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[eels-eels-eelsrobot]

Today was a pretty awful day for me all around but I did finish the Spiderman videogame. I rarely finish video games at all so finishing one so big is really special to me. My grandma has a decoration that says "there is always, Always, something to be thankful for". I saw that decoration first thing when I got back from my grandfather's funeral and almost half a year later it's still getting me through things.

[flaminpumpkin]

Happy birthday, Jordan

It wasn’t even 4am when Hal woke up to the gentle green glow of his ring announcing a new message from the Corps. They really couldn’t leave him alone, even on his birthday now, could they? 

He had half a mind to pretend not to notice and go back to sleep. His last mission had been short but exhausting, leaving him completely drained. His dark circles had dark circles at this point, even though he had slept basically all day the day before, waking up only to go to the bathroom and eat half an apple and a toast. 

Unfortunately for him – and fortunately for the Corps – Hal Jordan was a devoted man and an Honor Lantern so he kind of had to. 

With a loud groan, he straightened a bit so he could prop his chin in his hand, not moving from his position on the bed where he was sprawled on his stomach, pillow still half under him. He had been Earth-side for barely two days, if they were expecting from him to look decent, they could fuck right off. 

But when he ordered his ring to open the message, he was greeted by a short and simple: Happy birthday, Hal! Just this. It made him smile (and also breathe a bit more easily, he really didn’t want to go back to space this quickly.) 

Then his ring pinged again and there was a little hologram of his fellow Green Lanterns. He could see Kilowog and Tomar, Jess and Simon. John and Kyle, the younger man grinning like a five year old as he held a notepad with a caricature of Hal drawn on it and come on Kyle, my head is not that big. There was also Guy. Who was… Hal sighed, shaking his head. Guy was harboring a shit eating grin while flipping him off. Typical. 

Before going back to sleep, he sent back a simple thank you note to all of them and then, for good measure, he sent another one to Guy with a hologram of himself flipping the bird. 

He swore he could hear him laugh all the way to earth. That asshole. 

*    *    *

The second time he woke up, around three o’clock in the afternoon, Hal felt a lot less like a zombie. He probably still had a few hours of sleep to catch up on but it was nothing he couldn’t survive without. He had to be up in a couple of hours for monitor duty anyway, so might as well wake up a bit earlier and enjoy some peace before going back to work. 

There was a little cardboard box on his kitchen counter when he emerged from the shower, with a fancy little ribbon and a card. He didn’t even need to open the card to know who it was. 

Firstly, because Carol was the only one, with Barry, who had a spare key to his apartment in case he had an emergency call from the Corps and, secondly, because it just had her name written all over it. He recognized the design on the box being from that fancy French bakery close to her apartment and knew that when he would open it, he’d find a generous slice of their famous lemon meringue pie. 

He ate it in silence with some coffee, responding to the different birthday wishes he had received. Some were from Tom and a bunch of coworkers. There were also several audio messages from his nephew and niece trying to figure out how to work around the feature until their parents probably had had enough and had decided to take family photos instead. Six in total, all of them blurry. But at least Hal could somehow guess what was written on the sign his niece was holding. It made him laugh and he decided to call his brother, just to tease him.

They ended up talking for a while. It felt good, this small bit of normalcy.

*    *    *

Hal was on his way for the monitor room, two cups of coffee in hands, when he heard someone call his name. Ah. He had hoped no one would catch him before monitor duty. He was already on the brink of running late and god knew Batman disliked lateness. But hey, after all it was his birthday. 

“Hal! Hang on!”

He turned around just when Clark arrived at his level. The other man was smiling widely at him, holding a small plate with a cupcake on it in his big hands and looking like an oversized golden retriever puppy.

“Lois made enough cupcakes for an army because she was bored at home yesterday – I’m starting to think that forced leave really wasn’t our boss’ greatest idea but anyway. She told me to bring it here for everyone,” he said before Hal could even ask anything. “There’s a whole plate in the lounge but with Barry around I thought I’d give you one for your birthday before he wolfs them down.”

He snorted at that because, honestly, that was fair. Because of his powers, Barry was basically a walking stomach and everybody knew he had a giant sweet tooth. 

“Thanks, Clark.”

“You’re welcome. And happy birthday!” he said, floating away.

Hal had given up on trying to balance the plate and his two cups in his hands, using a construct instead, when Dinah pounced on him, quickly followed by Oliver and Barry. She was the first one to hug him, kissing his cheek gently.

“Happy birthday, hot stuff.”

“Thanks, Di.”

“Hal, my man! Happy birthday!” Oliver shouted before squishing Hal’s cheek between two big, callous hands, not even waiting for Dinah to be out of his arms.

In retrospect, he should have expected it – it was Oliver after all, the guy didn’t know what “inhibition” meant – but, he couldn’t stop his eyes from going wide as saucers as the blond placed a resounding kiss right on his lips.  

“So? How’s that for a birthday present?” he asked, smug, earning himself an eye roll from both Barry and Dinah. 

“That was my present?”

“Yes. Wonderful isn’t?”

“Truly. I’m delighted. Such a generous present.”

“I’m a generous man.”

“So charitable.”

All eyes turned on Barry.

“Was that sarcasm, Bear?”

The speedster fixed Oliver with a blank stare. He looked even more exasperated than usual, which made Hal snicker. People assumed way too often that Barry was a goody two shoes but Hal had witnessed firsthand how quick witted he really was. “A snarky little shit” Oliver had called him once. And he was right.

“Happy birthday, Harold,” Barry said after a few seconds of silent judgement, opening his arms to embrace Hal.

He returned the hug good heartedly.

“Bear, you can’t wish me happy birthday and then call me Harold. That’s not legal, buddy.”

“Just say thank you.”

Hal simply squeezed him one last time before letting him go, winking at the group as he started to walk down the corridor again.

“Gotta go. Don’t want Bats to be mad at me on my birthday.”

“Like that would bother you!”

“Well yes, actually,” he almost said but he didn’t want to spend the next thirty minutes explaining to Oliver why so he pretended he hadn’t heard.

Truth was, Hal and Bruce were friends. Good friends, even. Recently, the pilot had even caught himself hoping for them to become more than that. They still had disagreements of course, they were both stubborn but they were past that now. Most of the time, it felt more like some weird kind of aggressive flirting than a real fight.

Hal enjoyed the other man’s company, especially now that he was comfortable enough with him to talk about more personal matters, like his family and boy did Bruce had things to say about the weird little clique that was his family. The fond look on his face just made it all the more worth it.

He cherished those hours spent together on the Watchtower, sometimes wishing they could do this outside of their hero work. Maybe he could pretend to need help on the Javelin’s new update to see him. She needed one and the only other person who knew her as well as Hal did was Bruce. He could buy him dinner too. 

Sounds like a plan, he thought, entering the monitor room. 

Bruce was already there, of course. His cowl was pulled back like every time when they were paired up, his hair looking ridiculously good even mussed. The man was always so effortlessly pretty, it was revolting.

“You’re late, Jordan.”

