#but i fucking got a 91% in one class and passed the other

[weafurry]

ykw tumblr gets me gushing about this too. SUMMER SCHOOL CLASSES OFFICIALLY DONE!!

Im so fucking happy man . this is genuinely the first time since MIDDLE SCHOOL that I've gotten through an entire school year without failing a single class. if all goes according to plan i start school back up in august and graduate in december of 2024 :)

[monstrous-femme]

I sleep. I dream. I make up things that I would never say. I say them very quietly.

-Richard Siken, Crush “Meanwhile”

*

Nancy wonders, as she sits on a small-town Connecticut sidewalk with Eddie, if this is the time she’ll fuck up the timeline by skipping class. But the thing is, no one ever seems to care, and when she’d woken up today in a body so heavy that she could barely move it out of bed, she’d known she wasn’t going. Other-her will just have to make up the work, or tank her GPA—she’s fine with either, really.

It's gray October twilight, and they’re sitting outside of a park passing a joint in a way that Nancy’s younger self would have despised, because there are technically children a few yards away. This wouldn’t matter in Brooklyn, or Boston, but with the five-hour drive between them, they’d decided it was most efficient to meet halfway, especially if Nancy might revert to her other self the moment she falls asleep.

“So,” Eddie asks, nudging her shoulder. “Anything I should know about the future from this point in time?”

They haven’t talked much since she got here at noon, not about anything real. They sat in a diner, drank stale coffee and ate lukewarm grilled cheese. They’d spent an hour in a bookshop, with Eddie making increasingly enthusiastic comments about the stupidest-looking paperbacks, with little gray aliens on the cover. A transparent, if appreciated, attempt to lighten the mood. He must have known that she would only call him if she didn’t know how else to get through the day.

“Nothing earth-shattering. I never make it past 1993.”

“Well, it’s only ’91 now, there’s plenty of time for me to have gotten into some scrapes.”

“Sorry,” Nancy says, taking a long hit from the joint. “Nothing big enough to make it to me in Boston. You’re just going to have to keep yourself out of trouble.”

“Damn.”

[teeforhee]

okay so because of u know the whole ~pandemic~ thing, exams are being done differently this year and the way my specific mathematics teacher is doing it is by having us sit two full assessments and then taking the higher grade of the two and calling that our grade. so we've just got the estimated marks back for the first one, could go up or down by about 3~, a bit more than 3%, and the next one is in about a week and uhhhh. well. to out this plainly my overall score was 91% on the first assessment so. well. I'm wondering if I should ask my teacher to use the second assessment periods as study periods for my other classes where I'm getting way less or if I should be trying extra hard to reach 97% or something.

[gamerwoo]

Seungkwan: A New Perspective

Characters: Seungkwan x reader (gender neutral)

Genre/warnings: college au, friends to lovers, literally all fluff, a little humor thrown in there

Word count: 1,072

Summary: When someone’s in love with you, you’ll see color when they look at you. You’ve always seen in black and white when any of your friends looked at you, but one day, Seungkwan looked at you differently.

You leaned back in the desk chair, going cross-eyed as you looked down at the pencil you were trying to keep balanced between your nose and your upper lip as you puckered your lips. You could feel the weight of someone’s stare on you, so your eyes flickered up to see Seungkwan laying on his bed across the dorm room, just staring like he was looking at possibly the dumbest thing he’d ever seen.

The black and white of your world was something you were used to. You’d seen that way since you had grown up, and while some of your friends had experienced colors before -- including Seungkwan -- you had yet to. But it wasn’t anything you were necessarily upset about. You weren’t going out trying to get anyone to fall in love with you just so you could experience it. Seeing the grey spectrum wasn’t so bad, really.

Seungkwan continued to stare wordlessly until you finally hummed as if to ask what he was looking at you for, raising your eyebrows.

He just scoffed and rolled his eyes, “You’re fucking weird...”

Your face broke into a smile, the pencil falling from your face and into your lap before rolling onto the floor, “Thanks.”

“Can you study like a normal person for once?” he asked, seeming like he was genuinely annoyed but you could tell easily that he was just teasing you.

“I’m bored, Seungkwan,” you whined.

“And I want to pass college,” he replied, glancing back at you. “Stop distracting me.”

“Then stop staring, butthead.”

He just grumbled to himself before going back to his textbook.

The last thing he would do was tell you how cute he thought you were.

-

Seungkwan’s face was inches away from the dashboard before he was flung backwards, his body hitting the seat. He continued to stare forward out the windshield before slowly turning his head to face you. He was looking emotionlessly at your profile, but you still refused to make eye contact despite feeling his intense gaze on you. You just stared straight ahead at the light grey car that you almost rear-ended. 

“_____, can you not drive like a fucking maniac?!” his voice started out calm before he slowly began yelling toward the end.

“Well can you not distract me with your singing?!” you shot back, finally looking at him. “You’re not Mariah Carey, dude!”

“My singing is beautiful, thank you!” he huffed, crossing his arms over his chest and dramatically looking out the window.

You knew he wasn’t genuinely mad, and he knew you didn’t actually hate his singing. Actually, it was kind of the fault of the dude who decided to pull out in front of you without using a blinker. Seungkwan just wanted to give you a hard time like always.

You started giggling, seeing how he stuck his nose up in the air like he was going to start giving you the silent treatment -- something you were no stranger to, “Kwannie, I’m sorryyyy!”

“Sorry doesn’t fix the fact you almost killed me,” he stated.

“Almost, Seungkwan, almost!”

It took everything in him to not crack a smile hearing your laugh.

-

What caused the stare-off, you weren’t sure. The two of you were supposed to be cramming for your midterms tomorrow, but instead, you were both sitting on opposite ends of Seungkwan’s bed and just staring at each other. You took in every shade of grey that was Seungkwan, while he quirked a brow as if to silently ask what the hell you wanted.

“_____, stop staring at me!” he whined before throwing his pillow at your face.

You let out a laugh as the pillow fell to your lap, “Damn, I can’t admire the beauty of Boo Seungkwan? Sorry.”

“No,” he frowned, “I wish to not be perceived at this time.”

“Understood,” you nodded.

It wasn’t uncommon for you and Seungkwan to have sleepovers, but they always ended with the two of you staying up way too late, and you getting especially over-tired and slaphappy. You’d giggle at anything and everything, say and do whatever you felt like in the moment, and become especially cuddly.

But Seungkwan would never tell you how endearing he found it. Especially not when you fell asleep on his chest, and he stayed up for a few more moments to watch your sleeping face in full color. Because he knew you never knew you fell in love with him, but he knew the exact moment it happened because his world went from black and white to every color of the rainbow every single time you looked at him. But he was slowly, slowly falling in love with you every single day, no matter how hard he tried to come off like everything was the same as it had always been. He was never going to tell you.

He was just going to wait.

-

Your eyes were closed as you laid on the soccer field, taking in the sun while you listened to music from your phone. You’d gotten out of class fifteen minutes ago and decided to just wait for Seungkwan so you could share your results in person.

“How’d it go?” you heard his familiar voice.

You sat up and opened your eyes, seeing him sitting by your feet while he was scrolling on his phone. You shifted yourself around so you were sitting beside him and digging through your backpack that you’d left laying in the grass next to you, “I got a 91. What about--”

You stopped, being almost blinded by the beautiful green of the grass. Your backpack went from being a shade of grey to suddenly being a vibrant blue that you always imagined the sky might look like. Your skin came alive with color, your shoes -- the entire world around you.

That was when you were aware of the feeling of someone staring at you.

Slowly, almost nervously, you turned your head to the right. Your eyes locked with Seungkwan, seeing beautiful brown that looked like warm chocolate in the sun. He stared back at you, almost like he was scared you’d run away even though he knew you weren’t going to. He just wasn’t sure what stopped you from speaking.

“You have really pretty eyes,” you told him in a murmur.

He smiled softly despite his heart hammering in his chest, “Funny, I’ve always thought the same about you.”

[ateezmakemeweep]

richboy!yeosang (part 2)

word count: 5k

fluff, smut (tw: mentions of abortion)

(part 1) (miniseries masterlist)

“did you just puke again?”

you look up at yunho from your spot on the couch, bags under your extremely unamused eyes as you nod your head lazily. 

you warned him not to come over in the first place today, that you didn’t wanna get him or mingi sick since you’ve spent the past few days still vomiting and feeling like shit.

but he insisted, not wanting you to spend the day alone and cooking for yourself when you didn’t feel your best. 

yeosang had stayed home with you for two days but had to get back to his classes, you all but forcing him out of bed in the early morning hours this week. 

“yes,” you whine, a pout on your face as he smooths down your messy hair. “which is why you shouldn’t be here!” 

he only rolls his eyes as he fixes the blanket over you, claiming he’s immune to all illness before tucking you in like a child and going off to the kitchen to check on the soup he’s making. 

you let out a sigh as you hear yunho humming softly, sprawling out on the couch and stretching your aching bones. you thought for sure you had some sort of stomach flu, a slight fever and vomiting along with just pain all over.

but it’s been almost a full week now of waking up and feeling like this, irritation starting to settle in because it feels like you’re never gonna get better.

it makes it even more frustrating that, in the mid-afternoon and nighttime, it seems as if you’re getting better, just for everything to start all over again.

“that’s odd,” yunho hums softly when you tell him that, carrying your bowl of soup and a package of crackers that makes you hold back a smile. 

he side-eyes you when he sees your lips twitching, flicking your head gently and gesturing at the food he just cooked for you. 

“have you gone to the doctor?”

“you know they freak me out,” you mutter, slurping the soup and humming when the warm broth hits your tongue; if there’s one thing you learned about yunho over these college years, it’s that he’s a great cook. 

“this is good.”

“thanks,” he smiles softly, watching closely as you slurp down the broth.

this is a meal he makes for mingi every time the boy isn’t feeling well and, while he knows his boyfriend is secretly wimpier than you, he always looks more...sickly. 

pale and sleepy and barely able to lift the spoon into his mouth; but then again, it could be his fiancé being a baby and wanting to be doted on.

“that made me feel better,” you smile happily, getting up from the couch slowly to wash your bowl and spoon before yunho can. 

the boy notices and narrows his eyes, following you into the kitchen quickly and leaning against the counter. 

“you know, it’s weird that it’s only in the morning,” yunho says inquisitively, “and that yeosang didn’t get it in that first twenty four hours.”

“i know, right, i was thinking the same thing,” you admit, dapping the sponge with dish soap as you clean out your dishes. 

“maybe it’s some kind of, like, food poisoning? me and yeosang got that sushi place a few nights before this all-”

your apartment door opening causes you to peek out into the hallway, a tall and annoyed mingi making his way to you; the boy seems even more disappointed when he smells the familiar scent of yunho’s soup.

“did you save some for me?” 

“are you sick?” yunho asks, smiling softly when mingi pokes him in the arm. “what happened? why do you look so annoyed?”

“because halloween isn’t for another week and people are already coming into the bars dressed up and shit. if i had to serve one more person covered in a poorly cut white sheet, i was gonna scream.” 

you and yunho side eye each other with a smirk, one of mingi’s many complaints about being a part-time bartender the amount of sociable people. but the job works for him despite his less than amused attitude, his withdrawn, mysterious personality and handsome face responsible for his hefty tips.

“what are you guys gonna be? pirates again?” you ask, a wide cheeky grin on your face; for the past three halloweens, they haven’t strayed from their favorite costumes. 

“pirates again,” mingi mocks immaturely, his head turning toward you before he does a double take. his hand on your face causes you to stop washing your spoon, eyebrows pulled together as you look at him in confusion. 

“what?” 

“you look weird,” mingi says bluntly, turning your face side to side. your mouth drops open as yunho smacks him in the arm, coming to your defense and saying that you’ve been sick for the past few days.

“yeah, you asshole! i’ve been puking my guts out all morning, excuse me for not looking my best.”

“even more reason for you to go to the doctor,” yunho chimes in quietly, the icy look you throw his way causing him to smile sweetly. 

“but i start to feel fine by the afternoons,” you whine, pulling your face out of mingi’s grasp belligerently. “i have a feeling they won’t even help me.”

“you still have to go, babe,” yunho says softly, running his hand through your hair gently. “that doesn’t sound normal. especially since it’s almost been an entire week.”

you let a sigh as you turn off the sink, wiping your hands on your pants before promptly (and immaturely) stomping back to the couch. it’s in your pursuit to throw yourself back down on the cushions that mingi grabs you before you can, gazing down at you with a wide-eyed expression. 

“what?” you whine again, the slightest hint of exasperation in your tone; he’s starting to freak you out.

“has yeosang gotten sick?”

you shake your head.

“and it’s only in the morning?”

a confused nod.

“and you’re just nauseous and puking?

another confused nod, about to ask him what the hell he’s on about before his next question causes your stomach to drop.

“is your period late?” 

the question makes you still and you’re faintly aware of yunho’s choked gasp in the background, thinking back to the last time you had your period. 

you wrack your brain for the answer but can’t quite remember, pushing down the panic that’s threatening to rise as you start to piece things together. 

your skin’s been clear, you haven’t had cramps, your boobs don’t hurt... but even so, that wouldn’t be possible, right? 

you’ve been on birth control since high school. there’s no way that’s why your period is late, school just started up and work is stressful.

you’ve been stressed since summer ended, not used to the new routine of life. 

there’s no way that the 99.9% effectiveness rate is gonna fail you out of everyone in the world. especially when you’re pretty good about taking it, when you take it everyday around the same-

“holy fuck. it’s late, isn’t it?” 

“mingi, shut up! she looks like she’s about to puke again.”

you don’t even realize that you’re panicking until you look up at them and see them watching you carefully, yunho soft and sympathetic while mingi is shocked and almost disturbed. 

“i-it’s because i’m stressed,” you say, voice sounding like you’re on the brink of a mental breakdown; the denial and hope is all too evident. 

“i have a lot more assignments now for school and work’s been crazy. i’m just stressed and i’m... i can’t be-”

“the pill isn’t always effective, y/n...” yunho says gently, his voice soothing and sweet but doing nothing to calm you. 

“yes it is,” you squeak, your eyes wide and hands shaking as you watch the two giant boys looking down at you. “i-it’s 99.9%...” 

“they say it’s probably only 91% effective...” mingi says, yunho letting out a scoff as he drags mingi back against his body. 

“you’re not helping at all,” he growls lowly in his fiancé’s ear, the dark-haired boy turning around and looking over his face. 

“she has morning sickness, yunho, how could this not be-”

“it’s not morning sickness! i can’t be pregnant!”

the thought didn’t even cross your mind, not in the slightest. why would it? you’ve been safe and careful and actively trying to prevent this. 

“y/n, it’s okay,” yunho says, making his way over to you slowly.

your heart starts to pound and tears are threatening to burn the back of your eyes, shaking your head frantically as you look between the two boys. 

“why is it late? i didn’t- i didn’t even notice. or think about that. oh, my god.”

you throw your head in your hands and yunho’s quick to plop down beside you, putting his arm around you gently before pulling you into him. 

he breathes quiet reassurances into your ear for a few silent moments, his scent clean and nice and you try to focus on it surrounding your nose and calming you.

but it does nothing of the sort. 

because yeosang’s scent is always the thing to calm you, sweet and familiar and reminiscent of your home that’s mixed with whatever festive candle is burning at the time.

but what would yeosang think about this current situation, knowing that you’re really entertaining the idea that you might be pregnant with his child?

“what would yeosang say?” you blurt out, your head snapping to see mingi now a few feet away from you. 

you’re suddenly consumed by how fucking eerie this all is, just a little over a month ago talking with yeosang about your future kids. but he had made it clear  it was far into the future, the same way you did. 

you never ever thought the future would be only weeks later. 

“he said he wanted kids in the future. but the future future! we even said you guys would have kids before us and would need a lot of practice! holyfuck, no. i can’t be pregnant, i can’t be-”

“y/n.”

mingi’s knelt between your legs before you can pass out from lack of air, his face relaxed and eyes looking up at you softly. you swallow the lump in your throat as he exaggerates his breathing, in and out, as he rests his hands on your knees. 

“mingi, i can’t. what if i’m actually-”

“stop.” 

his voice is deep and gruff as he shakes his head, ignoring yunho’s gaze piercing into his face. your eyes start to well up with tears the more he looks at you, the sympathy in his gaze making you even more uneasy. 

“mingi,” you whine but he only shakes his head again, squeezing your knee as he begins to talk.

“we’ll go get a test, okay? all three of us. together.”

“and what if it’s-”

“we’ll deal with whatever result when it happens. but for now, we gotta figure it out first.”

mingi can see the fear behind your eyes so he rubs his hand over your knee soothingly, eventually helping you up and out of the house with yunho. 

there’s a slightly tense silence as you guys walk down the block to the nearest pharmacy, trapped between the two boys who bump your arms and occasionally graze your hand affectionately. 

you looked over the tests in a daze, your shaky hand reaching to pick out a pack of five as you tried to brace yourself for whatever the result was gonna be. 

“i can’t do it.”

“you have to, y/n. how else are we gonna know?” mingi asks you through the door an hour later, the white stick in your hand as you try to force yourself to pee on it. 

it’s one thing to pee in a cup at the doctor to make sure all is well but doing it to find out if your life is about to change forever? that’s a lot more daunting to do, let alone on five of them. 

“just do one first, then we can go from there,” yunho says gently, his kind, soft-spoken voice not even helping you at this point.

“i can’t!” you cry out, tears pricking your eyes as the white test wobbles in your hand. 

“you gotta try, babe,” yunho says softly, mingi biting his tongue as he resists the urge to stomp in there and demand to help; his fiancé must know it too, if the chastising look he throws his way tells him anything.

“she’s scared, mingi,” yunho mumbles softly, squeezing his fiance’s arm affectionately. 

it’s one of the many, subtle ways he’s learned to calm mingi down over the years, whether it be when the boy is an anxious fit or ready to bite someone’s head off. 

“i know she is but she could not be pregnant,” the tall boy rationalizes, placing his hand atop yunho’s absentmindedly. “so she’s just freaking herself out for nothing.”

“you’d freak out too if you thought you were pregnant.”

“okay, well no shit,” mingi deadpans, a laugh bubbling from yunho that has a smile lighting up the usual grouchy boy’s face. 

“why are you guys laughing!” you yelp, whipping open the door to reveal yourself with tears brimming in your eyes. “this is no laughing matter!” 

“can you just piss already?” mingi asks snippily, yunho pinching his arm and mumbling for him to get you some water before looking at you encouragingly. 

his hands cup your face gently, eyes soft and sympathetic as he looks you over. 

“i know you’re scared, y/n, but the quicker you can go, the quicker you’ll have the results and know for sure.”

