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ruki--mukami · 2 years ago

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So, dress up game made into an official tag?

BTW, are you planning the open interaction for August of will you continue one from July?

🧩 Yep, the dress up game is seen as an "event" of sorts to me, so I decided to give it its own tag much like the other memes, special occasions, and holidays seen on this blog. It's also an attempt at me organizing my blog since a lot of my posts are all over the place given how there's over 4.4K of them now.

Also, I planned on being a lot more active with the July open interaction, but as you can see I got distracted by other things going on the blog. Sorry to those I haven't replied to yet, but I'm hoping to extend it to August since that's still summer time for me anyways and it lines up, ahahaha. So, I've decided to keep that open for two months as opposed to the usual one, since it was the open interaction with the most participants thus far. ^^ The first one (grocery shopping) had 12 different threads, the bite one had 7, and then the beach one totally blew those two out of the park with a whopping 16. I also don't want to punish those who haven't participated by neglecting their threads (unrelated to any event) either, but I've been slacking on those too honestly. Basically what I'm trying to say is — I hope to reply to everyone soon, no matter which thread it is.

For the August open interaction, I originally planned on doing a summer festival setting but now that I think about it, the Japanese festivals are usually to honor some kind of god or the changing of seasons from what I read. It's ironic for a Vampire to want to attend that, lmao. Though I suppose it doesn't have to be a religious thing, and on the plus side, Ruki gave a ton of kimonos out recently so it kind of fits HAHAHA. Definitely let me know what you think about the idea for those who are (or aren't) interested in a summer festival open interaction for August. I intended on alternating between open interactions in terms of cruel vs soft (grocery store - soft, random bite - cruel, beach - soft) which would mean the August one would have to be a bit dark to maintain that balance.

And since I've honestly got so many open interaction ideas, I'll probably spoil them under the cut for those who want to "prepare" in any sort of way. 🧩

So, I already mentioned that for August I had a summer festival idea planned, but I'll at least reveal what I anticipated for the remainder of the year.

September — I was going to do a Vandead Carnival type of thing, but honestly, that might be too similar to the festival activities, haha. I don't like to make things repetitive. However, I might make it a school open interaction instead after finding out more OCs attend the academy than I expected. Though I'm not sure what exactly they're going to do at school just yet (maybe partners for an assignment, maybe a library encounter, I'm still vacillating between options).

October — Now, here's where things get a little crazy. My friend suggested that Ruki should hold a Halloween event where he judges everyone's costumes for the fun of it (there is no "ranking" system or "winner" or anything like that — he just wants to see people dress up, and I'm still working on the reasoning for that as well, haha). Of course, I will dress him up as well and perhaps even draw something over his sprite to align with the Halloween spirit. Really tempted to do a Vampire dressed up as a traditional Vampire for the laughs again.

November — I think an open interaction where you cook with Ruki might be cute. Hoping to make him invite the person he's interacting with to the Mukami manor to help him test a recipe of his choosing.

December — Of course, I'll be damned if I miss out the opportunity for a Christmas date. Yes, it's weird for Vampires to celebrate Christmas, but there is actually a Mukami Christmas special in Vandead Carnival so I'd like to create a similar atmosphere as that. I already did one like that last year where they went shopping together but we don't talk about my 2021 writing. So, instead of Christmas shopping, I'd like to plan something more romantic. By then, I'm hoping his current relationships will be more fleshed out, and for any newcomers, it could be a ploy for Ruki to bite them later most likely.

I got more ideas cooking in my head but I don't want to reveal too much.

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aalbedo · 4 years ago

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injured!tartaglia x reader (part 2)

part two of this

request: Hello I absolutely loved your one shot of Tartaglia helping an injured reader sdjgksjfkf if you don't mind I'd like to request a part 2 where reader asks him the story behind that big scar he pointed out? Maybe reader finds HIM injured and returns the favor and asks about his other scars while they treat his wounds?? Ahaha reader's just like "fuck I can't just leave you here to bleed out but don't you dare think this means I care for you or anything" lmao

format: two-parter (again, read part one first)

ship: tartaglia x reader

tags: fluff, reader is the traveler-ish (a completely separate character from aether and lumine, but still the traveler, does that make sense?), author forgets basic wound care halfway into the fic

warnings: blood, mildly graphic depiction of injury, stitches and needles

words: 3027

notes: hey so uhhhhhhhh i kinda went off the rails with this one, i didn't really follow the prompt in some points since uh... the part about the stories behind the scars... i kinda forgot about that... or like... eh you'll see, anyway, - banner still fucked up it will be fixed i prommy

Despite the high number of hilichurl camps, abyss mages, fatui agents, ruin hunters and ruin guards, Lisha was still one of your favorite places to explore, it was full of treasure chests to open, sweet flowers to pick and ore to mine. Plus, the atmosphere managed to still be peaceful, the open fields where the sun would shine uninterrupted for hours and hours on end were your favorite place to sit down and bask in the sunlight.

Your leg was still recovering from the tough hit you had taken a few weeks prior, which meant that you had to take more breaks while adventuring. Not that you would complain, taking breaks, putting some numbing cream on your wound, eating some reinvigorating food and drinking fresh water was just as satisfying as exploring.

After resting for about half an hour, you decided to get up, careful not to put any pressure on your injured leg. You threw your bag over your shoulder and walked north-west, towards the road to the chasm.

In the distance, you started hearing sounds of fighting, and as you got closer to them, you could see a tall figure fighting not one, but two separate ruin hunters, with a bow. It was too far away to see the person’s face, but you had half an idea of who it could be.

Then, out of nowhere, a bright purple flash, and in less than a second the ruin hunters were both on the ground, completely destroyed. Yep, it’s Tartaglia.

You thought about turning away and changing your direction before he could see you. You had already reluctantly thanked him for helping you that day, as well as paying for your medication out of his own pocket, but you still felt like you owed him a favor that you really did not want to fulfill. He was still the guy that almost destroyed Liyue, and made you fight for your life, despite everything.

Until you saw him fall to his knees, and as he turned to face your direction you could see his chest covered in blood.

You acted on instinct, ignoring your brain telling you to leave him alone, that he could tend to his own wounds, and you sprinted towards him. He may be an asshole, but you just want to avoid him, not leave him to die.

He was resting his back on a wall, head thrown back. Even from far away, you could see that he was breathing heavily. That same backpack you had seen on him the day he helped you was now sitting next to him, his left hand already rummaging through it.

His head shot up, he had definitely heard you coming towards him, his eyes widened as you kneeled down right in front of him and got a better look at his condition. You could see a cut crossing his chest, from his right shoulder to the middle of his torso, right over his heart. His grey coat was soaked in blood, as it pooled on the bend of his hips and slid down to the ground.

“So you do care about me.” he broke the silence, struggling to talk through heavy breaths and groans. He was completely out of breath, covered in blood, definitely in pain, and all he could think about was joking.

“I don’t. Just because I hate you, it doesn’t mean I want to see you dead.” You didn’t have time to get mad at him. “Also - I owe you a favor, I guess.” The only thought in your head was to help him, so you did not think twice before quickly unbuttoning his coat and undercoat and moving them out of the way.

You got a look at his chest and through the blood you could see several other scars, most of them looked years old, a few of them looked pretty large, carving his chest and abdomen. You wondered if his entire body looked like this, and why his face didn’t.

“Like what you see?” he joked again, his voice sounded hoarse, strained, very clearly struggling to talk. You sighed, couldn’t he just shut up for a minute?

You turned to your own bag to pull out anything you might need to help him. Potions, numbing cream and even a stitching kit laid next to you. You had bought the kit after that day, and started learning how to stitch wounds.

“No,” you dismissed him again. He whined quietly, you weren’t sure if it was because of your response or the wound.

All of the sudden, you felt… fear? Fear of what? Him passing out? And anger, at the fact that he wasn’t taking the situation as seriously as you were. He could easily die from this wound and all he was doing was making jokes.

You quickly started cleaning the blood with a cloth in one hand, while holding a bottle of antiseptic potion in your left, ready to pour it on top of the cut. You were being quick, passing your hand over his chest as fast as you could, trying to gather all the blood while avoiding the open skin, but there was so much of it that in mere seconds the cloth was soaked and completely useless.

You looked up at him and he was staring at the ground, his eyes completely unfocused. “Childe,” you called him and he squeezed his eyes closed, “try to stay awake.”

“Easy to say,” he muttered. At least he was awake.

You threw away the bloody cloth, and poured the antiseptic potion directly on his scar with no warning. Despite knowing that you were just helping him, a wave of guilt washed over you as you heard him cry out from the pain and throw his head back, wincing again when he hit the wall.

Half a bottle of potion and another clean cloth drenched in blood later, the wound had completely stopped bleeding, and you finally breathed out all the tension you were holding in your body.

His face, and body, were completely pale from the blood loss. His mouth was agape, eyelids half closed - looking at you, he sighed, barely letting any air out. You glared back, but by the way his head was positioned, you couldn’t help but look at his lips, the way they moved slightly every time he breathed out, they seemed so… soft, sweet. You brushed aside a thought that had snaked into your brain. His mouth curled up and he barked a laugh, but he stopped immediately and groaned again. Had he noticed that you were looking?

“Don’t laugh, it’ll hurt you,” you reminded him as you threw away the second blood drenched cloth.

“Sure,” he replied, voice still strained. “Whatever you say.”

You find a third cloth, the only clean one you had left, used some water from your bottle to make it damp and used it to wash your hands.

“Don’t talk either,” you looked at him as you opened a small glass jar containing numbing cream. “What were you thinking, being here alone and fighting two ruin guards?” He opened his mouth. “Don’t answer, you’ll tell me later.”

“I was just collecting some debts when those two attacked me.” He groaned again.

“I said, don’t talk if it hurts.” You made it clear from your tone that you were annoyed at the way that he was acting.

