when he makes you feel so cared about and safe.

“so does this mean we’re dating now?” he whispers after he has cleaned you up and tucked the both of you in bed.

“hmh” you nod your head sleepily, positioned on his bare chest.

“so I can spoon you once we fall asleep?” he asks, grin evident in his voice.

“you can spoon me but you can’t wake me up in the middle of the night if you get horny” you mumble jokingly, enjoying his fingers running down your spine as your eyelids get heavier.

“okay” he giggles softly, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head before you whisper your good nights to each other.

And as promised, he doesn’t wake you up in the middle of the night because he’s horny.

It’s you who wakes him, because after 10 months of wasted time, you have a lot of catching up to do.

-

a/n: oml this is my first ever long fic so pls pls pls give me feedback, i had so much fun writing his even though it made me feel even more single but hey :))))

allsooo i waited til after work to publish this and i just saw i hit 500 followers?!?!?! thats crazy to me omg i started this like 2 months ago and so many ppl liked my stuff so much that they decided to follow me?? so i just wanna say thank u thank u thank u for hitting the follow button even though im very unorganized and everything i do is spontaneaous and not thought out well. but hey i guess there is a reason that u followed me so thank u!

(i’d love if u sent me an ask with the first one of my writings that u stumbled across, and how <3 ...only if u want tho no pressure) 

anyways thank u so much for reading if you’ve made it this far! i hope you have a great day/ night! much love

-aj

(this is a work of fiction and does not represent the real actions of stray kids or hwang hyunjin)

[reneesi]

i never would have thought // CH.07

WRITTEN PORTION

The clock on the sleek mint green wall of the train station read 10:15. Only 2 minutes had passed since (y/n) had last checked it, never the less at 10:18 her eyes where shifting to read the time once more. (Y/n) wrung her hands together, gaze falling to her feet for what felt like the millionth time. She wasn’t nervous, or more like she wasn’t nervous because of Tsukishima, she was just in a hurry! At least that (y/n) told herself as another wave of fluttering washed through her stomach and up her throat. Her breathing had been weirdly staggered all morning, and though she’d never admit it (y/n) had spent a little too long picking out her outfit. Eventually she had settled on a pastel pink tank top and light wash overalls along with low white socks that had cute lace trimming along the edge. It was simple enough, nothing that seemed as though she had necessarily tried but enough of a difference to elicit an exited “You look really cute today!” from her little cousin Natsu as she was leaving the house.

(Y/n) went through her mental checklist, again, attempting to calm her nerves. If she had forgotten anything she’d have to walk all the way back home to grab it and would probably loose too many daylight hours. Speaking of which she was already falling behind schedule given the fact that Tsukishima had yet to arrive. (Y/n) pulled out her cellphone, reviewing her last three text messages again. It had been nearly half an hour since Tsukishima had sent his simple “Im on my way.” And yet he was no where to be seen.

Sighing, (Y/n) sat on the nearest bench, frustration threatening to consume her. She tried sending another text. She checked the clock once more, 10:20. She sighed.

“This fucker…” she mumbled under her breath, staring at the time on her lock screen. They had agreed on 10 o’clock sharp. Well maybe not “sharp” but it had still been 10-ish as in around 10, not 10 fricking 30. (Y/n) calmed herself yet again, wanting to maintain a positive attitude for the long day that was certainly to come. Five more minutes, she thought. Five more minutes and if he didn’t show she’d call Tsukishima until he picked up the fucking phone.

Five excruciatingly long minutes later, (Y/n) was holding her cellphone to her ear, dial tone ringing its mechanical melody. (Y/n) bit her lip.

“Idiot.” A familiar voice scoffed from behind, as a sideways palm came over her head, hitting her hard enough to elicit an ouch of compliant.

“Why would you call me when I’m right behind you?” He asked, voice even and monotonous as always.

(Y/n) turned to look back at Tsukishima, sending him a glare as she stood.

“Because you’re 25 minutes late!” She accused, pointing an enraged finger at his chest.

“I told you somewhere around 10.” He shrugged, moving past her as he shoved his hands into his pockets.

“Yeah well I thought that meant maybe 10:05 at the latest? What kind of idiot thinks 10:25 is around 10?! Thats around 10:30 more than anything!” (Y/n)’s voice was rising with every word, “And where are you going?!”

Tsukishima stopped and looked back over his shoulder, not an ounce of readable emotion across his face.

“We’re going to miss our train.” He said evenly, before turning back to walk onwards. (Y/n)’s eyes widened and in a scramble she picked up her backpack and stumbled to catch up, boarding the train just after Tsukishima. Once they had settled into seats right by each other he mumbled quietly.

“You wanted to go to the city right? The train leaves at 10:30 so as long as I was here before then everything is okay, right?”

Rosy pink bloomed over (Y/n)’s cheekbones, her head dropping slightly to hide her face. Suddenly she was too close to Tsukishima.

“Y..yeah.” (Y/n) uttered, embarrassment pricking at the tips of her ears as the nerves in her stomach flared.

The two rode in silence for the remainder of the trip, Tsukishima tilting his head to stare away from (y/n) while listening to music though his headphones, and (y/n) sneaking glances every so often at Tsukishima. She argued internally that she was just doing pre-shoot mental plotting. Deciding what poses she’d put him in, what kind of lighting would look good and so on. But it was during these reticent glances that (y/n) noticed Tsukishima’s hair was still damp. A single droplet of water rolled off a strand of shimmering blonde every so often, and with the early light each bead shone like a crystal. Upon further inspection (y/n) concluded he must have taken a shower not long before his departure given the fresh glow of his creamy light skin and the hint of shampoo that hung in the air between them. It was a scent close to laundry detergent and something else she couldn’t quite place, something sharp and intriguing.

(Y/n) felt something strange bubble in her chest, similar to nervousness but different enough to be foreign, and realized she had yet to pull her eyes away. Mentally she thanked the higher powers that Tsukishima had settled down facing away from her and leaned her head back, moving to stare at the ceiling. If not for his position he would have otherwise noticed not only her staring but the hints of pink and red that had failed to leave her face since the beginning of the train ride.

They arrived at the city around 12 PM, (Y/n) complaining loudly at the sheer amount of time “wasted” on the train. She quickly declared their first order of business to be finding a spot with some sort of decent lighting and taking a few preliminary shots to determine the best angles for the shoot. The pair walked around for a while, passing sarcastic jokes and small retorts back and forth. Every time they’d pass a window, on of them would make some sort of judgment call about whatever was being displayed and in the turn the other would jump in to defend said item.

“I just don’t see how you could hate a hat so much! It’s got flowers!” (Y/n) explained, mouth wide and aghast

“It looks tacky.” Tsukishima shrugged, (y/n) shook her head tragically

“Oh Sucky-shima, when will you learn the true beauties of this world.” She sighed drastically, Tsukishima snorted in response

“You’re the one who said that strawberry shortcake looked soggy, which was just factually incorrect.” He threw back, side eyeing (y/n) with a raised brow

“It did not look appetizing.”

“You just have no taste.”

“I don’t dislike strawberry shortcake! There’s just better out there, and I am a person of taste” (Y/n) defended.

“Plus I could probably make a better one.” She finally added, after a long beat of silence. Tsukishima looked like he had something to say but ultimatley didn’t reply, instead he simply rolled his eyes and continued in silence.

Eventually the two came across a fairly empty park and settled into a well lit corner of the greenery. (Y/n)’s camera flickered on and after some button pushes and general adjustments she looked up, half expecting Tsukishima to be in some sort of position. But to nobodies surprise but her own, Tsukishima only stood a couple feet away looking around awkwardly. (Y/n)’s breath caught in her throat as she considered going over and positioning him herself, only to realize that would require touching him which might make things even more awkward than they already where. Because even for all the friendly banter they’d grown to take comfort in, they were still barely good friends and a thick layer of discomfort was very much present between the two.

“H-how do you want me to stand?” Tsukishima asked after one two many moments of silence had passed. It was difficult to tell due to the harsh light and hot weather but (Y/n) could have almost sworn Tsukishima was beginning to develop a soft blush atop his cheeks.

“U-um, why don’t we start with some sitting one! Like on that bench!” (Y/n) pointed, giggling forcibly at the end of her sentence. She cringed inwardly. Tsukishima only nodded, walking over and taking a seat on the bench she had selected.

(Y/n) took a deep breath, it was always weird in the beginning. She always felt awkward at first, so this was no different. All she had to do was get into a groove and she’d be in her element in no time. Then everything would stop feeling so suffocatingly weird.

“Okay, um, don’t move just maybe rest your arms on the top behind you and put that leg over the other, wait not like that I mean-“ (Y/n) blushed, resisting the urge to cover up her face with her hands. Tsukishima looked up at her, confused.

“Just, sorry, just sit however makes you comfortable and try to um relax.” (Y/n) finally sputtered out, sighing as she brought the lens up and squinted. This was going to be harder than she thought.

The first couples shots were tense and really REALLY awkwardly positioned. Tsukishima looked like a broken store mannequin that was being held at gunpoint. But once he noticed (y/n) had started to relax, Tsukishima began joking around again, throwing insults and light criticisms at her in a playful way that felt comforting to their dynamic. Once (Y/n) started laughing again, the ice began to melt and Tsukishima was able to produce a much more normal looking pose. After a half hour of shooting like this (Y/n) stopped and plopped down beside Tsukishima, leaning back into the bench. She began to swiftly click through the images, deleting most of them.

“What was the point of that if you’re just gonna delete them?” Tsukishima asked, furrowing his brows in annoyance “Now I’m gonna have to do all that work again.”

“Relax, that wasn’t the actual shoot. I was getting some test shots to see what exactly I wanted and also what you’d be comfortable doing.” (Y/n) explained, pausing on an image of Tsukishima with his head back, a smile barely visible but never the less present. She smiled to herself, moving on to the next picture without deleting it.

“Since clearly you don’t like to smile for the camera we’re gonna do a stylized phtoshoot so your facial expression doesn’t hinder the process.” She continued, emphasizing the last bit in a sarcastic tone.

Tsukishima rolled his eyes,

“Whatever, let’s just get this over with.” He sighed, melting back to lay against the bench in a half seated half slipping off sort of way.

The next couple hours were long, to say the least. (Y/n) barked orders from afar at an increasingly annoyed Tsukishima, as the day grew hotter and brighter forcing the pair to change the spot they had settled into. The stances Tsukishima took only really worked half the time, since he was mostly too tense or couldn’t figure out the desired posing from (y/n)’s words alone. Regardless, (Y/n) refused to go over and physically put him in position in fear of accidentally ruining the easy atmosphere they had finally achieved. And as they trudged on, the heat began to wear them down, gathering sticky sweat across their foreheads which dripped down to their chests which fueled their matching exhaustion.

Eventually Tsukishima came to a halt

“Okay, enough.” He ran a hand across his forehead “We need to take a break.”

(Y/n) considered arguing but as she felt another bead of sweat roll down the back of neck she decided that maybe just this once, she’d have to listen to Tsukishima.

“This shit is no joke, now I understand why people get payed to do it.” Tsukishima huffed, collapsing back onto the bench they had initially sat in, which had now come to be in the shade. (Y/n) tossed him a water bottle from her backpack and sat beside him, popping the cap off and guzzling the cold down her throat. The refreshment of the cool liquid was unparalleled, and as she drank (Y/n) felt streams of water slipping down her chin. She exhaled, wiping at the wetness with the back of her hand.

“Yeah, it usually isn’t this hot though.” She remarked, shooting Tsukishima a look of apology before leaning back to let her head fall off the edge of the bench.

“Had Tsukishima been blushing just now? No, it had to be the heat.” She pondered internally, staring up and enjoying the way the tree’s leaves moved in soft tandem with the wind, streams of light breaking through the shrubbery.

“You said you needed something interesting, right?” Tsukishima asked a few minutes later

“For the photoshoot?” (Y/n) asked, pulling herself back up to sit upright while turning to look over at Tsukishima

“Yeah, I had an idea.” He began

(Y/n) tilted her head expectantly.

“What if we used the water, from the water bottle? You could probably create a cool effect with that right?” He suggested, holding up his half empty water bottle. (Y/n) narrowed her eyes, thinking for a moment

“That… could actually work.” She pipped up, energy returning in a burst “Wait! I think I have an idea.”

(Y/n) scooped up her camera, fiddling with the settings as she looked around for a spot to shoot. In the blur of excitement she took a hold of Tsukishima’s wrist and dragged him into position.

“I’m coming, I’m coming, jeez.” He grumbled clearly annoyed, not attempting to pull his hand away despite this. (Y/n) released his hand and began adjusting his shirt, and it was then that she realized just how touchy she’d suddenly become. She peeked up at him and this time he was definitely blushing. Her own cheeks flared and (Y/n) jumped back, vision hazy with embarrassment.

“S-sorry! I didn’t even-“

“It’s fine.” Tsukishima scoffed, looking away to avoiding her eyes “It’s just part of the job right?” He shrugged, feigning indifference that was clearly contradicted by the red on his face.

(Y/n) bonked herself internally, he was probably so embarrassed and uncomfortable. She stood farther away but positioned him physically none the less, making sure to only touch him if absolutely necessary. As she set up the exact shot she wanted, (Y/n) mumbled little apologies in between, biting her cheek to calm the raging nervousness at the pit of her stomach that only worsened with every touch.

Eventually they were able to get a picture that (y/n) deemed presentable and the pair moved on to the rest of the portfolio, since the major piece had been accomplished. The two first years ended up staying out until the sun began to set, partially because they kept pausing to banter in between each click of the shutter but mostly because (y/n) couldn’t help but to stop and stare through the lens every so often, making some snarky remark to hide the way her breath caught behind the camera.

Orange light swallowed the tile and columns all around, painting the empty train station (Y/n) and Tsukishima had come sit in in a soft gold hue. The sound of wind and far away trains whirred in the distance and the weather had cooled to a comfortable warmth, the kind felt by a fireplace in the dead of winter when snow falls on eyelashes and the air smells like sugar cookies. A gentle warm, like that of a blanket.

The sticky sweet vanilla dripped onto the floor beneath her and (y/n) licked at her ice cream bar, hoping to catch the next drop with her tongue instead.

“Thanks for helping me out today.” (Y/n) finally mumbled, eyes fixated on the barely visable pink tinted clouds that lay in the far away sky. She could feel Tsukishima next to her, radiating subtle warmth which was sort of strange since he was always so cold, not just to her but to everyone. It was hard not to think so much about him, when he was only centimeters away.

(Y/n)’s mind wandered back to her slip up and suddenly she remembered the feel of his wrist in her hand, and another wave of hot brushed over her face. His skin had been… soft. She peeked over at his hand, the free one that lay in the space between them and wasn’t holding up an ice cream bar. She’d never really been one to pay attention to such trivial details, but now that she knew what his skin felt like, (y/n) couldn’t help but wonder if his hands were just as soft.. how his long slender fingers would feel wrapped around her own.. what his palm would feel like against her cheek-

“Yeah, no problem.” His response was like a snap back to reality, and although Tsukishima hadn’t noticed the way (y/n) had been staring longingly at his hand her blush still deepened as she lowered her gaze back to her feet.

In the end, (y/n) got ice cream on her overalls and a pestering poke to the cheek from Tsukishima.

“Don’t zone out while you’re eating ice cream, idiot.” He’d sneered, causing (y/n) to slap his hand away in protest. The two had argued back and forth before eventually boarding the train and much like that morning, had rode home in silence. When they had arrived back home, there had been only a slight pause on Tsukishima’s part before the two had exchanged goodbyes and parted ways. In that moment before their departures, Tsukishima had looked confused, almost as if he’d been trying to figure out his next play in a long game of chess, but a look like that only had a lifespan of about 5 seconds on a face like Tsukishima’s. (Y/n) sighed in exasperation, throwing her head back to stare at the stars as she walked, she never could read Tsukishima… So what the hell had he been thinking?

CH.07 II you owe me

A/N: Hi, i am SO SORRY! I really was trying to stick to the uploading schedule and then i just got absolutely hit by life. Last weekend was kind of really crazy and i knew i had a big chapter planned so i didn’t wanna sacrifice the chapter in order to release something earlier :/ Then yesterday I was still trying to finish up this chapter and it kind of all snowballed together. To stay on schedule Im gonna double upload wednesday since i still owe you guys another chapter. I hope this one sort of makes up for the lateness, since this is the first REALLY long one in terms of ss and writing! Again, i’m really REALLY SORRY :(( But i hope you guys enjoy!!! 

The picture of Tsukishima from the photoshoot with the water bottle is FANART and nOT MINE, it belongs to @unico_ts on twitter!! All credit is her’s!! Go check her out, her fanart is DIVINE <3

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“Under the Knife” - Part 3

“Under the Knife” - Part 3

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Hannibal Lecter x Reader, Will Graham x Sister!Reader

Word Count: 1,700-ish

Key: Chunks of text in italics are (Y/N)’s thoughts. Y/N = Your Name, H/C = Your Hair Color, E/C = Your Eye Color

Warnings: Talk of Murder, Talk of Crime Scenes, Talk of Murder Victims, Cursing

Summary: You are Will Graham’s sister who works with him at the FBI. When you get offered a job promotion, life starts to change. Some changes for the better; Some for the worst.