He didn’t even glance in Hal’s direction but it wasn’t like he needed to check that it was him.

“Better late than never, Spooks.”

That earned him a huff and then he saw Bruce slide a cup of coffee towards him on the desk.

Oh.

“It’s probably cold now.”

Lukewarm was probably more accurate – Hal wasn’t that late. But he refrained from mentioning it to the other man, instead grabbing the two still steaming cups from his tray construct and handing his to Bruce. 

“I thought about preparing some too, so lucky us, I guess.”

He smirked at the Bat, oddly proud when Bruce smiled back, even just slightly. 

“Miss Lane’s?” Bruce asked, nodding in direction of his construct while taking a sip of his coffee.

Hal looked back at the still floating, green glowing tray and reached out to retrieve the plate Clark had given him.

“Yep. Wanna share? It was your birthday yesterday after all. And happy belated birthday. By the way.”

It wasn’t lost on Hal that he had completely forgotten to even text him for his birthday but, like he had said, better late than never. He knew it probably hadn’t bothered Bruce, maybe hadn’t even registered with him that Hal hadn’t said anything but it sure did bother the pilot that he had forgotten. Bruce smiled again anyway, something small and secretive. Something just for him to see. Hal could feel an unusual blush creep up his cheeks.

“No, thank you,” Bruce said, turning back towards the screens in front of them, the cup Hal had given him cradled in his gauntleted hands. “Clark actually flew all the way to Gotham yesterday to bring us some. I left it for the kids. Too sweet.”

Hal had to laugh at that.

“Says the guy who takes his coffee with a metric ass load of sugar and cream in it.”

“I’m full of surprises.”

Bruce side-eyed him, half hiding a smirk behind the rim of his cup and Hal laughed again. 

They focused on the monitors after that, a companionable silence between them, and Hal regretted not sleeping those two extra hours earlier. He could feel the bone deep tiredness take over him after a mere half an hour, his body sagging in his chair and relaxing into it despite his best efforts to stay alert. 

He was nodding off, barely even conscious anymore, when he felt Bruce take his cup from his lax fingers.

“Idiot,” he heard him whisper and Hal wanted to retort something but he was too far gone to even form a coherent thought at this point. 

Then he felt fingers graze his forehead, brushing away wild strands of hair, followed by a pair of slightly chapped lips pressing there. He automatically leaned into the gentle touch, sighing long and deep. The lips stayed there a second longer, lingering and warming up his skin, his whole body. 

Hal wanted to wake up, to say something cheeky or, even better, just kiss Bruce. Properly. On the lips. Like he had been longing to do. But all he managed was a weak little whine as he turned his head towards the other man.

“Happy birthday, Jordan,” was the last thing he heard before drifting off completely.

(A few seconds later. Training room. Watchtower.

“Hey, Ollie?”

“What is it, Barry?”

“I think I just saw Bruce kiss Hal.”

“WHAT?!”)

[simplybakugou]

Birthday Wish

↝ Having a pro hero boyfriend has its perks but when Bakugou isn’t able to spend time with you on your birthday, you can’t help but feel neglected.

BINGO SPACE: Birthday

⋆ PAIRING: prohero!bakugou x fem!reader ⋆ WARNINGS/TAGS: swearing, fluff, a teeny tiny piece of angst if you look hard enough ⋆ WORD COUNT: 1614

A/N: here’s another piece for the @bnhabookclub​ bingo event! Thank you to @xtsundere-princess​ for requesting Bakugou for this prompt and happy belated birthday! I always love your feedback that you give, it always warms my heart. I hope you enjoyed this and had a wonderful birthday! :)

Credits to @eraserhead-transparents​ for the transparent Bakugou in my edit!

FULL BINGO MASTERLIST

✐posted 07.11.2020✐

If anyone had told you that you would be in a committed relationship with one of the top heroes in the world, you would never believe them. But here you were, heavily involved with a man you loved wholeheartedly and had no intention of letting go so long as you lived. 

Being a pro hero was no easy feat as it took hours and hours of daily dedication and hard work. Having an occupation that wasn’t centered around heroism, it made things difficult for you and Bakugou at times. You tried your best to be as understanding as you could, seeing how Bakugou put his all into his job especially when several news outlets would cover stories based on his heroic deeds on a daily basis.

But at times you felt lonely, like you were the only one putting so much effort into your relationship. 

You woke up on that particular day, springing upwards in your bed excitedly. It wasn’t like any other day; today was your birthday.

You turned over, expecting to be greeted by Bakugou’s sleepy expression but your face fell at the sight of the empty sheets. A sigh escaped your lips as you reached over and grabbed the note that was left on the nightstand. “Had to get up early for patrol. I’ll see you at dinner.” 

You tossed it back onto the table, begrudgingly getting up to get ready. You told yourself that it was fine, that Bakugou saving innocent civilians was more important than spending time with you on your special day. But deep down you felt a twinge of disappointment.

You shook your head, wanting to get rid of any negative thoughts flooding your head. “No, Y/N, it’s time to be positive today!”

With that in mind, you happily got ready, blasting your favorite songs while grinning and replying to the numerous birthday messages you got from your friends. Even Bakugou’s friends and coworkers wished you a happy birthday, offering to pay for dinner which you were thankful for. 

Out of all his friends, you were closest to Ashido Mina, smiling widely when she decided to call you. “Hello?”

“Happy birthday!” Mina exclaimed through the other line. “What are you, like 60 now?”

“Haha, very funny,” you said sarcastically, earning yourself a chuckle from Mina.

“What’re you planning on doing? Is Bakugou taking you somewhere fancy?”

“I’m not sure,” you said, grabbing your bag and slinging it over your shoulder. “He got called to patrol real early this morning so I didn’t see him.”

“Aw, that sucks! I’m sure he’ll make it up to you later though.” Mina paused for a second, talking to someone in the background. “That was my manager. I’ve gotta head out. But I hope you have a great day, Y/N!”

“Thanks, Mina. I’ll talk to you later.” She hung up and you tossed your phone into your bag, grabbing your coat and keys, heading to work.

It’s gonna be a good day… it will be a good day.

***

You were pleasantly surprised by how welcoming your coworkers were on your special day, numerous people wishing you a happy birthday. Even your boss was exceptionally kind to you. The whole day you felt surrounded and flooded with feelings of love and support, overjoyed with how kind everyone was.

But there was still something missing.

It was like everything other than the fact that Bakugou hadn’t acknowledged your birthday was perfect. There wasn’t even any traffic as you made your way back to your apartment. But it still didn’t feel right, not to hear even a “happy birthday” from your boyfriend. 

As you stopped at a red light, you practically jumped over to grab your phone from the cupholder once Bakugou’s name popped up in your notifications. Cautious to not be caught on your phone while driving, even though you were at a red light, you quickly swiped at the text message, eager to see his message.

But you felt your hopes get crushed as you frowned at the message. “I’m sorry, babe, I’m stuck at the office. Don’t worry about dinner for me.” was all that it read. You threw your phone to the passenger seat, agitated even more by the sound of the car behind you honking impatiently. 