You dipped a couple of fingers into the cream, and hesitated before placing your bare hand on his chest, carefully placing the cream around the wound, so that he would not feel pain when you would be stitching it closed. As you got a better look at the cut, you noticed how the skin had been basically mangled, it looked like it would not be an easy recovery.

“You look like you know what you’re doing,” he pointed out, before groaning again. You were starting to wish you had taped his mouth with something.

“Because I know what I’m doing, I’m not an idiot. And you’re making me regret helping you, just shut up already.”

“Make me.”

Your hand froze over his skin. You moved your eyes back up to him, trying to decipher his expression. Was that an invitation, or just teasing? He hadn’t even tried to put on a smug face, his expression just looked tired and worn out, which made it even harder to decipher.

The longer you looked at him, the weirder it would get, you would have to do something before it got awkward and that thought from earlier slammed back into your head.

You wanted to wish you had run the other way, but the truth was that you were glad you hadn’t. Maybe it was all of the tension you had accumulated while seeing all that blood flow out of him, maybe it was the heavy lidded look he was giving you, but you placed your clean hand on the side of his face, cupping his cheek. His eyes widened, mouth parted ready to say something, but, before he could, your lips were on his.

The kiss was fast, you pulled back almost immediately and averted his gaze right away. You could feel him staring at you as you put your hand back into the jar and picked up some more cream.

“I didn’t think you would actually-” he didn’t finish the sentence.

You quickly caught a glimpse of his expression before focusing on taking care of the wound. You contained a laugh as you saw him look absolutely dumbfounded and flustered, he had seriously been rendered completely speechless by what could barely be considered a kiss. If he hadn’t lost that much blood that day, his cheeks would definitely be red.

Honestly, you couldn’t believe what had happened either. You couldn’t believe you had even done it. You could’ve just laughed it off and kept medicating him in silence. But you were glad that you didn’t.

Neither of you uttered a word for a while, and even though the atmosphere wasn’t explicitly awkward, you wished he would say something. After a thick layer of numbing cream and several minutes of silence, you finally gathered the courage to look back at him. He was clearly pretending to look away, as if he hadn’t spent the entire time looking at you working.

“Is the pain gone? Can I stitch it now?” Your voice came out unexpectedly soft. You touched the skin around the wound, waiting to get a reaction from him.

His head snapped back to face you, and he nodded. “Can’t feel a thing,” he said as he touched his own chest. “I can stitch it though, if you wa- Ah!” He lifted his right arm, the injured one, and immediately stopped mid-air, “fuck- shit, not this,” he almost yelled.

“You ripped a tendon.” You gently took his right arm, putting it back down for him, and looked at his shoulder. “I’ll stitch it, don’t worry - I’ve learned.”

He didn’t say anything, and you took it as permission. You opened the kit you had bought at Bubu pharmacy weeks prior: recurved needle, thread and tweezers. You could feel Tartaglia’s gaze on you as you struggled passing the thread through the needle, but in the end you managed to do it.

As you hovered over the wound, your gaze fell on a large scar, the one that would normally be visible from over his coat on his neck, and it went down over the left side of his body down until his hip. It looked pretty old, but it was still very visible.

“Can I ask you… how did you get that?”

“Mh?”

You pointed at the scar with your pinkie and slightly traced over it, “this scar, what happened?”

He followed your finger with his gaze, and kept his eyes on the scar even as you moved back to the still open wound. “Oh, that?” You passed the needle through the skin and pulled it out on the other side. “I was 14.”

You saw some blood trickle from the cut as you carefully pulled the thread and passed the needle through one more time. By the way he had spoken, you felt like he was going to continue talking, so you didn’t interrupt.

“Uhm, when I was 14, I-” you heard him pass his tongue over his lips, “the Abyss, you know.” You nodded quietly as you passed the needle through a few more times.

“You don’t have to talk about it, if you don’t want to,” you reassured him, you knew that it was a pretty sensitive topic, or at least you imagined it would be. You stitched a few more loops with ease, getting progressively more comfortable with what you were doing.

“It’s fine, I- I was in-” his voice was starting to shake the slightest bit, but you noticed the change of tone in his voice.

You finally reached the end, and you cut the thread, tying it tightly at the end. You put the needle and the tweezers back into their container.

“I had to fight this… huge- and when-” once you looked up at him, you realized how lost in thought he was, looking at his scar, unable to take his eyes off it, he was probably getting some flashbacks. “I-” his voice cracked, his lower lip trembled ever so slightly, and you could not bear it anymore. Without even thinking about it, you grabbed the side of his face and dragged him in for an actual, proper kiss.

He fell right into it and reciprocated immediately, placing his left hand on the side of your waist. It was sweet, and tender, and you got a better feel of what his lips were like: just as soft as they looked.

You pulled back first once again, and as you got to look at his surprised face, eyebrows raised and everything, your mind started racing. You had just kissed not just a Fatui, not just a Harbinger, but the Harbinger that had tried to kill you, that manipulated you and that nearly destroyed Liyue for the second time. And he was sitting in front of you looking like an idiot.

You couldn’t figure out what you were feeling, but there was something going on deep in your chest, and stomach.

“This doesn’t mean anything,” you quickly clarified before he could say anything. “Neither of them do, they were just to shut you up.”

“Were they?” he asked. And just like that, he came full circle back to the false smugness.

You really, really did not want to think about the weird feeling that was growing in your stomach. “Look at what I got from Baizhu.” From your bag, you pulled out a thick strip made out of cotton and a small vial full of Slime concentrate.

“You’re avoiding the question.”

“What do they mean to you?” you bit back, waiting to see if he would face the question himself, or back out like a hypocrite.

“What did you get from Baizhu?”

You both chuckled, and you noticed his bare chest rising and falling back down as he laughed. “He said it’s a new type of bandaging, you use slime concentrate to stick it to the skin.”

He lifted an eyebrow. “I don’t love the sound of that, actually.”

“I was skeptical too the first time I tried it, but trust me - it’s much more comfortable.” You heard him sigh in defeat as you already spread some of the slime condensate over the strip, and set down the half empty vial. “It won’t hurt.”

“Do you promise?”

He looked into your eyes with a relaxed expression, you looked right back. “I promise,” you replied with a kind smile, before turning your attention to the strip and stuck it over the wound, carefully placing it so that it would cover the entire cut.

“All done,” you said as you started getting up, but you felt a hand grabbing your arm, another one grabbing the side of your face, and tugging you back down, and before you could realize it your lips were once again on Tartaglia’s.

You couldn’t help but reciprocate the kiss, his lips were still soft, and at that point you felt like you could get used to them. The kiss was exactly as gentle as the one before, you could feel your fluttering in your chest as Tartaglia’s thumb started gently rubbing your cheekbone.

He pulled back first this time, and as you opened your eyes back you could see a wide smile on his face.

“Sending me mixed signals, huh?” you pointed out.

“I told you, I never had anything against you personally,” he said as he put his clothes back on, trying to fix them as much as possible, despite the very clear cut on his chest and the blood covering them completely.

“I’m gonna need some time before I’ll believe that.” You got up and reached down a hand for him to get up. “You’re gonna need to prove it to me.”

He grabbed it with his non-injured hand and stood up beside you. “While you take your time, care to walk me to Bubu pharmacy, so I can buy some of these sticky bandages?” he asked, a wide smile still on his face.

“Sure,” you simply replied, picking up both of your back and tossing them over your shoulder.

You watched him move his injured arm slightly, to figure out how much he could move it. Unsurprisingly, not much.

He hummed. “I’m gonna have to take some time off from duty, hopefully they won’t kill me for it,” he said in a joking manner, but you could sense that he wasn’t kidding about the killing part.

“Well,” as you both started walking back to the harbor, you got an idea, “you could use the time off to show me that you truly don’t hate me.”

“Like what?” You could feel his gaze on you.

“Like, we could go out for dinner,” you suggested, keeping your eyes in front of you. “In a completely neutral way, and then see what happens from there.”

“Sounds good.”

“It’s a plan, then.”

#likes; comments and reblogs are incredibly appreciated!!!#next one is gonna be albedo x reader again lmao i cant leave the man alone #i'll try posting once a week i guess #more than that i just cannot do #genshin #genshin impact #genshin childe #gi #genshin tartaglia #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact childe #genshin impact tartaglia #tartaglia x reader #childe x reader #genshin childe x reader #genshin tartaglia x reader #how many fucking tags #x reader

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santastic · 4 years ago

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the big, bad wolf || hwang hyunjin oneshot

》》 pairing: hyunjin x female reader

》》 summary: every year, you and the boys celebrate halloween with a party at hyunjin's - who just so happens to be your mortal frenemy. every year, you all dress up. this year, however, you decide to make it a bit more interesting: everyone picks an outfit for their random secret santa partner. it seems like a bit of innocent fun, but felix has an idea...

》》 word count: 2.4k

》》 genre/tags: halloween au, not quite e2l but e2 like...sexy tension???, suggestive themes (mostly just implications), a little bit of crack lmao

》》 warnings: cliche cheesy dirty flirting (come on hyunjin you're better than this), thicc romantic and sexual tension, reader is a simp in denial, suggestive themes, implied smut at the end, talk of biting but no actual biting, reader has dom vibes, hyunjin is bold until someone else is bolder

》》 notes: my first oneshot on this blog! I already wrote a halloween drabble, but I felt like writing something bigger than that and my friend (I see u vi) inspired me by suggesting some spicy hyunjin content. n e ways, happy halloween everyone! and if u don’t celebrate halloween, I hope u have a lovely weekend <3

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Halloween is always fun with your friend group. I mean, it's fun anyway - lots of cheap candy, neighbourhood celebrations, an excuse to get way too drunk - it's just a lot more fun with eight other crackheads.

You guys have a sort of tradition going by now, even though each year is a bit different. Hyunjin throws the party, Minho brings the alcohol and hides it from Chan until it's too late to stop everyone from getting shitfaced, Jeongin and Felix bring ungodly amounts of candy, and Jisung is a skeleton (literally every single year - it started when you called Tate Langdon's skeleton makeup hot, and it never ended).

