#gotta redye it though!!

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happy new year from your local gay puppy girl!

(she/it/pup)

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Made a cute picrew of myself

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tfw you take a selfie in a backyard punk gig toilet

he/him pwease

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stinky rat boy alert

make yourself or your oc with this and tag your friends!

Creator: @carr0tkake

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Therapy is Manly

Part two.

🧡 ~KiriBaku Fic~ ❤️

Summary: The happy ending to part one of this breakup/makeup fic! Many months later, Bakugou finally tries again. The link to the song that inspired me to write this whole thing is at the bottom. And here is a link to part one if you haven't read that yet. Enjoy!

Word Count: 4032

Warnings: cursing, very little angst, suggestive tones but nothing explicit

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10 months later…

No way. There is absolutely no fucking way that Bakugou’s going to let anyone lay a single finger on Kirishima if he’s there to help it. He understands Kirishima’s strength and knows he can take care of himself easily. But he also knows that Kirishima doesn’t have eyes in the back of his head. So when some dumbass villain decides it’s a brilliant idea to try and go for Red Riot’s back when he’s already busy with another villain, Dynamight’s eyes instantly lock onto his target before he’s charging and yelling at him and proceeds to blow the villain back a solid one hundred- ope no he’s still going- two hundred yards. Sure, he could’ve held back just a tad but that’s what the fucker gets so, oh well.

Kirishima‘s able to look over in the direction of the poor soul who’s knocked out in the next town over when he finally gets a hold of the villain in front of him, and his mouth hangs open as his eyes grow wide. “Damn… that was manly.”

The fight in the streets finally comes to a close and a random reporter tracks down the great up-and-coming hero, Dynamight, before he’s able to escape the scene. Kirishima can see Bakugou roll his eyes before he faces the reporter with an unamused look on his face. And just like the press, the smile that spreads across Kirishima’s face is unavoidable.

“Hey, Dynamight!” Kirishima feels nervous but he forces himself to walk up to Bakugou after the reporter disappears to go talk to another hero.

It’s been ten whole months since Kirishima last talked to his ex-boyfriend. Graduation was eight months ago, which was the last time he saw him in person. He thinks back to that happy day when the whole class was gathered in the yard in front of U.A., just freshly graduated, and two pairs of red eyes meet within the joyful chaos that was surrounding them. They didn’t look away, they held their gaze, and they smiled at each other. Graduation was a day of celebration, a day to feel hopeful about the future, and at that moment, they both felt a small spark of hope ignite for their future together.

Kirishima is brought back to the present when he looks at Bakugou’s arms, and he wonders if his muscles were that big before because damn… those look manly.

Bakugou hears the familiar, cheery voice call out to him and he instantly realizes that hearing that voice in person is a lot better than hearing it through his phone when he watches interviews of Red Riot. Yes, he realizes that he’s indulging in what he absolutely hates, but those interviews serve as necessary reminders of what he’s going to therapy for alright? He has found that they especially help right after a tough session when he’s feeling like shit.

The scowl on Bakugou’s face relaxes when Kirishima walks up next to him.

“Thanks again for the save back there! That was… really manly, even though you probably didn’t have to blast him that far!” Kirishima laughs a little awkwardly.

“Just be more careful next time, Eij- Shitty-Hair. And that asshole deserved it.”

“Whatever you say, man!” After a couple of tense and silent seconds pass by, Kirishima glances off to the side and his hand reaches up to rub the back of his neck. “Sooo… how have you been doing?”

Bakugou knows what he’s really asking him, and he wants to tell him. He wants to tell him everything, pour out all of the contents of his heart onto this gorgeous man standing in front of him, but there were still people around them. “Fan-fuckin-tastic.” Kirishima’s faint chuckle makes Bakugou’s heart stir. This opportunity was really being handed to him on a silver platter, wasn’t it? For a few weeks, he’s been thinking about reaching out to Kirishima but had no clue how to go about it. He wasn’t exactly comfortable with texting him out of the blue after so long but right here was a golden opportunity for him. So, in sheer fuck it fashion he gets straight to the point, “are you seeing anyone right now?”

Kirishima is taken aback by the sudden question. “Uh.. no. No, I’m not.” A few people have asked him out over the past ten months and he’s told them all no. Saying that he wasn’t exactly emotionally available at the moment. While Kirishima did in fact heal from what happened between him and his love so many months ago, he was still holding onto the hope of getting back together with him. Sure, he could have tried to go out on a couple of dates but it wouldn’t have been fair to the other person if he was just wishing he was with Bakugou the whole time.

Kirishima’s heartbeat starts to quicken. Why the hell did Bakugou ask him if he was seeing anyone? Was he finally ready? Was he going to ask him if he wanted to try again? Kirishima was holding his breath now, waiting for Bakugou to say something.

Bakugou keeps tapping his thumb on his thigh. What if Kirishima says no? What if he’s completely over him and realizes he doesn’t want him anymore? He shakes his head a little to get rid of the thoughts that are trying to poison his brain. Bakugou looks at Kirishima square in the eyes. “Do you want to come over to my place for dinner tonight?”

A wide, closed-lip smile spreads across Kirishima’s face and Bakugou wonders how a simple smile like that can be so full of light.

“I’d love to.”

Bakugou feels like screaming in victory, but of course, he keeps his cool. “Great. Seven o’clock. I’ll text you my address.”

“Okay!” Excitement sparkles in Kirishima’s eyes and Bakugou’s really starting to have trouble keeping calm.

“Okay.. see ya then.” Bakugou chews on the inside of his cheek. “Gotta blast-” and he did just that; stepping back and blasting up into the air… as well as immediately regretting those last two words. Gotta blast? GOTTA BLAST?! What the fuck?! When he lands on top of a building, the embarrassment fizzles out of his body, and instead, he feels so incredibly excited that he can’t help but scream at the top of his lungs. “FUCK YEAH!”

Apparently, Bakugou didn’t fly far enough away because Kirishima could clearly hear his mini-celebration off in the distance. His chest flutters and heat rises to his face as he lifts his hand to the back of his neck again and lets out an embarrassing little giggle.

Seven o’clock approaches way too fast but also way too slow at the same time. It’s really fucking weird how time passes when you’re incredibly anxious about something.

Bakugou is plating their dinner as Kirishima is riding the elevator to the top floor of the apartment complex. They’re both sweaty and feel like their hearts are about to burst out of their chest at any given moment, and Bakugou’s almost does when he hears a knock on his door. He takes a deep, centering breath through his nose before walking over to let Kirishima inside.

The door opens and both men look at each other.

Kirishima’s hair is a little longer than it was ten months ago, and with it down it just easily goes past his shoulders, and Bakugou can easily see the black roots that are starting to grow in. His shitty hair is really throwing Bakugou through a loop right now. He wants to run his hands through it and pul- nope, nope, no. Pure thoughts. Pure thoughts only. Then, suddenly, Bakugou is hyperaware of his presence because, holy shit, Kirishima is here, he’s here for Bakugou, at Bakugou’s apartment.

Kirishima on the other hand isn’t doing super swell either. He wasn’t prepared for the navy blue dress shirt and dark grey pants Bakugou is currently wearing and gets a small sense of embarrassment from only wearing jeans and a striped button-up. “Uh.. sorry I didn’t dress up more,” he smiles awkwardly.

Bakugou smirks and cocks his head. “You think I’m not used to the way you dress Shitty-Hair?” Kirishima hums a laugh. “It looks nice, by the way.”

Kirishima’s eyebrows lift slightly. “Huh? What does?”

“You hair. The length. Your roots growing in. I don’t know, it looks nice or whatever.”

“Oh! Thanks! I’m trying to grow it out longer actually! I think it would look badass if it was really long, especially if I go Unbreakable!” The embarrassment vanishes from Kirishima, and Bakugou relaxes as he steps aside to let Kirishima in. They continue to talk about his hair, about the roots being a pain to redye, Bakugou reminding Kirishima that he’s willing to help him with that process, and Kirishima being so relieved at the offer because it really was easier and faster with Bakugou’s help after all.

Dinner goes on just like that. Talking and laughing about anything and everything: from good days on patrol to not-so-good days on patrol, raises, promotions, where Kirishima lives now, health issues…

“I think the hearing in my right ear is going to shit.” Bakugou picks at the remnants of his food he’s trying to stuff down.

“Oh really? You should probably get that checked out.”

“Nah, I’ll be fine. It’s just a pain in the ass sometimes.”

“Katsuki.” It’s the first time Kirishima uses his first name after all this time and it comes out so naturally. Bakugou has a faint blush on his cheeks from hearing it.

“...Fine. Whatever.”

“No, not whatever. You should really call a doctor so it doesn’t get worse-” Kirishima is ready to go on a long rant about how one should take care of their body and listen to any signs of trouble.

But Bakugou cuts him off. “If I say I’ll call them tomorrow will you drop it?”

“-body is a templ- oh… Only if you promise!” Kirishima is surprised at how easy it was to convince him with something like this since he used to hate going to Recovery Girl’s office at U.A.

Bakugou rolls his eyes. “I promise. And if you’re gonna say shit like ‘your body is a temple,’’’ he says mockingly, “then eat all the damn veggies I made you.”

Kirishima pretends to look offended and lets out an overly dramatic scoff. “The audacity you have to assume that I wasn’t going to!” He then proceeds to shovel all of the steamed vegetables that are leftover on his plate (which was about ninety percent of what he had to begin with and was the only thing on his plate at this point) into his mouth. Bakugou chuckles as he shakes his head at him.

They then go on to talk about more hero stuff and soon they’re comparing how many people and kids have asked them for their autographs. Kirishima has two more than Bakugou and even though he hates any prolonged interactions with fans he’s still kind of pissed.

“What?! Bullshit!”

“Nope. Not bullshit. Maybe if you didn’t look so mean and yell at everyone then more people would ask for your autograph.” Kirishima gives him a smug look.

Bakugou scoffs and crosses his arms. A weird silence falls upon them. “I’m… I’m getting better at that, by the way.” Kirishima’s eyebrows raise.

“Oh? Really?”

“Yeah, really. I better be at least, or else I would’ve been wasting my damn money on my therapist.”

“Well, that’s good to hear.” Kirishima smiles at him. “Are you still going?”

Bakugou gets up from the table, gathers their dishes, then walks to the sink. Kirishima understands, it’s tough, talking about this stuff, but isn’t that why he’s here in the first place? Then again, it’s Bakugou talking here, so he’ll give him all the time he needs. What’re a few more minutes compared to almost a year anyway? He walks over to the sink next to Bakugou. “I wash, you dry?”

“Sure.”

And they do just that. Washing, drying, and putting away the dishes with nothing but the sound of running water and clinking of dishes filling the air. They’re comfortable next to each other.

Once they’re done, Kirishima looks at the clock on the stove. It’s starting to get late already. They were talking for so long that now they didn’t have much time to talk about… that. Kirishima loved how easy and normal it felt to talk to Bakugou again but he needs to address the more important topic here. He doesn’t want this to be just a random visit and then they go back to not talking for another long of period time. But he also doesn’t want Bakugou to feel like he’s pushing him too much if it’s still too early yet. “I should probably head out soon.”

Bakugou can hear the sadness in his voice even if it is barely there from Kirishima trying to hide it, but nevertheless, he recognizes that tone. “I’m still going.” He sees Kirishima perk up a little. “It’s just… fucking hard. Who knew I’d be so damn difficult to fix. I’m better, I think, at least that’s what my therapist says. Even my parents noticed.” They’re both leaning back against the countertop in the kitchen with Bakugou’s arms crossed and Kirishima’s forearms resting on the countertop. In his peripheral, Bakugou sees Kirishima looking at him intently. He chews on the inside of his cheek. “But I’m still... Or I still... You know.”

“Yeah, I get it. You still have your moments. I’m the same way.” Kirishima continues when Bakugou looks gives him a confused look. “I started going too… figured my self-esteem and sense of self-worth could use some help. And just like you said, I’m doing a lot better, but I’ll still have my moments. I’ll have this voice in the back of my head trying to make me doubt myself again. Or when I got that promotion at Fat Gum’s agency I started feeling a little guilty. Thought someone else probably deserved it more than me-”

“Tch, like who?”

Kirishima shrugs. “Anyone, really. I know, I know, it’s dumb, but I definitely don’t think that way now. And… I realize… back when we were together in school… I shouldn’t have let you off the hook so easy after the way you’d treat me. I was just afraid you would see me as weak if I were to get too upset over something you said and then you’d dump me because you’d realize you didn’t want to be with someone who was weak.”

“I could never see you as weak, Eijirou. You are one of the strongest people I know if not, the strongest. I could see the look on your face when I said those things to you and it terrified me. I thought that if I could make you out of all people feel like shit, then I really was a fucking terrible human being… I was scared of myself... And I was scared of what I was doing to you.”