The day was almost over and you weren’t able to spend it with the one person you loved the most. You didn’t want to overreact but Bakugou meant so much to you and for once you wanted to spend the night with him and not worry about his agency pulling him away from you.

Nevertheless you made your way back to your place, your lips downturned like a frown would be permanently etched onto your face. You exited your car, trudging inside your apartment complex. To rain on your parade even more, the elevator was out of order and you groaned as you walked up six flights of stairs to get to your place. With your chest heaving heavily up and down as you attempted to catch your breath, you shoved your key into the lock of your door, swinging it open. 

You were greeted by a mouthwatering aroma as your eyes darted to the source of the delectable smell. Your dining table was adorned with a checkered tablecloth, silverware, wine, and a candle with its flame swaying back and forth. The mess you had pushed off for later to clean had been dealt with, your whole apartment now spotless from the ceiling to the floor. 

Your bag fell to the ground in shock and Bakugou walked in from the other room, eyes widened once he saw you. “What’re you doing here?!”

“Um… I live here?” You said, your tone filled with confusion.

“No, I meant you weren’t supposed to come so early,” Bakugou grumbled, walking towards the stove to tend to whatever was causing this delicious smell. You peered over his shoulder, squealing internally to see your favorite dish that only Bakugou could make perfectly. 

“My boss let me out early. But what’s all this?” You asked, gesturing to the food and the perfectly set table. “I thought you were stuck at work?”

Bakugou smirked, wrapping an arm around you as he pulled you close to him. “You think I’d leave my girl alone on her birthday? I may be an asshole sometimes, but I’m not a dick.”

You rolled your eyes playfully. “You didn’t have to lie though.”

Bakugou chuckled, kissing your head. “Just wanted to make some suspense. Plus I didn’t even finish making this shit. Why else do you think I asked the doorman to close the elevator?”

You looked at him in bewilderness. “You did that?! I had to walk up six flights of stairs! I almost died!”

Bakugou looked you up and down. “You look fine to me.”

You scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest. “Well not all of us are in shape.”

“Just go sit down. I’ll finish up here,” Bakugou said, stirring up the contents of the pan.

“But aren’t you tired? You just came from work and--”

“Y/N.”

“Fine,” you said with a pout, slipping down onto your seat and propping your elbows onto the table, your head resting on your palms. 

You silently watched your boyfriend at work, focusing on his blonde brows knit together as he concentrated on the task at hand. You were grinning now from ear to ear, your previous disappointed feelings diminished the second you saw the state of your place. In that moment, you fell for Bakugou all over again like you did the second you met him. Under his abrasive attitude, one that most people would mistaken for as him being a piece of shit, you knew he was a caring man who sometimes didn’t know how to portray his feelings outwardly.

But when he did, you felt like the luckiest girl in the world.

Bakugou stopped stirring as his scarlet eyes met yours, raising a questioning brow at you. “What?”

“Hm?”

“You’re staring.”

You shrugged, smiling at him. “You just look really hot right now.”

Bakugou smirked, your statement undoubtedly adding onto his already inflated ego. “I look hot all the fucking time.”

“You know, you make it so hard to compliment you sometimes…” you teased, sitting up in your seat as he began plating the dish onto two ceramic plates. He walked over to you, setting down the plate in front of you. You gazed down at the plate excitedly, your hand immediately reaching for your chopsticks.

“Thanks for the meal, Katsu,” you said, not hesitating to take your first bite.

“How is it?” Bakugou asked, smiling at the sight of the pure happiness practically radiating off of you. 

You beamed, swallowing the leftover food in your mouth before replying. “It’s delicious, Katsuki. Thank you for doing this.”

Bakugou shrugged, continuing to watch as you ate. “I never even see you now so I thought I could do something for your birthday.”

You smiled appreciatively. “Thank you for doing this. I know how hard you work and I know it must’ve been difficult to get out of work tonight.”

Bakugou could feel his cheeks heating up. Whenever you praised him, he couldn’t help but feel flustered. He turned his head, avoiding your eyes. “Whatever, it’s not that big a deal.”

You snickered, taking another bite of your food. You glanced down at his plate as it was untouched. “You’re not eating?”

“I’ll eat later.” He watched and smiled as you grinned from the deliciousness of the food. “I like watching you eat.”

Needless to say that your night had ended in the best way possible, and your one birthday wish was fulfilled.

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[kanene-yaaay-o-retorno]

The boy on the farthest table

Kanene’s Notes:

So, I’ve been reading all the fluff content with Dadzawa I could find and I am very surprised I didn’t manage to stumble in a Dadzawa running a Cat Café so I thought ‘h e y’ why don’t I make it??? SO here we are!!

Warnings, fun facts, random things and stuff:

* That fanfic has Dadzawa and Yamadad and their relatonship can be seen as romantic, if you wish.

* This happens in the same universe as This Fanfic Here and you can also find it on AO3.

* No warnings this time!! Only fluff and a bit of hurt/comfort.

* This characters do not belongs to me. They all belongs to the amazing the manga/anime Boku no Hero.

* Something around 2.500 words. -w-)b.

* Sorry for any spelling, pontuation and grammar mistakes! Any advice is very very welcome!

* Tô com preguiça de postar a versão em português brasileiro aaaa! Thankys for reading, my lollipops! Eat a delicious snack, sleep a bit, take care and drink water and sleep well! Byeioo!~

                         [~*~]

Aizawa doesn’t really care about his clients more than the strictly necessary amount. He arrived where he is because of the cats and the coffee. If people paid more because he decided to mix both together and open a business with that premise than better for him.

 So, yes. Aizawa doesn’t care at all about his clients. Neither held any favorites above the others, don’t matter what Yamada tried to imply with his ‘discrete’ smug eyes and knowing grin as, for the second time today, the black haired worker narrowed his eyes at the boy sitting on the farthest table, lost in his deep thoughts as he stared intently at his notebook just like he has been doing for the past two hours, lazy scribbles fulfilling the lines in a tired, yet determined attempt to keep going.

 The owner of the Cat Café didn’t really care about what his clients did as long it didn’t annoy his cats or him.

 However, that doesn’t mean he kept himself completely oblivious of what happened at his establishment nor the persons who attended there.

Perhaps he wasn’t the most enthusiastic worker there – that is why him and Hizashi had an unspoken agreement that he would stay firm on his place making drinks and serving pastries, sometimes scaring some insufferable clients away, while the louder, social friend would focus in talking and getting the orders, – but he knew enough to not be a bad one.

 He knew that the girl with yellow bright eyes and nuts and bolts shining in between her curls liked strawberry muffins, tended to not be able to stand still for much time, and visited on Fridays, so he always kept one baked sweet hidden for her on these days.

