#i piss off every manager i've ever met let alone had

[ignitelimelight]

I may have girlbossed too close to the sun and made myself look presentable on paper to the point that a disability lawyer won't take my case. Which is funny because, like my girlbossing despite being nonbinary, it seems i've distilled the complexity and nuance of my particular disability into something palatable. And palatable does not get disability.

[alrawabi-imagines]

I'll stare directly at the sun but never in the mirror Ch.1

Pairing: Step-sister!Hiba x Female!Reader (platonic) 

Word count: 1738

Hiba had been your step sister for about two months and it was clear that neither of you liked each other. You stayed out of her way but it felt like she purposely went out of her way to make your life hell. The only good thing was that you managed to convince your father not to transfer you to her school,so you weren't stuck with her all the time.

"I hate you so much." Hiba mutters under her breath as she passes you in the hallways, bumping you with her shoulder. You rolled your eyes and walked back to your room. You just wanted to be alone and avoid her as much as possible. Hearing footsteps outside your bedroom door, you prepare yourself for the inevitable knock. You hear someone knock on your door, and as you open it, Hiba is standing there, leaning against the door frame, arms folded.

"What?"

"I need to talk to you about something." Hiba says, trying to sound polite. But her voice is fake and you get the vibe that she's only saying this so your parents don't get onto her for being rude.

"Like what?"

"Like, I need a favor." She says, her eyes rolling as she says the word 'favor' as if the idea of her asking for anything is beneath her. You sighed 

"And why would I help you?"

"I need to borrow something from you." She says, rolling her eyes as she completely ignored your previous question.But you can tell that she's just trying to act cool. She's clearly nervous about asking you for something. You decided to ask what she wanted before you slammed the door in her face 

"What do you want?" Hiba takes a deep breath. She's not used to having to ask people things and her ego is making this hard on her. 

"I need to borrow one of your outfits."

"You sure? I’m afraid it's not your style,I don't dress like a whore" you fought back for once. "Why do you even think I'd let you?" Her face turns bright red, and she is unable to contain her irritation. She clenches her fists. 

"Just so you know, every guy I’ve met thinks I'm hot and they would never want a prude like you."

"At least I don't put everything I have on display and let the guys think I'm easy. They don't like you they just think you'll sleep with them easier,and I think you already know that"

"Ugh, you're so jealous of me! I've never had to try to get a guy to like me, they just worship me and you're probably just mad that no guy in their right mind would ever find you attractive."

"How many have stayed after they got what they wanted from you? How many really cared about you?"

"I don't care if they left!" She says. 

"That wasn't the point." It's obvious that she's trying to hide the fact that she feels slightly hurt by your comment. You knew the guys didn't care about her,they didn't want to date her, they just wanted to sleep with her. And once they got what they wanted they left and didn't come back. Hiba's ego refuses to admit it, but you know you've gotten to her with that comment. There's a reason why she's so sensitive about the topic of guys treating her like she's just a piece of meat. She's never had a long term relationship and she hates being lonely. So she seeks out any relationship no matter how short it is. You sighed "I'll lend you something but you have to return it in one piece and clean,got it?" She's caught off guard. She was expecting you to tell her to piss off. But she's also grateful that you're willing to loan her something. 

"Yes. Yes, I'll take good care of it. Thank you." She says, her tone slightly less harsh than it was before. You sat on your bed as she looked through your closet. 

"What's this party for?"

"Oh, it's for my friend's birthday. I need something to wear." She says as she finally finds something she likes, a short black dress with a strap tied around one of the shoulders, accentuating the curves of a woman's body. She holds it up to herself to see how it fits her. You remember that dress,you bought about a year ago when you were asked out on a date. Only for you to get ghosted,he left you waiting in the rain and you never told anyone. You shoved that dress far back in the closet and forgot about it until now. As you looked at her you realized how stupid you were for thinking someone would actually want to date you. The dress looked good on her,making you feel even worse. You can't help but feel a sense of envy. Here she is, your step sister who's treated you like garbage for the last several months, and she has no problems attracting boys. Meanwhile, you've been single for the past year and you can't get anyone to pay attention to you. And now you see her trying on the one dress that gave you a glimmer of hope one time, the one time you thought that finally a guy had seen something in you. It's more than you can handle. You turn away, feeling completely worthless.

"Just take that one and leave"

"Really? You're going to let me take that one?" She asks in disbelief. You can tell that she was expecting you to give her something older and boring that nobody would ever want to wear. It didn't cross her mind that you would let her take the one dress that you've been saving specifically for a special occasion.

"Just take it and leave," you said a bit more seriously this time.

"Okay, I'll take it... Thanks." She says. And she quickly leaves your room. You wait till she's gone before allowing yourself to break down in tears. You hate how pathetic you are. You hate that your own step sister doesn't even respect you enough to ask nicely for something. And you hate that she reminded you of the one time someone seemed interested in you and how quickly that fantasy was dashed, confirming the reality that no one would ever desire you. You felt pathetic,You feel like the biggest loser in the whole world as you cry into your pillows. You cry about your lack of friends and about your lack of a boyfriend, about the fact that no guy would ever look your way even if they were paid to do it. You cry about how unfair it is that your stepsister is so much hotter and more popular than you and how she has everything that you will never have. You were up late,sitting in the living room. Eating ice cream as you watch a show. Your eyes were red from tears,you had stopped crying but your eyes were still red. You look completely miserable as you sink down in one of the couches, using your blankets as a makeshift pillow while you watch a cheesy romance movie on TV. Your mood is definitely not helping with your self-pity as you watch the attractive main characters who have absolutely no problems in life falling in love. Just the sight of them kissing caused you to feel even more lonely.

It was around 2 am when Hiba came back,finding you laying there. You didn't bother to look up at her. Your step sister was a bit surprised when she saw you sitting in the living room all by yourself. She figured that you would be sleeping by now, not watching a cheesy romance movie. She didn't ask any questions though and just sat down next to you, settling herself into the couch. You pushed the ice cream to her,still not saying anything. She looked at the ice cream, and then she looked at you. Your eyes were still red from crying and she could tell that you were in a bad mood. She didn't say anything either, simply took the ice cream from you. It was then that she realized that something must have happened to you to make you cry so much. She felt guilty about the way she had treated you ever since she moved in with you and now she felt genuinely concerned for you. You just kept watching the movie,not saying anything. You hoped Hiba wouldn't say anything,you really didn't feel like talking. You were confused as to why she sat down next to you and why she hadn't said anything. After a little while, Hiba noticed that you were still completely silent and she started to rethink her decision to sit down next to you. She thought that maybe it was a bad idea and she should just leave you alone but then she remembered that maybe this is exactly what you needed, someone to be there for you when you were going through a tough time. She decided to stay and watch the movie with you, occasionally throwing a quick glance at you to see if you look like you're feeling any better. Once the movie was over you got up and cleaned up before going to your room,still not saying a word. Hiba watched you as you stood up, not knowing what to say or how to feel about the situation. She thought about following you to your room and making sure that you were okay, but she figured it was probably better to give you some space. So she stayed where she was, still sitting in front of the tv, feeling a mixture of disappointment and concern. The next morning you felt bad,to the point where you had somehow convinced your parents to let you stay home from school. You woke up feeling emotionally and mentally drained. Yesterday's crying had taken its toll on you and you just felt emotionally numb. You had managed to convince your parents to let you stay home from school for a few days and they seemed to sympathize with you. But the truth was that you just needed some time to yourself and you didn't want to have to face your step sister or anyone else for that matter.

[worriedvision]

Here's part 2 of the Thoma fic, still haven't gone on my laptop to do the linking stuff lol. Probably doing a part 3 to round it off better lol it's getting long again, gender neutral reader

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In the following months, you slowly get over the heartbreak that was Thoma's short but not so sweet letter to you. It hurt when you would like about Thoma when others asked about him, somehow managing to convince people you two were just taking it slow.

Kaeya, however, asked you to stop doing this. In all honesty, Kaeya was pissed off that you still wanted to keep up the false relationship. Thoma couldn't even sign his name on the last letter he sent, let alone wish you the best. The one thing that stopped Kaeya from throwing the letter away was knowing that, if Thoma was to ever set foot in Mondstadt again, he would just love the chance to make him writhe under his interrogation.

Kaeya finally convinced you to be honest about no longer being with Thoma. Some people who were jealous of how openly affectionate Thoma was from the start ask for his contact details, which you obviously do not indulge. You expected most people to take Thoma's side in the matter.

What you didn't expect, however, was for people to encourage you to move on. It was almost like people knew about the letters, but they genuinely just said it was because Inazuma was a particularly difficult place to survive without other things on different parts of Teyvat.

Several months later, and you still decide to keep your gloves, courtesy of Kaeya. Of course, you take off the ring, the feeling if it pressing on your finger reminding you of what could have been.

Kaeya spends more and more time with you, enjoying the time you two had. Rosaria occasionally jokes about you two being a cute couple, Kaeya chuckling as you look away with a bashful smile.

You decide to go with Kaeyas offer to have an open relationship, a mutual understanding that you two would cheer each other on. This doesn't last long, however, as Kaeya finds himself furiously jealous when he notices Albedo flirting really hard with you. Kaeya pulls you aside, claiming it to be for work reasons, only to cafe you in between his arms.

You look at him dumbly before he sighs to himself, grasping your gloves hands.

Although you two don't exchange words in the moment, the eye contact tells the both of you enough.

You were an item.

--

A week afterwards, and you're out on patrol. Kaeya makes his way through the streets of Mondstadt, finding himself at unease for an unknown reason.

A postman hands a letter addressed to you to Kaeya, knowing that he was the next best person to give the letter to. Looking down at the paper, it takes every ounce of control to not shred the letter.

It was a letter from Thoma.

He walks back to his office, reading the letter.

'My love,

How have you been? So sorry I was unable to send more letters, but please give me another chance. After reflecting on my feelings, I've recognised my feelings are still very much alive.

I will be in Mondstadt Next month for work reasons, let's pick up from where we left off!

I look forward to our reunion, my love.'

Kaeya can't help but groan outwardly at the letter, slamming the letter into the table. Hearing someone knocking at the door, he shakes his head before opening the door, being met with a worried Amber.

Kaeya asks for Amber to look after you next month, and she tilts her head in confusion.

"Are you going to work elsewhere that month?" She asks, raising a brow.

Kaeya shakes his head, looking over his shoulder before looking at the letter.

"I'll tell you about it now, but you have to keep this to yourself." Kaeya hushes out, Amber nodding in understanding.

Amber reads the letter, momentarily asking what was wrong before Kaeya shows the letter before.

"Oh..." Amber trails off. "I'll look after them. You can count on me!" Amber cheers, saluting before running out to complete her work.

--

The month passes by, and you find your relationship with Kaeya is truly blossoming. None of the overly romantic gestures like how Thoma confessed, but you found that both of you were growing more outwardly romantic to each other. Kaeya couldn't be happier with how the relationship was, seeing you finally start to get over your ex.

Then he shows up when you're hanging out with Amber.

Hearing some gasps, you look around curiously until you freeze up, seeing Thoma there alongside a man in a white suit. Amber quickly averts your attention, dragging you away before Thoma could look over.

You hear people talking openly about Thoma, some people trying to think up a really good confession that could win him over. Honestly, it makes you feel sick. Amber brings you into the Angels share, opting to get some coffee.

Meanwhile, Thoma finds himself brushing off people's flirtatious comments like water off a ducks back, smiling as he explains he is taken. In his mind, you were still rightfully his! Ayato teases the man, but he doesn't talk about the discussions about the lucky Inazuman who managed to win Thoma over. Ayato operated under the assumption that part of this trip would be having the ability to tease Thoma about his long distance lover, but now he was not so sure. Hearing a set of footsteps approaching them, he looks over to see Kaeya.

"Hello there, Thoma." Kaeya sings. "I need to have a word with you." Kaeya walks to his office, Thoma and Ayato following suit.

At the front of the office, Kaeya turns to Ayato.

"I'm afraid this is a personal topic. Please bear with us, it won't be too long." Kaeya sings, Ayato smirking before deciding to stand outside to bask in Mondstadts lively and relaxed atmosphere.

--

"Take a seat." Kaeya spits out. Thoma reluctantly sits, expecting Kaeya to have the conversation being short.

"It's nice being bac-"

"Shut up." Kaeya huffs out, looking over his shoulder as he crosses his arms.

"..."

Kaeya walks over to the desk where two letters are set out. Thoma follows his line of sight, recognising the letters.

"I take it you understand why I dragged you in." Kaeya begins. Thoma nods, trying to figure out how he could explain away his first letter. Kaeya picks up the second letter, reading it out word for word. Looking at Thoma, he pauses.

"The situation with the vision hunt decree In Inazuma made it difficult for myself to write back." Thoma chuckles lightly, a smile on his face.

Kaeya walks over, staring down at the man as he attempts to ground himself.

"if you were that busy, you shouldn't have sent a letter in the first place." Kaeya states.

"Which is why I only sent that-"

"No you didn't." Kaeya spits out, narrowing his eye as he continues to send a glare to Thoma. "You only wrote a single sentence in this letter." He walks over, picking up the other letter and reading it out word for word.

Thoma sits in an uncomfortable silence, genuinely not remembering when he wrote that.

"Do you have any idea how distraught my dear _ was?" Kaeya lowly whispers into Thomas ear after walking towards the man. "I'm surprised you actually showed up."

"They aren't yours, Kaeya." Thoma states, only to get cut off by a shake of the head.

"You're lucky they're merciful. Even after they finally came clean about the relationship ending, they still cared enough about you to make you sound nice." Kaeya grits his teeth. "Loyalty goes both ways, Thoma. You cannot expect to sleep around in Inazuma whil-"

"I would never do that, I can promise you that." Thoma apologises. "I honestly did not write that first letter." He explains.