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Author’s Note: This is my first Hannibal piece and I am proud of it. There aren’t too many stories for Hannibal, so I figured I would add to the collection. This does take place in some happy medium where they are all alive and work together. Sort of a happier season 1 era.

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“As most of you know, this is (Y/N) Graham, she will be our profiler for this case.”

“Oh good. Another Graham.” Beverly commented over her clipboard, writing down something involving the case probably. Jack gave her a chastising glance and she held her hands up in defense.

“(Y/N) this is Beverly Katz, Brian Zeller, and Jimmy Price.” Jack introduced you very quickly to the science-ier part of the team very quickly before jumping right into work. “So, tell us what you got so far, (Y/N).”

You opened your small notebook and began summarizing your notes from last night’s reading.

“Alright. So far I’ve been able to see three patterns: the ways they were killed, the time frame, and the fact that all of the victims that were dismembered were doctors. The strongest thing I can think of is that this killer was wronged by doctors in some way. I’m not sure if it's a doctor in the general term or if there is some specific way that ties these three doctors, and our killer, together. That was something I was going to work on today. 

The way that the bodies are taken apart is very particular. From what I could tell from the photos in the files, all of the cuts seemed to be straight lines all the way through. Which means that this guy’s gotta have access not only to the tools that can do this sort of stuff, but also whatever drug he got in their system to make them lay still while he... worked. So I’m assuming the murder weapon is nothing with a jagged blade or saw-like teeth until we get to the bone. Do we have any reports on striation patterns or anything that could help us with what was used?”

“It’s like you said, the cuts were almost completely straight lines, even through to the bone. The only things we could think of were surgical tools.” Zeller spoke up. “The skin and muscles were cut similarly to how a surgeon would with a scalpel. But the bone is where it gets tricky. You can’t cut like this through bone with just a scalpel.”

“Unless you have plenty of time and you're very persistent.” Beverly joked; you were the only one that slightly exhaled a laugh through your nose at her quip.

“Alright, so the killer has a medical background.” Jack tossed into the air. You nodded.

“Possibly. But why would a doctor be going after other doctors?”

“Maybe they’re taking all his patients?” Beverly shot out. You just nodded and looked back at your notes to see where you left off.

“The uh.. The most concerning thing is the time frame. They were all killed two weeks part from each other. Dr. Everet was almost 6 weeks ago, Dr. Chaseten almost 4, and Dr. Loriet about 2.” 

“Which means we could have another dead doctor within the week.” Jack solemnly spoke as he realized the gravity of the situation. “Alright, you three keep looking over everything to see if we missed something. (Y/N), start working on possible correlations between the victims and the killer. Let’s get this son of a bitch.”

And that’s how the next two days went. Researching, thinking, and trying to get into a mindset that you weren’t totally sure of yet. 

You had checked in with Will like you promised and said that you were fine but you were going to be very busy for at least the next few days. Hannibal had called you after your first day and could hear the slight exhaustion in your voice. He asked you to have lunch with him tomorrow and you very quickly agreed.

But the next day, you spent more time than you thought flipping through the databases to try to find any correlation between Everet, Chasten, and Loriet. The three of them never worked in the same hospital, clinic, or even the same city. Their wives didn’t know each other. Their neighbors didn’t know each other. They didn’t have any sort of communication with each other. They were all different types of doctors. Everet and Loriet went to the same med school, but they graduated 3 years apart.

So what the fuck am I missing?

You kept looking back over the crime scene photos. You couldn’t understand why the doctors were mutilated and positioned so intricately, but the others were cast aside. The focus has to be on the doctors. They must have done something to ‘wrong’ the killer. So what the hell did all three of you do to make someone want to murder? 

Your train of thought was interrupted by a knock at your office door. You let out a slightly aggravated sigh.

“Jack, I told you I will let you know when I-- Oh! Hannibal! Hi!” You looked up from your computer screen to find Hannibal standing in the doorway with a bag in his hand. 

“Should I come back later?” 

“No! No. Come on in. I probably should take a break. I feel like I’m going in circles anyways.” You looked at your watch and saw it was almost 3:30 PM. The last time you looked at the clock, it was 10:30 AM. “And I missed our lunch meeting.” You put your head in your hands and groaned in annoyance with yourself. “I am so sorry, Hannibal. I--”

“No need for apologies, my dear. I figured Jack had put a lot on your plate, so I thought I would bring lunch to you.” Hannibal made his way into your office and shut the door behind him. 

“You really didn’t have to.”

“When was the last time you ate, (Y/N)?” Hannibal questioned you, looking you dead in the eye after he sat down in one of your office chairs. 

You weren’t entirely sure. You started to speak but then stopped yourself, really trying to remember when you ate last. I know I had ½ of my breakfast at 7:30 this morning. Did I have my granola bar? Does coffee count as a meal?

“The fact that you have to think about when your last meal was, is a bit concerning. But nonetheless, I am more than happy to remedy that. ” He smiled one of his rare but small smiles and began unpacking whatever culinary art he brought. You tried to condense some of your piles of papers and folders so you had enough room to put food down. 

Hannibal had brought a home-cooked meal for the two of you to enjoy. A ginger salad with fresh pan-seared scallops and even some infused water that he had marinating in his fridge overnight. This was so much better than the PB&J you had packed. 

As you began to dig in, Hannibal couldn’t help but look at some of the crime scene photos and your notes. 

“So what are we calling this killer?” 

“‘The Virginia Scalpel.’” You said with slight annoyance. “He has a medical background and is within a reasonable distance from all of the vics. Yet, we have no idea who he is.”

“Does the killer have to be a medical professional? Maybe they just have very steady hands.” 

“True. But there is almost no way that a regular guy could cut through muscle and bone that cleanly without surgical tools or the knowledge of how to use them. Not to mention the fact that he would have some serious explaining to do on how he got the succinylcholine or whatever paralyzer he plans to use next.” You rub your eyes gently, feeling the strain from the computer screen hitting you. Hannibal could feel the stress radiating off of you. 

“Do you want to talk about this case?”

“Not really. But I’m not sure what else to talk about. This has been my life for the last 3 days, the killer could strike again any day now, and I still don’t know why these three doctors were targeted or who will be next!” 

You started to fidget with your ring unconsciously and a bit aggressively, a sign to Hannibal that your anxiety was starting to catch up. Despite the physical signs that you needed a break, you continued to glance over an open file near you while you took another bite of food. He leaned forward in his seat a bit as he closed the file that you had been rereading for what he assumed to be at least the tenth time.  

“(Y/N), you need to breathe.” You just nodded and closed your eyes to try to help your deep breaths relax you faster. “How about we go for a walk? Get the blood flowing.”

“I would love to. But I feel like I can’t afford that break right now.” You shook your head slightly as you reached down for a stack of papers you had bundled and put on the floor earlier. You didn’t see him get up, but Hannibal was standing, adjusting his jacket before holding a hand out to you.

“What’s the worst that could happen?” You looked from his hand to his face before standing up, shrugging. A small walk around the building wouldn’t hurt, right?

Before your hand could land in his, your phone rang and you felt your heart sink, dreading what could be waiting for you on the other end of the line. Both you and Hannibal looked down at your phone and saw the caller ID: “Jack Crawford.” You took a deep inhale and hit the answer button.

“I really hope you’re calling just to bug me to work faster, Jack…” You tried your best to control your voice. You looked up and Hannibal was watching, trying to listen in and gauge how you were going to react.

“Afraid not. There’s another Scalpel vic. I’m texting you the address. Drop whatever you're doing and get down here.” Jack hung up before you could say anything, leaving you in a bit of shock. 

Dammit! What the hell am I missing?! Someone else is dead--Another doctor is dead because I don’t have any answers yet. How can--

“(Y/N)?” Hannibal’s hand on your arm broke your stream of internal chastising before it could get too bad, but you did unintentionally jump at the contact. He instantly raised his hands up and let you process for a moment. “There’s another one, isn’t there?”

You just nod. A second later, your phone flashed a message from Jack with an address. 

“Guess my ‘walk’ is going to be to a crime scene.” You try to joke despite feeling a tinge of guilt spreading through you. Hannibal tried to walk you to your car but you kindly denied him. You wanted to be alone as you prepared yourself for your first real crime scene. 

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I really don’t like her

 4.8K wowowow pretty good for the first post if I do say so myself ;)

 Genre: Angst with a hint of fluff, Idol!Au

 Summary: Yunhee has been BTS’s best friend since they debuted in 2013. 3 years later and stronger friendships than ever, she debuted with her own group as well and is now battling the stress of work, life, and her so called feelings for her best friend Jung Hoseok, also known as BTS very own J-hope. Let’s also mention that she is super naive and does not understand what the fu** love is until a certain girl from J-hope's past comes back.

 Really IMPORTANT author’s note and warnings: A lot of “oppa” usage (though it’s meant to highlight Yunhee’s young personality), these are MC instead of Y/N because I’m planning to make a whole series and having names for the girl characters help me keep track so please understand :), might be some confusion in the beginning but it will all makes sense in the end ( think of it like the Reply 1988 korean drama ish), for those who have kept on reading till here, thank you so much and as the great Jungkook said multiple times, “LET’S GET IT”

 Inspired by IU “ I really don’t like her” https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w4fAY-zesnQ

Month December, Year 2016 ~

Hip hop music pounded vibrantly from the practice room as J-hope, Jimin and Yunhee moved effortlessly along the beat of the bass; J-hope with his powerful consistency, Jimin gliding as graceful as an ice skater and Yunhee with her young yet strong charisma looking back at her in the mirror. They occasionally danced together every now and then when they weren’t busy rehearsing or producing new songs. It had been a while though as BTS was rising in fame internationally and Yunhee had just debuted this year from a girl group survival show so schedules were always packed.

“ girl let me know, girl let me know, although I know already everything is over” ~

The once upbeat music suddenly turned solemn and sad as J-Hope ran over to pick his phone up. Jimin turning seductively did a little body wave at the 19 year old girl who laughed, lightly pushed him back.

“ Yoboseyo...Nari-ah?”

Yunhee looked over at J-hope’s shocked face that was blended with confusion as his eyes started glazing, her being so close to him she recognized that as a hint of hurt in those pretty brown orbs. Not less than a millisecond, he blinked and his face now hardened to an expression Yunhee had never seen.

“ No, I’m not busy today…okay, we can go there...yeah just like old times.”

Jimin with eyes wide, scoffed and whispered to Yunhee, “ How likely of him to leave us for Nari noona. After what she did to him, I can’t believe he is agreeing to see her.”

“ Nari?” Yunhee wondered for a second knowing the name sounded familiar but no face appeared in her memory.

“ Nari, remember the one that broke up with Hope hyung for another man. He was so sad about it, he spent days dancing in the practice room trying to distract himself with Dynamic Duo songs.”

“ I can hear you, you know?” J-hope smiled slightly at the younger two who stifled with shock and a little fear of being caught eavesdropping. He then grabbed his jacket and looked over at them with his dimpled smile, “Sorry guys, I’m going to go now. It was nice practice, let’s do it again when we’re all free.”

“ Oppa,” Yunhee spoke up hesitantly as she walked towards him, “ where are you going? Are you going to be okay?”

Some people may have snickered at Yunhee for her bluntness but that was how she was, she had a tendency to say things straight up not on the basis of being rude but more on curiosity and child-like innocence.

J-hope leaned over ruffling her hair, “ I’m fine, don’t worry. I’ll text you when I get back.” He opened the door and walked out leaving the two youngsters alone, both of their expressions filled with concern at the thought of their friend seeing someone who had hurt him so badly.

Later that day ~

Yunhee sat down on the couch with a sigh as she stared out the window of BTS’s dorm. It was getting quite late already, 10:07 PM to be exact and J-hope wasn’t home yet. All of them had schedules in the morning and for both of them to not be at their respective dorms could cause quite some trouble for themselves. She, however, was more worried about her best friend. For the past 3 years of knowing him, she could positively say she knew everything about him and vice versa. She knew the basic things such as his favorite songs and food, how he liked his coffee, and could most likely predict his outfit choice for the day. She also knew the deeper things such as his struggles in making what he considered “perfect” music and the pressure that falls heavily on him if a dance performance was not performed well not only by him but all the members too. However, one thing that seemed to be guarded was his love life. He never spoke about it to her and she had even considered the possibility of him never having a girlfriend as he would have been too busy trying to debut. One rare occasion changed her mind though as Yunhee resurfaced it from her memory.

Month September, Year 2013 ~

It was about 3 years ago when the boys were filming Rookie King and Yunhee was still in high school, their friendship was only 3 months in yet it was possibly the strongest and most friendships Yunhee had ever had. The boys treated her well, most of them seeing her as a little sister with few exceptions here and there specifically, the maknae line who also saw her as a fellow prankster whom they loved to tease.

Humid air filled the warm autumn night as Yunhee walked to their small dorms bringing them dinner; the menu of the night being warm white rice and meat with fresh kimchi to top it off. The boys had just finished filming and she knew they did not have time and money to have a hearty meal so on some days, she would cook more amounts of her dinner to bring to them. Expecting to see 7 pairs of eyes as she opened the dorm’s door, she was surprised to only see 5. The 5 rushed over to her with grins as the scent of home-cooked foods filled their nostrils while she handed them over their dinner smiling at their silliness.

“ Where’s Hoseok oppa and Yoongi oppa?” Yunhee peered around at the tight kitchen. Namjoon engulfing his mouth with his favorite food looking as cute as a hamster, tilted his head at J-hope’s door  

Giggling, she walked to the pointed direction opening the door, “ Oppas, I brought dinne-.” She froze as J-hope looked up at her with his swollen teary eyes having Suga next to him with a hand on his shoulder, a sign of comfort. She quickly bowed apologizing and turned to walk out but the sweet voice of J-hope called her name letting her know it was okay to stay. As the young girl turned around, Suga stood up and excused himself out as he gave her a small smile leaving the two of them to stand in still silence, the air conditioning buzzing loudly like it was a full on blizzard.

“Hoseok oppa,” Yunhee spoke up gently as she walked towards him, engulfing him in the most loving hug she had ever given to someone. She didn’t know why she did it or if it was the right thing to do, but her grandmother had always told her that touch was the best form of communication to comfort someone when you didn’t know what was going on. Maybe her grandmother was right as J-hope hugged her back leaning his head on her shoulders. For some reason, this pained Yunhee even more than that time she twisted her ankle and thought she could never dance again. Her oppa was always calm every time she had seen him, yes she knew about his energetic bright side as his fans loved him for and he did have some of those traits in his daily life as well, but sometimes he was quite mellow and serious. Both sides of him Yunhee had loved but this new side of him, the hurt sadness tore at her heart the longer the seconds passed.

Eventually, J-hope let her go but still leaned over to stroked her black hair as he explained the reasons for his tears. Apparently, they had to sing some songs and talked about their past love on the new episode of Rookie King which was not a big deal for the boys except, J-hope had perhaps reminiscent a little too much of his feelings while singing Dynamic Duo “ Solo” leading him to fall into a abyss of what had happened with his past love.

Yunhee now sitting next to him leaned over to rest her head on his shoulder as she listened closely with understanding. The latter had never experienced this so-called heartbreak before but her love of melodramatic movies indicated to her it was painful and possibly the worst thing to experience. With that, she made a conclusion to stay with J-hope that night even though he had protested tremendously worried about her grandmother’s approval. The young girl brushed it off, a hint of her young rebellion showed through her grin and that night, they fell asleep facing each other, J-hope with his wounded heart and Yunhee with the thought to protect J-hope from this girl. In her dreams and reality, she engraved in her own heart that although she has never met this girl, she already didn’t like her.

Present 2016 ~

A rustling of keys snapped Yunhee from her memories as she peered over seeing a tired J-hope walk in slowly until he paused and noticed her.

“ Yunhee? What are you doing here? It’s so late, don’t you have a schedule tomorrow?”

She didn’t know what to say, yes she was worried about him but she worried about the other boys too when they came home late, however, not to this extent. This time it felt like her worries were not only about him coming home late, but Nari, their relationship, what she meant to him and everything in between. Her head started hurting at this new frustration occurring but she ignored it to answer his question, “ Yes, but I was worried. I remember you talked about N-nari ( the name being hard for Yunhee to say) and I… I just wondered when you would be back?” Ending her statement as a question was not the move, she thought groaning at herself, the headache now being a bigger problem than before.

J-hope smiled gently at Yunhee for her kindness, even at a young age, she always looked out for everyone and made sure BTS were always doing well as individuals and a whole. That is why he felt he had to owe her an explanation of what happened today, positive that the young girl would understand him.

“ Yunhee-ah,” he walked over to sit on the sofa and held her soft hands noticing a slight tremble, “ Are you cold?...No? Okay well I have to tell you something okay?” She looked up at him with her big round eyes and furrowed brows wondering if staying late was a bad idea after all. A moment passed before she nodded, afraid to hear, but as the saying goes curiosity does kill the cat.

“ Nari called me to meet up today because her dad passed away and their family was left with a lot of debt...she is still in college and her mother works at part-time job so they don’t have much money to pay it off and she knows I am the only person who could help her pay off the debt until she gets a job.”

“ So she is using you to pay off her debt?” Yunhee bluntly said with a sour expression.

“ No, didn’t you hear me? She is paying me back after the debt. It’s not like she only wants to reconnect for money, she knew me before any of you did.”