 Just like he always recognized that tall, skeleton-like adult as soon as his form crossed the door. A client who came especially for the cats and the Jasmin tea, although always sneaked a couple and more glares to the cat-themed cookies, so he made sure to “accidentally” drop one with the donuts he always asked to go for “- a friend! He loves them but is often very busied with work… So, I thought I could try and treat him a bit after everything he already did to me!” And also, who, in the next day, came back to attempt to pay for the free cookie but was, day after day, defeat by Hizashi’s stubbornness and convincing abilities, leading the loyal client to make sure to put a generous tip on the Tip Jar as a revenge, making sure to stare intently at the pouting worker during the whole process.

 Or the young girl with red eyes full of curiosity and a tongue full of questions which him and Yamada took turns to answer, eliciting shy smiles, bright excitement and a glare full of gratitude from her older brother, who used the free time to study while she ate and played with the kittens, sometimes even falling asleep when his two friends – an extremely quiet boy with a gigantic sweet tooth and an electric smiley girl who always convinced the younger one to help her to gather the biggest amount of sleepy cats to nap on the blond teen before he wakes up in the middle of purrs and laughter - accompanied them.

 That being said, Aizawa liked to be informed and, above everything else, was good at getting the information he needed. He mastered the skill of analyzing details and understanding situations others used to ignore, making connections and arriving to conclusions that seemed foreign to others, that is why he continued to cast quick frowns and glances to the boy, doesn’t liking at all how his brain continued to run and turn, seeking for any answer or hints of what happened to him, only to get at nowhere. He was, obviously, just trying to assert the situation, which had nothing to do with the fact that the boy – always shining, always with such a bright smile every time he ordered anything – was alone on this Saturday. A not so rare occasion, since even though the café was a common place for him and his friends to meet – an occurrence impossible to ignore due how full of energy and joy and chaos and energy they all were, - he also seemed very keen to spend hours writing and studying on his own.

 However, there was something different today. Something to do with how quiet, concentrated, calm, lethargic the teenager was acting the whole time, which worrie- no, intrigued him.

 Because Aizawa wasn’t worried. Of course not. That would be illogical and preposterous. He wasn’t anything to the child, not his family, not a friend, not a relative, just the guy who grunted a one-word answer every time the younger tried to make small talk and pretend to not notice him and Hizashi trading cute cat videos and pics during the blonde’s breaks.

 Hell, he didn’t even share more words than the necessary with the green haired boy. The longest interaction they ever had was when the younger one came to him on his first time visiting the place and asked for more cat toys, since all the available ones were already being used. Which maybe or maybe not led to Aizawa leaving his friend to deal alone with the orders while he took his time to show and explain the favorite toys of every cat the green boy pointed.

 Which was, sure, only a revenge on his boisterous coworker since the aforementioned interrupted his morning nap by tripping on him on his way to the kitchen (and yes, it was Yamada’s fault for not looking at where he’s going and obviously not Shouta’s because he decided to ‘JUST FREAKING PASS OUT ON THE FLOOR. HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO SEE IT?’) and, not content with his actions, decided to lock the other out of his own establishment,  only letting him come back after lunch and, consequently, at least five hours of sleep, leaving him on the care of Nemuri, who proceeded to tease him unmercifully for the whole length of yesterday.

 Consequently, it was only a payback, of course. The gleam on the smaller’s eyes as he took notes on a well worn out notebook and the fact that, on the next Saturday, the boy distributed all the correct toys between his friends and their favorite cats were two completely ignorable things and therefore unrelated with the quick, barely visible smile appearing on the corner of his mouth on the respective day and every time he remembered that occurrence.

 But, when a quiet sniff reached his ears, Aizawa almost felt his neck crack with how quickly he turned on the other’s direction, just in time to see the ending of the teenager’s action of wiping a few tears away. The one who definitely didn’t get enough sleep on his entire life to deal with it sensed his left eye twitch.

 That. Is. It.

 “Shouta…” Hizashi whispered behind the usual smile he plastered for the customer in front of him, nodding while writing down what she said and chipping excitedly for her to just wait a little bit to get her order, deviating his attention to his friend when she moved away to sit in one of the unoccupied tables, both taking the opportunity of having no more customers in the line to held some private words. “Do you want me to go there?” his voice was bathed in worry, because his coworker was emotional like that.

 “No.” And Aizawa didn’t know why he was so fast to answer, however he was already washing his hands, mind running, seeking to remember how other people - besides his friends, who were barely humans, - worked. “You know I hate being the cashier.”

 “Riight.” His way-too-smug-grin was fast to become a snicker when his friend aimed a kick on his shin, which he promptly dodged. “Hey! I didn’t even say anything!”

 “Your thoughts are loud. I will be right back.”

 His eyes were focused on the kid, who now was curled on his chair, chin resting on his knees as his arms firmly hugged his legs, making him look even smaller.

 Aizawa grunted, part of him feeling inclined to just drop an entire gallon of water on his head to successfully wash all his problems way, or maybe shake all the bad, lying thoughts taking over his mind and resulting in a few tears to escape what, on its turn, made a strong feeling of protectiveness, which was immediately ignored, shines on him. But Shouta knew he couldn’t act on any of those two options because it wasn’t “socially acceptable” – nor very useful, but he ignored that part, - and “problems” and “people” tended to be more complicated to help than that.

 The older sighed, kneeling on the spot before the front door where the sun passed through the window and made a perfect warm piece of floor for the big, - extremely big - messy pile of purple fluff lay and nap without a single worry in the world, not even stirring as the customers had to tiptoe around him to get in and out of the establishment.

 Shinsou hissed when Shouta first petted him, although was fast to purr louder than a machine as the human began to scratch behind his ears, going back to his peaceful sleep. He was the most calm, chill and snarky cat he has ever seen. His hobbies consisting on getting on the highest shelves to watch the entire place with a judging, tired glare and napping on people’s laps, especially when they were about to head out, which made his customers to order something else and stay for at least more fifteen minutes, not having the heart to interrupt the purple’s sleep.

 Needless to say, he and Aizawa got along just fine. Even with the animal’s habit of climbing him to nap on his shoulders and teaching the younger kittens to do the same thing, knowing very well the one with dark hair would never have the heart to put them away, the human knew he sustained a soft spot for him.

 Nemuri and Yamada liked to tease him, affirming that Shinsou was his cat form and Shouta would never admit he agreed with them.

 He also ignored the implications of that when he remembered Shinsou was one of the green haired bag of energy favorites.

 “I have a mission for you.” It was the only mumbled warning the cat had before being carefully scoped on the human’s arms, melting on the embrace, hissing, yawning and then proceeding to melt even further. Shouta huffed, amused.

 ‘Brat.’

 Another signal that the teenager was much more trapped in his mind than the normal was the fact he didn’t realize the adult coming closer, nearly jumping three feet in the air as Aizawa’s command hit him.

 “Sit correctly.”

 The teenager yelped, looking at him, at himself and then at him again, a strong shade of an ashamed red taking over his features. “O-o-of course, sir! I am sorry!” He bowed, putting his feet on the ground and straightening his back, a slight tremble on his movements making the adult frown.

