#anyway happy friday eve everybody !

[anna-scribbles]

I dreamed that the next chapter of call it even was out and was so so confused and sad when I woke up and realized that wasn’t true. Anyways I’m loving call it even summer, it’s always so much fun getting my brain chemistry rewritten <3

CRYING that is tragic and also kind of hilarious to me. you were dreaming of a beautiful scenario which is call it even ch 6 day (tomorrow)(!!!) I can't make up for the confusion and sadness but I can offer you some of abby's comments on the google doc of this chapter. as a gift

[toru-oikawas-milkbread]

New year, New Love, New Life

Pairing: Atsumu Miya x f!reader

Word count: 6.2K

Warnings/contents: Angst, happy ending, fluff, mild language, pining 

Notes: I made this really sad for absolutely no reason and I don’t even remember writing most of it, so… it’s sort of a rough start, but the end of the chapter is happy!

It’s not midnight my time, but happy New Years eve (my time anyways) everybody!!! Enjoy this angsty to fluffy holiday post for Atsumu. I still have one more chapter of something to post today in a little bit! 

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A soft sigh left you as you drained the drink from your cup, squeezing past a few people in the relatively crowded hallway to make your way towards the kitchen. It was hardly 10 PM and you couldn’t wait to be home in bed, your cat snuggled into your side and the tv on as you waited for midnight. Truth be told, as excited as everyone was for the new year, you couldn’t help but feel like today was just another Friday.

The new year was exciting in a way— but you had to admit, with the steady way life was going and how you weren’t expecting any big changes, you didn’t care much about having a big celebration. Even if part of you did want to be in a relationship by this time in your life, you couldn’t help but wanting to be alone and you thought that might be why you were single and why you never attracted people to yourself. You hated to leave the house, and while you were far from unattractive, it was hard to be with even the most attractive of people when all they wanted to do was stay inside all of the time.

You used to think someday soon you’d stumble into a cute boy in the coffee shop like they always did in the cheesy movies and books, but instead you walked freely into café doors and you found yourself at home with another creative project and a cup of coffee as always. As much as the daydreaming part of your mind wanted to believe that you’d find love even if you were scared to leave and meet all these new people, you wanted to dream about the thought of happiness with another person, but the side was slowly dying away with every year spent sitting on your living room sofa with your cat. And while you were happy with your life, you didn’t think there was anything wrong with wanting to have more.

The issue? Acquiring more.

The thoughts set heavy in your mind as you left the kitchen, this time no drink in hand. Because you were walking home, you needed to be sober, to be able to think as clearly as you could when you’d walked to your friends apartment. And while it was only a block or two away, you knew how fast people got kidnapped and didn’t want to be another story on the news.

“Hey, (y/n)!” You looked over, forcing a smile at the woman of the hour— she had thrown this huge party by herself, and being such a charismatic and outgoing girl, she had almost every single one of her coworkers here. Hell, you thought you’d even seen her boss and his wife around the party despite seeming like uptight people from the single Christmas party you went to with her. “I was wondering if you left,” she gave your arm a soft jab with her elbow and made you wince; she was a little more than tipsy, but she smiled sweetly at you nonetheless. “How are you?”

“I’m good,” even through her drunken gaze she could tell that you were lying, but why? She wasn’t sure. You were far from the most open person, she found it hard to get you to talk to her about anything that was going on in your head and wondered, even through her persistence all those years ago, if you may never let her into your life as anything more than a loud girl who yelled her greetings at you from across the school hallway. “How are you? It’s really a great party, I think everyone is having a lot of fun.”

“Mm— I sure hope so,” she took another sip of her drink, grinning and waving across the room. “Hey, I have a surprise for you,” she said, nudging your arm again to catch your drifting attention.

“You know I hate surprises.” You grumbled, rubbing your arms while she laughed.

“Don’t worry— you’ll like this one. Come here.” She took your hand, tugging you along with her up the stairs and towards her bedroom. You were shocked at how much more quiet it was up the stairs even as the music and chatter of the party was still ringing in your ears. “You go in my room and I’ll be right back.” You looked anxiously at the girl who walked back down the stairs, looking through her open bedroom door.

“What am I getting myself into now….?” You mumbled to yourself, but even as you wondered what she was going to be doing, you walked into the room, choosing to trust her. “She’s never done anything bad before— I’m sure it’s just… she wants to show me something.” You talked to yourself, nodding along in agreement with your own hesitant words even as the back of your mind knew you didn’t believe even yourself. “I’m sure that’s all this is.” You mumbled out, listening to the faint sound of footsteps coming towards the room as you sat on the end of the bed with your back towards the door— but as you listened, you swore that you heard more than just her drunken stumbling.

Suddenly, the door shut— hard, making you jump and look back in shock. Through the dim light in the room, you saw Atsumu’s face as he walked in the room and sent him a little smile.

“Oh, hi Atsumu.” You said, shifting to face him better. “How is it going? I didn’t even know you were here.”

“Yeah— I knew you were here, I saw ya earlier, but before I could come towards ya, I got my attention stolen.” He sighed, moving to sit on the end of the bed with you. “How are ya?”

“I’m good.” You said it simply, but the same as your friend, Atsumu had known you long enough to know you weren’t telling the whole truth. He sent you a skeptical look that made you give a soft scoff. “I can never just answer your questions without you suspecting I’m lying,” you said, looking back towards the window as he raised an eyebrow at you.

“Maybe if ya weren’t lyin’ I’d believe ya.” Your shoulders sunk in as you looked down.

“I’m fine.”

“And fine means…?”

“I’m… not completely miserable, but I’m far from happy…?” You trailed off as if you were asking the man and made him give a quiet sigh.

“Sorry to hear that.” Atsumu was never the best at comforting— while he wasn’t completely unable to sense when you were upset and when you were needing something more than a simple pat on the arm, even when it did come time for that something more, he didn’t know what to do. He didn’t know how to comfort you. He didn’t know if his comforting when he tried ever did work— the issue with being such a tightly closed book always sat in you being alone at the end of the day whether you had a boyfriend, a better paying job, a cat, a dog, a life or not.

“I mean… just look at this place,” you spoke softly, almost too quiet for him to hear, so he leaned a little closer to you. “It’s full of couples and… and I know that I don’t need some guy to make my life worthwhile, but… would it hurt to be happy with somebody just for once?” You mumbled, looking at your hands even as you saw the man staring intensely at you from the corner of your eye. “Would it kill someone to fall in love with me?” He bit his lip, shaking his head.

“Ya have no idea how easy it is to fall in love with ya, (y/n).” The words seemed to go right over your head as you softly scoffed and looked away from the man.

“You mean I have no idea how insanely impossible it is to love a flaky, self-centered, boring asshole like me?”

“Hey— yer not boring and ya never stand me up,” he said as if it was all that mattered. “I know ya think there’s so much to not love about ya, but yer missin’ the things that there are to love.” With a roll of your eyes, you looked at the man.

“Oh, I’m sorry— I forgot to add how terribly inconsiderate I am of other people’s feelings and the fact that I never leave my house and not only seem like an asshole personality wise, but looks wise too since I never smile at strangers.”

“And how ya laugh when I tell a dumb joke and ya cover your nose when it scrunches or look down. How ya hug me after we win a big game that I know means nothin’ to ya but ya know it means a lot to me and ya come even if yer bored. And how ya make these blunt jokes that always make me laugh. How ya make even little things like sitting in a room on New Years eve fun. Ya have so much more than ya give yerself credit for. And maybe ya don’t look like yer as nice as ya are, but I don’t wanna sit here and listen to ya say those bad things about yerself when ya know yer so much more than somebody who loves their cat and doesn’t like to leave the house.”

You couldn’t help the way that your cheeks warmed, and maybe it was the way that he was looking at you— but there was something different in his eyes that you just couldn’t pinpoint, or maybe it was the fact that he spoke so softly and certainly and even the music beneath the floor wasn’t taking your attention away from him, but for once you didn’t want to break the eye contact right away even as you flushed.

“D-don’t say things like that,” you scolded the man. “I don’t scrunch my nose when I laugh!” You lied, earning a raised eyebrow from the man who slowly smiled.

“Sure ya don’t.” He said softly. “But— again— yer missin’ the point.” He pressed, scooting closer to you on the bed as you involuntarily leaned away, but even your unconscious movements didn’t stop his hand from grabbing yours. “Ya don’t give yerself credit. For the way ya show ya care in such a simple way. For the way ya make people fall in love with ya even if they never thought they’d see it comin’.” He gave your hand that shook slightly in his a squeeze. “I know I’m makin’ ya uncomfortable, and I know ya want me to leave, and I will— but ya need to know that these things about yerself that either yer sayin’ or other people are sayin’ aren’t true.”

“Come on— of course they are,” you said, pulling your hand from his light grasp and wrapping your arms around yourself in a comforting manner as the man looked at you; he was right, you were uncomfortable. You were uncomfortable because he was being so nice to you— and while Atsumu wasn’t a mean man, times like this were not frequent. As close as the two of you had always seemed to be, you felt like even he never really scratched the surface of who you were as a person, and this subtle reassurance that he saw you and he noticed little things about you like this made you uncomfortable to think of. “I’m cold and rude and we both know that you know that.” Atsumu gave a soft sigh, shoulders sinking lightly in defeat even as the words were on the tip of his tongue.

“Well… maybe someday someone can prove ya wrong even if I can’t.” He sent you a small smile and stood, glancing at the door. “I don’t think we’re stuck in here or anythin’.” Truthfully, you felt bad— you had time and time again ignored his kind advances— because you were afraid that if you got too close to him, he’d hurt you like everyone else had. That his kind words were going to turn sour and this act of caring about you was going to only be a façade to make you look like a fool, and you would do anything to uphold yourself and seem like anything but a fool, even if instead it made you seem cold or made you sad.

“Alright.” You said anyways.

“I’m gonna go see if I can find ‘Samu, he’s probably raidin’ the fridge by now,” he said with a soft chuckle, and while he didn’t seem hurt or affected by your words now, you still felt bad. Nevertheless, you nodded and watched as he turned his back to you. “I’ll be around— maybe I’ll see ya before the new year comes and we can celebrate together,” he sent you one final smile before he left the room in time for you to give a sniffle and look down almost pathetically.

“You really are a shitty person,” you mumbled to yourself, standing up as you sniffled one more time and left the room. Thankfully, finding your friend came easy tonight. You walked over to her, sending her a small, forced smile when she met your eye.

“(y/n)! How was 7 minutes in heaven with dear Atsumu?” She teased.

“Just fine. Hey, I’m gonna head home— I know it’s not midnight, but I have a really bad headache and I think I’m gonna try and get some rest.” She sent you a saddened look but nodded.

“Okay. Well, if you need anything, I’ll be here.”

“Thank you.” Before you could leave, she leaned in and gave you a hug that made you give a soft sound in discontent as you barely hugged her back.

“Happy New Years, (y/n).”

“Yeah— happy New Years, Kiko.”

The walk to your apartment was thankfully peaceful. You were absentminded, hands in your pockets to keep warm and eyes on the ground as you tried not to slip on the ice. After all, Atsumu wasn’t there to catch you like he had been the last time you slipped on the ice. It had been when it first snowed, the two of you ran into each other at a coffee shop, and on your way out, you nearly spilled your coffee and slipped if the man hadn’t caught you before you fell back.