The young girl looked at him aghast and hurt at the fact he would even say that. He had never scowled her before no matter how many times she teased or pranked him with the maknae line, yet one girl from his past, the one that left him so coldy could make him turn against her in an instant.

J-hope seemed to notice her upsetness and started to feel guilty himself, “Yunhee-ah, you know this is just a nice thing I am doing for a friend. You are so kind-hearted yourself, you should understand this.”

The latter hearing those words directed at her ,as if she was a little child, stood up and looked at him. “ I do understand. You’re looking out for a friend and that is completely fine, it’s your life...wouldn’t want to get in the way of you and your long-time friend.”

“ Yunhee, you’re also my frie-.” “ I think I should go back to my dorm.” Yunhee hated herself for being so petty but at this moment, she was hurt, confused, and worried so with all those negative feelings, it unleashed an immaturity from her. “ I’m going to call my manager to take me home so don’t worry about it oppa.” Smiling slightly at him, she leaned over and gave a quick hug to prove to J-hope she was okay even though she really wasn’t.

Later that night, Yunhee laid on her bed holding the angel necklace J-hope had given her on her birthday. Feeling the little jewels bump against her fingertip, the girl sighed and sat up to grab her notebook. Emotions were something Suga told her to express through music if it hurts too much to say and at this point, she was feeling that as the early bothersome headache had now traveled down and created the worst heartache she had ever experienced.

Next week ~

Laughters and chit chats can be heard from Big Hit’s break room where the staffs and idols come to hang out, eat, or discuss different things like the new scandal that is occurring on the news, what concept would be best for BTS’s new comeback, Yunhee’s new rising fame in choreography to what foods taste best with soju and if Namjoon really lost his 3rd AirPod of the week.

“ I’m telling you, I remember I put it on the shelf before we left to perform and when I came back, it was gone.” The leader said exhaustingly, how he can lose so many things beats him but at this point, he was getting tired, the new AirPods just came out and for him to lose it 3 times already was causing him to worry about his mental state.

The rest of the members and Yunhee laughed and shook their heads knowing quite well this would not be the last time RM misplaced his AirPods.

“ Hyung, it must be a ghost ooooooo.” Jimin said trying to scare RM with the thought of paranormal activities happening in BTS’s very own dorm.

“ Ah, don’t say that. It scares me.” V pouted cutely knowing he was also sharing rooms with RM and any ghosts that mess with the tall man would have messed with him as well.

Yunhee gave the sulking V a pat on the back, “ It’s okay Tae tae, ghosts don’t exist.” Though whether she was trying to convince him or herself, she was unsure.

“ Namjoon, you’re really lucky we’ve been making more money. How can you afford to spend so much on your lost things?” Suga snickered.

“ I told you it wasn’t-” RM paused noticing a lack of reaction from the otherwise talkative member, J-hope who did not hear a single word of what was going on, his face glued straight at his phone screen. “ Yo Hope, I know we see each other everyday but you’ve been nonstop on your phone this week. Yunhee’s here too so at least act like you are in this conversation with us.”

J-hope looked up at everyone who were now staring at him. “ What? Sorry guys, Nari just got out of class right now and was telling me about it. It’s so interesting seeing how people go to college and live their lives being just...normal.” He smiles, not aware of the maknae line rolling their eyes at him.

“ Nari Nari Nari that’s all he talks about nowadays.” V whispered to Yunhee as the latter increasingly grew more insecure. Is that what oppa likes about her? The girl thought to herself. That Nari was normal compared to their everyday idol lives, that she went to school with her friends or maybe had a cute part-time job as a barista and on some days, walked freely around without hiding and lived her life, that she was like new fresh air compared to the tight suffocating industry they worked in?

“ Yah Hoseok, tell me the truth.” Jin now spoke up a bit annoyed by the dancer’s distraction as well. “Do you like her? You talked about her a lot and we know you two had history.”

The previous loud chatters were now replaced with complete quietness and tension as if one little shake could disrupt the whole place as everyone waited for his response.

“ No, it’s not like that,” J-hope reassured them, “I’m over her, like you said what we had was history. Past. Done. I mean she was in my previous dance team so we’ve been sharing a lot of ideas and tips for choreography but it’s the best thing for BTS right now, a new outside perspective on our performance. If anything does occur with us, I’ll let you guys know. Like RM telling us about Luna, I’ll let you guys know okay?”

Some nodded while others mumbled in agreement, still not convinced this was just two friends catching up but it was better to hear from J-hope than nothing at all. One member, though noticed Yunhee’s down look frown so being the good older brother he was, decided to step up. “Yunhee-ah, do you want to go with me to my genius lab? There’s a new song I’ve been working on and I like to see your outside perspective on things.” Suga said smugly jabbing at J-hope’s reference to Nari’s outside perspective earlier.

30 minutes later ~

“ So then, I left because I didn’t want him to tell me anymore about him and his ex girlfriend. Do I want to know more now? Yes. Should I ask though? No.” Yunhee said while walking around crossed armed in the small yet beautifully designed studio.

The pale man sitting down now thinking for a minute before choosing his next words, “Why shouldn’t you ask? Yes, she had been in his life for a while but she left. If you think about it, you and her share the same amount of years knowing him.”

“...because it’s intrusive...and I’m afraid to know what he’ll say.” Remembering how he scowled her last week about Nari knowing him for a long time before any of them did throbbed at her heart, it wouldn’t have been the first time though as his words were repeated in her mind every night she laid awake since. “ They’ve known each other before he debuted and she’s from the outside world...she’s different. Plus she’s a dancer from his old dance team! She could possibly be the best dancer there is...” Sulking even more now, Yunhee sat down on the sleek couch. It had been a while since this so-called low self esteem appeared in her life especially since after debut, she was praised a lot for her strong dance skills and cheery charm but now it felt like none of that mattered in comparison to Nari.

“ Yunhee, I know Hoseok. Yes he might be enjoying time with Nari now but she’s not the one for him. Whether she is a good or bad person, it just doesn't seem right seeing them together. Hoseok deserves more…. but before you ask Hoseok about his true feelings, you should ask yourself that as well.”

Looking at him wide eyed, she repetitively shook her head. “ Oppa! I have no idea what you are talking about, I am just a concerned friend.”

“ So you’re telling me, your-” he stopped looking at the clock, “ 25 minute rant and pile of insecurity lining up in my studio was just because you were a concerned friend? Okay then.”

Yunhee glared at him before proceeding to stick her tongue out. “ Yoongi oppa, didn’t you have a song you want to show me?” “ No, I just brought you here cause I knew you needed to talk. Besides I don’t need an outside perspective on my new song.” The 22 year old boy smirked.

“ Okay, Agu S T D. I need help on this new song I’ve been working on though. I got the verses and bridge part first weirdly enough but I’ve been trying to make a chorus that really sums up everything. It’s going to be in the majority of the song so it has to be good. Please help me out.” Yunhee asked cutely and handed over to him the notebook she had kept in her bag as he flipped to the bookmarked section.

Is she still so great?

Does your heart drop just by a single phone call?...

Why is she calling you when she coldly left you?

It’s frustrating to see you pick up the call too

As I see you go through this, I still stick by you

For that, I’m the bigger fool

I’m the bigger fool for waiting for you

Suga after reading the song lyrics looked up staring intensely at the waiting girl who was also meeting his gaze , “ Oppa? How is it? Do you like it?...Ow!” Her blue notebook tapped lightly against her head by Suga’s hands.“ Yah, what kind of concerned friend writes like that? If I wrote something like this for Taehyung when he is being weird, people would ship us more than Sope….but it is a good song. I can work on the composing with you tomorrow if you can get the chorus done tonight. You’re at the right place, you just need to look further than the song and think thoroughly about what you want to convey.”

The younger smiled brightly and thanked him with a cheeky air kiss leaving the elder to blush and look away constantly shocked by her outgoingness.

Ah Yunhee, Suga sighed, why can’t you see your own feelings too? Why can’t you understand the one that deserves Hoseok is you?

The next day ~

A bright energetic Yunhee bounced on her way to BTS’s studio floor holding her finished lyrics in one hand and an iced green tea in the other. She spent the whole day yesterday thinking about Suga’s words and was finally able to finish the chorus, ignoring the little voice in her mind though about her feelings toward J-hope. She did not want it to ruin her day and after finishing her first full song, she was eager to see it come to life. As RM once told her, “ Better make use of your emotions because it can turn into something beautiful.” She was doing exactly that as she basically jumped out the elevator and headed towards the passcode studio.

A certain doe-eyed boy though stopped her track. “Noona? What are you doing here?”.

“Oh Kookie, hi! I’m going to Yoongi oppa’s, he’s been helping me write a song and I’m soooo excited!” The maknae now looked at her more wide eyed than before with a hint of nervousness as he shuffled around, “ Ah r-really? Okay, well just letting you know... Nari noona is here with Hope hyung.”

“ What?” Yunhee’s blood ran cold like the iced green tea that was condensing in her hand, “Why?” “ He wanted to show her around a bit, they were dancing together in the practice room and..yeah.”

 Dancing in the practice room...that was something we did, Yunhee thought miserably. “ B-but it’s our practice room, no one can just go in… it’s fine. Thanks for letting me know Kook. I’m going to go to Yoongi oppa now.” She then proceeded to walk past the worried maknae ignoring the tears welling up as he stared after her, him hoping there was a way Nari would be gone and everything would go back to normal.

Knock Knock...Beep!

The passcode unlocked as Yunhee walked inside quietly setting her things aside. “ Yun yun, did you fi- hey why are you crying?” “ Oppa,” Yunhee broke, running to hug the older male with tears rushing down, “ He’s with her here. They’re dancing together and I’m so sorry, I don’t mean to cry but my heart hurts so much, why does it hurt so much?” 

Yoongi cradled Yunhee in his arms, heart aching at the fact that the girl who was always there for them, the bubbly strong girl who never wanted to see anyone hurt was breaking down herself. “Oppa, is she going to replace me?” Suga froze then quickly pulled her back by the shoulder peering directly into her eyes, “ No Yunhee. No one is ever going to replace you, you’re our sister and no one in this entire world can make you go away… It’s going to be okay, I’ll have a talk with Hope but for now stay here and rest a little.” “... no, please I want to finish the song.”

Suga looked at Yunhee who was now standing up to get ready to sing the final touches. They’ve been working for an hour now arranging things together much to his concern but Yunhee had always been the type to get up quickly or in this case, determined to finish what she started.

Yunhee took in a deep breath, this was it. That last verse and then it would be sent to BangPD to see if he liked it or not. She honestly didn’t know if she wanted it to be sent though, the whole song being a little too close to home and personal for it to be her first released one, but some part of her was even more worried what Hoseok would think once he sees it. Would he know it was about him? Would he know her...feelings? Ugh, yes leave it to Yoongi and his damn Pisces energy to make her realize it, but she did in some ways care about Hoseok...more than a concerned friend.

No, she definitely cared about him way more than that. She felt happy when he was happy, she was sad when he was sad. Everything he felt, she took it upon herself to feel twice as much. If there was something on her mind, she would rush to him in less than a heartbeat and he was always the one she wanted to impress out of everybody.

 I like him...I like him a lot, Yunhee thought. He helped her become a better person everyday from his caringness and he was the one person who she would give up her dancing for even though her skills were her biggest pride. Yunhee chuckled lightly. Once emotions were opened they really opened the whole way, but now she has to focus and sing. Yoongi has been looking at her weirdly for a while now anyways, so closing her eyes and gathering all her new found emotions, all of the memories she shared with J-hope and the 11:11 wishes she prayed for him, started to use her ethereal vocals and sing the pitiful song.

How much did you like her to be like this?

How much did you love her to be like this?

What was so great about her?

Why are you like this?

How much did you like her to be like this?

How much did you love her to be like this?

How can you make me be in pain?

I’ve never met her but I really don’t like her

Yunhee let out a sigh due to all the pain and ache she had felt released in this song, it was like a part of her was free now. No matter what happens to Hoseok and her, she would trust in fate to do the bidding, as long as she was content and free she was going to be okay. Who knew fate would hear her that very moment though.

Opening her eyes, she glanced up and went stone rigid as the first pair of eyes she met were the most beautiful ones belonging to the recipient of this song itself, Jung Hoseok. And just her luck, standing behind him was also the muse, a small brown hair girl who could only be named as Nari. 

Guess this time Yunhee will really have to meet her and see if she likes her or not. Just great.

Part 2 https://moonliney.tumblr.com/post/619869275003453440/35k-of-pure-love-genre-fluffier-this-time

Aaaaand that’s a wrap people! Omg, maybe I should have put a warning that this would be really bad ahshshjsnahkgkfkfk but thanks for reading! feel free to leave comments or ask questions I’m open to answer anything :) quarantine got me being sooo lonely...bye!

[dear--charlie]

Dear Charlie,

Date: Wednesday, August 14, 2019 Time: 11:56 pm

I’m curious. Does anyone look forward to reading my letters? -calls out- “Anyone?” -dead silence emits so deafening, I stop talking-

So.. I was reading letters I have sent you. And, shit. The people who take the time to read these letters must think I am selfish.

All I talk about are men, my attraction to men, my desire to have a girlfriend, or whatever.

Which, if y'all know me, you KNOW, I’m going to get back to it.

But for a short bit, let’s talk about things that aren’t guys or girls.

Here are a number of facts about me you, Charlie, and other people reading this may not know about…

I’m very unsatisfied with my weight. I weigh about 195 pounds, and am working to drop to 120 pounds. I don’t feel attractive in my skin. I can’t see my vag anymore.

I haven’t orgasmed ever. I am 24 fucking years old. Why the fuck haven’t I cum yet? God..

Happier topics, Mare. Okay. There is this app I use called SLOWLY, where you create a username, and bio about yourself. You can start sending letters to people across the world. I’ve had letters coming in from China, India especially, the U.K., Australia, Taiwan, Russia, Portugal, tip of Africa. So many letters. And, you do get standard. ‘Yo baby. Send me nudes.’ This one guy got clever and asked me for nudes in Morse Code. I kindly sent him back to go fuck himself. The only person who gets to see my beautiful breasts is me, and the barren vag, cause I swear to myself, I never ever see Nic. (<– Sorry. No talk of guys for the next few paragraphs). The issue is.. like, there is an option where you can send three letters at a time. With an intro letter. One night, I thought it would he fun (WORST. MISTAKE. EVER.) to send 15 letters. (Keep in mind about 4 of the many letters I have sent, do I keep up a regular correspondence with. So, add 15 potential regular friends, and you have a recipe for disaster). Omgosh, Charlie + readers: I never have time to respond to these letters. Damnit, me. Why the fuck did you do that?

Okay. I started a new job. Yeah. You heard right. The ever so fucking afflicted depressed, intoroverted, frustrated, book crazy, bisexual who cant hold down a job, found a new one. Through a temp agency. I work with ______ _____ ____, at _____ _____, which is just 10 minutes from my house. The job is way better than the piece of shit I put up with for 6 mths. I love the different calls we get. But the mother fucking training at this call centre was mother flipping shit. There are so many 'processes’ you have to remember when helping a 'guest’ with a request that I want to cry. (I hope I keep at the job). Please fucking pray for me.

Did you know I didn’t always used to curse the way I do? Throughout high school, I would only curse when I would get hurt (like for example that time an anvil crushed my toe. Lol. This totally didnt happen. Though, this one time. I cut myself on this chunk of thick glass from a broken lamp at 12 urs old, that I was taking to the dumpster. It sliced my thigh, blood was gushing out I imagine. I started screaming. My mom, uncle, and cousin freaked the fuck out. I obviously lived to tell the tale. Y'all should see the scar.) And then I was influenced by boys (since I only hung out with guys through the last two years of high school) to curse. And now, I can’t seem to stop.

I make weird posts on Whisper. My username is ______ For anyone who wants to chat with me about my crazy life, follow me on ____ at @_______. Lol. (I hope y'all know when I include the blanks I’m being funny).

What other facts to share.. I made a friend on Slowly, but work really got me busy, plus I am always freaking tired. I didn’t respond for nine days with a letter, and I noticed she deactivated her account. It really hurt. Her name was Becca. She was trans, but didn’t tell her crazy conservative family. 19, super sweet. Liked video games and Eminem for a bit. I seriously miss her.

Other facts.. Did I mention (no, of course you didn’t mention Mare. All you ever talk about are failed relationships, current relationships, or almost relationships), I’m looking to learn Italian AND Spanish? Of course! Why the hell wouldn’t I try to influence my American self with my Mexican self? (Totally Hispanic in case y'all cohldn’t guess. My mom says I speak Spanish like a white girl. Well, shit… Time to go to Mexico and get ridiculed for being too white and not knowing Spanish or customs) Joking aside, I’m looking forward to teaching myself Spanish and Italian. (Don’t tell the family, but I prefer Italy over Mexico).

Y'all ready to get to the real reason why y'all stick through my letters?

Nic doesn’t want me to explore my bi side. Ken hasn’t been on Skype for a month. I miss him.. (Great, conflicted Mary is back again). Did I mention that today is my 3rd year anniversary with the Nicholas? Totally is. What did we do to celebrate? I woke up at 5 in the morning, waited for him to show up at 6, and ate tacos in my apartment parking lot. Then, I went to work, and he went home to sleep. We are going to Bastrop for the weekend which is just 20 minutes from my grandparents. Maybe I should go visit. (Why the hell don’t I call my family? Am I really that fucking self absorbed? Family trumps dudes any fucking day..) and I hope the trip is nice. I just texted him like 45 min ago of us drifting apart. Because… he will talk about things that seriously, Charlie, I could give two fucks about, then we will talk about ice cream, for example, and he goes off on a tangent about something little do with ice cream. Sometimes, I feel like I guilty stay with him because I do fucking love him, but I could be holding myself back from experiencing new things.