 “Don’t think too much about this.” And before any protest could come out of the other’s mouth, Aizawa laid Shinsou on his legs, leading the boy to freeze completely, eyes locked on the cat, who just blinked lazily at him and started to knead his thighs, low, rumbling purrs escaping, demanding the new human as worthy.

 A barely suppressed squeal flew from the younger, who already seemed ready to cry again, although for different reasons.

 The cat café’s owner hid his amused smile by catching a kitten who approached with curiosity, petting him and proceeding to flop him on the soft, green curls. Ojiro meowed, purring and immediately attempting to eat his new environment.

 “I…” His wide, wobbly smile increased further as Shinsou butted his head on the teenager’s palm, his voice, a whisper, lapsing for a beat. “I love them.”

 There was no way for the adult to hide his snort at his words, but the Problem Child seemed unfazed with his reaction, turning to him with shiny eyes and smile.

 “Thank you so much, sir!”

 After a nod, Aizawa turned away and came back to his spot behind the counter. And if talking and taking orders when Hizashi uses part of his break to “discreetly” take a few pictures of a beaming boy smiling to the camera and pointing the cats on him to send to him later, is much more bearable than before? It has absolutely nothing to do with the young figure on the farthest table sporadically giggling as he plays with an Ojiro who is fiercely convinced he can win the battle against the red laser.

 [��]

 “Excuse me, Yamada-san. I’m sorry, but my order was 476 yens and you only charged me 200.” Aizawa knew the boy was going to lose the fight the moment Hizashi only grinned and locked the cashier, completely ignoring the two pieces of paper on the other’s hand.

 “Don’t worry about it, little listener! Don’t worry! Take this as a thank you for letting Shinsou and Ojiro sleep on you for one hour, okay?”

 “B-but sir! It was no problem at all!” The way he moved to prove his point made Aizawa picture a small, energetic bunny. “I really like them and I was going to stay here longer anyway!”

 “Now, now, young boy.” Hizashi pointed a finger at him, trying and failing miserably to see or sound at least a tad chastising. “Refusing a ‘thank you’ is a serious offense, I wonder if I will need to give you a free blueberry muffin to go because of that…”

 “No!” Aizawa huffed, turning away from them and heading to the tables, taking the opportunity of how low the business was to clean and prepare them for the next customers, stopping right on his tracks, mid step as a wide, pleading glare found his. “Aizawa-san,” he shook the 276 yens at his direction, puppy eyes staring right on his soul, “please.”

 The dark-haired one scoffed, looking away from the powerful graze. “Don’t bring me into this. Fight your own battles, problem child.”

 Hizashi laughed at the pout he received in response, having pity on the loyal customer. “Okay, okay. I give. You can pay for this.” Aizawa glared at him, one eyebrow up in a non convinced expression. His friend winked, big grins as the younger turned to him, much more smiley. “With a hug.”

 Problem child seemed surprised, especially when the flamboyant employee jumped across the counter and stopped in front of him, arms open in an invitation. “Only if you’re comfortable, of course.” His voice was softer. “I can always accept 100 yens if you really want me to, little listener.”

 He didn’t understand the magic thing his friend always managed to do. The way he succeeded to dance around someone’s barriers, finding openings and walking through them, asking no permission to get closer yet always attentive when to stop and retreat or to talk about every or anything. The same magic he showed when they were teenagers.

 Tsuyu meowed and Aizawa kneeled down to give her attention for as long as the embrace lasted, pretending to not notice the two hugging behind him, the taller lightly swaying them while the younger relaxed, melting on the touch.

 A few seconds later the anxious bunny was bowing, thanking them and getting out with a gleam on his face, hugging happily the notebook next to his chest and petting Cloud before going away. Shouta came back to his spot, Yamada followed and the green hair disappeared on the corner.

 “We’re not adopting the Problem Child.”

 “But he already even has a nickname! Shoutaaa, it’s meant to be! And you’re already soft for him as well, don’t deny it.”

 He scoffed. “Shut up. You try to say no to those fucking puppy eyes next time.”

 “You fought well,” Hizashi patted his shoulder, his own gaze getting a dangerous, gleaming light. “Dadzawa.”

 The rarefied clients distributed across the café jumped when, between laughter and dramatics cries of pain, the blonde fell on the ground, a half pleased, half evil smile presenting itself on the shorter’s face in a flash before his impassive expression took over and he calmly continued with his usual chores, pointedly ignoring the ‘It was so worthy it’ snickered by his friend, still laid on the floor.

[transconnordetroit]

Fatherhood

“You’ve done good, kiddo. You know that, right?” Hank’s large hand clapped against his back, and Connor gave Hank a small smile as he resisted the urge to correct the lieutenant’s grammar.

“I know, Hank.” For a moment, he considered leaning into the touch. It felt nice (very nice), but Connor decided that it was wholly unprofessional.

Still, professionalism didn’t seem to stop Hank’s praise. Despite a throng of coworkers milling in the bullpen, his arms opened to envelope Connor in a hug.

As the second arm met his side, Connor grabbed it. Hank pushed forward for a second before stopping, blinking at Connor. “Kid-”

“Isn’t it a bit weird for you to hug me?” Connor bit his lip as he asked him. They were at work, in front of all of their coworkers, and it felt… strange. Weird. He and Hank had hugged before, like when they had first met up after the revolution, and also when Hank had told him that Connor would always have a place in Hank’s home, but it had been in private. Adult men didn’t hug, after all, unless they were dating. And Connor was certainly not dating Hank.

Hanks arms were still raised in the welcoming gesture. “I… If you don’t feel comfortable, Connor, we don’t have to.” Hurt. Hank sounded hurt.

Did he feel uncomfortable? He had never thought about it before. The hugs had been nice, very nice, and he felt so safe enveloped in Hank’s arms. Still… Why did they hug? They were only friends.

“Thank you.” Connor tried to smile but it felt forced. Hank nodded again, his hands searching in the air for something to do before they settled in his pockets. “We should get back to work now, right?”

They seemed to have gathered an uncomfortable amount of attention. His coworkers eyes bore into them.

“... Right.” Hank didn’t look at Connor as he turned back to his desk.

As the day crawled on, Connor only grew more concerned. Hank had been silent for the past few hours, only looking up at Connor to grunt single words to Connor’s questions.

The charged silence was only broken by the appearance of Gavin Reed. The detective had been more bearable after the revolution, but only slightly. At the very least, he didn’t try to harass Connor.

The man had somehow made the decision that sitting on Connor’s desk was both professional and warranted for their relationship, so Connor had to awkwardly nudge aside his computer so Reed didn’t topple it. Hank wasn’t so obliging.

“Hey. You look morose, Conboy.” Reed kicked his legs as he looked down at Connor. He supposed that was the reason Gavin favored sitting on the desk; it provided him with an easy way to tower over the android.

“I am fine. And I suggest you remove your body from my workspace. It is inhibiting my productivity.”

“Like you care about that. I just have something I… want to show you. At lunch. Just meet me, alright?”

“Get. Yer. Fucking. Ass. Off. My. Desk. Reed.” Hank jabbed a writing utensil into Gavin’s backside with each word.