"Pathetic." Kaeya huffs, placing the second letter down before he turns to look at Thoma once more. "I am not about to let you undo the progress I have made in getting _ to move on. After your business in Mondstadt is complete, you must leave immediately." Kaeya warns Thoma.

"...You are dismissed." Kaeya sings cheerfully, escorting Thoma to the door. "Oh, and don't talk to them." He warns, closing the door behind Thoma before returning to his boring paperwork.

[heartofspells]

Masterpost

@wolfstarmicrofic

Prompt: fireside

Remus eventually manages to get Sirius up to the sofa, but that's as far as he can go before his body gives out on him, muscles collapsing over bone, sinew stretching too tight before snapping free like a rubber band let loose and springing rapidly. Remus stays with him, holds him close, murmuring apologies into his hair and ears that are useless and pointless because this will all be gone soon. Sirius will forever be trapped in that emptiness, and it terrifies him more than he thought anything ever could.

They sit by the fireside for hours, breathing together, Sirius drifting away until Remus pulls him back with a tender touch to his side or neck, a press of lips to the top of his head, so familiar now, like they've been doing it for years and eons, spreading and stretching like searching fingers, winding through time, merging it into one place, here and now, just them as they are. At some point, skin works its way against skin, a hand sliding past the line of Sirius' trousers, fingers tracing the nearly clean path of the mark that exists of his hip that's still baffling to him.

"Tell me about it?" asks Sirius in a near whisper when his voice finally returns to more than a croak of sound, lifting his head to look at Remus beneath heavy, drooping lids, every part of him riddled with fatigue he can do nothing about.

Remus' hand stills on his hip, eyes searching out Sirius' own. He seems to hesitate for a moment even as his free hand drifts over the back of Sirius' head.

"There's not really much to tell," he murmurs. "I wasn't paying attention to much. You were there, I remember you now, but it's like this vague memory, like you're a shadow I can't believe I ever missed for a second. You were singing – terribly, I might add – carrying on like the entire world was your stage. These drinks kept appearing before me, and I think I remember you hovering around, but I ignored you. I wasn't there for anyone, just trying to drown myself a little, but there you were in that lav, just this bright, blinding light, drawing me in like a moth. I normally wouldn't – I don't usually do things like that so close to the moon. Control is…difficult to hold then, but you were impossible to resist."

Sirius hums and Remus presses their foreheads together, a gentle connection that quickens Sirius' breathing.

"I still can't quite believe it was you, but now I'm not sure how I've missed it for so long," continues Remus just as quietly as before, voice a soft wisp of sound between them, breath warm as it hits Sirius' face, lulling his body to relax more from its tightly wound state. "You were…beautiful, even in the dark and the dank. The sounds you made were intoxicating, something primal in them that made me – made that thing inside my head claw and howl for you, like he knew you were important." Remus stops and swallows thickly, Sirius able to hear it echoing in his ear. "When I scratched you, I didn't even realize at first, and you didn't seem to notice either. It wasn't until we were done that I saw the blood on my fingers and I panicked. Ran. Like a coward. I didn't really have a choice. I had to go, I know that, but I keep thinking that maybe if I'd been able stay, none of this – "

"If you'd stayed, it wouldn't have changed anything," interjects Sirius. "I would have wandered off because I was too pissed to see straight at that point, guessing by the opera, and this still would have happened. The only difference is that maybe I never would have met you again. Maybe you wouldn't be here now. Maybe I'd be spending my last days alone."

"Don't say that," begs Remus, face pained. "I'm not going to let that happen."

Sirius stares up at him, seeing the hopelessness in his eyes reflected in his own. "I don't know what you can do to stop it, Remus," he says weakly. "I'm stuck. Telling James anything is a bad idea. He won't believe it, I know him well enough for that. He'll accuse you of tricking him. He'll lash out. He's hurting and he'll make you hurt in return."

"I'm already hurting," whispers Remus, and he pulls Sirius in closer, clearly intending to stay this way for as long as possible, until a knock on the door interrupts their quiet, mournful solitude.

When Remus swings it open after leaving Sirius on the sofa, Sirius' breath escapes him as he takes in the figure standing on the other side. His mouth falls open, like he's staring at a figment that shouldn't exist, something long buried in his memory.

"Andy," he exhales.

"Hello, Remus," greets Andromeda, the same regal stance in her posture Sirius remembers so well, sending a chill racing down his spine even as something in him calls out to her.  

[studiojeon]

bitterness in goodbye | jjk

this is part of my troubled outsiders series. sadly, you can't read this as a stand alone (meaning: feel free to check the previous parts ♡)

| summary | - You can’t help but feel a little sad when Jungkook doesn’t refrain from cuddling your arm after pleading to forgive him. You wish you could cuddle him instead, that he would lay his head on your chest as you play with his soft hair, but you recognize there are some things you just can’t have.

warnings: none (?) i mean chaeryeong insults jungkook which is an atrocity in itself but-

contents: we diving into the angst my friends. jungkook is an innocent, kind hearted soul, i promise. oc's got the feels (out oct. 1) for jk. idol!jungkook × student!reader.

author's note: I EDITTED THIS FROM MY PHONE DO YOU UNDERSTAND HOW FUCKING ANNOYING THAT IS? also, thank u for the amount of support i've been receiving lately, i appreciate everyone lots. feel free to ask away or suggest anything btw, i would love to write for any prompts you guys come up with. 💞💗💖💘💓💕

words: 1.57k

playlist: honey by halsey

Four weeks later, the receptionist of your apartment complex hands you over a cardboard box with the hoodie Jungkook and you had talked about that day on the Han River. Jungkook kept pestering you to please please please send him your address for confidential purposes, which you knew had to do with his determination to literally provide anything that catches your eye right away. You assumed it was a sensitive topic for the boy whether people had purposefully taken advantage of his money before, so you didn’t dare to say anything when the man asked you for your size literally two hours after he dropped you off, scared to either reject his solidare intentions or piss him off for bringing unwanted memories back. In  your defense, your personality type keeps oscillating between INFP and INFJ so it’s only natural that you take extra care to make sure those around you have as much peace of mind as possible in your presence. 

As pretty and comfortable the piece of soft clothing is, an important factor is missing, something that you can’t recreate buying two of the same size and color, and that is Jungkook's escence and how good it looks on him in comparison to anyone else in the world. Meaning, you didn’t like it as much as you thought initially would. And it absolutely did not have to do with the fact that your short stature made you look like a toddler who stole their dad’s jacket.

Still, in order to show Jungkook how much you appreciate his gift, you bring it to work the next day, and the rest of the days after that, with the excuse that with winter rolling around you needed something to keep you warm in the office. Jungkook doesn’t miss the opportunity to confirm your assumptions regarding your appearance whenever he barges into your office randomly throughout the week, arguing that ”you look so adorable” and doesn’t stop for two weeks more, until he gets used to seeing you wearing something you shared with him. Which doesn’t help ease your growing romantic feelings for him whatsoever.

Because yeah, you liked Jeon Jungkook, just like every human being with eyes and sexual desires, except, you didn’t just like him in a superficial way, and that’s where the problem with him resides. Though you are sure everyone has fallen in love with the endearing boy at some point - especially the excluded and invalidated women of society - you can’t help but place some blame on you for allowing yourself to be swooned so goddamn easily. Your mom had said to you at some point to be wary of the way some men would talk to you when you grew up, their intention usually being getting inside your pants, which has happened to you more times than you'd like to admit. And with the argument that she knew you better than anyone, she claimed you would comply right the second someone talked sweet to you; you despised the fact that was the case with Jungkook (and Jungkook only), although he had never shown any sexual innuendos. What your feelings could do to your relationship with Jungkook and your rather chill lifestyle scared you to death, shiver me timbers and all that shit, having romantic feelings for someone else is embarrassing, especially when your chance with them has been scratched out the second you laid eyes on them.

Jungkook sits on your couch, legs spread on your thighs as you two pretend to watch some series on netflix. “I don’t buy for a second the act you’re putting on right now.” he speaks randomly after staring at your deep-in-thought state for a few minutes and laughs when you snap at him for not letting you overthink in peace. “What’s going on?”

Truth is, you don’t fucking know. A few hours before he arrived at your place (you had to pick him up at the dorm and sneak the both of you through the subterranean parking lot, because god forbid someone saw Jungkook arriving at some chick’s dorm on a saturday afternoon) you swore you would be able to conceal whatever emotional turmoil you had going inside of you without compromising your regular behaviour around the man, but when push comes to shove, it’s impossible to keep yourself from wondering how far you could go before that special someone found out what was going on inside of your head.

Jungkook’s phone rings in his pocket with some annoying tone he had downloaded illegally from youtube the same day the company had handed over the device as a gift for him (you still were a little bitter over how they neglected the rest of the staff but you also knew it was kind of impossible for the human kind to just gift a-thousand-dollar-phones to almost five hundred people out of solidarity). “Hyung?” he picks up, still wary of your unusual behaviour, concerned eyes looking at you. “No, uh- i’m with Yugyeom right now.” and your heart shatters into a million pieces.

You have been suspecting for a while that Jungkook is being hesitant to introduce you to his social circle. Although, you’ve tried your best not to take it personal, it is getting harder to resist the urge to ask him what the fuck is up with that. The fact that Jungkook had to lie about the person he was hanging out with broke your ego; he could’ve just said he was with a friend, right? You suddenly feel like you’re fifteen again, when the guy you liked would love you in the dark but pretend he didn’t know you in the light. 

Holding your tears back, you gently push him off and make your way towards the bathroom in the most nonchalant way you could. This is your fault for falling for the nice popular guy in the first place, you remind the reflection staring back at you. Still, as bad as it hurt, there was no way you were going to cry over a stupid boy, let alone when he was literally sat on the next room. He can go fuck himself if he thinks he can just toss this behind as if nothing ever happened.

You text Chaeryeong instead.

“chaery bom bom: i swear to god i gonna throw hands the next time i see the bitch.

chaery bom bom: like who the hell does he think he is? fucking squidward looking asshole.

chaery bom bom: he ain’t even that cute bub, you’ll get over him. i know jinyoung wouldn’t treat you like this”

You sigh. Chaeryeong has been enamored with the idea of you and his former company colleague from GOT7 since the day she met the guy (which was somewhere around ten years ago), and although he was all that, you didn’t like his quiet and cold aura, it intimidated the fuck out of you (Jungkook was the entire opposite of that).

You spray on some perfume just to have an excuse as to why you randomly ran to the bathroom when Jungkook’s inquiring eyes stare as you sit back on the couch, which is exactly what he does. “You done with your call?” you ask, bitter.

Jungkook frowns, a bit taken aback by the sudden question but still unaware of the way his words had made you feel, not even sensing the hostile change in your mood. “Yes, it was one of our managers. He was wondering if I could come back to reshoot some...-thing.”

Okay, now you kind of understand as to why he lied in the first place and to say you feel guilty is an understatement. “I supposed he backed down once you mentioned you were hanging out with Yugyeom.” playfulness makes its appearance on your tone and Jungkook rolls his eyes at you, tongue poking on the inside of his slightly red cheeks.

“Sorry for that” he moves closer and cuddles your arm, like a sad guilty puppy. “It’s just- I don’t want them asking questions''.

You understand. He is a very reserved and private person after all. It took you a bit to crack him open yourself. Plus, you kind of share that trait with him, you’d hate it too if people were constantly on your nerves for the people you decide to hang out with. 

And that’s all it takes to forgive him. Not very cash money of you.

“You better not pull that shit again, though” you shift in his hold and he looks up at you. One look into your eyes and he knows what you mean. “I’ll kick you out.”

After nodding, Jungkook resumes his concentration on the series you picked out for him. Due to your short attention span, you are very picky about what you invest your time in, especifically with audiovisual pieces of media, so Jungkook trusts you whenever you recommend something on very rare occasions. As a matter of fact, Jungkook was busy attacking your kitchen counters for snacks (which you didn’t have) when you mentioned Money Heist. “Munch on some grapes instead” you suggested to soothe his disappointment.

You can’t help but feel a little sad when Jungkook doesn’t refrain from cuddling your arm after pleading to forgive him. You wish you could cuddle him instead, that he would lay his head on your chest as you play with his soft hair, but you recognize there are some things you just can’t have.

[saksukei]

prince joshua au

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you loved your job more than anything,, serving the king and his family as a knight, was an honor that wasn't bestowed upon many so you considered yourself lucky

the king was looking for a husband for his wonderful daughter,, and she had rejected so many princes

the king had then called on to some palm readers and soothsayers that had said that the ‘prince’ destined to be his daughter's husband is currently trapped in a tower

the king did more research and came in contact with a small country, who's king and queen had died and their own child, the prince, was locked in a tower guarded by a dragon

the king then appointed you to find the tower, rescue the prince who would marry the princess as a sign of gratitude and they could rule the smaller country together

you agreed obviously

you were cheered on by everyone as you embarked on the journey, alone, with nothing but your horse to listen to your mindless chatter

and honestly, everything was going well like the trip wasn't too tough it was just really long

when you finally reached the castle, instead of causing a scene and all to you know ‘slay the dragon’ you simply found a back way to get up to the tower

you opened the door and then you heard someone singing, “prince joshua?” you called out and the singing stopped

then you came across one of the most handsome men you had ever seen,,, he had black hair, the face of a Greek god with well toned arms and hE LOOKED MORE LIKE A KNIGHT THAN YOU DID??

“are you here to rescue me?” he asked, nonchalantly, as he flipped open a book.

“yes!” you answered, in an unusually chirpy tone.

“cool– get out of here right now because I'm not going anywhere,” he told you quite bluntly

and you were like ??? this mf I crossed half the fuckin land but this ungrateful bitch eye

“i'm sorry,,, but don't you think that I would be rather capable of escaping this shit hole if wanted too?” he hissed. “but I don't– because I don't want to escape and I don't need anyone's help either.”