Everyone (except Jisung) keeps their costume a secret - unless they're Chan and Felix, in which case they do couple costumes and keep it a secret from everyone else. Sometimes you even decide on a theme, like the year before the last, where everyone was supposed to dress as their favourite Pokemon. This inevitably led to intense fighting roleplays to assert dominance as your respective type, and in order to spare your reputation in the neighbourhood, you decided the next theme would be a little less wild.

This year, the theme was 'secret Santa costumes', meaning you each picked a random name from a hat to decide who you would be buying a costume for and a few days before Halloween, you were given your own costume to wear to the party by whoever pulled your name from the hat of destiny.

Technically that's not how secret Santa works, but no one questions Chan when it comes to holiday business.

You just so happened to get Jisung, and while the temptation to keep the skeleton thing going just for the meme was definitely there, you ultimately decided he should be a classic bedsheet ghost - except with no eye or hand holes cut out. You know, to add a little sprinkle of chaos to his already very chaotic life.

The lovely boy who decided your spooky fate was Felix, who had coincidentally been in charge of buying Hyunjin’s costume too - when you asked why, he said it was because the number of people was uneven, so he had kindly volunteered to take on an extra. You had honestly expected him to pick something weird or wild for you, so you were quite surprised by the outfit he had settled on.

"Is this...little red riding hood?" you had asked, eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you stared at the dress and hood in your hands.

"Yep! I saw it the other day and I thought it would be nice to go for one of the classics, you know?" he had explained, smiling as if he was ever so proud about his decision. Something about the hint of mischief in his eyes made you suspicious, but you had let it slide. "You don't mind, right?"

No, you didn't mind. You had given Jisung a ghost costume, so you didn’t really have room to speak on the originality of Felix’s decision. Besides, the dress didn’t look too cheap, nor did it look especially short, and the hood-cape made you feel way too powerful for someone wearing a $20 Target costume.

So you really didn't mind at all, until it came to the day of the party. Now, as you stand in the doorway to Hyunjin’s apartment, you suddenly mind a lot more.

”Lee Felix, I’m going to decorate the lawn with your fucking intestines, oh my god!” you whisper-yell to the boy who conveniently manages to dart away with the excuse of needing to help Jeongin open all the candy bags. Your angry eyes follow his retreating blue form - Chan picked his outfit this year, and of course he decided Felix should be an Among Us character.

Everyone in the group knows about the slight tension (read: obvious beef) between you and Hyunjin. Technically speaking, you’re friends. He invites you to his parties, you hang out with him when he’s with the boys. It’s just that neither of you can stand each other, because you’re both very bold and even more stubborn.

Whenever the two of you are together, you bicker like children and it’s pretty much endless. You could probably throw insults (and the occasional murder threat) at each other all day if the other members didn’t interrupt, and on those days you’d be more than happy to teach Hyunjin a lesson with a nice, strong punch in the nose if the opportunity were ever to present itself.

So, with this in mind, it’s quite clear why you’re planning Felix’s murder when you see Hyunjin walking around as the big, bad wolf.

You’re genuinely considering sneaking out the front door before anyone else sees you and running back to your apartment (because Felix just so happens to be your ride home), but fate decides to mess with you and suddenly, Hyunjin locks eyes with you from across the living room.

The way a huge smile instantly graces his pretty face sends a rush of butterflies, followed by anger, through you as you stare back at him. His clip on wolf ears are admittedly quite cute, but the fake fangs he’s wearing send your thoughts in a very different direction. As he makes his way over, you suddenly wish you had followed Felix to the kitchen - at least they keep the alcohol in there. In his living room, you’ve got no choice but to deal with Hyunjin while sober.

”Well, would you look at that? Seems like I found my little red riding hood.” he teases with a wink, leaning against the wall beside the door.

When you scoff at him, he gives you another big grin and you can’t help but stare at the fangs again. The vibrant blue contact lenses he’s wearing make his gaze feel intense even when he’s smiling, and the way his long, blonde hair falls freely gives him a glow that’s both angelic and positively demonic. He looks so annoyingly handsome, as per usual; if only his personality wasn’t the personification of the words ‘cocky asshole’. You can’t help but think it’s a huge waste of beauty.

“Excuse me-” you begin, ready to start the first round of arguing, but he cuts you off like the annoying brat he is.

“You’re excused,” he says, thinking his comment was very smart, and if it wasn’t a night meant for fun and games, you might’ve killed him on the spot.

“Fine, excuse you. I’m not your little red riding hood. In fact, I’m not your anything, thank you very much,” you snap, brushing past his tall figure as you head to the table the boys have set up to the side. There’s an array of Halloween-themed food, prepared by Chan, and you settle for a red velvet cupcake decorated with black frosting and what you assume are meant to be cat ears poking out of it.

“Right, sure, but we’re still matching tonight. It’s kind of like-”

This time, you cut him off. “It’s not like Chan and Felix. It’s not. We’re not wearing couple costumes, so don’t say it.”

He shuts his mouth (finally) and you take it as your cue to leave before he says something else to piss you off. Unfortunately, he seems to have the desire to ruin your night further and chooses to follow you on your journey.

“So anyway, I guess this was Felix’s plan, right?” He gestures to your costumes. “Unless you had something to do with it, that is.”

You don’t bother to address the second part of what he said and instead just nod, scanning the room for the previously mentioned mastermind. As soon as you can get your hands on that boy, you swear you’ll slaughter him for subjecting you to Hyunjin’s torturous teasing all night.

“He was already on thin ice after trying to tell me Bulbasaur is a better starter than Charmander, but now he’s actually dead to me,” you growl out once you spot him sitting beside Minho, laughing happily with his classic red solo cup and a slice of chocolate cake. Jeongin sits beside them, tearing open bags of candy with no assistance from Felix, because of course he was lying about helping him earlier.

Hyunjin laughs softly and you curse your heart for skipping a beat at the sound. Sometimes it feels like your head hates Hyunjin while your body is stupid enough to like him, and it’s part of the reason why you hate talking to him so much. Every time you stop throwing insults and sass at him and instead sit back and listen to what he has to say, a part of you realises you don’t exactly have a proper reason for disliking him. He’s not all that bad, and sometimes you even find yourself laughing at his jokes and witty remarks.

But you’d really rather not go through the endless cycle of those thoughts right now, especially when the cause of your problems is standing beside you eating a chocolate bar.

“I have to say, though,” you comment as you turn to look him up and down, “the big, bad wolf concept suits you pretty well.”

Before he can accept the compliment, you continue. “You’re both big, hairy beasts who dress like grandmas.”

The obvious offence on his face is so satisfying you almost wanna snap a photo to reflect on this moment in the future, but you refrain from doing so. He would just pose anyway, and the photo would probably end up making your stupid heart flutter again.

“Well, at least you think I’m big. Besides, if dressing like a grandma gets me closer to eating you, then I suppose it’s a sacrifice I’ll have to make,” he whispers in a husky, seductive voice that kind of makes you want to choke-slam him, but you suspect he might enjoy that anyway.

It angers you when he makes flirty comments like that, because as annoying as they are and despite you knowing full well he only says it to get under your skin, it still makes your heart race every time. Maybe in another universe, Hyunjin is a sweet boy who innocently flirts with you and brings you roses instead of a big, bad bitch who’s just acting like a horny teenager. Annoyingly enough though, you think you’d fall for him either way.

You turn away with the intention of finally escaping to the kitchen to grab something to drink, hoping to settle the thoughts dancing around your head, but he reaches for your wrist. The feeling of his fingers pressing warmth into your skin just makes your head spin even more, and you’re so distracted you don’t pull away from him.

"Aw, don’t run away now. Are you scared of me, little red? There’s no need to be, I’m just joking. I won’t bite unless you beg me to."

You pull your arm back as soon as the words leave his mouth. Hyunjin has a lot of things (a severely irritating personality, a stupidly handsome face for such an asshole, a loud voice solely meant for pissing you off on a daily basis, the list goes on), but the thing he definitely has most is the fucking audacity.

However, the most annoying part by far is the way you feel your face heat up when you register the last thing he said. You’d rather die than let him make you flustered, so you shake your head slightly to clear those thoughts from your mind and look him in the eye again.

"Scared? Me?" you scoff, staring him down with a steady glare and if he was anyone else, he'd probably shiver in fear.

Unfortunately, he is not anyone else. He is Hwang Hyunjin, and Hwang Hyunjin does not shiver; he beams with a smug grin and makes your blood boil.

"Mhm. Look at you. You’re basically dressed as my prey tonight, babe." He purrs the pet name like the absolute fuckboy he is. "And sure, the real you is feisty, but you're all bark and no bite."

The overly confident, proud smirk on his face makes him look like a damn peacock flaunting its feathers, and you decide then and there that you'll do anything to get rid of it.

"All bark," you echo his words, walking towards him slowly, "and no bite, huh?"

You swear you see his eyes widen for a split second at your change in demeanor before the stupid smirk returns, and the little rush of victory you feel from catching him off guard is enough to keep you walking forward.

His gaze never leaves yours, especially when you're standing on the tips of your toes in front of him, noses just barely brushing against each other. Your hands grip his shoulder to balance you, and you run a finger over his collarbone up towards his cheek, where you gently cup his face. The small distance between the two of you means you can hear his slightly uneven breathing and see the curiosity swirling in his bright blue eyes as he waits for your next move.

You reach a hand up and thread your fingers through his long, bleach blonde hair, and his breath hitches when you gently tug at it. Even his wolf ears almost seem to droop submissively. He doesn't dare move, but his eyes keep flicking down to your lips and back up again.

"Now, that's just not true at all, is it?" you whisper, tilting your head as if waiting for an answer, but he can't find the words to form a witty response. It’s about time he learned some manners, really, even if he needed your guidance for that.