“I’m getting off, bastard.” Reed stumbled as he disentangled himself from Connor’s desk, making the “call me” signal at Connor before slinking off.

“The nerve of some people, right, sir?” He nudged Hank.

Hank sighed before turning back to his desk. “Yeah. The nerve.”

Connor had no reason to take Gavin up on his offer. Still, at the start of his lunch break, he found himself making his way over to the detective. Reed hadn’t seemed to have forgotten about his request; he stood with his arms crossed, something like a smile or a smirk on his face as he waited for Connor, legs jiggling slightly.

“Afternoon, detective. What do you wish to show me?”

“It’s uhh, in there.” A rather small hand gestured at Captain Fowler’s office.

“You wish for me to see you get reprimanded?”

“No- Hey! I just wanted you to have lunch with us, OK?”

“... Alright. But… why do you have lunch with the Captain?” Connor had always assumed that Gavin ate his lunch with his work friends. With schedules that hardly matched, and little interest in the detective, he had never seen the man eat before.

“I, um, it’s a standing appointment, I guess.”

“Like a date?” Connor knew Gavin was gay; he had seen the flag, along with a blue, pink, and white one on Gavin’s desk during Pride month. Perhaps he thought something romantic was occuring between him and the lieutenant and wanted to offer his counsel.

“What- fuck no!” Gavin’s face grew bright red as he sputtered. “It’s- we’re not like that, ok? Besides, I don’t date. Now, are you going to eat lunch with us or not?”

Connor considered the offer. He could go back to Hank, but the thought of sitting through the Lieutenant’s stony silence soured him. “Yes, I suppose I will. I just need to get my thirium.”

The glass door opened easily into the office. Connor had hardly been there outside of briefings. Only for the short meeting that had allowed him to enter back onto the police force.

“Gavin. I see you brought a friend.”

“Hi Jeff. I thought Connor would like to eat with us today.” Gavin shrugged, leaning against the door with his arms crossed against his jacket.

“That was very considerate of you, Gavin. Connor, why don’t you take a seat next to Gavin?”

Connor slid into the indicated seat. The Captain sat in front of him, hands clasped as he looked down at Connor over his lunch. Reed sat to the side, pulling a burger from a fat-stained brown bag. The captain’s eyes narrowed as he pulled it out. “Gavin… That is deeply unhealthy. Why aren’t you having what I packed you?”

“Fuck off. What are you, my dad?” Snickering at his own “joke”, Gavin leaned back in his seat. “Besides, it’s the healthiest meal I had all day. It's got protein, carbs, and even the leafy shit.”

The Captain steepled his fingers as he sighed. “Just… don’t eat all of the fries.”

As the two men lapsed into a momentary silence, the full awkwardness of the situation unfolded in Connor’s processors. He hardly knew the Captain, and what he did know of Reed was not favorable at all. And yet, he was having lunch with them.

Connor poked his straw into the top of the thirium pouch, watching intently as the air wheezed out. The Captain was most definitely looking at him, he decided, but he focused his eyes only on the drooping baf.

“That’s uh, that’s an interesting lunch you have there, Connor. Do they sell those in stores now?”

“No. Hank puts it in the bag for me. He likes to pack my lunch.”

“Oh. So… do you live with Hank?”

“... Yes. He offered me a room, and I accepted.”

The Captain and Gavin shared a look between them, and Connor slid further into his seat. “There is nothing wrong with me sharing a house with a friend.”

“We never said there was.” The Captain’s hand twitched, as if to reach out and pat Connor’s head.

To his side, Gavin nodded sagely. “Nothing weird at all, Conman.”

“Besides, you two eat lunch together. Isn’t that more suspicious?”

“Of what?”

“Of…” Connor didn’t know what he was saying. And he didn’t know why he was saying it, either. All he knew was that his stress level was rising. “Do- is it weird for two grown to hug each other? If they aren’t dating, I mean.”

“Is that what’s been bothering you?” The captain gave him a long look.

Connor nodded, intensely studying the fake wood grain of the table. If he looked hard enough, a little dog took shape.

“I- I- Hank and I hug, but he tries to do it in public and we aren’t dating at least I think we aren’t and and-”

“Connor-”

“I don’t know how I feel about him, ok?”

“Connor. It’s alright to hug your friends. Especially your male friends.”

“And it’s alright to hug your family too!”

“Gavin-”

“What?” Family? He and Hank weren’t related. Besides, he was an android; androids didn’t have family unless they married. “Lieutenant Anderson and I share no blood relation, Reed.”

“Well, duh. But family isn’t all about blood. Take me and Jeff, for instance.”

“Gavin-”

“You and… the Captain?”

“Yeah! See, I got kicked out of my house, and when I was new to the area I didn’t have a place to say, so Jeff took me in. And you didn’t have a place to stay after the revolution, so Hank took you in-”

“Gavin, he needs to figure this out for hims-”

“And Jeff is basically my Dad. Because he takes care of me and shit. And Hank takes care of you because you stay with him and he packs your lunch, so that makes him your dad!” Gavin looked extremely pleased with his summation. He grinned at Connor, leg bouncing against the floor. The captain only looked tired.

“The Lieutenant is… my father?”

“It’s obvious he cares about you deeply, Connor. And it’s not uncommon to form familial relationships with people who you aren’t related to by blood.”

“It isn’t?” Him and Lieutenant… were family? Connor had never thought of it like that. Hank was his friend, sure, had been a shoulder to lean on as he discovered deviancy and all that his newfound emotions entailed, but… a father? A man that would protect and care for Connor?

“Yes. Gavin and I aren’t related, but he still is welcome at my house.”

“Oh. Thank you for your insight, Captain.”

The rest of the lunch passed in relative unimportance. Gavin told the Captain about his day while the Captain returned his anecdotes with disapproving hums. Gavin addressed him a few times, mostly with snide remarks and queries about his day.

As Connor exited the Captain’s office, he looked at Hank. He was still bent over his desk, the remains of one of the awful sandwiches from the chicken feed scattered over the surface. Asd if he could sense Connor’s eyes on him, he looked up. The faintest bit of red corroded his eyes.

“Hello, Lieutenant.”

“Connor.” Hank gave him a nod without looking up.

Connor strode forward, until he looked directly down at the man before him. Hank looked up. His face was pressed into gruff lines, but Connor saw the smile beneath. Leaning forward, he rested his head on Hank’s shoulder as his arms wrapped around the Lieutenant in a hug. “Thank you for everything, Dad.”