Bakugou is looking directly into Kirishima’s eyes as he lets the words fall out of his mouth. He’s thought about what exactly he would say to Kirishima when they would talk about this. But what he’s saying now isn’t like any of the rehearsed lines he’s gone over multiple times in his head, he’s simply letting his heart speak for him. It was so easy too. With Kirishima talking about his thought process from back then first, it felt natural to follow his lead and open up about what he was thinking back then too.

Bakugou takes a deep breath. “I… I truly believe I’m better now, despite having the rare occasional outburst. But it’s not almost every single day that I’ll lash out at people. I’m still me, but I’ve gotten better at apologizing, learning after I make a mistake, and not being so fucking stubborn all the time. So… I know that this time, I’ll be able to love you the right way. The way you deserve to be loved.”

Kirishima swallows the lump in his throat that’s starting to form. He’s so fucking proud of Bakugou and he’s even proud of his own progress he’s made. Kirishima can see the determination on Bakugou’s face.

Bakugou shifts a little to face him more as he looks up at him. “Eijirou… If you want to and if you’re a hundred percent sure about it… I want to try this again. Try us again. I can’t promise I won’t mess up from time to time but I can promise that I’ll never call you useless again. Fuck, I’m still sorry about that. I regretted it the second it came out of my mouth, I don’t know why-”

“Katsuki.” Bakugou stops his rambling when Kirishima touches his shoulder. “I forgive you.”

Bakugou’s shoulders relax from the tension that was building up from remembering his mistake that caused everything to go down the way it did.

Kirishima continues to speak. “And, yes, I want to try again too.” Kirishima can actually see Bakugou’s face light up and it’s the cutest damn thing to him and he really wants to kiss him right now.

“You’re a hundred percent sure?”

“Yes, a hundred percent. I want it more than anything in the world. I want you back in my life.”

A hint of worry falls back onto Bakugou’s face. “I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t the least bit scared. I don’t want to hurt you again.”

“Katsuki. I’m not made of glass bones and paper skin. I can handle a slip-up from time to time, okay? And I promise that I’ll be better at holding you more accountable.”

“Punch me in the fucking face if you have to.”

“Um, no. I’d rather not end up like that villain today when you blasted him into next week.”

Bakugou laughs proudly at the mention of the scum bag that tried to hurt his beloved earlier that day.

Kirishima smiles back at Bakugou and pulls him in for a hug. He really can’t help himself, he needs to touch him again.

Their hug starts off light but it quickly morphs into the type of embrace that makes them grasp onto each other like a lifeline. Kirishima’s arms are wrapped around Bakugou’s neck as his face is buried into the side of his hair. Bakugou is squeezing Kirishima’s torso and his face is digging into his shoulder. They breathe in each other’s scents. The hug and the nostalgic smell of each other are immensely relieving. This is where they belong. Together. In each other’s arms. And it feels like home.

For a while, they stay like this. Simply enjoying every second of being physically and emotionally connected again.

“I missed you so fucking much,” Bakugou breathes out against Kirishima’s shoulder.

Kirishima wants to talk but his throat is starting to burn and his lips are wobbling, so he just nods first to collect himself before replying, “I missed you too.”

Bakugou squeezes him even tighter. “It’ll be better this time, I promise. I fucking swear, okay Eijirou?” He lifts his head to look into Krishima’s glistening eyes.

Kirishima nods again and lets out a shaky, “okay.”

“And I’m never letting you go, ever again…” Bakugou glances off to the side with a look of guilt and pain, “cause that was fucking terrible.”

“Yeah…” Kirishima takes a deep breath, blinks back the tears that almost spilled out of his eyes, and swallows the lump in his throat. “Longest ten months of my life.” He can see the look of shame fall heavier in Bakugou’s eyes. “But, we both needed it. So… thank you for being strong enough to let us go so we could work on ourselves for a bit.” Bakugou still doesn’t look as relaxed as Kirishima wants him to be, so he places a hand on the side of Bakugou’s face and it makes him look directly at Kirishima. “It still might be difficult from time to time, but growing together is just as important too.” Kirishima softly smiles down at the man he would do anything for.

A blush grows quickly on Bakugou’s cheeks as his eyebrows finally relax. He’s transfixed by the way Kirishima is looking at him so he can only answer with a simple nod. And Kirishima must have a vendetta against him because this gorgeous fucker makes his brain malfunction even more by leaning down to lightly press his lips against Bakugou’s. If butterflies were fluttering in his stomach before, then they were setting off explosions now.

It feels like their first kiss all over again. How is that possible? Neither of them know, but neither of them question it. Instead, they relish in the familiar touch of the other’s lips against their own and they both gain a sense of confidence that they’re going to be just fine.

Once they separate, they slowly open their eyes before pressing their foreheads together. A moment of peaceful silence falls upon them.

In the softest voice he can manage, as if any other tone would ruin the moment between them, Kirishima reluctantly utters, “it’s getting a little late… you want to meet up again tomorrow?” Bakugou affirms him with a nod before letting go and walking him to the door. Kirishima puts a hand on Bakugou’s hip and they exchange one more sweet peck. And then Kirishima gets a smug look on his face.

“Well, gotta blast, Katsuki!” Kirishima waves as he walks out the door.

“Oh my god, shut up!” Bakugou slams the door loud enough that it most likely annoys some of his neighbors.

Kirishima laughs and is about to walk away when he hears the door reopen along with a faint, “Oi.” He turns his head to gaze upon a red-faced Bakugou.

“....I love you, Eijirou.” Bakugou worries that he said it too grumbly before Kirishima instantly blinds him with one of his signature toothy grins.

“I love you too, Katsuki!” No one, absolutely no one, can compete with the amount of happiness Kirishima is full of now. The love of his life, declaring his love for him once again, sparks so much joy in Kirishima’s heart, he’s tempted to go on the roof of a building to scream, FUCK YEAH!

Bakugou allows a little smile to slip on his face and he closes the door once more. The smile grows even wider as he leans back against his door, and that’s when he feels it again: the magnetic force that’s pulling him to his favorite person in the entire world. And for the second time today he thinks, “fuck it,” swings his door open yet again, and marches right over to the redhead before he can reach the stairs.

Kirishima turns around in part surprise and part worry, and he’s about to question Bakugou until his hand is being snatched up and he’s being pulled into the apartment. “Uh- Ka-Kats- I’d love to stay longer but I have to wake up early tomorrow.” He might be protesting but he easily follows Bakugou’s lead as they cross the threshold of the door and Kirishima lets himself be pushed against the wall.

“So stay over.” Simple as that right? Bakugou thinks so at least. He intertwines both his hands into Kirishima’s and stares daringly into his eyes. It’s Kirishima’s turn to be flustered and Bakugou is pleased.

“But my stuff- uh- my hero costume is back at my apartment.” Kirishima’s heart is hammering in his chest as excitement starts filling in the pit of his stomach.

Bakugou tilts his head and smirks. “Then I’ll just go get it for you if your ass can’t get up early enough.”

Kirishima quirks an eyebrow. Okay, two can play at this game. “Hmm.. that’s if your ass is even able to move at all tomorrow morning,” Kirishima smirks back down at Bakugou before he grabs the back of his head and crashes their lips together in a heated kiss.

And what those two men, who were so deeply in love with each other, do for the rest of the evening... is classified information.

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I hope you liked the ending! This was the longest fic I’ve ever written and I’m actually quite proud of it. Thank you so much for reading! 🙏🏻

The song that inspired me to write this fic > 🎶🎶

Also…… if you caught that Sponegbob reference… I love you. I wrote it as a joke but ended up keeping it hehehe.

[kbstories]

impression//expression

“It’s not like Kirishima had come all this way to U.A. to immediately break the promise he made to himself upon arrival.

It’s just that Bakugou is as feral as they come, and the moment Kirishima recognizes it’s fear he felt crawling up his spine that day, he makes it his personal mission to face it head-on until it’s gone.”

(Or: Being friends with Bakugou Katsuki is anything but a linear experience. Kirishima Eijirou would have it no other way.)

Tags: Kirishima POV, Developing Friendships, Domestic Fluff, Bakusquad, An Extended Scene About The Joys And Pains of Dyeing Hair

Chapter 1. Chapter 2. Chapter 3. Chapter 4. Chapter 5. Chapter 6. No additional content warnings apply. Chapter 8. Chapter 9.

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You have added Best Bakubro 💣💥!

You have changed the name from “⚡💖⛰️🎸📼” to “⚡💖💣⛰️🎸📼”!

hehehe we’re all set (sent 12:10)

welcome baku!! 💪🏻 (sent 12:10)

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God 💡: 👀 (received 12:11)

Simply Mina: 👀👀 (received 12:11)

MT Tape: 👀 (received 12:11)

Best Bakubro 💣💥: shitty hair (received 12:13)

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you promised!!! (sent 12:13)

no take backs 👀 (sent 12:13)

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Best Bakubro 💣💥: fuck (received 12:13)

Best Bakubro 💣💥: okay two things (received 12:13)

Best Bakubro 💣💥: one i’m muting this so @ me or fuck off (received 12:14)

Best Bakubro 💣💥: two give me your names (received 12:14)

God 💡: wait srsly?? (received 12:15)

God 💡: c’mon bro it’s been months :( (received 12:15)

Simply Mina: yea wth blasty that’s so cold :(( (received 12:15)

MT Tape: answer the people explosion man @Best Bakubro 💣💥 (received 12:17)

Best Bakubro 💣💥: fine you’re staying random numbers then (received 12:18)

God 💡: OH (received 12:18)

God 💡: kaminari denki here!! (received 12:18)

MT Tape: this is sero 🙏🏻 (received 12:18)

Simply Mina: mina!!! (received 12:19)

Simply Mina: @Guitar Hero is kyoka 💖 (received 12:19)

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Best Bakubro 💣💥

who? (received 12:19)

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jirou!! (sent 12:19)

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🔌 (sent 12:20)

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ah (received 12:20)

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Best Bakubro 💣💥: k (received 12:20)

God 💡: anyways (received 12:22)

God 💡: this is the best day of my life (received 12:22)

Best Bakubro 💣💥: shut it jolteon (received 12:22)

God 💡: dude i didn’t even @ u asdfkjsfk (received 12:22)

God 💡: wait omg is that an upgrade?? (received 12:23)

God 💡: did i get upgraded from pikachu to jolteon omg omg (received 12:23)

MT Tape: DIBS ON UMBREON (received 12:23)

MT Tape: we’re picking eeveelutions right? (received 12:23)

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!!!! pls pls flareon pls!!! (sent 12:24)

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Simply Mina: espeon or sylveon (received 12:24)

Simply Mina: espeon or sylveon??? (received 12:25)

Simply Mina: GUYS (received 12:25)

Best Bakubro 💣💥: this is a nightmare (received 12:25)

Best Bakubro 💣💥: and wtf espeon of course (received 12:26)

Best Bakubro 💣💥: better stats and none of that affection shit (received 12:26)

Simply Mina: the council has spoken (received 12:26)

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what about flareon??? (sent 12:27)

plsplspls (sent 12:27)

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Best Bakubro 💣💥: kirishima (received 12:27)

Best Bakubro 💣💥: it’s red. (received 12:28)

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HELL YEAH ❤️ (sent 12:28)

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Guitar Hero: hi what the HELL are you guys spamming about (received 12:30)

Guitar Hero: oh hey bakugou (received 12:30)

Best Bakubro 💣💥: plugs you’re glaceon (received 12:31)

Guitar Hero: i’m cool with that (received 12:31)

Best Bakubro 💣💥: good (received 12:31)

MT Tape: ok kiri i think i get it now (received 12:34)

MT Tape: putting every decision thru the baku filter is so much more fun (received 12:34)

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right??? (sent 12:34)

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Best Bakubro 💣💥: don’t fucking start (received 12:35)

Simply Mina: too late <3 (received 12:35)

God 💡: our trap card activated the moment you stepped into this chat man (received 12:36)

MT Tape: Bakugou Katsuki has been designated Chief Executive Brain (CEB) of the squad, effective immediately. (received 12:36)

Best Bakubro 💣💥: i’m leaving (received 12:37)

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:( (sent 12:37)

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MT Tape: … 👀 (received 12:40)

MT Tape: he ain’t leaving huh? (received 12:44)

God 💡: kiri’s puppy eyes once again confirmed as world’s strongest force (received 12:45)

Simply Mina: it��s kiri so we’re all safe tho <3 (received 12:45)

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<3 (sent 12:45)

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Best Bakubro 💣💥: for the record i hate all of you (received 12:46)

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Simply Mina: hey hey blasty (received 14:48)

Simply Mina: which eeveelution are you? (received 14:48)

Simply Mina: @Best Bakubro 💣💥 (received 14:50)

God 💡: 👀👀 (received 14:50)

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👀 (sent 14:50)

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MT Tape: 👀 (received 14:51)

Guitar Hero: ^ what they said (received 14:53)

Best Bakubro 💣💥: eevee, duh (received 14:56)

Best Bakubro 💣💥: i don’t need a type advantage to win (received 14:56)

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😭 bro so manly (sent 14:56)

also (sent 14:57)

You have changed the name from “⚡💖💣⛰️🎸📼” to “🦊 Eevee Squad 🦊”!