“prince joshua, I understand what you mean,,, but the princess is waiting to marry you!” you replied.

“oh great– another stuck up princess who wants to marry me.”

“actually,, our princess is great. she's an absolute sweetheart and she's one of the finest bachelorettes in the country,” you explained.

“then why has she rejected,,, fifty other princes and wants to go after the one trapped in a tower?” he deadpanned.

“because–the palm reader said so,,, but this isn't important–”

“i don't need your princess– so just go away,” he told you.

after thinking for several minutes, you came up with a solution

“look how about this? you come back with me, meet the princess and if you like her you can marry her, if you don't, well– I'll help you escape back to this tower,” you suggested, finally catching his attention.

“how do I know you'll keep your word?” joshua asked, setting his book down.

“i am a knight, sir, loyalty is one of the few idiosyncrasies we can offer.”

“alright then,, I trust you�� you better not let me down,,” joshua spoke as he grabbed a backpack with all of his belongings.

you used the same way to avoid the dragon and started on with your journey

at first,,, you truly thought joshua was some stuck-up prince but the more you spent time with him,, the more you realized that joshua was literally a gentleman who would be the perfect ruler of the country

he acted like an asshole before because he was sick and tired of people trying to rescue him and take all the glory

you understood his anger and ever since then joshua had been so sweet,,,

joshua wouldn't let you carry his bag, he'd make sure you were getting enough rest during the journey and one day he even offered to keep an eye out so that you could sleep

you on the other hand, taught joshua on how to light a fire etc and even some basic etiquettes,, cause I mean even if he was a prince he was trapped in a tower for so long

one time, you guys had stopped to stay by the river for the night and soon it was early morning and you woke up and saw joshua wasn't near you??

sO YOU PANICKED BEC OBVIOUSLY DID HE JUST RUN OFF BECAUSE IF HE DID THAT MF WAS IN FOR A RIDE

and you immediately ran around the place only to find him in the river,, waist deep into the water, except– he was half naked??

and boi where you shocked

cause joshua was so damn gorgeous

his perfectly chiseled jawline with that broad chest of his, his adam's apple poking out, his abs, his arms, his wet hair jUST HIM???

FUCKING MALFUNCTIONING

AND YOU WERE SO RED SO YOU JUST RAN BACK TO STOP YOUR HEART FROM RACING AND PRAYED THAT JOSHUA DIDNT SEE YOU BECAUSE JSJXJSISJSKSK HES SO HOT

you were lucky, because he didn't bring it up so you assumed he never noticed you standing there and gawking at him lmao

but all in all, you had fun with joshua he always managed to make you laugh but you could always have those late night talks with him

like when he asked you why you became a knight ,,,,,

“well, as a kid, when the knights would come back from winning the battle and the streets would be lined up with roses and people cheering from them, I knew at that point that, that was who I wanted to be.”

and he was like wow you're so cool omfg

also joshua gets impressed every time you hold your sword

HIS EYES LITERALLY LIGHT UP

he says he wants to learn how to use a sword too because he's a prince but he's really scared

you: josh hold my sword, it's literally not gonna do anything just hoLD IT

josh: wHAT IF IT FALLS ON MY FOOT AND SLICES IT OFF

and you were like I think staying in the tower for too long has lowered your IQ level

but you also told Josh that if he didn't like holding a sword, then he doesn't have to, because you were there to protect him with your life

and you didn't realize but Joshua was looking at you with HEART EYES

soon enough, reached the palace and you were kinda upset that you know joshua had to go and well,,, get married and part of you really wished it wouldn't work out

because you had bonded with him so well you just ,,,,, started liking him and it broke your heart knowing you couldn't have him

besides, he didn't reciprocate anything either so it'd be useless to even imagine

but when you told the king and queen and they met joshua

they were like ??? you didn't get the message??

and you were like what message??

“the princess already found someone she liked and she's getting married in like a month–?”

and you were pissed more than you were happy

not because all this effort was for nothing but the fact that poor joshua,,, he might have been looking forward to this

so you talked to the king and queen and they said that joshua should go back to his country now

you left the room and started crying because you felt as if it was all your fault

“hey, are you okay?” you heard a voice behind you say,,,,, it was joshua

you wiped your tears, “y-yeah I'm good,” you managed to choke out.

and before you could leave, joshua wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his chest, where you broke down and told him everything

you especially kept on apologizing to him and said that you'd make everything right and even find him a princess if you have too

“its okay if the princess doesn't want to marry me,,,, cause I found my princess right here,” he cooed and you chuckled because he was so cheesy,, typical Joshua

“but still josh, I'll take you back to the tower and all,” you told him

“nope, no need too– I need to go back to my country and look after my people as well, I've done enough damage as it is.”

“right”

“are you going to come with me if I go?” he asked, hoping you'd say yes

“I'm a knight, i can't leave the country....” you answered.

and then Josh was like okay hollup I'll talk to the king and the queen

and boi went into the room where the king and queen were while you waited outside and they called you inside eventually

and the king and queen were like,, “we would like you to resign,,, so you can marry joshua and go rule his country.”

and you were like ??????HOW DID HE SWEET TALK THEM INTO THIS EYE

the king and queen said they'd like to give you an official good bye if you could stay for another two to three days and you and Josh agreed

Josh had to stay in one of the palace rooms

and it was 7am you were going to talk to joshua about something very important and you knocked and opened his room door

anD HE WAS STANDING WITHOUT A SHIRT

“o-oh my god,,,, IM SO SORRY!” you yelled, as you covered your eyes and bowed profusely

and Joshua chuckled, as he walked towards you, removing your hands from your eyes, eventually pining you against the door,,,

“darling– don't like act like this is the first time you've seen me naked,,,,, we both know you've been quite scandalous.”

[z-iridest]

Love Wins: An Ejirou Kirishima x fem! reader

(A comfort fic for a friend in need.... I hope this helps you feel at least a bit better... Ily 🥺🥺🥺🥺���)

Warnings: Slight Angst (attack of the insecurity demons), language, Plus Ultra Fluff

It was just one of those days....

One of those days where nothing you ever did felt good enough... One of those days where the demons of insecurity wouldn't shut the hell up about every flaw you saw in yourself, every little thing about yourself that you hated... And every shitty day always starts with a shitty morning....

For whatever reason, your alarm clock had reset out of nowhere, so when you had woken up that morning, it was 10 minutes before school started. You had jumped out of bed like your worst fear was about to end your whole life by you just being in those covers and got dressed as fast as you could, running the brush impatiently through your hair... Which only made things worse due to the pain caused by stubborn knots. Thankfully, it had happened while you were living in the dorms, so you managed to make it into your seat with near seconds to spare.... But, Iida still lectured you later for being almost late and running in the halls. You just kept your mouth shut, knowing arguing with Iida would just make things worse.... The day from there was.... Rocky at best, but your mind shoving down the negativity starting to surface. Everything would be okay... It was still early, after all, pleanty of time for things to get better...

At least... That's what you thought..... By the time it was your turn in the line to get something from the cafeteria, they were out of your f/f, which wouldn't have upset you most days, but after waking up late, the bad grade on last week's homework and Mineta getting handsy with you while you were at your locker, it was just dragging you down even more.

Of all the people to get paired up with, Aizawa just had to choose Bakugo. No surprise, you got your ass handed to you, all with Bakugo yelling at you in his trademark "tough love" bullcrap he always pulled. "Come the fuck on, Y/N, quit giving me weak attacks! Actually try hard for once, you useless dumbass! Stop being worthless and give me all you've got!" Any other day and you wouldn't take it personally. That kind of talk was just him trying to motivate you to do better in his own way.... But.... This was not one of those days... Today, it only pissed you off. As soon as he made one false move, you hit him... Hard. He hit the ground harder than he ever had before. He'd gotten the wind knocked out of him for a split second and looked up at you in shock as you glared down at him.

"How's that for worthless?" You snarled before storming off, done with the bullshit. You knew everybody was watching you leave, your eyes leaking with angry tears as you headed for the locker rooms. You knew that stunt probably gotten everyone worried, if Kirishima had been there, it definitely would have worried him....

Kirishima....

Just when you thought today couldn't get any worse, you remembered that your boyfriend wasn't even at school that day. He was at his work study with Fat Gum. Your lip trembled as you changed out of your uniform and ran for your dorm room. Your sunshine in dark days like this wasn't here to warm you up... Your rock wasn't here to help you through today like he always was....

As soon as you slammed your door shut behind you, you broke down, sobbing hard as you slid to the floor, your back against the solid surface of the door. You needed your Kiri, and he wasn't here... But, the second you were alone, the demons really attacked you, as if the events of today had been just one of them at a time. But now.... Now, that you were alone, all of your doubts came crashing down on you like an ambush from the worst villains.

You're worthless...

You can't do anything right...

You can't even look pretty even if you did try...

You're not cut out to even be a mediocre hero...

Ejirou deserves better than you...

It was a few hours after the outburst during combat training that Kirishima arrived back at the dorms. He had a bright grin on his face as he looked for you, his beautiful, sweet girl, but... His smile fell when he couldn't find you. He saw Bakugo approaching him... And he had a black eye. "What the hell? What happened to you?" Kirishima asked.

"Your girlfriend happened... Something's up with her, I'd check on her sooner than later. I'd do it myself, but she's pissed at me." Bakugo answered Kirishima bluntly. Kirishima automatically took off for your room, knowing the way by heart. I'm comin', baby, I'm comin'. He thought. He had a bad suspicion about why you had gone so hard on Bakugo, and knowing you, he was 99% sure that his suspicion was right... Much to his own horror, his hunch had been right. You were asleep next to your bed on the floor, tear stains on your face. There was a look of misery on your face, even as you slept, and it made his heart sink low into his gut at the sight... His baby, his Queen, his Goddess... He didn't have to even wake you up to ask you what was wrong. He could tell that you'd had a bad day, and from the looks of things, him being away had made things a hell of a lot worse. He walked over to you, gently putting his arms under you and lifting you up bridal style. You startled awake, about ready to punch whoever was holding you when you heard it.

"Whoa, whoa, baby, it's me. Calm down." Kirishima's voice reached your ears and your head snapped up, relief finally flooding your face as you saw the face of your boyfriend looking back at you.

"You're home..." You started, but your happiness at being held in his arms vanished as you remembered what happened that day and started crying all over again. Kirishima hugged you, letting you cry it out as he sat down on your bed with you in his lap. Thank God tomorrow was a weekend and a day he had off from his work study... You started venting about your day through your tears, and he tensed in anger when you mentioned Mineta, but he shook it from his head. Once you were calm and happy again, he'd confront Mineta... That grape headed pervert's punishment could wait... Or maybe he'd just stick to telling Aizawa and letting him take care of Mineta, either way, the perv was in no way, shape or form gonna get off easy if he had something to say about it. He stiffened when your rant turned into tearing yourself down, and he was pretty damn quick to stop you.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, baby, listen to me. I know today was a shitty day, and I'm sorry I wasn't able to help you out all day but you know what? I'm here now, we're gonna cuddle the night away while watching your favorite movie, and tomorrow, you and I are gonna go out and have fun so you can get your mind off things."

"Wait, but what about your work study?" You asked him just as he opened his mouth to say more. He grinned down at you.

"I have the day off from it tomorrow." Kirishima told you, making your eyes widen. "But right now, let's shut down those demons in your head together, yeah?" He asked before grinning. "I can't let my baby be sad while I cuddle her." He gave you a bear hug and nuzzled into where your neck met your shoulder, reveling in the sound of your giggles. He loved that sound so much... He then gently cupped your cheeks, pulling your head down to kiss the top of it. "I love your (insert hair texture and thickness), h/c hair." He pressed a kiss to your forehead before pressing a kiss right under each eye. "I love these beautiful, mesmerizing e/c eyes." He pressed a kiss to your nose, making you scrunch it as you giggled. "I love the way your cute nose scrunches when I kiss it." He kissed both your cheeks before smiling at you, his bright grin making you smile back. "And most of all, I love, love, love when those beautiful lips are turned up into the most goregous smile I've ever known." He pressed a sweet and tender kiss against your lips, having to resist grinning when you kissed back. When the two of you pulled away, he grinned down at you. "Well... Almost as much as I love how perfect those same lips fit with mine whenever we kiss." He wiggled his eyebrows, making you giggle at his antics. As you giggled, he brought your interlaced hands to his lips, kissing the back of each of yours before showing you. "See, my goddess? We fit perfectly, just like two pieces of a puzzle. You're the love and light of my life, and there's no one I'd rather be with than you, baby. Not a single person or thing could ever change that." He told you. You smiled through tears. After the bull you'd gone through that day, this... This is exactly what you needed.

In just a few minutes, the two of you were cuddled under the blankets, Kirishima's arms around you, holding you close as the two of you watched the movie together. Your eyes were closed as a sigh of content left your lips, Kirishima kissing your temple. He whispered sweet words into your ear, words that slayed the demons that had been dragging you down in their ambush hours before. If the demons in your head were villains, Kirishima was your chivalrous, brave hero. He had never failed to rescue you from the despair of the demons' attacks, never failed to be your flashlight in the dark times. And you knew that when the times came, you'd do the same for your Kiri in his time of need...

After all... Even in the darkest times, love always wins.

(Like I said before, @bisexualmattholtstan, hope this Plus Ultra fluff helped you feel at least a little better ^^)

[askmathiaskohler]

What were your viking days like dude? I've heard all about your counterparts and whatever but not you! You should tell us!!

Mathias: AHA! Now that is quite the loaded question! Not that I mind, of course. I love talking about myself and my history! I hope you are ready for me to talk your ear off, ven.