[byfatedchance]

Call Me, Maybe? — 1.5.19

The scent of cannoli stirred the 4 year old from her sleep. Sleepy-eyed Liya pushed the covers aside and slid out of bed. Her stuffed penguin tucked underneath her arm she reached up for the doorknob and stepped out, following the smell to the kitchen. “I thot you said we couldn’t have desert for breakfast.” Had it not been for the sound of her voice he never would heard he coming. Alek put down the pastry bag he was using to fill the cannoli shells. He couldn’t help the light chuckle that passed from his lips, correcting her, “Dessert sweetie. Morning princepesa.” He scooped her and helped her onto the stool. “I’m making these for a friend, as a gift.” The toddled studied the stuffed cannolis, picked one up. “This one looks like a fat wiener dog. Imma eat it.” Without waiting for permission she popped the cannoli into her mouth. “You ate the wiener dog?!! You little monster.” He tickled his daughter’s tummy. “Are you making fun of daddy’s cannolis?” Bursting into a fit of giggles Liya pushed her father away. “No, no. I’m just help-ing,” the toddler denied. Typical of the little girl to help herself to the things she wanted, a habit she picked up from her aunt no doubt. “Are you now? How’s it taste?” Still chewing Liya talked with her mouth full, “Can I have some more? Promise to tell you after,” she smiled sweetly. Alek smiled in return, how she got to be a masterful mini negotiator he didn’t know, but he seldom said no to his daughter. “Alright, but you have to help me. Can you sprinkle the sugar onto the ones that are done?” When she agreed Alek went to the fridge to get them both a glass of milk. While he filled the cannolis Liya drowned them with confectioner’s sugar. “Not too much,” he laughed.

Alek chugged back the glass of milk after eating several of the cannolis. “Why are you looking at me like that?” he questioned with a knowing goofy grin. Liya snickered, removing the sugary hands from her mouth. “Be-cos, you got a mustache. You look funny.” Alek laughed. “You don’t like it?” The toddler shook her head. Sweeping his tongue across he got rid of the milk over his lips. “I think we should save the rest for my friend before we end up eating it all.” Liya held up a finger. “One more. Pleeeease?” Alek allowed her to have one more as he grabbed a small takeout box. He put the cannolis into them and closed the lid. “Aren’t peasants supposed to be wrapped?” Alek chuckled, thinking of wrapped peasants instead of presents. “Normally, yes. But I’m not sure if I should wrap this and we don’t have any wrapping paper.” Liya, the tiny problem solver, carefully stepped down from her stool. “Where are you going?” She told him she would be right back, returning with the bag of bows leftover from Christmas. Liya peeled off the sticker and stuck a red bow on the top. “There, now it looks pretty.”

——

One hand stuffed into his jacket pocket and the other holding the box of cannolis Alek looked up at the skyscraper in awe of its grandeur. The New York Times building was only a few blocks away from his restaurant, he discovered. Once inside he approached the front desk. “Could you tell me where I can find Naomi Kensington?” The man behind the desk reviewed the directory and told him to go up to the eighth floor. Alek doubled back to the desk. “Would you mind telling me where the elevators are located?” Thanking the man for the directions he was able to find the elevators. He got in and pushed the button for the floor he needed. At 8:15 in the morning the floor was mostly empty aside from the early risers, visible only by the tops of their heads behind Mac computers, keyboards clacking. The girl at the reception desk reached down into her tote bag and pulled out her laptop, nearly knocking her head on the desk when Alek spoke to her. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you. Do you know where I can find Naomi?” She took notice of the box he carried as she showed him to Naomi’s office. “She’s not here yet, but if you wait here I’m sure she’ll show up soon. I’m Cassadie, the way.” When she thought Alek wasn’t looking the girl checked him out. Their eyes met momentarily and Alek gestured a friendly wave, oblivious to any female interest in him. Though an effort had been made to look presentable, dressed in a navy sweater and jeans, his hair still looked disheveled, which Alek attempted to fix at the last minute off the reflection gleaming off the glass doors.

Naomi swiped through work emails as she rode the elevators up. Earphones on she did not notice Cassadie calling at her until nearly yanked back by the cords. “Hey!” Naomi protested. “What’s up with the smile?” Her finger wagged at the upward curve of lips that took over her coworker’s face. “There’s a guy here to see you and he’s really hot.” Cassadie winked at her. Naomi laughed then mulled over who it could be, or wished. “Ryan Gosling? George Clooney? I just remembered. All the good ones are taken. Is he still here?” Naomi walked towards her office, her coat draped over one arm and sipping on her coffee. It wasn’t hard to spot him and already a smile snuck its way onto her features. Adjusting the bag on her shoulder, Naomi pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose. She straightened the hem of her skirt. Catching cat fur on her clothes she ducked into the nearest bathroom. She picked them off then checked to make sure no buttons on her blouse had popped out of place. Feeling more confident in her appearance Naomi emerged from the bathroom and headed his way. Alek glanced at his watch periodically, smiled and politely said hi to people who walked by him, who must have wondered who he was.

“Don’t I know you from somewhere?” she teased, eyes playfully squinting as if to make him out. His expression immediately lit up at the sight of her. There was no mistaking the beautiful brunette, even with spectacles now lining her face and hair pulled up into a neat bun, a contrast to her more laid back look the night he met her. “I’m Alek,” when she didn’t respond right away he added, “The restaurant guy.” Realizing there was other ways of introducing himself, that didn’t sound as lame, he tried again but Naomi cut in. She chuckled. “I know. I remember. What brings you here?” Alek stepped toward the door and they ended up doing a little awkward dance around each other before he could get door for her. He followed her in. Naomi set her stuff down and hung her coat over her chair. She booted up her computer. “I read the article and I wanted to thank you for the kind words you wrote.” Naomi smiled. “You came all the way to thank me? You’re sweet. You hardly have do that. I wrote the truth. Food’s amazing and I can’t wait to try more of it. It might even be my new favorite restaurant.” She did not tell him that he had anything to do with why. “I’m very glad you liked it. I would love to see you again.” Naomi’s eyebrow rose slightly. “For you to come back I mean.” Before he got here he knew exactly what he was going to say but she made him nervous for some reason. “I, uh, got you something.” Alek revealed the box and gave it to her. “You did?” Naomi piped, the pitch in her voice matching the excitement bubbling within her. “It’s adorable,” she grinned up at him, referring to packaging, to the bow. She lifted the lid, took a peek inside and gasped. “I hate you...” Mistaking her response Alek apologized, alarmed, “Sorry?” Naomi shook her head and chuckled. “I meant that in the most loving way possible. I only hate that I’m going to get fat from this but I’m going to love every single bite of it.” Alek felt relieved, but his smile waned. “How could you ever see yourself that way? You’re beautiful.” Naomi blushed. “Thank you. Is it ok if I...?” She gestured to the cannolis. “By all means, enjoy. It’s better to eat them while they’re still fresh.” She popped one into her mouth. “Mmm-mm. Best gift.” Alek smiled. “I can make you more if you like.“

He checked the time. “Anyway, I wanted to make sure you got them. I should get going. I’d better be getting back to the restaurant.“ Naomi stood up and dusted off the sugar from her fingers. “Hey Casanova, aren’t you going to ask for my number?” Alek rolled his eyes, grinned in spite of the nickname, turned back around. He picked up one of her business cards, which listed both her office and cell numbers. “Is it ok if I called you sometime?” Naomi smiled. “I would like that.” He entered her number into his phone and dialed it so she would have his. “I’ll see you around.”