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Best Bakubro 💣💥: fucking fantastic. can we shut up now? (received 15:00)

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Best Bakubro 💣💥

see? told u it’s fun 💪🏻 (sent 15:01)

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i guess (received 15:02)

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like i said u can just ignore the chat if ur not feeling it (sent 15:10)

they’re cool, they won’t mind (sent 15:10)

+ i’ll text u stuff directly if it’s important (sent 15:12)

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kiri (received 15:12)

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ok ok hhh just saying (sent 15:12)

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i know (received 15:13)

you got that shit for ectoplasm yet? (received 15:17)

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ummm (sent 15:17)

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fucking knew it (received 15:17)

you coming or what? (received 15:22)

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!!! o7 (sent 15:22)

*

Bakugou is staring.

Eyes on the page, Kirishima tries to focus on the function he’s been struggling to get for fifteen minutes now. Something about tangents and right angles? No, cotangents, which is different from a non-cotangent tangent because–

Bakugou has stopped writing a while ago, the fabric-covered pen resting loosely in his hand, his head propped up on a fist.

–the cosine does… something with the sine of X. Division? Maybe? X pops up in a bunch of places, actually, and Kirishima longs for the days math still featured numbers and not whatever nonsense this cos-sin-tan stuff is–

Bakugou is staring right at him, has been for ages now and Kirishima can’t help it. He looks up, only to catch Bakugou looking away, and huffs a nervous chuckle.

“Bro, c’mon. What’s up? Is there something on my face ‘cause you’ve been–”

“It’s black.” There’s a pensive twist to Bakugou’s brow. He breezes through the part of the problem Kirishima’s stuck on like it’s nothing, scribbled down in permanent ink like the monster he is. “Your natural haircolor. It’s black, right?”

“Uh, yeah?”

Kirishima picks his head up from where he’s slumped across Bakugou’s desk, the bean bag he’s sitting on shifting under his butt. Since when does Bakugou care about his hair? It hasn’t been black for over a year, anyways, so what does that have to do with…

“Wait, why do you–”

Bakugou’s eyes wander back to him, landing on Kirishima’s hair for barely a second but it’s enough. With a mortified noise, Kirishima slaps both his hands over his forehead – or more specifically, his roots.

Because Kirishima completely forgot he’s overdue on a redye for a good week and styled his hair as he usually does: gel evenly spread into carefully towel-dried strands, quirk on until it dries, done. He hadn’t looked into a mirror before heading to class or he would’ve seen his tips straying from cherry red to berry pink.

And that jet-black line where it’s growing back out. The roots that are the bane of Kirishima’s existence and that Bakugou saw.

Kirishima groans, curling into himself until his head hits wood with a dull donk. “How bad is it? Don’t spare me, bro, I need to know.”

That rhymes, the part of his brain not burning in the hellfire of shame chimes in. Kirishima firmly tells it to shut up.

“Your hair?”, Bakugou asks from an unknown realm beyond the bit of desk Kirishima’s staring at, a beat late. Probably to treat him to a glare he can’t see.

Kirishima rubs his forehead across his math homework in a miserable nod.

“It’s not more or less shitty than usual, Shitty Hair.” Bakugou scoffs. “What’s the big deal?”

“Oh, nothing”, Kirishima shrugs, his voice a fake-cheerful mumble, “Just that I’ve been walking around like this all day. A whole ass day. Kill me, now.”

“Nah. Wasn’t the idea to ‘die like a man in chivalrous battle’?”

Kirishima shoots him a dirty look. Bakugou doesn’t even bat an eye; he flashes his teeth in a bright smile and knocks his fists against each other, whispering “manly” under his breath and okay, why does Bakugou have to be good at everything, including impersonating Kirishima?

“I hate you”, grumbles Kirishima. Bakugou breaks character to cackle, only stopping after Kirishima balls up his pitiful attempt at math to throw it at his head. Bull’s eye, right on the forehead.

“Oi! That’s your homework, moron.”

“You started it”, Kirishima points at him with his pencil. His notepad is pulled closer with a deep, long sigh. “Now I gotta do this stuff again and stress about my hair. Amazing.”

Ah, the God-help-me eyeroll. It’s been a while. “Just go fucking dye it and come back if it bothers you so much. Can’t be that hard.”

“Says the blond guy”, Kirishima huffs. “Dude, do you even know how long getting rid of this” – a gesture to his roots – “takes? Black hair is a pain to bleach. Literally.”

Bakugou considers his hair with a frown. “…How long are we talking here? Like, an hour?”

A laugh, louder than Kirishima intends. “Try three. Sometimes more, it depends.”

“Three hours?!”

“Or more.”

A little smug, Kirishima watches disbelief bloom on Bakugou’s face. When it comes to this, destroying the innocence of the uninitiated is the only joy he’s got. There’s really nothing fun about sitting through those hours every six weeks, give or take – just plain, boring routine. At least he isn’t anxious about making mistakes anymore, not like his first few times.

It’s definitely worth it, though. Kirishima loves his red hair.

“And it, what. It hurts?”

Bakugou is still processing it seems, a hand going to his own hair. (It looks so soft, that even light color Kirishima has envied since the beginning of time. Such a nice base for any type of dye, especially bright ones or pastels.)

Kirishima scrunches his nose. “The developer does, yeah. Anything over 9% makes your scalp burn like crazy so I stick to 9% and do multiple rounds. I can’t go light enough for the red I want, otherwise.”

“And then the dye?”

“Then you dye it, yeah. Roots first, then the lengths in small strands, let it sit for twenty more minutes or so, rinse it out and then you’re done.”

It’s weird to explain things that have become totally obvious to him step by step, but Bakugou looks strangely fascinated by what he’s hearing. He does likes things to be more complicated than simple in basically any regard, Kirishima muses with a private snicker. Perhaps it’s not that surprising, after all.

“I use pure red on everything but you can mix colors, too, there’s a whole science behind that. And if you decide ‘Hey, I haven’t suffered enough!’, you can do individual highlights as well. But that’s a production all in itself! Ask Kami, he does some wild things to get that lightning bolt just right.”

Bakugou slowly shakes his head. “You people are crazy. That can’t be worth it.” He squints at Kirishima, hums to himself and starts nodding, instead. Vaguely terrified of what’s brewing in that brain of his, Kirishima waits for him to finish thinking.

“Let’s do it.”

There it is, a suitably terrible idea. Also: What?

“Color or highlights?” Kirishima sputters. “Wait, you or me? Bro, I can live with my own mistakes but dyeing your hair is too much pressure. Like, I’ll do it if you really want me to but, um–”

“Color. And you, obviously. Who of us is freaking out about hair, huh? Sure as fuck ain’t me.”

I’m not freaking out about it, Kirishima wants to say. Okay, he had been freaking out a little. Maybe. Not anymore, not with the mental image of Bakugou with Riot-red hair sort of making his braincells implode.

It’s impossible to imagine. Kirishima tries to anyways, fails, shakes his head. Focus!

“But…”

He draws a blank. Actually, Bakugou helping him with his hair does sound kind of fun. Until his patience inevitably runs out and he explodes the pot of dye, or something. Which could be hilarious, too.

“…Homework?”

(Not that he particularly wants to go back to puzzling over non-tangent cotangents – Ectoplasm always seems to know when he didn’t do the thing, though, and Kirishima hates disappointing his teachers more than he does the variable X.)

Bakugou sparks off in his direction. “We got three hours. 'nuff said.” He snatches up the math book they were sharing, Kirishima’s notepad and even the pencil out of his hand, and is out the room before Kirishima has fully registered they’re doing this.

“Shitty Hair!”

Kirishima jumps to his feet.

“Coming!”

*

“This is so damn messy. How’s your bathroom not stained to hell already?”

Coming up on their third round over his bathroom sink, Kirishima feels little sleepy as he blinks up at Bakugou. That expression of intense concentration hasn’t budged all three rounds, Bakugou’s hands steady yet gentle where they’re starting to dab red dye over freshly bleached roots.

There’s a dot of crimson on his cheek already. After forcing gloves on Bakugou and explaining to him how red pigment is the hardest to wash out – on clothes, skin, hair, wherever it lands – Kirishima isn’t inclined to point it out to him just yet.

“I asked admin about it. They said everything in our rooms is practically indestructible, including the sinks.”

“Huh.”

“Yeah, right? They thought of everything, it seems.”

Bakugou continues. Kirishima dozes.

“Your hair is dry as fuck, by the way.”

Kirishima shrugs with his eyes closed, following the nudge to turn his head so Bakugou can get to the back. This is so much more comfortable than doing it by himself.

“Can’t be helped, man. The dye by itself is fine, actually, it’s the bleach that’s causes most of the damage. Oh well, with the gel it’s hard as concrete, anyways.”

“Mhmm. You’ll go bald by the time we’re outta here.”

“Hey!”

“Bald Hero: Red Riot”, Bakugou muses out loud, easily evading the kick Kirishima blindly aims at his shin. “Stop it, you’re gonna fuck up my hard work here.”

He’s smiling though, Kirishima can tell. It’s all in his voice, roughness replaced by warmth when it’s the two of them in Kirishima’s tiny bathroom.

“Stop dissing my hair, then. Besides, I know your secret.”

This Kirishima wants to see. He opens one eye and yup, Bakugou’s brows are doing the thing where they twitch and pull together. Not exactly a frown, more caught off guard than anything. Bakugou’s lips press shut, stubbornly silent as he brushes dye on every inch of Kirishima's hair.

Then: “I’m done. What am I s’posed to do with this shit?”

Kirishima glances at the pot Bakugou holds out to him. There’s still some of the thick liquid left.

“Just pour it on top. Can’t hurt and it’s better than throwing it away.”

Bakugou does exactly that. He tosses the empty pot and the thoroughly stained brush into the sink. Kirishima helps him wrap his hair in cellophane and a towel to reduce the possible mess, relocating to the closed lid of his toilet so Bakugou can take off the gloves and wash his hands.

“Okay, I’ll fucking bite. What secret?”

Lingering on the tension between them, Kirishima grins with all the confidence in the world. “That you like my hair.”

Bakugou barks a laugh. “After I went all Van Gogh on it? You better believe it’s good.”

“Nope, I mean before that”, Kirishima challenges.

“Proof?”, Bakugou shoots back without hesitation.

“Oh, I can give you proof.” Kirishima’s arms cross over the ratty shirt he always wears for this, its fabric dotted and streaked in interlacing shades of red. “One, it’s the first thing you noticed about me, hence ‘Shitty Hair’. Two, you were distracted by my roots growing in so you pay attention to how it looks–”

“I don’t–”

“–and three, you just spent hours dyeing it for me.”

Bakugou’s mouth snaps shut. He growls in his throat, grabbing an additional towel and drying his hands. Kirishima wasn’t aware those are actions that can be done aggressively but hey, he’s learning something new every day.

“Maybe”, Bakugou finally concedes. The towel is thrown in Kirishima’s face when all he does is smile. “Shut up.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

Bakugou’s cheeks are dusted pink. Still, Kirishima shows the guy some mercy: Bakugou spent all afternoon fixing both his hair and his math homework, after all.

“Hey, Baku?”

“… What?”

“Thanks, man. You’re a good friend, you know that?”

Somehow, that makes Bakugou look even more flustered. “Whatever, Shitty Hair.”

Because Bakugou is Bakugou, namely a man who doesn’t know when or how to quit, he sticks around until Kirishima can rinse out the dye. He emerges from the shower feeling fully restored, a towel wrapped around his waist and his shirt draped over his shoulder.

“And that’s how you do it.”

Bakugou throws him a look from his sprawl on Kirishima’s bed, manga in hand. His gaze flicks to his hair immediately; his lips twist upwards, obviously satisfied.

“Told ya, it ain’t hard.”

Kirishima chuckles, shakes his head. “You’re so full of shit, dude.”

Now that the hair situation is under control for a few weeks, he realizes how hungry he is. The evening has barely begun, too, which means there’s time for a movie before Bakugou’s ridiculous sleep schedule comes a-knocking, either taking him out or making him cranky. Each scenario has about a fifty-fifty chance of happening.

“Hey, you wanna–”

Out of nowhere, his door bursts open to reveal one Kaminari Denki, out of breath and clutching a very familiar book to his chest.

“Kiri! Please tell me you guys figured out the–”

His eyes fall first on the splattered shirt on Kirishima’s shoulder, the trails of watery red dripping from his hair to his naked chest – and then on Bakugou, hands stained a faint red despite the gloves, that smear of color on his cheek Kirishima forgot to tell him about still very much there.

“Is that blood? What happened? Oh my–” Kaminari gasps. “Did you kill somebody?! Oh fuck, we have to hide the bo–”

“Kami”, Kirishima tries between bouts of laughter, “No, what the hell!”