“yunho, if i’m pregnant, what am i gonna-”

“then you’re pregnant and we’ll figure out what to do next,” he says with finality, his thumbs stroking over your cheek gently. “but you could also not be pregnant and just be stressed with everything, like you said. we won’t know until you pee.”

you let out a noise between a huff and a laugh, looking at him with a frown before taking a deep breath and braving the bathroom once again. 

it takes you a few moments, getting the urge to urinate as you place the stick between your legs but eventually, you have it in the sink and you’re gripping the counter tightly. 

never ever did you think in a million years you’d be in this situation during your junior year of college, hunched over a sink in your ritzy, city apartment waiting for the results of a pregnancy test.

you have to imagine yeosang never pictured this either, the kids he planned to have in his adult years way after college coming to him nearly 10 years early. 

tears burn your eyes as you picture telling him, lucky to not have the financial burden of raising a child but instead...everything else. the way one’s life and relationships and mindsets truly change after becoming a parent.

using the word parent to describe you and yeosang doesn’t even sound right.

how are you supposed to do this? tell him and think it over and make decisions about this when most days, you two can’t even decide what you wanna eat. 

you both still have so much left to do with your young adult lives, finishing school and getting jobs and maybe traveling to the top ten countries you guys decided one night at two a.m. 

could you do all of it with a baby? could you guys survive it at all? is this something yeosang would even consider despite being-

“y/n? did you do it?” yunho’s soft voice calls, the eerie silence within the bathroom making the two giant boys panic right outside. 

they get their answer when you open the door and stare at them with a terrified expression, wide eyes and a wobbling lip that immediately causes mingi to pull you into him. 

you crumble against him as you bury your face in his broad chest, only slightly aware of yunho petting the top of your head calmingly. 

the apartment is silent despite the honks and bustle of the city outside, all three of you breathing slowly and calmly as you inhale the smell of mingi and yunho’s combined scents; you think it has something to do with them sharing clothes more often than not. 

the silence is broken when you three hear a beep from a few feet away, your head snapping up and back toward the bathroom as mingi mumbles a low “shit.” 

yunho sneers at him before walking over to you, giving you a knowing look as tears well up in your eyes.

“it’s okay,” the dark haired boy promises, firmly believing that no matter what the result is, it’ll all eventually be okay. 

“you look first,” you beg, voice barely above a whisper. 

you can’t bring yourself to look at it yet, knowing that there’s a 50% chance your life is about to drastically change. 

you need the last few moments of pure panic before you either become so relieved and overwhelmed with gratitude or start to panic 100 times more. 

“are you sure?” yunho asks apprehensively, now feeling a bit of fear pull in his own gut. 

“positive,” you say, your face falling just as mingi snorts, “it might be.”

“mingi,” yunho mumbles warningly just as you snap your head in his direction. 

the death glare you send his way nearly makes him smile, if the mood wasn’t so tense and yunho wasn’t glaring at him and you weren’t four seconds away from finding out if a fetus is about to start growing inside you.

“please look before i start to puke again.”

yunho looks over your face one more time before letting out a sigh, walking into the bathroom and looking down at the white stick in the sink. 

he feels his heart drop into his stomach immediately, tightening his hold on the marble countertop as he swallows. mingi notices the way his adams apple bobs and feels his own eyes widening, squeezing past you as you watch the scene unfold in front of you.   

mingi places his hand on yunho’s arm as he peers over the boy’s shoulder, a gasp leaving his mouth that immediately causes tears to spring to your eyes. 

and it’s when your best friend looks at you with a flood of different emotions swirling in his eyes, you already know what the result is.

the same result as the other four tests you took afterward, a total of five positive pregnancy tests right there in your bathroom sink. 

you’re not sure how long you cried into your hands as you slumped onto the couch, sobs wracking your body and shaking as you tried to come to terms with it. 

because the prospect of your life changing wasn’t the only scary thing, yeosang’s reaction and your parents wasn’t the only scary thing; the journey of the pregnancy itself was fucking terrifying. 

watching and feeling your body change and going through an ordeal every woman describes as something so incredibly painful. you’d already been puking and having body ache thus far, and you know things are only gonna get worse. 

even after your cries eventually stop, your face red and eyes sore and nose full of wet snot, the boys next to you are still silent. you almost think they expected the results to be negative, not to go back and check again and again and again for the two tiny pink lines displayed on the screen.

“i’m scared.”

it’s the first thing you say to break the silence after god knows how long, mingi looking to you just as yunho reaches out and holds your hand in his. they were lost in their own little world too, wondering how you’re gonna handle going through this and what yeosang’s response will be. 

they know he loves you and will be by your side no matter what but it’s still a hard situation to grasp. being young and scared and faced with the challenges an accidental pregnancy creates. 

“what are you gonna do?” mingi asks softly; you know the situation has gotta be bad, because you don’t know if you’ve ever heard his voice this sweet talking to anyone besides yunho. 

“i don’t know,” you say, voice barely above a whisper as the last remaining tears burn the back of your eyes. “i just...i don’t know. i’m so fucking scared.”

“well do you wanna...keep it?” mingi asks, yunho’s head snapping to the side as he looks at him. “you have options, you know.”

"i know,” you tell him softly, licking over your lips nervously; you never thought in a million years this would be a predicament you were in. “i don’t know if i could do that. i’m scared... but that seems scarier to me. and i still have to tell yeosang.”

the two boys don’t comment as you sit there with your thoughts, your leg starting to bounce nervously as you think about telling yeosang this news; this kind of announcement should be happy and joyful and exciting, you feel bad by the sheer terror pulsing in your veins. 

“i have to tell yeosang,” you repeat, yunho and mingi looking you over as you start to think aloud. “what is he gonna say? what if he gets mad?” 

“he’s the one who did it, how the fuck is he gonna get mad?” mingi growls, the semi-like, hate relationship with the boy coming out; he doesn’t think yeosang will react like that but he knows if he does, he’ll for sure crack his head open the way he intended to in the library back in high school.

“he’s not gonna be mad,” yunho assures, side eyeing mingi before he places a hand on your shoulder. “he’s probably gonna be just as scared as you.”

and you think if yeosang came home later that night in a good mood, you would’ve seen that yunho was right.

but the second your boyfriend got in the door, you knew he wasn’t okay. his face was pale and sunken and he looked utterly defeated, hair messy from the downpour of rain and just an overall look of exhaustion over him. 

“work is driving me fucking insane, babe, it’s like they don’t know i’m still in school,” he tells you over dinner, his fork viciously stabbing into a piece of chicken. 

“i have a hundred different things to do and they’re being assholes because i asked for one fucking extension. i’m just about ready to tell them to go fuck themsel- are you okay?”

he looked up from his food to see you staring down at your plate of noodles, completely untouched as your eyes train blankly on the white take out bowl. 

“baby?” he hums lowly, his hand touching yours causing you to jump slightly. his eyebrows pull together slightly as he looks over your face, looking for any visible signs of stress or upset. “what’s wrong? do you not like it?”

“oh, no, no,” you laugh out humorlessly, bringing your fork down to swirl a few noddles before popping it in your mouth. “sorry, i’m just sleepy. yunho and mingi came over today.”

“ahh, tired my sick girl out, huh?” he teases, a frown on his face as he places the back of his hand on your head. “how’d you feel today? i hated leaving you.”

it takes everything in you not to burst into tears on the spot, your stomach twisting painfully as you shrug your shoulders at him. 

“fine,” you mumble, “threw up a few times, then felt better. the same thing.”

“you gotta go to the doctor, love,” yeosang says, wiping at the corner of your mouth where a small speck of sauce lay. “i know you hate them but this is weird. especially since i feel fine.”

you only smile softly at him and nod, stomach sinking again after he adds on, “well, apart from being worried about you and so fucking annoyed with work. i know hwa’s mom got me the job but, shit, i’m about ready to be a real dick.”

“don’t do that,” you chastise lightly, smacking him in the arm playfully. he only chuckles in response, the tenseness in his eyes from the moment he walked in slowly disapating. 

you can’t mention this tonight. you have to wait until his stress is minimal and news of his baby won’t be the thing that puts him over the edge. 

“congratulations, you’re almost seven weeks pregnant!”

the words didn’t surprise you when you went to the doctor three days later, mingi’s hand in yours with a horrible pit in your stomach. 

it felt wrong to be here with anyone who wasn’t yeosang but yunho and mingi had begged you to go, stressing your own personal safety as well as ensuring you didn’t somehow get five false positives. 

and over the next few days, anytime you’d try to tell yeosang, something always came up and prevented you.

work and school still stressing him out, his coworkers inviting you guys to dinner, you passing out while he was still in the shower because apparently the first trimester is doing you so dirty already. 

“you have to tell him soon, babe,” yunho said a week after that doctors appointment, holding back a laugh as he remembers the horror that crossed his fiance’s face when everyone thought he was the proud father to be.

“have you told him yet?” mingi asked two weeks later, back from a vacation with yunho where they couldn’t help but worry about you and yeosang.

his eyes widened and he covered his face with his hands when you shook your head no, his loudly spoken “what are you waiting for!” echoing through the small coffee shop.

“keep your voice down!” you snap, smacking him from across the table as you shoot him a stern look. 

“y/n, it’s almost been a month and he still doesn’t know he’s gonna be a dad,” the boy whispers now, even though yeosang’s across the city at work and there’s only a few other people in the store right now. 

“he’s been stressed about work and school and there just... hasn’t been a right time,” you reason weakly. 

because even though that is the truth, he has been stressed and news of this would surely add on to it, you also know that telling him would make this all feel too real.

put it out in the world that you’re pregnant and he’ll be a father and you’ll both have to start making decisions based around those facts; are you both ready for this discussion?

you don’t feel ready. you feel more scared about this than you’ve ever felt in your entire life 

“there might not ever be a good time, y/n,” mingi says softly, understanding why you’re scared but also knowing, despite his own feelings toward the boy, that yeosang will love you no matter what. 

“and even though he’s a fucking dick, he loves you. and he wouldn’t want you being scared and dealing with this alone.”

tears prick your eyes because you know what mingi’s saying is right. and you guess if you’re gonna be terrified and stressed out, you might as well be together. 

but your stomach nearly sinks that night, yeosang’s arm around your shoulder as you both watch tv, when he lowers the volume and begins to speak.

“baby, can i ask you something?”

you turn around and peek up at him, his eyes soft and curious and it makes your heart pull in your chest that even you can see the love reflecting in them.

“hm?” you hum as you look at him, warm and comfortable in his hold; because as far as stress and ways to relieve it go, you two usually fuck until you forget it. 

but you haven’t felt right in the mornings and get sleepy by night, something you know yeosang had to have noticed and is too sweet to call you out on. 

“are you... is everything okay?” he asks, his arm rubbing at your shoulder gently. “i feel like you’ve been out of it these past few weeks.” 

he noticed the week you were sick but chopped it up to just that, feeling gross and drained and he completely understood it.

but then it seemed as if you started to avoid him completely, pushing away when he’d try to deepen a kiss or mutter that you weren’t in the mood when he sank to his knees at your bedside. 

“and i don’t know... you seem a little distant,” he mumbled lowly, his hand slowly reaching up to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear. “i just wanna make sure everything’s okay.”

you think maybe it’s a little bit of everything that makes you promptly burst into tears. his sweetness and the starting of hormones and the guilt of keeping this secret from him for far too long.

“baby, what happened?” yeosang mumbles, his heart sinking the second he sees the tears well in your eyes.; he wasn’t sure what happened or what was wrong but he knew it had to be something.

you can only sniffle as you bury your face in his chest, shaking your head as you just cry and cry into him. 

you’re faintly aware of his hand running through your hair, lips against your head as he takes deep, calming breaths. 

“please tell me what’s wrong,” he says after a few moments, pulling your face out of his chest so you can meet his gaze. the look in your eye is one he’s never seen before and he doesn’t know what to make of it, wiping wetness from your cheeks as he looks at you pleadingly.

“c’mon, my love. talk to me,” his deep voice begs, a tiny sob leaving your mouth as you shake your head again.

“you’re gonna be mad,” you whimper out, knowing that you keeping this from him for this long was so fucking stupid; but you’re scared and you know he’s gonna be too, especially given his.... upbringing.

there are just so many factors that are making all of this ten times scarier.

“i won’t, baby,” he tells you gently, a pout on his lips as he looks down at you. 

he’s not used to seeing you this upset, he hates seeing you cry and in any sort of pain since, for the past few years, you’ve only ever cried because of stupid, cheesy movies.

but you can only look at him with a blank expression, both of knowing very well how short his fuse could be. 

“when do i ever get mad at you?” he corrects, a tiny smile breaking out across his face when you sniffle and your face scrunches up. 

he doesn’t know what you’re about to tell him, or what could be so scary and upsetting that you’re breaking down like this, but he knows that when it comes to you, he’s wrapped around your finger. 

and nothing you tell him could ever be that bad and panic-inducing. 

“i’m pregnant.”

part 3

tag list: @mirror-juliet​ @toffee-hwa​ @valhoez​ @miatsubaki23​ 

[albedos-experiment-gone-wrong]

Hetalian Love Nikki Players Headcanons

Japan:  -Serious player, plays for completion  -He’s been literally banned from doing Hell Events and Pavilions in public as the last time he played, he started yelling and nearly took out a lamppost.  -He can usually be found in the hotlist in the SC -He plays in the Japanese server as well as the English server, but he often bitches about how Love Nikki is super behind -He’s at 98% wardrobe -He’s V14, procrastinating become V15 -He almost never forgets to log in. -Favorite nation is Cloud, followed by Apple -Has around 20,000 diamonds at all times, only exceptions is after hell events and really unlucky pavilions -Hates the contests with a passion, he can never win (and he usually feels as his outfits are always better than the top 20) but he still competes in all of them -Somehow, he has completed Winter Miracle. -Somehow got Ludwig to allow Love Nikking during meetings. -Has most of the dreamweavers America:  -He’s in between being a serious player and a chill player -He’s V13, won’t hesitate to become V14+ but needs money -He’s at 91% wardrobe, only missing a few recent events and some crafting suits -His favorite nation is Ruin, followed Apple -He often forgets to log in, but Kiku is a life saver and reminds him at the literal last second -He doesn’t often visit the SC  -Only competes in contests with themes he likes -Plays in many servers but prefers the English (because he’s lazy) -He usually doesn’t use Nikki’s Info, actually he’s really good at making outfits himself -He has a good bit of Seal Sailor and Kiku can’t stand that. -He usually has anywhere from 5,000 to 12,000 diamonds at any given moment -He’s in an association with Kiku and they’re the most active -Plays during classes and meetings -”Woaaaaah Miracle Nikki is soooooo ahead of Love Nikki!!” -Average luck with pavilions -He’s actually fine with everyone making fun of how behind Love Nikki is because it’s true -He’ll often hyperfixation on the game and when he does that, he gets really serious, but the hyperfixation and seriousness always pass South Korea:  -The best person at pavilions ever. No joke, Kiku makes him do his pulls. -Normally part of top 20 in the contests -95% wardrobe -V15, he did it just to tease Kiku -He usually is pretty broke when it comes to diamonds, but has a motherload of stamina and coins -He’ll do alot of drops to gain items to decompose, drops you need for crafting, and evolving often.  -He changes his avatar often -Has a discord server for Love Nikkiers where they talk about current events in their main server, outfits, drama, and vent about how much they hate Nikki at times. -Kiku also has to remind him to log in China: -He’s fucking king.  -He is a chill player but he has such a huge wardrobe (99%) that it’s hard to believe he isn’t playing for completion.  -In the discord server, he’ll tell the others about new event his server got and the costs and send pictures of the suits and stuff, usually stops everyone from spending all their diamonds -Has a bunch of diamonds but is forever out of stamina. -He’s known as the “Miracle Nikki God”  -He’s not as lucky as Chanhee (SK) at pavilions but he’s still better than Kiku. -He has almost all of Seal Sailor and Winter Miracle (which annoys Kiku so much) -Even with his 99% wardrobe, he still struggles with ‘Simple Elegant’ and ‘Cute Lively’  Taiwan: -Serious player -She wasn’t a serious player for a really long time so it annoys the others how she quickly caught up -She really likes the simple yet cute makeups (not by tag in the game but like makeups that are cute and simple) -Her avatar changes daily -Somehow is a boss at doing the ‘Simple Elegant’ stages -Fantasy Envoy (I think that’s the name) stages make her rage alot (the stages with multiple battles in one) but she still fines them fun -She often doesn’t recolor suits  -She often will attempt to listen to music while Love Nikking and then remembers Love Nikki overrides music.  -Because Love Nikki overrides music, she has a server to herself where she’ll play music to play -Doesn’t have any of the rare pavilion suits but has finished most of the other pavilion suits -Least favorite stage is the Bunny Girl stage -Fangirls whenever Kimi and Nikki are being cute with each other

[toshis-puppycat]

Hello Again Part Four

A/n: so… hi. I’m back and well I’m back in class too (off campus thankfully), but I have like maybe 2 semesters left now??? Idk I just know I’m like 91% done with my bachelor’s degree. I figured since I got some time why not put part four out there. And don’t worry Unfortunately will be updated soon too so keep an eye out 😉 I made myself sad writing this but I hope yall enjoy.

Summary: Shouto and you have a talk about Endeavor and well you’re not happy about that, and well you’re still not ready to talk to All Might. Its a whole mess right now. Thankfully Aizawa might give you something else to focus on. Let you ignore your problems help others.

Word Count: ~6k

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Part Four

“Hatred is in your blood! You are Endeavor’s son!” You heard Yoarashi yell at Todoroki.  It made your blood boil a little. He was not just Endeavor’s son and you could practically feel Todoroki’s rage at Yoarashi’s words as well. Was he really letting his hatred for Endeavor get in the way of him getting his license?  Yoarashi was still yelling at Todoroki. His “cold-blooded father”? Jesus how much did he fuck up before you came back? It seemed like children who weren’t even related to him hated his guts. You ran until the injured bystanders were safely away from the chaos.

“Everyone! This should be far enough. We can put up a barrier to keep these people safe and make sure none of the villains can enter!” You yelled at the other candidates, they all nodded and proceeded to make a barrier with their quirks and a few made sure to guard around them. Keep the injured safe and make sure they can safely be led in. But first. “Deku! There was someone else still there with Todoroki and Yoarashi! We need to get him to safety.” You said to the younger boy. He nodded his head, determination being the only emotion you could see. You held back your flinch. He has the same look. Was your only thought before you immediately pushed it away. Now wasn’t the time. You both ran back to the area Gang Orca was in, seeing the rush of flames being pushed by the wind and headed straight for Shindo! 

Deku, thank god for him being able to run faster, quickly picking up Shindo and running away. Not before looking at the the two who almost let Shindo be burned and going, “Dammit. What are you two doing?!” You felt the same. But pushed away the anger, and quickly prepared yourself for him to make his way back so you could heal Shindo. Watching him hit the floor, made you wince. You could make sure he was okay and then heal Shindo from any brain damage he could have at this moment. You hear Yoarashi scream, Gang Orca decided to take care of them now you supposed. You’ll help them after Shindo, no doubt that Todoroki would be next. But you saw Yoarashi falling. He was so high up before, and now he was falling too quickly. You used your quirk and shot water forward, making sure he could be caught and safely brought to the ground. You couldn’t heal him until you were closer though. That had to do for now. You could see the sidekicks quickly coming to the area, Deku and Shindo were close enough for you to heal him! 