Your fingers raked through your tabby cats soft grey fur, her soft purring and the sound of the quiet television on in the background was almost all of the noise in the apartment. Thankfully for you it seemed as if your neighbors were at parties and not hosting parties, giving you a moment of silence that you didn’t want, but as you always did, you pushed the noise away and went home.

“Why do you think I’m like this, Coconut?” You asked softly, but got nothing in return as your cat napped peacefully on your legs. “Why do I keep sabotaging my own happiness?” You sighed and looked back to the tv. “It’s really getting old.” You grumbled out, but even as you spoke, you wondered what exactly could’ve happened if you’d stayed at the party. “I mean— what, was Atsumu going to kiss me at midnight?” You asked aloud with an eye roll. “Was he going to make it worth my while to stay there? If I wouldn’t have been so distant in the bedroom what would he have done— he would’ve left anyways,” you said to yourself, trying to make yourself feel better. “He was just being Atsumu— it’s not like he’s in love with me or something.” You grumbled, looking down at your cat.

But even as you spoke, you couldn’t help the way it hurt your chest. To be alone, to be missing out because you couldn’t stop distancing yourself from people because of an irrational fear that lingered constantly in your head.

“What… what happens if I give in, Coconut?” You asked softly. “What happens if I finally decide that trusting someone might not be the worst thing in the world? What happens if he… if he keeps being this nice to me without me pushing him away and I fall in love with him?” You asked mainly yourself, already knowing long before your eyes teared up that you’d loved Atsumu for longer than you wanted to admit. “What happens if I let him in and I trust him and I love him? Isn’t he just gonna hurt me?” You said, looking at your cat. “Won’t he just leave me like everyone else always does? This… this is better than being hurt,” you said, but as you spoke, your cat yawned, moving to stretch off of your legs and leaving you.

With a soft sniffle, you stood, heading towards your kitchen with your empty glass in hand and pouring yourself another cup of wine, daydreaming about what it may be like to not be sitting alone drinking wine on New Years Eve even though you left the party. You wished someone would’ve followed you, maybe that your friend would have convinced you to stay, but as you went to sit back on the sofa and looked at the time, you sighed sadly and sipped your wine.

“Happy New Years to me.” You mumbled, looking at your cat. “What’s my resolution?” You spoke to yourself, before now not even thinking of the stupid resolution part of the holiday; get more in shape? Get promoted? Write a book? Start a new hobby? “I think… I think my new resolution is to be less… secretive.” You mumbled. “Maybe if I just…” You sighed, thinking of telling the truth to Atsumu and yet immediately worrying about what may come of it. Your cat meowed, padding over to you with a cute look on her face. “Do you… think I should tell the truth to ‘Tsumu, Coconut?” You asked, knowing that you wouldn’t get an answer, but the way she nuzzled against your legs made you smile. “Do you think I could be happy?” Again, she meowed. “Do you think… I deserve to be happy?” This time, she was quiet, sitting down and looking at you as you sniffled. “We’ll never know if we don’t try, right?”

Even still as you stood and gently set your glass down, a shiver ran down your spine at the thought of confessing your feelings; at the thought of being rejected or maybe even treated well and eventually hurt. But the worries didn’t stop you from slowly walking to your door with one quick look back at your cat who jumped onto the warm spot where you were just sitting and laid down.

“I’ll… I’ll be back.” You mumbled, getting your shoes and putting them on. The anxiety was bubbling up in your stomach as you reached for the door handle and opened it, looking out into your empty hallway and putting your jacket on. You repeated words in your mind like a mantra to try and calm yourself.

“What’s the harm?” “You’ll never know if you don’t try.” “Just give it a shot, what’s the worst he does?”

With a scoff, you locked your door behind yourself and decided that until you made it to the first floor of your apartment building, you’d debate on whether or not this was a good idea.

“What’s the worst that happens…? He… doesn’t love me. What’s the worst that happens is that he… he was just being nice. He wasn’t actually saying those things to me and he was just being nice he just… he doesn’t really feel that way.” Sadly, you stopped before you could open the stairwell down, hand grabbing the handle as you sighed and hung your head. “This is a waste of my time. I shouldn’t even leave and go see him. He’s probably not even home. He’s probably with someone else.” With a sigh, you nearly turned away before you looked at the door again. “Maybe… my New Years resolution can be to try and be more hopeful.”

With a tug, you opened the door and started to walk quickly down the stairs before you could change your mind again. When the chilled air hit your face, you immediately shivered even as you wore a coat, but it was the last thing on your mind as you started to head out into the night. There was laughter, drunk people walking home, friends driving together— everything you weren’t, but you were hoping something more than disappointment may come from this.

Anxiously, you stuffed your hands into your jacket pockets to save them from the cold air and walked quickly to the apartment building that was close to your friends. Atsumu lived close to you, thankfully, and you hoped against every doubt in your mind that said a good looking guy like him probably wasn’t alone that he was just that— alone. That he would answer the door and you could finally force yourself to be honest and tell the truth.

“What am I even supposed to say…?” You mumbled to yourself. ““Hey, Atsumu, I know it’s late but I love you?”” With a scoff, you kicked a stray rock ahead of you. ““I know I left you and played the part of an asshole, but I’ve liked you for years?”” Another soft scoff. “This is stupid anyways.” But even as your pessimistic thoughts overtook you, your legs carried you to his apartment.

Taking the quickest rout you could, you hurried up the stairs and to the 5th floor of the building. Your legs were tired after a long week of working as hard as you could for the end of the year to prove you were worthy of a promotion, your head was starting to hurt as you went from a warm building to the cold outdoors and now back into a warm building, but you stopped in front of Atsumu’s door and took a deep breath in before you knocked.

Nothing. So you knocked again.

Again, nothing. You sighed the breath you held before out and waited for a minute before knocking again, wondering if maybe he was asleep on the sofa or if he was in the bathroom, but even as you waited for a few minutes, there was nothing. Your mind went to the worst of places, wondering just what he could be doing whether he was home or somewhere else.

Sadly, almost pathetically, you hung your head and turned around, walking towards the stairwell door with a quiet sigh.

“I knew this was a waste of time.” You mumbled to yourself, but even if you knew it was a waste of time and you knew nothing could have come of this pointless venture, you couldn’t help but be a bit disappointed that he wasn’t there— or he was simply busy.

You left the apartment building earlier than you wanted to, your hopes of being able to see him just one more time tonight getting shot down.

Deciding to take a longer rout, you cut through the park that was between your building and Atsumu’s, fiddling with your fingers inside of your pockets and looked around the well lit area. You took a moment to look at the moon and sighed.

“Well, here’s to another year,” you said to yourself. “This is how I like it anyways, right?” You asked yourself, though knowing you were lying. “I like to be alone. I like to sleep in my bed however I like, I like to eat whatever I want for dinner and not compromising, I like to stay inside on the weekends instead of going on dates, I like to… I like to be with my cat.” You teared up as you thought and looked down. “I don’t need someone to love me, I… I have Coconut. Coconut is better than someone who can hug me back and tell me they love me even on my worst days.” You knew you were lying to yourself, but the words you once sought out comfort in were doing nothing for you tonight. “I don’t even want to be in love. It’s always a sham and I’d just get disappointed again.”

With a huff, you sat back on a bench and looked up at the sky as a warm tear slid down your face. You tried to bite it back, reaching up to rub it away quickly.

“Life alone is the kind of quiet that I need.” You assured yourself, even if you knew that you were lying and wanted and craved something so much more than the empty thought of dying alone. “Coconut probably misses me anyways. What would some guy do— keep me out late,” you sniffled and thought of standing when the crunch of snow beneath someone’s feet caught your attention before a voice spoke and made you look.

“(y/n)?” You looked aside, meeting Atsumu’s shocked gaze. “Hey— I was just… what are ya doin’ out here?” He asked, stopping mid-sentence as he walked closer. “Are ya okay?” He frowned, noticing the watery look to your eyes the closer he neared you. “What’s the matter?”

Now that you were faced with the man, you didn’t know what to do. You left your house to see him— you left your cat, the warmth, your bed— and yet even when you thought of confessing beforehand, you were at a loss, jaw slightly slacked and no words coming out. What did you do now? Did you say something? Did you stay quiet about it all and lie— again?

“Did somethin’ happen?” He sat on the bench beside you, giving you a bit of space as you looked at him in a shocked manner. Even if he was confused and looked cold and tired, Atsumu took a moment with you and the mere gesture made your chest ache.

“I, uh…”

“I know I came on kinda strong earlier and… well, I’ve been meanin’ to talk to ya. I… I was goin’ to your apartment. I… made myself a promise and… I didn’t make good on that promise like I wanted to.” You frowned, wondering what he could be talking about as he sighed and turned to face you a little better than before on the cold bench. “I just need ya to know, I…” With a sigh, Atsumu looked down and clenched his jaw. “I don’t know what to do.” He said quietly.

“What are you talking about?”

“I’m talkin’ about you, I— I don’t know what to do,” he huffed out harshly. “I don’t wanna scare ya off, I don’t wanna make ya uncomfortable, but… no offense, there’s just no talkin’ to ya without worryin’ about that.”

“What if… just for tonight, I promise that you can tell me anything and I won’t be weird?” Atsumu stole a quick look at you and chewed on the inside of his lip.

“Even if what I’m thinkin’ is gonna scare ya?” He asked hesitantly.

“Well, yeah.”

“Then… then I guess… I need to tell ya that… what I said earlier, I wasn’t just talkin’ about some random guy, I… I was thinkin’ about me. Being the person who falls in love with ya, and it’s too late to even think so little. The truth is, (y/n)… I’ve loved ya for a long time. And for a long time I thought I loved ya because ya made me laugh and ya spent time with me, but… it’s not just that. Ya say ya don’t scrunch yer nose when ya laugh, but I noticed it a long time ago when I first started to fall for ya and I can’t stop thinkin’ about how cute it is.” He sighed and looked down as he spoke. “It feels so pointless sometimes, because I know ya could never feel the same for me and I know that this feelin’ I have for ya needs to just go away, but… outside of volleyball, I can’t think about anythin’ but ya.” He seemed to sniffle, and despite never doing it before, you tossed all of your worries aside and leaned closer to the man, grabbing his jacket collar to catch his attention and pressing your lips to his.

Atsumu gave a soft sound in shock, his eyes widening as he looked at you and wondered Dif what was happening was really happening or this was all some cruel dream— so he pinched you.

“Ow!” You yelled, pulling back. “What the hell was that for!?”

“I thought I was dreamin’!”

“You’re supposed to pinch yourself, not me!”

“Oh…” Atsumu reached down and pinched his forearm. “Ow.” You blinked, looking at the man in front of you in a dumbfounded way as he met your eyes. “Uh… sorry, that really ruined the moment.” You couldn’t help it, a smile coming onto your face as you gave a laugh and looked down, but his fingers quickly caught your chin and pushed it back up. There was a smile on Atsumu’s face that you had never seen before, one you missed every time he sent it in your direction and one that made your cold cheeks flush dark as he looked between your eyes to your nose. “See that,” he brought his finger up and gently rubbed the bridge of your nose. “Ya scrunch it when ya laugh and I think ya know ya do and that’s why ya look down. Or maybe yer worried about someone seein’ ya smile because ya used to have braces and ya thought ya looked ugly, but you know what?” The man spoke softly, so you followed his tone and lowered your voice.

“What?”