"I'm warning you now," you continue, "you might wanna watch your tone. I might look like your prey, but I promise I bite harder than you do, babe."

You make sure to emphasise the pet name, purring it in the same way he did minutes before. He bites down on his bottom lip, and the way his fangs press into them makes you lick your own lips nervously. It seems as though he can't take the tension anymore, because he goes to lean in and finally close the distance between the two of you as his hands find your hips.

Of course, you'd never let him have that control, especially after his bold attitude from earlier. Even though the temptation to lean in is certainly there, you step away from him and smile sweetly.

"Learned your lesson yet, puppy?"

He doesn’t respond for a moment, clearly still taking in what just happened. When he registers your question, he tilts his head to the side as if in thought - the way a dog might, funnily enough - before he hums quietly.

“I’m not sure. Maybe you should teach me once more, little red,” he suggests, voice low and slightly breathless, “but preferably a bit more in depth this time.”

- ᴇ ɴ ᴅ -

(A/N: AHHHHH I haven’t written a oneshot in SUCH a long time oh my god,,,,, it was a lot of fun tho even if I’m not super confident writing full things. this one was short anyway so I kinda feel like it doesn’t count, but I’m still v happy to finally post my first skz oneshot! I hope you enjoyed it and thank you for reading <3)

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spookysanta · 6 years ago

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Library. (t.h.) 📚

sugar daddy!tom hiddleston series PART II.

click here for PART I.

Summary: bookworm (Y/N) meets a certain Brit at the library and she immidiately is hooked.

WARNINGS: none

it’s literally been so long since i’ve written this lmao. i haven’t abandoned this series, y’all! i swear!

I sighed as I entered my apartment, taking my shoes off at the door and hanging my jacket on the hook. I saw my roomate, Lucia, sitting boredly on the couch watching television.

“Sup, weenie?” I greeted.

“Nothin’, bitch.” She smiled, watching me plop onto the couch. “What took you so long?”

“I met someone!” I squealed. “He’s really intellectual, and he’s into books, and he’s British, and—“

“Wait a minute.” She paused. “You took an hour and a half to get back from the library... for some guy?”

“Well, yeah. But we went for coffee, and we talked about books.”

“Books?” She repeated. “You went to get coffee with a guy and you talked about books.”

“Yep! He’s super smart.”

“He sounds old if you ask me.”

“He’s not old.”

“So he’s also in college?”

“Well, no, but—“

“Old!”

I laughed. “He’s not that much older than us.”

“So he’s what— twenty? twenty-one?”

“I don’t know. He’s older than that but I’m not positive.”

“So.... old.”

“No!”

“Bitch you’re a sugar baby!”

“I don’t think so.”

“I think so, the hell.”

My phone vibrated in my pocket. I pulled it out, seeing his name on the ID and grinning as I answered. “Hello?”

“Hey.” He responded. “It’s not a bad time, is it?”

“Disregarding the fact that it’s almost eleven o’clock, no, It’s not.” I chuckled. “What’s up?”

“I just wanted to ask you... if you’re up for brunch sometime.”

“Brunch?” I asked. “I’d love to!”

“Brilliant. So, we’ll work out a day in which we can and we’ll make it happen.”

“Wonderful.”

We finally decided to go to brunch in two weeks on a Saturday—after a multitude of dates during the week since we’d first gone out. And when I woke up that day, I couldn’t contain my excitement. After completing my morning routine, I quickly searched for something to wear.

I decided to wear a pair of leggings with a mustard yellow sweater and a grey scarf. While I was looking for shoes to wear, Lucia yelled at me to come downstairs.

“You’re not supposed to be here until noon,” I said in shock as I saw Tom sitting on my couch. “it’s only eleven-forty five.”

He stood once he saw me. “I know, but I couldn’t wait to see you. Are you ready to go?”

“Definitely.” I went to him and kissed his cheek. He smiled, offering me his arm and walking us out the door. “By Lu!” I chanted on my way out.

“So, tell me more about you,” He began, cutting his pancake stack into bits. “I only know the basics.”

“Well,” I chewed the food in my mouth, then swallowed. “I’m from D.C. — do you know where that is? That’s the U.S. capital— and I moved to Los Angeles for college last year.”

He chuckled, “Yes, sweetheart, I know where Washington, D.C. is.” He took a bite of his food. “So you’re in college?”

“Yes. I go to UCLA and I’m studying Business in Finance.”

His nose scrunched. “Finance?” He asked, and I nodded. “You’re into that?”

“Yes, Sir. I am.”

He shifted in his seat.

“Did you go to college?”

“I did, actually.” He mumbled, draping his arm over the booth he was sitting in. “I went to the University of Cambridge.”

I nodded. Smart-ass. “What’d you study?”

“Classics.”

“Come again?”

“Classics... like, Greek and Roman studies. Literature, history, all that.”

“Smart-ass.”

He laughed. “I’m not that smart— you’re the one studying finance, not me.”

“But I bet you could if you really wanted to.”

He nodded and wiped his mouth on his napkin, taking my hand in his. “Listen.. I understand it’s been a short while since we’ve met, but I’ve really taken a liking for you.”

“I like you too, Tom.”

“Good, because I was wondering if you’d like to.. to...—“

“—be your girlfriend?”

“For a lack of better words, yes.” He rushed. “What do you think?”

“I think that’s an amazing idea.”

The first thing that I decided to do as a part of currently being in a relationship with a self-proclaimed genius was to read more. “Tom,” I spoke as we were riding down the busy Los Angeles freeway. “What books do you like to read?”

“What do I like to read?” He repeated. I nodded. “Shakespeare, mainly.”

I frowned. Of all the authors.

“Seriously?”

“Yes, I do.” He pushed his glasses up with his middle finger. “The dialogue, I feel, is nothing less of intriguing.”

“You’re joking.”

“I’m not.” He chuckled, stopping the car when we got stuck in traffic and grabbing my hand. “You look positively gorgeous today, love.”

“Thank you.” I smiled. “My outfit’s kinda bummy, but thanks anyways.”

“Let me ask you a question.” He turned the radio down and looked at me, his blue eyes becoming a means of hypnotization. “How do you get around?”

“Come again?”

He pondered, seeming to readjust the phrasing of his sentence before speaking again. “When you go places, how do you get there?”

“Oh! I walk, usually.” I replied. He nodded slowly. “Sometimes, if the weather doesn’t permit, I take an Uber places also.”

“Uhn-uhn.” He shook his head. “We’re not doing that anymore.”

“How else would I get places? Are you gonna drive me everywhere?”

He shrugged. “Well, if I could, I would. But I was thinking more-so along the lines of you getting your own car— or at the very least, a driver.”

“How would I get one? I don’t have the money for either of those things.”

“I’ll get you one.”

“No you will not.”

“Yes, I will.” He sighed. “I don’t mind. I want to ensure that you get to where you need to go in a timely fashion without having to worry about cabs or relying on rides from your friends.”

“Tom, I appreciate the gesture, I really do, but you don’t have to do that.”

“Again. I don’t mind. In fact, if you’ll let me, I’ll buy you a car and pay for it so you don’t have to.”

“I won’t let you do that.” I shook my head. “I love that you’d do that for me, but I don’t think it’s necessary.”

“Pfft. Please,” he scoffed, the traffic in front of us moving again. “it’s totally necessary. We’re gonna get you a car, and it’d be my honor to do so.”

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mochibat · 5 years ago

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50 Things You’ve Never Been Asked

Tagged by @all-ringils-blazing <3

What is the colour of your hairbrush? Pink. Its one of those wet brushes. I have a tiny leopard print one too.

Name a food that you never eat. That octopus salad my grandparents eat with the tiny raw ass octopus legs x_x

Are you typically too warm or too cold? Too warm. I’m an aries generator.

What were you doing 45 minutes ago? Cleaning my kitchen.

What is your favourite candy bar? I’m not sure? Maybe heath or skor

Have you ever been to a professional sports game? Nope.

What is the last thing you said out loud? Singing something.

What is your favourite ice cream? Chocolate or pistachio.

What was the last thing you had to drink? Water

Do you like your wallet? Yep, I got a nice designer one for really cheap.

What was the last thing you ate? Toast with butter

Did you buy any new clothes last weekend? Nope. Just dying at work and don’t want to go to stores and bother the workers.

The last sporting event you watched? I don’t really watch that.

What is your favourite flavour of popcorn? Just butter, or caramel

Who is the last person you sent a message to? My brother who sent me a meme lol

Ever been camping? Nah

Do you take vitamins? Yes, I’m anemic so I take iron and I also am trying to take my regular multi ones everyday lol

Do you go to church every Sunday? Haaaa lol

Do you have a tan? No, but hopefully I’ll get to go to the beach this summer to attempt one again. I burn easily though.

Do you prefer Chinese food over pizza? Pizza, specifically margherita or one with goat cheese

Do you drink your soda with a straw? I don’t drink soda.

What colour socks do you usually wear? Any lol depends on if they’re showing in my outfit. Then I’d make sure they go with it.

Do you ever drive above the speed limit? I don’t drive since I’m from New York but I don’t think anyone drives at the exact speed limit anyway lol

What terrifies you? Real life crime, which seems to fucking follow me around and further scare me.

Look to your left, what do you see? A chocolate cake scented candle

What chore do you hate most? Making the fucking bed. I can’t stand it. But luckily my s/o does it every time and I’m extremely grateful lol @unorthodoxphotographyguy

What do you think of when you hear Australian accent? I think of the youtubers my s/o watches.

What’s your favourite soda? I don’t drink soda lol

Do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive? I don’t like fast food too much either, only like two barely. But I like to go it rather than use the drive thru.

What is your favourite number? Maybe 3? Maybe 5? I like 7 a lot too.

Who’s the last person you talked to? My s/o

Favourite cut of beef? Look man, steak is steak lol I eat any of it.