“I’ll take care of this.” You heard him say before he put his hands on the ground and made the ground quake. Stopping the villains from coming any closer. You quickly ran to them, placing your hands on him and have your quirk do its magic.

“I thought you couldn’t move because of his blast.” You heard Deku say. Shindo gave you a look at the feeling of your hands on his arm, he wasn’t as tense anymore. 

“My extremities are still pretty numb, but I’ll bounce back. Soundwave aren’t that bad. Not much different from my vibrations.” He lost the pained look on his face. “So I’ve built up a pretty good tolerance to them. Might be the first time I’ve been thankful for that recoil. Anyway. I was trying to get a surprise attack in on that whale! And those two first years ruined it.” He said, looking beyond frustrated. Izuku just looked a little taken aback.

“Shindo you were out before they came to the area. Do not blame my students.” You said calmly.

He looked a little sheepish at you calling him out, but continued, “I’ve tripped the henchmen. Now you make sure they’re out of the game. We’ll split up and get the remaining injured to the shelter.” He said, you could see Deku get those familiar green sparks around him before quickly running through the ruined area. 

“Okay Shindo do you need to be healed anymore? Or will you be okay? I know you may be used to it but I can still heal you if needed.” You said, but then a burst of wind and fire rose from the area that you knew Gang Orca was with Todoroki and Yoarashi. Shindo nodded. 

“I should be alright, thank you.” He looked more relaxed. You saw your students quickly running to the area as well, they surrounded the henchmen nearby. You helped Shindo get on his feet. 

“We need to get you out of here. You’ve done enough. There are others here to help now.” He almost scowled at you, but the look you gave him left no argument. And you two left as quickly as possible to the evacuation area. It looked like most of the HUC people were evacuated, the test would be over soon. When you two made it to the area you heard a buzzer sound.

“Um, yeah, so, at this time, all of the HUC members who were deployed have been rescued from the disaster zone. It may seem anticlimactic, but with this, the provisional licensing exam has officially been completed. After we tally the scores, we’ll announce the results here in the arena. Anyone injured should go to the infirmary. The rest of you are free to change clothes and wait wherever you like.” Mera said, you gave a sigh of relief. 

“Okay, time for you to go to the infirmary.” You said. “And no, you’re going. I can’t heal everything ya know.” You smiled at the younger hero, he gave you a tired look. You helped him to the infirmary and quickly dropped him off, you needed to change into more comfortable attire. 

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“Okay. Everyone. Thanks for your hard work in todays exam.” Mera began, you all looked towards the podium. “Now, before I announce the results. I should probably explain the way we evaluated you. Between the HUC, and those of us at the Heros Public Safety Commission, we had a two-fold demerit system that we used to determine your total scores. In other words, we were evaluating you based on how few mistakes you made in a crisis situation. Anyway, the names of those who passed are listed here in alphabetical order. Keep my words in mind as you search the screen for your name.” Mera continued, moving his arm towards a large screen, the names automatically flashing up. You quickly searched for your name, finding it fairly quickly. Y/l/n Y/n. You felt yourself smile, you did it. You could hear all of the students exclaiming in relief. It looked like they all passed! But then you felt it. The frustration coming off of Bakugo and you quickly searched for his name in the list. Bakugo, Katsuki wasn’t on the list. As you searched, neither were Yoarashi, Inasa or Todoroki, Shouto. You almost winced at the yelling that occurred with Yoarashi and Bakugo. One being frustrated with himself and the other… well he was very upset that he didn’t pass. Todoroki seemed to be lost in thought after noticing he didn’t pass.

“Todoroki.” You heard, Yoarashi walking to him. You held yourself back from walking forward and just watched as the two staired at each other for a moment before Yoarashi bend down in apology slamming his head into the ground once more. You moved forward in that moment, wincing as Todoroki moved back in shock. “I’m sorry!” Yoarashi yelled. “Its my fault you didn’t pass the licensing exam. My focus was too narrow minded. Forgive me!" 

Todoroki had a passive look, before softening slightly. He looked ashamed for a moment before saying, "You’re fine. I was the one who got us off to a bad start.”

“But, still–!”

Todoroki cut him off, “And thanks to the things you said to me, I have a lot to think about.”

Ashido was shocked at the fact Todoroki failed, you felt so proud though. You missed so much of this kid’s life and he’s already learned a valuable lesson. The personal feelings had to be let go, in order for someone to be who they want to be. Then you remembered you forgot to heal Yoarashi, he was already gone, probably headed to the infirmary instead.

“So, next we’ll give you the printouts of your results. They include a breakdown of your scores, so you’ll know exactly what areas you need to improve going forward.” You could hear the excited chatter of the students around you. “Y/l/n.” You heard, turning to face the member of the HPSC. He handed you the paper. You looked it over. Not many points were taken off for you it seemed, but to be fair you know how to deal with civilians and how to keep villains away. The few years of experience you had before coming forward helped you more than you’d like to admit. “We lopped off points when you did something wrong. Fall below 50, and you were done. These demerits are itemized on your results forms, as you’ll see, so I’d look at them.” You could hear Iida saying something about being thankful for the evidence about what to improve on. “Anyway, moving forward, those of you who passed can exercise the same authority as pro heros, but only during emergency situations. Except of course the one who just needed to renew their license. In other words, fighting villains, saving the victims of criminal acts or accidents. You may act using your best judgment, with no direct orders. Keep in mind that your every action from now on carries with it a deep responsibility toward bettering our society, and that the world is watching you. I’m sure you’re aware that All Might, our greatest hero, no longer has his incredible power. One of the reasons crime in this country has been so low is due to his presence. With that deterrent gone, criminals are sure to become bolder and more widespread. Expect the balance we currently have in our world to be destroyed, and for things to change quickly. You young people will be the hope for our future. It’s imperative that you become exemplary heros. That your reputations grow to suppress crime as did his. Remember, the license you earned today is provisional, and you still have much to do, except for the one who renewed theirs of course. I would like for you to think of yourselves as fledglings, and be even more diligent in your studies. And as for those who fell short and did not pass. We don’t have time for you to feel bitter about your loss. Instead, we offer you a chance to redeem yourselves. After you attend a three-month-long special course and pass an individual test, we plan to issue a provisional license to those of you who failed as well.” Mera said, you could hear all the students who failed cheer at the revelation. Mera continued on, “In order for us to reach the idyllic future that I just spoke of, we’re going to need as many good heros on the streets as we can get. The first round was one to weed people out. But we would like to grow the 100 selected in that test as much as possible. That’s why we watched you all until the end. So we could see for ourselves that you each have promise. That once your shortcomings are corrected, you have the potential to be as great as your fellow classmates. This special course will keep you busy, as it will run concurrently with your normal studies. You’re welcome to retake the exam in April if you prefer to wait.” You could hear Bakugo yelling ���Oh, like hell!” And turned over to look at Todoroki, Iida and Midoryia said they were rooting for him. These kids were one step closer to becoming the heros they wanted to be, and you were going to be able to watch them grow. 

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You all received your licenses. You were stopped by Mera just before you left, he asked you if you could attend the event for the next hero rankings along with perhaps the extra lessons for the students who failed. You were a good hero, and they wanted to honor you and well it might help students seeing you there, you took the test with them after all. You smiled at the man and just said “There’s no need for all of that, I’m happy to go. But I must decline the offer to honor what I’ve done. It was my job, and I wouldn’t have done anything differently.” They accepted and you confirmed your attendance for both events. You walked out, seeing Aizawa and Ms. Joke just outside talking. Joint training would definitely be a good idea. You saw Midoryia excitedly ask a shiketsu student about their training, you smiled. He’s a great kid. 

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The students were gathered in the common room, excitedly chattering and talking about how classes would start the next day. 

“Everyone, make sure you don’t stay up too late tonight and well. Celebrate a little if you’d like. I’ll be in my room if any of you need me.” You said, you saw Yaoyorozu and Iida nod at your statement and smiled at the two. They’d know when to come to you thankfully. You left for your room, but not before hearing Bakugo tell Midoryia to meet him “out front later”. It made you pause for a second. You needed to talk to Aizawa about that. Bakugo went through a lot already. A slime villain attempting to kill him, being kidnapped at the training camp. He needed some help, his explosive personality could only excuse some of his reactions. Todoroki stopped you just before you entered your room. You looked to him, and he gestured to the room, silently asking for permission to talk alone. You let him in. It was time to have that conversation. You hoped it wasn’t as bad as you could feel it was.

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It was bad. He told you everything. How his father married his mother, how he married her for her quirk and you’d never felt so disgusted with yourself and with him. You asked him about Rei and he said that it just seemed right and he wanted to just be married. You should have known. But then his son told you the true purpose, creating the perfect child. One that would defeat All Might. And you felt so furious. How dare he? How fucking dare he do that to his family? Like he didn’t remember the immense pressure his parents forced on him. It startled the younger boy when you fell to your knees in a bow. Apologies coming from you with no stop. You looked up at the young boy, the child who had been failed by you and by his father. You were furious, but you pushed that emotion down, along with your feeling of self depreciation. You really just believed him. That easily, because he was your childhood friend? Father was right. Even with that quirk, you’re a stupid girl. You asked Todoroki if you could also apologize to his family, he looked a bit shocked. Not expecting it perhaps? But you felt responsible, after all you should have known he was acting fishy when you found out he was married through another source instead of him. Todoroki only said it wasn’t your fault, giving a small smile. He did appreciate it, and said he would speak to his siblings about you. If they even knew about you. But it seemed like he was happy to have you on his side, and that you believed him over knowing his father since childhood. You let him out of the room, and after he left you wept. 

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It was after curfew, and you knew when everyone went to bed with being so close to the common room. Bakugo and Midoryia were going to talk. But you weren’t so sure about it being a good idea at the moment. You have to tell Aizawa, you started making your way to his room. You caught Aizawa just after he left his room thankfully and walked with him to the doors. The both of you bumped into All Might as soon as you exited the building, 

“All Might?” You asked, your voice didn’t crack nor did you feel any tears coming forward. He looked startled for a moment. Like he forgot that you were there or that you also lived on campus. 

“Ah, Aizawa,  Y/n.” He said, you just nodded in response. You tried to ignore the feeling in your chest. It wasn’t the time to think about it but, well, it felt a lot like heartbreak.

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You were avoiding him, he wasn’t stupid. He could tell something changed. You weren’t around him anymore, you’d happen to leave the room to do something when he would enter. It was obvious you knew that you two needed to talk. He wanted to beg you at this point, he wanted to pull you close and beg you.

“Midoriya and Bakugo. Why am I not surprised to hear that. I understand they’re at the practice field.” Aizawa said.

“Yes I wanted to catch you before you went. I’ve known those two since before they came to U.A. And I’ve given the pair quite a bit of thought. Will you leave them to me for now? I’ll bring them back.” All Might asked. Aizawa nodded and looked at you, the two of you were going to get the two boys but now… 

“I’ll heal them when you get back.” You said. And he had to leave, you weren’t going to walk with him to get the two students. He’ll try to talk to you after everything is taken care of. After All Might left Aizawa gave you a look and sighed.

“What did you need to tell me?” He asked after All Might left. 

“I believe Bakugo needs therapy.” You began, walking back inside.

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It took them a while to get back. Must have taken a while to find them and be able to stop their fight. You should’ve gone and helped him- you stopped the thought. You winced looking at the two boys wrapped in Aizawas’ capture weapon. 

“You fought the night you finished the preliminary hero licensing exam? I’m glad to see you two have so much energy.” He said, and boy were you glad you graduated 20 years before this. Aizawa would’ve popped a blood vessel. 

“Aizawa, wait, hold up with those restraints. It’s my fault that they spared in the first place.” All Might said, and Aizawa gave him a look that screamed what the hell. 

“Your fault? And how it that?” He asked, All Might moved forward, to whisper in Aizawa’s ear. After he was finished whispering, Aizawa let his capture weapon loosen and it fell from the two as you allowed your quirk to work. They weren’t terribly injured thankfully. “I understand that they felt they had to break the rules. But this isn’t something I can just ignore. There must be a suitable punishment. Who threw the first punch?” He asked.

“I did.” Bakugo said, he sounded pissed and tired. You didn’t give any look to the two boys. 

“I also went pretty hard. It wasn’t just him.” Midoryia said.

“You’re both on house arrest. Four days for Bakugo and three for Midoryia. During that time, you’ll clean all the common areas in the dorm, morning and night. Plus, I want a written apology.” Aizawa said, pulling his capture weapon away completely. “Y/n?” You turned to face him

“They weren’t injured much. Just scrapes, I just had to clean them.” You said. Then you turned to the two boys once more. “If either of you are injured, or if a previous injury hurts, please, let Recovery Girl or I know. And we can help you.” The two boys nodded at you.

Aizawa sighed, and All Might finally let his hands fall to his side. “That’s all! Go.” He told the two boys. And they left. You were about to leave the room as well, but All Might stopped you, grabbing your arm gently. It left you two alone, you weren’t ready for this. Not now.

“Y/n-” he began, but you cut him off, you still weren’t facing him.

“We should really head to bed now. It’s late and classes start back up tomorrow.” You said. 

“Y/n, we need to-”

“I can’t.” You said, your voice cracked a little, and the barrier you made was cracking, slowly crumbling. If he tried talking to you, well you don’t think you could handle actually hearing him say that Midoriya is his kid or that he was with someone and didn’t know how to tell you. Or didn’t want to tell you yet. Hearing your voice crack made him let you go, and you quickly left the room. You didn’t let any tears fall until you were in the safety of your room. You didn’t sleep that night. 

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There was one good thing about your struggle with sleeping regularly, you were able to do some research on what kind of heros Toshinori and Enji were like. Toshinori was, of course, one of the best heros, he was number one as long as you’d been gone, a symbol of peace. Enji was number 2, and well… he was a good hero. He was good at his job, he caught villains. But… you thought he’s so angry. He looks furious when he’s fighting, and what if he’d injured the people around him? It’s like he doesn’t care. The top searches even pointed it out to you. The people thought he was terrifying, they didn’t like him. Again just how much did he fuck up for people to dislike him this much. He’s always had a temper, one that you excused for a passion. One that screamed, I want to protect people. But now… watching how he worked… it wasn’t passion. It was just a bad temper that’s gotten out of control enough times for the public to know and well fear it. I need to talk to Todoroki. I need to get his siblings out of that house, away from their father. You thought of leaving your room and making your way to the school building. You just saw Iida feeling “the dilemma of being a class rep”, poor boy. Then you saw another student antagonizing your students.

“I heard a little rumor about Class 1-A.” You heard him begin, “Two people! You had two people fail the licensing exam, you losers!” He yelled, and he looked a little crazed.

You heard Sero say his name was Monoma. And Kaminari said he was “just as unhinged as usual”. Your students antagonize him as well, Kirishima saying he must’ve been the only one to fail in his class just like in their final before you came. He didn’t actually all of class 1-B passed their licensing exam. It made you proud, even though you didn’t see anyone’s growth.

Monoma’s gaze was on you now. “And a new student who wasn’t even in your class! Even she passed!” He started, and it looked like he was going to continue but you cut it off before he could.

“Class 1-B good job on getting your licenses.” Most of them beamed at the praise. “And I’m not a student. I’m a pro hero, that’s an assistant at U.A for the time being.” You said, then you looked towards the Monoma. “Monoma, I do hope you understand that being a hero isn’t a competition. And if you think of it as that, maybe you shouldn’t be a hero.” You said, he winced at the tone and so did the rest of class 1-B. All you could even think about with that was Endeavor. A competition. Saving people isn’t a competition. One of his classmates cut into the conversation thankfully, having a harsh statement thrown at him needed the distraction anyways.

“Accordin’ ta teacher Vlad, we’ll have classes together this semester– doesn’t that sound like it’ll be fun? I’m looking forward to it.” She said, smiling. Her posture took on a cheery form. It was adorable, until you saw Monoma whispering in her ear. Her posture changed again into a more “lets go!” pose and she said “Touch me and I’ll pummel you till yo mama doesn’t know ya.” You noticed Monoma laughing nearby and sighed, closing your eyes a bit. At least Aizawa knew what would happen with his class. The laughing stopped and another student in 1-B said “stop filling her mind with crazy.” God you were too tired for this apparently. You moved forward to the classroom. You weren’t going to go to the assembly they were having, so you just stuck with preparing the classroom, whatever needed to be done.

☆☆☆☆☆

“Okay, starting today we’ll resume our regular classes and training schedule. I know a lot has happened recently, however, you need to switch gears and focus on your school duties. We’re lecturing today, but this semester you’ll have even harsher training than before.” Aizawa stated, Ashido said something to Asui but Aizawa just said “Like to share, Ashido?” Interrupting the girls question. Asui interrupted Ashidos’ panic though.

“Excuse me, sir may I ask a question?” You started spacing out, only coming back to when Mic entered the room. And Aizawa pulled you away.

“Y/n. I have to ask you for some assistance. There is a case I’m going to be working on with other pro heros, and we may need you on hand for defense and healing.” He began, you followed along just nodding your head. It’d be good to do something like this. Get the hang of everything again. 

“I’d be happy to help Aizawa.” You said, and he nodded. 

“You should meet with Nighteye soon then. He’s the one at the head of the planning.” He said, and you nodded. 

☆☆☆☆☆

“Y/n sensei?” Todoroki called out that night. You looked over to the younger boy. “My sister asked if I could come over tomorrow. And she said father asked if you could come as well.” He said and you nodded.

“I would love to go, Todoroki. Thank you for letting me know.” You said, and he nodded back.

“Thank you y/n sensei.” And with that he left to go to his room.

Well, seems like you’re going to be beating Endeavor up much sooner than you anticipated.

☆☆☆☆☆

The next day you got ready. You wanted to look nice meeting the Todoroki siblings, they didn’t know you, and you really wanted to make a good impression. And well let them know they could come to you for any help against their father. You exited your room, making your way to Aizawa.

“Hey, Aizawa. Todoroki and I will be leaving soon. We’ll be back before curfew.” You said, he nodded.

“Todoroki let me know as soon as his sister asked.” He said. You both heard footsteps and turned to the source, it was of course Todoroki. 

“Y/n sensei, Aizawa sensei.” Todoroki said after he popped up, the younger boy nodded at you. It was time to go to a dinner you supposed.

☆☆☆☆☆

“What should I call them?” You asked suddenly, you should’ve done it before you were suddenly in front of the Todoroki household, but well. Things happened.

“You should just ask them what they want to be called.” He said calmly. But you could tell he felt a bit jittery about being back so soon after being at the dorms. You placed your hand on his shoulder and smiled.