[ / He pauses for a moment, scratching his chin in thought as he ponders over something. ]

Mathias: Or would it be ears? Would I just be talking one off, or both? I guess that ears would be more accurate, since there are quite a few of you tuned in... AGH! That’s off topic, haha! forgive me.

[ / He shakes his head, as if to try and shake off the distractions, before he once again focuses on the camera. Repositioning himself in his chair, so that he can be more comfortable, he continues. ]

Mathias: Now historians have put specific time stamps on things that I wouldn’t consider very accurate, so I’m not a hundred percent on what span of time you’re referring to. The beginning? The middle? The tail end? Whatever, I’m going to answer it all just to play it safe! Forgive me, though. The history people have timestamped me as an old man, so I may not remember everything. 

Mathias: I wouldn’t have considered myself a víkingr until... I believe the late stone age. A drengr, most definitely, but the most I ever explored was the woods of my home. I think I crossed into my grandfathers territory more then once, but I can’t remember for certain...  Mathias: The culture that would eventually become so broadly defined as “vikings...” [ / He holds his hands up to emote air quotations when he says that, before his hands drop to his sides once more; out of frame. ] Mathias: ... Began to truly stir shortly before my far disappeared. The battle, the exploration, the glory! Do not get me wrong, we had always been a warmonger group of peoples who settled our issues with the sharp end of an axe, but the adventures cross the seas and through the river channels did not start until... Well, very shortly after I found my lillebror.  Mathias: I cannot remember the date, or the year, or anything. You will have to forgive me, we were not exactly keeping calendars and writing down occasions! But I believe the stamp on them is... 4000? [ / There’s an exclamation of a correction that can be heard in the background from Mathias’ guest, Wilhelm. “5000!” And with this, Mathias lets out a hearty laugh; shaking his head nonchalantly. ] Mathias: 5000, my mistake. I suppose Wilhelm can’t take a compliment that he looks much younger then he is! 

[ / There is a bark of laughter heard from a few rooms over, though Mathias does return his attention to the camera so that he can continue to answer the question. ] Mathias: But I would say that me taking a boat to the sea to find my bror could serve as my “víkingr badge.” And let me tell you, raising a child was way more challenging then anything else that was thrown my way. Regardless, young Eluf-

[ / His eyes widen for a second, puffing out his cheeks as he blows out an awkward breath, before he laughs and corrects himself. ]

Mathias: Berwald turned out well.  Mathias: He and I were very different, though. He was much more... I can’t remember the English word. It starts with an F? He was very.. financial. Ja, that works. He was much more interested in the idea of trade, while I was more interested in swinging an axe and earning my fruit that way! I was dubbed a berserkr shortly before my boat hit the coastline of Norway because of how much I liked to get high and raid! Ah.. Simpler times. Mathias: I guess that is why people tried to worship me as Þórr...  Þórr! I mean, I guess I can see the comparison... Liking to fight, liking to drink, handsome... Not to mention my far oh so creatively named me Tore. But that surely wasn’t great for my ego, HA!

[ / His face lights up, as he thinks of yet another point to divulge into. He lifts his hand with his pointer finger up, and a bright smile lights up his face. It’s clear that this one-sided discussion is pleasing to him. ]

Mathias: OH! Speaking of Norway, that was when I met Lukas! Flíri was his name at the time, and he was so entrancing that I made a complete fool of myself trying to get his attention!  Mathias: I mean... It made an impression, obviously. I’m guessing me covered in deer piss and blood did something for him! It was an impressive hunt, though, I get that. But I mistook him for a woman! Seriously! I thought he was just a flat chested woman with a deep voice. I think that’s what I said to him actually. “I thought you were a flat chested woman!”

[ / A guffaw resonates from him as throws his head back. After a few seconds, he manages to wind down and once again looks at the camera; His arms now crossed over his chest, to give his fidgeting hands something to do. ] 

Mathias: Somehow- some way- he came back to my encampment with me. Hey, if it works it works! And I’m very good at being foolish. Mathias: For a while, the three of us- Eluf,  Flíri and me- lived under the roof of... 

[ / He pauses, letting out an “ugh” sound as he rolls his eyes. His fingers begin to tap his brachium, a tick, before he resumes. ]

Mathias: Magnus... And Sindri, I guess. Things were much, much different back then and I considered them both friend and family. I was blind to them and their... Whatever, moving on. Mathias: It was a nice settlement. Stable, close enough to the water for resources but not close enough to be often raided, plentiful greens and wild life... It was a good place to raise Emil! Though his given name was Tait. A place where I could teach him how to use a sword without worrying about someone trying to use one against him. Mathias: Ja, I would say that Lukas and I threw our towels in whenever we found out about the kids. Not to say we never raided again, that’s laughable! But it wasn’t often that we boarded a long ship together to go pick on some monks. If anything, it was usually one of us while the other stayed to watch him. And usually, I was the one on the long ship and he was the one who stayed.  Mathias: It wasn’t like I raided alone, though. I had people who always had a place in my crew if they were around! Wilhelm, Bjorn... Sindri... Eluf, obviously. On the few occasions that Magnus would leave his jarl chair to come with us, he was also on the ship. 

[ / He looks up, trying to recall everyone, while he counted them out on his fingers. ]

Mathias: Ingrid, Eira... If she wasn’t frothing. Olga! Olga more so. It was like she had an addiction to carnage! She was there almost every raid season! Mathias: Those are the people you’ll know, anyways. The one’s still around! Humans had an even shorter life span back then, so it’s understandable to expect that none of them were immortal. I can’t even remember many of their names... Mathias: That was around the time that it began to tank, though. With the spreading of Christianity and us not being able to keep a foothold... 

[ / He lets out a hollow sounding laugh, and for a moment he looks a little sad. But, he’s quick to don a tight lipped smile. ]

Mathias: It’s weird how quickly things changed, and sometimes I wonder about how things would be if they hadn’t. But everyone is constantly evolving, and if that was meant to be the end... then that was meant to be the end.

[gencat21]

NCT - Him saying something hurtful to you and you get hurt afterward (2)

NCT Dream

Requested

RENJUN

"So, how do you say this?" he asked you again, and your mind went blank. You begged Renjun to teach you Chinese a while ago, but you had a tiny problem. For some reason, no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't understand. Being a foreigner learning Korean better but actually wanting to learn at least some basic Chinese was harder than expected. To the point where Renjun was getting frustrated. "You don't pay attention or something? Y/N, I've tried for months to teach you but you don't get anything. Are you dumb or something? Aish! I don't think I can do this anymore. I'm done." He stood up from the floor and went to the kitchen while Jisung just sat there looking at his Hyung, wondering why he exploded like that. His eyes went from the back of Renjun to you, who was still sitting on the floor but with eyes getting watery while you gathered all of your stuff slowly. Were you holding back your tears? He saw how you stood up and without saying anything, you left the dorm, but he couldn't forget the cast that you had taken off a day before, could you really stand up and leave quickly like that? "Hyung, " Jisung stood up from the couch he was on and went to the kitchen.

"Yes?"

"Hm… she just left." He said, somewhat nervous just in case Renjun wanted him to stop you.

"Without saying anything? What's gotten over her?"

"Hyung, you kind of… not kind of, you actually called her dumb. She seemed sad then she stood up and then left." Realization hits Renjun at that moment and remembered that the way he said you were dumb was hurtful. It was hard for you to learn Chinese when you weren't perfectly good at Korean either. He immediately left what he was doing at the kitchen to run after you.

His heart breaks at the sight of you right outside of the dorm door on the floor knowing that you didn't have to leave so quickly and tried to run when you actually couldn't.

"Y/N," his voice seemed sad as he crouched beside your crying figure. "Baby, let me help you up. You know your leg is not healed completely for you to be so harsh on it." His hand sweetly caressed your head.

"I'm just really dumb," you said, not lifting your eyes from your leg.

"No, you're not sweetie. The dumb here is me for even saying that to you. I'm really sorry." He carefully delivered his words making sure you can understand every word.

"You are dumb," for the first time you looked at his eyes ever since you fell on the floor.

"Forgive me?"

"I will think about it."

"Hot chocolate for my princess?"

"Sure."

JENO

He was going through something, but you didn't know what to do about that. All you wanted to do was help him overcome whatever he was going through, and instead, you were sitting in front of him drinking your ice coffee while staring at him and how he was looking outside with a straight face. No exchange of words, no exchange of looks, no eye smile he always has on no matter what. You were just there in silence thinking why he planned this date a week ago when he was just going to ignore you. "Can I ask what is going on inside your head?" You asked when you couldn't entertain yourself with your coffee since it was over.

"No, "

"Will, you ever tell me?"

"I don't think so, " he answered.

"You don't trust me?" You wondered, looking at him waiting for him to tell you, yes, instead he remained quiet and full of thought. That silence put pressure against your heart. Does that mean he doesn't trust you at all? After a year into the relationship? You got full of thought and just looked at his side face for a minute. His silence answered your question. And your heart broke. "I thought we were on the same page here but apparently we are not." A tear was begging to appear but you contained it by looking at the ceiling.

You were a sensitive girl you had to admit, but that occasion was just so painful for you for two reasons. Jeno didn't trust you, and when you stood up to leave you ended up crashing with a waiter that had a tray of hot coffee that found its way to fall on you. I repeat, hot coffees. You yell in pain when your chest and stomach started to burn in a way that you just broke down right there. The Jeno situation plus this was enough for you to let it all out.

Jeno looked at you as soon as you stood up and wanted to stop you but when the boy crashed onto you, he just didn't know what to say or do. "Babe, I—” he started to say but you already left the coffee shop and he wanted to punch himself for that. The truth was that he was jealous of Jaemin because ever since you met Jeno there has been this bond between Jaemin and you, like sister and brother, no feelings involved. And you have gotten mad about it because you felt like he didn't trust you enough when you said you were friends.

That's why it hurt your feelings when he didn't answer. You thought that was left in the past, you thought he had grown out of it. You were wrong.

Obviously, he ran after you, thinking about taking you to the hospital but you ignored him completely. You wanted to go home and nowhere else, and not being near him. " Where are you going?"

"Home, can't you see." You said, trying to stop crying even thought your chest and stomach were in pain.

"We should go to the hospital."

"My mom will treat me this," you said and continued to ignore him until you got home and left him behind. He called you that night, and the night before not being able to see you due to busy schedule, or so he said. Three days later he was on your bedroom door, with no eye smile.

"Can we talk?" Your eyes stared at his figure on your door, wanting to say yes but not wanting to open your mouth at all. "I was… jealous of Jaemin again. I saw he texted you when you went to look for our coffee and couldn't help but to feel jealous. I couldn't tell you because you were going to get mad at me again but I just can't hide my feelings and I'm sorry.” he said while you listened, getting upset about the " Jaemin" thing again.

"So… either way you don't trust me. I understand—" he cut you off mid-sentence, seeing Jeno get m frustrated for the first time in your life. "No, I do trust you! But even though he is one of my best friends I can't help but feel like he will steal you away from me. He could if he wanted, and that's scary." Instead of being mad at him, that disappeared and you felt sad.

"Babe… he will never.”

" I'm sorry.”

"Say sorry by asking my mom for that cream she put on me for the burn that practically was your fault.” you laughed a little so he could stop being so tense. Guess that was not going to happen, because the other concern was your stomach. It really got burned. Anyone could see the mark it was about to leave.

DONGHYUCK

You were getting pissed. You couldn't control it. He was joking trying to bother you so much today that your patience was running out. He knew you were hard to tease, and he decided that today was the day that he was going to tease you for the first time and do anything that would get you annoyed. At first, it was all fun, but it was getting to a point that you just wanted to run away after punching him in his extremely handsome face. "DONGHYUK, JUST LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE ALREADY." he was startled by you suddenly screaming his name instead of Baby, and then smiled because he got what he wanted. "are you mad?" He asked you. "I came to spend the day with you and you've been bothering me all day and joking around, can't you be a little more mature?" You lowered your voice but still raised your voice to let out all the frustration you had been locking up the whole day. His face was not playful anymore, in fact, he was getting a little mad as well

"Can't you fucking be a little less boring? When we got together I understood you were more of a serious girl but you're just boring."

"Sure, whatever." You said, totally hiding the fact that he saying you were boring was not hurtful at all. "There's no point in being together don't you think? I will just be annoying you by how boring I am, let's you leave this right here." You said, starting to look for the few things you had outside of your bad like your keys, phone, and wallet.

He stood behind you watching what you were doing not getting in his head that you were getting ready to leave on the only day you had to see each other for more than an hour. "That's not what I meant." Until he saw you grabbing your bag and walking straight to the door and started panicking.

"No, that's what you meant. I'm not stupid, I heard you." In a flash you opened the door and closed it, ignoring him calling out your name. You just continued walking through the people, not caring about him not being behind you or anything. You still had in your mind that there was no point to be with someone that you will never make happy no matter what. Or at least for a couple of minutes. Until you remembered how he said that you were boring. "I am really that boring?" You asked your self, completely lost in thought until you heard people yelling at someone to get out of the way. And realizing that that person was you but not being able to do anything because it was already too late was the worst part. Hopefully, the person driving the car stopped before he could hit you in a way that you would just have died. Instead, it touched you. You fell to the ground anyway and felt pain on your right leg. The lady got out of the car immediately and ran to you say how sorry she was and you almost could see her eyes getting full of tears. "It was my fault, I didn't pay attention to where I was going. I'm sorry."

Haechan was going to run after you but he got the most unnecessary call from his manager that he ended up hanging up, but when he got out of the dorm there was no sign of you. How he was so stupid to answer that call at that moment. He just started running in a direction while calling you to your phone to find out where you were. Did you just break up with him? Was it over for you two already? No way. He regretted his words because you weren't boring at all, but there was no way to tell you that since he lost you. A few minutes after his heart stopped when he heard people screaming at someone to stop or to be careful. He wished that person it wasn't you. But he heard your voice screaming for a few seconds due to pain. There was a mini crowd of people in the sidewalk in which he pushed around until he saw you being carried by two men that were helping a lady getting you inside her car. His heart broke when he saw a few tears rolling down your cheeks.