Last song you listened to? Catch Hell Blues by The White Stripes

Last book you read? Cover to cover? I don’t remember the title but it was a comic book my s/o gave me of people that reminded him of us lol

Favourite day of the week? Sunday

Can you say the alphabet backwards? Nah lol

How do you like your coffee? Espresso, only a little bit of sugar and milk if I’m in the mood for it.

Favourite pair of shoes? My pointed toe buckled ankle boots <3

The time you normally get up? Depends when I have work he night before. 10am?

What do you prefer, sunrise or sunsets? I like sunrise but I don’t usually get to see it lol

How many blankets on your bed? Three, I’m a blanket hog apparently and also alligator roll at night. So we have the main comforter and then our own blankets on top lol

Describe your kitchen plates. They’re black in an octagon shape. They come with white too.

Describe your kitchen at the moment? Noice since I cleaning it again.

Do you have a favourite alcoholic drink? I don’t normally have a favorite. I like a lot of the strong tasting stuff. I’m not too picky unless it tastes like rubber bands.

Do you play cards? Aaaaaah yep if I have company. In my very first university years I was always carrying a pack of cards in my bag for our breaks lol like a damn gambler

What colour is your car? I don’t have a car but my s/o’s car is black and we bought it together lol

Can you change a tire? I’m not sure I could do it by myself but I’ve done it a lot of times with my s/o and also oil changes.

Your favourite state? I don’t know yet. We’re still trying to find that one good one to live in.

Favourite job you’ve had? I miss working at a mom and pop pet store. Super interesting both the people and animals that came in. And you learn so much. Management and pay sucked so much ass though lol

How did you get your biggest scar? From my brother. When he was little he had sharp nails and we got into a fight so he scratched down the top of my hand and it’s a long one lol He also gave me a scar down the middle of my cupids bow the same way too and similar under my bottom lip lol Me and my siblings were wild don’t ask lmao

I’ll give everyone a rest so I’ll tag who ever wants to do this tag :3

#tagged

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gothicmangos-blog · 6 years ago

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Get To Know Me Uncomfortably Well

(This tag was not created by me, it’s by @marcymakemagic. I wan’t to do it since it seemed fun.)

PLEASE DON’T LET THIS FLOP AHHHH

1. What is your middle name? - Nikole

2. How old are you? - 21

3. When is your birthday? - June 17

4. What is your zodiac sign? - Gemini

5. What is your favorite color? - Army Green

6. What’s your lucky number? - 13

7. Do you have any pets? - Nope

8. Where are you from? - Missouri, USA

9. How tall are you? - 5′8″ (172.7 cm)

10. What shoe size are you? - 7.5

11. How many pairs of shoes do you own? - 15 I think

12. What was your last dream about? - I was kissed by Jungkook :]

13. What talents do you have? - drawing, singing, writing lyrics, just being creative.

14. Are you psychic in any way? - Not really, but there’s been times when I’d predict something would happen, or I’d have dreams about something and then it would happen later that week it would happen. I’m also known go be very lucky.

15. Favorite song? - “Ooh La La La” by EXO

16. Favorite movie? - Ride Along is a funny one, but I don’t really think I have a favorite. As long as Kevin Hart is in it, I’m happy.

17. Who would be your ideal partner? - Someone I’m not afraid to be goofy with and treats me like a princess.

18. Do you want children? - Not really. I’m kinda terrible with kids. Now if you mean children as in dogs, then yes, I WANT THEM ALL!!

19. Do you want a church wedding? - I’ll just do whatever feels right, but honestly that’s probably what’ll happen anyways.

20. Are you religious? - Yep

21. Have you ever been to the hospital? - Who hasn’t? I mean we’ve all been born right?? :]

22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law? - Nope, I’m an angel

23. Have you ever met any celebrities? - Yes, I met Christina Grimmie 2 years before she passed. The day I met her was one of the best days of my life. R.I.P, love~.

24. Baths or showers? - Showers

25. What color socks are you wearing? - Black and yellow, black and yellow, black and yellow, black and yellow.

26. Have you ever been famous? - pfffffffffffffttttttt..... no

27. Would you like to be a big celebrity? - Maybe not huge where people are stalking me and paparazzi are everywhere, but a lil fame is alright c:

28. What type of music do you like? - K-Pop, Indie pop, rock, acoustic shit <:

29. Have you ever been skinny dipping? - nope, but maybe it’ll happen someday ;)

30. How many pillows do you sleep with? - 9

31. What position do you usually sleep in? - curled up on my side

32. How big is your house? - 3600 sq ft... i think

33. What do you typically have for breakfast? - nothing... because I don’t wake up till the afternoon.

34. Have you ever fired a gun? - nerf

35. Have you ever tried archery? - I want to

36. Favorite clean word? - Fudge-nuggets or oof

37. Favorite swear word? - dick? Is dick a swearword? Nah? okay then, i don’t have a favorite because I’m an “angel” c;

38. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep? - 26 hours

39. Do you have any scars? - This past summer I cut my finger on a can of soup and there’s a weird bubble of re-attached skin on my ring finger where it happened.

40. Have you ever had a secret admirer? - Stalkers? Oh yep, plenty of those.

41. Are you a good liar? - I can’t lie to save a life.

42. Are you a good judge of character? - most of the time.

43. Can you do any other accents other than your own? - English accent, a bit of an oriental accent, pikachu, stitch from lilo and stitch, goofy..

44. Do you have a strong accent? - nope, i don’t even have one.

45. What is your favorite accent? - As long as i can understand you, then that’s good

46. What is your personality type? - sarcastic, funny, lazy, shy sometimes but crazy other times.

47. What is your most expensive piece of clothing? - My DAY6 Youth Tour Hoodie.

48. Can you curl your tongue? - Yep, I can turn it upside down and also touch my nose with it too.

49. Are you an innie or an outie? - innie

50. Left or right handed? - Right

51. Are you scared of spiders? - yes

52. Favorite food? - Cake

53. Favorite foreign food? - Korean BBQ and Gyoza (Japanese dumplings).

54. Are you a clean or messy person? - messy tbh

55. Most used phrase? - I’m okay, I’m good, Okie dokie.

56. Most used word? - Oof, hellurr, idk, lmao

57. How long does it take for you to get ready? - like 2 hours lol

58. Do you have much of an ego? - kinda-ishhh. My ego is bigger on the internet.

59. Do you suck or bite lollipops? - suck and lick >__>

60. Do you talk to yourself? - All the time

61. Do you sing to yourself? - I sing what I say to myself cuz im a weirdo

62. Are you a good singer? - I’m aight.

63. Biggest Fear? - Stage fright, airplanes, moths, absolute silence, losing friends and loved ones

64. Are you a gossip? - not really. idc about gossip anymore

65. Best dramatic movie you’ve seen? - I honestly have no idea.

66. Do you like long or short hair? - both are fine. I prefer long on me though.

67. Can you name all 50 states of America? - yes, and in alphabetical order too.

68. Favorite school subject? - Art, astronomy, photography.

69. Extrovert or Introvert? - depends on the situation, but a little bit of both.

70. Have you ever been scuba diving? - nope

71. What makes you nervous? - confrontation, going places alone, public speaking.

72. Are you scared of the dark? - a bit.

73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes? - One of my pet peeves.

74. Are you ticklish? - please don’t tickle me... it’s torture ;~;

75. Have you ever started a rumor? - nope

76. Have you ever been in a position of authority? - nah

77. Have you ever drank underage? - once

78. Have you ever done drugs? - nope

79. Who was your first real crush? - Andrew from fourth grade

80. How many piercings do you have? - none, except the one in my heart when someone says that they hate BTS.

81. Can you roll your Rs?“ - nope, but my friend can purr and I’m jealous.

82. How fast can you type? - pretty damn fast, thank you very much.

83. How fast can you run? - I don’t

84. What color is your hair? - Brown

85. What color is your eyes? - Grey Blue; sometimes they can be green too.

86. What are you allergic to? - Exercise xD

87. Do you keep a journal? - Yes, it is dedicated to Kpop c: I’ll show it someday

88. What do your parents do? - dad works at the city waterplant, and mom stays home taking care of my brother, me and my grandmother

89. Do you like your age? - It’s a good age, except I hate responsibility

90. What makes you angry? - Lots of things

91. Do you like your own name? - Yeah it’s fine

92. Have you already thought of baby names, and if so what are they? - kinda, but for dogs xD

93. Do you want a boy a girl for a child? - girl tho

94. What are you strengths? - bowling and being lazy

95. What are your weaknesses? - not eating... don’t want to talk about it

96. How did you get your name? - ... my parents gave it to me?

97. Were your ancestors royalty? - I’m somehow related to Isaac Newton, but he aint royalty.

98. Do you have any scars? - ... I THOUGHT I ALREADY ANSWERED THIS QUESTION?? ABOUT MY BUBBLE FINGER.

99. Color of your bedspread? - Purple and black. 100. Color of your room? - Purple..

I PURPLE YOU!!!

Thanks for reading if you did. :*

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macbookpro-hard-drive · 7 years ago

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barbecues [jeremy h. x fem!reader]

like what i do? consider buying me a coffee!

barbecues. other musical characters make appearances. while two of them are gonna be suuuper obvious where they’re from, i’d honestly love to hear if anyone recognizes the other two without googling em lmao

also this is a gift to @bemorejermy which is why its a gendered reader lyss i love u

warnings: general language warning + theres some lil neck smooches lmao

The moment you saw your dad start to clean off the grill, you knew what time it was. Your family always had at least one barbecue over summer, inviting your parent’s coworkers and friends and having a whole party out of the entire thing. You had never really considering whether your friends would be interested in coming - most of the time, they were off doing their own things for summer vacation and you couldn’t invite them anyway. This year, it rang true again - almost everyone was off visiting family, or in another country or another state, or on a boat somewhere. But you were lucky enough to have your boyfriend home - mainly because he was working for summer and he and his dad couldn’t afford to just take off like that. Plus Jeremy had opened up to you that he was saving up for a car because he was tired of taking the bus or walking to school, and he didn’t want to be the only senior next year without a car. When you brought up the barbecue to him, the tips of his ears turned pink as he stammered out that he’d have to talk to his dad but he’d try to be there either way. When he texted you later confirming they’d both be there, you gave him a couple notes - maybe to bring ice or soda or cookies or something but no side dishes, dress decently, the usual shit. You gave him a quick rundown of the other guests to see if he recognized any names - only one of the four other families proved familiar, so at least his dad would have someone he recognized and it wouldn’t be as awkward considering how Jeremy dropped the comment that his dad wasn’t really a social guy.