“I’ll do that then. Remember, you’ll be safe with me here.” You said, and he gave a small, very small miniscule smile and nodded at you. The door opened, his sister, Fuyumi, was standing behind it. She brightened seeing Shouto.

“Shouto!” She cried out, immediately pulling the younger boy into a hug. “It’s different without you here.” She said, he relaxed into the hug. It made you smile. Then she noticed you. “Ah, you must be Ms. Y/l/n?” She asked. You nodded in response.

“Hi, I’m sorry I couldn’t meet any of you sooner but…” you trailed off. You did kinda just get thrown 20 years forward. She just nodded and reached her hand out. 

“I’m Fuyumi.” She said. Oh thank God.

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The dinner was so awkward at first. No one was talking, Natsuo was glaring at you, while Enji just looked pleased to have you there. Poor Fuyumi and Shouto looked awkward and you could practically feel the questions they wanted to ask. Who are you? Why didn’t father talk about you (which you couldn’t answer, God this was a disaster) Natsuo broke the silence and it made you want to die.

“Are you fucking our father?" 

You could hear the three other people choking with you at the question, you turned towards Enji and well he didn’t look like he’d deny it right now. Because of the choking.

"I’m more likely to fight him.” You said when you stopped choking, Shoutos eyes widened, Fuyumi looked panicked. Natsuo almost brightened at the comment and you turned towards your childhood friend. “How about after dinner we show your kids what an old man you are?” You asked him, he looked mildly insulted. Shouto looked at you, you could tell he almost felt pity for his old man. Almost.

☆☆☆☆☆

You knew they’d all been in this room at one point, for their “training”. And now you were in there, preparing to fight your childhood best friend, a friendly spar of course. Just like you used to. Unfortunately, for him well. You were very upset learning how he treated his children. His three children. They didn’t need to do anything other than what they wanted and he twisted it like his parents twisted him. 

“Remember don’t hold back old man.” You said, looking at Enji. Natsuo looked incredibly excited, Shouto looked like he was going to finally crack a full smile and poor poor Fuyumi looked a little panicked. You smiled at them and gave a cheeky grin. He bristled at that. And suddenly the fight started. Quirks were allowed, because you said you had the best quirk to protect them, creating a barrier around them was easy for you. He made his first move (as always, he was never very patient) throwing fire in your direction which quickly fizzled out when you brought up water to counter it and then he basically charged at you. It was like this for a while. Until finally he was charging at you again and you jumped over him, quickly landed on his shoulders, and you wrapped your arms around his neck as best as possible and threw yourself backwards, using your quirk you made everything shift slightly, like all the liquid moved to one side (like when blood rushes to your head, that’s how you always remembered it) It left him off balance. This moron really forgot your true specialty, didn’t he? After all, the body is at least 70% water. You were both on the floor and you had him in a choke hold. “Yield!” You yelled at him, the water covering his children went away drenching him so he couldn’t bring his flames to burn you in any way, leaving him sputtering. 

“I yield.” He ground out. Teeth clenching. He was pissed you beat him apparently.

“That was the coolest thing I’ve ever seen!” Natsuo yelled, quickly coming to where you two were. “I’ve never seen anyone beat the old man before!" 

It made your blood boil, you gave a sharp look to him, hiding it behind a tense smile. "It’s been a while, you haven’t gotten creative while I was gone old man?” You said, it sounded teasing. Like you weren’t mad at him too, but you knew he knew that you found out what he’d done. Natsuo helped you up, just as Fuyumi attempted to help their father up. She’s very sweet. 

“It’s been a while since I’ve had a good spar, y/n.” He said, and you almost brizzled at the comment. Yeah when you try to beat the shit out of your kids that happens. 

“We should talk, since it’s been a while. And Shouto can spend some quality time with his siblings!” You said, purposefully being extra cheery. Natsuo grinned, quickly pulling in a dazed Shouto under his arms.

“Yeah, we don’t mind spending some time with little Shouto.” He said, Fuyumi smiled. And they walked away just like that. You turned to your childhood friend. 

“We should go to your office.” You said simply. He gave a terse nod and began walking. This wasn’t going to be a pleasant conversation.

☆☆☆☆☆

You were pissed and when you made your way inside, that happy smile you usually wore was absent. It made him remember how you were before you both attended U.A. before you softened yourself up and became more approachable. It was devastating to see that look on your face again. 

“So are you going to tell me why two of your kids hate you? Or am I going to have to tell you why?” You said, you were barely holding back your rage at him. “Do you want to tell me why I recognized the look all of your children have when they look at you Enji?" 

He pointedly ignored that part. Recognizing a look? You must be insane to think that. 

"Y/n-” he began.

“Don’t you fucking dare Enji.” You snarled out. “Don’t you dare look me in the eye and tell me you didn’t abuse your children!” You yelled out finally crying for his family, he took a step away from you in shock. You were crying. You didn’t cry, you wore a smile and held back the negative. You were always like that after you started at UA. You were strong. But now you were in his home office, crying. “I thought, I thought that when either of us had kids. That we agreed Enji. We said we wouldn’t be our parents for them. And what I learned? You saw everything and said, ‘mother and father were right’ and you-” you cut yourself off, you stopped to take a deep breath to calm down. You felt so much anger blowing up at him but now it was just disappointment. “You wonder why your children hate you Endeavor? The way you raised them. Attempted to, for three-”

“Four.” He said, cutting you off and you looked up alarmed.

“Four?” You whispered. “You… I cannot believe you." 

He gave you a condescending look before speaking again. "The first three were failures. But then Shouto was born and when he turned 4 he could control my fire and her ice, he was the perfect blend to be the future number one-” you interrupted him with a slap to the face. Both your hand and his face were an angry shade of red, and there was an emotion he couldn’t recognize in your eyes. 

“You wonder why they hate you, Enji? It’s because you raised them like that. All that hatred builds up. And then you’ll be left alone and vulnerable.” You said, you were tired, disappointed and done. “People told me you were an angry, bitter person Enji. They looked me in the eyes and said you were going to be an angry bitter man.” You said, turning away from him. “I thought they were wrong.” You looked over your shoulder at him, eyes red from the tears. “You saved me when we were younger, Enji. But now I have to save your children. And I have to save them from you.” You said, opening the door and furiously wiping away your tears. “I hope you’re happy, Enji.” You walked out, using your quirk to destroy any trace you had of crying. You had a job, and your job was to be strong and to protect people, to protect everyone who needed to be protected. The people in this world who can smile are always the strongest. You remembered the little boy who told you what his mother said, you remembered the furious tears. And you remembered why you wanted to be a hero. But it was disappointing to see that Enji- no… Endeavor lost his reasons. But you just took another deep breath and smiled, you had to make sure you and Shouto returned to the dorms safely. 

And when you did return to the dorms, you didn’t see the beeline Shouto made for Midoryia, nor did you hear the whisper of “Midoryia she made my father eat the floorboards of the training room, I think I love her.” As a choked sound came out from the boy who was cleaning. You were just trying to keep yourself together, keeping a non-threatening smile on your face. You had to be strong. That night you slept. There were no pleasant dreams though.

☆☆☆☆☆

The next day passed quickly enough, and Midoryia was allowed back, already apologizing to everyone when you entered the classroom. Aizawa thankfully started the class before he could do more. 

“Morning. Now that Midoryia is back, we’ll go into more detail about what the work studies entail. Go ahead and come in.” He said, turning towards the opening door. “I’ll have people who’ve experienced them firsthand explain. I suggest you carefully listen as they point out how work studies differ from internships.” You could see Midoryias face, he looked quite shocked seeing the students. Must’ve seen one of them before, you turned to Aizawa, looking at the three students. “These three are third years at UA. They rank at the very top of our student body. You may know them as the Big Three.” He finished, two looked at you curiously, while one looked like he was trying hard to not be noticed, while he snuck a glance at you. You smiled at the three, two gave you a blinding one back while the third gave a more timid smile back. It reminded you of being apart of the Big Three yourself. Just you and- you stopped the thought. Not today.

☆☆☆☆☆

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[jordanlahey]

“Wake Up.” (3)

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Reader x Steve Harrington, Platonic!the party x reader

Summary: Y/n woke up in the middle of the road, having no idea where she is. Once she finds out where or more importantly when she is she just wants to go home or at least she did.

Warnings: language

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A/n: bare with me and my slow ass posting I am working on a schedule! Request will be posted ASAP bare with me please!

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WA: @ivana-franz , @helena-way07 , @asfyhcseryg 

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You were awoken by the feeling of someone gently nudging you, your eyes fluttered open then you shoot up head butting the person who drew you out of your sleep. The two of you groan at the pain now growing in your heads. 

“Jesus!” Steve groaned “I’ll know next time not to wake you up.” 

“Shit I’m so sorry, are you alright?” You asked, you rubbed your forehead then looked at Steve with a sad expression. 

“Hey it’s okay, it's not that bad.” He looked at you but something told him that that wasn’t why you were sad. “You thought it was all a dream, huh?” There was a little bit of disappointment in his voice. 

“I don’t mean to sound horrible but I kind of did think I would wake up in my own bed and be in my own time with my parents and friends.” You sighed, you didn’t want to hurt his feelings. The doorbell rang snapping the two of you out of the silence, Steve got up to answer it and you were left alone feeling a bit guilty that you might have hurt his feelings. Nancy followed Steve up to his room and you hadn’t moved at all since he left. 

“Good morning Y/n, I brought you some clothes I figured you would prefer jeans.” She put the folded clothes down in front of you and you mumbled a thank you. They left you to get dressed and Steve explained to Nancy that you hoped this was all a dream. You met them downstairs and they gave you a friendly smile that you returned at you returned. “You look gorgeous Y/n, Do you wanna ride with Me and Johnathan or Steve?” Nancy had some kind of hint in her voice to make you go with Steve but that’s what you were going to do anyway. 

“I was going to go with Steve, it’s only fair.” You smile at the ground. ‘Since when did I become a giddy little school girl again?’ You thought to yourself.  “I’ll give the school a phone then what’s their number.” Nancy gave you the number for the school and you used Steve’s phone. “Hi, My daughter just recently moved to Hawkins and we’re hoping she could attend the school here? Her name is Y/n L/n she is 17… We’re hoping she could start today? Magic thank you very much.” You hung up and smiled at your new friends. “Piece of cake.” You shrugged happily and you walked out the front door, waving at Johnathan as you headed to what you assumed was Steve’s car.

Steve unlocked the car and you jumped in the passenger side, he followed not long behind. You looked out the window at some of the houses and some kinds on their way to school which brought a smile to your face, everyone knew each other.

“Are you feeling any better?” Steve’s voice pulled you out of your trance, you turned to look at him with a smile.

“I’m still confused but I don’t feel upset as I was this morning. I’m sorry if I offended you, it was not my intention.” 

“Pfft, I wasn’t offended. To be honest I would have hoped it would be a dream if I woke up in a totally different place.” He assured you. “What’s it like? In 2019 I mean.” You looked at him with a smile.

“Honestly it's a shithole and a mess.” You both broke into laughter. “I’m serious, 2019 has the shittiest music and it’s coping other decades like 80’s & 90’s mostly.” You slumped into the seat. 

“Kinda does sound like crap. All I can say is enjoy it here while you still can.” His voice got quieter as he spoke but you heard him, you nodded and looked out the window as Steve pulled up at the school. In silence the two of you climbed out of the car and headed towards the school. 

“So I’ll head to the principal's office and I’ll meet up with you, Nancy and or Johnathan.” You confirmed and Steve nodded giving you directions to the offices

You left the office with a smile then you looked down at your schedule. ‘Free first then English not so bad.’ You thought as you walk down the empty hall. You notice that the lights started flickering then the cut off and you heard it again.

“Y/n? Where are you!?” You stood still then looked around to find the person who the voice belonged to, well you know it’s Chloe’s but where is she? 

“Oi I’m talking to you.” An annoying voice cut you out and the lights were on again and the corridor was semi full. 

“Great what do you two want now.” You looked at Tommy and Carol with a bored expression, you were close to losing your patience with them. “Actually don’t answer that and let me make something clear.” You square up to the two of them. “Leave me the fuck alone or you two will be the next two missing but this time no one will fucking find you.” You threatened but they took the hint, you shoulder barged passed them and as you walked passed you wiped your nose, you hadn’t even noticed that you got a nose bleed and you hardly got those. Like you always do, you shrug it off and head to second period.  

“Class this is our new student Miss Y/n L/n, do your best to make her feel welcome.” You gave a slight awkward wave and the teacher directed you to a seat at the back of the class. Just how you liked it. You took this time to look at your surroundings: posters on the walls about English techniques and Shakespeare quotes, some students weren’t paying attention like the blue eyed mullet wearing man-whore who’s attention was on you. Billy smirked then winked at you earning him a scoff and an eye roll from you however it did make you smile a little bit but you know better than to mess around with guys like him some things never change. At the party Nancy told you about Billy and it’s not a surprise to you really, his whole demeanor screams confidence and that he can have anyone he wants. 

Before you knew it the bell rang for break and you packed your stuff and headed out the classroom as you walked out you felt weight on your shoulders literally, Billy threw his arm over your shoulders. 

“Hi, can I help you.” You turn your head to look up at him he looked down and smiled at you, not smirk smile. “Stop looking at me like that.” You mumble looking away and you heard him chuckle, as you walked you noticed all the girls giving you dirty looks and Billy still didn’t move his arm off you, you weren’t gonna lie it was kinda nice. Down the hall you saw a familiar head of hair and it made you feel a little warm inside. “Steve!” Steve turned around and his face dropped a little when he saw Billy’s arm around you. 

“H-hey Y/n.” Steve tried his best to ignore Billy but he just had to open his big ass mouth.

“Hey Pretty boy.” Billy smirked and you looked between the two of them, you felt the tension thicken and you kinda felt something was going on with these two. 

“I’m sorry I didn't realise your name was Y/n.” You had to laugh at that and that earned you a glare from Billy. 

“Sorry, that was pretty funny.” You smiled but Billy rolled his eyes and walked off down the hall. “Oh come on Billy, I was only having a laugh.” He ignored you and continued to walk away. 

“Leave him be, he’ll come back.” Steve sighed.  

“Steve you got a second? I have something I wanna talk about.” Steve nodded. “Right you know when I was at yours I swore I heard my best friend Chloe?” He nodded again. “Well it happened again but this time something different happened when I heard it again the school became empty and the lights were flickering and all I heard was my name being called.” 

“So what are you thinking?” Steve wasn’t sure of what to make of your situation.

“I don’t know I just don’t know what the heck is going on!” You sighed it was driving you mad-

“Is she stable?”

“Stable and secure, sir.” 

You looked around frantically at the two new voices you heard but these ones weren’t recognisable, you never heard these voices in your life. Steve recognised your distress.

“Do you hear her again.” You shook your head and your nose was bleeding again. 

“I never heard these people before, ever and what is up with my fucking nose it keeps bleeding.” You wipe your nose again for the second time today. 

“That is quite strange, what did they say?”

“Is she stable? Stable and Secure.” You repeat the voices to Steve and he looked at you with concern. 

“I think we need to see the party asap.”

[niixell]

"lets get personal." answer as many as you wanna! if thats meands allof them tn go for it!!!

Hell Yeah imma do all of them!!!! ty!!!!! sorry some of the answers are really boring or short

1. you and Jennifer-bulow, Chlorine-twenty one pilots, missing you-all time low, water fountain-Alec Benjamin, blame it on my youth-blink-182. It was difficult to choose 6 songs cause usually i just put a playlist on shuffle, but this is pretty good representation of whats in it

2. uhhhh, probably Phil Lester cause I look up to him alot and I want to know what’d he’d be like in person

3. ofc it was “this book is gay” the line is “wowsers, this whole gay thing is a lot more complicated then Glee lead us to believe”

4. ngl, how fucking gay i am for certain people

5. pretty boring, it’s “yeahhh”

6. not completely naked, but not in full pajamas

7. i can pop 3 of my fingers completely in and out of their socket

8. Girls, guys, and non-binary pals are fucking attractive and pretty and nice and im rlly fuckin gay.

9. yup, one of my ex’s did, it was rlly sweet

10. no clue, air drums woulda been yesterday though

11. not rlly, nope!

12. probably, not that i remember though

13. don’t got one

14. wanting to go inside or im at the ocean

15. behind behind behind, i hate being on camera

16. currently...uhhhhhhh......P!ATD probably

17. How are you? “I’m ok”

18. not rlly nope, do believe some people defiantly deserve it though

19. its extreamly complicated. Toby’s my name, and I’m bored

20. Weakness is probably my anxiety. Strength would be...... I can pick up new talents up pretty quicky i guess

21. don’t have one. got people i admire, but not a crush

22. yup, in the lake during the summer once

23. Now that I think about it....I don’t know

24. so, so, so many things. I am an absolute gremlin

25. depending on the people, only time im on the phone is playing mc though so. phone ig

26. maybe? im still “becoming”

27. love: the crunch of refrozen snow. hate: the bus engine which sucks cause i gotta ride it every day

28. what if I fail

29. Ghosts yes, 99% sure my house is haunted as it used to be a doctors office in the 1920s. Aliens 100%. youd have to be an idiot to think that theres not some sort of other life in the entire universe

30. My computer that im typing this on with both arms

31. apple pie filling that I made

32. alberta

33. west west west west west

34. i don’t have an opposite gender

35. the meaning of my life is to study some fucking orcas

36. creation of something new

37. sometimes!

38. pretty grey and boring. maybe rainy, im not sure, im not by any windows

39. 4:28, though it feels like 7. today has gone so slowly

40. Yes and yes. though i only bumped someones truck while learning to park so it wasnt to bad

41. the book needed for # 3!!

42. enh, kinda?

43. not rlly. 

44. film? idk but watching something? im watching bnha right now for the 3rd time

45. ive broken my arm and sprained my ankle but im not sure what was worse

46. yeah!! i was in mexico and they would come land on me!

47. well. Orcas. Bnha. thats pretty much my entire personality

48. Panromanic Demisexual

49. that I cheated on my ex which is compleate bullshit

50. yes!!!

51. sometimes and depends on the situation

52. Aquarius!

53. i need to save it but i spend it. im sucky at saving

54. some food cause im a hungry bitch

55. love<3

56. nope

57. 3 as of current

58. yup!!