“Even with all the metal in your mouth, I never thought ya looked ugly. Even when ya eat more than ‘Samu after a few days of dieting and nearly starvin’ yerself. Especially when ya scrunch yer nose— yer so beautiful.” He said it so soft you almost didn’t hear over the sound of distant laughter, but as you looked into his soft, pretty brown eyes, you couldn’t help but focus on only him. “Yer so beautiful and yer so perfect. Even when yer pushin’ me away, I never want to leave ya.” He slowly leaned in, but instead of pulling away this time, he watched as your eyes flicked to his lips and slowly started to close. “Sorry I ruined the moment. Give me another chance?”

“I… I’ve always been so scared, but… but you don’t understand how many chances I’d give you even if you broke my heart over and over again.” You closed your eyes as a tear slid past your eyes, but instead of his lips on yours, Atsumu pulled you into a gentle hug, cradling your head in his hand as he held you against his chest and softly shushed your sobs.

“I know yer scared. But I promise ya, I’ll never hurt ya. You don’t have to worry so much about me. People have let ya down in the past, but I won’t ever let ya down. I won’t ever break yer trust. I know ya don’t give it out— I’m gonna earn it. I’m gonna earn it and I’m never gonna let it go and I’m never gonna hurt ya.” He promised you softly. You couldn’t even think of what to say, mumbling out a soft apology as you hid your face in his chest. “Don’t ya apologize. It’s okay. I love ya. Ya can cry. Yer allowed to hurt. Yer allowed to be scared. Yer allowed to have these feelings.” It felt like with every word from the man, your chest ached more as you tried not to sob against him— and failed almost miserable. “Yer allowed to be in pain and I won’t make fun of ya and I won’t tell ya what yer feeling isn’t valid. Ya know… ya know ya can feel this way, right?” He asked. “Ya know it isn’t bad for ya to cry.”

“Sure feels like it is,” you sniffled.

“It’s not. It’s good for ya to admit how ya feel. Ya don’t have to deal with everythin’ on your own anymore. Ya never did. Ya always had me and ya always will. Ya can share the weight ya have with me.”

“I don’t want to. It’s all just stupid— it’s little things that don’t even need to be worried about.”

“If it upsets ya, it isn’t stupid.” He frowned. “Ya don’t deserve this. Ya gotta stop treatin’ yerself this way.” He pulled back, keeping his arms around you but making you look up at him with a look that made his chest ache for you. “But until I can get that through this thick, pretty head of yers, I’ll be here to tell ya over and over again.” He promised, kissing your forehead as your lip quivered. “I’ll tell ya every day. I’ll kiss yer head every day. I’ll take the time to listen to the same things every day if ya need. I’d do anythin’ for ya, and I just… I wish I knew how to say it better.” You sniffled, reaching up to rub your nose.

“You don’t need to say it better.”

“I want to. Ya deserve so much. Ya deserve the world. I don’t think ya understand how highly I hold ya in my mind. Yer so smart, yer so pretty, ya’ve always taken care of things on yer own and I always admired that, but ya don’t have to all the time. Ya don’t have to be afraid to ask for help. Ya don’t need to handle the world on yer own— and before ya say anything, I won’t let ya.” He said, knowing the look on your face all too well. “Let me help ya. Just sometimes. Put yer trust in me, I won’t hurt ya. I won’t let ya down. I won’t disappoint ya, I swear. Just… just be my New Years resolution, would ya?” He asked, cheeks warming. “It sounds stupid, but… let me treat ya how I think you deserve to be treated, because we clearly have different views about how ya should be treated and I won’t let ya treat yourself so poorly anymore. Every little bad thing you think about yerself, I can think of 5 that are perfectly amazing.”

“Please, I’m insanely flawed.” You rolled your eyes, but he shushed you softly.

“Yer perfectly imperfect, then.” He said simply. “Be my perfectly imperfect girl, because ya know… I’m not so great either.” He said, pressing his forehead to yours. “I’m not perfect. I make mistakes— we all do. Ya gotta let yerself make a mistake every once in awhile.” He said gently. “It’s okay to not be so perfect all the time.” He promised, eyes looking sweetly into yours as he said things nobody ever had before and made your heart race. “Just let me help ya and ya can help me. We can be flawed together. There’s nobody else I’d ever wanna be flawed with anyways.”

“Yeah, and… and what happens when you decide you don’t want to be flawed with me anymore? And what happens when you decide to be with someone who isn’t so pathetic?”

“Ya really don’t get it, do ya?” He asked softly, almost in a baffled way. “I’ve never wanted to be with anyone else. It’s always been ya, (y/n). It’s always gonna be ya. I just want to mean somethin’ to ya like ya mean to me.”

“Atsumu…” You mumbled, despite having quivering lips, you leaned up and pressed a quick kiss to his lips. “You know, I was going to see you because… because I love you.” You said, pressing your forehead to his collarbone as his eyes widened. “Because I wanted to tell you that I loved you and when you weren’t home I thought… maybe I was too late and you were with someone else.”

“I can’t even think about bein’ with someone who isn’t ya anymore.” He said, gently rubbing your back. “I used to try, but… I just can’t stop thinkin’ about ya whenever I kiss someone else. Do ya… do ya think about me when ya kiss other people?” Your cheeks burned as you chewed on the inside of your lip.

“I, uh… I never kissed anyone before you…”

“Ya mean that kiss I didn’t react to was yer first kiss…?” He asked, embarrassed and beating himself up for reacting so poorly as you nodded. Atsumu pulled back again and grabbed your face to make you look at him. “Then… let me make your third kiss better, how about that?” He asked, leaning in a bit. “Just forget me ruinin’ the kiss and… let me make yer first kiss special.” Your lips twitched up into a little smile as you brought your hand up into his hair.

“Atsumu, even if you didn’t kiss me back… it was special, because it was you.”

“Well— at least let me try and make it more special.” A soft laugh came from you as you nodded. He grabbed your face gently with both of his hands and slowly leaned in as you closed your eyes. “I really do love ya, (y/n).”

“I love you, too.”

[awanderingdeal]

(A not quite typical) fairy-tale of New York

Merry Christmas for those who celebrate today, Merry Christmas Eve to those who celebrate tomorrow, and Happy Friday for everybody else. Just a short little fic of Alex, Natalie and Kasey decorating his apartment for the first time.

CW: Hot drinks and Christmas

Rating: T

Credit for characters and the sweater weather universe goes to @lumosinlove

“For me?” Alex said, taking the offered mug. Steam rose from it, lapping warm against his chin and bringing with it a rich, velvety hint of chocolate.

“A peace offering,” Natalie laughed, letting her nails graze gently against the exposed skin where the hem of his t-shirt had ridden up. “Who knew tree lights could be so contentious?”

“Oh, you two have made up then? I was about to send you to separate rooms to think about your words.”

“We weren’t that bad,” Alex scoffed, plucking a marshmallow from the mug. It was just the right side of too melted, perfectly sticky and sweet in his mouth. He would have forgiven Natalie anyway, his tone had probably been worthy of the scathing remark, but he wasn’t opposed to an incentive.

“You definitely couldn’t repeat that conversation…” Kasey raised his hands to wrap the last word with quotation marks. “...in polite company.”

“I just want it to be perfect,” Natalie sighed. The gentle pressure lifted from his back and Natalie pulled her hair into a messy bun with the hair tie that was eternally found on her wrist. “It’s our first - Well, technically we were together last year for the day, but catching a red-eye for a hurried 24 hours together isn’t exactly my definition of idyllic. We’re supposed to be doing it properly this year.”

“Alexa, pause.” The cooing sounds of Mariah Carey stopped abruptly, plunging the room into a loud silence. Alex set the mug down, stepping away from the box of decorations he’d been rummaging through before the hot chocolate had distracted him. “It’s already perfect -”

Kasey groaned. “Don’t say it!”

Alex grinned, looked Kasey dead in the eye and wrapped his arms around Natalie’s waist. “All I want for Christmas is you,” he sang.

Natalie tipped her head back, a loud laughter bubbling from her lips. The urge to cringe was well worth seeing the corners of her eyes wrinkle in the way Alex loved.

“Seriously, Bee,” Alex knocked his forehead lightly against Natalie’s. “You need to stop watching rom-coms with Lily. There might not be a montage in the background, and we might have to call a truce every now and then, but the magic doesn’t reside in unrealistic Hallmark-esque perfection, but in the fact that at the end of it all, when I turn those lights on for the first time, it’s still going to be you who I want to be there next to me.”

“I’m going to barf,” Kasey whined. His apparent revulsion didn’t stop him padding across the hardwood in socked feet to join them.

Natalie smacks Kasey lightly on the arm. “Okay, Mr. ‘It’s you, it's always been you.'"

“I still have the note so don’t try to deny it,” Alex added, tugging Kasey closer. He does still have it. The neat looping cursive written on the back of an old take-out leaflet. He'd first found it tucked into the front pocket of his backpack, where he always kept his boarding pass. Tired, lonely and already wondering if he had just destroyed one of his most important friendships for one night of (admittedly wonderful) intimacy, Alex had read it over and over.

It's you, It's always been you. And now it's her too. Us, if you want it to be. I know it's a lot to think about. Take your time. We'll wait.

“The garland is up in the entrance,” Kasey deflects, letting himself be enveloped in their heat. Alex didn’t know how Kasey had managed to put the thing up alone, but he’d been insistent and there had only been one incident of cursing, quickly followed by him telling the length of fir to take that.

“Thanks, love.” Alex said, untangling himself from his partners and turning back to the two storage boxes on the table. They were fabric and had dividers, the sort of thing you found on QVC. Finn had chirped at him for weeks when he’d first got them, but in Alex’s opinion you could never take holiday decorations too seriously. “So, gold or silver baubles?”

“Gold.”

“Silver.”

Alex looked up to two pairs of eyes staring at him expectantly. He threw his hands up, shaking his head. “Oh, no no. This is between you two now.”

“Rock, paper, scissors?” Natalie suggested, already stretching her arm out.

“Best of three?”

“Five,” Natalie hummed decisively. “This is a very important matter.”

Alex knew how this was going to go and it wasn’t going to be quick. Glancing down at his mug of hot chocolate, he saw his marshmallows had become a pink and white molten mess. “I’m going to switch out the cushions and throws.”

It takes a while, but they eventually decide on gold. Gold and Red. Somehow, it takes them another hour, when there’s a plethora of baubles and bows on the tree, stockings over the fireplace and a family of gold reindeer in the corner, to connect the colours with The Lions.

“Hey!” Alex stopped, clutching a pile of faux presents. “You only wanted these colours because -”

“Let’s turn on the lights,” Kasey interrupted, a sly smirk settling onto his lips.

Alex wrinkled his nose. The people you want to be there when you switch the lights on. “You’re lucky I love you.”

[moonbeambucky]

Hey Neighbor (Part 12)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Billy Russo x Reader Word Count: 2731 Warnings: fluff, light angst

Summary: You had a plan and then life came along with one of its own. With your future almost derailed you worked hard to get yourself back on track and finally everything seemed to be going right… that is, until your new neighbor moved in.

A/N: I know some of you may not have been happy about what happened in the last chapter and I expect that not to change here 🙈🙈

PART 11 | HEY NEIGHBOR MASTERLIST

It feels a little intimidating to be walking into an unfamiliar place. You and Billy decided to meet at a restaurant somewhat in between your apartments, although the commute straight from the hospital made the distance a little bit farther.