So basically, you two were hoping that the day would go well and that no one would get anxious and that it wouldn’t be too much for him or his dad. But you were prepared - you offered up your room for Jeremy if he needed a few minutes by himself, and the kitchen was going to be pretty quiet considering the whole party was going to be out in the backyard. While you stood in your kitchen squeezing lemons alone, your parents were in the backyard setting things up and generally preparing for the evening. Every so often, you felt your phone buzz against your hip, and it would always be Jeremy - sending you picture after picture of him in different shirts, asking which looked the best. You always sent him back a quick text telling him he looked fine no matter what, and then at one point added on that he’ll be fine as long as he doesn’t look like a frat boy.

You didn’t have to be physically with him to know Jeremy at least smiled at that. But you kept at your job, eventually telling Jeremy that you’ve got lemonade to make and that you’ll see him when he gets there. He shot back a quick ‘love you’ before you tucked your phone back into your pocket and went back to slicing and squeezing lemons until the doorbell rang.

There were certain families that always came to your families barbecue. One in particular always ended up coming in earlier than others in an attempt to help. So it was no surprise when you were met with the familiar faces of the Weisenbechfelds - a family that lived only a few houses down and had grown close to your family when you first moved in. You greeted the two adults and told them where your parents were while Jason ended up tagging along behind you. When his mom saw you go back to squeezing lemons and realized you were only halfway through your job (no thanks to your boyfriend, who had served as a constant distraction so you really had only gotten through about two full lemons), she looked to Jason and told him that he should offer to help. He sort of shrugged and walked over and asked what he needed to do while he watched his mom and stepdad go to join your parents in their work.

“Just squeeze ‘em,” you said as you cut through lemons, about to extend one to him before you stopped, “you don’t have any cuts on your hand or anything, right?”

“Nope,” he said, dragging out the word, “I’m good.”

You placed the lemon in the kid’s hand and went back to your job. “You do know we have to do a couple more pounds of these, right?”

“Yep.” He said, popping the ‘p’, “you do know that I helped you with this last year, right?”

Well, fuck. You didn’t remember that, but honestly, it didn’t surprise you. Halfway through your work, his stepdad came in and slid onto a stool across the counter and asked what he could do. You and Jason locked eyes for a moment. This wasn’t normal.

“... What about mom?” Jason asked, looking over. You cut through a lemon, knife clattering against the cutting board.

“Trina said I should come help you kids,” he said, throwing on that sort of awkward dad smile.

“You knocked over the flowerpot again, didn’t you?” Jason asked, reaching over for another half of a lemon. Your phone buzzed at your hip. You slid over the cutting board and knife to his stepdad.

“Can you take over? I’ve got a syrup to make,” you said, pulling out your phone, hearing his dad chuckle at the motion.

“Is that the boyfriend?” He asked, squeezing a lemon into the bowl you and Jason had been working with. He paused for a moment, “do... you always have pulp in this?”

“I’ll strain it when you’re done. And yeah,” you said, “mom tell you about him?”

“Yep. She talks about the kid a lot. Uh. Jeremiah, right?”

“Jeremy,” you said, “he prefers Jeremy.” You rolled your eyes as you texted Jeremy back to stop working about his shirt, he looks fine before shoving your phone back into your pocket. Your mom always called him Jeremiah unless you were there to correct her, all because of the fact he slipped up and used his full name the first time he met your parents and became too embarrassed by such a stupid mistake to correct them every time they called him ‘Jeremiah.’ Apparently, your mother had yet to completely correct the habit when she bragged about him - he was such a nice boy who was sweet and polite, even if he was quiet. That always made Jeremy flustered. It was cute, honestly.

“Is Randy coming again?” Jason piped up.

“Yeah, Randolph and his family will be here.”

“You know he prefers Randy.”

“He knows I’m gonna keep calling him Randolph. Sister thing.”

“You aren’t his-”

“Kim said I could,” you stuck your tongue out at the kid, “he knows it’s out of love. Besides, the kid knows he could come to me if it seriously bothered him.” You poured cups of water into a saucepan on the stove. Cup by cup, you stirred in sugar until you heard the knife being set down for a final time and the soft shush of a bowl being pushed away from the edge of the counter. You glanced over your shoulder to see Jason and his father making their way over to the sink, washing off the lemon juice from their hands. His father left first, heading back out into the backyard to see what the rest of the small party was up to. Jason nudged you.

“Is the Wii set up.” It wasn’t really a question. You nodded.

“Yeah. Games are in there. Give it a while before you start shit up with Randolph, alright? You know how your mom is.”

“I know.”

“Thanks for the help, kiddo,” you said.

“Whatever,” he said. You rolled your eyes, continuing to stir in sugar in a robotic motion. Thirteen year olds.

The next few sets of guests arrived within the next few hours. The Hansens, who you’d known for years due to your father working with Ms.Hansen and finding her to be a sweet figure. You were sorta friends with her son, talking to him idly and giving the dude the time and patience to get through this conversation. He often clung to his mother whenever he came to these parties, staying around her and talking to adults because apparently, they seemed easier to talk to sometimes. The McAFees came next - the youngest rushing past you to go find Jason while Kim and her parents both greeted you with warm words, Kim’s boyfriend tagging along. Hugo held up two bags of ice, Kim with a twelve pack of soda in her arms. You motioned to the backyard for Kim to go take the drinks out back, before bringing Hugo over to shove the ice in your freezer for safe-keeping until it was needed. Then came the Sorokin-Williams, a young couple that your mother met through her work and struck up a friendship with quick. Sid and Babe - who insisted that you call them both by their names rather than dealing with formalities. They toted a plate of brownies past and immediately struck up conversation with your parents. You slunk back into the house, planting yourself in an armchair as you watched Randolph and Jason in the middle of playing a game of Mario Party, apparently risking their friendship.

Thirty minutes later, there was a soft knock at the door. When you opened the door, Jeremy stood there, awkwardly fiddling with the top button of his shirt as he faced an internal debate of whether he looked nice. Behind him was his father, dressed nicely and his beard shorter than it usually was - did he trim it? You weren’t sure, but he definitely did something. He looked nice, albeit a bit out of place - when was the last time he actually went to a party? Then again - Jeremy always did say that his dad was rather withdrawn. You greeted them both warmly, guiding the two through your living room and pretending not to acknowledge Jeremy noticing the game going on. You’d team up with him to fuck up those kids later.

Your parents immediately took to Jeremy’s dad. He grew flustered as they complimented him on his son, talking about how he’s always such a sweet boy and how he’s always so polite to you and how you two were such a sweet couple and how your father was proud that his daughter found such a good boy instead of some delinquent. The two of you were forced to stick around, different people dragging Jeremy and you into a quick conversation about literally anything - mainly from Ms.Hansen. How long you two had been together, how did you two meet, aren’t you both seniors? Where are you two going to college? The last of which causes Jeremy to sheepishly admit he had to take the SAT again since his scores weren’t as great as he wanted, and that he had no idea what he wanted to major in anyway, he’d figure that out sooner or later. Apparently, Ms.Hansen’s son was also a senior and was also the same exact way, unsure of where he was going - although she did discuss finding something in writing for him to do, since he was a very talented writer in her opinion. You slipped your hand into Jeremy’s, tugging him back into the house with an excuse you’d go find where Randolph and Jason went.

“Hey, uh, thank you?” Jeremy said the moment you two entered your house, “I- uh, sorry, I’m not good with college talk-”

“It’s fine, Jeremy. C’mon,” you squeezed his hand, “let’s go kick some kids’ asses at Mario Party.”

He laughed, awkwardly running a hand through his hair, “yeah, alright babe,” he said, the word slipping off of his tongue. He immediately seemed to tense, and he spoke softly, “is that okay?”

God, he was adorable sometimes. You nodded, guiding him to the living area, “yes, Jeremy, it’s okay. They’re thirteen, they can deal with it. If we need to get out, we can go, alright?”

“... Alright.”

After a few rounds of Mario Party - all of which were short with the lowest number of rounds set - you had Jeremy nudge you gently, sort of motioning to leave. You tossed down your controller, thanked the kids for letting you join the game, and guided Jeremy to your bedroom. He’d been there plenty of times before - hell, he’d seen all of your house at least a dozen times - but he noticed the little changes almost immediately. You had a few new pictures framed on the top of your dresser or tacked to the wall with thumbtacks, you’d replaced a string of fairy lights with a longer strip (and actually, he should have realized that sooner when you stopped complaining about needing something longer), and you’d gotten a new pillow with a bird pattern on it. You shut the door behind you two, rocking back and forth on your heels as you looked up to him.

“What’s up?” You asked, toying with one of the bracelets you were wearing. Why did he want to leave? He didn’t feel any sort of awkwardness or anxiety from sitting with those kids - he was fine but some part of him wanted to be alone with you just for a few minutes. There was the smallest feeling in his stomach that began to blossom more and more, and he wanted his hands in your hair and your lips against his and - was that appropriate? Would your parents be pissed to find their darling daughter making out with such a sweet boy? The smallest part of him wanted to find out. Then again, he didn’t want that risk - if your parents hated him, then what would they do?

“I, uh-” He began, staring at you. You smiled - god you looked so fucking gorgeous when you smiled, he could feel his heart rate quicken - and toyed with the edge of your sundress. ‘

“Jer?” You asked, nerves bundling in your chest as you watched him.