A familiar cackle behind him does absolutely nothing to help their case.

>>Chapter 8.

[hongism]

Hey~ okie, so, can I please get angst, 1 & 5 with Seonghwa please? It doesn’t have to have a fluff ending, I’ll let you decide it dodjdjdjdj [[also, I’m gonna send another request for Woo now, I hope that’s okie]]

eek sldkfjskdlfj angst is my lifeblood tbh i love it so much it's the best yeehaw i love angst but i tried to add a bit of fluff in there bc i didn't want to have a bombardment of angst (tho i tend to do that a lot whOOPS) n e wayz thank you for sending in the requests!

reEEE can yOU heAr mE sCREAMING abouT SEoNGHWA?!

#1: "I can't do anything right."

#5: "Wake up! Please wake up!"

...

Fear

The rain bustles around you, storming down on your shoulders and making it nearly impossible to see the path before you. It's dark, too dark for certain, and you would normally not be out at this time. You would never be out at this time because of the storm -- thunderstorms like these terrify you. Yet, you have to be out right now. Seonghwa is gone, missing, and no one knows where he is. You want to find him. Have to, need to.

You almost pull your phone out again to try to call Seonghwa, but the rain stops you. With the torrent around you, there's no way your phone would survive the rain.

"Seonghwa? Seonghwa!" You stumble forward. The rain sticks to you, clothes feeling like your second skin. Your foot catches on a rock, and you fall forward, hitting the concrete harshly. It burns, stings, bite at your skin through your clothes.

"Wake up! Please wake up!" You jolt, and your whole body trembles as you sit up straight. Cold greets you immediately, along with a startled shoot passing through your lips, and your fingers grip the sheets below you so hard that you feels your nails bites the skin of your palm. "Y/N!" It takes a moment, but the voice sinks in and you slowly recognize it to be Seonghwa. The realization elicits a small gasp from your lips.

"Seonghwa! Seonghwa, oh my god, Seonghwa." You throw your body against him, face hitting his chest with quite a bit of force, but Seonghwa catches hold of you nonetheless. He pulls you flush against him.

"Y/N, are you alright? You were thrashing and screaming in your sleep. I couldn't wake you up. You had me really worried." You can't bring yourself to reply at first. The shock is still too fresh in your veins, and you can't think of anything other than the nightmare you just lived. "Baby, talk to me please. Are you alright? What's wrong?"

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm sorry. I love you, I love you so much," you ramble, breath coming out in fast huffs. Seonghwa shushes you by running a hand over your hair.

"I love you too, I love you so much. Why are you apologizing? You have nothing to be sorry for. Nothing at all, okay?" Seonghwa combs his fingers through your hair, fingertips brushing your scalp. "It's okay, Y/N, I promise. I'm here, it's okay."

"I couldn't find you. I kept looking and looking but never found you. I wasn't able to find you."

"Shh, shh, Y/N. It's okay. It was just a dream. I know it was a bad one, I know it felt real, but it wasn't. It wasn't real. I'm real. I'm here, okay? Just focus on me right now."

"Can I do anything right, Hwa? It doesn't feel like I can. I can't do anything right."

"That's not true, Y/N. Not at all. I promise, okay?"

The words go in one ear and out the other, you can't fully digest what Seonghwa is telling you even though you truly want to. Something in your mind was triggered by the nightmare, and it tells you the same things over and over again until you voice the words out loud to Seonghwa.

"I'm not good enough, am I?"

"No, no, no. That's not true. Listen to me, Y/N, listen, okay? You're perfect. Wonderful, brilliant, and perfect. Oh so perfect to me. You are more than enough, and you always will be. You should never have to worry about that, ever. I promise."

Seonghwa lands a kiss on your hairline then shifts to place a trail of kisses down the side of your face. He pauses at your lips, eyes finding yours and staring into them intently for a moment.

"You're more than enough," he whispers.

Your lips meet in a soft kiss, one that shows you the emotion behind it. You let him push you back and bring your back to the mattress again. Seonghwa hovers over you but keeps his mouth against yours, only pulling away when you start to run out of breath.

"Let me show you how perfect you are."

...

a/n: okie okie i gotta go redye my hair so i’ll be posting more later tonight!

[dads-back-from-the-store]

hmm. it's okay, so just tell me a bit about yourself, and you can ask me questions i guess -✤

well 

I overthink a lot 

I’m an Idiot wow look at me go 👏👏👏 I literally have no idea what I’m doing

tumblr is my safe space

I have a cat named katie and I love her she’s insane but I love her i love hamilton

uhh I really like music even though I don’t listen to it all the time I really do vibe to music 😔🙏🙏😔😔🙏🙏🙏

I literally love this stupid website

I really like comedians like bo burnham, john mulaney, etc

I like cavetown a lot 

I have adhd 

I live in America 

I have hair with a very very faded green tint (I gotta redye it lol)

I love horror a lot actually

gay ships are just mwa 😔❤️👌

idk I know this is a lot of useless information but this is what I could think of a a

here are some questions I have for you though!! how are you currently feeling?

when was the last time you ate? do you feel hungry? if so please go eat!!!

what’s one of your interests that some other people may find weird?

do you/did you have a song stuck in your head? if you do/did, what is/was it?? whats your favorite aesthetic/aesthetics??

hope you have a nice night/day/afternoon/evening!!

[butcanijustnot]

Another Get to Know Me Tag

I’m procrastinating like a motherfucker right now because I’ve got ToTL and other fanfics to work on and three essays I’ve gotta write for school and my brain is just going ‘No! None of that! Something else!’ so I’m doing a tag challenge to get my head back in the game.  

I wasn’t tagged by anyone, I just felt like doing it.  I’ll tag @idontgiveaflyinggrayson69  because I thought you might like this but no pressure because it's a long one and IDK if you’d want to answer it all. 

1. What is your full name?

I don’t give my name out online, but my online name is Crystal. If I had to pick a last name for my online persona, I’d probably pick Kyle or Celestial. Both of them are equally stupid and ridiculous, but they're last names of some of my favorite OC’s throughout the years and I’d love to have either one.

2. What is your nickname?

Cry. My partner says its morbid but I think its cute. I also like Criss but for the love of god, please don't call me Crissy (or Crissie or however the hell you want to spell it) because it makes me feel like a five-year-old or a pet dog.  

3. What is your zodiac sign?  

Sagittarius. 

4. What is your favorite book series?

A Series Of Unfortunate Events by Lemony Snicket. I could name every reason why I liked it in painful detail but I’m just going to go with ‘Lemony Snicket wrote them really well’

5. Do you believe in aliens or ghosts?

I believe in aliens and I don’t NOT believe in ghosts. I’m not one of those people who think that aliens walk amongst us or even that aliens have ever visited earth but there are too many planets and possible combination of planetary environments for us to believe we are alone in the universe. 

6. Who is your favorite author?

Either Tiu T or Lemony Snicket.

7. What is your favorite radio station?

Don't have one. I don’t listen to a lot of radio because it requires A) a radio or B) a car. I have neither. 

8. What is your favorite flavor of anything?

Strawberry. I freakin LOVE strawberry.

9. What word would you use often to describe something great or wonderful?

Valid. Beautiful. Awe-inspiring. Pure. Rad. I have a lot of positive words. 

10. What is your current favorite song?

The soundtrack to Spiderman: Into The Spiderverse. I thought I was over it by now. I was wrong.

11. What is your favorite word?

Omnipotence. 

12. What was the last song you listened to?

Castle On the Hill by Ed Sheran.

13. What TV show would you recommend for everybody to watch?

Brooklyn Nine-Nine. Digestible funny humor, excellent representation of characters throughout the cast. Kickass bisexual lady is the best character, don’t @ me. 

14. What is your favorite movie to watch when you’re feeling down?

The Lego Batman Movie or Spiderman: Into the Spiderverse. They’re good films that never fails to make me happy.  

“Don’t tell me how to parent my kid I just met!”

‘Play dumb.’ “Who’s Moralis?” ‘Not that dumb!’

15. Do you play video games?

Assassins Creed Origins. It’s beautiful, The main characters great and the story is wonderful. I always come back to it whenever I leave. I must have completed it three times over by now. 

16. What is your biggest fear?

Confrontation. Deep water. Spiders. Heights. Meeting new people. Making phone calls. I have many fears.

17. What is your best quality, in your opinion?

I’m a very good listener and loyal to a fault. I’m quiet and I love doing housework (dishes and vacuuming and all that good shit) so I’m a great roommate.

18. What is your worst quality, in your opinion?

I’m terrified of conflict and never want to argue with people. I’m a chronic pushover. I’ve lost count of the number of times that I’ve told my partner “I don’t want to be an inconvenience.”

19. Do you like cats or dogs better?

Dogs. I love both animals, but dogs like me better so I like them better.

20. What is your favorite season?

Autumn. Autumn in Australia is absolutely beautiful and the mildest of all the Australian seasons.

21. Are you in a relationship?

Yep. I gots myself a lil lady! I’m in a potentially polygamous, currently monogamous, asexual-bisexual lesbian relationship. Come June, we will have been together for three years!!! Yay us!!!

22. What is something you miss from your childhood?

Nothing. My childhood was entirely forgettable.

23. Who is your best friend?

My Partner, if that counts. She’s amazing and I love and trust her with my life. 

24. What is your eye color?

Hazel, leaning on the brown side.

25. What is your hair color?

The top part is brunette, my natural hair colour, and the bottom half is a reddy-orange-almost-blond colour. I’ll probs redye it to be a better shade of red. I want a more Natasha Romanoff sort of colour. 

26. Who is someone you love?

Other than my family and partner, not really anyone. Telling someone that I love them is incredibly personal for me so I don’t do it very often. @idontgiveaflyinggrayson69 comes pretty fucking close though.

27. Who is someone you trust?

Either @idontgiveaflyinggrayson69 or my one friend who reads my fanfics for me.  they are both pretty cool people who I feel comfortable enough to share my writing with, which is a big deal for me. 

28. Who is someone you think about often?

My glorious partner. 

29. Are you currently excited about/for something?

Avengers: Endgame. I mean, I’m terrified but I’m excited. 

30. What is your biggest obsession?

Marvel. Marvel comic. Marvel movies. Don’t care, just make it Marvel. 

31. What was your favorite TV show as a child?

Avengers: Earth’s Mightiest Heroes. It was good honest fun and got me into Marvel at a really young age. My favourite characters were Black Panther and vision, and to this day I’m not sure why. 

32. Who of the opposite gender can you tell anything to, if anyone?

My fanfic reading friend I mentioned earlier. 

33. Are you superstitious?

Yeah, kinda. I don’t go out of my way but I also don’t walk under ladders on principle.

34. Do you have any unusual phobias?

I have a lot of fears and phobias but the most unusual one is dipsophobia. I have a fear of being drunk and not in control of my own actions. I don’t really have a fear of drinking itself but the being drunk is absolutely heartstopping terrifying for me. 

35. Do you prefer to be in front of the camera or behind it?

I like being behind the camera, writing the scripts for videos and movies that the media and drama students at my school make. Its fun watching your stories come to life around you.

36. What is your favorite hobby?

Writing stories. 

37. What was the last book you read?

Othello but William Shakespeare. It was earlier today for school. 

38. What was the last movie you watched?

Doctor Strange. 

39. What musical instruments do you play, if any?

None. I used to play the violin, guitar, and piano but I stopped. 

40. What is your favorite animal?

The snow leopard. 

41. What are your top 5 favorite Tumblr blogs that you follow?

Only got one that I can think of off the top of my head and its @idontgiveaflyinggrayson69

42. What superpower do you wish you had?

The ability to change into any animal at will. 

43. When and where do you feel most at peace?

Not sure. I’m kinda always an anxious fuck. 

44. What makes you smile?

Seeing a message from a friend for no reason. It warms my heart. 

45. What sports do you play, if any?

I’m a kickboxer. 

46. What is your favorite drink?

ICED TEA IS THE GOOOOOOD SHIT

47. When was the last time you wrote a hand-written letter or note to somebody?

For my partners last birthday I wrote her a book with each page having a thing I loved about her on it. That was about a month ago. 

48. Are you afraid of heights?

Yes but not of flying in planes. It’s strange!

49. What is your biggest pet peeve?

People explaining things to me like I’m an idiot or treating me like a five-year-old. This especially happens when I tell people about my cognitive issues and they start assuming I need assistance with every stupid thing. No, If I need support, I will ASK for it. Your not my knight in shining armor, you’re just an annoying prick. 

50. Have you ever been to a concert?

I wish but no. I’ve been to a couple of musicals though. 

51. Are you vegan/vegetarian?

Nope.

52. When you were little, what did you want to be when you grew up?

I wanted to make drone and tech but I fucking suck at making stuff so I went the way of English instead.

53. What fictional world would you like to live in?

The MCU. I died in the snap according to that one website but I still wanna be there. 