Even worse you were running late thanks to a last minute case that needed your attention. Billy understood and you hoped he believed you when you said you were still on your way. You were nervous and excited at the same time, not having been on a date in… well, you really don’t want to think about exactly how long.

It’s pretty crowded, not that you expected anything less for a Friday evening. You scan through all the faces that seemed to blend together in the dim lighting against the wall as you look for Billy. The long bar near the entryway is much brighter, with lighted holiday garland still up surrounding the shelves of liquor.

At the end of the bar you spot him and Billy’s dark eyes illuminate the moment he sees you. He stands up to greet you as you approach, and you both do an awkward dance of wondering if you should hug each other or not. You went for it anyway, your heart beating a little faster as his arm wrapped around your back, squeezing you just a little.

“I’m glad you made it,” he whispered against the shell of your ear. The slight rasp in his soft voice made a tingle run down your spine in the best way.

Texting him had been a lot easier, when you only recalled his good looks by memory, without the pressure of staring back at his handsome face. Billy gently placed his hand against your back as he guided you towards the host. You were seated in the back, hopefully far enough away from the crowds huddled around the TV near the bar showing tonight’s basketball game.

Sitting across from Billy you couldn’t help but feel awkward under his focused gaze. Your cheeks began to heat up and you’ve never been more thankful for a server to appear. You ordered a drink, hoping it would arrive soon enough to help you over the hurdle of your awkwardness and shed the first date jitters.

A thunderous cheer from the bar startled you, making you cringe internally for nearly jumping in your seat but the sound of Billy’s sweet laughter eased your worries. Your minor embarrassment allowed for the conversation to flow freely, and over much better food than you expected this bar to have, you and Billy got to know each other better.

His company ANVIL provided private security and tactical training seminars. What stuck with you most was how all of his employees were veterans.

“It changes you.” He spoke about war, each word a poignant reminder that he too has battle scars, both visible and not. “A lot of us felt lost comin’ home. We can’t pretend we fit back into a world when the puzzle’s changed on us. This is my way of helpin’ my brothers find their place again.”

Sighing softly, it felt like your heart doubled in size as you listened to him, believing in all the good he was doing for those that needed purpose again. Your hand reached out across the table towards Billy’s, gently rubbing your thumb along his skin as your palm covered his knuckles. It made you second guess if his smooth skin is about grooming or if he’s erasing every hardened memory of his past, softening his skin to soothe the trauma of his mind.

You felt a connection with Billy because of this, finding commonality in your work. Even though ANVIL is in security, it still provides a therapeutic environment to its employees. You opened up to share your own background and why social work is so important to you.

“I have seven months to go until I graduate and I honestly can’t wait. It’s been such a long journey to get to this point but everything will be worth it. To be the person that can make a difference in someone’s life, to stand up for them, help and protect them; it really means so much to me.”

Billy is quiet for a moment, meditating on his thoughts. His mouth opens but he chooses not to speak, offering a gentle smile instead. There’s a silent understanding that he isn’t ready to continue talking. It’s a heavy subject and certainly not the best first date material, but somehow everything felt right.

He paid for everything despite your offering to split the bill, lacing his fingers with yours as he walked with you a few blocks to the subway station. Even though it was Friday, you were exhausted and really needed to go home and crash.

Under the glow of a street lamp you kissed Billy goodnight, feeling a rush of excitement warming your body as you craved more of the softness of his lips. His hand came against your cheek as he parted your lips with his tongue.

Your knees buckled under the caress of his tongue against yours and Billy felt the way your body wanted to melt against his. His hands wrapped around your waist as he continued to steal the breath from your lungs.

It may be cold outside but right now all you can feel is the heat simmering in your bones. The longer Billy kisses you the more you want to let him, your core aching with desire, begging you to take him home.

A soft bubble erupts in the back of your throat and you pull away breathless. Pressing your kiss swollen lips together you smile at Billy, seeing his pink dusted cheeks that could have been from the cold but the lustful gleam in his eyes say otherwise.

It’s very tempting to give in to what you want but common sense gets the win for the night. You part, promising to speak again tomorrow and honestly, you couldn’t wait.

“Earth to Y/N! Hello!” Wanda waved her hand in front of your face that had been glued to your phone all night, accompanied by the smile that would not fade.

“S-sorry, sorry. You were saying?”

Wanda huffed, rolling her eyes as she continued her conversation, asking everybody their opinions on her plans for Valentine’s Day with Sam.

“I think it’s a lovely idea,” Peggy replied, snuggling a little closer to Steve as she thought of the plans they’ll be sharing.

Natasha was quiet, taking a sip from her drink as she observed you curiously. You were trying desperately to not touch your phone, though your eyes couldn’t help but dart towards the screen that lit up every few minutes.

It was odd considering Bucky was seated beside you, his phone nowhere in sight as he propped his elbows against the table, hand curled lazily around his beer. She had caught a glimpse of your shared kiss on New Year’s Eve, pointing Clint in your direction as well so they could share in the satisfaction of being right.

From the moment you no longer wanted to kill Bucky they had been taking bets on how long it would take for you to hook up. Clint had bet by Halloween but Natasha knew it would take longer. Although now she’s unsure if she truly won the bet. You and Bucky kissed of course but nothing else suggests you had gone further; and by the ever growing smile on your face as you ignore everyone including Bucky, she has a strong suspicion of what may have derailed her chance of winning.

“Y/N, for Valentine’s Day do you have plans with your mystery texter?” Natasha asked, silencing the entire table.

A grin spread across her face as your eyes began to widen. You were caught. Not that you had done anything at all to hide it.

Wanda’s mouth fell open. “Could it be?!”

“Details, now!” Steve practically commanded. Feeling like the honorary older brother in your life he absolutely needed to know who was causing you to act as giddy as you were.

“Okay, okay!” you laughed, holding your palms up as if you were caught red handed. Trying to control your smile, you took a deep breath before telling everyone about how you met Billy. “We’ve gone out a few times and he’s really sweet. I can’t wait for you guys to meet him!”

While almost everyone said they couldn’t wait Natasha noticed the way Bucky turned a little paler, grumbling the words under his breath before he washed them away with a hefty swig. She cocked her eyebrow at Clint, sharing an unspoken look they would definitely be discussing when they were alone.

Your stomach was churning and not because of the bloody glimpse you passed in the ER during your hours at the hospital. Tonight the entire group was getting together and they were going to meet Billy.

The thought had you shaking though you’re not sure why you’re so nervous. Billy has been a total sweetheart and you’re certain your friends will like him. It had been a few weeks since you first met and you had kept your dates mostly secret, not wanting to tell anyone until you were sure this was something worth speaking about.

Most of the dates have been low-key, meeting up at The Grind House or grabbing a quick bite to eat after work. Both of your schedules were pretty busy and you didn’t envy the fact that Billy ran an entire company. Only once did he have to cancel at the last minute; things came up and you completely understood. What you did not expect was a beautiful bouquet of flowers delivered to you at the hospital as an apology.

As you were getting ready you got a text from Billy saying he would meet you at the bowling lounge you were all going to since he was still working and it would be faster to head there directly. This only added to your nerves, having to wait just a little longer before Billy met everyone as opposed to breaking the ice with Bucky, Natasha and Clint on the way there as you imagined.

The moment you were hoping he could bowl well was when you decided you needed to stop overthinking everything and relax. Your friends will like Billy regardless of little things; as long as he treated you well, and he did, was all that mattered.

The subway was crowded, with bodies cramped even closer together to avoid the spilled drink right in front of the door. You were pressed against Bucky’s chest which you didn’t mind at all considering it could have been worse given the other passengers surrounding you. He was on alert as a man got on the next stop, with foam nearly frozen down his mouth and chin, mumbling loudly as he paced back and forth through the spill.

Bucky shifted his position so you were mostly behind him, although he was still turned to the side to keep his eye out just in case. You appreciated the gesture, smiling softly in silent thanks, taking note of the bags under his eyes. He hadn’t mentioned the latest project he was working on but you assumed it’s something that’s kept him up.

The brisk air moves right through you as you ascend the steps to the street, walking quickly past the large scattering of tourists that lazily stop along 42nd Street to take pictures despite the freezing cold. Thankfully you only had a few blocks to walk.

Steve and Peggy were waiting inside the lobby, informing you Wanda and Sam should be there shortly. You saw the text she had sent to everyone, skimming over it to text Billy and let him know you arrived. The nerves came back in full force as you saw the three dots appear as he was typing.

What if he couldn’t make it? What if he had to stay late at work? What if he just didn’t want to see you? What if this was some elaborate joke and you were tricked into believing somebody could actually like you?

Worrisome thoughts ran through your mind until Billy’s response came through. There was some relief knowing he was two blocks away, but the nerves still stayed, hoping your friends would like him and do their best not to embarrass you.

“On your left,” a voice called out, and Steve turned around to see Sam, smiling beside a bundled up Wanda as they greeted each other. Apparently this was some inside joke no one else but them understood.

“When did it get so cold?” Wanda asked rhetorically, blowing out puffs of cold air as she loosened the scarf from around her neck. She greeted everyone, realizing all but one person was there. Just as she was going to ask about Billy he stepped through the door.

A wide smile spread across his face as he spotted you. His lean legs carried him towards you in long strides, cold lips and even colder skin pressing against your own as he greeted you with an affectionate kiss in front of your friends. Their middle school teasing of “oohs” broke the kiss, though your hand stayed cupped against his face, bringing warmth to his rose colored cheeks.

Bucky rolled his eyes at the display, a stranger in his mind, claiming his possession over you without a word spoken. Who does Billy think he is anyway? It’s practically below zero and he isn’t even wearing a hat. Pretty boy doesn’t want to ruin his hair, clearly. Bucky realized he was wearing his inner thoughts of disgust on his face, and quickly shook it off; yet the feeling of dislike for Billy hadn’t gone away as quickly.

Billy introduced himself to everyone as you stood beside him, unable to stop staring at how gorgeous he looked in a simple sweater and dark jeans. These were his colors, dark tones that matched his cavernous eyes, contrasting against the light skin of his perfect face.

From the corner of his eye Bucky couldn’t help but notice the way Billy’s hands were all over you, rubbing your back as you all waited for the employee to assign your lane, to the slip of his hand in the back pocket of your jeans.

His jaw clenched, anger rising in him for reasons he couldn’t quite understand but the moment he saw your face he let go of his tension with ease. You looked so happy, from the twinkle in your eyes to the smile you couldn’t contain. If you were happy Bucky was happy for you, even if he didn’t like it.

Two teams were chosen as you settled in to play, with Sam and Steve being the captains of each. Sam of course picked Wanda, along with Natasha and Clint while Steve chose Peggy first, with you, Billy and Bucky rounding out the rest of his team.

“I did it!” You jumped in surprise as you got a strike, by sheer luck since your first few turns made you wish the bumpers were inflated.

“That’s my girl,” Billy said smiling, cocking his head as he waited for you to come back to the bench.

Bucky was up next. Grabbing the swirly blue ball, he released it with a vigorous throw, not bothering at all to really aim. He took a few pins down, and waited for the ball to come back by the machine. Somehow throwing a heavy object at other objects made everything feel a little better but the sight of you making out with Billy crushed any attempts at his spirit feeling renewed.