59. at school and at work. glad thats over

60. a pan flag hanging on my ceiling

61. yeah. my feet are cold

62. ORCAS

63. i dont really have one. i just hang out with people who like the same stuff and we bond over that

64. shes probably at her house while talking to me on discord rn. hey look @krarshadow, youre part of the asks I told you about

65.  @seriously--fuck--you @krarshadow @official-lucifers-child @thatsthat24 @kitkatthegaybean

66. no clue

67. having a shower i think

68. morningstar

69. nah

70. some of the time. other times im an annoying little shit who shouldn’t be allowed to interact with anyone

71. save the dog and run to work on time. then get fired for refusing to get rid of the dog

72. tell certain people, hang out in my friends classes and not bother with my own, enh, id just be sad I wouldnt see my friends again

73. love as love builds trust

74. I really dont know. I have a playlist called “calming???” and that helps make me not sad

75. ***-***-2083

76. communication. this goes for any kind of relationship, not just romantic

77. i dont know!!!! romantic stuff is confusing and telling the different between liking someone and liking someone is sometimes fucking difficult

78. oh hell yes. one hundred percent

79. wanting to study orcas as a tiny child. its given me something to always look towards and work for

80. 8-91/2

81. i don’t want on. mix my ashes with glitter and throw me into the ocean

82. Sonder, its a pretty boring word but the meaning is cool. “ The profound feeling of realizing that everyone, including strangers passed in the street, has a life as complex as one's own, which they are constantly living despite one's personal lack of awareness of it. “

83. blood

84. *screams are heard in the distance*

85. You and Jennifer apparently

86. blue. but like a Logan Sanders or Tuesday blue

87.

88. my dad

89. situational. there are ones i don’t want to answer, but nothing i can think of where im scared of the truth

90. kill all but one and strap that one on a table and unwrap and dissect it

91. shapeshifting (gotta love that definatly creative answer from a trans person right there)

92. seeing orcas

93. my fucking childhood trauma

94. what the fuck. do people actually wanna sleep with them???? thats creepy as fuck man

95. Tofino, BC (no surprise there, its really easy to see orcas off the coast)

96. Its my fatherrrrrrrr

97. uhhhhh, no, but i did right after getting out of the car once

98. many times! real fun! i quite like plane rides if i get my own space

99. Fuck terfs. Trans rights

[surveystodestressme]

211.

3000 question survey pt 1

1.      What is your idea of perfect happiness?

 being healthy and alive and well

2.      What is your greatest fear?

 being killed or kidnapped or just dying in general

3.      What is the trait you most deplore (dislike) in yourself?

 I can be really mean and hurtful

4.      What is your greatest extravagance?

 oh i don’t know

5.      What is your current state of mind?

 i am doing okay. 

6.      What do you consider the most overrated virtue?

 just being a good human being

7.      On what occasion do you lie?

 i try to never lie

8.      What do you most dislike about your appearance?

 i am super acne prone

9.      Which living person do you most despise?

 rapists and murderers, no specific person

10.  What is the quality you most like in a man?

 humor

11.  What is the quality you most like in a woman?

 also humor

12.  Which words or phrases do you most overuse?

 too many of them

13.  What or who is the greatest love of your life?

 my boyfriend or my cat

14.  When and where were you the happiest?

 i don’t know off the top of my head

15.  Which talent would you most like to have?

 i would love to be able to make things or fix things

16.  If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?

 i wish i was nicer and was more patient

17.  What do you consider your greatest achievement?

 getting through college (almost, haven’t graduated yet but i’m certain that i will)

18.  If you were to die and come back as a person or a thing, what would it be?

 a golden retriever in a rich home that will spoil me

19.  Where would you most like to live?

 somewhere warm all the time

20.  What is your most treasured possession?

 my cat (don’t really count her as a possession but i treasure her dearly)

21.  What do you regard as the lowest depth of misery?

 i don’t know

22.  What is your favorite career?

 astronaut

23.  What is your most marked characteristic?

 i like to think i am pretty helpful

24.  What do you value most in your friends?

 honesty and loyalty

25.  Who are your favorite writers?

 i don’t really have one

26.  Who is your hero of fiction?

 *

27.  Which historical figure do you most identify with?

 i don’t know

28.  Who are your heroes in real life?

 my sister and my mother

29.  What are your favorite names?

 i always liked Parker

30.  What is it that you most dislike?

 bad people

31.  What is your greatest regret?

 trying to kill myself when i was younger and all the people i hurt because of it

32.  How would you like to die?

 i would not like to die painfully

33.  What is your motto?

 i don’t really think i have one

34.  Do you like watching reruns?

 yes!

35.  Have you ever won any kind of contest yourself?

 i think so

36.  What gives you cheap thrills?

 i don’t know

37.  What do you think is worth waiting for?

 love

38.  Are you an organ donor, if so why/why not?

 i think so?  I mean if i can be useful after death, why not

39.  Should parenting classes be mandatory for new parents?

 yes, a lot of people i know that have had kids have no idea wtf they’re doing and they are going to fuck their kid up

40.  What is the number one thing people are always asking you for help with?

 advice on relationships, schoolwork, pets, etc.

41.  What movie did you love the original but hated the sequel to?

 there are plenty.

42.  Are you more talk and less action or vice versa?

 more talk lol

43.  Have you ever given someone a handmade present?

 yes! plenty of times. i definitely think that is the best kind of present to get. i love getting handmade presents

44.  What type of person angers you the most?

 rude people and stupid people

45.  Could you live without electricity for a week?

 yeah probably

46.  Do you think Great Britain should be a part of a united Europe?

 i don’t care

47.  Have you ever eaten a whole tube of pringles by yourself?

 probably

48.  Do you like champagne, if so, what is your favorite brand?

 i don’t mind champagne but i would not go out of my way to drink it

49.  What nervous habits do you have?

 i bite my nails, bite my lip, bite the inside of my cheek

50.  What do you do when you and your best friend get into a fight?

 i don’t really fight with my friends.

51.  What do you think should be a wonder of the world that currently isn’t?

 i don’t know

52.  What comforts you on bad days?

 my cat

53.  Do you treat yourself and your body with respect?

 i like to think so

54.  Something you eat that other people would find gross.

 i make ramen and i out ranch, hot sauce, and cheese in it

55.  Have you ever broken the law and didn’t get caught, if so how?

 yeah, trespassed more times than i can count.

56.  Something you fear might change you.

 moving away from my friends and family

57.  What personality trait in people raises a red flag with you?

 arrogance, rudeness

58.  Have you ever resented someone, if so what for?

 yeah but i don’t really remember what for

59.  Do you have a favorite t-shirt, if so what’s on it or what does it say?

 i have plenty of favorite sweatshirts but no favorite shirts

60.  How old do you think is too old to have a baby?

 probably late 40s

61.  How have you changed over the last five years?

 oh god, plenty.  i’m not a suicidal teenager anymore.  i eat now. i don’t hurt myself

62.  Have you ever painted a house?

 the inside

63.  Have you ever had a surprise party (that was an actual surprise)?

 yes!! they are so much fun

64.  What makes you feel miserable?

 when people are mean to me

65.  What’s the best costume you’ve ever worn?

 i was chucky one year, i even did my own makeup

66.  What’s been the hardest loss you’ve had to take?

 my cat, lily, when she passed away

67.  Do you like sunny days or rainy days more?

 sunny

68.  What does your typical Friday night look like?

 usually sitting on my computer playing video games, watching movies/shows, or doing homework/studying.  i rock climb too on fridays

69.  Who is your favorite movie director and what’s your favorite movie from them?

 i don’t really care about the directors of movies, i don’t pay attention to that stuff

70.  What is the furthest you’ve ever got a paper airplane to fly?

 not very

71.  Do you like the person you are becoming?

 i think so, at least for the most part

72.  What’s the highest you’ve ever jumped into the water from?

 not very far.  there is a swing into a creek near my parents house

73.  What inspires your ideas?

 a lot of different things, inspiration comes from everywhere

74.  Have you ever assembled furniture by yourself?

 not by myself

75.  Have you ever bolstered your resume to get a job you really wanted?

 yes

76.  How emotional are you?

 very

77.  Have you ever had an internship, if not what would be your dream intern job?

 i interned at a vet clinic last summer

78.  Do you prefer chicken, beef, or seafood?

 i would usually say beef but lately i’ve been craving seafood

79.  Have you ever had a health scare?

 nah

80.  What do you love most about the holiday season?

 decorating

81.  Do you think a fling could be a good thing?

 sure

82.  What part of your routine do you always try to skip if you can?

 actually doing something with my hair lol. i hate dealing with it

83.  What do or did you hate the most about dating or the dating process?

 i don’t mind dating, it feels good to date but i’m always worried that i will say the wrong thing

84.  What do you frown upon when it comes to raising kids?

 when people raise them wrong

85.  Have you ever been professionally photographed?

 for family photos, yeah

86.  Where or how do you find serenity?

 reading or writing

87.  Do you influence people more than they influence you?

 i don’t know

88.  What can you do to make your life better?

 try harder

89.  If you could ask one person, alive or dead, only one question, what would you ask?

 i would ask any dead person what it is like to die and what comes after, if anything

90.  What is your favorite hiding place?

 someplace where no one would find me

91.  Do you buy anything organic, if so, what is it?

 nope

92.  Describe yourself in terms of food.

 delicious

93.  How could you reinvent yourself?

 plenty of ways

94.  What was the name of the first album you ever bought and who was it by?

 it was one of gwen stefanis first albums but i don’t remember which one

95.  What is your Chinese zodiac sign and is the description accurate?

 aries, i don’t know the description tbh

96.  Do you have any prejudices you’ve admitted to yourself?

 plenty

97.  Who is the very first friend you ever remember making and how old were you?

 kristen in kindergarten

98.  What makes you lose sleep?

 worrying

99.  What are three phases or sayings you say almost every day?

 there are too many

100. Do you floss or use a toothpick when food gets stuck in your teeth?

 yes

[verytamenow]

Any or all of them, huh? All of them

That wasn’t a this or that thing but I’m bored and technically did ask for it so fine...smartass...

1. What is you middle name? Eric Lynn

2. How old are you? 27

3. When is your birthday? June 8

4. What is your zodiac sign? Gemini

5. What is your favorite color? It depends. To wear? For walls? For a car? In general, steel blue.

6. What’s your lucky number? I don’t really have one, but I’ll choose 7 or 13 if I have to pick one.

7. Do you have any pets? I’m not a pet person

8. Where are you from? Socal

9. How tall are you? 5′5.5″

10. What shoe size are you? US Mens 7

11. How many pairs of shoes do you own? Umm...shit...like....6?

12. What was your last dream about? I honestly don’t even remember.

13. What talents do you have? Bold of you to assume I could have talents

14. Are you psychic in any way? I’ve had a couple premonition like dreams, but they clue me in to anything important and I don’t wake up remembering much of them.

15. Favorite song? Losing My Religion by REM

16. Favorite movie? Alien, maybe? Or Iron Man.

17. Who would be your ideal partner? I don’t have a specific person in mind. Definitely someone patient but unwilling to tolerate any bullshit. Must understand sarcasm.

18. Do you want children? Dear gods NO!

19. Do you want a church wedding? I don’t particularly care. I don’t really want one but I’d do it if my partner wanted one. No guarantee I’d not get struck down entering the church.

20. Are you religious? Not really. I struggle with the concept of organized religion. But I do respect spirituality so long as it’s not being used to justify bigotry and have some sort of vague belief in it. 

21. Have you ever been to the hospital? Yes. Both for my own care and to visit family, none of which are fond memories.

22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law? I haven’t.

23. Have you ever met any celebrities? No, not yet. But hopefully one day Taylor will run out of other people to meet and finally take pity on me.

24. Baths or showers? Showers! I can’t stand baths for more than 10-15 minutes but can take an hour long shower.

25. What color socks are you wearing? Light and dark blue striped socks.

26. Have you ever been famous? No.

27. Would you like to be a big celebrity? Yes and no. I’d not say no to the potential money involved. But I’m a quiet guy and if I couldn’t find a way to protect my privacy like Taylor’s managed, I’d be done with it pretty quickly.

28. What type of music do you like? A bit of everything, but I’ve been on a pop kick recently.

29. Have you ever been skinny dipping? No, but I’d give it a go in the right setting.

30. How many pillows do you sleep with? One, unless they’re not firm enough.

31. What position do you usually sleep in? I usually fall asleep on my side.

32. How big is your house? Few bedrooms and a couple bathrooms, 2 stories. Decent sized.

33. What do you typically have for breakfast? I usually don’t. But if I wake up starving, I’ll try to find some leftover chicken or something to munch on, usually cold. 

34. Have you ever fired a gun? Yeah, fired a few different types. I’m not a great shot and I don’t handle the noise well. I struggle pulling the trigger for whatever reason.

35. Have you ever tried archery? I haven’t but I really want to!

36. Favorite clean word? Strobocopic is the first word that comes to mind and that’s 100% my dad’s fault, damn him.

37. Favorite swear word? Fuck.

38. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep? About 48 hours? I’ll usually take a sleeping pill or pass out on my own by then.

39. Do you have any scars? Ignoring the obvious quip about mental ones, I’ve got a couple physical. Got a faint one on my knee from busting it open as a kid that you can’t really see now. Got a fair few stretch marks and some acne scars as well.

40. Have you ever had a secret admirer? If I did, they were so secret I didn’t know about them.

41. Are you a good liar? Depends on what it is and how close I am to them. I can lie alright on phone or text unless you know me well or tell a stranger a white lie. But I’ve got no poker face whatsoever so I suck at the big ones, and the closer I am to someone the worse I get at lying. 

42. Are you a good judge of character? Kinda? I haven’t trusted too many assholes but like anyone I can overlook the bad in someone I care about. 

43. Can you do any other accents other than your own? Nope.

44. Do you have a strong accent? I don’t think so.

45. What is your favorite accent? British or Australian.

46. What is your personality type? Impatient but laid back smartass with a mixed sense of self preservation. I’m a pretty go with the flow guy, but yeah patience isn’t my strong suit.

47. What is your most expensive piece of clothing? My redwing boots.

48. Can you curl your tongue? Yes.

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

50. Left or right handed? Strongly right-handed.

51. Are you scared of spiders? I’m fucking terrified of them. It’s sad, really. Even the small ones.

52. Favorite food? Seafood in general or a good rare steak.

53. Favorite foreign food? Sushi!

54. Are you a clean or messy person? I’m a mess tbh. I try but I can’t quite seem to keep things up.

55. Most used phrased? “Fuck” probably.

56. Most used word? See above.

57. How long does it take for you to get ready? About 30 with a shower.

58. Do you have much of an ego? I’d like to say no, but I know I’ve got a bit of pride about some things.

59. Do you suck or bite lollipops? Suck until they’re almost gone and then bite.

60. Do you talk to yourself? Not so much now. If I’m alone in the house for an extended period, or I’m trying to work something out or stay focused, then yeah.

61. Do you sing to yourself? I rarely sing along to music in the car, let alone casually to myself.

62. Are you a good singer? Gods no.

63. Biggest Fear? The glib answer is spiders. But in the spirit of the question lise: the actual answer is the inevitable fuck up that is the last straw that leds to people leaving.

64. Are you a gossip? Yes and no? I don’t spread serious rumours, but I’ll absolutely talk shit with those I’m closest with. Kinda a nosey little prick too, I like knowing things.

65. Best dramatic movie you’ve seen? My mind kinda went straight to titanic. The 90s jumped out.

66. Do you like long or short hair? I wear my hair short (because getting misgendered makes me want to fling myself off the nearest cliff), but would theoretically consider wearing it longer if/when my facial hair comes in. On a partner, I like either.

67. Can you name all 50 states of America? I wouldn’t put money on it, but if I could see a list as I named them, I’d probably manage okay.

68. Favorite school subject? History. Or mythology, though that wasn’t a dedicated subject.

69. Extrovert or Introvert? Introvert AF.

70. Have you ever been scuba diving? No and I don’t think I ever would. 

71. What makes you nervous? It’s the anxiety, bro.

72. Are you scared of the dark? More scared of the tricks my mind can play on me in it, especially if I’m trying to sleep.

73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes? Depends on how close I am and what the mistake is.

74. Are you ticklish? Very and I don’t find being tickled funny or enjoyable. I’m likely to get pretty pissed off if someone tickles me intentionally.

75. Have you ever started a rumor? Never intentionally.

76. Have you ever been in a position of authority? Not really? Not with any real power.

77. Have you ever drank underage? Tried a few things, didn’t care for the taste.78. Have you ever done drugs? I tried pot but I can’t inhale for shit so it didn’t do anything for me.

79. Who was your first real crush? The first I can recall was a boy named Corbin in the first grade. He had dark hair and eyes and was nice and I thought he was cute and fun to play with. Then there was a girl named Emily who was tall and blonde. I don’t think I really knew they were crushes though. The first time I had a crush and KNEW it was a crush was high school, on a girl in my chem class and then on my physics teacher in my junior year.

80. How many piercings do you have? None.

81. Can you roll your Rs? Not anymore.

82. How fast can you type? 45-ish WPM?

83. How fast can you run? Not very fast.

84. What color is your hair? Dark blonde.

85. What color is your eyes? Blue.

86. What are you allergic to? Some laundry detergent. If it’s heavily scented I will break out in hives.

87. Do you keep a journal? No, but I’ve been told I should.

88. What do your parents do? My dad works in IT.

89. Do you like your age? Yes and no. I don’t have a problem with my age or nearing 30, but I could also fuck up my life in new and interesting ways if I could be younger knowing what I know now.

90. What makes you angry? Bigotry. Willful ignorance and unwillingness to listen. Hypocrisy. 

91. Do you like your own name? Yes, which is why I picked it.

92. Have you already thought of baby names, and if so what are they? I have zero, if not negative, desire to reproduce. But I like gender neutral names for girls - Parker, Peyton, Reagan, etc.

93. Do you want a boy a girl for a child? I don’t want either but I REALLY would not know what to do with a child who liked traditionally feminine things.

94. What are you strengths? Sheer stubbornness.

95. What are your weaknesses? Impatience.

96. How did you get your name? I wanted to keep my initials and Zach was the name that came to mind and felt right.

97. Were your ancestors royalty? If you go back far enough, you’ll usually stumble across it.

98. Do you have any scars? Wasn’t this a previous question???

99. Color of your bedspread? Blue, not that I use it.

100. Color of your room? White. Never did get around to painting it.

[thorman-barnes]

Bucky Barnes one-shot

prompt: n/a

summary: Bucky works for your father and he is assigned to be your body guard

what’s included: mobster!Bucky, body guard!Bucky, some language but not that much tbh

I also didn’t proofread this, I’m a little sleepy and I don’t want to read how horrible this turned out to be but uh, feedback would be appreciated

“Come on,” Bucky shouted, grabbing her hand and pulling her away from her group of friends. His firm grip on her hand was tight enough that even if she stopped walking behind him, he could drag her along behind him.

“Barnes!” She shouted, not knowing why he was pulling her away from your friends. Well, they were not really her friends, just people she had met in one of her classes and had invited her out for drinks after class. “What the fuck?”

He did not spare her a response but kept tugging her away deeper into the club. His pace was fast and that meant that she had to keep the same quick pace, as well. He had fast reflexes that even when someone cut in front of him, he stopped and she crashed into his back. She did not even have a second to gather herself before he tugged her behind him.

“What’s going on?” She shouted over the music, almost tripping over your own two feet.