“Can I kiss you?”

You swore your heart skipped a beat at such a mundane question. It was nothing - you and Jeremy had done more and you’d been together for long enough that he didn’t really need to ask anymore. But you smiled anyhow, and nodded, and he leaned down to press a soft kiss against your lips. Your arms ended up around his neck, one of his hands pressed into your hip while the other was at your cheek, and it was a soft moment for once. You slipped a hand into his hair, pulling away for a moment and you realized just how starry eyed Jeremy was at the moment because this was different. This wasn’t sneaking kisses around your friends, or hiding from your parents during dinner because you just needed to make out with him because fuck if he makes one more comment under his breath you were going to fight him, or meeting up in the stairwell during class in order for a quick round of chaste kisses that grew less and less so with every single one. This was Jeremy kissing you at your party while your guests were outside and in the living room. This was Jeremy basically stealing you away for a bit for his own selfish want - at least, selfish in his eyes and not yours - while wanting more. He couldn’t go farther, because Jeremy wasn’t that kind of guy. If he were like Jake, he probably would have gone a little farther with you if you were okay with it - but that’s not Jeremy. Jeremy was awkward and geeky and he didn’t just do things sometimes unless you’d cleared that up before.

Even so, this was different. Sure, Jeremy asked to basically be alone with you and he had asked to kiss you - but he still was ultimately stealing you away to satisfy the smallest desire burning in his stomach. Of course, it didn’t truly satisfy anything - but he could deal. This was fine - hell, it was more than fine. He had you, and he was content with anything and everything you were happy with. You could have said no and he’d be content just to stand here with you or to sit down and talk about whatever with you. But you pressed your lips back against his own and all thoughts flew straight out the window, his hands in your hair as he gently pushed you against your own door. He planted a kiss at your neck, your eyelids fluttering shut as you craned your neck so that he could kiss more of it, one hand gently tugging at his hair.

“Jeremy,” you mumbled, “ffffuck - baby,” and then he felt your hands at his shoulders, gently pushing him back, “later, alright? I’m all yours later,” you smiled. He nodded slowly.

He tensed up anyhow, eyes averted from your face. “Sorry-”

“No! Fuck, no, baby, this is fi- great,” you stressed, “just. Let’s go socialize, alright? I’ll come see you later, alright? I’ll, uh, say I’m going to Natasha’s. She’ll cover for me.”

“Alright.” He paused, before pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, “I love you.”

“I love you too, you noodle.”

You rarely ever saw Jeremy and his dad acting casual. Most of the time, the two of them had this awkward tension between the two of them - not due to fights or anything, but apparently because the whole father-son thing was new to them now that his mom was gone. You didn’t know much about his mom at all, other than the fact she was happy and that she’s happier now that she’s moved on. But you saw Jeremy sink into a seat in the backyard next his dad, a cup of lemonade in his hand, joining into the conversation with ease as he answered whatever questions the Weisenbachfelds hit him with - since apparently Jason’s mom immediately recognized his father, according to what Jeremy later told you - about his family and about himself and how high school was going well and he was doing better. You watched him joke with his dad, acting like a father and son for once without any stress or strain in the air between them. His father’s eyes lit up as his son was there, and immediately seemed to relax into the conversation even more than he had already been due to finding friendship in the parents around him.

Jeremy and his dad were among the last to leave. Sid and Babe had left earlier upon getting a call that demanded their attention, stole an extra cup of lemonade and a few cookies and thank your family for inviting them. The McAFees left next, basically dragging Randolph out of the living room and leaving Jason without his buddy - which, you quickly took up the other remote and kept the boy entertained with Kirby’s Epic Yarn - and with soft goodbyes while you watched Hugo and Kim basically have heart eyes towards each other.

“That’s what you look like,” Jason said, sticking his tongue out at you as if he were a child - and then you realize he was a child, and that you were still somewhat of a child, and you knocked your knee against his. You treasured these little memories the most.

Jeremy was on his way to see you and ask you about whatever, but he stopped in the doorway, watching you and Jason act like siblings while you kept playing. His heart was pounding in his chest as he realized how free you seemed to act around him, how you seemed so damn happy to be among all of these people. He liked the light in your eyes, the way you came alive in these situations. He hadn’t realized he’d been blocking the doorway until the Hansens had left, nudging past him and telling him it was a delight to meet him before leaving quickly. Eventually, he sunk into a seat next to you and watched you play.

Even after he left, he was left with the warmest feeling flooding into his chest. You ultimately had brought that to him - the feeling of being apart of something, the love that took the reigns of his senses, the fact that he and his father could absolutely have that father-son relationship if they actually put forth more effort. When you texted him that you wouldn’t be able to come over that night, he didn’t feel upset or anything. He only texted back that he loves you, and a few hours later, a single ‘thank you’ when he knew you were asleep because you’d been tired as fuck after dealing with people and cleaning up your backyard and house. The next morning, a single text awaited him.

‘omfg you nerd. i love you too, french fry boy. i’m glad to be here.’

God, he was lucky to have you.

#be more chill #bmc #bmc reader insert #be more chill reader insert #bmc x reader #be more chill x reader #be more chill imagine #bmc imagine #jeremy heere #jeremy heere x reader #jeremy heere imagine

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oktobrios-blog · 6 years ago

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85qs

i was tagged by @sighkook uwu <3 tagging: if you see this and wanna do it go 4 it LAST

1. Drink: cold tea 2. Phone Call: mom 3. Text message: "and 81" 4. Song you listened to: bad boy (english ver) 5. Time you cried: today during the afternoon

EVER

6. Dated someone twice: yeah 7. Kissed someone and regretted it: ...yea 8. Been cheated on: thrice 9. Lost someone special: yeah 10. Been depressed: yep 11. Gotten drunk and threw up: yeah! last time was fun bc i was hiccuping then i was like hm lemme puke and then take a cold shower!

FAVE COLOURS

12. baby pink 13. red 14. pastel violet

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU

15. Made new friends: yeah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i'm happy thank u for existing, new friends 16. Fallen out of love: a lot 17. Laughed until you cried: while watching memes/with my friends 18. Found out someone was talking about you: yeah,,,,,,,,,,,, 19. Met someone who changed you: each person i meet will change me, either on the way i am or on the way i think. 20. Found out who your friends are: most of them are good. some are toxic and i cut 'em quick. 21. Kissed someone on your Facebook friends list: yeehaw! probably over 30

GENERAL

22. How many Facebook friends do you know irl: créu gang, uni friends, random people. some are my online friends but i love them as much 23. Do you have any pets: two doggos, two cats. 24. Do you want to change your name: i just want people to respect me and call me by bea/bê. 25. What did you do for your last birthday: i drank, got high and cried a lot. it was a good 3-day long birthday. 26. What time did you wake up today: 5:37 27. What were you doing @midnight last night: texting lucas (online friend, not my bro) and trying to sleep 28. What is something you can’t wait for: probably Bastarz or Mamamoo's show!! 29. What are you listening to right now: my pc's fan 30. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: naw 31. Something that gets on my nerves: annoying people. rich people that think they're better/their opinion is worth more than those that don't have much. 32. Most visited website: twitter/ig/youtube 33. Hair colour: chestnut with a few ultraviolet straks 34. Hair long or short: on me? short. on someone else? anything. <3 35. Do you have a crush on someone: yeah and i wanna cry i'm tired of falling in love 36. What do you like about yourself: my hability to multitask/do quick memes/mashup/have multiple accounts on social media 37. Want any piercings: double helix, septum, all over my ears tbh LMAO 38. Blood Type: my blood type is A+ but i'm a C- person 39. Nicknames: bea/bê/bezão/potrancuda/bezoca/b/bia/bean/baby bee 40. Relationship Status: crying over lucifer 41. Zodiac: libra 42. Pronouns: she/her; they/them 43. Fave TV shows: lucifer, sense8, sherlock, everything sucks, 44. Tattoos: i'm still planning on what i want. maybe something minimal, lgbt related. 45. Right or left handed: a little of both 46. Ever had surgery: nah 47. Piercings: earlobewewewew 48. Sports: tennis, badminton, volley 49. Vacation: leon's house, yu's house, al's house, the mall, créu parties. 50. Trainers: the fuck

MORE GENERAL

51. Eating: parmesan cheetos 52. Drinking: coconut water 53. I’m about to watch: another episode of lucifer 54. Waiting for: my sleepiness to grab me 55. Want: to study abroad, money, bts'/crush/loco/red velvet/panic/millic/lana/dyduo/heize/mamamoo/bastarz/etc... albums, stable life, mom to be happy, grandma to be ok soon, my friends to be alright. 56. Get married: i dunno. 57. Career: journalist/musician/designer/jack of all trades

WHICH IS BETTER

58. Hugs or kisses: both 59. Lips or eyes: lipsssssss 60. Shorter or taller: i don't care about height tbh,,,, love small twinky people, built tall people, tall noodles, small noodles, tall and smol chubs, whatever you are: if you are a good person, i'll like you. 61. Older or younger: fist me mommy 62. Nice arms or stomach: ion care 63. Hookup or relationship: i just want a cute baby to hmu. whoever you are, hmu. 64. Troublemaker or hesitant: a lil of both; hesitant mostly

HAVE YOU EVER

65. Kissed a stranger: a few! 66. Drank hard liquor: always. 67. Lost glasses: ALWAYS LMAO 68. Turned someone down: four to five times? i hate assholes. 69. Sex on first date: not yet ;) 70. Broken someone’s heart: yeah 71. Had your heart broken: cant count LMAO 72. Been arrested: nah, but spent 5 hours on a pd once because i had to file a complaint because i had a gun pointed to my face and my phone taken from me afterwards LMAO 73. Cried when someone died: so much. fuck i'm crying rn 74. Fallen for a friend: i always end up having a crush on a few friends, but yeah. this one crush got my heart like boom. it's mostly gone, anyways.