I want to write more. Bare with me for a moment, Charlie. Okay, I’m back. (That was a second break, in real time in case y'all were wondering)

My thoughts aren’t flowing as well. I wish I knew a friend who was bi or a lesbian who would like to explore with me. And not have it change things.

So, I have a shit sleep schedule. I’ll come home at 5 ish in the evening. I’ll sit in traffic for twenty min. Come home. Eat something. Fall asleep by 7. Wake up at 10, and stay awak indefinitely. Then wake up at 6, and start over. (What is wrong with me?)

Oh. More breaks from relationship shit. I saw a therapist. Three visits. It was nice. His name is Tim. (Had to stop because I literally have no fucking time to see a dr anymore psychologist or medical, because my schedule is a fucking bitch). He graduated from Harvard! That is awesome. His attire was well groomed, always. I never told him he intimidated me because of that. But he was a nice guy. Time to go to psychologytoday.com to look for weekend available therapists who take my insurance. I hope if I am to become a psychologist, that I’m a tiny better than Tim. He was lovely, I was just unnerved by someone focusing such time on me. But, that is kind of what he is paid for? So….

Oh. Have I mentioned at all to you, Charlie about how I want to start a YouTube channel? I want to read stories I find on the internet. Annnd, I’m pretty excited. I get my mic maybe with next weeks paycheck.

I feel like there is more to add. For anyone you may have lost touch with over the years, Charlie, does the thought of that person and the memories you shared together ever make you cry? I found a CD an old friend left to me for my birthday. And it broke my heart that we aren’t close anymore. I feel like I .. let my true relationships go in my worst state of mind.. And, I miss her so much. It really really hurts. I’m crying just thinking about it.

Also, I’m not sure if I mentioned, there are rare cases where I will laugh so hard at something I found to be funny, that I make others worried or uncomfortable. But the laughter turns to sobbing (sobbing such as my mom dying, or my brother getting hit by a car, or someone killing me) just as severe. I tried asking like crazy, and no one seems to know. That is, until a month ago, a friend from the meetings I go to (please tell me I’m not so vapid that I forgot to tell you I go to Monday meetings with DBSA for my depression) showed me what I have.. which I forgot the name of. But it is a treatable condition. Something to do with sensitivity.

I can’t hear well out of my right ear. I need to see a doctor.

Thanks to those who stayed with me this far.

I hope to have more news on my relationship status.

I seriously have like two friends on Tumblr. Why do I use this app again?

I love you, Charlie

Always,

Mary

[fanficsofmine]

Wake Me Up - Chapter 1

Summertime. Young. Single. Free.

You were living your dream life. You had a great place, amazing friends and a steady job. Independent and happy and free, what more could you ask for?

You didn’t think that meeting Chanyeol at a concert or Minho on the beach would influence your life as much as they did. They weren’t supposed to, anyway.

What exactly are you to do with whirlwind romances that show up when you weren’t expecting them?

Characters: Park Chanyeol, Choi Minho, OC’s

Word Count: 2243

Soundtrack: We are the Ones - King the Kid

A/N: This will be posted every Saturday! Enjoy! -Admin T

I took a long drag off of my cigarette and handed my roommate the bottle of merlot we were sharing. She took a swig of it and took a deep breath, taking in the night air. It was nearing 3 am, and this was our weekend routine. After our nights out, or even nights in, we always made time to sit outside together and just breathe.

I glanced over at Desi as she fiddled with her phone to change the song playing. Her pale skin, sky blue eyes, and chin-length blonde hair all shone, even in the darkness of night. She was a calculus major at the University here in town. Her boyfriend was passed out on our couch, (Pre-Law will do that to you,) and they were my two best friends.

I had just moved back to town. I had galavanted off for a year to a new town, completely alone. It was supposed to be a time of “finding myself,” but instead I ended up sharing my 23rd birthday with strangers from the restaurant I had worked at for a couple of months and a feeling of lost time. Not that it had been completely worthless. I did discover just how much I despised the state of Missouri...

It felt good to come home. My small-ish Texas town was like a blanket. The sky was open and clear enough to see stars, even with the city lights. The light guitar pluckings of John Meyer or Jason Mraz or somebody of that sort was just loud enough for us to hear and not disturb our neighbors. It was home.

Desi leaned her head back against the railing of the balcony and said, “you know, those things are gonna kill you one day.”

I shrugged, but nodded, tapping the end of my cancer stick out in the ashtray. “Yeah. I’ve done it for almost 10 years now, though. I had to impress those high school boys, Desi! Mama didn’t raise no quitter.” She rolled her eyes at my response. “I know. I know. I always tell people, ‘if you don’t smoke, don’t start!’ and I’ve been helping one of my other friends quit. They’re just kind of, a part of me I guess. I’m sure I’ll stop one day.”

Desi picked up my pack and said, “what if I hid them from you?”

I laughed. “That would stop me until I found time to run to the convenient store. But how about this? It’s July, right? I’ll make it my goal to quit by the end of the year.”

She tossed my cigarettes back to me and raised an eyebrow as if to say, “uh huh. Sure.” Instead, she actually asked, “what’s your plan for tomorrow?”

Taking another sip of wine from the bottle, I said, “well, there’s a concert a few hours from here. Presley said she wanted to go check it out. I think we may head down and grab a bite and watch a few bands play. She said she knows one of the opening acts. Might be fun. Wanna tag along?”

Desi nodded back toward the living room. “It’s our anniversary. We’re gonna go to dinner and visit or first date spot.” She swooned a bit and I smiled. I loved their love.

“Ah yes. The day true love was invented. I forgot that’s tomorrow.” She laughed and told me to go to bed if I was going to be driving. I raised my hands in surrender and compiled. I did my best to not wake Collin up as I tip-toed through the living room to get to my room. I shut the door behind me, but not before my huge tabby I had rescued, snuck through.

“Come on, Stormy. Let’s go to sleep.”

The daylight spread across my face way sooner than I had been ready for. There was a knock on my front door and I groaned when I saw it was already noon.

I shuffled through the living room and saw Desi peek her head out of her bedroom on the opposite side of the apartment. She only had one eye squinted opened and I waved her back to bed. No objections came from her as the door clicked shut again.

Presley was standing there, arms crossed. Her bright, naturally red hair was down over her shoulders, exposed by a cute tank top over distressed jeans. Her freckles scrunched together as she said, “is that how you’re wearing your hair?”

I rolled my eyes. “Good morning to you too, sweetheart. Come in.” She was already halfway through my door before I had even finished the phrase.

“I figured you’d still be asleep.” she said. “I come bearing gifts of hangover relief and ‘let's get moving sleepy head.’” I was suddenly aware of the plastic grocery bag in her hand and I reached for it, but she pulled it back.

“Clothes and hair first! I’ll drive so you can do your make up in the car!”

I groaned but complied. After digging through some drawers, I settled on a pair of jeans and a baggy t-shirt I knotted up. Half of a bottle of dry shampoo later, I grabbed my make up bag off of the counter and returned to the living room. Presley, ever the prepared friend, had already filled up two to-go coffee thermoses of coffee and handed me one. Closing my eyes, I sipped the warming elixir and sighed.

“Okay. Now I’m ready.” It was time to wake up.

The four hour drive wasn’t to bad. I did my make up as best as I could for being in a moving vehicle. Presley and I screamed steering wheel karaoke-worthy songs at the tops of our lungs, and talked about broken hearts and dreams and ambitions. We had gotten into town super early, and discovered that this show was at a super shady venue.

“You did not just drive me four hours away to get murdered, did you?” I stared at the venue cautiously.

“Don’t be dramatic.” She rolled her eyes. “I’ve actually been here a few times. It’s not that bad once you’re inside.”

“Well, it’s a bit too early to go inside. They’re not even open yet.” I rolled my neck and stared at her. “Why did you come pick me up and make me lose precious sleep.”

“The doors open to the public in a couple hours. I brought us here early because…” she pointed across the street from the venue. “That place has the best god damn pizza of anywhere I have ever been in my life. We’re gonna go feast before we rock out.”

She wasn’t wrong. The pizza slices were as long as my face and neck combined. It was greasy and cheesy greatness. I almost overate to the point of being willing to miss the show, but, Presley wasn’t going to let that happen. After we let our food settle for a bit, she dragged me out of the booth and we walked across the street again. A line was starting to form at the door and, once we paid our cover, we went inside.

The bands were… good? A couple of soloists opened up first, and they were alright. One of the openers was a heavy metal band trying to jam way too hard for a 5:15 pm slot, and I was way too sober for this.

As if she could read my mind, Presley showed up next to me and handed me a beer. As next band was preparing for their set, she leaned over and said, “so, this is my ex’s band.” I nearly choked on my beer.

“Wait. What?! We drove all this way to see that ex?!” How had I not put two and two together that her “knowing someone in one of the bands” translated to, “the guy we regularly refer to as the spawn of Satan.”

She nodded at the lead singer who was tuning a bass guitar. “Don’t be mad! He said he was gonna be close by and he wants to talk after the show and I knew you would be up for a road trip!” I sighed and took another drink of my beer.

Yup. Definitely too sober for this.

They began to tune, and I caught glimpse of the guitarist out of the corner of my eye, which then led to him having my full attention. He had a curly fringe that hung over his eyes in an “intentionally messy” fashion. His sleeves were rolled up and I could see a couple of tattoos decorating his arms. He kept glancing at The Ex and flashing this amazing smile when he laughed as they joked on stage.

Once the lights dimmed, there were several loud fan-girl cheers and then a beat of silence before a guitar strum brought the lights back up. The band immediately jumped into a pop-punk sounding jam that I found thoroughly enjoyable. People around me started dancing and singing, and I wished that I knew the music to join along. Instead, I just threw my head around and bounced along with Presley as they rocked out. They introduced themselves on stage after the song, and I caught guitarist's name; Chanyeol. He flashed another charming smile at the crowd, and, for a moment, I thought I got an extra few seconds of eye contact. It didn’t last long before he was back to jamming out.

After their set, Presley and I made our way back to the bar. She said that they would be coming out to “meet with fans” and that The Ex, (still didn’t bother to learn his real name,) had texted her that he wanted to talk. I rolled my eyes and she shoved me. I made my way to the bar and ordered another beer. Eventually, I saw Presley and her ex sitting at a tall table across the way. The conversation seemed light and easy, so I wasn’t too worried, but I made sure to keep her in my line of sight in case she needed an out.

I must have been staring hard, because I jumped when a voice behind me said, “ah. I kind of hoped you were a ‘guitarist’ kind of fan, not a lead singer girl.” I spun around to see Chanyeol there leaning against the bar. He nodded toward my beer and said, “can I buy you another one in hopes of changing your mind.”

I laughed and replied with, “oh. Yeah. Nope. ‘Children of the ruler of the underworld’ don’t fall under my ‘types’ so I’m definitely not interested in him.” His eyebrows furrowed together and I clarified, “that’s my friend. He’s her ex.”

Once realization hit he said, “ah! You’re Presley’s friend!” He reached out to shake my hand. When I offered mine, he shook it and said, “we were all on her side of the break up, just so you know.”

He ended up buying me another beer. Conversation flowed easy between us. Occasionally, we were interrupted by someone asking for pictures with him, but he always jumped right back in to focus on me. We discussed music and books, (turns out he was a huge “Lord of the Rings” fan) and movies. I noticed that he had changed out of his button up and was in a t-shirt with the sleeves cut off of it. I saw a few more tattoos along his arms, accompanying the one on his wrist. He caught me trying to make out one on the top of his arm, and he finally aimed it toward me to show me a monkey. He explained that it was his Chinese Zodiac.

“You have any?” he asked. I told him that I had a few, but not anywhere that could be visible. “I work a desk job. You know, gotta maintain the ‘professional’ appearance. No fun hair colors. No visible tattoos. No crazy piercings. I get to appear completely boring.”

“You appear the furthest thing from boring.” I made eye contact again with him to see if he was teasing, but his expression was serious. The corner of his lip pulled into a tiny smile and I was thankful for dim bar lighting to hide my blushing.

“So- where’s your next stop?” I asked, changing the subject.

“We’re headed to Austin tonight. You should come.” His response caught me off guard.

“Uh… what?”

“I said you should come with us. Tomorrow is Sunday. You’ll have time to…”

“To drive back in the middle of Sunday night to make it to work exhausted on Monday?! You’re crazy! Plus, I have Presley with me. She’s gotta get back too.” I was trying to not lead on how desperately I actually wanted to go watch him perform again. I didn’t want to seem crazy. Was that crazy?

“I bet she would be willing to go too.” He pointed to the corner and I turned to see Presley making out with The Ex.

“Crap. I was supposed to not let that happen.” I pretended to look guilty and Chanyeol laughed. He put his hand on my knee and said, “don’t go back yet. I need to get to know you more.” I hadn’t realized how close he had moved toward me. Our knees were touching and his face was only inches from mine. He was mesmerizing. I took in his features. His eyes were sharp. His lips were full.

I agreed to go.

[thingsandtrichotillomania]

Relationship

It's a good one. There are hardly any negatives. But there is one. And it came up today. And I cried and was upset.

So ever since the s/o started his job, our time together has been so so little. Miniscule. And it's been wearing on me because I miss him but it had just felt like there was no time left. And I was right. If my math is correct we have 22 hours a week to actually talk and spend time together. That is the time where we are both not at work. But into that 22 hours gets interrupted by anytime where I am home, but say he is with friends. Or if his sister is over hanging out. Or if I'm in a bad mood. Or if we are simply both tired from work. This leaves absolutely no more time.

And so today, I was looking forwards to seeing him after I got off work. He had a half day today, so he went in at 7 am. No problem, I had to go to work at 10 am so a typical morning of no talking as I'm asleep and he's gone. But I thought I'd have some time, FINALLY when I got off work. No. He wasn't home. I did not know this until I got home and saw he was gone. He hadn't texted me since 11 am this morning so I was like hm. Okay, maybe he's with a friend. No problem. This happens. And I hate it.

I do not mind once so ever that he is with friends. That's fine by me. What bothers me is that he doesn't let me know. All I require is a SIMPLE 'hey babe I'm at so and so's house I'm not home.' And what is MOST IMPORTANT that I know is whether or not he will be home AT ALL. It's SO IMPORTANT for me to know if he is going to be home late or not at all. I have home alone anxiety and if I can PREPARE for it, it makes me feel better.

But today, here comes 9 pm rolling around. Still not a single peep from the boyfriend. I had sent a text that I was home when I had gotten home. He didn't read it (or at least didn't click on the message). And so I called him. I hate calling him because when he's with friends I feel like it's bothering him even though I know it's not. So anyways I call and ask what he's doing. He tells me where he's at and that he's playing cards. He asks what I'm doing. I reply nothing. What else would I be doing home alone? Watching a show? Ooo exciting. (sarcasm)

And then I ask if he'd be home tonight. He just replies probably not. Here come the tears. I simply say okay. I love you and he replies love you and I hang up before he can hear me cry. I sob.

I'm initially upset because he won't be home. And that means I didn't get ANY time with him today, and I won't tomorrow because I work and won't be home till 5:30. There's not a chance in pigs fly that he'd be home before I leave for work at 9:45 am. I'll be lucky to get even a text tomorrow unless I text first. And even then.

But then I'm upset because I realize that he would NOT have texted me to tell me this. Not a chance. He never has before. And he KNOWS that I wish he let me know if he'd be home. I tell him every single time that he doesn't and I see him at some point the next day. It never gets fixed. It took ME calling HIM to find out if he'd be home tonight. No consideration on his end to remember that it's extremely important for his partner with SEVERE ANXIETY that he's going to need to prepare for being home alone.

No, instead if I hadn't called him, I would have been waking up every hour or every other hour because my body would be very anxious and wouldn't allow me to fully rest. Wondering if he would be home. Unfortunately because this has happened over the past 2 ish years we have lived here, I know that if he's not home by 2 am, he won't be until the next afternoon/evening.

Long story short, I am upset. He has been repeatedly told that I want to know if he isn't going to be home. Or if he isn't home. I just like knowing. I don't want to control him and tell him he can't. I don't care if he does, I just want to know he is doing so. That's literally all I need. A simple text saying, not home, with so and so, will/won't be home later. Even if they are separate text, because he doesn't always know if he'll be home or not. I just want to know at SOME point. It's better than not knowing at all. But no. He can't even manage to do that. I just hope I get to spend SOME time with him tomorrow. Even if it is from 5:30 pm to 9 pm because then he'll have to go to bed early for work on Monday.

7/31/21

[lovemesomesurveys]

What was the last thing you spent under $5 on? Hm. I don’t recall. How many times have you cried in the past week? A couple times.

When was the last time you saw a rainbow? It’s been a long time. 

Have you ever used your cell phone as a light source in the dark? Yeah. 

Is there anything written on the shirt you’re wearing? It says, “The Mandalorian.”