"Y/N!" You heard him and couldn't help but to roll your eyes while you were being placed inside the car "I'm her boyfriend can I go with you?" He said to the lady totally desperate, and the lady felt pity for him so she said yes and he sat beside you in the backs it without touching your leg. You avoided his eyes at all cost but you knew he was glancing at you with the puppy eyes you loved and hated at the same time. "You're not boring, " he broke the silence. "Whatever, " still avoiding his eyes. "Stop looking at me, "

"No, you're gorgeous."

"I hate you, "

"And I love you so forgive me, "

"Whatever, " you said but finally looked at him and laughed a little, seeing him feeling relieved.

JAEMIN

"Can't understand how you got to debut." His voice was audible as soon as the music on your phone stopped. You turn around to see him standing on the door arms crossed, and you can't help but look somewhere else to hide the fact that those words were actually hurtful. But you couldn't show him that to him, right? "Look who's talking," you didn't know where the strength to respond back came from. "There were actually a lot of other girls that could have debuted in your place, guess they wasted the spot completely." You laugh ironically, knowing that it was true. You spent hours and hours practicing you singing and dancing because you knew you were there for your looks. But looks don't give you talent. No matter how beautiful you are, you have to work hard to get the skills you lack, and that's what you were doing for longer than your schedule had planned for you. In that case, hearing say something you already knew was hurtful, and more when you knew what he was doing there. "It's enough, Jaemin."

"Don't like the truth?"

"Stop,"

"Can't hear fac—"

"Just because you're in love with me and we cant be with each other doesn't mean you have hurtful towards me. You're not the only one that got a broken heart so please leave so I can fucking practice." And without another word you olay the song again and start to practice harder. Three hours later, you let yourself fall on the floor panting hard, feeling how every single muscle from your body was hard to move. You couldn't. The tiredness was extreme, and you couldn't remember if you had taken water while sweating for all that time. Did you have lunch? You can't remember. Your eyes were barely able to look at the ceiling due to the lights hurting your eyes. And slowly your eyes get closed until you lost consciousness of your surroundings.

He couldn't really focus on the recording they were doing, his mind only was thinking about you and how he really got over the line while trying to push you away and forget about how much he liked you. As soon as he finished, he went back to the dance room where he saw you lying on the floor with your eyes closed, and panicked washed all of his face. He quickly threw himself on the floor beside you and held your face while calling your name softly. For his luck, they opened. But they looked so tired that he regretted more than ever saying that before.

"Are you okay? Did you faint? I'm sorry. For what I said, this is just difficult for me. I can't control my words lately and… "

"Everything was dizzy," you ignored the other things he said after you promised yourself not to talk about what you two went through a little while ago. " I was really dizzy. So I laid down and next thing I know you're grabbing my face like this." He noticed he was holding your face with both hands, but doesn't think about taking them away. He did not want to.

"Do you want something? Anything I can get from you?" He was nervous to see you so worn out. after all. He liked you.

"Just call my manager, tell her to please take me home. Even though I'm not supposed to be here right now."

"Anything else?" He nods and shifts his eyes all over your face, remembering why he loved it so much.

"And stop talking with me… we can't be doing this and you know it."

"I know,"

CHENLE

Your eyes were fixed on the broken piece on the floor, not believe what happened. You didn't want to stumble and end up breaking something that looked so expensive. It was a simple vase, but it looked like it was worth more than your entire life and you wanted nothing more than disappear in the thin air. As soon as Chenle heard the loud sound of glass breaking, he ran outside his house. You were supposed to just go for a glass of water, nothing else. Your heart was beating fast, and tears started to roll down your cheeks and when you saw Chenle with his mouth wide open. "I'm sorry It was not my intention to break this I—”

" What did you just do?" He yelled at your figure crouched on the floor.

“I—it was no—” you wanted to say in between sobs, but he was not listening to you. All he could hear was his parents scolding him for breaking that.

"You just went for water, you can't even do that right?” his words echoed inside your head, and it just felt like a vivid Deja Vu. It wasn't, but the words were similar to your parents telling you that all the time. You had found comfort when Chenle appeared in your life as the first person that was proud of you for anything that you had put your effort into. And then he left you alone like your parents have done your entire life. The tears didn't stop falling even if you tried to calm yourself down. You opted for at least pile all the pieces of glasses together while thinking about looking for broom at least. But you didn't know if he wanted you to throw it away or leave there. Either way, you piled them. "Ah, ” you whined when you felt a piece of glass piercing your hand. " everyone is right, I can't do anything right.” you decided to ignore it and finish to pile it up until you see that the cut in your hand was bleeding more than normal. In the end, it wasn't that deep, but it was bleeding a lot. You thanked God that the floor was not covered by a carpet, because it was dripping. "Aish, " you said a little bit loud for your liking and tried to cover your hand from dripping more with your other hand while ran you went to the bathroom. Chenle was looking for a broom to clean the mess you did while frowning and thinking what his parents were going to do and pissed with you for causing him trouble, obviously until he saw the blood on the floor, and knowing that it wasn't his he panicked.

There was something that worried him more than his parents taking off all his privileges and scolding him, and it was seeing you hurt and crying in the bathroom. He saw how you had your hand close to your eyes so you could see if there was a piece of glass, and then putting pressure on it so It could stop bleeding. The anger was forgotten at that point, and then he regretted yelling at you. Just seeing you so broken was enough to do that. He silently walked to you and carefully grabbed your wrist to take a look at the cut.

He pulled you to the toilet and sat you there while looking everywhere in the bathroom for the first aid kit. He crouched in front of you and with a cotton he started to clean your wound as carefully as he could, and from time to his eyes went to your face. Your look was lowered, and the almost dry tears were visible to him.

You wanted to speak but knew that saying sorry was not fixing the expensive vase. "It's okay, ” he said sweetly. " my parents have enough money to buy 10 of the same vase. They should just do that." He tried to joke, but your expression was the same. You felt sorry and there was anything that could be done. you couldn't pay it back. "Look at me, " he ordered, still sweet. You did so. "It's okay, "

"Your words said a different thing earlier."

"But they were not true, I was shocked."

"I'm sorry." You felt your tears watering again.

"Give me a kiss and it will be good, okay?" You smiled at his cheesiness.

JISUNG

"Leave me alone, Jisung." You said as you walked quickly through the hall with your books in hand. You were going to be late for your other class since someone wanted to pester you and finding a reason to stand in your way. You couldn't say be was bullying you, he just liked to bother you and make you pissed for no reason, and you hated him for that. Even though he was the cutest boy you've ever met. At some point, you thought he liked you the same way you liked him, you how they say that if a boy bothers you it means that he likes you. He bothered you but made clear he would like anyone but you. It was hurtful at first, but you got over that. "Why should I?

" Gosh, you need me at school if not you would have nothing else to do, right?" You stopped abruptly and he did the same, following you with a cheeky smile. "Don't flatter yourself, Y/N. You could disappear and no one will notice. Or at least I wouldn't." Your heart skipped a beat, and not for a good reason. You have thought that before, but hearing a person actually saying that to you struck your heart so suddenly that all you could do was look somewhere else and continue walking.

Next day you didn't show up at school, and his lie fell right down on him. When he walked through the hallway and didn't see your figure in your locker, he frowned and asked himself why you weren't there. He knew you had math first period and walked past the classroom but didn't see you there. And for some reason, he started to worry.

At recess, he saw your group of friends at their table and decided to go and ask. "Excuse me, I'm sorry for interrupting but do you know where's Y/N?" They all looked at each other with a worried look, remembering why you were at school today.

"She's in the hospital."

His world crashed down. Or at least that's what he felt. "Why?"

"We don't know yet, her mother just told us that."

After that, he was anxious all day. The hours were slow, each period seeming longer than they have ever been, and when the last class ended, his body jumped from his seat and the first person to leave school was him.

You opened your eyes to see the doctor beside you writing something while speaking to your mom at the same time. "She must wake up anytime so— oh, look who's awake."

"Sweetie, my love, " your mom called your name. "What have I told you about skipping meals? You should eat more, and sleep more, and do what humans beings need to survive

"I forget, " you said as you could, and smiled when your mom kissed your forehead. The doctor helped you sit down on the bed and gave you a glass of water.

"Also, why you never told me you had a boyfriend? I thought you trusted me."

"I don't have one, mom."

"Then who's the nervous boy sitting outside? He's genuinely worried about you." You got more confused as she was talking. What boy? "I will let him in, he's really cute. You would look good together." She started to go to the door, told the boy to enter and just left. "Who is the mother here, her or is it me?" You were saying until his face appeared in sight. "Wh—what are you doing here?"

"You weren't at school." He seemed hesitant. He was standing in the door and didn't know what to do or say. Until he finally got the courage to walk slowly to you, who was still confused." How are you feeling?"

"What do you want, Jisung? Weren't you the one that told me that if I disappear you wouldn't even notice?"

"Don't disappear." He said to the speed of light, so fast that you were shocked. "Never."

"Do you need someone to bother so bad? Get a girlfriend, you're already annoying anyway."

"It's true. I would bother you if you were my girlfriend anyway."

"What do you mean?"

"That I like you. And that somebody needs to check that you are eating well all the time." You've never hard him be this straight forward for all your high school years. He bothered you, and most off the time it was silently. Now that he was saying that to you, you didn't know what to do more than just stare at his eyes, figuring out if it was a joke. But he would travel from school to here just for a simple stupid joke. "I know I've gotten you to hate me all these years but it's because I never had the nerves to tell you that. But you had to get me all anxious and worried for me to actually tell you. And I realized that I have try my best to win your heart."

"It will not be that hard, actually." You murmured.

"What do you mean?"

"Let's see what happens."

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

[punkscowardschampions]