54. What is something you worry about?

The people that I love being annoyed by me constantly being around them and needing so much emotional support and wanting me to leave them alone. 

55. Are you scared of the dark?

Not particularly. 

56. Do you like to sing?

I love singing. Shame I fucking suck at it.

57. Have you ever skipped school?

Yes and No. I’ve skipped classes in school, but never a whole day’s worth of school other than for doctor’s or dentists appointments. 

58. What is your favorite place on the planet?

Don’t have one. Haven’t been in enough places to truly have a favorite.

59. Where would you like to live?

I’d love to go live in Europe for a while but permanently I’m fine living in Australia. We don’t have much gun violence and the cost of living is pretty low so I’m happy. 

60. Do you have any pets?

Yes. I have a dog named Jack, a Border Collie- Australian Cattle Dog cross. 

61. Are you more of an early bird or a night owl?

Night owl 100%. I work so much better at night.

62. Do you like sunrises or sunsets better?

Sunsets. 

63. Do you know how to drive?

Nope. Never learned. Never had the money. Never had the time.

64. Do you prefer earbuds or headphones?

Headphones. They won’t fall off if you’re running. 

65. Have you ever had braces?

No. I need them though. My teeth are awful.

66. What is your favorite genre of music?

Probably movie scores and soundtracks. 

67. Who is your hero?

Anyone who fights for someone else's rights is a hero to me. 

68. Do you read comic books?

YES.

69. What makes you the most angry?

All sorts of little things. Being demeaned is probably my biggest one. I don’t like being looked down upon. 

70. Do you prefer to read on an electronic device or with a real book?

Electronic device. It helps with my attention issues. 

71. What is your favorite subject in school?

English Lit. I would say Accounting but technically I’m not in the class. I just chill out in there during my free. It's awesome. 

72. Do you have any siblings?

Yes. I have a half-brother that I’ve never met and a step-sister I can’t get rid of. 

73. What was the last thing you bought?

A bunch of candy and drinks.

74. How tall are you?

Somewhere between 5′3 and 5′4. Not sure exactly because I haven’t measured myself in a while but it's about that. 

75. Can you cook?

Not to save my life. 

76. What are three things that you love?

My writing

My family, friends, partner and pets. 

Generally chilling out and listening to music.

77. What are three things that you hate?

Being demeaned and told I’m not good enough. 

Sexist/racist/homophobic people

78. Do you have more female friends or more male friends?

I mostly have male friends as I’ve had bad experiences with female friends in the past. That being said, I have had two female friends in the past couple of years. One worked out and one really, REALLY didn’t. However, my partners’ a woman and I love her to bits. 

79. What is your sexual orientation?

I’m about as Bisexual as they come. 

80. Where do you currently live?

Australia!

81. Who was the last person you texted?

I have a Snpachat group with my friend and his boyfriend and me and my girlfriend, which is called the “HA, GAAAAAAY” group chat. My last message was on that.

82. When was the last time you cried?

This morning. In the car. While thinking about my future. 

83. Who is your favorite YouTuber?

Danny Gonzalas.

84. Do you like to take selfies?

Not really, by myself I hate it, but with my friends, yeah. 

85. What is your favorite app?

Social media app is either Snapchat or Tumblr. 

86. What is your relationship with your parent(s) like?

Varies greatly depending on the day. Some days It’s amazing and other days it's awful. 

87. What is your favorite foreign accent?

French and Spanish. 

88. What is a place that you’ve never been to, but you want to visit?

Rome, Italy or Paris, France.

89. What is your favorite number?

8 or 13. 

90. Can you juggle?

No. I’m not coordinated enough. My friends can though. 

91. Are you religious?

I mean I’m baptized Anglican and I go to a Catholic school but personally, I practice no religion and lean towards Agnosticism.

92. Do you find outer space of the deep ocean to be more interesting?

Space. The ocean is terrifying and I hate it. 

93. Do you consider yourself to be a daredevil?

HAHAHAHA LOL NO

94. Are you allergic to anything?

Strawberries (but I eat them anyway), dust, cut grass, and other assorted minor things. 

95. Can you curl your tongue?

Si. 

96. Can you wiggle your ears?

No. 

97. How often do you admit that you were wrong about something?

I'm stubborn as hell but when I’m wrong, I’m wrong (*cough* Puffins *cough*) and I’ll admit it. I’ll argue but I’ll admit it.

98. Do you prefer the forest or the beach?

My aesthetic is the forest but not an Australian forest because there are way too many spiders. 

99. What is your favorite piece of advice that anyone has ever given you?

If you’re not going to remember it in 5 years, It’s not worth stressing about.

100. Are you a good liar?

Sometimes. 

101. What is your Hogwarts House?

Ravenclaw. 

102. Do you talk to yourself?

Oh, of course, all the time. I’m the only one who understands my crazy ideas and characters. 

103. Are you an introvert or an extrovert?

I’m very introverted. 

104. Do you keep a journal/diary?

Nope. 

105. Do you believe in second chances?

For lesser offenses, sure, but for stuff like Rape, Abuse, Murder, and genocide, No. They made there bed and now they sleep in it. 

106. If you found a wallet full of money on the ground, what would you do?

I’ve done that before, twice. The first time I opened it and saw that there was a student ID for a local school, so I handed it into my school (It was closer) and they called that school and returned it to the kid. The second time I opened it and saw a teacher ID for MY school and recognized the guy as my old DnT teacher, so I called the school and got him to call me. He arranged to have it picked up and I gave it back. Both times I didn’t think about taking anything from it because it just seemed wrong. 

107. Do you believe that people are capable of change?

I believe people can make mistakes and change for the better, but I also think they have to prove it. Actions really do speak louder than words. I also think its reasonable that if you’ve wronged someone, they have the right to reject your company/ friendship even if you’ve changed. You broke their trust once and its reasonable for them to question whether to trust you again. 

108. Are you ticklish?

Extremely.

109. Have you ever been on a plane?

Yes, quite a lot actually. My father lives in England so I’ve done Australia to England trip about 9 times. That’s a twenty-four-hour trip so its daunting but seeing him is worth it. 

110. Do you have any piercings?

No. I had my ears pierced but I forgot to put earrings in after kickboxing one day and they closed over. I haven’t bothered to get them re-pierced since. 

111. What fictional character do you wish was real?

Steve Rogers. I want him to fight Donald Trump. 

112. Do you have any tattoos?

Nope. Always been scared that it will hurt too much. My step-sisters got a bunch and my mother’s got one and they all tell me conflicting stories about how painful it is. Plus, If I got a tattoo, I’d want it to be something memorable and special to me and as of right now I haven’t found anything that is that special for me. 

113. What is the best decision that you’ve made in your life so far?

Leaving an abusive relationship. 

114. Do you believe in karma?

I do but its more of a loose definition of Karma. I believe that if you do good things, good things will happen to you and vise versa. I know it’s not always true, sometimes awful things happen to good people and sometimes the worst of humanity get high honors and great experiences.   

115. Do you wear glasses or contacts?

Yeah. I’m severely short-sighted so I need to wear glasses every day. I’ve thought about wearing contact lenses, but don’t like the idea of voluntarily sticking stuff in my own eyes. 

116. Do you want children?

Yes and no. I’m open to the idea of having children but I don’t like the idea of actually giving birth. I’d like to adopt or foster children later in life when I settle down and have stability.

117. Who is the smartest person you know?

There’s this kid who when to high school with me who got a 98.6 ATAR, which was the highest of my grade that year. He was super smart, hacked things for fun and was the kinda kid that wrote assignments the day before and still got A’s. It was ridiculous. 

118. What is your most embarrassing memory?

Nothing comes to mind presently. I’ll have to get back to you guys on that one. 

119. Have you ever pulled an all-nighter?

Yes, quite a lot actually. I have two modes. Sleep is for the weak and I could sleep for a week.

120. What color are most of your clothes?

Dark blue or black with some sort of superhero logo on the front. Blue jeans.

121. Do you like adventures?

Not particularly. The comfort zone is aptly named and I see no real reason to do anything stupid or dangerous just for the sake of it. I’ll explore new places but I’m not going bungee jumping or deep-sea diving.

122. Have you ever been on TV?

Yes. I was on a news in a segment covering the steampunk festival, middle of last year. I looked like a wreck because I’d been standing in the Australian sun for hours but it was so much fun doing the interview.

123. How old are you?

18.

124. What is your favorite quote?

If you love something, set it free. If it comes back to you, then it’s yours. If it doesn’t, then it never was.

125. Do you prefer sweet or savory foods?

Sweet foods. Desserts and sweets are a lifeline of mine. 

[too-much-tma-stuff]

name ➔ Cerridwyn

are you single ➔  Ya

are you happy ➔  I try to be

are you angry? ➔  mm a lot of the time ya

are your parents still married ➔  no they were never married, separated all the way as soon as I moved out for uni

NINE FACTS

birth place ➔ Peterborough Ontario

hair color ➔  currently blond and lilac with brown roots. Gotta redye 

eye color ➔   blue

birthday ➔ January 20th

mood ➔ Stressed to many assignments

gender ➔ Honestly fuck if I know, biologically female though

summer or winter ➔ Winter!

morning or afternoon ➔ Evening tbh

Chicken nuggets  ➔ nahh I’m good

EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE

are you in love ➔ Nope I try not to do “in love” just love.

do you believe in love at first sight ➔ Nope not at all.

who ended your last relationship ➔  it was mutual. 

have you ever broken someone’s heart ➔ a couple times I think.

are you afraid of commitments ➔  lol yep!

have you hugged someone within the last week? ➔  just my grandma

have you ever had a secret admirer ➔ Yes but not since Elementary school :P

have you ever broken your own heart? ➔ I don’t get it

SIX CHOICES

love or lust ➔ both ideally, over all love right now lust 

lemonade or iced tea ➔ lemonade 

cats or dogs ➔ cat’s please and not talkative ones.

a few best friends or many regular friends ➔  A few best friends, right now I have two.

wild night out or romantic night in ➔  romantic night in, I don’t like wild nights.

day or night ➔ Night

FIVE HAVE YOU EVERS

been caught sneaking out ➔ Nope!

fallen down/up the stairs ➔ Yes.

wanted something/someone so badly it hurt? ➔ of course

wanted to disappear ➔ all the time

FOUR PREFERENCES

smile or eyes ➔ Eyes

shorter or taller ➔  shorter 

intelligence or attraction ➔ Intelligence!

hook-up or relationship ➔ Relationship

FAMILY

do you and your family get along ➔  Ya we do which is nice, I’m lucky that way.

would you say you have a “messed up life” ➔ My therapist says it’s kind of amazing I’m still here.

have you ever ran away from home ➔ Not seriously. I threatened to a couple times as a kid.

have you ever gotten kicked out ➔ No my parents wouldn’t do that to me.

FRIENDS

do you secretly hate one of your friends ➔  No, I did in highschool though

do you consider all of your friends good friends ➔ Pretty much

who is your best friend ➔ slinging-salukis 

who knows everything about you ➔  My dad and Hunter

tagged by: @renmeover

tagging @internet-cannibal, @anne-tifreeze and @dead-fantasia

[exkoenigin]

About me Tag

Thank you for tagging me @jiinkookie honestly this means alot!

1ST RULE: Tag 9 people you want to get to know better

@feralheartedalien @innerkpoppeace @theshortkidwiththelongbraid @pass-the-teapot @wind-staerke-acht @differentbutpsycho @yoloedits @twinkperry

APPEARANCE: I am 5’10 (178 cm for my european friends), I have short green-ish hair, and a very pale face (gotta hate the ginger genes) but im planning to redye my hair to a kind of red Jin once had.

My eyes are a mix between green and brown and actually only cool when the sunlight shines right into them creating a magical green color. I like to dress in a way to feel good. So i mostly wear oversized shirts, black skinny jeans and sneakers. (Jins street style is kinda me) i mostly wear black tho. There is my emo side lol

PERSONALITY: I usually act very cold but have my soft emotinal moments (s/o Yoongi lol) Sometimes the right words can make me soft, talkative and reachable but i usually like to be cold and untouchable. My attitude’s like fuck everything most of the time and i’m trying my best at just being the happiest i can. I don’t judge people and i don’t like being judged although i like to provoke lol. I love it when people talk about things they love/are passionate about, i love the way their eyes light up when they get into those topics.

also i hate nazis and every form of discrimination.

Besides i am a hardcore clean freak so no one is allowed to touch me because to me everyone is ‘not clean’. even i am dirty to myself most of the time. I wash my hands too much and in winter i always have cracked skin due to that. so just DONT TOUCH MY FACEU (s/o hobi)

Another thing which i have never told anyone but one person is that i may identify as non-binary but i am literally so not sure about what i feel like i am. I also dont know if im bi or not but actually idfc i love who i love. i stan who i stan

I am currently in High School and trying my best to finish in order to go to Uni after that if it ever works out even though i have no idea what to study. Probably languages.