Would you rather spend 2 days in London or a week in Finland? I’d love to visit London, but Finland would be awesome as well and I get a week there, so I’m taking it. I’m not going to take a big trip like that for just 2 days.

Where were you living in 1997? In a different house than now, but same city.

How was your first kiss? Do you still talk to the person you shared it with? It was awkward, but I liked it and was just giddy about having had my first kiss. No, we haven’t talked in almost 10 years now.

Are you the oldest of your siblings? No, I’m the middle kid.

What are your initials? I’m not sharing that.

What does that middle initial stand for?

When was the last time you kissed someone? Do you regret it? It’s been 8 years now since my last kiss. No, I don’t have any regrets about it.

How long is it until your next birthday? How old will you be? Tomorrow will be 6 months exactly. I’ll be turning 32.

Do you have any tattoos? Nope.

How would you react if you found out you were pregnant right now? I’d be freaking out to say the least because I can’t have kids. I’m also a virgin, sooo.

What is your mother’s maiden name? I’m not sharing that.

How many people do you know with the same first name as you? I’ve known a lot of Stephanies. It was really common growing up.

Are you related to a Johanna? No.

Have you ever hugged an Eric? Yes.

Have you ever ridden in a car with a Brooke? No.

Have you ever kissed a Jesse? Nope.

Have you ever worked with a Heather? No.

Have you ever dated a Ryan? No.

Which of your friends would be most likely to become a stripper?

How long has it been since you showered? A day.

Where did you/do you go to high school? A local high school.

What is the nearest red object to you? There’s red on my throw blanket.

Do you have a birthmark? If so, where? Yeah, a small one on my right elbow.

Who was the last person to let you down? Myself as always.

When was the last time someone gave you flowers? I received flowers for my birthday a few years ago.

Would you ever consider getting back together with an ex? No.

What is your natural hair color? Dark brown.

Do you sleep naked? No.

Is smoking a turn-off when it comes to being interested in someone? Yes.

Have you ever dated someone who had kids? No. I’m not interested in doing so, but I know the older I get, the harder it might be to find a guy who doesn’t have kids at this point. It’s not uncommon for someone my age to have kids.

What was the last book you read? I’m currently reading, “Autumn’s Break” by Mary Stone.

Have you kissed someone 4 or more years older than you? No.

Were your parents married when you were born? No. Were you born before 1990? Yep, a year before.

Is your hair longer than your shoulders? Much longer; it goes down to my butt.

Why did you miss the last call you missed? I was asleep.

Have you ever been pulled over twice in one day? I’ve never been pulled over, ever. I don’t drive.

When you need to vent, who do you turn to? I turn to surveys and Twitter more often than a person.

When was the last time you went to the movies with someone? Last February. I miss being able to go to the movies.

Are you comfortable in your own skin? No. 

Have you ever been told you’re a flirt? No.

Are there any candles in the room with you? Yeah, there’s one. I never light candles, though, so I don’t know why I have it.

Does the last person you kissed have tattoos? No. Well, he didn’t at the time. I’m not sure if he does now.

Do you live within 20 miles of where you were born? Yes.

Is it after 5 pm? No, it’s only 7:16AM.

Is there someone you always call/text when you’re drunk? I think I drunk texted someone like twice before.

Have you ever been engaged? No.

Has anyone seen you naked in the last week? Nope.

Were you dating anyone in October 2008? No.

Where was your current profile picture taken? In my room.

Is your birthday in April? Nope, it’s in July.

Are you a Libra? No, I’m a Leo.

If you found $20, what would you spend it on? Food.

What is your favorite holiday? Christmas.

Do you believe the saying experience is the best teacher? I mean, you definitely learn a lot that way. With some things that’s the only way.

What's your current boy situation? Non-existent.

When's the last time you did something you knew was wrong? I haven’t been taking care of myself like I should be.

Do you hate the last person you had a thing with? No. I don’t have any bad feelings at all towards him.

Have you ever been out past curfew? My parents never had to set one cause I didn’t go out as a teenager. I was a homebody then, too.  

Who was the last person you cried in front of? My mom.

Did anyone see you kiss the last person you kissed? Possibly. I don’t remember.

Did the one person who hurt you the most in your life apologize? The person who hurt me the most is myself.

What was the latest you stayed up in the past week and why? I stay up everyday until like 7AM-ish. It’s 7:20 right now. :X

Do you cry a lot and have you recently? Yes and yes.

What was on your mind mostly today? lol right now I’m thinking about what I want to eat later.

Have you held hands with anyone today? No.

What's the last thing you and your ex talked about? I don’t remember, that was years ago.

Have you ever thought about getting your lip pierced? When I was sixteen and in my emo phase I wanted snakebites.

Are you interested in anyone at the moment? No.

Have you had more than three significant others at the same time? Noo. I’m only interested in monogamy. 

Is a best friend, significant other or ex pissing you off at the moment? No.

Are you in a good mood right now? I’m meh.

What's bothering you right now? I’m tired and kinda hungry.

If you were upset, who's the first girl you would go to? If I turned to anyone it would be my mom. I don’t usually turn to anyone, though.

Do you need to say anything to someone? Not at the moment.

What was the worst mistake of your life? Not taking care of myself like I should have and neglecting things.

If you had the chance to go on vacation anywhere you wanted to right now, where would you go? Well, nowhere right now or near future, unfortunately. Who knows when. :/

What color was the last thing you drank? A light brown.

How many people are you currently texting, who are they and what're you talking about? I’m not texting anyone right now.

What store do you shop at the most? Boxlunch and Hot Topic.

What's the last thing you bought for yourself and the last thing you bought for someone else? I bought myself a shirt and my brother’s birthday gift.

What color would you like your future house to be? Hm. I’m not sure.

What's your favorite flavor of pudding? I don’t like pudding; it’s a texture thing.

What's the last thing you received in the mail? My package.

What color's the sky right now? It’s gray and cloudy.

What genre is the book you're currently reading? Mystery and thriller.

What did you eat for lunch today? Nothing, yet. It’s 7 in the morning.

Did you ever enjoy the required reading in English class? Yeah, there were some I liked.

What's the closest stuffed animal to you? I have a few on my bed--a couple giraffes, a dog, a Dumbo, and two Baby Yodas.

If you were now stuck in a Pokémon game, which would you choose as a starter? Hm. I don’t know.

If you could blow a bubble into a different shape besides a sphere, what would it be? A star.

What color's the last pen you used? Pink.

[thislifeandnext]

4th February 2018

The last couple days have completely blurred together with emotions, lack of sleep, alcohol, and people. Wednesday and Thursday were just standard ‘mehh' days for me and my mental health. I had the standard low feeling and didn’t have the energy to do anything or see anyone. I did, however, manage to do some cleaning and tidying around the house and also get a load of clothes washing done so at least I managed to achieve something ! I also came down with a cold sore on Wednesday from were I’ve gotten so run down recently so have been doing everything in my power to try and get rid of the bastard.

Friday was the beginning of my birthday celebrations and I went to Bath for the night with my ‘boyfriend'. The thought of going to bath for the 2 weeks running up till had set off my anxiety and made me question and over think everything. But I loved 90% of the time we had away. The hotel was lovely and I was wonderful to be away from home and the dramas the go along with it. I was just relaxed and it was bliss. We got to bath and parked at the hotel and had a drink in the pub across the road called the bath brewhouse, which was super quirky and lovely. We then walked into town and had a mooch about the shops and I bought some more makeup from mac and some new jeans. After mooching we walked back to the hotel. The hotel itself was lovely! I had booked a balcony room for us purely to be able to smoke and it was well worth every penny. We then chilled at the hotel for a bit before I then got ready to go out for dinner and drinks. We then went out and went to a place called the pig & fiddle which was such an awesome place with such a mix of people but an amazing atmosphere as well. We also had food here as well, just a burger but was still enough for me. There was also a live DJ that was playing that night as well which was great and playing a lot of 90’s hip-hop and R'n'B which is always my sort of thing. We talked to a few people when we were out and loads of people said about going somewhere called nest as someone called mike skinner was playing, who’s apparently from the band - the streets. I really wasn’t interested in this, to be honest, I need a couple hours to mentally prepare myself for a nightclub otherwise my anxiety really flares up. But I didn’t want to be selfish and Nathan - my ‘boyfriend' - really wanted to go so after a lot of persuasions we went to this nightclub. The club actually ended up being really good but I was still anxious and not my normal clubbing self that just let's go and is a complete idiot, I also didn’t want to seem like an idiot in front of Nathan though. The whole evening was amazing till we went to leave and all the booze seemed to hit Nath in one go. He lost his ticket for the cloakroom meaning that he couldn't get his coat meaning he then got shitty with the cloakroom attendant and I was very ready to go at this point and did not want to stay another nearly 2 hours so he could get his coat. It was then one thing after the other and in then took 45 minutes to walk what should’ve been 10 minutes when I eventually managed to drag him back to the hotel meaning we eventually got back at 3.45 am. On top of this, I also had to virtually carry him back he was so pissed. He then started to tell me how much he loved me when we got back which in my grumpy state of mind I couldn't talk to him and didn't even want him to touch me.

Saturday morning - my actual birthday-  I woke up at around 9:30 am surprisingly actually feeling quite fresh considering the couple hours of sleep after 13 hours of drinking - I also might have still been drunk I’m not quite sure. I jumped in the shower and ended up being in there for half an hour, the shower at this hotel was amaaazinggggg! I mean it was better than any shower I’ve ever had before so spent 5 minutes washing and then spent 25 minutes lying on the floor with the water just running over me which was incredibly therapeutic. I was still annoyed at Nathan for the state he was the night before at this point and just carried on getting myself ready for the day once he woke up his hangover was in full swing which I was feeling quite happy he felt so shit. But the thing that shocked me was as soon as he woke up properly and smiled at me how he does I couldn't even pretend to be angry any more. I told him about a week ago that I thought I kinda loved him but when I realised I couldn't be mad at him anymore, that was the moment that I looked at him and realized I really did love him which was probably one of the best birthday presents I could've received. The rest of the day just got better and better for me and eventually got better for Nathan once the hangover subsided a little more. We left bath at 12 ish and went round to mums where I had the most fantastic cake waiting for me. My mother bless her heart had made my favorite cake - Chocolate coca cola cake and had shaped it and decorated it like a lipstick. Yes, it wasn't like a professional cake maker could do but it was fab. I had some amazing present’s as well. From my mum, i got a new journal which I'm going to use as a scrapbook or a photo album. I got the book by Fearne cotton called calm which will be really interesting to read and a river island voucher and a little bit of cash. From my brother, i got a hip flask with little pink flamingos on and a lovely silver bracelet. I also got a river island gift voucher from my aunt, uncle, and cousins and from my wonderful stepfather a new set of zoeva brushes in rose gold which are stunning! After seeing my mum, Nathan and I went to my dad’s pub so he could collect his post and also I was hoping in my mind he might have something for me but no. Another year without a present, card or even just a text and I was heartbroken that my own father cant even gets me a card or at least spends 5 seconds to send a text but I wasn't going to let that ruin my day. We then went back to mine and just flopped for a little before I had to go and get my friends from uni who was coming down for the night. Heidi got the train in at 4:30 pm and Maddie was running slightly late as per so we went to the pub while we waited for her when Maddie arrived me, Maddie, Heidi, and Nathan all went back to mine to get ourselves sorted for the evening to begin. Nath had a nap as he was still suffering from the night before and I and the girls had a fab catch up and talked about random shit for ages before doing anything. They also both bought me presents! Which I really wasn't expecting in the slightest! They both bought me bottles of pink fizz which I love! Heidi also got me some bath salts a bath bomb and some treats for the dogs - which is adorable! Maddie got me a box of Maltesers and a photo frame with a picture of the three of us in which just melted my heart. I have two amazing friends and I'm so lucky to have them! Hana also came down to get ready with us which worried me massively just the fact of two completely different friendship groups meeting makes me so anxious! But they all got on so well and it made my life! Once we were eventually ready we all headed to the pub. It was such a chilled lovely night with a good energy all night long we all got incredibly drunk and a bit silly. I introduced the girls to cheeky vimtos and a load of Pewsey people and we just had such a fab night. We then went home and drank more and just behaved like idiots. Both Heidi and Maddie were staying at mine and also Nathan stayed as well. I was absolutely hammered but a good level of hammered so I wasn't feeling like I wanted to throw up which is always a good thing! We all disappeared off to bed and I think the girls probably were asleep straight away whereas I and Nathan stayed up till about 5:30 chatting and fucking and oh boy I got some great birthday sex! Sunday - The hangover begins… All of us were up and awake about 9:30 for some bizarre reason ! and me Maddie and Heidi all went into my brother's room for cuddles with him, again for some bizarre reason. The rest of the morning we just didn't do anything I had a horrific hangover and so did Maddie whereas Nath and Heidi seemed fine. Heidi left at 11 but Maddie stayed so we spent the morning eating bacon sandwiches, drinking coke, having cuddles and reminiscing about stuff which was lovely. When Maddie left me and Nath went back to the pub as he wanted a roast dinner and I wanted a hair of the dog in an attempt to help my hangover slightly. It didn't. If anything it made it worse so I had to go back home as I just needed cuddles and my bed. I think Nathan left around 6 ish but I'm not sure as I fell asleep so I spent the evening on my own and spent it eating Chinese takeaway, I had a bath and also binge-watched the entire first season of the end of the fucking world on Netflix, which is fantastic! Other than my dad being, well, my dad I've had the most fantastic birthday weekend and couldn't think of a better way to have spent it. I am not, however, looking forward to the next stage of my hangover which is the depressed stage as I think ill be recovering for about a week!

xoxo

[togcpi]

1. You woke up naked next to the last person you texted, what would you say?it’d be weird because i’m ace but i wouldnt mind tbh

2. What’s going on between you and the last person you kissed? we’re close friends. it was a recent kiss so?

3. If your boyfriend or girlfriend was into drugs, would you care? like heroin or meth? probably. but like pot or smth idc.

4. Is your last name longer than six letters? yes. its seven letters.

5. Was your last kiss drunk or sober? drunk

6. Have you ever wanted to have someone but you messed it up? every conversation i have hahahaha

7. What does your last received text say? miss u too

8. How many times have you kissed the last person you kissed? fuck if i know

9. Where was your last kiss at? my bed

10. When is the last time you saw your sister? don’t have a sister

11. What do you drink in the morning? typically an energy drink

12. Where did you sleep last night? the extra bed

13. Do you think relationships are hard? yeah, but the right one is worth it, IF you can make it work

14. If you could go back and change something in the past 5 months, would you? yeah, i’d probably make myself more clear

15. You’re locked in a room with the last person you kissed, any problems? nah, we’d have a lot of fun

16. Would you rather it be sunny or rainy? warm and thunderstorming

17. Do you know anyone with the same middle name as you? nah. i know a lot of people with elise as their middle name and i knew a girl who’s first name was serenity, but no one’s got the MIDDLE name serenity

18. Are you wearing jeans,sweatpants,or pajama pants? sweatpants

19. Do you think you will be in a relationship 3 years from now? damn hopefully

20. Does anyone like you? i think so

21. Have you ever kissed someone with a name that starts with an S? ya.

22. Is the last person you kissed gay? yes lmao

23. Is there a person you CANNOT stand? there are a couple

24. Have you ever considered getting a tattoo? i have two and i’m working on saving up for my third so yes

25. In the past week have you cried? i’ve gotten teary eyed but i havent cried cried in like a year lmao

26. What breed was the last dog you saw? on tv: pitbull. irl: whatever the fuck my weirdo mutt is

27. Do you dry off in the shower or out of the shower? out of

28. Have you ever kissed a football player? nah

29. Do you think you’re old? nope im a baby

30. Do you like text messaging? yes cause then i can ghost if i need to

31. What type of day are you having? it was fine

32. Have you ever thought about getting your nose pierced? i have my septum pierced and i’ve had my nostril so yes

33. Do you prefer warm or cold weather? warm

34. Is there a person of the opposite sex who means a lot to you? oh yeah, my two best friends are both dudes

35. Would you prefer a relationship or a fling? my ace ass? take a guess.

36. Are you a simple or complicated person? depends on the day

37. What song are you listening to? i’m watching homeward bound

38. When you say you’re sorry do you mean it? yes, i rarely apologize without meaning it 39. Is there a girl that knows everything or almost everything about you? lmao nah.  40. What made you start liking the person you like now? idk she’s funny as hell. fucking gorgeous. she reciprocated. she’s always been too good for me, and that just made me want to be good enough for her all the more.  41. When did you last receive a text message? 11:37 pm (an hour and 13 minutes ago) 42. What is wrong with you right now? lmao i’m stuck on someone who loves me but isn’t healthy enough to be with me. it’s a fucking mess. 43. How well do you know the last female you texted? pretty well! we dated. we’ve gotten closer since we broke up. there’s a lot i don’t know, but we tell each other things we don’t tell anyone else. 44. Does anyone disgust you? lmao yah 45. Would you date someone right now if they asked? bitch yes 46. Are you in a good mood right now? not really i have a headache 47. Who was the last person you talked to in person? my brother i think 48. What color shirt are you wearing? a grey redford shirt (support your local psp by checking out our signature brand of dog food, comparable to taste of the wild and blue buffalo but at a more affordable price :~)) 49. Has someone recently told you something you didn’t want to hear? nah not really 50. Anyone you’re giving up on? i’m fucking trying 51. Do you hate the person you fell hardest for? no. i’m in love with her ass.