During the games drinks and food were ordered and you were happy because it seemed like everyone was getting along with Billy. After two games Sam’s team ended up with the higher scores, and he absolutely rubbed it in Steve’s face.

“My shift is early tomorrow so I’m gonna head out,” Sam said, getting up from the table.

It wasn’t terribly late but considering how cold it was no one else really wanted to stay out to do anything. Bucky shrugged on his coat, watching Billy lean in to whisper something in your ear that made your lips pull into a smirk. As you said goodnight to everyone Bucky realized you wouldn’t be joining him, Natasha and Clint home.

PART 13

[susieskinner93]

Affair...or is it?

my fic for day4 of robron week 2020

“This brings back some memories.” - he heard Robert chuckle from behind him.

“They haven't followed you right?” - asked Aaron turning around as he saw Robert entering the barn.

“Nice to see you too.” - smiled Robert before he pulled Aaron in for a quick kiss.

“Yeah yeah, I'm glad you're here. So?” - he asked again. Robert laughed at him before he saw how serious Aaron was.

“No. They haven't. Vic tried to get me to go over though. Have a chat.”

“She's not suspicious is she?”

“Because she simply couldn't ask about how I've been getting on right?” - asked Robert joking.

“Sorry... it's just....” - started Aaron biting his lips as he stroked Robert's arms.

“No I get it.” - he sighed before they went quiet. -”Tell you who was definitely suspicious though. Your mum.”

“What?”

“Yesterday I had lunch with Vic in the pub, and Chas made it obvious how she feels about me being out.” - he frowned.

“Did she say something?”

“She told Paddy you must have met a bloke because you're actually smiling more, and you seem happy and how fantastic it is after the shit I put you through.”

“She said that? You know it's not true right? You're not to blame.”

“But I am.” - said Robert - “I pushed you away, wanted you to move on...”

“And I couldn't. What does that tell you?”- asked Aaron stepping closer.

“That you're an idiot.” -smiled Robert before he kissed him. - “I think Vic is onto something.” - said Robert stopping the kiss.

“She said something?”

“Not exactly... just kept mentioning you, ever since I’m back really. She said I couldn’t just give up.... then she asked me how would I feel if you’d start dating a bloke right in front of me.” 

“What did you say?”

“The truth.” - he shrugged - “That it would destroy me.”

“Robert...”

“No, it’s true.” - he sighed - “But... hopefully that won’t happen.” - he smiled. 

“Like I’d ever do that.” - scoffed Aaron before he started smirking and took a step back from Robert. - “I've got something for ya.” -he said biting his lip.

“Yeah? What is it?”

“Close your eyes.”

“Come on Aaron just tell me!”

“No, close your eyes first.” - he said not moving a muscle until Robert did as he was told. Aaron didn't wait a second before he pulled out the ring from his pocket, slipping it on Robert's finger. He felt Robert tense before he saw him staring at the ring.

“You...”

“We talked about it.” -shrugged Aaron. That was true. Robert was out of prison for the last 5 months and despite Aaron slamming the door in his face at first, they made up fairly quick, and ever since, they kept their relationship a secret. It wasn’t easy. They avoided each other in public. The whole village thought the reunion didn't quite succeed. They knew people were talking about it. Still after 5 months when they occasionally were in the pub at the same time, they would hear the whispers. People were wondering what happened, why they didn’t get back on. Little did they know... But it was necessary. Chas tried her best to keep Aaron out of Robert's way, and she was delighted when she overheard Robert telling Victoria how Aaron didn't want anything to do with him. It was all an act though. They needed space...from others, from the family, from the gossip, and that's how they started seeing each other in secret. It was better than keeping their distance. They couldn't have managed it anyway.

“You know if I'm gonna wear this our secret is over, right?” - said Robert looking at Aaron.

“I know. But...I can't expect me husband to act like we're strangers, can I.” - he said smirking.

“Wha...what did you just say?” - asked Robert gobsmacked. They haven't talked about formalities yet, so this came as a surprise for him.

“What are you doing this Friday?” - he asked and Robert's eyes widened.

“Are...are you sure?” - he asked shocked but he still couldn't stop smiling.

“Yeah. Booked it today. Usually there’s a waiting list but someone cancelled just before I got there and when I asked about their earliest appointment they told me Friday’s available. They were joking obviously.. when I said I take it... they thought I’m pulling their legs.” - he laughed - “So....this is kinda our last time to meet in secret.”

“What about tomorrow? It's only Wednesday.”

“You said me mum's suspicious. I sort it. And work. Because after we get married I want you all to myself for a whole week at least.”

*flashback*

“Hello luv, a pint was it?” - asked Chas as she saw Aaron entering the pub.

“Yeah, go on then, but I can’t stay long.” - he said checking his phone. 

“Is it a bloke by any chance?” - asked Chas trying to get to know more. She knew something was up with Aaron. Lately he seemed... lighter. It was really refreshing to see it, especially now that Robert was back in the village and Chas was up half the night worrying about Aaron getting sucked into Robert’s lies again. Her words exactly. 

“No. None of your business anyway.” - scoffed Aaron before his phone beeped. A message. He opened it quickly, and started smiling instantly. 

“As long as he makes you happy luv, that’s all that matters.” - smiled Chas putting the glass in front of him. - “It can only be better than Robert.” - she added half whispering. Aaron heard it but tried to ignore it. He couldn’t deal with his mother’s mithering, when he just confirmed another date with Robert. Well... if you can call a secret meeting a date.

“I have to go to London for a scrap run. It’s a 3 day job. So... I can’t babysit Eve.” - he told his mother. He knew they wanted to ask him, but he couldn’t turn down an opportunity to be with Robert. Not even for his little sister. 

“Ah, don’t worry luv, we sort it. Just have fun.” - she smirked... and did she wink at him? 

“It’s work mum.” - he said again trying to sound convincing. 

“Sure it is.” - she smiled. Aaron gave up. At least she didn’t think it was Robert. He couldn’t deal with the drama, not right now. Right now, seeing Robert was all that mattered. 

*end of flashback*

“Chas is gonna hate this.” -said Robert worrying. - “Everybody will.”

“Not everybody.”

“My sister doesn’t count.” - he said.

“Robert, my mum’s been trying to get a name out of me ever since we... you know. She knows I’m happy.” 

“Are you? Are you really? I mean... we can only meet in barns... and hotels... outside of the village. It’s like...” 

“Like old times?” - asked Aaron with a little laugh.

“You can’t be happy with that.”

“But I am.” - he said confirming it. - “Because Robert, those years without ya? It wasn’t something I’d call life. And no, please don’t say I’m overreacting. I told you how it was. You know.” 

“I know.” - he nodded. - “I just want you to be sure.”

“It was never a question.” - he said as he kissed him again. 

“So, from now on this ‘affair’ is over?” - asked Robert smiling. 

“Looks like it.” - answered Aaron - “But I still have...” - he said checking his phone - “..about 45 minutes before me mum’s gonna call to ask me to stop by for tea.”

“And to ask you who’s your mystery bloke is.”

“That too.” - he grinned. - “So? Do you wanna talk... or you’d rather get on with it?” - he asked impatiently making Robert smile before he lunged forward to take the lead. He waited for years to have this again, to be with Robert again. He didn’t want to waste any more minutes. 

[berlinaura]

Me getting a flu during Christmas came to the best possible time. First of all, all of the fun plans were on a pause since everybody was on a holiday. I didn’t miss anything by just staying indoors. Second of all, I could easily use this time sending job applications. I had been resistant to start doing that because I felt like it was away from the fun time but now that the other option would be scrolling insta or studying, it wasn’t so bad after all!

On New Year’s eve I went with friends and their friends to Houdini again. We reserved a table beforehand which was smart since it was fully booked by NYE. Houdini never fails, we had drinks and delicious food before leaving to Warschauer. Already at 18, firework went off frequently and the whole city seemed to be on a party mood. 

At Warschauer we went to a gay bar called Himmelreich. I really liked the atmosphere there. It felt almost like a living room. They also played Britney Spears and Lady Gaga which was a big plus, obviously. On midnight we toasted with Prosecco and went to the street to watch firework. We were on a side street, yet the fireworks went off like crazy. Firework was literally set off in the middle of a street, towards buildings, on tram tracks and so on. Talk about a celebration! I almost got emotional because I started thinking how much progress I have made in basically every area of my life since last New Year’s. I hope 2020 will be at least as good as 2019.

After a while we decided to go get döner and then we went to hang out at the area near Warschauer Strasse S-Bahn. Some men came up to us and asked if we could go into a club with them because they weren’t let in without women. Apparently the place was regulated so that it wouldn’t end up being a total sausage fest. We went in to the club which had multiple dance floors of different genres. I drank a disgusting tabasco shot and a beer and then we went dancing to the hiphop area. Unfortunately, after a while we got so tired that we decided to leave. 

The way back was... an adventure. First off I took a wrong tram AND fell asleep in it. When I woke up, I had to take the same tram back a few stops but to the direction I just came from. Then I waited the ringbahn for a few minutes and FELL ASLEEP AGAIN. I can’t describe how tired I was, it was impossible for me to keep my eyes open. So on the other side of the ring, I woke up to some stranger stroking my thigh. I immediately pushed his hands away and probably looked extremely grumpy. “SCHAUMAL ICH HABE GELD, ICH BRAUCHE DEIN GELD NICHT!” (”look look look, I have money, I don’t need your money!”) he said while showing off money from his pockets. I had no idea what was going on, but good thing that he wasn’t stealing from me. After leaving the club, I just put my coat from the wardrobe on my bag which meant he didn’t have easy access anyways. 

He still put his hand on my leg again and I had to push him away again. “HAST DU GESCHLAFEN? BIST DU BESOFFEN? BRAUCHST DU GELD?” (”were you asleep? are you drunk? do you need money?”) he said. I couldn’t get a word out of my mouth so I just stared at him angrily and opened google maps to see where the fuck I was. Unfortunately I was on the opposite side of the ring, in west. I could have waited until it drives back to the station I was supposed to get off but I wanted to get off because of the dude. Then I put every last bit of energy I had to keep my eyes open on the ringbahn to another direction. I got home at around 6.30 and just fell on my bed. I slept until 15.00 and now my sleep schedule is completely ruined but at least I am safe and had a memorable NYE.

After a few days of sending job applications in complete isolation after New Year’s, we decided to go to Körperwelten with friends. Körperwelten is a museum full of real human corpses. It is designed to teach about human biology with the help of actual body donors. I would absolutely recommend Körperwelten to anybody visiting Berlin. Even photos are allowed here! Some American tourists were totally disrespectful though, actually touching a corpse of an antilope... After a short bit of hesitation we decided to get some pizza, right after being taught what fast food does to our bodies. Somehow we didn’t feel like ordering alcohol afterwards, though. 

The Christmas break destroyed my school motivation completely. Right now I feel like I don’t want to leave Berlin but I am so done with studying. Unfortunately, I am slowly starting to lose hope with the job hunt as well. Might as well just enjoy the ride as long as I can, right?

The first school week after the vacation I tried my best to study as well as I could. I bullshitted an English presentation and kept on sending work applications. Exams are scaring me because I don’t know what to expect from them. At the same time I am in this “who cares” mentality when it comes to getting good grades, I just don’t have the energy to worry about that. 

On Thursday I went out with my roommates. We went to get the “best pizza of Berlin”. I hope we had done this earlier because it was nice to learn to know everybody a bit better. I also heard that two of them are moving out this January. Most likely I won’t be getting a job in Berlin which means that I don’t need to deal with the new roommates for a long. For some reason I have a bad feeling about the new ones...