[stuckonserotonin]

Do allllllll the questionssssssss

You’re a little shit lol.

1. Who was the last person you held hands with?Someone at work because of a weird team bonding game

2. Are you outgoing or shy?More outgoing

3. Who are you looking forward to seeing?On of my best friends

4. Are you easy to get along with?Yes!

5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you?I don’t like being drunk enough to have to be taken care of

6. What kind of people are you attracted to?Everyone tells me I apparently have a ‘Latina taste’

7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now?Flow fam. I go where life takes me.

8. Who from the opposite gender is on your mind?My coworker Brian because he’s annoying me

9. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable?In public yes

10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with?Either my friend Olivia or Brian

11. What does the most recent text that you sent say?“That’s fine lol”

12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now?Attention x The Weeknd, Change x J Cole, Immortal x J Cole - that’s kinda it, I listen to them on like repeat lol

13. Do you like it when people play with your hair?Not really

14. Do you believe in luck and miracles?Nope

15. What good thing happened this summer?I went to Cali

16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?Yeah

17. Do you think there is life on other planets?Yes

18. Do you still talk to your first crush?I don’t even know where she is in life rn so no lmao

19. Do you like bubble baths?Nah

20. Do you like your neighbors?Yes

21. What are you bad habits?Picking up work hours when I’m stressed and stressing myself out more

22. Where would you like to travel?Europe

23. Do you have trust issues?Yes

24. Favorite part of your daily routine?Brushing my teeth

25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with?My chest

26. What do you do when you wake up?Check my phone

27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker?I’m good where I am

28. Who are you most comfortable around?My best friends Stacey and Mary

29. Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up?Most of them have at least once lmao, some still won’t shut up about it

30. Do you ever want to get married?Absolutely

31. Is your hair long enough for a pony tail?Yes

32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with?I would never have a threesome

33. Spell your name with your chin.Frga That was great

34. Do you play sports? What sports?Played basketball and ran track

35. Would you rather live without TV or music?Tv

36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them?Yep

37. What do you say during awkward silences?Oh god, idk I’ll probably ask if someone has seen something on the news or heard a new song

38. Describe your dream girl/guy?Just someone who treats me like I matter and is always down to talk and work on things to improve the relationship

39. What are your favorite stores to shop in?Forever 21, Zumiez, Pac Sun

40. What do you want to do after high school?Well I’m a junior in college so….

41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance?Nope

42. If your being extremely quiet what does it mean?EXTREMELY means I’m probably trying not to cry

43. Do you smile at strangers?Yes!

44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean?Outer space

45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning?My job

46. What are you paranoid about?Nothing really

47. Have you ever been high?Nah

48. Have you ever been drunk?Lmao yes

49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about?Not recently no but I’m an open book basically lmao

50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore?Maroon

51. Ever wished you were someone else?Nope

52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself?My left boob

53. Favourite makeup brand?N/a

54. Favourite store?I told u 3 already

55. Favourite blog?place0fperfecti0n

56. Favourite colour?Blue

57. Favourite food?Chicken

58. Last thing you ate?Fries

59. First thing you ate this morning?Eggs

60. Ever won a competition? For what?Yes, karate

61. Been suspended/expelled? For what?Nope!

62. Been arrested? For what?Nope!

63. Ever been in love?Yes.

64. Tell us the story of your first kiss?It was awful bc my friends made me do it and he was like 5 inches shorter than me

65. Are you hungry right now?Nah

66. Do you like your tumblr friends more than your real friends?Equally

67. Facebook or Twitter?Twitter

68. Twitter or Tumblr?Tumblr

69. Are you watching tv right now?Yes

70. Names of your bestfriends?Mary and Stacey

71. Craving something? What?Yes sleep

72. What colour are your towels?Gray and blue

72. How many pillows do you sleep with?1

73. Do you sleep with stuffed animals?Yes 1

74. How many stuffed animals do you think you have?1

75. Favourite animal?Elephants

76. What colour is your underwear?Black

77. Chocolate or Vanilla?Vanilla

78. Favourite ice cream flavour?Cotton candy

79. What colour shirt are you wearing?Black white and purple plaid

80. What colour pants?Blue jeans

81. Favourite tv show?Friends

82. Favourite movie?Sing

83. Mean Girls or Mean Girls 2?Mean Girls

84. Mean Girls or 21 Jump Street?Mean Girls

85. Favourite character from Mean Girls?Gretchen

86. Favourite character from Finding Nemo?Dory

87. First person you talked to today?Brian

88. Last person you talked to today?Joseph

89. Name a person you hate?I don’t hate anyone

90. Name a person you love?Mom

91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now?I’m sure there is

92. In a fight with someone?Nah

93. How many sweatpants do you have?10

94. How many sweaters/hoodies do you have?Too many and not enough

95. Last movie you watched?Sing

96. Favourite actress?Emma Watson

97. Favourite actor?Will Smith

98. Do you tan a lot?Not really

99. Have any pets?2 dogs and a cat

100. How are you feeling?Tired but good

101. Do you type fast?Yes

102. Do you regret anything from your past?Nope

103. Can you spell well?Yes

104. Do you miss anyone from your past?Yes

105. Ever been to a bonfire party?Yes

106. Ever broken someone’s heart?Yes

107. Have you ever been on a horse?Yes

108. What should you be doing?Yes my door decorations lmao

109. Is something irritating you right now?Yes

110. Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt?YES

111. Do you have trust issues?Yes

112. Who was the last person you cried in front of?My friend Kemmie

113. What was your childhood nickname?Kyky

114. Have you ever been out of your province/state?Yes

115. Do you play the Wii?No

116. Are you listening to music right now?No

117. Do you like chicken noodle soup?Yes

118. Do you like Chinese food?Yes

119. Favourite book?Looking for Alaska

120. Are you afraid of the dark?Nope

121. Are you mean?I can be if you piss me off

122. Is cheating ever okay?Never.

123. Can you keep white shoes clean?Nope lmao

124. Do you believe in love at first sight?No

125. Do you believe in true love?Yes

126. Are you currently bored?Nah

127. What makes you happy?Music

128. Would you change your name?Never

129. What your zodiac sign?Cancer

130. Do you like subway?Yes

131. Your bestfriend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?Laugh because he’s stupid

132. Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?I answered this already did I not

133. Favourite lyrics right now?“Fuck out my way when you see me, I roll up with the LGBT”

134. Can you count to one million?Yeah

135. Dumbest lie you ever told?I have no clue

136. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed?Closed at school and open at home

137. How tall are you?5'6

138. Curly or Straight hair?Curly

139. Brunette or Blonde?Brunette

140. Summer or Winter?Summer

141. Night or Day?Sunset

142. Favourite month?June

143. Are you a vegetarian?Nope

144. Dark, milk or white chocolate?Milk

145. Tea or Coffee?Coffee

146. Was today a good day?Yes

147. Mars or Snickers?Mars

148. What’s your favourite quote?Anything Albus Dumbledore said

149. Do you believe in ghosts?Yeah

150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page?There aren’t any