52. Have you ever thought about giving up on someone but couldn’t? ......... 53. Do you like rain? yes 54. Do you care if your boyfriend/girlfriend drinks? considering i’m not a controlling, abusive piece of shit, no lmao 55. Have you ever liked somebody and never told them? nah i usually end up telling the person 56. Do you like to cuddle? yes on a good day. i actually prefer to have my hair played with tho 57. Are you shy? nah 58. Do you get along with girls? yes  59. Have you dated the person you texted last? yes 60. What do you carry with you at all times? my cell phone, my wallet with my keys, my smile :) 61. If you were paid 1 million dollars to spend the night in a supposed haunted house, would you? fuck yeah. i got loans to pay off shit 62. Do you think you can last in a relationship for five months? with the right person, yes 63. Think back to October, were you in a relationship? oct 31, yah 64. The person you like kisses you on the forehead, do you find this cute? FUCK yes 65. Did anything “cute” happen in the last week? i mean my cat’s been chillin and that’s always cute. love ha.

66. How old are the last three people you kissed? 18, 19, and 19

67. Would you rather pay to get your nails done or do them yourself? if i have money to spend, pay to get em done    68. Which do you like better- Zebra print or leopard print? neither the fuck 69. Do you have any stickers on your car? i had a “stop bigotry” anti trump sticker but someone stole it :(     70. Would you rather listen to Luke Bryan or Lil Wayne? neither     71. Blackberry, Anroid, or iPhone? iphone     72. When’s the last time you had pizza from Pizza Hut? a couples weeks ago    73. Do you like diet soda? FUCK no. the saccharine is just as bad for you as the sugar and it makes me jittery AND it tastes disgusting    74. What color are the walls in your room? green. ugly.    75. Are you 16 or older? yes    76. Do you watch Pretty Little Liars? no    77. Do you have a job? yes      78. What are your initials? esb    79. Did you ever have braces? nah    80. Are you from the south? im from va which is technically south but i dont count it :/   

81. What does your last status on facebook say? let’s MCFREAKIN LOSE IT (about my mitski concert tickets)    82. Do you still talk to the first person you ever kissed? kinda but not really. we talked about trying to date again but then she disappeared off the face of the planet lmao    83. Are you closer to your mom or your dad? used to be dad, but i haven’t seen him since like feburary cause he’s a mess. so its mom.    84. Have you ever done cheerleading or gymnastics? no    85. What’s the last movie you saw in theaters? get out i think. or rogue one. whatever came out later.    86. Do you smoke? socially    87. Would you rather wear heels or flip flops? flip flops     88. Is your phone touch screen? yah    89. Do you normally wear your hair straight or curly? however it combs out (wavy ish)    90. Have you ever snuck out of your house? no my mom dgaf if i leave    91. Would you rather swim in a river, lake, or pool? pool. i do not fuck with bodies of water other than the ocean, pools, and bathtubs.     92. Have you ever made out in a car? yes    93. …Had sex in a car? no    94. Are you single or in a relationship? who the fuck knows.    95. What were you doing last night at midnight? idr the fcuk     96. When’s the last time you saw fireworks? probably fourth of july last year     97. Do you like the camera on your phone? yeah its fine     98. Have you ever had a friend with benefits? no    99. Have you ever passed out from drinking? no    100. Are you friends with people on facebook that you actually hate? idts    101. Have you ever had a pregnancy scare? yeah but like a fake one. i thought it was divine conception or whatever. i’m a lesbian lmao    102. Name your favorite Kesha song: tik tok    103. Do you have any tan lines right now? nah idts    104. Would you ever wear cowboy boots with shorts? for money or laughs, yes probably  

[tea-and-toblerones]

I hijacked this.

1: Name:: Deanna 2: Age:: 24 3: 3 Fears:: spiders, being told I love you when they really don't, utter failure 4: 3 things I love:: Video games, music and art 5: 4 turns on:: Dorkiness, awkwardness, kindness and a sense of humor 6: 4 turns off:: flip floppy behavior, narcissism, arrogance, and thinking yo ass is better than everyone else. 7: My best friend:: @bestiejessie 8: Sexual orientation:: Hetro, but with an appreciation for the female form 9: My best first date:: pff, I'll let you know when that happens, yeah? I've never really been taken out 10: How tall am I:: 5′7" 11: What do I miss:: being as carefree as I was 12: What time were I born:: Monday, August 24, 1992 at 9:18 PM 13: Favourite color:: Red. Blood red. 14: Do I have a crush:: My heart only poops it's pants for celebs and fictional characters at the mo'. It's easier that way. 15: Favourite quote:: “I may be an asshole, but I'm not a 100% Dick" Peter "Star Lord" Quill 16: Favourite place:: By the water. On the water. Floating in the water. I love water. 17: Favourite food:: PIZZA IS LIFEEEEE 18: Do I use sarcasm:: Nah mate, not at all. 19: What am I listening to right now:: The Final Fantasy VII Soundtrack 20: First thing I notice in new person:: eyes, scent, timbre of voice, and their vibe 21: Shoe size:: 8 22: Eye color:: gunsteel blue 23: Hair color:: medium brown. For now. 24: Favourite style of clothing:: Grunge queen in the fall/winter Cute and lacy in the spring/summer 25: Ever done a prank call?:: not that I'm aware. I have terrible anxiety 27: Meaning behind my URL:: I just love tea and toblerones mate. 28: Favourite movie:: Howl's Moving Castle 29: Favourite song:: Yellow by Coldplay 30: Favourite band:: Imagine Dragons 31: How I feel right now:: Chill/excited 32: Someone I love:: EVERYONE. Cept for one single person. 33: My current relationship status:: Emotionally attached to a fictional character cos I'm trash. That answers that, eh? 34: My relationship with my parents:: Me and my mam are tight. My dad...nah mate, not so much. 35: Favourite holiday:: HALLOWEEN BITCHES! 36: Tattoos and piercing I have:: My gauges. 37: Tattoos and piercing I want:: Sylleblossoms and a sword from FFX, Calcifer from Howl's Moving Caste, a sea scape, trees, a dragon... 38: The reason I joined Tumblr:: I needed an Ed outlet before my friends murdered me. 39: Do I and my last ex hate each other?:: He cut his face open to be more like Ed so I would take him back. I don't hate anyone, but that boy is pretty damn close to it. 40: Do I ever get “good morning” or “good night ” texts?:: My brother texts me WAKE UP from time to time. Do those count? 41: Have I ever kissed the last person you texted?:: Texted, yeah. Messaged, nah, just licked their face. 42: When did I last hold hands?:: romantically? Last year. In general? Last night. 43: How long does it take me to get ready in the morning?:: pff what is this morning you speak of? 44: Have You shaved your legs in the past three days?:: Sure have. 45: Where am I right now?:: In the FFXV/Ed trash heap where I belong. 46: If I were drunk & can’t stand, who’s taking care of me?:: Jessie if they're not already passed out. 47: Do I like my music loud or at a reasonable level? :: loud 48: Do I live with my Mom and Dad? :: unfortunately 49: Am I excited for anything?:: THIS WEEKEND 50: Do I have someone of the opposite sex I can tell everything to?:: yes 51: How often do I wear a fake smile?:: 25% of the time? Ish 52: When was the last time I hugged someone?:: earlier today 53: What if the last person I kissed was kissing someone else right in front of me?:: I be surprised he grew a spine and kissed a girl other than me, but that's about it. Probably cheer him on. Get him a drink. I'm such a bro 54: Is there anyone I trust even though I should not?:: nah mate, I hardly trust anyone 55: What is something I disliked about today?:: almost falling outta a chair cos I fell asleep 56: If I could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?:: Ed Sheeran 57: What do I think about most?:: that I'm trapped in a stagnate place and I'll never get free from it. 58: What’s my strangest talent?:: I can remember exactly how people/ feel. Like their skin and whatnot, like I'm physically touching them, but im not. And their scent and their voice. And their eyes. Is that a talent? 59: Do I have any strange phobias?:: the snuggle bear creeps me the fuck out. 60: Do I prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it?:: behind 61: What was the last lie I told?:: that I was gonna go to bed early. Does it count if it's to yourself? 62: Do I perfer talking on the phone or video chatting online?:: video chatting cos I have a fear that people can't understand what I'm saying due to the fact I used to have an impediment with a lisp so at least they can read my lips. 63: Do I believe in ghosts? How about aliens? :: sure do. Seen em. Felt em. Have one thats attached to me. He's cool. Chases away the bad stuff. And yeah this universe is way to big for us to be the only ones 64: Do I believe in magic?:: yep 65: Do I believe in luck?:: very much so 66: What’s the weather like right now?:: kinda coldish? But not terrible (I'm horrible at judging how cold it is. I never wear a jacket) 67: What was the last book I’ve read?:: King Killer Chronicles 68: Do I like the smell of gasoline?:: I'm weird so of course I do 69: Do I have any nicknames?:: Nanna (which I always go by) 70: What was the worst injury I’ve ever had?:: um, well one of my insides got very angry with me and hurt and I couldn't move and was fevered and puking and made my back hurt. I was too stubborn to go get checked out so I dunno what happened but it got better on its own. 71: Do I spend money or save it?:: both. Usually save though 72: Can I touch my nose with a tounge?:: I've got quite the long tongue, I can actually stick it up my nose if I tried. (Drunk me has) 73: Is there anything pink in 10 feets from me?:: Not that I can see 74: Favourite animal?:: Foxes, Ravens, and raccoons 75: What was I doing last night at 12 AM?:: Partying with my ladies getting ready to bar hop with the band 76: What do I think is Satan’s last name is?:: Morningstar. He owns a nightclub called Lux in LA. 77: What’s a song that always makes me happy when I hear it?:: Thrift Shop 78: How can you win my heart?:: by being an adorable awkward dorky nerd like me 79: What would I want to be written on my tombstone?:: something utterly ridiculous probably 80: What is my favorite word? :: probably a swear. 81: My top 5 blogs on tumblr @weareedsobfg (imma cheat too) @ferskendag, @tenerife-lucy @lordedsheeran, uh....I'm sure there's more I'm forgetting 82: If the whole world were listening to me right now, what would I say? :: pterodactyl noises and arm flaps cos social anxiety 83: Do I have any relatives in jail?:: it would be quicker to list the ones that weren't. 84: I accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow me with the super-power of my choice! What is that power?:: the power of imagination (whatever I can imagine happens) 85: What would be a question I’d be afraid to tell the truth on?:: How do you feel 86: What is my current desktop picture?:: A picture of graveyard I took in New Orleans 87: Had sex?:: yeah 88: Bought condoms?:: yeah 89: Gotten pregnant?:: no 90: Failed a class?:: math. All the math 91: Kissed a boy?:: yeah 92: Kissed a girl?:: yeah 93: Have I ever kissed somebody in the rain?:: I have in the snow 94: Had job?:: yeah had job 95: Left the house without my wallet?:: almost everytime 96: Bullied someone on the internet?:: Nah mate 97: Had sex in public?:: Sure have 98: Played on a sports team?:: INDOOR PERCUSSION BITCHES 99: Smoked weed?:: Not smoked it, but had some pretty delicious banana nut pot bread. 100: Did drugs?:: besides the pot bread, nah mate 101: Smoked cigarettes?:: No 102: Drank alcohol?:: Oh yeah 103: Am I a vegetarian/vegan?:: Once upon a time 104: Been overweight?:: very much so 105: Been underweight?:: when I was born 106: Been to a wedding?:: I've been to so many 107: Been on the computer for 5 hours straight?:: ALL DAY, ERRYDAY 108: Watched TV for 5 hours straight?:: I'm a binge watching mofo 109: Been outside my home country?:: no but I wanna 110: Gotten my heart broken?:: yeah 111: Been to a professional sports game?:: Yes and I don't even like sports. 112: Broken a bone?:: surprisingly no 113: Cut myself?:: all the time on accident 114: Been to prom?:: no, I was the weird loner outsider kid. You know the one. 115: Been in airplane?:: Sure have 116: Fly by helicopter? :: no but I've been in one 117: What concerts have I been too?:: Alice Cooper and Watch Them Rot 118: Had a crush on someone of the same sex?:: Kinda ish. 119: Learned another language?:: I used to know a lil Spanish but now, not so much 120: Wore make up?:: every time I leave the house even though I don't need it anymore cos I got my eczema under control (the miracle of aloe yall) 121: Lost my virginity before I was 18?:: Nope 20 122: Had oral sex?:: I have 123: Dyed my hair?:: so much. 124: Voted in a presidential election?:: No 125: Rode in an ambulance?:: Nope 126: Had a surgery?:: Nope 127: Met someone famous?:: uh, mickey, minnie, goofy and pluto? 128: Stalked someone on a social network?:: who hasnt? 129: Peed outside?:: so many times 130: Been fishing?:: yep 131: Helped with charity?:: yep 132: Been rejected by a crush?:: *laughs to infinity* CAN'T BE IF YOU NEVER TELL EM (yes, yes I have. Indirectly) 133: Broken a mirror?:: So many I'm cursed forever 134: What do I want for birthday?:: the same thing I wanted last year. A hot ginger. (And video games. Always video games) 135: How many kids do I want and what will be their names?:: 2 boys. And maybe like William or James or something weird cos I love weird names 136: Was I named after anyone? :: Deanna Troi from Star Trek: the Next Generation. 137: Do I like my handwriting?:: yeah it's pretty okay 138: What was my favourite toy as a child?:: MY PINK POWER RANGER ACTION FIGURE 139: Favourite Tv Show?:: Supernatural, Sherlock, Doctor Who, American Horror Story, Arrow, Flash, Legends of Tomorrow...don't make me pick one. 140: Where do I want to live when older?:: with someone I care about. 141: Play any musical instrument?:: piano, marimba, xylophone, vibraphone, bells, drums, guitar (not well, I have ZERO rhythm) 142: One of my scars, how did I get it?:: playing with my dog 143: Favourite pizza toping?:: If I had to pick one, pepperoni but mushroom olive and pineapple please 144: Am I afraid of the dark?:: nah, that's where all the stars are 145: Am I afraid of heights?:: nah 146: Have I ever got caught sneaking out or doing anything bad?:: no, I was a mild child 147: Have I ever tried my hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end?:: Oh you mean my life? 148: What I’m really bad at:: everything 149: What my greatest achievments are:: well I stopped someone from killing themselves. I also tend to make people laugh and feel better. 150: The meanest thing somebody has ever said to me:: I only said I loved you so you would stay (though literally already knew it but worst fear right there) 151: What I’d do if I won in a lottery:: get outta debt. Get my friends outta debt. 152: What do I like about myself:: people say I'm sunshine. I like that. 153: My closest Tumblr friend:: @ferskendag and @tenerife-lucy 154: Something I fantasise about:: being happy with someone I care about, being financially stable while doing my dream job and traveling the world. 155: Any question you’d like? Do you know the muffin man?

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June 26th, 2019 11:50 am

holy hell it’s been a long time since my last update. First of all: that last update ended at a really climactic moment and I’m mad that I don’t remember what happened next, or even that it ever happened. It’s like reading a book that ends on a cliffhanger and has no sequel.

So I did end up getting everything from the last update resolved. Rose took a week but finally responded with “you’ve made a lot of valid points, I want to work harder to repair our friendship.” Regardless of whether I believe her, at least I had this exchange to hold her accountable. I got my tire changed a week after I said I would. My mechanic looked at it and was like “what the fuck is wrong with you” because the strip became a continuous 2.5-inch wide belt of smoothness. We passed the apartment inspection, but they did charge me the $250 for the pet fee. No big deal tho.

Recently mom has been wanting to move back to michigan. She’s tired of florida and the market is perfect for selling the house now. But dad says he won’t move until he can see for sure that rose gets her degree and can move out on her own terms, financially stable. Mom wants to give rose a hard deadline to move out. I agree with mom, rose is getting far too old to be living at her parent’s home rent free considering she makes almost double what I do, and I’m entirely independent. Like seriously, where is her money going? An ounce of weed a week? Buying her boyfriend a new xbox and games? Fixing her piece of shit car which broke down again a week later? (she wants to buy a stick shift this time. I’m not gonna tell her it’s a bad idea, bc she’ll prob sell it to me for cheap after she gives up learning to drive). Now iris and I are trying to apply gentle pressure on her to get her life together, and by that I mean I lashed out pretty strongly over text and now iris is gonna come by and comfort rose while also subtly agreeing with me.

I just barely passed my classes and kept my scholarship with a 3.008 gpa. tell me that ain’t god’s work. I failed calculus with a whole F again, but I’m gonna really give it a better shot next semester. I *will* at least get a C. 

My comp 2 professor nominated me for the stylus award. I don’t think I’ll win because personally I think my essay was a rushed mess, but it’s nice to know that he thought it was that good. I picked up my portfolio from him, but haven’t reread it yet. Also, I stopped browing r/braincels like I used to. Even after the semester ended, I would still read every post for a long time, but I finally stopped when I felt like my mental health was declining. I mean, I don’t need to keep reading it anyways, the project is over. Sometimes I’ll go back on it and read a few posts, but not often.