On Friday I went to my hang out in my friend’s dorm. The whole building looked like a hotel! They have a goddamn reception dude there like in Gossip Girl! Talk about apartment goals. We went to their clubhouse and hung out with the active tenants of that building. People had brought alcohol and snacks from their home countries such as Austria, Romania, Spain and Serbia. I enjoyed this evening very much :) I even got a “Happy Birthday” sung to me at midnight! 

The next day was my birthday. Gotta say that after enjoying those east European boozes the next night did not make me feel well in the morning. Me and my friend went to have a brunch near Alexanderplatz. I would like to go out for breakfast more often. It is so enjoyable to eat well in the morning instead of just having a low effort toast. Afterwards, we went to get some decorations from Tiger and of course alcohol. We went SO overboard with the alcohol. We actually had the ingredients for 32 liters of punch, 1 bottle of peach Schnaps, Sourz liqueur, Absolut vodka, a bottle of gin and tonic to make GTs, around 10 beers, 2 bottles of wine... FOR 5 PEOPLE. 

Later in the evening my other friends joined and we played beer pong and other social games. I also got Exploding Kittens as a gift! I feel sorry for my neighbors because not only did we have a gathering for 6 hours, we yelled stuff like “Finland is the best!” out of the window, twerked to Anaconda etc. But against all odds, we actually made it to the club at around 1. The time literally flew by! 

The club had a 80s, 90s, 00s theme with various dance floors. I wanted to play the table football so we basically hoarded the game for an hour or so. One good thing with basically marinating our livers in alcohol before going to the club was that all I needed to buy at the club was 1 beer. After enough of playing and dancing, we decided to leave the club around 5. 

Me and my date sat in the tram stop for 10 minutes, waiting for my tram. When my tram arrived I didn’t wanna let go of his hand so I decided I’m not going home, lol. We got some Döner and went to his place. On the S-Bahn I felt the need to socialize with people so I asked the dude in front of me what his life dreams are and he said he liked to be a footballer but he broke his leg so now he’s a club bouncer. I hope I didn’t ruin that guys morning because he looked so sad for the rest of the ride :(

The next day was nothing but sleeping and eating mini salamis. In the evening I came home, cleaned the horrible mess from the kitchen (which looked like there was a tornado), watched a movie and slept some more. 

Usually after being lazy for a couple of days, I feel guilty and want to actually study. Now it is not the case. I really should be sending more work applications OR do school work but currently I have no motivation towards anything. It is Monday, the time is 14.34 and I am laying on my bed because I skipped school. I am also thinking if it is socially acceptable to open a beer. It is, right? Right?

[bexmaddy]

@tubadougblog tagged me to sds and I asked my son to help. Because teenagers are good at that type of thing and he sad “no.” He’s also good at saying no. Anyways, this is my sad face to him as he says that. I’ll tag @itisallmydoing, @akapearlofagirl, and @gonzobuddhist to sds if they so desire. Happy Friday’s eve everybody!

[jonathanpongratz]

Book Review: The Undead Mr. Tenpenny

Book Review: The Undead Mr. Tenpenny

Happy Friday Eve Everybody! Man, I can NOT wait for this week to be over. I feel like a chicken running around with its head cut off. Anybody else? No? Cheese stands alone I guess! Anyways, not all of my week has been bad. I finished another book, so it’s time to share! This time I read The Undead Mr. Tenpenny by Tammie Painter. I’ve been waiting for this book to come out, so when the author…

[surveystodestressme]

85.

5000 Question Survey Pt. 22

2001. Can you believe that we have only gotten through two fifths of this survey so far? i believe it 2002. What is your opinion of Dave Coulier? i have no idea who that is 2003. If you were to a write a Choose Your Own Adventure book, what would it be about? horror 2004. What was your best find from a flea market, garage sale, ebay or thrift store? huh? 2005. What do you not have enough money for right now? a new car

2006. Do you believe that Teras for Fears were right when they said, “Everybody wants to rule the world?” eh 2007. What is the design on your beach towel? i don’t have a beach towel 2008. What stirs something deep and animalistic inside you? mean fucking people 2009. Have you ever cross dressed (even as a joke)? no 2010. Do you own anything with a rainbow on it? yes lol my boyfriends mom buys pj pants for everyone on christmas and this year she got me rainbow pants with minions on them....... i’ve NEVER even seen despicable me 2011. What would be the worst object for a child to take on a long car ride with you? a loud handheld game 2012. What’s the Best Beatles song in your opinion? help 2013. Why do you suppose that diary sites are more popular with females than males? idk 2014. What do these color combinations remind you of: orange and pink: ice cream pink and green: fruit green and gold: nature purple and gold: idk gold and red: royalty red and white: america blue and grey: the beach 2015. What is one selfish thing you tend to do? let people buy me stuff 2016. When do you think technology will catch up with the Jetson’s? idk 2017. What made you laugh today? my lab partners 2018. Do you ever stick your entries in any of the diary circles? no. 2019. Can you freestyle rap? i could try but it wouldn’t be that good 2020. Are you: stylish? somewhat shiek? huh? smart? i think so 2021. Do you find you self only buying brand name products? i do not care about name brands 2022. Would you ever want to buy an article of clothing or an accessory because you saw a celebrity wear it? i don’t pay attention to celebrities enough 2023. What song do you feel the sexiest dancing to? buttons by pussycat dolls 2024. Who do you know who looks silly when they dance? my dad 2025. Sweaty sex or clean sex? a lil bit of both honestly 2026. Which is more important to you: being kind or being right? i mean both honestly. 2027. Can you do any special dances like swing, tap, or ballroom? i used to do tap 2028. Are you scared of monsters? nada 2029. Who would you like to remind people of? idc 2030. Do you walk to school or do you bring your lunch? neither???? 2031. Rate your skills from one to ten (10 = you are the best at it): socializing: 5 making friends: 5 working with computers: 5 arts: 7 crafts: 7 dancing: 2 skating: 6 talking other people into things: 8 writing: 9 living life to the fullest each day: 5 cooking: 3 gardening: 2 cleaning up after yourself: 9 playing poker: 1 surviving in the woods: 3 managing your time: 8 attracting the opposite sex (or same sex if you prefer)? 4 2032. Have you ever been to an indian reservation? nope 2033. What is going to happen tomorrow that you can celebrate, even if it’s a little thing? idk 2034. Do you save things for special occasions or is everyday a special occasion? i save things. 2035. What is one thing you are terrible at: saving money 2036. What’s your favorite: rap song: love the way you lie country song: we danced industrial song: idk. cover song: cant help falling in love with you punk song: idk odd song: cotton eye joe 2037. What do you get your teacher or your boss for the holidays? not a thing lol 2038. Do you like to read books by Virgina Wolfe? never read any. 2039. What is your favorite tv show from when you were a kid? spongebob 2040. What is now proved was once only imagined. - William Blake. What do you imagine? the future. 2041. What has been passed down through at least two generations to you? nothing 2042. Do we live in a particularly bad age for romance? i don’t think so 2043. Have you ever cheated on someone? nope Do you believe that once someone is a cheater they can never be trusted? yes 2044. Have you ever gone: christmas caroling? nope pumpkin picking? yeah on a hay wagon ride? yes on a romantic valentine’s day date? yeah to a new year’s eve party? a couple times to a memorial day parade? yeah to the Macy’s thanksgiving day parade? maybe in the past to search for gold coins on st patrick’s day? no. 2045. Have you ever done any modeling? nope 2046. Would you consider yourself to be psychologically damaged? not that i can think of 2047. How aware are you of the reasons behind your actions and words? very aware 2048. What is the sickest you ever drank or drugged yourself? i haven’t had any really bad experiences tbh. it’s always a shitty time when i’ve thrown up from alcohol but i’ve never blacked out. 2049. Would you prefer it if clothing was optional? no lol. 2050. What is one interesting fact about you: i collect shot glasses 2051. Are more people depressed because they are alone, or are more people alone because they are depressed? they’re more depressed bc they’re alone probably but there are way more complicated reasons as to why people are depressed 2052. Have you ever gotten a mug, t-shirt, key chain, etc. that was personalized with your picture? no lol 2053. What was the last thing that you experienced for the first time? i don’t know 2054. If you were going to die tomorrow and you were leaving a postcard for someone to read after you were gone what would it say? i dunno. 2055. If you were about to be executed what would your last request be? tell my family that i love them 2056. What kinds of people do you find intimidating? too many people lol 2057. How much conviction do you have in your feelings and beliefs? quite a bit. 2058. In your house where is the: crazy glue? in the junk drawer flashlight? above the snack cabinet 2059. Out of everyone you know who has the most personality? there’s plenty of people lol 2060. If you could go back in time to experience a musical movement or era, which one would you choose to live through? none 2061. Do you suffocate people with your love? sometimes 2062. Do you feel your life is charmed? no. 2063. What character do you identify the most with from Winnie the Pooh? piglet 2064. When do you do your best thinking? in the shower or on the toilet 2065. What motivates you? food 2066. Look back at all the people you’ve dated. Has there been a pattern? not that i can think of 2067. Things change but what will always remain the same for you? i don’t know 2068. Is divorce something you would ever consider or do you feel that marriage is permanantly binding? i would preferably not get divorced. 2069. What’s the strangest movie you ever saw? the abc’s of death 2070. If you could go into virtual reality and set up your life there to be perfect and it would seem real but not be real would you trade your life now for the virtual life? it’d be cool but no 2071. Does it seem like life is more difficult for you than for anyone else? nope 2072. What are you grateful for? everything i have. 2073. What was a choice that you didn’t want to make but you had to? idk. 2074. Have you ever had dental surgery? no. 2075. At what point exactly are you grown up? when you  have bills and you feel like you’re drowning 2076. If there was a weight loss procedure that would destroy your ability to taste food so you wouldn’t be tempted by junk food, would you have it done? absolutely not 2077. What is one thing that happened that you never expected? finding someone i love who actually loves me back 2078. If you called one of your friends and they said “It’s nothing personal but I don’t want to talk to anyone right now,” would you take it personally? nah, i’ve had moments like that too so i can understand 2079. What is your favorite girl’s name? i don’t really have one 2080. Do you ever feel guilty for being more fortunate than others? not really. 2081. If you had to wear a shirt with one word on it for a year, what word would you choose? kok 2082. What is evian spelled backwards? naive 2083. You drop 10 pounds of feathers and a ten pound bowling ball off the top of the same building. Which will hit the ground first? they both weigh the same, sooo both 2084. Even though you may never get what you want, are you happy because you’re trying? yes 2085. If you started a petition what would it be about? idk. 2086. When was the last time you asked someone to do something and they said no? everytime i ask jack to do something he says no but does it anyways 2087. Do bad things happen to you on friday the 13th? not that i know of. 2088. What’s your favorite: Madonna song? - John Lennon song? - Michael Jackson song? billy jean Doors song? - Rolling Stones song? - David Bowie song?- Elvis song? cant help falling in love with you 2089. If you had started a relationship with someone and they said that it would be best if no one knew about it just to see how it goes, would you be offended? it depends ig but id feel like they just wanted to hide me 2090. Do you know any self defense? not really How about CPR? i know the concept of it but ive never really practiced or anything 2091. If you had to look into a mirror and see your naked soul stripped of all delusions and pretenses (Never ending Story style)could you handle it? maybe 2092. Are you a genius? no. 2093. How did you find out that Santa Clause wasn’t real? i got a letter from ‘him’ and the handwriting was the same as my dads 2094. Which is your favorite tarot card? i dont do that shit 2095. Does the internet separate people or connect them? both. 2096. Have you ever written a letter to a soldier? my brother and my sister and some of my friends when they were all in the military 2097. Does pain and fear make you feel alive? to a a certain degree 2098. Are you: good looking? yeah thin? no. happy? yes successful? not yet confident? for the most part 2099. Are you decisive or wishy washy? in between. 2100. Do you feel pop stars should be morally responsible to set a good example for their fans? it’s nice but they shouldn’t be obliged to.