ABILITY: I dont know i’m not very good at anything. I like the idea of education in general but education systems simply suck so i dont know. but i find languages really really interesting and as i said would like to study some in the future. (i speak 3 fluently rn) also i mean i made it to highschool i cant be totally stupid lol. But yeah no special ability here.

HOBBIES: MUSIC AND SPORTS even though i dont practise any of this myself okay listen i am crazy like i can go from watching a basketball match to watching cute bts english speakeu videos, as well as go from scremo bands to classic music so i basically stan everything. also i just love when people have something in common, something they love, and then gather for that reason, no matter whether its a concert or a sports game, they gather and have fun together and that proves that there is still love in this world,

other than that i love reading and then highlighting special paragraphs/lines. But sadly i just dont have the time for it. i also really love drawing lyrics and hangining it on my wall and ofc listening to music.

i used to enjoy writing short stories/poetry and it helped me alot too, but i just havent had a single idea for like a year now. sucks how creativity just left me.

(a really weird fact is that i love cleaning the kitchen/house because in the end i get to see a result and everything is clean and ahhhh)

RELATIONSHIPS: lol what you talking bout. im in multiple fandoms, my life’s 70% spent home/on the internet 30% social so hell yeahhhh. i have loved the same guy for easily 3 years and still get them butterflies whenever i see him. ofc i had crushes on other guys (2 of them my friends lol) but never got loved back lmaoo fun. i am currently 17 years old and never been in any kind of romantic relationship. it makes me sad yes it does but i also think i wouldnt have time to have a partner right now. apart from that who wanna date a short haired not even a lil bit girly not even kinda cute fandom obsessed messed up girl?

Also i dont really have friends anymore. like, of course i do but those friendships are either fake or just not very close. one of them is kinda toxic too. i lost two of my best friends recently because either them or i changed alot. but it still hurts. i dont feel like i am important to anyone at all anymore. it doesnt feel like they need me. everybody has somebody else.

RANDOM STUFF: i sleep whenever and whereever i can.

I have a thing for bands.

i am trying to spread love peace and positivity the best and whenever i can even though i still carry alot of hate within me. but i am giving my best to be better everyday. and i think we all should. so if you have bad days or whatever please dont hesitate to hit me up.

my favorite non alcoholic drink is ice tea.

i fall asleep hugging a pillow most of the time.

music means more than anything to me.

[czgoldedition]

You gotta meme a little meme

I was tagged by @bi-aloy​! ♥ Haven’t done something like this in agesss, so why not.

I tag: @noisefeather @petukocasual @shutupimcreating @writerlyonao3 @jadefyre ~

Were you named after anyone? An allasomorph from an episode of Star Trek! Anya appears to be a little old lady, but shapeshifts into a six-foot-tall hairy monster that defeats Worf in unarmed combat.  My mom just liked the name. I’m pleased. My middle name of Rose is after my Grandmother Rosemary, though. When was the last time you cried? Last night, playing Horizon ahhhh. THAT GAME. Do you like your handwriting? It’s alright, generally legible. I like the all caps handwriting I use for my comic lettering best. What’s your favourite lunch meal? “Time is an illusion - lunch time, doubly so.” (I forget to eat lunch so often.) Do you have kids? Fuzzy ones, I have three cats.  ♥  If you were a different person, would you be friends with you? I think so. Do you use sarcasm? My goodness, I would never. X) Do you still have your tonsils? Ye. Would you bungee jump? Ye! I’ve already tried similar free fall activities (ripcords). What’s your favourite cereal? Not too particular, I’ll eat whatever. Maybe Apple Jacks or Chex? Do you untie your shoes when you take them off? Mmm I SHOULD because the slip off and on thing destroys the backs of ‘em. I’ve been better about untying lately. Do you think you are a strong person? Yes and no? I’m a pushover to a degree, because I just want to make people happy. The thought of fucking up someone’s day upsets me, so I tend to soften what I say. I’m a determined person though, and if I want something, I’ll generally find a way to attempt it, and I don’t compromise on what’s most important to me. What’s your favourite ice cream? No one preferred flavor here either - chocolate, coffee, banana, strawberry, caramel; so many good choices and combinations. What’s the first thing you notice about people? Depends on the context I meet them in - physically, face and hair. If I meet them online, how I feel talking to them, if that makes sense? If the conversations flow naturally and how excited their messages make me~ What’s your least favourite physical thing about yourself? My hair, probably? It is literally over 3 feet in length, thick, soft, and strong despite constantly assaulting it with chemicals to achieve bright plumage. What colour pants and shoes are you wearing right now? Plaid pajama pants, no shoes. What are you listening to right now? Adventure Time - Philter If you were a crayon, what colour would you be? #01579B Favorite smell? Wood smoke, old books, a freshly opened pack of Magic cards. Who was the last person you talked on the phone with? Uhh the delivery person telling me the food I ordered was outside, hah. I don’t do phone calls much. VOIP, sure - in that case I think either K or Lisa? Favorite sport to watch? Never was much into watching sports, though when we lived in NJ a friend invited us to see some roller derby and that wassss, uh, compellingggg. (Hi, are you ever just gay as hell.) Hair colour? At the moment, brown-faded teal-blonde. I really need to redye; I’m thinking a warm blue-blonde-orange-red gradient next. Eye colour? Blue gray. Do you wear contacts? Never have, I have an extremely difficult time using eyedrops or touching my eyes. Have worn glasses since the age of five, however. Favourite food? Cheese of most any variety. Scary movie or comedy? Comedy; the only horror movies I’ve wholeheartedly enjoyed were also comedic in some fashion. Last movie you watched? Thor: Ragnarok What colour shirt are you wearing? Purple Summer or winter? Winter. Beautiful, surreal transformation of familiar landscapes, layers of fuzzy blankets, hot beverages. Hugs or kisses? Depends on the person~ close friends and lovers, heck yeah both. Friends in general, hugs. I don’t know you, please don’t touch me. Book you’re currently reading? We Are Legion (We Are Bob) - Dennis E. Taylor Who do you miss right now? Friends from art school who live far away now and friends I’ve never even met in person but would love to. What’s on your mousepad? Artwork from Starcraft II: Heart of the Swarm. What’s the last TV program you watched? Sense 8 What’s the best sound? Cats purring, friends laughing, thunderstorms. Rolling Stones or The Beatles? The Beatles What’s the furthest you ever traveled? Germany Do you have a special talent? It’s more of a purposefully developed skill than inherent talent, but I’m an artist by both trade and personal focus, and draw/paint daily. I’m decent at writing as well, costume building, debating, can play percussive instruments and edit sound, have an aptitude for deck builders and euro style boardgaming... “jack of all trades, master of none" type I guess? Where were you born? Cuyahoga Country, Ohio, United States.

[kaedekayano]

tagged by @uravitys tysm jess!! <3

rules: copy this post into a new text post, remove my answers and put in yours, and when you are done tag up to 10 people and also tag the person who tagged you… and most importantly, have fun!

a - age: 16. this is supposed to be the YA protagonist age most of the trash YA lit i read has 16 y/o protagonists. where’s the excitement. give me more love interests than i know what to do with and amazing superpowers and people trying to kill me wtf.


b - biggest fear: i can handle failure sometimes depending on its extent but i’m terrified of being talentless/bad at everything and unable to do anything about it


c - current time: 4:34 pm

d - drink you last had: water 

f - favorite song: it’s always changing but hayley kiyoko’s gravel to tempo will always be amazing


g - ghosts, are they real: on a literal “rattles-chains-and-screams ‘boo’” level, no, but in terms of memories, people/things that haunt you, etc. then yeah

i - in love with: writing, music, and myself

j - jealous of: i don’t really like getting jealous of people, and i generally try to avoid it. to say i don’t do it would be inaccurate, though. hm. kinda jealous (in a positive way) of my friend’s little sister who has dip-dyed blue-green-indigo-ish hair and it looks super cool

k - killed someone: only fictional characters, don’t worry ;)

l - last time you cried: it’s been at least a month, i think


m - middle name: don’t have one

n - number of siblings: a happy only child

o - one wish: be good at art. please god i just want to be able to draw straight lines and things in perspective and for my art teacher to be at least semi-pleased with me every now and then

p - person you last called/texted: my mother, to get butter for the brownies we’re gonna bake today :D

q - question(s) you’re always asked: questions about dyeing my hair (usually if i have to bleach or redye it, whether it’s green or blue), and i get asked about my grades more than i’d like to. oh, and my opinions on various parts of AC i guess, but most of the time i just throw my opinions out there because hey someone’s gotta be around to complain about matsui’s treatment of kayano kaede and discuss yukikae

r - reasons to smile: my favorite AC characters (actually karma is more likely to make me scowl he’s a lil shit), really nice stationery, my friends :), good snacks, spicy food, brooklyn nine-nine, finally understanding chemistry concepts, meeting other people who are LGBT


s - song last sang: can’t remember but probably singing along to an ofelia k song because i love her. i love my lawyer, maybe, or as a bell

t - time you woke up: technically 6:57am, went right back to sleep, woke up at 7:00am, fell asleep again, finally woke up at 7:29am


u - underwear color: pink


v - vacation destination: NYC, maybe, or california to visit the best friend(s). returning to the US for a visit would be nice, although i don’t intend to stay

w - worst habit: procrastination


x - x-rays you’ve had: a few? at least once on a trip to the dentist and another at a hospital when i sprained my ankle, but otherwise, i don’t really remember

y- your favorite food: milk chocolate?? or mangoes maybe?? i’m not that into food unless it’s desserts, and usually simple ones at that


z - zodiac sign: virgo

tagging (you don’t have to do it if you don’t want to ofc): @poison-glasses @gleivy @amelia-yap @aolucy565 @nectorism and anyone else who wants to do it :)

[soulguardianazeralith]

He's gotta redye it red each time to prove his rank though because fleshy membrane loses color without cells.

So is Jackie's hood a part of him or what? I never really understood where he got the material if it isn't

Curse you you’ve found one of our plot holes! It’s supposed to be a piece of fabric he just wears cuz I can’t imagine Jackie without a hood |D I like to think they found some red fabric in a recent wreck somewhere and Jackie just takes from it when he needs a new hood lol

[sublimeallie]