He had agreed to stay on the other side of the club and not interrupt her night. That was the deal. She got a night out and he does his job without her trying to ditch him. She could not see him in the darkness of the club, in the flashing lights, or through the crowds - but she did feel someone eyes on her all night. At first, she knew it was Bucky, after all, he was doing his job that her father assigned him too and he did the job without complaint only to impress the boss.

But then, some time during the evening, the feeling of someone watching her changed. It was no longer the secure, safe presence of Bucky’s but something else entirely. It set her on edge but decided to ignore the feeling.

“I need to get you our of here,” he called back. It took her a moment to figure out what he said, his voice had been low and he briefly turned to look at her.

He stopped again and turned around, his hand finding the skin just above her elbows. His movements seemed practice and calm, like he has done this before, which she is sure he has. After all, he is part of your father’s crew.

“Barnes, what’s going on?” She asked, her eyes trying to read his facial expressions as his eyes scanned the room. Her eyes staring up at him as his eyes looked at the faces surrounding you two and at the many faces over and behind your head. He thanked god that you were short, making his job a little easier.

“Rival gang,” he answered finally. He pulled her into his body just before someone could roughly bump into her and could have sent her to the ground. Her eyes widened and she felt her skin pale.

Her father’s rival gang was why he assigned the young mobster as her body guard. There was a lot of hatred and tension going on between the two gangs, someone was bound to make a move against the other any time soon.

“We can’t go through the front door,” he said to himself, or her, she did not know. He was not looking at her and he could barely hear him above all the chatter and music. “There’s two men there,” he admitted and looked behind him and quickly turned back to face her.

His head dipped into her neck, his hot breath against her brown skin made her shiver and she fought back a moan. “Do not look anywhere but me,” his hush tone was the only thing she can focus on right now. For weeks he has been following her around, opening doors, holding her shopping bags, waiting outside her classes, but not once has he ever been this close to her. “Right now, they can’t see you and they can’t see me in the middle of this crowd.”

He lifted his head ever so slightly, the scruff of his beard scratching against her skin and his hands were on his waist as his eyes searched the room from the level of her shoulder. “There’s a door on the other side of the room,” he told her as he swayed them to the beat of the music to make sure they do not stand out. “When the music dies down and the crowd begins to disperse, we’re going to make a run for it.”

She took a shaky breath as her hands landed on his shoulders. It made her nervous to be standing this close to him, pressed up against him, and she knew she should not be feeling nervous for this reason when she could be in danger. “A run? Are you cr-”

“Shut up,” he growled and his fingers tightened on her waist and he could feel the unsteadiness of her breathing. “I’m just doing my job but if you have any other ideas, please, let me in on them.” He said please but she knew he was being sarcastic. He lifted his head moments after and he released her from his grip and found her wrist without even using his eyes to search for it. “Now,” he mouthed and pulled her through the crowd, pushing people aside and spilling their drinks.

She bumped against people and basically had to jog behind him to keep up with his long strides. She fell behind for a second and Bucky roughly pulled her closer. His eyes kept moving to look to his sides and turned to look back her at least once or twice.

When they reached the door, Bucky pushed it open and without thinking twice about it, he pushed her inside without meaning to be so rough. Then Bucky jumped in and slammed the door shut behind him. “I don’t think they saw us,” Bucky stated and leaned against the door. The loud music could be heard through the door but it was no longer loud enough that they had to shout. His eyes were staring at the wall above her head before as he tried to listen in on the noise on the other side of the door.

His gaze fell and landed on her. She was wide eyed and staring blankly at him. In all the time she had him as a body guard, he did not expect something to actually happen. “You okay?” She nodded without saying a word.

Bucky sighed and pushed himself off the door. “After you,” he motioned towards the descending stairs. The lights flickering down below and she hesitated before taking the steps down. The loud thuds of his boots on the metal stairs echoed as she quietly led him down. “Faster, they might notice we’re gone,” Bucky demanded and climbed down directly behind her to force to go down quicker.

When they finally reached the last door, Bucky forced the door open that led them outside into an alley. There was a couple of people there and Bucky pulled her into his body, his arm wrapped around her shoulders as he led her out. The group of people made some drunken comments towards her and Bucky and while she flinched away from the catcallers, Bucky continued walking without a bother.

“Hey bab-”

“Keep walking,” Bucky muttered and walked closer to the opposite side of the wall from where the group stood.

“Ditch your gir-”

Bucky sighed and kept walking, his arm tightening around her and without giving it thought, her arms was around his waist now. Her heart skipping beats because of her bold move and also because they were now passing the people that had foul mouths.

Another comment.

“Almost there,” Bucky told her again and when one of the men stuck their arm towards them, their hand reaching for her, Bucky quickly pushed his arm away from them. “Watch it,” he spat and stared him down before proceeding to walk away.

The moment they reached the end of the alley, she turned and saw one of the men staring at her already before Bucky pulled her around the corner towards their car. “Next time, please just choose to stay home,” Bucky gritted out.

She had a skip in her steps as she tried to stay along his side. Her head was turned to look at him. There was no denying that he was gorgeous but he was an asshole. Before he became her personal body guard, she had the tiniest of crushes on him. He was close to being the second-in-command, the right hand man. She never actually spoke to him before she had danced with him once in one of her father’s fancy parties she had to attend. It was only one dance and the only exchange they had was when he asked for her a dance and she said yes and then, he was pulled away by an older woman.

“What? Didn’t get lucky with the ladies?” She asked, she was teasing but she also hoped he said no or better yet, did not answer. 

He scoffed and she could have swore she saw a smile try to creep onto his lips. “I was doing a job,” he stated in a matter-of-fact tone and stuffed his hands deeps into his pockets. “And I take my job seriously.”

“Oh please, you don’t care if I got hurt or even about protecting me, in fact, I'm sure I annoy you. You just want to kiss ass and become my dad’s seco-”

He laughed dryly and shook his head. He stopped and turned towards her. He stopped her from walking by grabbing her elbow. He leaned in again, his face mere inches away from hers and he saw ber breathing become unsteady again. “At first, yes,” he admitted and she raised a brow at him. “It was about being the second, but you managed to get under my skin and I didn’t mind it so much after.”

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[causeimalady-thatswhy]

Is this room getting smaller?  It feels like its getting smaller.  I hear the sound of footsteps in the apartment above.  Our window is open to try to circulate the suffocating air and I hear cars driving past, going well over the speed limit.  Our TV is on, the portable dishwasher is going, and I hear two unfamiliar voices enter the building.  Which is like sitting on your bed in the house you live in and hearing someone walk down the hallway right past the door to your bedroom, only you have no idea who the fuck they are.  We hear everything here.  All of the noise is polarizing.  And then I hear my kids.  I get lost in the noises of our musty cave.  My children find me and bring me out.  They ask for a snack.  I smile, say no.  They continue playing.  They don’t know, because this is all they know.  I continue sitting, lost in thought, dreaming of anywhere to take them that isn’t here.  

We almost rented a house. A few times.  But things came up, we decided not to, we decided to wait. Four years later we’re still where we were.  Everything is more expensive, so we fucked up. We’re trapped.  In this small apartment.  With the small rooms, that feel smaller with four people living in them. Four people.  900 square feet.  That’s not even that bad.  I hear stories of people close by and far away that have it way worse.  My mind wanders to that place, and then the guilt sets in.  I should be so lucky to live where I do.  There are people in the world who are suffering.  I don’t deserve pity.  But as much as I try to pull myself out, I am suffering.

We almost bought a house. That just happened.  We got so close to freedom.  We were denied our loan.  The details make sense now, but we were told it was a go.  We were pre-approved, our offer accepted, all inspections passed, title work done, closing costs covered.  Nope, just kidding.  A week before closing.  The closing of our hardest chapter, by far.  A week before we could get the keys to a real home, with a real yard, and a real fucking laundry room.  With neighbors far enough that if they lit a bong the smoke wouldn’t damage our mattresses and couch cushions and my innocent babies wouldn’t wake up with black boogers.  Neighbors far enough where I don’t have to explain to my young children what they’re smelling in the hallway as were walking down to do laundry.  Neighbors far enough where when there are domestic disputes until 6 am, loud enough where it sounds like they’re going to spill through our cave door, our kids wont wake up confused.  Neighbors where if the drunk idiots next to us decided to throw a fucking party, the bass from their stereos woudn’t scare my kids into thinking there are loud monsters in their room.  Privacy.  Peace. Fresh fucking air.

I live in a safe place. Safety, to me though, is relative to your mind and your thoughts.  My sister basically lived in the ghetto and mentally, was totally fucking fine.  She wasn’t scared.  My apartment has “security”.  The security guards couldn’t do anything about the drug problem but hey at least I have a number to call.  I live in a safe city.  Full of tourists in the summer, rich or poor people in the winter, but pretty much safe. This city, like most others, is completely unaffordable for people trying to start their lives.  Low paying jobs galore, expensive homes galore. Middle class?  Gone.  There are people in the world who are dieing.  I am selfish to think I deserve more than them, more than those mothers who, like me, so deeply crave a better life for their children.  But their better life is across the country, continent, ocean, world.  Mine can be almost anywhere in my county.  I am blessed and lucky to be born in America.  But am I really safe? Never.

My husband is a veteran. He went to war instead of college. When it came time for reenlistment, I was pregnant and he decided to take me home and try college again.  He does everything for me.  I say he doesn’t show me affection but everything he does, he does for me.  As I’m writing this he is talking to me more than usual, and touching me more than usual, because he knows.  I want out of here. I want my kids out of here. And hes the only one who can do that for us.  Really I should be fine, the pressure is on him.  But my mind betrays me.  He works hard. He deserves a house more than me, but my kids deserve a house the most.

Theres a park down the street with a playscape and a cute beach on the bay.  My kids basically grew up there.  No backyard, remember?  Once when we were at this beach, my kids were playing on the playscape.  Two men were sitting on a bench looking out at the water. They both got up and walked towards the parking lot, towards us.  One man was holding his phone, and as he got close I saw that his camera was on.  He smiles at me, looks up at my son, takes a fucking picture of him, and says “cute kid”.  Safe my fucking ass.  No where is safe.  I could kill myself for not ripping the fucking phone out of his hand, and shoving it up his weird old fucking ass.  I called the police, because I am who I am.  And the person on the phone seemed concerned, but my husband said everything was probably fine.  Except I read about pedophilia and weird fucking people on the internet all the time. In my mind, one of those people might now have a picture of my son. Because we don’t have a backyard.

Theres a splash pad downtown where I live.  It was shut off and my kids were too little but I try to get them outside when its sunny. I try to take them places and give us all some fresh air, a break from our cave.  So I got the double-jogging-stroller and we walked.  I have a stroller for every occasion, my parents think that’s weird.  But when you live in an apartment its necessary.  I always have to pack, and plan, and prepare when I want to go outside. We were walking back to the car from this splash pad, looking out at the water.  A man starts walking toward me.  He has a phone in his hand but I didn’t notice until he took a picture of us.  He told me “You belong in Hollywood”.  I smile and quickly walk toward my car.  He gets into a green truck with branding on the side.  At least this time the kids were bundled in hats and blankets.  They probably weren’t visible in the picture.  Safe.

Once I was at my friends house. She owns her house all by herself.  She is not afraid, ever.  At least I don’t think.  We got out of the car and started walking to her front door when a man on a bicycle rode by really slowly, and stared into our eyes the entire time without saying hi or anything.  When he got to far and had to break the stare, he turned his head around the other way to keep staring as he kept riding his bike.  Eventually he stopped looking.  My friend told me, “Ive never seen anything like that here before”.  I know….its me.  But I digress.

I packed a lot of stuff already.  Each box is labeled with it’s contents and what room of the house the stuff was going to go.  I printed out the dimensions of the house so I could have them with me if I decided to go into home depot and plan.  I planned how I would arrange every room.  I thought about where I would put a Christmas tree, how the tree in the front yard would be perfect for a tire swing. I thought about how cute it would be to put pumpkins outside and what it would be like to take my kids trick or treating without driving them somewhere else.  I thought it would be fun to build a teepee in the backyard for the kids to play in, and what it would be like to actually be able to have bonfires.  Once I dreamt that we pulled up the carpet to reveal hardwood floors, just like in Fixer Upper.  Now that we’re staying I might as well throw away the stuff in the boxes.  I packed almost half of our apartment and we still don’t have any space.

My family could have stayed with us.  There were two rooms in the basement.  One for a guest room and the other for a playroom.  Perfect.  We live 4 hours from our families.  My husband and I both work.  He works a lot more, so im home a lot more.  He has always been good at making friends.  I guess its probably me...I think im nice, friendworthy?  Maybe im too nice.  Either way, I was going to try to convince my mom to live with us in the summer.  Then I would be safe, and have company.

I grew up in a suburban middle-class subdivision.  I played outside with kids in my neighborhood all the time.  I was born in 91, so I am one of the last generations that remembers a time before the internet.  We didn’t even get a VCR until DVD players were a thing.  I loved my childhood.  I had fun. I had a happy and healthy childhood with parents who loved me and a safe, happy home.  I was spoiled for that.  I know now, that is rare.  And that is to be treasured.  And I must do that for my children, as soon as I possibly can.  They are loved, and we laugh, but only inside.

I have to mourn the loss of this home, the memories never to be made.  Painting my kids rooms.  Watching them play in the leaves. Watching them ride their bikes.  Reading books by the fireplace. Picnicking in the backyard.  My kids playing with our neighbors, who are the same age.  Planting a garden.  Going on adventures without going somewhere unfamiliar.  Opening the back door and letting them run.  Just run and run.  I want to let them out and let them run until their little legs get tired.  And then bring them inside for a sandwich.  I feel like Sandra Bullock in Birdbox.  I don’t want to have to tell them to slow down, that they will die because cars are driving by too fast, or people are doing drugs on their balconies, or to tell them they cant play on the sidewalk because the creepy guy above us will linger out there too long.  I have to mourn the loss of my kid’s almost first childhood home. And pray, pray, pray it will come sooner than later.  But hey, at least we have somewhere to live, and to everyone else it’s probably safe.

[fearfilledvirgil]

Ivity and Anx: part fourteen

Summary: Virgil listends to the song that Princey posted in his living room. Things go to hell.

Warnings: accidental self isolation, breif mention of migraines, parental abuse, attempt of muder, a knife, self-blame, self-depreciation, guilt

Word count: 5130

Pairing: Slowburn Prinxiety, lots of platonic Analogical

A/N: HI I RECORDED A SONG FOR THIS PART AND I’M SHAKING. Anyways listen to this song which is a recording of the song that Princey sings. But with my voice. And yes, I made Roman have the same guitar as I do because I’m emoTIONALLY ATTACHED okay? The video is bad, but just pretty please listen to it and read the chapter or both at once I don’t know. If you know how it sounds it gives the words a bit more meaning than just random poetry. Anyways. This chapter is very emotionally taxing and sad. It made several beta readers cry. Good luck. Taglist under the cut. 

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Today had been a long day, but that wasn’t unusual. Long days were a common thing for Logan since he moved into his college dorm, but that was mostly his fault. Classes hadn’t started yet, for either Logan or his friends going into their junior year, but that didn’t mean that Logan hadn’t started studying yet. The seventeen-almost-eighteen year old would spend several hours a day at the library, reading his textbooks and teaching himself the material for the classes to come. He also kept detailed and clean notes, something that made him happy.

His notes served a few purposes for Logan. It was a way to destress, it let out his creativity in a productive way, it helped him remember what he studied, and it provided him something to put on his Tumblr along with his bullet journal. He had what was called a studyblr, and was fairly popular. When he followed Virgil without telling him what his blog was, the younger nearly had a heart attack.

Logan’s pen stopped in the middle of the sentence he was writing. Virgil. He hadn’t talked to the younger in a while, which honestly scared him. The two used to be inseparable, considering that both were on the outskirts of the social game. Logan was always diving into books, and Virgil was always avoiding people at all costs. Now, though, with Logan off at college and burying himself in his books again, the two weren’t talking as much. Come to think of it, he hadn’t talked to Patton in a while. That was an oddity as well, since the excitable man loved talking to him. Logan loved talking to him. The college student felt a dip in his stomach, probably because of guilt. He was so busy studying at the library that he had begun to forget his friends.

A text tone interrupted the classical music streaming through his headphones, making him pause. A light of hope flickered inside his mind, because just maybe, it was one of his friends deciding to break the silence. He didn’t even realize how much he missed them these past few months until now.

Patton Heart <3: Hey Logan! I think you probably should check this out. It’s totally about Virgil, but you know more about the situation then I do.

After the first text, Patton sent with it a link to a video on YouTube. Logan was certainly confused, but once he clicked the link to preview the video, he understood. Roman posted a video, most likely unedited, of a song about Virgil.

Logos Brain: Thank you for bringing this to my attention. I will alert Virgil. How have you been, Patton? I apologize for my momentary absence. I have been settling in here and regrettably forgot to talk.

Patton Heart <3: It’s okay!! I’m glad you’re settling in well. Make any friends?

Logos Brain: No one could replace you, Heart

Logan could not see, but Patton was flapping his arms everywhere at that comment. It gave him peace of mind knowing that Logan felt so strongly about him, even though he was known for not having any feelings. It made Patton warm and fuzzy inside, like most things that Logan said. What Logan could see, though, was his own phone pulling up Virgil’s contact and sending him the link to the video.

Pocket Protector: Virgil, Roman wrote a song about you. You may want to check it out.

Honorary Brother: Oh. Okay. Thank you Lo Sorry we haven't been texting

Pocket Protector: Its my fault. I was neglecting my friends in favor of studying

Honorary Brother: This is why I usually am the buffer. Taking ten minute breaks every half an hour? For your head?

Pocket Protector: Yes, Virgil. I promise.

Virgil was usually the one causing Logan to worry, but that didn’t mean that he didn’t worry about him too. The elder had an skill for getting headaches after reading or concentrating for too long. If he let the headache go without treating it, there was a more than likely chance that he would get a migraine. If it got to that point, little would stop the pain, and the migraine would persist for hours, or even days. That’s why Virgil made Logan have the ten for thirty rule.

Virgil shifted on the couch, trying to get more comfortable as he clicked on the YouTube link. He knew it was Roman, but he didn’t know how he could write a song about him of all people and be able to pass it by the record label. As soon as the video loaded, though, Virgil understood.

The title of the video was ‘Psychic, an Original Song by Roman Prince’ and opened with Roman pulling his arm away from the camera. He was sitting in a mostly dark room, fairy lights behind him, with his guitar resting on his legs. His head was almost out of frame, but the bottom half of his face was visible. Virgil sucked in a breath as Roman started talking on the video.

“I just want to start out with saying that this video is currently in no way related to Vidomen Records or any of it’s associates. I actually just wrote this song like… ten minutes ago, but I just.... I need to get this out. So. This is called Psychic.” Roman’s voice was soft, spoken with care and in his lower register. Virgil suddenly became aware that he did not, in fact, have his headphones in, and was making a loud commotion in the living room by playing the video.