Janis & Jimmy

Janis: What are you doing Saturday? Janis: Trick question, you're getting out my pocket and I'm cashing in that favour Janis: 🤞 Jimmy: there's your answer Janis: You don't know what it is yet Janis: might be a step too far, far as favours go Jimmy: go on, spit it out Janis: It's really shit, I'm aware, before you say it Janis: but it's my sister's kid's birthday party and I can't get out of it apparently 'cos they're little and shit so I have to make an appearance 😒 Janis: as if it'd remember but you know Jimmy: how old? Jimmy: that factors into how shit it'll be before you assume I'm baking or buying balloons Janis: you just have to come with not plan it Janis: oh and you could bring bobby if you need to Jimmy: alright Janis: it's a 1st birthday but there'll be kids his age too so Janis: only you and I need suffer 'cos I said so Jimmy: 👍 Janis: you don't have to but Jimmy: I said alright Jimmy: calm it down, my dear Janis: I am calm Janis: they're extra, is what I'm trying to warn you Jimmy: I've met Gracie, I reckon that's fair warning Janis: just saying Janis: pretend you're mute if any of them start yapping Jimmy: 💪 and 🤐 got it Janis: 😏 your specialty, exactly Jimmy: nowt challenging bout none of it Janis: trust, there is Janis: but thanks Jimmy: if you ain't up to it, mate Jimmy: just saying, I am Jimmy: no challenge too big Janis: already told you, got no choice, like Janis: not ability it's desire Jimmy: 🎻💔🎻 Jimmy: don't need owt but desire for me Janis: 🙄 lord Janis: do I need to warn them about you as well 😏 Jimmy: you telling me you ain't Janis: my family have low standards Janis: you're basically an 😇 to them Janis: soz to your rep Jimmy: properly 😢💔💔💔😢 Janis: I know Janis: such a bad boy, like Janis: but you know you ain't knocked me about or knocked me up so winner Jimmy: 🥇 Janis: apparently the dress code is kinda well, dressy so Janis: another warning Jimmy: what are you saying about my clothes there, babe? Janis: I like your clothes Janis: but awkward enough without feeling underdressed Janis: fuck knows what I'll find to put on Jimmy: take me shopping then, rich girl Jimmy: sort yourself out at the same time Janis: ugh Jimmy: come on Jimmy: it'll be a laugh Janis: alright Janis: it won't but why not Jimmy: challenge accepted Janis: 👍 Janis: when you wanna go Jimmy: when are you gonna gimme that real enthusiasm that I crave? Janis: I can't be excited about playing dress up, soz Jimmy: be excited about trying clothes on with me, dickhead Janis: alright Janis: 😏 I'll try Jimmy: 👍 Jimmy: we can go in a bit then Janis: you at work? Jimmy: not gonna let on that I'm with my other girlfriend 👵💕 Jimmy: bit rude that Janis: rather know Janis: might have some fashion I can cop Jimmy: 😂 Jimmy: hang on, I'll have a look Janis: tah Jimmy: florals 👍 or 👎 Janis: probably 👍 but I think it'd spontaneously combust if it touched me so Janis: '💎💎 EXTRA 🍾!!!!!!!!! HONEY 💋 But also make it pink & girlie 🌸🌺🌺🌸' is what we're going for Janis: as if that means anything Jimmy: Gracie, Gracie, Gracie Jimmy: what the fuck Jimmy: she'd be good for a borrow as long as you scrub yourself after Janis: however did you guess 🙄 Janis: bit rude to say about your missus Jimmy: I serve her ☕ every day Jimmy: on form today you an' all Janis: poor you Janis: and what are you talking about Jimmy: take my compliments about how funny you are and shut up Janis: don't tell me to shut up just 'cos you're busy with your main bitch Janis: learn some time management if you're gonna keep this up Jimmy: you're my main, she's one of many side chicks Jimmy: get it right Janis: 😩😭😍 Janis: so sweet Jimmy: 💕 Janis: gonna need to pre-drink this Jimmy: #duh Jimmy: getting us both wrecked Janis: the only way I can remotely do this Jimmy: I won't let you end up face down in the cake like my mum was for our kid's 1st Jimmy: not a #mood Janis: no Janis: only so much trauma you can bill as character building Janis: this little fuck already has enough Jimmy: I'll buy the kid an orchestra Janis: entertainment sorted Jimmy: 👍 Janis: going for a run Janis: in a bit Jimmy: run my way Janis: nah it's okay Janis: I'm not in the mood Janis: a good one Jimmy: and what? Jimmy: miserable twat every day me Janis: idk Janis: I just Jimmy: I get it Jimmy: why else do you think I want you here, girl? Janis: what do you mean? Jimmy: my only job ain't pouring coffee Jimmy: might cheer you up Jimmy: weird idea, I know Janis: great Janis: now I sound like a dick Jimmy: piss off Jimmy: shit sounds like how it is Janis: I can't explain Janis: it'd take me forever and you don't need to know Janis: I just hate being around them Jimmy: You just said as much as you needed to Jimmy: we ain't gotta ⛏️ Jimmy: left the mines behind, like Janis: alright Janis: but maybe I'm not ready to be cheered up Janis: all we do is bullshit being happy 'round here Jimmy: solidarity for feeling like shit even easier Janis: babe Jimmy: ? Janis: don't be nice Jimmy: alright Janis: convincing Jimmy: 🔪🔪alright 💔💔 Jimmy: better? Janis: you couldn't be mean if you tried 😏 Jimmy: are you challenging me? Janis: not really Janis: idk what I want Janis: be nice maybe Jimmy: baby Janis: mm Janis: I really hate everyone but you Jimmy: I love you Jimmy: bollocks to everyone else Janis: maybe that's what I wanted Janis: feels good anyway Janis: never don't Janis: Oh, and I love you too Jimmy: are you running? 'cause you're typing like you might be on it Janis: how presumptuous Janis: also don't do yourself down like that, it's not the ONLY time I ever say it Jimmy: 😏 Janis: not what I mean Janis: filth Jimmy: don't sound like me Jimmy: who else you chatting to? Janis: just the side hoes Janis: obvs Jimmy: 👋 Janis: are you saying hello to them or bye to me Jimmy: might be either Jimmy: keeping you guessing like that Janis: 🙄 Janis: so mysterious Jimmy: come here to me and I'll let you know Janis: quite the offer Jimmy: take it then Janis: hot Jimmy: 'course I am Janis: 😏 Janis: maybe I've had some drink but you can't blame me Jimmy: how much catching up I gotta do? Janis: do you have the shit mood to double down with Janis: if not just keep me company Janis: I miss you Jimmy: where am I going then? Janis: i'm coming there doofus Jimmy: I'm near done, we can go wherever Janis: home? Jimmy: I get it, you want real love 🐶💕 Janis: mhmm Janis: read my mind Jimmy: I can't promise she's home alone waiting for you though Janis: we're never alone Jimmy: I'll take you somewhere we can be Janis: yeah? Jimmy: I'm thinking Janis: hot Jimmy: don't put me off Janis: I'm down to barricade the door don't worry Jimmy: you're so Janis: I know Jimmy: I miss you too Janis: how much Jimmy: how much do you think? Janis: not enough Jimmy: what's enough? Janis: so much that we never leave bed again Janis: not much to ask for really Jimmy: what about so much we barely make it to bed? Jimmy: and then we never leave Janis: 😋 Janis: that's allowed Jimmy: good 'cause nobody can stop me Jimmy: that's how much I miss you, girl Janis: don't stop Janis: you're killing me Jimmy: I just said I can't Janis: good Jimmy: I've missed you all day Janis: it's unfair I can't be with you all the time actually Jimmy: I could get you a job here but I'd have to teach you some customer service first Janis: can't even say it's rude Janis: just fair Jimmy: get over here, lesson starts when you show up Janis: 😏 Janis: you do remember what happened when I turned up at your last job, yeah Jimmy: I weren't fuming about that then and I ain't gonna be now Janis: okay Janis: omw for my trial shift Jimmy: 👍 Jimmy: kicking the stranglers out, I reckon you need 1 on 1 instruction Janis: shit Janis: okay Janis: taking this very serious now Jimmy: it is serious, don't be pissing about Janis: aye aye Jimmy: 🥇 or nowt remember Janis: are you doubting me Janis: always 🥇 Janis: main bitch, remember Jimmy: giving you a chance to prove me wrong 'cause you're about that Jimmy: I'm gonna give you everything you want Janis: I really like you, you know Jimmy: main bitch an' all #obvs Janis: you know it Jimmy: 💕 Janis: are you gonna let me wear the apron or what Janis: the real questions Jimmy: what else are you gonna be wearing? Janis: nothing pink Janis: that's for sure Janis: the rest is up to you Jimmy: I heard nothing let's go with that Janis: works for me Janis: 🤤 Jimmy: I ain't requesting that be your uniform whenever you're on shift though, even if tips would be at a record high Jimmy: I can't be smacking every dickhead that comes in Janis: You're cute Jimmy: You're Janis: hanging on the edge of my seat, like Janis: what 😏 Jimmy: making me not wanna leave work Jimmy: such a skill that Janis: I'm motivational Janis: hire me for that alone Jimmy: convincing too Janis: sounds promising Janis: still, put me through my paces, like Jimmy: 'course Jimmy: It ain't an easy job, babe Janis: I can take it Janis: 💪 Jimmy: I know Janis: k have you got rid of everyone, nearly there Jimmy: on my own 💔🎻🎻 Janis: my poor baby Jimmy: Get a move on Jimmy: I need you Janis: [showin' up] Jimmy: [enthusiastic welcome before she's even really through the door cos we know he would] Janis: [just telling him how bad you missed him between kisses] Jimmy: [being very vocal in between kisses too but not with words] Janis: ['that's customer service is it?' 'cos clearly about it] Jimmy: ['keen, you ain't even in the door yet' but he ain't stopping any of what he's doing to let her lol] Janis: [puts one foot in like a nerd 'come on, gimme a chance, like'] Jimmy: [picks her up and carries her over the threshold like a bigger nerd] Janis: ['just want the job, if I'm honest, not your last name but' but you're grinning 'cos you love it] Jimmy: ['what makes you think I wouldn't take yours?' and grinning back cos imagine haha he's the whitest 'what were it again?'] Janis: [says it excessive accented] Jimmy: [shamelessly 😍 cos that's hot] Janis: [rolls her eyes 'cos always a thing but not mad] Jimmy: [leads her over to the counter and doing like a ghost pottery wheel style mood because down to the business of closing up but make it flirty] Janis: [just loving life and purposely messing up (but not drastically, not a dick lmao) so he has to show her again] Jimmy: [we're all just loving life being nerds] Janis: ['so, I got the job, right?' and a LOOK of course] Jimmy: [giving her a LOOK back and putting the apron on her as he takes other shit off her like maybe lemme just see how this looks] Janis: ['if any of your co-workers walk in right now, I swear to god' but showing off what your mama gave ya] Jimmy: [just loling 'could be your co-workers too' cos give her them compliments and then kisses obvs] Janis: ['don't worry, you'll still be my favourite'] Jimmy: [casually gonna just put her on that counter like the time at the CG when they put on a show for the squad but this time there ain't no audience bye] Janis: [just smiles like this is why and we know the rest honey] Jimmy: [god bless you babies then go home and snuggle Twix like that's your job] Janis: [when she called it home, bye] Jimmy: [technically it is cos we said she was moving in and he was getting a bigger bed so] Janis: [yeah but emotions boo] Jimmy: [you know it got me bitch] Janis: [just wait 'til you have your own forreal kids] Jimmy: [I will cry when we do that, don't even] Janis: [but for now, there's a party you don't wanna be at]

[cataclistosf]

The person I love the most is ...

We come across lots of people everyday and we interact with them. Majority of them are my relatives and friends while few are strangers whom we had not met earlier. Every person has his individual attitude, nature, behavior and temperament. Considering these factors, we are able to distinguish the person we love the most and in contrary, the person we hate the most.

Hello there! Welcome back to my blog, and for today's blog, I want to introduce to you the person I love the most. The person who ignites my life whenever it's dowsed. The person that is 24hours present to piss me off, to make me laugh, to make me cry, to make me happy, to make me sad, to make me excited and to make me feel that I'm always loved.

She has a round pimpled face, a big round eyes, puffy squashy nose, and a not so kissable lips. Behind these imperfections, for me she is still the most beautiful person I've ever met. For me, her face is the true index of her mind which is full of deep and pleasant ideas. Beautiful and impressive, her face is in all its glory and refinement.

She's that type of person that can make you laugh without any effort. She always make me laugh by simply sniffing and snorting her puffy squashy nose and whenever she forced to enlarge her already big eyes when she's angry. She's also that type of person that is easily pissed off. I always love to piss her off by turning off the lights whenever she's in the bathroom and by writing in her face when she's asleep. But she's also that type of person that you should'nt mess around,  'cause surely, she'll take her revenge. Me pissing her off prompted her revenge. I hated it when she secretly took my best clothes and leave me the lousy and ragged ones and I super hated it when she always attempt to post my stolen pictures in social media.

I miss her, I miss these memories with her. It's sad to think that we can only meet for one week in a year. But I understand, she need to do it for herself. She's a medical technologist and she is destined in Manila. But it's alright, there's still social media for us to keep in touch.

The best thing about her is that, she's not letting the long distance stop her on helping me out. She's always there to give an advice when I'm kind of lost. She's always there to help me in carrying tons of burdens. She's always there to remind me to take care. She's always there to help me understand the things that are bothering me. And the best thing about her, she's always there to let me feel that I'm loved.

She deserves my sincerest gratitude and even more. She deserves all of my love.

I fail to understand how god can carve such piece of beauty, she’s that amazing. Without her, I'm lost. And I'm really grateful because He created the most lovable person I've ever met and I love her till the stars fall down, till the skies meet this land, till I breath my last. She's the most beloved creature  that I've ever seen and no one can ever replace her.Her face is the most beautiful and her beauty lies in the way she manages everything. She lives in my thoughts and passions as much as I live in hers. She is the rainbow of my sky, the driving force of my life.

These are just the 1% of the reasons of why she is the most person I love.

May God bless her, look after her whenever she's alone, protect her from the works of the enemy and let her feel loved more than the way she love me.

I'm so thankful to our Creator, for creating the most lovable person in this world, the person that I call 'my sister'.

Her name really suits her, she's a 'PRINCESS'... and I'm the 'QUEEN'😁

[jonvoll]

Therapy session

Friend (A): "I think we should go for a walk"

Me: "sounds good we should talk"

*We go out into the night

Walk strait then take a right

And find ourselves in the park

Many hours after dark

But you can't see a single star

Because there is smoke coming from the only car

A: I used to choke on smoke

Me: when did it all start

A: sometime before my art...

A: before I broke my heart

Me: I just wish you would have known

Me: you had me and were not alone...

Me: but I want to know your story

no matter how gory

There's a promise I've kept

With you I'll always accept

A: you have my trust its just I want the world to know to show that even if it's strange I really have made a change

A: "it all started back in seventh grade

Long before I made that masquerade

When exactly it started I forget

But I know it started with a cigaret"

*we wander to his old school guided by the wanderers unspoken rule "you'll be drawn to where you can't move on"

A: oh wait I can't be sure, everything is still a blur

But I fear it started right around here

Me: do you remember who it was with

A: someone who had already fallen off the cliff

I'm sure they are somewhere in my memory

But I doubt they remember me...

A: Anyway one day I can't remember if it was September or December all I remember is it was cold I met my friends

one of them told me "I've already sold most of the pack but I'll cut you some slack" and gave one to me

In truth I felt kinda down but they had a grin and I had a frown

My curiosity got the best of me

And I asked for a light

Suddenly life seemed bright

I was free

Free from the tyranny

Of my family

*there is a moment of silence as we both struggle to remain composed for the sake of the other

Me: so what happened then

A: it was around this time I started to flirt and care about what type of shirt I wore I swore I would be somebody. It was also around this time I met my friend (C) who I'll never forget

Me: wasn't he a bad presence

A: only in adolescence and I know how this might sound but it was the other way around

Cause at first he was a goody two shoes who would never use and always choose to do what was right

But honestly he was very much like me

Me: you mean genuinely good but deeply misunderstood

A: not exactly he was more like me in that he suffered from curiosity

I remember it was eighth grade I'd made my masquerade

It was then when I first thought to try pot

And it made me suffer from apathy which honestly wasn't that bad I'd become numb to the beating of every drum because truthfully my life's melody was that of pain.