Once we arrived at the party, I grinned. I felt good in my black dress with spaghetti straps. I pulled my thigh high boots up a bit and looked to my left. Adrian glanced at me and smirked. I held tighter to my clutch purse. I walked to the table with drinks and fixed myself some plain fruit punch. Couldn’t get drunk on a day like this. Though I rarely am able to have fun. I roll my eyes at the thought. I take a sip and excitement rushed through my veins. No one here knew what was about to happen. Except for my friends and I, of course. The DJ began playing a song with a good beat, and everyone began to dance. “So,” TJ said, “having a good time so far?” he smiled. “Yep! It’s rare that we get to go to some of these parties. Going to this one is, well, refreshing in a way.” I say. He nods, his brown hair bouncing a bit in the process. “You look great by the way.” he rubbed the back of his neck. I giggled, touching his arm. “Thanks TJ. You look great, too.” I smile, walking away. “You tried, bro.” I heard Daniel say to him. TJ sighed. “I know, man. I know.” I shake my head. I spotted Diana and ran to her. “When will they tell us to start?” I ask her, fixing my tan earpiece that’s unnoticeable. “Soon. Just act natural until then. We’ll all be told at the exact same time. Don’t touch where your weapons are.” she said. I nodded, glancing around. Daniel, TJ, and Adrian were all talking to one another. I looked back at Diana and grabbed a chunck of her hair. “You should redye it.” I blurt. She looked back at me. “What?” she asked. “You should redye it. The mahogany isn’t as bright.” I inform her. She nodded, kind of surprised. I walked over to the boys and they noticed me coming and quit talking. I raised my brow. “Hey.” I say. “Hey!” TJ said, smiling awkwardly. I glance at Adrian. He puts his hands in his pockets and smiles back at me, looking away quickly. I look at Daniel. He shrugs. “Hey.” he says. “You guys are acting weird.” I point out the obvious. “Heh, no we’re not.” TJ says. I narrow my eyes at them. “Yes, you are.” I say. “We really have no idea what you’re talking about.” Daniel says, looking down at me. I groan. “Fine. Talk about whatever you three were saying before I got over here. Bye.” I say, taking a sip of my drink and walking away. I stand by myself, watching everyone. Yes, I was very observant. More than any of my friends. Well, I was way more observant than most people, anyways. I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned around to face a guy. “Yes?” I asked. He puts his hands in the pockets of his suit. “Just wanted to say you look really beautiful.” he looks down. His shyness is cute. But that won’t really get him anywhere. Plus, I could tell it was all an act. I saw the boys watching us. “Thanks. And if you want a girl, quit the act. It’s lame. Be yourself. Not too cocky, though. And lower the ego. Look her in the eyes when you give the compliment. Also, smile! You gotta show her those pearly whites. Oh, and those dimples of yours. You’ll for sure get her with that.” I smile. He looks at me, baffled. The boys laugh loudly and I grin. “Now shoo! Move along.” I say. He walks away, never turning back. I look to see the boys walking towards me. “Bro, that was hilarious!” Adrian said, still laughing. “It was. He looked so embarrassed!” Daniel held his stomach. I look at TJ. He smiles at me. “Good way to get rid of him, Alex.” I smile back at him. “Get into position!” a voice from the earpiece said. Diana looked at us and the boys and I looked at each other. I grinned, quickly getting in the middle of the room with everyone else. I was beside Adrian at the front, Diana was behind me, Daniel behind Adrian and TJ beside me. “Pull out your weapons!” the voice said again. I quickly opened my clutch and pulled the gun out. I had two knives under my dress, attached to my upper thigh. Everyone turned to us and gasped. The man who we came here for, that hosted the party, backed away and near an exit. “Alex, walk through the crowd and head to the exit Mr. Wright is at. Daniel, you come with me. Diana and TJ, go the opposite way of me and Daniel. Now!” Adrian said. We all split up. Everyone was making paths for us and I reached the exit. He hasn’t noticed me yet. He had his eyes on everyone else. “Where is that other girl!?” he whispered to himself. I grinned. “Right here.” I said. He jumped and tried to run away, but I put my foot in front of him and he fell to the ground. I aimed my gun at his heart. “You try to run, you die.” I said, all playfulness gone from my face. The others took out the guards. He had no protection. His face paled. I was glad he was scared. He did horrible things to people. Including my family. He … no. I can’t think about that. I can just take my anger out on him. I clutched the gun so hard, my knuckles turned white. He smirked, his eyes showing realization. “Oh. You’re that same little girl, huh? I’m *glad* I killed your family. I’d do it all over again if I–” his sentence got cut short. TJ had kicked him in the face, knocking him out. My arms were trembling. I took a deep breath, holding in my tears. “Come on, guys. Let’s take him now.” Diana said. She pulled out the knock out gas. It also made people forget what had happened that whole 24 hours. The helicopter came and busted a hole in the roof. A latter came through for us to climb. My eyes connected with that guy who flirted with me. He looked scared. But had sympathy in his eyes. I shook my head and went behind Daniel as he climbed the later. Adrian had Mr. Wright on his shoulder, climbing the latter as if it didn’t bother him. TJ came and then Diana did. She was last because she had to drop the smoke bomb. I sat away from everyone as I stared at Mr. Wright’s unconscious body. Hatred flashed in my eyes. My blood was boiling. I tried hiding how I felt. I was super uncomfortable with coming here. Everyone knew that. But I hid my pain. TJ sat beside me as we began to fly off. “Alex …” he said. I shake my head and tightly close my eyes so the tears don’t come exploding out. “Thank you.” I said, my throat hurting. It made my voice sound so weak. *I* sounded weak. He put his arm around my shoulder and pulled me to him. “It’s okay to let your feelings out, you know. No one here will judge you. You can cry.” he said. I grit my teeth. “I know. But I’m afraid if I do cry, I’ll never be able to stop.” I say honestly. He tilted my chin up, but I kept my eyes closed. “Look at me,” he whispered. I opened my eyes slowly and looked at him, and the tears in my eyes were able to be a mirror for him. “You’ll get through this. I promise. You’re strong and independent.” he says. I nod, wiping my eyes. “Yeah. I’ll get through it. As long as I have you and everyone else with me.” I smile. A real smile. I need them all to keep going. If it wasn’t for them … I wouldn’t be here. I wouldn’t have moved on from them as much as I have. Daniel, TJ, Adrian, and Diana have helped me so much. They’re my family. I need them. He takes a deep breath and looks away from me. I could see him clenching his jaw. But what for? Did I say something wrong? Is he holding back from telling me something? I knew if he wanted me to know something, he’d tell me. He’s just like that. “When we get back to the base we’ll teach him a lesson.” he promises. Adrian listened in. “You don’t have to be there.” Adrian said. “No, Adrian. Let her. She wants to be there. Let her do what she needs to.” TJ says. I look at Adrian and nod. I keep my eyes away from Mr. Wright. I have so much love for everyone here. I wanted to break down and just spill my feelings out on the floor. I would allow myself to talk about my weaknesses. I would spill my heart out to everyone here. They were my *home*. TJ grabbed my hand and intertwined our fingers. I laid my head on his shoulder in comfort. Adrian looks at us. His pale blonde hair was messy and his dark blue eyes always glistened. I’ve always thought he’d make a good anime character, to be honest. TJ and Daniel both had brown hair and green eyes. TJ’s eyes were always friendly and playful, but a lighter green. Daniel’s were darker and always playful but sometimes clouded. Diana had black eyes with mahogany hair. She was the more serious one, always having a poker face. I had dirty blonde hair with ocean colored eyes with specks of gold in them. People say its the window to my soul, and I believe it. For some reason, my eyes show more emotion than most people. And God, do I hate that. I hate how just by one good look in my eyes, you could know exactly what I feel. I can’t hide it. Freckles spread along my nose and cheeks. I’m always the girl who laughs for ten minutes straight over anything and everything. I blush easily and I’m very, very sarcastic. But with all of us together, its always fun. We try to take away the negative vibes by having fun together and having good vibes. And I’m pretty sure you’re totally lost. Us five, we aren’t exactly cops. And it isn’t exactly a job that we have. We just met each other and bad things happened in our lives. We decided; together, that we would try and stop as many bad guys as possible. But, we needed hackers to gather as much information about our targets as possible. They also tell us when to attack. So we fight crime even though killing, hacking, torturing, and kidnapping is a crime, we do it for the good of the world. It’s not for a bad cause. At all. But what I planned on doing to Mr. Wright, that would be revenge. And I’d finally be able to avenge my family. Thinking about all this made me sleepy. I got comfortable on TJ’s shoulder and fell asleep. ..... I woke up being carried into the base. I snuggled into their chest. They sucked in a breath. “I’m taking you inside, okay?” TJ said. “Not to my room, right?” I ask. “Yes, to your room.” he chuckled. “No! What about Mr. Wright?” I say sleepily. “Adrian gave him a drug. He’s gonna be knocked out for a few hours.” he explained. “Will you stay with me?” I ask. “Alex …” he mutters. I finally open my eyes and look at him. I make a puppy dog face. “Please?” I ask, sticking my bottom lip out. “Fine.” he smiles, opening the door to my room. I just needed someone with me. I felt all alone today for some reason. He gently laid me down and took my shoes off for me. “I could have done that myself.” I grin. “Yeah, I know.” he says, pulling the covers over me and sitting down on the bed. I grab his wrist. “Lay.” I say in a gentle voice. He nods. I pull the covers up and he kicks his own shoes off, laying beside me. He tugs the blanket over him. I look at him and he’s already watching me. “Go back to sleep, Alex.” he said. I nod, snuggling up to him. “When Mr. Wright wakes up, make sure no one holds me back from what I’m gonna do to him.” I tell him. He places his hand on my arm and traces little circles with his thumb. “Okay.” he says. A thought came to mind. “What were you three talking about at the party that you won’t tell me about?” I ask. He’s silent for a few moments. “We were talking about you.” he says. I open my eyes at that. “Why? What were you saying about me?” I ask. I hoped it wasn’t bad things! I started feeling insecure about myself then. He chuckled. “All good things, I swear.” he reassured me. “But what did you say?” I ask again. He sighs. “We’ll talk about this another day, Alex. Just get some sleep.” he says. I sigh loudly. “Fine.” I murmur. After a few seconds, I was out like a light. ..... I wake up alone. I stare at my ceiling for a while before actually getting up. I noticed I was still in my dress. I picked up some black skinny jeans and a white tank top. I pulled my dress off and noticed I still had the knives at my thigh. That was dangerous sleeping with them. I take them off and lay them on the table. I slip on my pants and and pull the tank top over my head. I pull it up a bit to show my belly button. I search for my combat boots and put them on. Before I head out the door, I grab gun and slip it in my back pocket. I walk down the creeky metal stairs that were somewhat rusting. Not much, but a little. I rubbed my eyes with a yawn. “Ah. She’s awake.” Adrian says, leaning on the railing. He smirks at me. “Yes, indeed I am. Is Mr–” he shakes his head. “No.” he shrugs. I nod, biting my lip. “How long have I been asleep?” I ask. “An hour.” someone says from behind me. I turn around to see Daniel. I smile at him and shrug. “Not as long as I thought.” I say. “TJ left about ten minutes after you fell asleep.” Adrian informed me. I nodded. “Well, I’m gonna go find Diana.” I say. “She’s with Morti and Rylan.” Daniel said. I nodded and quickly left. Morti and Rylan are our two best hackers. They tell us which guy to go after and when to attack, like I explained before. I wondered if we had another mission. I jumped down the latter and opened the door to the computer room. I saw Diana there with Morti and Rylan. “Hey,” I smiled. “Hey Alex.” Diana said, sighing. I raise a brow. “What’s up?” I ask. “Nothing. Just feel like I’m getting a cold.” she says. I pat her back. “You’ll get through it.” I encourage her. She chuckles lightly. “Any more missions?” I ask. “No. Seems like everyone’s taking a break after what happened to Mr. Wright. I’m assuming they don’t want that happening to them.” Morti explains. “Oh.” I say. “Guys! He’s awake!” came a voice from Diana’s walkie talkie. The guard. Mr. Wright. Diana and I glance at one another and run off. The others were right behind us. We stopped at the door and heard yelling. “Before we go in–” Diana began. But I didn’t listen. I went on in, the gun still in my pocket. He looked up at me and grinned. “You. Again.” he said. I reached him and gave him a good old punch in the jaw. Blood gushed out his lip and he groaned in pain. I grabbed my gun and aimed it at his heart once again, just like I did at the party. I remember my family’s screams again. I saw the blood. I saw their horrified expressions. I clutched the gun so hard. My face was set and stone cold. “You don’t have it in you.” he spat. “I do have it in me! After what you did to my family, you deserve everything that comes your way! The torture! The blood! I can’t wait to hear you begging me to just kill you already!” I scream in his face. “Alex–” I turn to Daniel. “No, don’t. Stop. Let me. You weren’t there. None of you were. You have no idea what I saw! He made me watch! I saw them all die right in front of me! Do you expect me to show mercy? Because I won’t. I will hurt him in so many ways, he’ll forget his own name.” I promised. I turned back to him. “If you don’t answer these questions correctly or just decide not to answer them, I’ll torture you. I’ll do *much worse* than you did to my family. And if you remember correctly, it was pretty gory.” I said. He ignored me. I turned to everyone. “Ask the questions. If you need me for any reason, I’m in my room.” I tell them. “I knew you wouldn’t shoot me.” he yelled. I turned around quickly, aimed the gun at him, and pulled the trigger. He screamed in agony. Everyone gasped. I heard ringing in my ears, but I didn’t care. Blood rushed down his leg. I should’ve shot him in the head. But he needs to answer questions. “I hope you bleed to death.” I say with venom dripping from my voice. I turn back and walk out the room. I sat on my bed with the gun beside me. I paid attention to the details crafted in the gun. I sighed, getting up and walking to my drawer. I grabbed my key from its hiding spot and unlocked it. I opened it, grabbing more bullets and a silencer. I would shoot him a lot. I didn’t need the noise to affect anyone. I grabbed