Be seen not heard. Or, better yet, don’t be fucking seen either, but don’t leave this house, ya hear? The booming echo of the memory of his father’s voice made a shiver fall down Virgil’s spine. He quickly turned down the volume as low as it could go without being off. He then put the phone up to his ear, closed his eyes, and listened to Roman’s smooth voice begin to sing.

It’s almost like he can read by thoughts But I wish you could too All these emotions and things inside That I’m trying to get through to you.

Virgil’s heart plunged into his gut at the sheer emotion in the words that Roman sang. They were taken straight from Princey’s own heart, which made Virgil understand why he put the disclaimer at the beginning of the video. It was nothing like his usual, peppy, flamboyant songs. This song was pure Roman. Virgil held onto the phone harder as the slower chorus played through the small speakers.

If you could be inside my mind Then I wouldn’t have to try To put my pride aside And tell you the truth But the truth is hard to get out When it falls on closed ears So can you be psychic for me? Can you be psychic for me?

Roman took another breath to continue singing, but Virgil’s phone was knocked away from him. Fear stabbed him in the heart and gripped his lungs to make it hard to breath. His eyes widened, adrenaline pumping through his veins as his father grabbed his wrist. He was pulled off the couch, tossed down to the floor.

Vaguely, he could hear Roman continue singing with, “I know that you’re terrified.”

“What did I tell you about making noise?” Virgil’s father growled as he stepped closer to his son, who was now on the floor.

A little ways away, Roman continued singing with, “Because you’ve been cast aside.”

“I-I’m sorry, sir.” Virgil started to stutter, but was stopped from further apology by a kick to his side. The fear inside his chest was pushing at his rib cage, almost begging to be released. It was pounding, hard and fast like nothing he had ever felt before. He didn’t understand the difference in this punishment. It had started out just like all the others, so why was his adrenaline at an all time high? Why was he so scared, but not of the man leaning over him?

“Tell me what I told you!” the father figure yelled, his fists clenching as he stepped on Virgil’s wrist.

In the distance, Roman finished the chorus with, “Your feelings were twisted for fun. Words like bullets from my gun.”

It was at this moment that Virgil finally came to a screeching halt. Roman’s voice flowed into his ears as he sang the bridge again, somehow becoming louder with every passing second. Everything around him dimbed, the loudness of his father screaming his sentence again diminishing as his ears started ringing. The world was starting to go into some sort of slow motion, allowing Virgil to rethink over the decision that his mind had already made the moment that the phone was slapped out of his hand. Now he realised why this time was different. This time, he had Roman’s voice with him, a voice that he had once hated but learned to love. It was the soft tone that the singer used to comfort the other on those late night calls, and it was with him in this moment. This time was different because Roman unintentionally just accidently gave him hope. He didn’t understand why the lying boy would write this song, but it struck a chord inside Virgil. He didn’t register the dryness of his mouth or the pain in his wrist. All Virgil could think about was the word stuck in his throat, leaning off the tip of his tongue.

“No.”

“What?” Virgil’s father took a step back in shock. He hadn’t heard that word pass from his son’s lips since before his mother died. “What the fuck did you say?’”

“I said,” Virgil sat up from the floor, his hand finding his phone that was still playing the song and placing it in his back pocket. He was standing now, straightening his back with a slight bit of pain to be taller than his father. He was working on auto pilot, the world still fuzzy. “No.”

Thanks to the odd sensation of not actually being in his body that Virgil was experiencing, everything that followed was a blur. There were loud words, dodged punches, and spit flying everywhere. That much was processed in his head. Virgil was vaguely aware that he was also yelling, but what of, he didn’t have a solid grip. The words passing off his tongue felt like he was calling his dad out about being a drunk, and calling him out on how he treated his own son, but he couldn’t be exactly sure.

Before Virgil could acknowledge it, he had screamed his throat raw. His father’s eyes were glaring daggers at him, wide and seething. He could only see red. Virgil, on the other hand, was coming back down to earth, and the hope in his stomach was washing away. Every ounce of confidence that may had been left fully disappeared when his father reached over the kitchen counter. He didn’t realize that they had moved so close to the kitchen in their fighting, and Virgil was going to pay for that.

Mr. Sanders drew his hand back, revealing a long silver kitchen knife. Virgil’s heart rate suddenly skyrocketed, his hands beginning to shake even more than they were. His father took a step closer, which made Virgil take a step back.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t- I didn’t mean…” His eyes were glued onto the knife. “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry won’t fucking cut it,” His father was advancing quicker. He adjusted his grip on the knife. “You need to be taught a lesson.”

Virgil attempted to back away again, but instead fumbled over the couch. His back hit the cushions, but he was immediately attempting to scramble away. His father was still approaching with some sort of sick gleam in his eyes. Was this his plan all along? To get him to fight back, only to stab his chest to hear him scream and see the light leave his eyes? Did he hate him that much, that he’d kill him? Virgil fell off the couch, too caught up in the dark thoughts to notice the end of the sofa. The floor came up too quickly, and suddenly he was eating carpet. He heard his dad snicker behind him, dark and menacing. This was too much, this was too much and Virgil could not take it.

Somehow, he managed to get up off the floor. It was messy and ungraceful, but he grabbed his hoodie laying on the ground while getting up from the floor. With his hoodie in hand, and his phone in his back pocket, now all he had to do was get the fuck out of the apartment. Of course, Mr. Sanders had other plans than to let his son escape that easily. He follows Virgil menacingly, the glint in his eye growing as he started to raise the knife.

“I’ve been too lenient to you. It’s time you get what you deserve.” he said, looking at the knife and looking toward his son. Virgil’s vision swarmed in and out, his breathing all but stopped.

The next few moments would stay in Virgil’s mind the rest of his days. They played out in slow motion, frame by frame, as it happened.

Mr. Sanders lunged quite quickly, but it didn’t feel quick at all. Virgil eyed the knife, sharp and threatening, as it darted toward his chest. Before he could think, Virgil began to turn to the side, his eyes never leaving the intentional divits in the glinting silver. As he was trying to get away from the plunging knife, Virgil put his arms out in front of him. While he turned, his arms did too, which was both a good thing and a bad thing. The knife missed its mark on Virgil’s chest, but it still sliced through his upper arm. A small scream ripped from Virgil’s throat as it did so, but he pressed on. Since his arms were moving forward as he twisted, the knife was pressed deeper into his arm. But after it passed through his flesh, Virgil’s arms connected with his father’s body and pushed away.

Afterward, time sped up.

Virgil was running. His breathing was quick, coming in bigger gasps then before. He fumbled with the door for only a moment before it was open and he was running. He was going down the concrete stairs ten times faster than he usually did, only bent on getting away from the apartment. He needed to get away, even though he knew that he would eventually have to return. But for tonight, he ran like there was no tomorrow.

That was, at least, until his panic driven state began to wash away. His lungs burned, as did his legs, but at least he was away. Virgil took a second to gauge where he was. Upon looking around, he concluded that he was in Logan’s neighborhood. His legs must have carried him here due to muscle memory. Virgil thought that was okay for the moment until he realized something very important. Logan was not here. Without Logan, Virgil had no one. And, now that the fight or flight response had eased up, he just realized how much pain his arm was in.

So Virgil did the only thing he knew how to do: call Logan.

Once seated semi-comfortably on a bench in the neighborhood park nearby, Virgil attempted to pull his jacket on to attempt to keep the chill of night at bay. He took out his phone and sighed. More cracks had formed when he fell over the couch.

“Please still fucking work.” Virgil pushed the button to unlock his phone and let out a sigh of relief when it still turned on. He went to Logan’s contact number and hit the call button.

Logan picked up after two rings. “Good evening, Virgil.”

“Hey Lo.”

Logan could hear in Virgil’s voice that he was crashing from the adrenaline. “Is everything alright?”

Virgil considered lying for a moment. He knew that Logan could read him like a book, even over the phone, so he decided against it. “No. It’s not. It fucking sucks.”

“Do you want to tell me what’s wrong?” When he didn’t get an answer, Logan decided to try something different. “Gauge?”

Virgil sighed. He was simultaneously grateful and hateful at just how well his friend knew him. “Eight and a half.”

“What happened?”

Virgil took a breath, his grip on his phone tightening. “Knife.”

There was shuffling at the other side of the line. “Virgil, Virgil, you need to get it looked at. It’s not something that I can help you with where I am.”

“I know that, Logan, but you know I can’t go to the hospital.”

“I know. There is someone else you can go to,” There was a pause, then the opening and closing of a door. “Someone who has helped you through a lot.”

“Don’t fucking say it.”

“Virgil.” The tone was testing, but Virgil didn’t care at the moment.

“No, Logan. I can’t.” Virgil shook his head even though he knew Logan couldn’t see. “Not after this long of time. He probably fucking hates me. He’s probably planning how to make next year a living hell.”

“He misses you.”

Three simple words. Something Virgil never thought he’d hear about Roman. Did Patton talk to Logan about it? Is that how Logan knew that Roman missed him? Logan wasn’t one to say or do anything without some facts behind it so it wasn’t a gut feeling.

“You don’t know that, Logan.”

“Yes I do. Patton’s said so. Several times.” At the moment, it sounded as though Logan was walking rather quickly. “Patton even told me that Roman’s tried reaching out to you.”

“Roman hates me. He’s out to make my life a living hell.”

Logan pinched the bridge of his nose, but kept walking. “Do I honestly need to read to you a list of reasons for you to go to him?”

“You don’t have one of those ready, Pocket Protector.”

“Actually, I do. Give me a moment.”

Virgil shouldn’t have been surprised, considering that Logan was crazy over lists and notes. He would comprise one full of pros and cons about Roman. Sighing, Virgil put a little pressure on the cut, hoping to stop a little of the bleeding. There was a sound on the other end of the line of a door opening and closing again. Then came the ruffling of papers.

“Are you ready, Virgil?” Logan asked a few moments later.

“Do I have a choice?”

“No.”

“Didn’t think so. List away.”

“I’m ignoring that. Some of the pros of going and talking to Roman include: He knows about your past and would be least likely to completely, um, ‘lose it’ if you showed up bleeding. Roman also has been able to help keep you calm in moments of excessive alarm. Occasionally even more capable at it than I am. You are also very comfortable with him. At least you were before you realized who he was. You trust him to some extent. And I believe that he has no intention of hurting you.”

“Wait. Did you just say ‘I believe’?” Virgil couldn’t help but point that out.

“Based off of evidence I have collected, yes.”

“And what evidence would that be?” As much as he hated to admit it, he was curious about what would cause Logan to say that.

“One example would be that he told Patton that he ‘had ruined everything’ and ‘it was all his fault.’”

Virgil didn’t know how to respond to that. It was the last thing that he expected Roman Prince to say about him. He never thought that Roman would go so far as to blame himself. He thought that Roman would laugh about the experience and use it as more fuel against him.

“Virgil?” Logan’s voice broke Virgil out of his thoughts.

“Sorry, what?”

“I said would you like more evidence?”

“No, thank you. I don’t want want to hear the page and a half of evidence you probably have on that one point.”

“It is a page and a quarter.”

“Whatever you say.” Virgil couldn’t help the slight smile that was on his face. He missed talking with Logan so much.

“Anyway. Roman would also find a way to help you without making you go to the hospital. And just talking to him would be enough to, uh, pay him back.”

“Based off what Patton said I’m guessing?”

“Precisely. Though it is a possible con in he may not want to talk to you. It was a few months ago that Patton told me this.”

“Any other cons?”

Virgil heard the shuffling of pages from the other line again. “He could be upset that you didn’t let him explain himself. He could be upset that you broke off all ties. However it’s hypothesized that sitting down and talking to him about why will rectify that. Actually almost all of the cons I have written could be corrected by just talking to him.”

“Almost all?” Virgil’s curiosity got the better of him.

“The one outcome that wouldn’t be corrected is if he truly never cared for you, which seems highly illogical. I believe that there is an infinitesimal chance that talking to him will work.”

“Logan. Buddy. That’s not encouraging.”

“Why not? I am simply saying that there is a great chance that if you talk to him things will be alright.”

“Not that ‘infinitesimal’ means Lo.”

Virgil couldn’t help but chuckle when he heard Logan typing away quickly at his computer. He could almost imagine the look of disbelief on the other’s face. The sputtering from the other line proved that Logan was at a loss for words at misusing the term.

“I...deeply apologize for that, Virgil.”

“‘S all good. I knew you didn’t mean it.” There was a pause. “So you really believe it’s a good idea to go to Roman?”

“I truly do. While he may be arrogant, I do not believe that he will turn you away. He’s prideful but he still has a heart.”

“Alright. If he does I expect a major apology.”

“I promise.”

Virgil took a deep breath and was about to hit the end call button when something stopped him. It was some emotion he hadn’t felt in a long time. After pondering it for a minute, Virgil realized it was pride. He was proud of what he was going to tell Logan.

“I stood up to him.” Virgil whispered as he got up from the bench.

“What do you mean?” Logan asked, fearing the answer.

“My father. I... I stood up to him”.

“That’s… That’s good, Vee. If you did, I think it’s all the mor--”

“That’s not it, Logan.” Virgil cut off his friend. He was now standing near the bench, not ready to leave the familiar place yet.

“What’s not ‘it?’” Logan sounded worried. There was another shift on the other side of the line, signifying that he put down his papers.

“It all happened so fast, or slow, I don’t know. He may not have but... I turned and the-the-the blade went deep into my arm and…” Virgil took a deep breath to attempt to steady his heavily beating heart. He couldn't get it out. He couldn’t.

“You’re probably bleeding far worse than I anticipated because of, of your bravery,” Logan moved the phone to his other ear. “You did stand up to him, that’s what matters. And I’m.. I’m extremely proud of you.”

“Yeah but now my jacket is going to be soaked in blood.” Virgil joked as he started walking again. He heard a muffled ‘Jesus Christ’ on the other end of the line which made him crack a smile.

“If you do not go to Roman I will fly home and personally drag you kicking and screaming to the hospital and then to his house.” Concern was clear in Logan’s voice.

Virgil knew Logan well enough to know he meant it. “I’m already off the bench and out of the park. You’re just lucky the two of you don’t live that far apart.”

“We what now?”

“I ran into your neighborhood. Muscle memory I guess.”

“I am… sorry that I am not there to help you.” Regret was clear in Logan’s voice. He wished the world that he could be there to help protect his friend.

“Its okay. You’ve got collage, and… Like I said, he only lives a few blocks away.” Virgil was lying. He was lying so hard that it hurt. But he had to, because he couldn’t spend his entire life dependant on Logan. He had enough of Virgil’s bullshit and pain. He deserved a normal life full of learning, possibly love, without Virgil weighing him down. That’s all he ever did, really, was weigh him down. If Virgil hadn’t been so stupid as to go to his house all those years ago, hurt and afraid, then Logan’s life could have been free from pain. The most he had to worry about was love and knowledge. But no, Virgil had to ruin all of that.

“Virgil, talk to me.” Logan cut through Virgil’s internal thoughts. He seemed to do that a lot.

“What? Sorry, spaced out.”

“You worry me. I asked if you want me to stay on the phone with you?” Worry was even more evident in Logan’s voice than before.

Virgil pulled his hood up to hopefully block some of the wind as he turned onto the main street. It was late, past midnight at least, so there wasn’t too many cars to disturb the call. “Maybe? I don’t know. It sounded like I took you away from something.”

“That was… nothing really important. A dorm activity.”

“That you liked or not?” You fucking idiot Virgil. He was doing normal college stuff and you couldn’t even let him do that. Stupid.

“It was okay. I met this mess of a man, Nate, who scares me with how much he procrastinates.”

“So… ProcrastiNATE.”

“I hate you.” Logan couldn’t help the slightly fond smile despite his annoyance at the pun.

“Come on, you love me.”

“You’re right. I do. A lot, honorary little bro.”

“Did you just call me ‘bro?’ What has college done to you?” Virgil teased his best friend. No, that wasn’t right. Logan was his brother. They were closer than blood could ever make them.

“I tried! But honestly, you’re still Honorary Brother in my contacts.”

Virgil was silent for a few moments before he regained himself. “That means a lot to me, Lo.”

“I know it does, Virge.”

Virgil was still concerned that he messed up an important part of Logan’s experience at college. “Are you sure that I’m not taking you away from anyone right now?”

A knock on a door at Logan’s end of the call gave him his answer. “One moment.”

“Sure.”

Logan removed the phone from his ear and covered the speaker to hopefully minimize what Virgil could hear. He sat up from the chair at his desk to approach the door. Upon opening it, the man that he talked about to Virgil was standing there. Logan furrowed his eyebrows in confusion before raising one as to ask ‘what are you doing here?’

“Oh, good, this is your dorm. Okay.” Nate pushed up his sunglasses and leaned against the doorframe.

“What do you want? I’m a bit preoccupied.” Logan was annoyed, that much was clear. Virgil was just able to make out his words, which made him feel even more guilty than he already was.

“Dude, you left right in the middle of a conversation. And said something about a hospital. We worried.” the concern in Nate’s voice actually seemed genuine, at least to Logan.

“I’m helping out a friend of mine, its-” Logan was promptly cut off by Virgil on the other end of the line.

“Logan! Go back to the meeting thing!” Virgil half-yelled into the phone, hoping that his friend would hear him. “I’m almost there anyway.” That wasn’t the full truth, but it was close enough to the truth that Logan wouldn’t mind anyway.

Nate looked down at Logan’s phone, then back up to the younger with a smirk. “And the friend agrees with me. Come on, tell ‘em goodbye and come back! Brian’s about to talk school stuff and by the looks of ya, you’d like that.”

“Go, Logan!” Virgil yelled again. Logan brought his phone back up to his ear for the second part of Virgil’s sentence. “Besides, a dude named Brian? That’s gotta be cool. He has your last name as a name.”

“Yeah, well, you’re more important,” Nate gave him a goofy smile, to which Logan responded by tearing the phone away from his face and saying, “Not like that, you, uh, you...”

“Buffoon?” Virgil supplied.

“Buffoon! Wait, Vee, what does that even mean?” Nate watched these two sortof interact with a happy glint in his eye. They were good friends. Even he could tell.

“Dunno. Now go.”

“Fine. Goodbye, Virgil. Please call me if you need more assistance. Text me when you get there.”

“Will do, Lo. Talk to you later.” Virgil’s grip on his phone tightened. They were doing the dance of who will hang up again.

“Good luck.” Neither wanted to do it. Logan wanted to provide support, while Virgil didn’t want to let go of familiarity and the comfort of Logan’s voice. But he had to.

“You too.” Virgil said with finality before removing the phone from his face and pressing the end call button. Just like that, his fate was sealed.

Not only that, but Virgil knew that his phone was dying. He didn’t have time to grab anything other than his sweatshirt. No charger, no change of clothes, no wallet, no earbuds, no nothing. Virgil took a look at the time, and his battery, before placing it in his back pocket again. No earbuds meant no music, and no music meant that his mind was free to wander.