One day C looked at me and said

C: I need to get these things out of my head

And honestly my jealousy of your apathy leaves me in agony

A: hey, I got some pot back at my place

After school we will take that and it will erase

Everything you fear

And your only tear will be that of laughter after

We smoke

A: so he came with me and we took a toke

After that everything was a joke

He was free of agony

And what's more he was with me

Everyone in my social group was simply a troop in my empire an entire system of stoned kids making desperate bids at stealing without revealing who they were but in truth it's all a blur

After many fuzzy nights of laughter

Middle school came to a close

And my ego rose

And around this time I lost my virginity

Somewhere out there there is lost divinity

But I remember it was just an ember in a wildfire of desire because I was number that summer than I ever thought I would get on pot

* his eyes start to glisten as I empathetically listen

A: but at the start of high school I found a stronger tool

Cause even though all I'd know was the drug would hug my mind and keep it confined. my heart... My heart belonged to art

Way back then the artists pen almost saved me

I'll admit I'm a little bit of a hypocrite because it started with graffiti

Me: was there a particular day it took your breath away

A: yes we were all stoned to the bone together but alone there's a lot I'm going to miss but the conversation looked something like this

C: hey let's take a tour of the sewer

I swear it's safer there

Another friend: you mean we can smoke pot and not worry about getting caught

C: yeah, in fact I know the exact place

* then looking A in the face

You got any spray paint

* it was said with an eager taint

A: yeah, but why would we put it in the bag

C: you ever wanted to tag

A: I've thought about it a little bit but never had a good rhyme at the right time

C: well today we are going to find a way

* they went on the proposed tour of the sewer and got beyond high to where nobody wanted to try

A: okay let's design our flag and tag it all over the walls and these tunnels will be our halls

* he did, but as the night dragged on his friends one by one were gone, but he didn't take note because he had crossed the drugs moat. The night started to turn light but burned bright as he would write every symbol of his soul wresting control from the drug that did hug his mind but now did find the will to fight to write and seize control of his soul the drugs like thugs were pissed and tried to grab his wrist but the spray paint made them faint he would say like pepper spray would clobber a would be robber. He would work every hour gaining power but losing strength as the length of the night gave even C fright. Saying I need to let you know I'd love to stay but I have to go. Then it was just Him in the dim flame but it was when the true him came, cause even as the high grew weak he felt no need to seek to smoke or break a heart because he had his art. It's said when he left the funnel of that tunnel it was already midday, it took his breath away

A: I remember that part as clear as day, it saved me in a way

Me: I'm kinda curious lets go see it

A: funny thing is I don't remember where it was but I still hear about the few who managed to find it its a massive battle between art and the drug, my heart and my skull slug. With reapers and Angels

Me: but what made you go back

A: my parents drama and flak

I begged them to let me be

In therapy

Because even though I now had a weapon

The drugs had more than ever before

[warnerbro]

that one party

Boo: [What was she doing there? What in the world was she--- Cilla Dodgeson's blonde hair whipped around the corner, once more, as Boo stuck like glue to the wall. It was the ghost of ex girlfriend past, and of course Donnie's arm was around her. There they were, haunting Boo, as any ghost would; tormenting him.

Boo: As if supporting Donnie at soccer games wasn't enough. As if kissing that stupid guy in front of him wasn't enough. No, she was haunting him, and making sure he'd remember her and see her face every chance he'd get. Especially at that stupid party. So he took one look at her and scRUNCHED HIS NOSE, AND SCOFFED BEfORE TAKING A NICE GULP OF SOME MIXED DRINK

Cilla: [Cilla's honestly thinking to herself, why am I at a college party? I don't even like high school parties that much. Maybe these are better? Eh. Anyway, she was just here because Donnie wanted her to come with him. Something about it being important for her to come with him? Whatever. But yikes. She notices Boo is there too, and of course, why wouldn't he be? Wasn't this a soccer team sort of party? Heck. She grimaces so hard. But she huddles further into Donnie, like, keep me away from these drunk people. I'm tiny.]

Boo: [Melissa, of course, sees his discomfort. She walked right up to him and suggested they should leave, right there but no. Not tonight. He wouldn't be running away from that girl anymore, so he took one more drink and shook his head.] No, I'm spectacular. Just get me trashed. [So she nodded and disappeared for a minute and returned with libations. He tried not to stare. Boy, Willy, did he try not to stare, but of course he did, as even when he felt like he should hate her, he really didn't, and couldn't.]*

Cilla: [As Cilla is probably unable to keep her peripheral vision off of Boo, she sees that snake in the grass approach Boo, and that only serves to make her grimace even harder and tense even more. Donnie notices this. He raises an eyebrow at her, asking what was wrong.] Just not used to this... I guess. [She gave an awkward laugh, and Donnie gave her this smile, told her how adorable she was, and handed her a cup with what she guessed was alcohol in it. Oh, cool. Though, in her state of 'kill me now' she took a laRGE sip of it, and then coughed because wtf is this stuff he just gave me it is strong stuff. Donnie patted her back, and told her to slow down to which she just nodded. Yikey.]

Boo: [he wasn't quite seeing double yet. Moments had passed. Beer pong match after pong match. There were some quarters involved with a shot glass, and Melissa had even pulled him away to play a round of flip cup. She was great at distracting him. It worked, but Boo couldn't forget about that blonde-haired girl. Nope. She stayed in the back of her mind, and Boo had assumed to the side of a certain Rocket boy. His stomach tied in drunken knots he felt sick at that notion. He was still in control of most of his functions and though he swore he wasn't intoxicated, he could feel his inhibitions escaping to freedom. His eyes scanned the room once more. Melissa was nowhere to be found, and he was on his way to find somewhere to sit down, alone. To think. To escape the embarassment of how he felt-- ashamed that Cilla wasn't with him and instead with that assclown of a person. He found the perfect place up the stairs and down the hallway.]

Cilla: [The room. It was spinning. Yup. The lights were merging together. How much did she have, exactly, in her quest to not pay attention to her boyfriend's sister and her ex-whatever? Too much for someone that drank maybe half a beer for the two parties she'd been too in her life. Awesome. She swayed a little, into Donnie. He stopped his conversation with his soccer pal to ask his gf if she was alright.] Yeah. I'm fine. I just-- I think I need to go to the bathroom, and... I don't know, splash some water in my face. Nope, you can stay here. I'm a big girl, thanks. [So, on her way she goes. Up the stairs???? Down the hallway????? And oop, there's a door. Oop. This room is occupied by... ohboy. She freezes y'all. But the grimace from earlier is back now. She says nothing because BOY WHY.]*

Boo: [Boo's sitting in an armchair, his head in his hands and the room is spinning for him as well, but he's not drunk. No. Don't ask him because he'd drive himself home right now. It was only a couple of beers. A couple of drinking games. Whatever. He just needed time to himself. Which was interrupted. He looked up at the door, and his eyes fell upon a silent Cilla and he could throw himself out the window right now because why?! So he's going to address her with a real condescending tone. ] You lost, Princess?

Cilla: [And yup. Was she an angry drunk? Because, boy, that condescending tone just got her PISSED.] Yeah. You know what? I guess I am. Because I'd rather be anywhere else than standing right here. Believe me. [but is she even making an attempt to move? Probably not. Maybe a sway towards the door.]*

Boo: Good job leaving. Congrats. A+ feet you have there. [He claps.] So while I've got you here, you can't just bring yourself to my soccer games, I told you to not to feel obliged to come. Remember?

Cilla: Fuck off, Boo. [iF SHE COULD LEAVE SHE WOULD BUT HER FEET AREN'T WORKING.] You said don't feel obliged to come /for you/. And I'm not.

Boo: You'RE THE ONE STILL HERE. [ SO HE SHOOTs RIGH T UP bECAUSE LET"S GET ANGREY LETS. walking towards her all angry like] You're the one still fucking here. And Cilla, for the first time in ever, I really don't want you around anymore. So go. Leave. [he points to the door. because gdi go away.]

Cilla: YES, YES, GO AHEAD AND ACT LIKE YOU CAN KICK ME OUT OF A PLACE THAT ISN'T YOURS??? [she roLLS HER EYES.] If you don't want to be around me, which, trust me, I feel the same, you're welcome to walk away. Because, yeah, not everything is on me.

Boo: You're the one who walked away from me, and THEN you walked right back around with that STUPID GUY ON YOUR ARM SO.... [he points back towards the door, agAIN. LIKE FUCK YA I WAS HERE FIRST GET OUT, he sways of course. Alcohol soz.] I don't think I can forgive for this anymore, and I don't want you in my life anymore. Stay away.[his eye twitches tho, lol bcs he doesnt MEAN IT]

Cilla: [NOT EVEN GONNA REPLY TO THAT BS BECAUSE HE'S ACTUALLY BEEN WITH MELISSA ALL NIGHT? AND TO THE REST OF THIS, THE STUBBORN PRINCESS, WHO ALWAYS GETS HER WAY, just plants her drunken feet, crosses her arms, gets this defiant look, and stays silent.]

Boo: [HE IS GONNA PULL ALL OF HIS HAIR OUT BECAUSE GDI GO AWAY. He opens his mouth to sCREAM AT HER. BECAUSE FRUSTRATION. But it takes a step back. He pauses and takes a deep breath. He looks to the floor, and seriously seriously puts on his apology face.] You're breaking my heart all over again, and I understand why. You're mad at me because what I did with Mel, it was unfair. But what you're doing--[ hE FINALLY LOOKS BACK UP AT HER.] Showing up here, and everywhere else--it's not fair to me.

Cilla: [NOT EVEN GONNA REPLY TO THAT BS BECAUSE HE'S ACTUALLY BEEN WITH MELISSA ALL NIGHT? AND TO THE REST OF THIS, THE STUBBORN PRINCESS, WHO ALWAYS GETS HER WAY, just plants her drunken feet, crosses her arms, gets this defiant look, and stays silent.]

Boo: [HE IS GONNA PULL ALL OF HIS HAIR OUT BECAUSE GDI GO AWAY. He opens his mouth to sCREAM AT HER. BECAUSE FRUSTRATION. But it takes a step back. He pauses and takes a deep breath. He looks to the floor, and seriously seriously puts on his apology face.] You're breaking my heart all over again, and I understand why. You're mad at me because what I did with Mel, it was unfair. But what you're doing--[ hE FINALLY LOOKS BACK UP AT HER.] Showing up here, and everywhere else--it's not fair to me.

Cilla: [She does nothing but scoff. Really.] Do you think I keep visiting to hurt you? Really? [clo eyebrow raise.]

Boo: Don't you even pretend this isn't about us. [SCOFF RIGHT BACk.]

Cilla: Crazy enough, I come to visit Donnie. You know, that guy. My boyfriend. [she makes a face that says 'duh you idiot'.

Boo: Yeah. He just so happens to play on the same tEAM as me. He JUST SO HAPPENS TO BE MELISSA'S brother. Makes sense, why you'd pick him. [HE GIVES HER A SARCASTIC SHRUG.] Right?! Make REAL sure I know about. See it. [He claps again.] GREAT.

Cilla: I didn't even /know/ he was Melissa brother the first time I met him. It's not all about /you/, Boo. And just... [she shakes her head. She wants to break his hands.] No. You know what? I don't need to explain a n y t h i n g to you.

Boo: Yeah. You were LEAVING anyways. [ eye roll]

Cilla: Nope, that was you. [the face of pure sass.]

Boo: I was here first. [crossing his arms over his chest.]

Cilla: Don't care~. [she does the same.]

Boo: You know what? I can't stand you right now. Really, REALLY hate you right now. [STANDIN THERE ]

Cilla: Now you know how I've felt for months. Congratulations. [SAME.]

Boo: Thanks. REALLY appreCIAte THAT. [YELLIN,]

Cilla: COOL~~~~. YOU'RE WELCOME TO LEAVE NOW. [S C R E A M I N]*

Boo: [He doesn't leave. He doesn't move. He takes one look at her, and the sneer he was sure to have worn softened as he let out a low fit of laughter.] I'm not going anywhere, Cil. I'm still here. And, you know what, when you're done being stubborn, I'm sure I"ll still be mad at you, but I'll be here. [so he walks right up to her, because let's push her buttons, right?] Because, yeah, I hate you so much right now, but you're still the same girl I'm head over heels for. So, you go on. Go on with your life, parade your stupid boyfriend around and you keep telling yourself that it's not about me. Because we both know it is. Otherwise we wouldn't have even had this conversation. Otherwise you still wouldn't be here.

Cilla: [She freezes again, because now he's closer. Much closer, and her alcohol-addled brain is somehow even more jarred by the lack of distance. But, his words still manage to fuel the fire of anger within her, because what right does he have to say all of those things? She managed to pull herself back enough to throw a look of annoyance his way.] Keep telling yourself that it /is/ about you, then, you arrogant asshole. If that's what gets you through, go ahead. But, you know what? It doesn't make you right. Because I feel nothing for you. Not anymore.*

Boo: Nothing? Just like that? Nothing? [So that would have hurt Boo a lot. A whole lot, a couple of months ago, and maybe without the alcohol it would have reverberated within him, but he knew that girl was lying. So he looked at her, and understood her words as a challege. He let out an irriatated sigh, before taking one step closer to her, and without any permission he tested her words. A hand on her waist, he kissed her, just as he had wanted to for the past couple of months--just like he did those months ago in his car-- just as he did under that mistletoe. He kissed her, like it would have been his last kiss on earth, K. Because well, it might as well have been, right?]

Cilla: [She was poised to answer-- ready to tell him, yes, without a doubt, I feel nothing but absolute hatred for you now. You're nothing but a piece of shit, and I didn't deserve what you did. But there was no opportunity for the words to leave her mouth. Because, as soon as she began, his lips were on hers, and her ~inebriated~ legs practically buckled underneath her. And no, she didn't try in any way to push the boy off of her. Nope. She kissed him like she hadn't kissed anybody since... well, the last time she kissed Boo. One might say she's kind of all over him right now.]

Boo: [A fist in the air in his mind, just like the breakfast club, yep, everything she had said, well this proved it completely wrong. So he pulled her closer because why stop? After all this time, after everything, he could still lose himself in that stubborn girl. So arms wrapped tightly around her holding her in palce and lips pressed all too close it happened. Even, with what he had just said to her. Even after all the hurt they had caused each other. It fell all on this really real moment. No matter how drunk she tasted-- it was real. So no, he didn't mind how all over she was on him. Nope, he invited it.]