This update is just pure procrastination btw. Not only am I procrastinating studying for my two midterms tomorrow, but also because I got back on Tinder last night and got three messages. I’m really an all-or-nothing kinda guy, I don’t like the idea of dating multiple people at once. which apparently isn’t how tinder is supposed to work; some online articles say “it’s best to have 10 conversations going at once” which I hate because it makes people seem so disposable. I swear, straight people treat dating as a business transaction, they’re always trying to shop around and discard what they have for a better thing. Anyways I don’t know how to respond to the messages, especially since I really only want to talk to one person at a time.

So anyways. Last semester ended, the summer semester began. Do you remember the first semester of college, how that one guy at a club meeting was a total creep and followed me (us?) onto the city bus and couldn’t take a hint to leave? Well I’m pretty sure he’s in my comp sci class, and he sits three seats to the left of me and looks over at me like once every 5 minutes. Also, two weeks into the semester, savon figured out I’m in discrete structures and has since then come to sit in on the lectures. And last thursday he loitered around the bookshelves near my seat in the library for an hour. I mean really, is he SO interested in plant diseases that he stared at the spines of the books for a whole hour?? I hate men.

Because of that, I had to study in HPA instead. It brought back memories, from when I thought I wanted to major in social work. Still love that vending machine they have that can make a latte for $1.50, I wish they had more of them on campus. Anyways as I was sitting there, this guy walked past me, then turned around and was like “oh I think you’re in my comp sci class.” He asked what we did in class and tbh it took me a hot minute to remember because my attention span has been shot recently. Dude didn’t even know we have an exam on thursday. He seemed kind of friendly, he’s majoring in computational physics. He asked me what my discord username and I hesitated before telling him bc like 2 hours prior, I said “man, that’s the first time anyone has said they love me in years” (in regards to the professor telling us he loves us).

I’m doing pretty decent in my classes. Definitely gonna get A’s or B’s in them. I’ve become more cordial with my parents too, I visit them once a week/every two weeks-ish. Rose and I had an argument on memorial day. She was basically delegating me to permanent third wheel, because she says she “never gets to act like a couple with peter in front of other people.” Apparently I’m a second-class citizen to “other people” since I’m the one that gets excluded. And it’s even worse considering the fact that rose is pretty much the only person that I talk to these days, like I have no other friends, so the few moments we do hang she wants to ignore me. I told her about this and all of a sudden she started saying “oh well you don’t even care about me anyways” like wow that’s not gaslighting or anything. 

That was about a month ago, and I’ve been in virtually complete isolation since then. I’ve hung out with heather for about two hours total in the last month, and other than that it’s just utter loneliness. Honestly I’m pretty sure my vocal cords are gonna grow weak from disuse; I mean I’ve rarely spoken my entire life and now it’s just getting worse. Severe isolation like this really feels like it’s deteriorating my brain; my memory is getting weaker, I can’t focus, all I think about is how I’m completely ugly and unloveable and nobody wants to be my friend because I’m such a horrible person. 

This lasted for all of gemini season, and at the start of cancer season I just started crying at everything. On sunday before I went to work I started watching she ra on netflix. By the second episode I had already cried twice; once because I thought it was so great that adora had friends who cared about her, once because I felt bad for catra for feeling abandoned. Then I cried at work because this family came in, dumped off their son in a wheelchair with a laptop, and then never came back for him the rest of the night. Then I cried the next morning because I felt lonely. Then I opened r/sad, read the most upvoted story, and cried again at that. I hate cancer season.

My life (financially and academically) is going fine, but the loneliness is what’s still making me feel like shit, which is why I got back on tinder. I mentioned that already, right? yeah, I still don’t know how to respond. There’s this one girl who also looks hapa like me, and by her bio I really want to talk to her but I’m nervous. Last night I was like “lemme smoke a little to relax then I’ll message her” but then after smoking I was like “lemme have some vodka and punch” and then I decided to do a hair mask, followed by a long shower, followed by taking nudes (it was a lot of vodka, man). And by then it was 10pm and I couldn’t respond without looking sleazy. So now, here I am, at 1:17 pm the next day, and I still haven’t responded. Or studied for my midterms tomorrow. I’m gonna die.

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19 Bosses Reveal the Crazy Things Their Employees Did to Get Themselves Fired

Have you ever been fired in a spectacular fashion? Then maybe you’re on this list…

The managers of the world took to Reddit to share their craziest stories of their employees getting fired.

This thread will have you screaming, “Why do people do what they do?”

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Had an employee named Ernie call in Monday morning saying his dad died over the weekend. I told to take all the time he needed.

Tuesday was the viewing, Wednesday was the funeral. Who shows up Wednesday….. Ernie’s dad… Ernie forgot his lunch. True story. –kathysef

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I wasn’t the manager, but years ago when I worked at Home Depot, a couple idiots got fired for conducting a transaction involving a bag of weed (one buying it from the other) inside the store.

Instead of, you know, going outside to the huge vacant lot next to the store. –Eroe777

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I work for an insurance company. One of our sales agents told a guy “Hey, go f**k yourself” when the guy told him he didn’t want to pay whatever his premium quote was.

He got fired and walked out. My company is really cool in that we aren’t scripted, but we do draw the line at swearing at policy holders (DUH). –alicatchrist

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Worked at a Country Club. Huge outing with hundreds of people.

One of the caddies gets in a fight with another caddie and yells “I’ma cut you bitch!” and pulls out a blade.

That was his last loop. –UnappreciatedComment

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My company put people up in hotel rooms when it was snowing pretty badly.

With of course the expectation you would work the following day cause they knew it would be busy.

One guy was somehow angry about that and decided to take a poo in his hotel rooms bathroom sink. He got fired and we got banned from the hotel. –Couragetrampstamp

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During induction on day one, each new hire had to spend some time with every department to see what they did.

New employee was more interested in talking about the problems she had with her son than learning about work.

Turns out the bottle of sprite she had been swigging from all day contained more gin than sprite. –never_doing_that

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Restaurant GM came with the idea to have employees do an anonymous survey. Most replies were about how much the GM was a bully.

Fired… his own idea got him fired. That and he was a power hungry f**k-chop.

–themarshman721

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My supervisor punched another manager because he forgot to process his fantasy football transfer requests in time.

My workload increased considerably that day.

Fun times. –CapstickWentHome

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One guy was late 23 F**KING TIMES IN A 2 MONTH PERIOD. Hadn’t even been there a full 3 months. Instead of firing him, management suspended him for a week.

This idiot calls corporate and tells them that he’s been treated unfairly so the store manager and his department manager have to have a meeting with him and he shows up 15 minutes late to the meeting.

When he finally showed up they just fired him –bloodredsky

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Sold his company laptop with all our source code to a pawn shop in Vegas during a convention for drug money. –ReshKayden

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I worked in a cinema and there was this student who helped out as a projectionist during his time off school.

Apparently, he used to sneak his friends inside the projection room so they could watch the movie for free from there.

One day, he called in sick but his friends came anyway, and because the guy wasn’t at work, they simply asked his boss if they can watch the movie upstairs again.

Our boss called and fired him while his friends were still standing in front of us. –CR1986

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Young guy on his first day left during his 20 minute break and didn’t come back until almost 3 hours later.

When questioned he said “my friends invited me to breakfast” so he went out to a restaurant to have breakfast with them and came back to work after.

He was told he can’t do that you only get 20 minutes he said oh sorry this is my first job I’ve ever had.

Next day he disappears after first break again and comes back about 2-3 hours later and says he went out for breakfast with his friends again like it was no big deal. Fired on the spot. –squanchy_91

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omg yes. Was in the army as my first job. First day at my unit. After PT ends (8 am) my Sgt tells me that there is a meeting upstairs at 10 don’t be late now go to breakfast.

Well, I assumed that meant meet up there at 10. At 9:25 ish I start getting texts and calls from him. I answered and he was like where the f**k are you? I told him you said we have a meeting at 10.

Apparently, he neglected to tell me that everybody has to be in the company area by 9:30 no matter what we’re doing that day.

Luckily he was understanding and didn’t rip my balls off that day. –EpicBlinkstrike187

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Openly did coke at a company party.

No one cares if you do coke, just go to the bathroom so we have plausible deniability. –_MELONF**KER

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At a small startup, we found that one of our junior developers had a Twitter account where he tweeted all day long about how much the company sucked and how unfair it was that we were making him fix bugs in the software.

Found the account at 5 pm and he was s**tcanned before he could even make it back into the office the next morning. –TooManyKittiesInHere

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A girl in the gas station I work at was fired for punching a customer who was trying to steal a Snickers.

She made up this bullshit story about how he spit on her or something but the cameras caught everything.

Apparently, he was an older man on crutches. The CEO of the company got the video and she was fired instantly. –TommyRiot

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I worked at a tourist attraction and we had a small shop that made and sold fudge.

Well one of the girls that worked in fudge stole a whole duffel bag of fudge.

She was fired the next morning. –drifterwood16

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Summer job when I was in high school, I was a lifeguard at a country club.

Some hotshot all-state swimmer worked with me and acted like he owned the place.

He never did anything other than check out the women who came to the pool. We guarded on rotation and it was now his turn to be in the high chair.

Not too long after, a little girl almost drowned cause Phelps up there fell asleep. Fired immediately. –Reudo95

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Had an EMT get fired for making out with a psych patient. Fired for Misconduct.

Chart everything buckaroos. –bobbymcpresscot

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My last adventure was Iceland.  I found a cheap ticket from Paris to Reykjavik, and another cheap(ish) ticket from Reykjavik to Phoenix.  It cost me about $600 for both, which was a pretty good deal.  I booked them on a whim halfway through studying abroad, and I must admit I was a bit nervous about the whole thing.  All my plans for getting home revolved around spending the holidays with my girlfriend, and if we broke up I’d not only be sad to lose her but I’d be stranded in Europe.  My money was nearly gone, and I certainly wouldn’t be able to absorb the financial hit of re-booking a whole other flight back to the US.

Luckily, everything went according to plan, and on the morning of January 6th I was on the train to the Charles de Gaulle airport.  My flight to Reykjavik (which means “Smoky Bay” in Icelandic) was about three hours and went smoothly.  I was a little worried about my wardrobe mostly because I didn’t have my snow boots with me, and before I even got on the plane I slipped in a puddle of water in the airport bathroom and wiped out.  If I was going to be that clumsy in non-icy conditions, I could only imagine the trouble I’d encounter in a country that literally has “ice” in its name.

That morning I struggled to get all my luggage (which was so heavy I was afraid they’d charge me for an over-sized bag) on and off the train by myself.  You had to leave the bags in a designated luggage area before you took your seat, and I wasn’t even worried about it being stolen.  If I could barely lift it, I doubted a thief would be determined enough to steal it.  It made me nervous that the train only stopped for a few minutes at each platform.  What if the doors started to close before I could drag my stuff out of the car?  I was thankful that I only had one big suitcase.  Between that, my backpack, my carry on, and two big plastic shopping bags full of souvenirs, I had more than I could handle.

The plastic shopping bags worried me as well, because what if the flight attendants counted that as carry on baggage and told me I had too much to take on the plane?  Never in my life had I seen anyone get denied their right to board on account of too much luggage.  Sometimes it would’ve made sense for passengers to get pulled aside and informed that no, three carry on bags per person is not allowed.  Even in these instances, all of the people I’d witnessed who were obviously bringing too much with them only got side-eyed by displeased airline personnel as they wrestled with their luggage.

This time it was the same, and I boarded my plane with (relative) ease.  In three hours we were touching down on a tarmac only a few minutes away from beautiful exotic-looking black sand beaches.  I’d never seen anything like it.  I couldn’t wait to explore the next day.

The express buses from the airport to Reykjavik were the most expensive airport transportation I’d taken thus far (excluding the cab I took in Venice, Italy of course).  It was nearly $40 for a round trip.  Actually, everything in Iceland was ridiculously expensive.  I ate at Subway for lunch one day, and a 6-inch spicy Italian sub with a bottle of water cost me almost $15.

I guess technically, it was a bottle of flavored fizzy water, but you get my point.  I asked for a bottle of water and that’s what the cashier handed me.  You’re encouraged not to pay for water in Iceland because its just as pure straight out of the tap, but I mostly just bought it for the container.  Oh, fun fact: the hot water smells like sulfur.  After I took a shower my hair smelled really funky.

By some incredible stroke of luck, my Airbnb happened to be right across the street from the Grayline bus station.  I hauled my giant suitcase through a veritable snowstorm before arriving at the correct apartment building.  I texted my host and tried to cool off.  It was freezing and snowing but the amount of effort it took to move my stuff made my coat into a suffocating furnace.

“Hey!”

I looked around, confused.

“Up here!  Come up!”

A woman was leaning out the window of the fourth floor.

“It’s open, come in!”

My heart sank as I opened the door and looked at the stairs.  One by one, I took my suitcase, my carry on, and my shopping bags up each flight.  By the time I got to the top, my arms felt like they’d been ripped out of their sockets.

The host was very nice and welcoming.  I especially appreciated it when she gave me three bus tickets that had been left behind by previous travelers.  I was worried that I’d have to buy a whole book of them for another $40 because online I couldn’t find a single ride option.

Her cat, Lolli, was friendly and always wanted to cuddle.  I shared the bed with him one night, and he made it so warm that I had a hard time falling asleep!  My room in Iceland was warmer than my room in Spain.  Go figure.

I booked two tours of the island during the two full days I was there.  I wasn’t about to try to rent a car in the treacherous winter weather, and definitely not while I was by myself.  I did both through Arctic Adventures, and both were by bus.  I wanted to see as much as possible while spending as little as possible, so I selected a Golden Circle express afternoon tour and an all-day tour of several waterfalls and a black sand beach.

For the first tour, I had a guide who was born and raised in Iceland.  He was an upbeat, self-proclaimed “Viking” whose name I can’t remember.  Apparently he had the same name as Game of Thrones character, and in English it translated to “hairy pants.”  The weather was bad, and as soon as we passed the city limits of Reykjavik the world turned pure white.  Visibility was terrible, but the guide said that he was more than accustomed to driving in such weather.

Right after he gave a long lecture about the dangers of driving through snowstorms if you didn’t have much experience with snow, we passed a van that was on its side in a snow bank.  We stopped and someone kicked open the back door of the van and crawled out to talk to our guide.  Thankfully, everyone involved in the wreck was all right and a tow truck was on its way.  Shortly after that encounter, we passed a billboard with two mangled cars on top.  It displayed a count of the number of people killed in car accidents that year.  With it being only January 7th, the count was currently at one.  I shivered thinking about how the count could’ve jumped up a few more if those people in the van weren’t so fortunate.

That day we visited the site of the oldest Parliament in Europe, the partially frozen waterfall Gulfoss, and the geyser Geysir.  Not surprisingly, the English word “geyser” is derived from Geysir.

I decided to save $12 on renting hiking boots and take the risk of wearing my Nike’s again.  That morning, I walked all the way from my Airbnb to the bus pickup location in downtown Reykjavik, which took over an hour.  It was icy and the roads were full of puddles that soaked through the shoes and three pairs of socks I’d put on for good measure.  Still, I was able to make it all the way there without slipping.  The Nike’s were fine once I got into the heart of downtown; they must have had heated sidewalks or some sort of maintenance, because the difference between downtown and the area around my Airbnb was like night and day.

Here are some photos from my trek downtown:

“The best way is to follow your heart”

If you look closely, you can see the bay at the end of the street, and then a mountain on the other side of the bay,

A mural found in down town Reykjavik.

Only when I’d made it to the bus and we started picking everyone else up did I realize that there was a pickup point located at the Grayline station right next to my Airbnb.

I didn’t use a bus ticket because I had booked two tours, and both of the pickup points were at the same place downtown.  I figured that I’d have to walk once, and when I did it might as well be during the day.  Thank goodness I did, because at night there was no chance of me getting to downtown without a few nasty bruises and possibly a concussion.

This was what a bus ticket looked like.  It was so small; if I had to use them often I’d be sure to lose them.

Anyways, I was wearing my Nike’s on the tour, and despite the ice and bone-chilling high winds, I shuffled through with no issues.  The Parliament site had some pretty views, but the wind made it hard to walk without getting pushed around.  It really did feel like someone was shoving you with a moderate amount of force.

Even underneath my hat, my hair was going crazy.

A gorge next to the Parliament site.

To me, Gullfoss was more exciting.  Unfortunately the path to get closer to the waterfall had been roped off due to icy conditions, but the view I had was breathtaking nonetheless.  I’d never seen so many shades of white and blue in my life.  The light was already fading (the sun started to rise around 10:30 am and by 4 pm) and it made everything seem like a landscape in a fantasy world.  I half expected an ice dragon to crawl out of the misty waters.

The blue was as brilliant in person as it is in this photo.

This picture shows how dark it was at 10:20 am.

By the time we got to Geysir, it was almost dark.  Everything smelled of sulfur and each pool of crystal clear water burbled quietly in the twilight.  Only one geyser was actually erupting, and did so quite frequently.  We were warned not to touch the water because it was extremely hot.  I thought that was kind of self explanatory, and I wondered how many tourists got nasty burns because they thought it’d be a good idea to warm up their hands.

The darker it got, the worse my photos were.

On the way to Geysir, we got to meet some Icelandic horses.  Don’t call them ponies; the locals will be offended.

On our way back to town, our guide told us that there was a rigorous process for civilians to buy and own firearms in Iceland.  Even the police don’t carry guns while on duty.  After the terrorist attack in Manchester, the police started carrying guns and the public outcry was so intense that this security measure was abandoned.  The only places that have armed security, said the guide, is the American embassy and maybe the Chinese embassy.