my gun, added the bullets, and attached the silencer. I looked at it in awe. It’s amazing how such beautiful things can be so deadly. I heard a knock at my door. I quickly shut the drawer and locked it, hiding the key. I sat on the bed and put the gun beside me. “Come in.” I say. Adrian walked in and gently shut the door. He leaned on my wall, crossing his arms. I look at up him, a brow raised. “What?” I ask. He shrugs. “Nothing, nothing. Just wanted to see if you were okay.” he said. “Oh, I’m just peachy! The guy who killed my family is here, smiling at me, and I can’t even do what I want to him!” I sarcastically say. “Alex, don’t be like that.” he says, frowning. “What am I supposed to be like, then? This dude *killed* my family. Am I supposed to be happy about that?” I scrunch my brows together. He sits beside me. “No, Alex. Of course not. I wouldn’t ever ask you to be happy about that. But you can’t take all of your anger out on him like that. He lost a lot of blood. We decided to let him rest before we ask him questions.” he says. “You … Why would you do that? Why not let him suffer a bit? Like he made so many people do!” I say. Adrian places his hand on my cheek and looks me in the eyes. I stare back at him. What’s going on? He kisses me on the forehead. I wanted to sigh of relief. “We’ll teach him a lesson, Alex. Just wait.” he says. I want to refuse, but instead nodded. “When you shot him …  the coldness in your eyes frightened everyone. And how quickly you did it without hesitation.” Adrian explained. I kept quiet. “Adrian. Mr. Wright is refusing to rest. He wants to see Alex again.” Diana said through the walkie talkie. Adrian sighed. “Alright.” he said back. I grabbed my gun from beside me. I snuck the knives in my pocket. Adrian saw the gun, but didn’t say anything. We walked out my room. Adrian jumped down the latter and helped me down, even though I didn’t need it. He grabbed my waist and gently set me down. It took him a moment to release his hold on me. I quickened my pace and opened the door. Heads turned to me. “Ah, Alex, was it? Glad you could–” TJ glared at him. “Shut up.” he muttered. Mr. Wright rolled his eyes, but complied. “Why did you want me back in here? To shoot you again?” I ask. He chuckled. “No. I just wanted you here so I could look in your eyes everytime you look at me so I can see all that fear again.” he smirked. “Fear?” I laugh. “I’m not scared of you. If anything, you should be scared of me right now.” I say. “Why? Because you have a gun?” he asked. “Nope. Because I’ll do worse to you than you did to my family.” I said. “Then you’ll be just like me. A torturer. A killer.” he spat. That hurt. It was like a punch in the stomach. “As long as you’re dead, I’m fine with that.” I said. Actually, I wasn’t fine with it. He was right. I’d be just like him. I *am* just like him. I’ve killed. I’ve tortured. I shook my head. “Let us ask questions now.” Diana said. I turned away and sat down. Questioning began. ..... They finished questioning. He answered them all truthfully. Diana, TJ, Daniel, and Adrian were huddled, talking. I sat by myself, eyeing Mr. Wright. I wanted to kill him. I wanted to let him suffer in so many ways. I looked down at the floor, my hair covering my face. I knew they wouldn’t let me hurt him. I heard someone sit beside me, but I didn’t move. “Are you okay?” Daniel asked. I sighed. “No,” I said honestly. He patted my shoulder. “We’re all here if you want to talk.” he said. I nodded. “I know.” I said. I heard the door open and shut. Everyone looked up and saw Morti. “What’s wrong?” Diana asked. “Nothing. Its actually good news. But you need to come here.” He said. Everyone glanced at one another but me. I hated the idea of leaving Mr. Wright here unharmed, but I knew the guards would watch over him. I got up and walked to Morti and nodded. “Alright. Let’s go.” I said. Everyone followed Morti to the computer room. We saw Ryan on the computer. I got beside Ryan. “Look,” Ryan said. I looked at his screen. “This guy works by himself. Does *everything* by himself. He fights crimes. He is really good. I thought we could recruit him. But first meet up with him and all the basics.” Morti said. I finally tore my eyes away from the photo. “I think it’s a good idea. We need more people on this team. Every battle gets harder and harder because the people get smarter and smarter. They get more security everytime we attack somewhere. And if he’s actually that good, I don’t think it’d hurt to meet up with him at least.” I shrug. Diana sighed. Adrian was silent in thought. “Fine. But we can only meet him first. Ask him some questions. And then if he’s really that good, we can all think about recruiting him.” Diana said. I smiled. I waited to see what Adrian said, considering he was the second leader with Diana first. They made most decisions together, but allowed us all to have a word in. “I agree as well.” Adrian said. I met his eyes and smiled more. I rubbed Ryan’s head. “Is that all you found out about him?” I asked. He nodded. “Yeah, everything we could find. Says he’s nineteen - wow - and has been fighting crimes since sixteen. He can hack, fight, and do more. Says he’s tried to be allies with others, but if they get caught, they’d try and turn him in instead. Doesn’t trust much people, only a few.” Ryan explains. “Then it’ll probably be a tough task to get him to trust us.” Daniel says. TJ shrugs. “Well we have to at least try!  Alex was right: every battle gets harder. If we prove to him enough, then maybe he’ll trust us. But if he doesn’t, we still tried. We’ll just have to find others, I guess.” TJ says. Everyone nodded. “Contact him. Tell him we want to meet soon.” Diana orders. Ryan nodded. I looked back at his photo. He brown hair and one brown eye and one blue eye. I thought it was beautiful. I didn’t want to look away. Diana left along with Adrian. Probably to ask Mr. Wright more questions. “Do you know his name?” I asked. “Oh, right. His name is Jay Lark.” Ryan said. I nodded. “Thanks for the info.” I said, walking out the door. I past the room where Mr. Wright was being held. “Let her come and give me a piece of her mind! I want to break her even more!” he yelled. I stopped and listened. “I will not being Alex in here just so you can hurt her even more.” Adrian said. I opened the door. They turned to me. “Alright. I’m here. Hurt me even more.” I said, walking to him. “You can’t get enough of this pain, can you?” he asked. I shrugged. “You don’t hurt me any more.” I lied. That was one of the biggest lies I have ever told. He did still hurt me. Everytime I looked at him, it reminded me of my family’s torture. “I know you’re lying.” he said. I pulled my gun out. I was shaking again. “You got everything you need out of him, right?” I asked. “Yes, but what if–” “Then I can do what I want now.” I said. I quickly, flawlessly, grabbed the knife and threw it at his stomach. He screamed. “Alex!” Diana gasped. “Don’t worry. I got him where there are no important parts.” I muttered. “You know … killing your mom was my favorite part. Watching her bleed to death was so worth it. Killing your whole family was worth it.” he smirked. I dropped my gun. I ran to him. I punched him in the face over and over again. “You jerk! I hate you, I hate you, I hate you! Don’t you ever say that again! I will stab you in the heart and lick the blood off when I’m finished!” I scream. Adrian pulls me off of him. I squirmed in his grasp. “Let go of me! Adrian, let go! Let me hurt him more!” I scream once more. Daniel, TJ, Ryan, and Morti came in the room. Their expressions were concerned and scared. Adrian was trying to take me to my room. “Let go!” I yell. “Alex, stop!” he said. “No! You heard what that monster said! Let. Go. Of. Me!” I struggle in his grip. “What happened?” TJ asked. Fury was in his eyes. I glared at Adrian and saw the fury in his, too. It wasn’t at me. It was because of what Mr. Wright said. “I’ll explain later. Just help me with her.” Adrian grunted. I kicked and punched at Adrian. “No! Don’t help him! Let me go!” I beg. TJ grabbed my hands. “Shh, Alex. Its okay.” he whispers. I look into his eyes and break down. “No its not! He-he’s a monster.” I sob. Finally, I quit fighting back. Adrian loosens his grip on me. I couldn’t stand. My whole body was weak. Adrian slowly got me out the room. We were in the hall. I collapsed in Adrian’s lap as we sat down. Morti and Ryan left, deciding it was better for me to be left alone. He held me tight as I cried. “Come on, Alex. Let us take you to your room.” Adrian said. I sniffed, but nodded. I got up. TJ quickly put his arms around me. I put mine around him as he helped me to my room. Adrian opened the door and we walked in. TJ sat me at my bed. They both got on each side of me. “I’m sorry,” I manage to choke out. “Its okay, Alex.” Adrian said. “You’re hurting. More than any of us. And we all know looking at him brings back some bad memories. But showing how hurt you are in front of him - it makes him satisfied. That tells him he succeeded in what he was trying to do. You can’t let him see how hurt you really are.” TJ said and wiped my tears. I inhaled deeply and exhaled. I nodded. I knew embracing what I felt was good, but I couldn’t do it near Mr. Wright. I look up at TJ. “You’re right.” I look to Adrian. “Thank you both.” I smile. I looked at my clock. It was midnight. “You should rest,” Adrian said once he saw me look at the clock. “Will you both stay? At least until I fall asleep?” I ask. “Sure,” they say. I kick my shoes off and don’t even bother to change. I just lay in bed, getting under the covers. Adrian strokes my head softly. My start to get heavy and soon, I’m asleep. .....   “When are you going to tell her?” Adrian asked. “Tomorrow if she’s in a better mood. Just tell everyone to give us a minute alone but make sure Alex doesn’t get suspicious.” TJ said. “Alright. Good luck, man.” Adrian said. “Thanks.” I could tell he was smiling. “I think she really likes you,” Adrian blurted. “What? How?” TJ gasped. “Because when she was wigging out earlier, you told her to calm down, she looked at you, and she stopped instantly. She calmed down. And how a few hours ago I had laid my hand on her cheek. She looked confused. Then when I leaned in, it looked like she wanted to run away. But when I kissed her forehead, she looked relieved. Around you, she isn’t like that. She’ll hold your hand, open up to you about anything, and even let you sleep with her. She may not notice it yet, but she does have feelings for you, TJ.” Adrian explained. “I never really noticed that. And why did you kiss her on the forehead?” TJ asked. “To see how she would react when I leaned in. And to show affection. I wanted to calm her down. In a friendly way, of course.” he said. “She really reacted that way?” TJ asked. Adrian didn’t say anything, so I assumed he nodded. “Maybe I have a chance after all.” TJ said hopefully. I fell back asleep. ..... I woke up the next day feeling a bit better. The light poured in, seeping on to the floor. It shone in my eyes, so I sat up. Rubbing my eyes, I yawned. I looked at the clock. My eyes widened. “Noon!” I gasped. Quickly, I got up and ran to my closet. I got some more black skinny jeans and black crop top. I changed in a hurry and slipped my combat boots on. I ran my hands through my hair to get some knots out. I grabbed my gun and another knife. I put the gun in my back pocket and the knife in my front one. Opening my door, I ran down the hall. I jumped down the latter and into the computer room. Everyone was there, just like I thought they would be. “Hey sleepy head, we were about to wake you up.” Daniel smiled. I grinned back at him. “Well, I wish you would have woken me up sooner. I have a killer headache.” I groaned. “Here,” Ryan said, throwing me a bottle of Advil. “Thanks.” I said. “No problemo. Staring at a computer screen 24/7 gives you headaches. Gotta be prepared.” he winked at me. I swallowed the medicine and threw it back to him. I saw Adrian and TJ sneakily look at one another. It reminded me of the dream I had last night. Or, so, I think it was a dream. “So, Alex, you in a better mood?” Adrian asked. I nodded. “Yeah.” I say. “Good,” Diana smiles. I give her a hug. “Sorry I couldn’t check on you last night. I was busy trying to set things up with meeting Jay. Luckily, it wasn’t for nothing. We’re meeting him soon.” she said. “That’s great news!” I smiled. “And are you feeling better? You said you felt like you were getting a cold,” I reminded her. “Oh, yeah. I’m better.” she says. I nod. “I’m gonna go get a granola bar. I’ll be right back,” I said. I yawned as I walked to the door of the kitchen. Someone opened it for me and I jumped, startled. I smiled as I saw TJ. “Ladies first.” he smiled back. I thanked him as I walked in. “Want one?” I ask as I grabbed mine. He shook his head. “Nah,” he said. I raised a browser and grinned. “Then why’d you follow me in here?” I ask. He took a deep breath. “Because–” Daniel bust through the door. “Guys,” he said, “its time we go meet Jay.” he opened the door for us. TJ sighed heavily, an annoyed expression on his face. His jaws were clenched as well. I laid a hand on his chest and he instantly calmed. “Are you okay?” I asked. He intently looked in my eyes. "Fine. I'll, uh, tell you later," he said. I nodded and we followed Daniel out the door. I smiled in excitement. "Why are you smiling so much?" Diana asked. I'm guessing my excitement made her smile, too. "Just anxious to meet this guy. I think it'll be cool to have another guy on our team, you know? Plus, we *need* the help." I explain. "Yeah," she nods. "I agree with you." I had a thought. "Didn't you think his eyes were so pretty?" I asked as we got to the car. "Yes!" she smiled. Diana got in the front with Adrian. I was between Daniel and TJ. "You guys stay alert and make sure he gets on this team," Morti says. "We will, bud." Adrian shakes his head, smiling. "Good luck!" Ryan yelled as we drove off. I ate the last bit of my granola bar and threw the wrapper at Daniel. He slowly turned to me and raised his brows. I smiled innocently. He smirked evilly and slowly reached his hands to me. I knew what he was going to do. I scooted more towards TJ. "No," I warned. "Oh, yes." he nodded and then tickled me. I squealed and bumped into TJ. "Help!" I begged him. He grinned. "No, don't listen to her! Help me," Daniel said. I shook my head vigorously. Then, TJ began to help him. Adrian looked in the mirror and smiled, watching us play around. Diana giggled slightly. "Someone help!" I laugh. Daniel locked eyes with TJ and they let go of me. Half my body was in TJ's lap and my other half was in Daniel's. I breathed heavily as I tried getting as much oxygen into my lungs as possible. I still felt where their fingers were as they tickled me. TJ looked down at me and smiled. "You okay now?" he asked, a smiling tugging at his face. I couldn't contain mine and smiled. "Yeah," I smiled, sitting back up properly. "Now, don't ever throw anything at me again," he warned. I rolled my eyes playfully. ..... We had arrived at our destination! "Alright gang," Adrian said. "Make sure to promise your loyalty to this dude." he said. We got out the car all happy and excited. I glanced at Diana. She had her poker face on, as usual. But I could tell, deep inside, she was excited. I looked up and arched my brow in confusion. "He wanted to meet . . . at a café?" I ask. Adrian turned to me. "Yes. Its a place we can meet up and it

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