This was not a good thing, despite what some people might think. Virgil’s mind wandering was never good. Now he had the chance to think over all the reasons why Roman hated him, and why he would definitely turn him away. Virgil walked on like this, pain in his upper arm and worrying thoughts in his mind. It took everything in his being not to think himself creepy for knowing the way. The boy had given the younger his address willingly at some point after their split. Virgil saved it, most likely because of the lingering hope in his heart. Soon enough, he would reach the one place he never thought he’d actually go: Roman Prince’s house.

next part

Shoutout to the amazing @lovecrazyjennybear​! She helped me a ton with this chapter (specifically most of Logan and Virgil’s conversation), and even more chapters to come. You are an amazing beta reader and an even more amazing friend! (and writer, and editer, and all the ideas you have. you are amazing all around)

[himbosims]

The Simself Challenge? Is that what this is called? I have no idea. . .

The challenge is basically to make a simself then answer a fuck ton of question so here we are. Thanks @willowbomb and @sim-borg for tagging me. I’ll tag: whoever wants to do this because idk who hasn't done this yet

1. WHAT IS YOUR FULL NAME? Taylor

2. WHAT IS YOUR NICKNAME? My childhood nickname was Tot. My friends call me d*ke and slut though so hey

3. BIRTHDAY? July 23, 2001

4. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE BOOK SERIES? Series definitely The Mortal Instruments or the Infernal Artifacts by Cassandra Clare

5. DO YOU BELIEVE IN ALIENS OR GHOSTS? Both i think, definitely aliens. I don't fuck with ghosts and all that because I don't want to die

6. WHO IS YOUR FAVORITE AUTHOR? Right now my favs are Adam Silvera and Becky Albertalli

7. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE RADIO STATION? Where I live we have five stations, one that plays music from the 30’s all the time, three country, and one that says it plays pop but ends up playing country anyways. So, none.

8. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE FLAVOR OF ANYTHING? Idk man, thats a loaded question. Probably vanilla

9. WHAT WORD WOULD YOU USE OFTEN TO DESCRIBE SOMETHING GREAT OR WONDERFUL? ??? lit… idk dude I was trying to think of something that's weird but I can't think of anything

10. WHAT IS YOUR CURRENT FAVORITE SONG? Be My Mistake by The 1975 or Not Warriors by Waterparks

11. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE WORD? Serious answer, lunacy (there's a reason its my username) not as serious, I just heard someone outside yell for the chillin’s and I started laughing because that word is great

12. WHAT WAS THE LAST SONG YOU LISTENED TO?  I’m currently listening to From Eden by Hozier

13. WHAT TV SHOW WOULD YOU RECOMMEND FOR EVERYBODY TO WATCH? Shameless, Glee, Shadowhunters, Grey’s. I could go on.

14. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE MOVIE TO WATCH WHEN YOU’RE FEELING DOWN?Love, Simon, Call Me By Your Name, or The Perks of Being a Wallflower

15. DO YOU PLAY VIDEO GAMES? Obviously

16. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST FEAR? Spiders and needles

17. WHAT IS YOUR BEST QUALITY, IN YOUR OPINION? nothing

18. WHAT IS YOUR WORST QUALITY, IN YOUR OPINION? Everything, in seriousness, my selfishness or narcissism,  

19. DO YOU LIKE CATS OR DOGS BETTER? Cats are my favorites but dogs are cool

20. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SEASON? fall

21. ARE YOU IN A RELATIONSHIP? Never have been

22. WHAT IS SOMETHING YOU MISS FROM YOUR CHILDHOOD? NOT AS MUCH STRESS

23. WHO IS YOUR BEST FRIEND? Irl- my friend EJ. Online- @hallowiamshebsims

24. WHAT IS YOUR EYE COLOR? Green

25. WHAT IS YOUR HAIR COLOR? brown

26. WHO IS SOMEONE YOU LOVE? Read 23

27. WHO IS SOMEONE YOU TRUST? Read 23

28. WHO IS SOMEONE YOU THINK ABOUT OFTEN? Read 23

29. ARE YOU CURRENTLY EXCITED ABOUT/FOR SOMETHING? I don't remember the last time I was excited for something

30. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST OBSESSION? Writing I think

31. WHAT WAS YOUR FAVORITE TV SHOW AS A CHILD? Hannah Montana, Ned Declassified, Drake and Josh, Flapjack, Courage the Cowardly Dog, Chowder, Rugrats. I'm a true early Gen Z kid

32. WHO OF THE OPPOSITE GENDER CAN YOU TELL ANYTHING TO, IF ANYONE? My girl best friend, I dont tell him everything because i'm a secretive bitch

33. ARE YOU SUPERSTITIOUS? Nah

34. DO YOU HAVE ANY UNUSUAL PHOBIAS? Read 16

35. DO YOU PREFER TO BE IN FRONT OF THE CAMERA OR BEHIND IT? Both

36. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE HOBBY? Writing, reading, creating imaginary worlds to live in

37. WHAT WAS THE LAST BOOK YOU READ? I am almost done with History Is All You Left me by Adam Silvera and oh boy that book

38. WHAT WAS THE LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED? Paranorman: “You’re gonna love my boyfriend, he’s like a total chick flick nut.”

39. WHAT MUSICAL INSTRUMENTS DO YOU PLAY, IF ANY? N/A

40. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ANIMAL? Cats

41. WHAT ARE YOUR TOP 5 FAVORITE TUMBLR BLOGS THAT YOU FOLLOW? @hallowiamshebsims @simmerberlin @willowbomb @pollinationqueen @gunthermnch

42. WHAT SUPERPOWER DO YOU WISH YOU HAD? The ability to always have the money to pay for things

43. WHEN AND WHERE DO YOU FEEL MOST AT PEACE? My room probably

44. WHAT MAKES YOU SMILE? People falling down, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WJq4jWSQNd

45. WHAT SPORTS DO YOU PLAY, IF ANY? That’s cute

46. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE DRINK? Coffee

47. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU WROTE A HAND-WRITTEN LETTER OR NOTE TO SOMEBODY? I have two teachers that are really weird about phones and talking in class so we pass notes instead

48. ARE YOU AFRAID OF HEIGHTS? Nah

49. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST PET PEEVE? LOUD EATERS

50. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN TO A CONCERT? I went to a christian concert when I was like 5 so there's that

51. ARE YOU VEGAN/VEGETARIAN? Nope, I live in the south how do you expect me to not eat meat

52. WHEN YOU WERE LITTLE, WHAT DID YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GREW UP? Teacher since I live in the south and that's the only jobs beside retail or waitress in my town

53. WHAT FICTIONAL WORLD WOULD YOU LIKE TO LIVE IN? The Shadow World, but I wanna be a warlock, not a dumb shadowhunter lol

54. WHAT IS SOMETHING YOU WORRY ABOUT? Everything

55. ARE YOU SCARED OF THE DARK? I’m afraid of what's in the dark, which is a hard ass way to say yes

56. DO YOU LIKE TO SING? All the time but im tone deaf so its bad

57. HAVE YOU EVER SKIPPED SCHOOL? If I was sick, yeah. Other than that, I did twice. Once because I had a really bad panic attack right before the bus got to my house and I called my mom claiming I was really sick, and once a few weeks ago because my dog got sprayed by a skunk therefore making me smell like a skunk

58. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE PLACE ON THE PLANET? uhhhhhhh

59. WHERE WOULD YOU LIKE TO LIVE? New York City, LA, San Francisco, Toronto, Portland, London. Any big city to be honest

60. DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS? A dog and three cats

61. ARE YOU MORE OF AN EARLY BIRD OR A NIGHT OWL? Both. I sometimes stay up super late and sometimes i'm up really early. And if I can actually force myself out of bed I can get a lot done in either of those times

62. DO YOU LIKE SUNRISES OR SUNSETS BETTER? Sunrises

63. DO YOU KNOW HOW TO DRIVE? Yeah but im gay so its not good driving l

64. DO YOU PREFER EARBUDS OR HEADPHONES? Everything that wont break in a week

65. HAVE YOU EVER HAD BRACES? Nah

66. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE GENRE OF MUSIC? I don't really have a favorite, I listen to all kinds of stuff

67. WHO IS YOUR HERO? Uhhhhh, Deadpool, or Spiderman

68. DO YOU READ COMIC BOOKS? Nope

69. WHAT MAKES YOU THE MOST ANGRY? It takes a lot to make me angry but when im angry it's bad and I forget what i do when i was angry so i don't really know

70. DO YOU PREFER TO READ ON AN ELECTRONIC DEVICE OR WITH A REAL BOOK? Real

71. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SUBJECT IN SCHOOL? English and Creative Writing

72. DO YOU HAVE ANY SIBLINGS? Younger sister, younger step brother

73. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU BOUGHT? A starbucks coffee last night

74. HOW TALL ARE YOU? 5’7 or something

75. CAN YOU COOK? Depends on what i'm cooking

76. WHAT ARE THREE THINGS THAT YOU LOVE? Books, music, friends

77. WHAT ARE THREE THINGS THAT YOU HATE? Racists, homophobes, sexists- so basically most the people in my town (hell what am i kidding, this side of the Mason-Dixon line)

78. DO YOU HAVE MORE FEMALE FRIENDS OR MORE MALE FRIENDS? One of each

79. WHAT IS YOUR SEXUAL ORIENTATION? I am on the ace spectrum and I am panromantic

80. WHERE DO YOU CURRENTLY LIVE? ‘Merica the brave

81. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TEXTED? Sheb

82. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED? Like, yesterday

83. WHO IS YOUR FAVORITE YOUTUBER? CallMeKevin RTGame The Shane Dawson squad

84. DO YOU LIKE TO TAKE SELFIES? sometimes

85. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE APP?I guess this hell site

86. WHAT IS YOUR RELATIONSHIP WITH YOUR PARENT(S) LIKE?My mom and I are kinda close, i don't really talk to my dad much (even though I live with him half the week)

87. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE FOREIGN ACCENT? Aussie, British, Scottish, Irish… all of them

88. WHAT IS A PLACE THAT YOU’VE NEVER BEEN TO, BUT YOU WANT TO VISIT? Everywhere that’s not my state and the ones touching it

89. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE NUMBER? 23

90. CAN YOU JUGGLE? notta

91. ARE YOU RELIGIOUS? Yes, but not crazy religious. I just believe in fate and that there is some type of higher power

92. DO YOU FIND OUTER SPACE OF THE DEEP OCEAN TO BE MORE INTERESTING? Nasa bitch

93. DO YOU CONSIDER YOURSELF TO BE A DAREDEVIL? I have an issue with adrenaline. As in, although i am an anxious person with too much adrenaline anyways I like to do things that give me a rush of adrenaline

94. ARE YOU ALLERGIC TO ANYTHING? I can't have my eyes pierced because I'm allergic to metal in the sense of having it in my body

95. CAN YOU CURL YOUR TONGUE? Yep

96. CAN YOU WIGGLE YOUR EARS? Nope

97. HOW OFTEN DO YOU ADMIT THAT YOU WERE WRONG ABOUT SOMETHING? Next question

98. DO YOU PREFER THE FOREST OR THE BEACH? I mean netiehr, but i'm not a huge fan of sand

99. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE PIECE OF ADVICE THAT ANYONE HAS EVER GIVEN YOU? You’ve made it through your worst day before, you can do it again

100. ARE YOU A GOOD LIAR? I think so

101. WHAT IS YOUR HOGWARTS HOUSE? Sytherlin, not surprise

102. DO YOU TALK TO YOURSELF? I’m talking to myself right now

103. ARE YOU AN INTROVERT OR AN EXTROVERT? Introvert

104. DO YOU KEEP A JOURNAL/DIARY? Nah, my writing is kind alike my diary

105. DO YOU BELIEVE IN SECOND CHANCES? I give people too many chances

106. IF YOU FOUND A WALLET FULL OF MONEY ON THE GROUND, WHAT WOULD YOU DO? Check the ID, maybe take the money and leave it in a bush or something. I don’t know

107. DO YOU BELIEVE THAT PEOPLE ARE CAPABLE OF CHANGE? For sure

108. ARE YOU TICKLISH? Please don’t  tickle me

109. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN ON A PLANE? Nope

110. DO YOU HAVE ANY PIERCINGS? Read question 94

111. WHAT FICTIONAL CHARACTER DO YOU WISH WAS REAL? Alec Lightwood or Magnus Bane, but young Alec because I can't be friends with 27 year old Alec

112. DO YOU HAVE ANY TATTOOS? Scared of needles, remember?

113. WHAT IS THE BEST DECISION THAT YOU’VE MADE IN YOUR LIFE SO FAR? Doing things for me

114. DO YOU BELIEVE IN KARMA? YES

115. DO YOU WEAR GLASSES OR CONTACTS? Both

116. DO YOU WANT CHILDREN? Not really but if my future partner wants some i’d be open to talk about it

117. WHO IS THE SMARTEST PERSON YOU KNOW? My ex-best friend. I used to hate how she never had to try to get good grades or be good at things, she just was

118. WHAT IS YOUR MOST EMBARRASSING MEMORY? All my memories are embarrassing if you look close enough

119. HAVE YOU EVER PULLED AN ALL-NIGHTER? At least twice a month

120. WHAT COLOR ARE MOST OF YOU CLOTHES? Nutruels and black

121. DO YOU LIKE ADVENTURES? Sure

122. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN ON TV? I think I wa son the news once

123. HOW OLD ARE YOU? 17

124. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE QUOTE? I have a lot, “Words have the power to change us.” “perhaps it is because of time that we suffer.” “I remain a work in progress until I die.” “The thing you are most afraid to write, write that.” I could go on

125. DO YOU PREFER SWEET OR SAVORY FOODS? Sweet

[jjrwrenn]

ALL THE THINGS ✨

Since I’m a good sport, here it all is!

1. What is you middle name? Richard

2. How old are you? 22

3. What is your birthday? September 24

4. What is your zodiac sign? Libra

5. What is your favorite color? Cobalt

6. What’s your lucky number? I've always been partial to 12

7. Do you have any pets? Yes, a dog named Sheldon!

8. Where are you from? Massachusetts

9. How tall are you? 5' 11"

10. What shoe size are you? 10 1/2

11. How many pairs of shoes do you own? 5

12. What was your last dream about? Something about being chased by a goblin? I tried to punch it in my dream and punched a wall in real life instead.

13. What talents do you have? Good with math and computers, but those aren't really talents. Don't have much in the way of those.

14. Are you psychic in any way? Not at all

15. Favorite song? Hands down, Mr. Brightside

16. Favorite movie? The Lord of the Rings

17. Who would be your ideal partner? Someone I wouldn't get tired of talking with for hours on end

18. Do you want children? Eventually, I think

19. Do you want a church wedding? I'd rather get married in a courtroom first when I decide, to make it official as soon as possible. But after that, I'd want to have the church wedding, so others can celebrate it too.

20. Are you religious? Eh? No.

21. Have you ever been to the hospital? Multiple times

22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law? Never?

23. Have you ever met any celebrities? Does the Patriots's special teams coach count?

24. Baths or showers? Showers

25. What color socks are you wearing? None

26. Have you ever been famous? No

27. Would you like to be a big celebrity? No, because that'd imply I'd have to do something to be one and then I'd have to deal with what comes next

28. What type of music do you like? Teenage angst. Also EDM and alternative rock.

29. Have you ever been skinny dipping? No

30. How many pillows do you sleep with? At school, 1. At home, 3.

31. What position do you usually sleep in? Sleep on my right side.

32. How big is your house? Decent sized colonial

33. What do you typically have for breakfast? Nothing, or if I have something, cereal

34. Have you ever fired a gun? Just a BB gun

35. Have you ever tried archery? Yes. I suck.

36. Favorite clean word? Acrobatics

37. Favorite swear word? FUCK!

38. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep? A solid 60 hours Freshman year, I'd say, followed by me nearly passing out from low blood sugar

39. Do you have any scars? One on my forehead from when I was ~2 and slipped while climbing a rock. Lot's of blood, I'm told.

40. Have you ever had a secret admirer? If I did they never let me know.

41. Are you a good liar? Absolutely not.

42. Are you a good judge of character? No.

43. Can you do any other accents other than your own? No

44. Do you have a strong accent? No

45. What is your favorite accent? Australian

46. What is your personality type? My Myers-Briggs test says I'm INTP so basically that.

47. What is your most expensive piece of clothing? Probably my suit jacket?

48. Can you curl your tongue? No

49. Are you an innie or an outie? Innie

50. Left or right handed? Left

51. Are you scared of spiders? I'd don't like spiders, but I'm certainly not scared of them

52. Favorite food? Veal marsala

53. Favorite foreign food? Duck tongue (had that stuff in China)

54. Are you a clean or messy person? My body is clean, but everything I own flips between spotless and a dump.

55. Most used phrased? Goddammit.

56. Most used word? Like.

57. How long does it take for you to get ready? After I get out of the shower, probably 10 minutes

58. Do you have much of an ego? Not at all

59. Do you suck or bite lollipops? Suck

60. Do you talk to yourself? Under my breathe a tiny bit

61. Do you sing to yourself? In the shower only really.

62. Are you a good singer? Not at all

63. Biggest Fear? Fucking up in front of others

64. Are you a gossip? A topic of gossip? A sexuality is. A gossiper? No.

65. Best dramatic movie you’ve seen? Probably "A Silent Voice"

66. Do you like long or short hair? Both!

67. Can you name all 50 states of America? Yes

68. Favorite school subject? Math

69. Extrovert or Introvert? Introvert

70. Have you ever been scuba diving? No

71. What makes you nervous? New situations, talking

72. Are you scared of the dark? No

73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes? Too often

74. Are you ticklish? Very

75. Have you ever started a rumor? No

76. Have you ever been in a position of authority? No

77. Have you ever drank underage? Yeah

78. Have you ever done drugs? Smoke weed every day (more like once a month)

79. Who was your first real crush? A girl I shared some classes with in high school

80. How many piercings do you have? 0

81. Can you roll your Rs?“ No

82. How fast can you type? Decent speed

83. How fast can you run? Decently fast, but not for long

84. What color is your hair? Dirty blonde

85. What color is your eyes? Blue, a bit gray at times

86. What are you allergic to? Melons, apples, strawberries, penicillin, pollen

87. Do you keep a journal? No

88. What do your parents do? Controller and Point of Care Specialist

89. Do you like your age? It's alright

90. What makes you angry? Losing

91. Do you like your own name? Yes

92. Have you already thought of baby names, and if so what are they? No idea

93. Do you want a boy a girl for a child? I'm happy with either

94. What are you strengths? Math, computers, programming, see where someone is coming from when they say or do something

95. What are your weaknesses? All social skills. Sometimes give up too easily

96. How did you get your name? I was named after both of my grandfathers

97. Were your ancestors royalty? No

98. Do you have any scars? Already answered this, bitch

99. Color of your bedspread? Blue, with white stripes

100. Color of your room? A shitty off white