The number of gun deaths in Icelandic history?  One.  Just some food for thought.

The next day, I splurged on a hiking boot rental for my all-day tour.  At 7 am sharp, I left the Airbnb and trudged through slush over to the (way more convenient) Grayline pickup point.  This time, my guide was a Greek man who split his time between Italy and Iceland.

I was mostly excited about visiting a black sand beach on this tour, and I wasn’t disappointed.  After dropping off some tourists who’d purchased the glacier hiking package, we drove to the beach.  When we arrived the sun had not yet risen, so we mingled around the shore in the soft dawn light.  The waves seemed to push thick ribbons of sea foam onto the sand rather than water, and I marveled at how if you touched the foam, your hand came out soaking wet as if you’d just plunged it into the sea.  Which, I guess you had, but the foam was just so light and airy that it surprised me every time.

This picture really shows the foam.

Our guide warned us to be careful and to avoid venturing past a rocky cliff because the waves were wild and unpredictable today.  He told the story of how one day, a girl who was sitting in the parking lot got hit by a massive wave, and the parking lot’s a whole five minute walk from the shore.  Past that cliff there were huge rocks that made the beach a lot smaller, and therefore you had a bigger chance of getting swept up by a rogue wave.  Apparently people die on that beach every year.

I was keeping an eye on the waves during this picture.

Sure enough, one man on our tour got a little too close to the ocean while taking pictures, and when a particularly large wave rushed onto the sand he turned to run away and tripped, getting drenched in the process.  He wasn’t hurt except for his pride, maybe, and his camera didn’t do so well either.  Soaked and sullen, he didn’t get out of the warm bus for the rest of the stops we made that day.

We visited a small town that didn’t have much to offer save for a church on a hill and a restaurant, we returned to the glacier to pick up the rest of our group, and we hit two waterfalls on the way back.  They both had names I’ll probably never be able to pronounce.  Each were partially frozen and one you could walk right up to the pool of water at the base.  If you’d wanted to, you could’ve gone swimming.  Several people almost did as they scooted out on the ice to get a good picture.  I hiked up to the top of one waterfall and my phone shut down as I was taking a photo because it was so cold.

The small town

The beach by the small town

Skógafoss

Skógafoss

Skógafoss

Top of Skógafoss

Seljalandsfoss

Seljalandsfoss

The water was so clear

Surprisingly, the cold didn’t really bother me while I was in Iceland.  I wore a lot of socks and a lot of layers along with a hat and scarf and I did just fine.  The bus I was in was warm, and the stops we made were never more than an hour long.  Usually by the time I was back in the bus my hands were starting to go numb, but it didn’t bother me too much.  My hands are always cold anyways.

I didn’t do a northern lights tour.  I really wanted to, but it was cloudy and stormy for the few nights that I was there and I figured it wouldn’t be worth it.  I’d hoped that I’d see the lights while exploring the downtown area at night, or maybe even from my bedroom window, but I had no such luck.

I lived off of instant noodles and Belvita biscuits while I was there.  The food was so expensive that I just couldn’t bring myself to buy anything.  For dinner one night I scarfed down two Icelandic hot dogs from the famous Baejarins Beztu Pylsur hot dog stand for $5 each.  They were by far the cheapest food I’d seen, and they were amazing.  As I ordered, I noticed a photo of Bill Clinton (I think that’s who it was, but now that I think about it, it could’ve been George Bush) holding a hot dog.

Photo from downtown Reykjavik

Photo from downtown Reykjavik

Photo from downtown Reykjavik

My time in Iceland was great, and I headed to the airport really early on the day of my departure to the US.  My flight was supposed to leave around 4, but almost as soon as I arrived at the airport I got an email that said my flight would be delayed two hours.  This was irritating but fine, except I now I had less than an hour to catch my flight.  I sat down, worried, and got yet another email delaying my flight even more.  There was no way I’d be able to make my connecting flight to Phoenix.

I went to the customer support desk and argued with them for a while.  The woman insisted that I would be able to make my flight and it took me a minute to make her understand that no, I would arrive well after my connecting flight was supposed to be in the air.

I was switched to a later connecting flight that gave me about one hour to get to my gate.

The wait at the airport was excruciating.  My flight was delayed by two hours and 55 minutes, just five minutes short of getting a free meal ticket.  European flights, if delayed by three hours or more, are required by law to give passengers free meals.  I was tired and hungry and anxious.  I had someone who would be waiting for me at the airport, so if I didn’t get there on time they would be left stranded.

Finally, we were called to board.  We were already late.  Slowly, we scanned our passes and were forced to wait in a hallway.  Then we were slowly loaded into buses that sat on the tarmac in front of the plane for who knows how long before they finally allowed us to get on the plane.  We sat in our seats for an hour before the doors even closed.  I spent the whole flight sobbing because I knew that I had no chance of making my connecting flight.  Concerned flight attendants kept kneeling beside me to ask what was wrong, but I’m pretty sure they were more concerned that I was scared of planes than anything else.

During the long flight, I didn’t sleep at all.  My anxiety kept me awake as I tracked our flight through the air.  We managed to make up some time, and when we landed in Seattle I’d accumulated an hour gap between the landing and my next flight.  After consulting with the flight attendants, they simply gave me the decidedly not-helpful advice of, “Run, and see what happens.”

And so I did, I ran.  I ran through the passport checkpoint, I ran through customs (which was an absolute joke) after waiting 15 minutes to reclaim my bag, and I ran to the airport metro.

I was doomed from the start.

Seattle is a huge airport, and even though the flight attendants assured me that I wouldn’t have to go through airport security again, that’s exactly what I had to do.  I couldn’t afford the 20 minutes it took to wait in line, kick off my shoes, and hastily dump everything out of my bag.  When I arrived at my gate, I was disappointed but not surprised to see “gate closed” on the monitor.

It was 9 pm but to me it felt like 5 am, I was jet-lagged, exhausted, and starving.  When I saw “gate closed,” I knew that I’d have no choice but to stay in the airport overnight.

I dramatically collapsed on the ground in front of my gate, inches from a seat but too lazy to make the extra effort to sit in one.  Sobbing loudly, I hunched over my carry on and took off my glasses.  I’m sure everyone heard, but no one cared except for this sweet Middle Eastern lady in a hijab.

“Are you okay?  Hey!  Are you all right, dear?”

I looked up with red, puffy eyes and sniffled.

“What happened?  You miss your flight?”  She sat next to me and patted me on the back.  “Everyone is so mean in this country, they are all so cold!  They all walk by but they don’t say anything to someone who cries.”

I hiccuped a bit and she directed me over to the front desk for my airline.  I was grateful for her kindness, but nothing could really make me feel better.  The last thing I wanted to do was be stuck in an airport over night.

The women at the front desk were irritating as could be, but I was too drained to say much to them.  I simply shoved my ticket and passport over to them and mumbled something about Phoenix.  They talked among themselves in stage whispers so loud it was almost comical.

“How old is she?  If she’s a minor…”

“She’s… 20, so no…”

“Isn’t there another flight to Phoenix?  Sometimes they do a late one…”

“Next one is at 6 am…”

“Too early to put her up in a hotel…”

I wondered to myself how a 6 am flight was too early to put me up in a hotel when it wasn’t even 10 pm yet, but I didn’t have the energy to argue.

After breaking out of their huddle, one asked me if I was hungry.

“Yes…” I said in a pitiful, congested voice.

“Do you have money to buy something to eat?

I shook my head.

“Come on, Rhonda, give at least give her a meal ticket or something!”

Rhonda was a tiny woman who looked like she’d woken up on the wrong side of the bed.

“A meal ticket?  There’s nothing open at this time of night, it’s not worth it to give her a meal ticket.”

“Oh come on,” said the other lady, who I now consider my guardian angel along with the Middle Eastern lady.  “Let me do it.”

I was sent on my way with another boarding pass for a 6 am flight to Phoenix, a meal ticket, and a snack ticket.  After having a chicken walnut salad from one of the few places that were open I felt considerably better.  At least, I felt better until I tried to find my way back to my gate and ended up in baggage claim, which forced me to go through security for a third time that day.  At long last, I was at my gate and I tried to sleep with no success.  The airport was freezing and what sounded like a fire alarm went off for a whole hour.  I stayed in my seat, eye squeezed shut, and decided that if I was going to die in a fire that night, so be it.

My friend was forced to get a hotel for the night since I obviously wasn’t going to be able to meet her at the airport.

Finally, finally, 5:30 rolled around and I boarded my last flight.  (Well, last flight for a few months.)

In three hours, I was back in Phoenix, and that concluded my study abroad experience.

Thanks for reading,

V

Iceland My last adventure was Iceland.  I found a cheap ticket from Paris to Reykjavik, and another cheap(ish) ticket from Reykjavik to Phoenix. 

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148 Questions

What star sign is the last person you text messaged? Leo.

How did you feel when you woke up today? I felt pretty energetic.

Do you know what the person you have feelings for is doing at this moment? I don’t have feelings for anyone, I guess.

When was the last time you had an alcoholic drink? A few nights ago.

Who was the last person to make you cry with laughter? I’m not sure.

Who was the last person you talked about sex/relationships with? Probably Indi or Jenna.

How do you feel about answering sexual questions when filling in surveys? I won’t do it.

Who was the last person you Facebook messaged? Indi.

Are they in a relationship? No.

Which would annoy you more - a one-word response, or a long paragraph? A one-word response.

What first attracted you to the last person you kissed? He has pretty good style and I like his mustache and I dunno. He’s just kinda cute. 

Is there anything you would like to tell someone? I don’t know but I’m about to have to write a letter that’s gonna determine that I guess. I’m doing this survey to try to work up to it. Also known as procrastinating. I mostly just don’t want to drudge up those feelings.

How many months until it’s your birthday? Three.

How old will you be? A lady never tells her age.

Have you felt your heart racing today? No.

In your phone, who is the first contact listed under ‘R’? Rebecca.

How did you meet him/her? She lives next door.

Who introduced you to the person you have feelings for? No one did. We met online.

How many brothers does your father have? One.

How old is your oldest friend? It depends on who you really count as a close friend but lots of my friends are in their mid to late thirties.

Have you ever had a crush on someone several years older than yourself? Definitely.

Does your best friend have any tattoos? Yes. 

Do you still speak to your first love? I don’t think I really have had one yet.

What if the last person you kissed, accused you of no longer wanting them? I’d be surprised they even noticed.

If you find out someone’s been talking about you, do you confront them? I doubt it.

Do you think you act older or younger than your actual age? I don’t know or care.

What’s the nicest meal you’ve ever eaten? I’m not sure. Right now I’m obsessed with Eastland Cafe.

Do you ever do iPod shuffle surveys? I used to love them but haven’t taken one in years.

Do you ever do ‘Top Friend’ surveys? Do those still exist?

If you could relive any day in the past year, what day would it be? I honestly don’t know. Maybe live on the green or something where I was having fun.

Would you rather date someone taller or shorter than you? Taller.

Have you ever become friends with someone you at one point hated? Probably.

Does is make you uncomfortable when people compliment you? A little bit.

Do you have a favorite t-shirt? No, I have so many but tonight I posted my first t-shirt tuesday one in my new Velvet Underground shirt.

Shot of whiskey, or a bottle of Smirnoff? eh.

Would you consider yourself an adventurous person? Not really.

Have you ever snuggled with someone you weren’t dating? Yes.

What were you doing at 11 pm last night? Working on ebay stuff I think.

How often do you hold back from saying what you are thinking? Fairly often.

Are you doing this because you’re bored? No. I’m doing it because I don’t want to work on this letter.

Would you consider yourself heartless? No.

Do you ever wish you were the opposite sex? Occasionally.

If you could go on ONE DATE with any celebrity, who would it be? Maybe Slash.

Have you ever been afraid of being underwater? Well, I’d be afraid if it were for a long time.

Would you ever scuba dive in shark infested waters if you had the chance? I doubt it.

If you woke up and no one was home, would you wonder where everyone is? No. I live by myself.

Have you ever been drunk at work? I don’t think so.

Have you ever hit a parked car with your car? Yes. I backed into Mariah’s car once, right after she reminded me it was there.

If you just drank 15 beers, what would you be doing? Wanting to die.

What would you do if your girlfriend or boyfriend didn’t like your friends? I’d probably discuss it with them.

Have you ever slept on the floor with someone you like? Probably.

Have you ever woken up next to someone and were freaked out? No.

Would you take a road trip with your friends? Probably.

Which do you prefer: french toast, bagels, or cereal? Bagels.

Do you prefer light or dark haired? Light.

Do you have photos up around your room, of you? No.

If you’re extremely quiet, what does that mean? Usually that I just have nothing to say or I’m trying not to cry.

Do you have a hard time controlling your emotions? Sometimes.

Ever been suspended from school? No.

Does it make you mad when people stare at you? Sometimes.

Do you prefer pens or pencils? Pens.

Have you ever read any of the Chicken Soup for the Soul books? Yes. Many years ago.

Last person you were in the car with? Indi.

What time did you wake up this morning? 10:00 am.

Do you have a friend of the opposite sex you can talk to? Yes.

How tall are you? 4′10.

How many drugs are in your system? None.

What foreign language do / did you study? I studied German.

Do you own sunglasses? A lot.

Where is the next place you will travel to? The atm/walmart/my appointment tomorrow.

What were you doing at 8:00 this morning? Sleeping.

Do you say sexy a lot? No.

Do you want to cut your hair? Nope.

Do you have empty bottles of alcohol hidden somewhere? No.

You have to get a piercing, what do you get? A second hole in my ears or my nose.

Do you miss anyone? Yes.

Think back to your most recent relationship — Serious or not? Was it worth it? Exclusive but not serious and probably not worth it.

Have you ever sneaked someone over to your house? No.

Is it okay if you kiss people when you’re single? Yes.

Do you think it’s possible that you could move on from someone, and then redevelop feelings for them? Yes.

How’s your hair right now? I just fixed it and it’s down.

Do you only wish the best for your ex? Sure.

How are things between you and the person you like? N/A

What were you doing at 4 AM last night? Sleeping.

Who was the last person you talked to before you went to sleep last night? Chris I think.

What time did you decide to get out of bed today? 10:00

Did you straighten your hair this morning? No.

When was the last time you laughed really hard? Probably Sunday.

What do you hear right now? The heat running.

If you were breaking up with your girlfriend/boyfriend, what would you most likely say? It would really depend on the situation.

Do you think that once people get married, they eventually fall “out of love”? No.

Ever had a near death experience? Kind of but not really.

Where’s your cellphone? Right next to me on the arm of the couch.

What is the last thing you thought about? Where my cell phone was.

Do you regret anything? Kind of, yes.

If you found out you were pregnant who would you tell first? Probably the father or my mom.

Who would you like your next “fling” to be with? I don’t want a “fling.”

Are you slowly drifting away from someone close? Not really.

When was the last time you saw the person you last kissed? Last month.

Do you like your phone? Sure.

Last alcohol beverage? Vodka/Coke.

Have you ever slept in a bed with the opposite sex? Yes.

If you had to move in with a friend, which one would you pick? Indi probably.

What do your best friends call you? Meagan

Who was the last person to go to the movies with you? I think Joe. I never go to the movies. I don’t care for them.

Are you currently fighting with someone? No.

Last time you had butterflies in your stomach? I’m not sure. Maybe a few weeks ago.

Do you mainly use your house phone or your cell phone? I always use my cell phone.

Is there an empty place in your heart? Eh.

Do you count down the days till anything? Sometimes.

Are you looking forward to something as of right now? Some shows.

Have you ever been called a tease? Not that I remember.

What are your chances of getting with your crush? N/A.

Are any of your friends so close that you consider them family? Kind of.

Anyone told you a secret this week? Not that I can remember.

Do you hate anyone? No.

Last time you wore the opposite sex’s clothing? I don’t remember. Maybe a year ago. Geez.

What do you want in your life right now? Money and happiness.

When was the last time you laughed so hard you thought you were going to cry? I can’t remember.

Do you trust people easily? Sort of.

Proud of anything right now? Proud of myself for taking the steps I am right now.

Name a band you’d like to see live? Guns N Roses.

Have you ever been stalked? No.

Have anything on your mind? That I want to go to bed and not write this letter.

Name three things that meant something to you, but now doesn’t?

I don’t know.

Name three things that didnt mean anything to you, but now does?

I’m not sure.

Favourite type of music? So much.

What band/group have the most lyrics that represent you? Ugh.

Do you drive? Yes.

Own a car? Semi.

Best season? Summer/fall.

Who’s your best friend/s? Indi, Jenna, Craig, Cayla, etc.

Would you rather sing or dance? Dance.

One thing you really want to learn? How to sew.

What’s your favourite tv channel? I don’t have one.

Name your favourite programs? Girls.

What are you doing this summer? Nothing special.

How many times have you been on a plane? Many times.

Favourite song? Constantly changing.

Scared of anything? A few things.

One thing you wish for? Money.

Do you get jealous easy? Unfortunately, yes.

What colour is your hair? Blonde-ish.

What night club plays the best songs to dance to? I don’t know.

Made up with anyone recently after an argument? Not really.

Missing anyone right now? Kind of.

Do you use MSN? I use hotmail, if that counts.