[soccermommartha]

Happy Chrimmas Inbox!

Good morning/afternoon/whatever everybody!

It’s 10ish AM Christmas Eve in the gloomy southeast and since I skipped open inbox Friday (which I’ll talk about later) the inbox is super freakin open starting right now up until 11:59:59 on Christmas night! Ask all of your super pressing questions about the family and fam. Ask about the annual gingerbread house contest, and uh literally anything else Christmas related too. But it can honestly be anything, Christmas related or not. I know not everyone celebrates ya know. Anyway, I just hope to have a lot of engagement this time around because ya’ll were sleep af on Thanksgiving. The Uncle Squad was so excited and it ended up like Papaw’s burgers 2k17. So, let’s get lit for the second to last time this year!

[madridandsophia]

23 de septiembre - School

Hello again everybody!!!

SOO I started school last week…… but this past week was my first full week of “real” school. Before I get into the details about my first school experience, I will briefly tell you the schedule. Everyday I leave my house around 8:25 with Marcos and my host mother. Walking to school takes around 5 minutes, where I then say goodbye, as Marcos heads to the primary school and Belen to her job. In the morning, I have 3 classes, each about one hour. After that, we get “recreo” or 30 minutes of “recess” as a break. Proceeding the break is another 2 classes before I go home for lunch. Our break for lunch is a little less than 2 hours, so I get to go home for lunch and eat with my host family. I absolutely LOVE being able to go home for a little and take a break from school. After lunch I have to return to the school for 2 afternoon classes (except for Fridays). I joined the basketball team at school (even though i am awful), but it was a good chance to stay active and meet more people. Sooo I also have practice 3 days a week after school as well. After all of that, I usually come home to do homework. Each day of the week I have a different schedule of my classes. Another thing is that you stay with one class for all your subjects (except one), which is a loootttt different from North Penn. Btw fun fact (not really): guess who has to swim again this year…. :’’’’((( tears.

Anyway, I am going to be honest about school. It has been sososo difficult. This week has been an emotional rollercoaster ride. Sometimes feeling like I want to cry and give up, but other times feeling very happy and proud of myself. School is DEFINETELY different from hearing my family speak in Spanish. My family knows to talk to be slow and use simple language that I understand, but in school, teachers talk at 1216826 MPH using complex vocabulary and verbiage. It is so frustrating sitting there and not knowing what to write in my notes or what to study for my exam. Some classmates and teachers have been helpful in explaining the things I do not get, but some don’t really care that I am struggling. I make sure I write down what I can in Spanish and if I don’t understand what is written, I translate it when I get home. Simple homework takes me forever to do as well. I have to translate the text or question, find my answer, then re-translate everything. Honestly, it is exhausting and by the end of the day I find myself holding back tears. It has been a little difficult making friends as well. Everyone has been nice to me because I am the “american girl”, but the language barrier makes it difficult to find good friends for me. I cannot always understand what people are saying to me. Sometimes they say it too fast and if they see I don’t understand, they automatically say it in English instead of maybe repeating it slower. Also the accent here is different than what we are taught at North Penn so sometimes a friend will say something I know, but I wont recognize it because it is pronounced differently here. Speaking has been my biggest issue. We are never taught how to speak the languages we learn at North Penn, so coming here, I am unable to talk much in Spanish. Not being able to communicate back to friends or family has been tough. However, I have mastered the ”Si” *while nodding and smiling*. Hopefully, I will see improvement soon!

Despite all of the difficulties, I already see myself learning more and more every day. I pick up new words and phrases all the time, whether is has been at home or in the classroom. I knew it was going to be be difficult in the first couple months, but I need to stay strong, be patient with myself, and not get so discouraged. A wise quote from Eve Steele once said, “you have an amazing family who has your back, support in over 3 different countries and a whole 10 months to learn and make friend.” This experience is going to be difficult and full of up-and downs, but when I look back on it in 10 months, it will be an experience I will never forget!

Hopefully my next blog post will have some good news on improvement :)

Until thennnn, xoxoxo

[byron1]

Microwave door bouncer to keep you from eating garbage. "Where do we Go now" guns & roses/ picking a restaurant Fallout joke: I was at work while you cheating all day. Punchline: I never even got to cheat AND she would tell me about her bounty EVRyday SKIT: Danielle cooking pie (or anything really) and you have headphones on improve rapping to her and it sounds good to me but cut to her with no music and she looks at me very annoyedly Opener: Walks on stage, grabs mic and lays down. "Instead of stand up up I'm gonna try "lay down", it's way more comfortable.. That joke needs a Mitch headberg voice" repeat joke in Mitch headberg voice "com-fort-able" Hotel TV remotes have never been cleaner. Everybody on the phone watching porn and Netflix. The last person to use a hotel remote for porn died years ago Terminator cop in San Diego -what it felt like on mushrooms (terminator slo mo walk by) -what really happened (cop just walks by and shrugs) "Whenever I start dating a girl I buy her a really nice, big purse as a gift. ...Cuz she's gonna be carrying a bunch of my shit around for the next 4 1/2 months" - jack bliss Old west - duel going on in the middle of town. Mayor stops everything -"what are you guys arguing about" "is it worth dying over? I mean I can look this up on my phone" Mayor looks it up on the phone and who ever was wrong gets shot with no countdown ..Watch a little porn. Once you get too familiar with a site you drift to the lesser known porn sites ...This particular website has a top 50 viewed videos.. And you can sort em by 1 day, 7 days, 30 days, and my favorite, "all-time". ..That's just a buncha like minded individuals helpin' each other out.. But you can always tell when a bunch of likeminded weirdos find the site cuz for the 1 Day Most Viewed, it's just a ton of videos of people peein' on each other. And now it's like "maaaan, now I'm not even in the mood. AND I'm disappointed in you PornoTime, I didn't even now that was so prevalent on your site!" And it's usually on a Sunday... All you pee heathens jerkin off on the toilet with your computers on your laps should be at church! But then I'm like ".....let's see what all this hype is about" If I eat Asian food and drink a glass of milk, will I explode? Asians they don't drink milk! I think it's cuz they know. It's like when you have Indian or real African neighbors and that food smell just permeates ev-er-y thing. Unpleasant for the most part. Asians think white people smell like rotten cheese or like the cow aushwitz off the 5. <----Cowlinga. Nasty place. I was on a road trip with my wife and "she's tired" (bitchy voice) so she wants to stop for the night. At night she couldn't tell but in the morning when that sun came up?.. And that stink starts stinkin?.. She's like "oh those poor Asians. We should stop eating cheese for them" And then she puked. Friendricks Smitreaux - hands too small, not allowed in Burger King. Has quarrels. (Jack) Calling GameStop, having a nerdy conversation, with a funny voice. Rb movie voice could be a thing. Do you have x y z Round table pizza local interview podcast Wife's mom with gigantic fat pet and gets scolded by vet. Mom is pissed new underwear lint gets stuck to your dick. About to get a blowjob and she freaks out cuz there's fuzzy berries all over your jimmy wang dong. (Explain in between these sentences how fuzz sticks to your dick when you have new unwashed out of the box underwear) I've done this to my wife since we started dating "Chivalry Gone Wild" - pushing girls out of the way to open the doors for them. Later girl has chivalry ptsd (now she shivers when a guy reaches for the check at a restaurant) "Once I got roofied..." Story ensues "Once I had a crazy dream..." Story ensues Either way you're bored Went into the bank, for the candy of course, why else would you go inside these days. As I reach for the candy, the lady behind the counter says "DON'T TAKE THAT CANDY!...... It's super old.. Here take this, I have a 'secret stash' back here" I was like "You Smoke Weed, huh?" No I didn't say that, I just did the stoner laugh, which basically communicates the same message I have road rage. Like.. bad. But they're really cracking down on that now. I mean you can't even throw the bird these days. So I'm trying to advocate this, in place of the bird, you hit the rear window spray 2 times. (doesn't work if your window is dirty) I'm trying to spread this so people know I'm insulting them..... Also the "up hand", thumbs up is for assholes...... I just don't want road rage to go away, you know?! Went to the grocery store at night and someone was sleeping in the car I parked in front of. I see a middle finger come over the dash. I quickly kill my headlights and the middle finger turns into a thumbs up and recedes below the dash. I like that person.. Soccer needs timeouts like catholic priests need to be able to fuck. Flopping soccer players = selabate priests Lost lake truck sinks into water. Guy goes back for cigarettes brings one pack instead of the ENTIRE CARTON White people now can only do other ethnicities voices while reading a name. (List 3 different "ethnic" names) Buttercup story: weed in New York Trying to get a random buddy to be the third player in the game of RISK is like trying to get a random girl to come back to your house and suck you AND your buddies dicks. "Wanna play a game of risk?" Shit no Instead of people saying "Grizzly Adams DID have a beard" I think we should change it to "Kurt Cobain DID have a gun" "no I swear I don't have a gun" ...too soon?! Liqueur Control Board. Two young kids walk into a bar. They order jäger. Liquor Control comes in and says to the bartender: "do you those kids you served are underaged?" Bartender says "you're out of your Jurisdiction!!! Call the Liqueur Control Board!!" Liqueur Control Board shows up lookin like French cops "(( assholeish French accent thing here))" I work construction..... (Frown face) You THINK you want to shit in a freshly clean porta-potty. But that's not the case. You drop any size turd in that blue water and it's coming back up to splash your asshole. You need a big pile of turd to cushion the blow. I frequent a sports bar, and they allow kids in a certain section and sometimes you don't see these children behind you. So you day-drunkenly yell out "well I can't exactly tit fuck 'er, but they're perfectly shaped!" ((Rule of thirds here, needs 2 more examples)) History Lesson: •Good at art cuz no porn - there was much better art, and I mean paintings, back in the days of yore. Do you know why so many iconic paintings come from this era?! Because there was no porn. You think these guys (Rembrandt, Van Gogh, Monet) weren't drawing weird sex stuff in their spare time?! Of course they were. People think porn took over in vhs days but it's gone back much further than you think Way back in the day, I don't think they had the ADA (American Dental Association), but if they did it would be The Association of Guys that Own Pliers. If you had a tooth ache in the 18th century, your barber would pull your tooth!.. Guess the barber had a set of pliers.. therefore making him.. also a dentist. Hatred for people with red hair bleed over from hatred for the Irish? I just found out I'm Irish.. My dad was adopted and he just did the genealogy thing. Piss on a stick, or something.... I may be thinking of something else.. Anyway, it makes a ton of sense cuz my mom was Swiss. And if you know anything about the Swiss, they don't tend to takes sides, (hmhrph wwii). So when I get high, I'm Swiss: "hey whatever your views man, let's just have a dialogue.. Orrr not, I really have no stance on the issue." But when I drink whiskey: ..I wanna fight people. And I'm not a big guy soooo, I try not to drink whiskey.. I try to test myself against my friends, but they are all bigger than me so it never ends well. There is one guy who's bigger than me, but I can just psychologically break him down, and it's all true so I always win. And those other big guys are around and laughing so I have some protection. Things like "good thing those chicks can't see how many times you swipe right, otherwise they would call you a "Desperate Bitch!" Or: "you're so pathetic, how do you not have a crescent wrench?!" Things like that. One Friday night, He was a coward and attacked me while I was fall over baby deer legs drunk. We shut the bar down and as we're walking out he shoves me and I go flying into the ashtray. Butts are flyin.. I was not happy with him and I think I had some whiskey that night because I plotted revenge for the next day, I say "I'm gonna fuck this guy up". Saturday morning we always go back to the bar for breakfast. He says "you gonna be at the bar for breakfast?" I say "yeah buddy, 20 minutes". That's when I start loading the quarters into the sock. But yeah, whiskey makes me angry, I guess. Did anyone notice how the hitler youth haircut came back right around the time most of the wwii vets were pretty much all dead? The hipsters were scared of some old vet having a flashback to the war. "YOU.. NAZI.. BASTARD!!!" So my wife says to me while we're in the kitchen, out of nowhere, and I quote, "yeah I drop craisins" I'm thinking this is some new thing the kids are doing. Then she points to the floor and..there is a craisin. She says "watch this" and shoves a gigantic handful in her mouth and a few fall on the floor. She then walks away Slava drug store story. "What kind of a name is that?!" Shia vs. Tink The wiener dog comes in the house, if it smells the cat, he goes crazy. (Killed the neighbor tea cup something or another) the cat hears his collar and jumps up out of range and watches us shower the dog with love. ((Cats reaction is the punchline)) "What the fuck, that dude is trying to kill me!! Benedict friggin Arnolds" Danielle: "Willy Wonka" is like "Saw" for kids Never touch a mans belt buckle. Cuz they drape their balls over them while taking a piss "Hey lesbians, do you have your gloves in the car? They said yes. Well let's get a pickup game going! Hunters heroin people story - "she's sucking his DICK!" MMA fighter goes back in time to 1907. Breaks 1907's guys wrist because of his dumb boxing stance Lady at rite aid going through gender reassignment. I use my chip and she tells me to slide. I say "yeah we're going through a transitional phase right now" instantly realize what I just said Back to the bar. Being a smoker you know everybody's car.. you've seen them come and go enough because you're that much of an alcoholic and smoke on the half hour for the six hours you're there. (Well not you, me) So you'll walk up to the bar and be like "oh hello, jacks car, let's just lift up your windshield wipers there buddy" or "oh yup, Old Man Roy parked like a dick again.." Or "Hey look! there's Kevin's truck, let's draw a dick on it". <---Another thing about being a smoker that brings me joy, is watching the horror on people's faces when they scape the plastic underneath their bumper when pulling to close to the curb. I always give a look implying "you just fucked up your bumper!" Bar, Interior: If I'm on my phone and you come sit next to me at the rail, do not get on your phone, cuz then I feel like we look like assholes and I put my phone away.. But I still have shit to do so you're really being a real monkey wrench in my operation People who do bird calls: trying to trick birds? Stock internet passwords make you seem like an insane person. Jolly ocean 3, rapid pineapple 0. An insane person looks at it and goes "....that works. No need to even change it.." Bevmo event planner needs an option for your alcoholic friends. 3 pictures. What do your friends look like at the end of the night; 1. Someone smiling 2. Hot mess 3. Just a toilet Sleeping in the wrong car overnight My wife put my jerk off blanket out for people to use. "You sicko!! You were gonna let my friends use that blanket" I'm thinking of the scenario where somebody goes to grab and I say "oh that's my baby blanket, I don't know how that got out here, let me get you another one.." And..((eyebrow)) I wouldn't be lying about the baby blanket thing. Old men's memory's are bad because their spank banks are 70 years full. Head Bobbers of Noddingham My wife said "you know how I know you're an alcoholic? Because your handwriting is shit but your numbers are beautiful. Signing tabs everyday for the last 10 years will do that" You know what really freaks out the ladies? When you immediately realize what you did wrong. You start apologizing too soon and it somehow makes things much worse. So if you one day have an immediate realization about something you did wrong... Play the dumb card for a day or 3 to make it seem like you've put deep thought into your mistake. Skinny guys dating fat chicks: what if she gets cold, how can you share your jacket?! My dad was adopted and finally did that genetics test •"spit"• hey, we're Irish. That makes a ton of sense. Too much whiskey and all of the sudden I get ridiculous agry Power went out in target. Here's how weird I am: I stole a snoop dogg cd and a Björk cd. To all women: if one is partaking upon a banana in public, use a knife. This will discourage onlookers. #yesallwomen Anyone old enough to send away "proof of purchases" for a prize from the back of a cereal box? Had to ask your mom for $2.50 to cover shipping and handling.. Waiting for it made you realize there is no true instant gratification. The waiting! Everyday: did it arrive, mother?!... No? (sulk away) then FINALLY when your 6 piece Lego set shows up you think: "I'm 27 I don't care about Legos anymore!" (Needs a tag) ((maybe:)) but I forgot to pull out when I was 21 so my 6 yr old will enjoy it) Old phone when unlocked will have a random screen of something from earlier. Sometimes it's porn. Gotta be careful Nowadays you see an old lady walking around and you think "that lady looks as old as my grandma when I was 9. She's got the old lady hair, the old lady sweater, old lady shoes, old lady jewelry" but then she has some rockin' tits! They do a "facelift" for those titties Gotta be careful watching porn with headphones. The getting caught factor isn't even what I mean, I leave one ear off for that. I only do les porn with headphones. cuz you don't need some dude "ugh ugh ugh! Oh Ya baby suck that cock" RIGHT IN YOUR ear. Not what I'm goin for there. White people always put housin sauce in the pho. Next to the bar I go to is a pho place. Smoking with Paul Teaching us how after we go in drunk.. (Housen sauces for dippin the meat)((white people put it in the broth)) "oh really?? Cut to me at home- it's delicious!!" Free bottle of siracha Pouring the old pho in the toilet ("how else do you get rid of old pho?!") How pissed off are you when someone in a Tesla SUV doesn't open their back doors? "Lemme see that back to the future sheeeit!" Old guy coughing sounds like someone taking crap to you. "What the hell did you say to me, old man?