DO YOU BELIEVE IN

75. Yourself: i believe in me, i believe in myself 76. Miracles: yeah. 77. Love at first sight: LMAO YEAH 78. Santa Claus: kinda 79. Kiss on a first date: yeah!! 80. Angels: all sorts of "supernatural" things

OTHER

81. Best friends names: not names but... créu gang, fantastic whores gang. 82. Eye colour: chestnut 83. Fave movie: i, tonya 84. Fave actor: FUCKING TOM ELLIS I LOVE HIS EYES! TALL NOODLE I LOVE! 85. Fave band/artist: offonoff, bts, the xx, millic, kali uchis, jorja smith, franz ferdinand, marina, and lots more.

#questions

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sh4dowthehedgehog · 8 years ago

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Facts About Me

Was tagged by this bitch @infinityamonster Rules are easy, just answer the questions and then tag 10 of your favorite blogs you’d like to get to know better.

*Nickname: addoribble, Abbi, Abs

*star sign: Libra

*height: 5'1″

*time right now: 12:27am

*favorite music artists: um idk man I jump around too often

*last movie I watched: Creep (2014) I thiiiink....

*last TV show i watched: Either Mr. Robot or Hannibal

*what are you wearing wearing right now: old Homecoming shirt with the sleeves cut off and a pair of shorts

*when did you make your blog: dude like 2011 or 2012

*what type of content do you post: anything that grabs my attention

*do you have any other blogs: yep @geekeater my art blog

*do you get asks regularly: lolnope

*why did you choose your URL: addoribble is a joke that i started my freshmen year of high school, my url used to be geekeater but thts my art name sooo... anyway geekeater came about when i was like 14 probably and wanting something idk.... cool sounding but not cliche (one of my original urls i think was theamazingtesticle or something??? lmao)

*gender: female

*hogwarts house: Slytherin duh

*pokemon team: Valor

*Favorite color: Pink all the way but not purple-y pink thts gross im about those warm light pinks, like salmon or somethin

*Average hours of sleep: uh 4 to 10

*lucky numbers: none

*favorite characters: HARLEY QUINN, HARUNO SAKURA, HERMIONE GRANGER, listen i love my female characters ok also Sansa, Daenerys, Margery from GoT, honestly why would u ask me to choose this I love all characters

*how many blankets do you sleep under: depends on the season

*dream career: idk yet man...

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illfigureitoutasigoalong · 5 years ago

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my flea dream lol

My weird dream

I had a “flea” dream last night lol. Once my sister had a dream that she was a flea and killed mufasa?? And woke up and was terrified but like the content of the dream was not scary. I had one last night which right now is a little scary. OMG so it wasn’t a nightmare because it was scary, but it was intense and my heart was beating fast when I woke up. So it started out really weird and the direct result of me watching too many episodes of breaking polygamy. I was on a date with an FLDS looking woman in a restaurant that looked gross and I would never go there in real life. What’s weird is that I’ve had dreams in this restaurant before? Anyway I was wearing an amazing cute outfit with a blazer at this date and my weird amish looking date looked…. Amish. And the waiter took her order and then looked to me and goes “are you a man or a boy?” And I was immediately offended hahaha I was just like “what??” And the waiter was like “suit jackets are for men.” I immediately left the restaurant and there was no other sight of my weird date. I got in my car (which was my old gold Honda RIP) and who is inside??? MY EX GIRLFRIEND. That’s when this turned into a nightmare tbh. My least favorite version of her was her when we were in the car and she was driving. In my dream though we were not dating we were just friends after dating. But she was acting weird and possessive and stuff like we were still together. She drove us around being literally the most annoying version of herself. She spilled coffee, got us lost, was extra Vegan, and just generally very annoying. She like had this “I know I’m right attitude” that I used to hate or more like “I don’t care if I’m wrong” attitude. Terrible. As we were driving to my dream house I just got more and more miserable.

THEN the number one reason we broke up, she invited herself to a family party that was being thrown at my house. (Also weird thing about my house in this dream is that it was in the field that used to be there before they built a Walmart on winterpok rd. Also all the women in my family were lined up with red Pizza Hut uniforms and name tags and everyone had a fluffy twist out like they had blowdried their hair??? (Probably another side effect of me watching too much breaking polygamy lmao because they all wear their hair the same on there. I remember members of my family there but also members from the country church we used to go to like 15 years ago. Honestly who even knows why they were also there. I was immediately excited to see all of them and forgot to be annoyed at S. I remember singing “10-20-40” to them as I walked by. Literally so weird.)

SO. As we were driving S had stopped at Pizza Hut which was on the corner in the dream and my dream solution was to run home before she could find me, and get into my weird house before she saw me so that one of my family members would intercept her. It semi worked? I snuck into the basement locker room of my house to (take a shower I guess) and I hear her coming in the alternate entrance. (Random memory about this dream, she was dressed like jojo siwa. Which is odd but its also totally how she would have dressed in like, high school. Literally why did I date this woman) And I see her legs under like a weird stall door that leads to the basement locker room and we start having a screaming match about her even being in my house which is when I woke up with my heart beating fast. I’m trying to even remember what I said but I remember a few parts?

S: “I can’t believe you didn’t wait for me!” (I guess to come into my house? What’s weird about this argument is that I felt the same guilty sense of dread that I used to feel when I didn’t feel like hanging out with her. Cool. Love that for me)

Me: “I had a very not good day, which I know isn’t an excuse.” So eloquent of me. Brilliant grammar. I was referring to being called a man on my weird date, for some reason in my dream this really distressed me.

S: “That’s not an excuse!” (She had cut me off as I was saying the last part)

Me: “I JUST said it’s not an excuse and I’m fucking trying to apologize and you won’t let me!”

And that’s when I woke up. I wish I had stayed asleep longer because I was about to yell at her for 1. We aren’t dating anymore and she was no longer entitled to my time and 2. That she was always inviting herself into places that she just didn’t belong or didn’t fit. This would have gotten ugly so you know it’s probably for the best but still. lol.

So what do I do? I get up and read her reddit posts to make sure she’s still completely unrelateable and surprise surprise she is. So I am making it a vow to stop doing that because all it really does is just make me even more flabbergasted about why I even dated her for so long or even dated her at all. I know deep down that my reasoning was “eh, why not? I need girlfriend experience.” Instead of “wow I am actually interested in this person.” So yep. Never doing that again. And I know it’s terrible but I really want to date someone in my race next time. It’s just easier.

Also I have been thinking about downloading a dating app but I only want friends. I don’t feel like dating anyone right now and also I feel like in order to have a good time in a relationship I need to lose like 150 pounds. Anyway I typed this on my work laptop and I hope if someone reads this later they get a big kick out of it. Hahahah

Also! I text MB all day every day because I think we are both lonely. Yesterday on FT she said “I wish you were a man then we could date.” This really freaked me out. At first (like months ago) my brain was like “oh shit are we about to get a crush” but thank GOD I only feel friendship feelings for her. She’s just really young and very white and sometimes those things are glaringly obvious. It just freaked me out because it made me think like “oh should we be dating???” but the ultimate answer is no. not to mention a week or so ago we had a discussion where she thought i was always mad at her for being racist. But i have to call her out sometimes on the ignorant shit she says. Like ordinarily i would just let people get away with it but if we are gonna be as close of friends as we already are then you gotta know when you mess up. Sorry. But you do.

I was able to get a nintendo switch!! I am having a great time. I just wish my sister was able to get one too. I feel like I can’t be properly excited because she’s really bummed about not being able to get one. I am checking the site over and over again to see if I can get one for her. Also she’s bummed about her job role transitioning for the lend position. I would also be very upset but at the same time she should be just a little grateful for still having a job at this point. I would never say that though. And also i’m not in her shoes so I can’t really judge. I would be PISSED if I climbed my way up the ladder just to be stuck doing what I view as “non-degree work.”

This is terrible but finally the tables have turned in my favor? Hear me out ok. For years I’ve struggled with my health and my job. I was diagnosed with diabetes and high BP when I was 19. I graduated without a job, and worked 5 shitty and semi-shitty jobs for the past 5 years. Finally I have a job that I love (hopefully that lasts) that pays me decently, and I can afford my meds on my new insurance, I stay hydrated which makes me feel better and I’ve gotten really used to listening to my body. I also have accepted my health problems and I am really good at keeping a level head about things. Now though, all of the stuff I already went through and I am dealing with accordingly are happening to my sister and she is miserable. She had a shitty job change (it’s only temporary, but she is WALLOWING in it.) and was diagnosed with asthma. The inhaler gives her heart palpitations and she completely freaks out over them. I’m really not trying to be rude but at least you know they are a side effect and her heart isn’t just going crazy for no reason. But she has been in a terrible mood for weeks and every time she takes her inhaler she has like, an episode. First of all, my mom would have never let me get away with this behavior for so long because I’ve always been kind of sullen and panicky. But also I think sometimes my sister just really needs to grow up. Shitty things happen to everyone and you kind of just have to keep going forward.

AND speaking of growing up, we are trying to look at apartments in the same complex because I feel like honestly she will forget about me if we don’t live within walking distance of each other. I don’t know how much she gets paid but it can’t be much more than me. She’s looking at places with one bedroom that are like $1,500 a month.... like that’s the base rent price. She’s not even counting the security deposit and utilities. I tried to explain it to her and she’s like “I’m pretty sure all apartments cost this much around here.” I’m so sorry but no. They don’t. I’m not paying almost 2 grand a month to live where we do. That’s crazy to me. I found a place I like but she doesn’t seem to like it. I may just have to move there and just be sad for a while when she forgets to hang out with me.

Last thing I guess (since I should be working) I want to write a lesbian romance novel! I am in a bit of a book slump so why not write one of my own. Wouldn’t that be amazing if it could be published??? I have no idea how to write a book so honestly it’s a pipe dream but I was really good at writing fanfiction! It’s gotta be similar right?

#this was a lot longer than I planned it to be

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