[thehungoverwriter]

A list of things that happened yesterday accompanied by rambling

Things that happened yesterday  Wake up at 8 Fall asleep and wake back up at 10 Chill Rocket League  Joint when Matas woke up around noon Skate to uni Greet uni mates  Deliver a pair of drunkenly borrowed shades to uni mate from lower semester whom I've tutored Get free pint because uni is celebrating a good review Shoot "Aha moment" video for uni assignment https://drive.google.com/folderview?id=0ByCbTk5hgTlKMFNldEpnWkpRc2s Get several more free pints and hang out in the sun with bunch of uni friends  Beers and cigarettes, really wonderful to see Sidsel Hjertmann and Rie. Mads Topp and Mads Sensei as usual. Slightly salty but honest and direct is Topp. "Where's Mathias is he coming at all lately it's like there's been a huge wall between him and magnus and the rest of the world". And he's right, too, they've both been smoking a ton of weed. But I have too. I think we all agree that we've been smoking a lot. Havetha cut down on that.  Rie is a godsend. I met up with her at Nordkraft the day before yesterday, and initially I didn't hug her. I'm so awkward and bad. But then later I just downright went over to her group and kinda looked shyly at her opening my body up as if to ask for a hug. She immediately (see? literally a godsent woman is she) stood up and we hugged. And the thing is, she doesn't hug like anybody else I've met. She embraces you with her whole heart, soul, body and mind. She plants a sapling in your soul, sprouting into a small tree that will grow within, inviting the kind of soulful peace only a tree can bring.  In reality she just hugs me really tightly and lingers, letting the hug last a few seconds. God sent.  Where was I? Beers and cigarettes? Yeah that went on for a few hours with uni arrangement, and then when the sun went away we took shelter inside, where the usual "fredagsbar" was going on. Greeted Pernilla's friendly ex boyfriend, as well as Camilla, the girl I went on my first date with. They work at the bar and serve beers, so it's nice because it's like you get to exchange a few words and then it's expected of you to dip out again.  Mathias joined at some point, to the (mildly surprised) delight of everyone. His face shined in a way it hasn't in a long time. He's told me he was very happy he went, and that he really struggled with doubts before finally getting on that freaking bus.  Oh! I skated to uni. That was a really nice ride. It's gotta be said. It feels awesome to skate. It's particularly noticeable at the bus station. Coming in on bus, you're literally a part of a mass transportation. You're everybody. Coming in on a skateboard? Well, I look badass coming into view on the bridge above, and then I skate down a really steep and narrow little bike path, where I've gotten past 30 kilometers per hour before. It's a thrill and yet it feels comfortable enough for me. Free adrenaline more or less oh my god I hope mum never finds out or sees this note.  Anyway, yeah, then I skate down the middle of the road, with loads of people in or waiting on, busses, literally getting to be somebody rather than everybody. (jeez this guy sure seems full of himself)  Later on the day when the bar was kinda finishing up (it's run by students whom I don't think get paid so it's kinda natural that people go away so they can get off the hook) we went up to Topp's place, in the apartment building next to the uni building. Details are kinda foggy but nice people were there and so were the cigarettes and beers. I really enjoy getting to go outside with a smaller group of people - the smokers circle - because it's such a chill atmosphere out there. Things get more personal as people feel less judged and judgey, at least in my experience. Also, any time spent with Rie is time that is treasured. You know I apparently admitted my love for her during new years eve? She wrote me the day after, asking me how I felt, as apparently she had told me she'd prefer we stayed friends. I was completely fine with it, as I kinda figured already that she'd prefer that, and also because I know how much she loves Århus, and how she's planning to go there soon. So you know... It wasn't heartbreaking in any way, and yesterday we finally got to talk about that whole thing face to face, and cement the fact that we're still really good and close friends, who basically love each other, but who don't date.  Anyway, where was I? Oh, it was also lovely seeing Mille, who is apparently Topps new neighbor. After Topps party, which was really sort of a middle party or something like that, a party in between two other parties. Technically I got drunk at 4 separate events yesterday, the free bar that was put up to celebrate the good accreditation, then the Friday bar, then Topps private party and lastly an actual official big party, arranged by the other party committee in our building. That was also a really good party, lots of nice people, and comfortable atmosphere.  I had a moment with Sidsel Hjertmann where it was just us two, and she basically showered me with kind words. She was relentless it was awfully good. It was the first time perhaps ever, where I've thought about kissing someone.  Hmm. This is already really long, and I haven't described McDonald's and the walk home yet, or the incredibly fun cart Mathias dragged me around on when we got silly drunk. I want to finish with a few words about Sidsel..  Sidsel is good. Emphatically and wholesomely good. She's a hero. A soulful, beautiful heart. She's so pure. Angelic. She's the kind of girl who loves the entire world and yet she is dead set on righting wrongs and making sure that people get to live good lives. She's incredibly strong, and I think she's starting to know that. At least I hope she does.