Cilla: [In the back of her mind, someplace where her logic was still slightly working, something was telling her that her boyfriend was downstairs, and she should stop now, while she was ahead, and she could pass this... lapse of judgement on alcohol and Boo starting it, but... no, that voice was too far away. Why listen to that voice when there was a louder voice telling her to continue. So, what does she do? She listens to the loud voice, and she's got him by the collar, and she's pushing him towards the chair he was sitting in when she came in. Oop, they're down. Oop, she's on top of him. Yikes.]*

Boo: [ So lips on lips, he fell towards the chair, with his hands surely crawling up places they weren't supposed to like, for instance probably under hER SKIRT, he pulled Cilla with him. There was no breaking his hold on her now. There was no stopping him. There was no stopping her, he was sure. And screw the party, screw her boyfriend. screw Melissa. It was just him and Cilla now. And if he had it his way, it would be that way forever. But all things would come to an end he was sure. For the time being however, he would continue to kiss her, even after the door was opened and someone eNTERED THE ROOM.]

Cilla: [For the better part of being in this chair, Cilla's brain actually ceased to function. Like, she was certain there was no activity happening up there, because she literally couldn't think. The only things occupying that space were lips and, whoa HANDS. And, boy did she not mind it at aLL. But then, the sound of a door opening behind her kicked that silent part of her brain into gear, and she realized OH BOY, and she was practically army rolling off of Boo, her face towards the wall so the interruption didn't see her, stayin quiet bc oh geez.]*

Boo: [Before he even had a chance to react to the absence of Cilla, he opened his eyes, and Melissa Thornberry Rocket stared at him from the doorway. He had to catch his breath from, well, Cilla literally taking his breath away and before he was able to take calming inhale, the other girl had her hands acrossed her chest. That look in her face-- that anger shook Boo a little too sober, and he didn't know whether to explain himself, or accept the fact that, yeah, he was walking home that night. So he ran his hands through the hair on his head, because gFDi why didn't he lock the door. He looked up at Cilla, her back facing him, and he had no words.]

Cilla: [Cilla still has no idea of what fate could besET HER SHOULD SHE TURN AROUND RIGHT NOW. SHE IS UNAWARE OF THE DANGER THAT SURROUNDS HER. So, she just keeps herself pointed towards the wall. Practically everyone in this house knew her boyfriend, and therefore, they knew she was DATING him. No matter who it was, if they saw it was her she was s c r e w e d. So, she stayed silent in her little corner, probably burying her face in her knees. Like, nope, you won't see me today sis.]*

Boo: [Before he could even explain what was happening, Miss Rocket had literally stomped out of the room. And what had recently transpired as the most awkward silence in his whole life, the door slammed behind her. He looked up to the ceiling and closed his eyes, got up from his spot, and before taking his leave, he placed a hand on Cilla's shoulder, just lightly as if to ask if she was okay.]*

Cilla: [When she heard the door shut, she didn't get up immediately. But then she felt a hand on her shoulder, and that sprung her to action. Without another word, literally, she was up and out the door (the opposite direction that Melly went in). Because. Nope. Not facing this. Not in this drunken state. Not today. Bye Boo. She's probably ACTUALLY going to the bathroom now.]*

Boo: [So that's when Boo walked out too. Yep, out to find Melissa, because low and behold she was his ride home, and without her, he was going to walk his ass home lol.]

Boo: [And avoiding everyone else, he probably never found her so he did.]

[warnerbro]

NOTHING mEANs EVERything

Boo: [What was she doing there? What in the world was she--- Cilla Dodgeson's blonde hair whipped around the corner, once more, as Boo stuck like glue to the wall. It was the ghost of ex girlfriend past, and of course Donnie's arm was around her. There they were, haunting Boo, as any ghost would; tormenting him. As if supporting Donnie at soccer games wasn't enough. As if kissing that stupid guy in front of him wasn't enough. No, she was haunting him, and making sure he'd remember her and see her face every chance he'd get. Especially at that stupid party. So he took one look at her and scRUNCHED HIS NOSE, AND SCOFFED BEfORE TAKING A NICE GULP OF SOME MIXED DRINK]

Cilla: [Cilla's honestly thinking to herself, why am I at a college party? I don't even like high school parties that much. Maybe these are better? Eh. Anyway, she was just here because Donnie wanted her to come with him. Something about it being important for her to come with him? Whatever. But yikes. She notices Boo is there too, and of course, why wouldn't he be? Wasn't this a soccer team sort of party? Heck. She grimaces so hard. But she huddles further into Donnie, like, keep me away from these drunk people. I'm tiny.]

Boo: [Melissa, of course, sees his discomfort. She walked right up to him and suggested they should leave, right there but no. Not tonight. He wouldn't be running away from that girl anymore, so he took one more drink and shook his head.] No, I'm spectacular. Just get me trashed. [So she nodded and disappeared for a minute and returned with libations. He tried not to stare. Boy, Willy, did he try not to stare, but of course he did, as even when he felt like he should hate her, he really didn't, and couldn't.]*

Cilla: [As Cilla is probably unable to keep her peripheral vision off of Boo, she sees that snake in the grass approach Boo, and that only serves to make her grimace even harder and tense even more. Donnie notices this. He raises an eyebrow at her, asking what was wrong.] Just not used to this... I guess. [She gave an awkward laugh, and Donnie gave her this smile, told her how adorable she was, and handed her a cup with what she guessed was alcohol in it. Oh, cool. Though, in her state of 'kill me now' she took a laRGE sip of it, and then coughed because wtf is this stuff he just gave me it is strong stuff. Donnie patted her back, and told her to slow down to which she just nodded. Yikey.]

Boo: [he wasn't quite seeing double yet. Moments had passed. Beer pong match after pong match. There were some quarters involved with a shot glass, and Melissa had even pulled him away to play a round of flip cup. She was great at distracting him. It worked, but Boo couldn't forget about that blonde-haired girl. Nope. She stayed in the back of hIS mind, and Boo had assumed to the side of a certain Rocket boy. His stomach tied in drunken knots he felt sick at that notion. He was still in control of most of his functions and though he swore he wasn't intoxicated, he could feel his inhibitions escaping to freedom. His eyes scanned the room once more. Melissa was nowhere to be found, and he was on his way to find somewhere to sit down, alone. To think. To escape the embarrassment of how he felt-- ashamed that Cilla wasn't with him and instead with that assclown of a person. He found the perfect place up the stairs and down the hallway.]

Cilla: [The room. It was spinning. Yup. The lights were merging together. How much did she have, exactly, in her quest to not pay attention to her boyfriend's sister and her ex-whatever? Too much for someone that drank maybe half a beer for the two parties she'd been too in her life. Awesome. She swayed a little, into Donnie. He stopped his conversation with his soccer pal to ask his gf if she was alright.] Yeah. I'm fine. I just-- I think I need to go to the bathroom, and... I don't know, splash some water in my face. Nope, you can stay here. I'm a big girl, thanks. [So, on her way she goes. Up the stairs???? Down the hallway????? And oop, there's a door. Oop. This room is occupied by... ohboy. She freezes y'all. But the grimace from earlier is back now. She says nothing because BOY WHY.]*

Boo: [Boo's sitting in an armchair, his head in his hands and the room is spinning for him as well, but he's not drunk. No. Don't ask him because he'd drive himself home right now, just to prove 'em wrong. It was only a couple of beers. A couple of drinking games. Whatever. He just needed time to himself. Which was interrupted. He looked up at the door, and his eyes fell upon a silent Cilla and he could throw himself out the window right now because why?! So he's going to address her with a real condescending tone. ] You lost, Princess?

Cilla: [And yup. Was she an angry drunk? Because, boy, that condescending tone just got her PISSED.] Yeah. You know what? I guess I am. Because I'd rather be anywhere else than standing right here. Believe me. [but is she even making an attempt to move? Probably not. Maybe a sway towards the door.]*

Boo: Good job leaving. Congrats. A+ feet you have there. [He claps.] So while I've got you here, you can't just bring yourself to my soccer games, I told you to not to feel obliged to come. Remember?

Cilla: Fuck off, Boo. [iF SHE COULD LEAVE SHE WOULD BUT HER FEET AREN'T WORKING.] You said don't feel obliged to come /for you/. And I'm not.

Boo: You'RE THE ONE STILL HERE. [ SO HE SHOOTs RIGH T UP bECAUSE LET"S GET ANGREY LETS. walking towards her all angry like] You're the one still fucking here. And Cilla, for the first time in ever, I really don't want you around anymore. So go. Leave. [he points to the door. because gdi go away.]

Cilla: YES, YES, GO AHEAD AND ACT LIKE YOU CAN KICK ME OUT OF A PLACE THAT ISN'T YOURS??? [she roLLS HER EYES.] If you don't want to be around me, which, trust me, I feel the same, you're welcome to walk away. Because, yeah, not everything is on me.

Boo: You're the one who walked away from me, and THEN you walked right back around with that STUPID GUY ON YOUR ARM SO.... [he points back towards the door, agAIN. LIKE FUCK YA I WAS HERE FIRST GET OUT, he sways of course. Alcohol soz.] I don't think I can forgive for this anymore, and I don't want you in my life anymore. Stay away.[his eye twitches tho, lol bcs he doesnt MEAN IT]

Cilla: [NOT EVEN GONNA REPLY TO THAT BS BECAUSE HE'S ACTUALLY BEEN WITH MELISSA ALL NIGHT? AND TO THE REST OF THIS, THE STUBBORN PRINCESS, WHO ALWAYS GETS HER WAY, just plants her drunken feet, crosses her arms, gets this defiant look, and stays silent.]

Boo: [HE IS GONNA PULL ALL OF HIS HAIR OUT BECAUSE GDI GO AWAY. He opens his mouth to sCREAM AT HER. BECAUSE FRUSTRATION. But it takes a step back. He pauses and takes a deep breath. He looks to the floor, and seriously seriously puts on his apology face.] You're breaking my heart all over again, and I understand why. You're mad at me because what I did with Mel, it was unfair. But what you're doing--[ hE FINALLY LOOKS BACK UP AT HER.] Showing up here, and everywhere else--it's not fair to me.

Cilla: [She does nothing but scoff. Really.] Do you think I keep visiting to hurt you? Really? [clo eyebrow raise.]

Boo: Don't you even pretend this isn't about us. [SCOFF RIGHT BACk.]

Cilla: Crazy enough, I come to visit Donnie. You know, that guy. My boyfriend. [she makes a face that says 'duh you idiot'.

Boo: Yeah. He just so happens to play on the same tEAM as me. He JUST SO HAPPENS TO BE MELISSA'S brother. Makes sense, why you'd pick him. [HE GIVES HER A SARCASTIC SHRUG.] Right?! Make REAL sure I know about. See it. [He claps again.] GREAT.

Cilla: I didn't even /know/ he was Melissa brother the first time I met him. It's not all about /you/, Boo. And just... [she shakes her head. She wants to break his hands.] No. You know what? I don't need to explain a n y t h i n g to you.

Boo: Yeah. You were LEAVING anyways. [ eye roll]

Cilla: Nope, that was you. [the face of pure sass.]

Boo: I was here first. [crossing his arms over his chest.]

Cilla: Don't care~. [she does the same.]

Boo: You know what? I can't stand you right now. Really, REALLY hate you right now. [STANDIN THERE ]

Cilla: Now you know how I've felt for months. Congratulations. [SAME.]

Boo: Thanks. REALLY appreCIAte THAT. [YELLIN,]

Cilla: COOL~~~~. YOU'RE WELCOME TO LEAVE NOW. [S C R E A M I N]*

Boo: [He doesn't leave. He doesn't move. He takes one look at her, and the sneer he was sure to have worn softened as he let out a low fit of laughter.] I'm not going anywhere, Cil. I'm still here. And, you know what, when you're done being stubborn, I'm sure I"ll still be mad at you, but I'll be here. [so he walks right up to her, because let's push her buttons, right?] Because, yeah, I hate you so much right now, but you're still the same girl I'm head over heels for. So, you go on. Go on with your life, parade your stupid boyfriend around and you keep telling yourself that it's not about me. Because we both know it is. Otherwise we wouldn't have even had this conversation. Otherwise you still wouldn't be here.

Cilla: [She freezes again, because now he's closer. Much closer, and her alcohol-addled brain is somehow even more jarred by the lack of distance. But, his words still manage to fuel the fire of anger within her, because what right does he have to say all of those things? She managed to pull herself back enough to throw a look of annoyance his way.] Keep telling yourself that it /is/ about you, then, you arrogant asshole. If that's what gets you through, go ahead. But, you know what? It doesn't make you right. Because I feel nothing for you. Not anymore.*

Boo: Nothing? Just like that? Nothing? [So that would have hurt Boo a lot. A whole lot, a couple of months ago, and maybe without the alcohol it would have reverberated within him, but he knew that girl was lying. So he looked at her, and understood her words as a challemge. He let out an irratated sigh, before taking one step closer to her, and without any permission he tested her words. A hand on her waist, he kissed her, just as he had wanted to for the past couple of months--just like he did those months ago in his car-- just as he did under that mistletoe. He kissed her, like it would have been his last kiss on earth, K. Because well, it might as well have been, right?]

Cilla: [She was poised to answer-- ready to tell him, yes, without a doubt, I feel nothing but absolute hatred for you now. You're nothing but a piece of shit, and I didn't deserve what you did. But there was no opportunity for the words to leave her mouth. Because, as soon as she began, his lips were on hers, and her ~inebriated~ legs practically buckled underneath her. And no, she didn't try in any way to push the boy off of her. Nope. She kissed him like she hadn't kissed anybody since... well, the last time she kissed Boo. One might say she's kind of all over him right now.]

Boo: [A fist in the air in his mind, just like the breakfast club, yep, everything she had said, well this proved it completely wrong. So he pulled her closer because why stop? After all this time, after everything, he could still lose himself in that stubborn girl. So arms wrapped tightly around her holding her in place and lips pressed all too close. it happened. Even, with what he had just said to her. Even after all the hurt they had caused each other. It fell all on this really real moment. No matter how drunk she tasted-- it was real. So no, he didn't mind how all over she was on him. Nope, he invited it.]

Cilla: [In the back of her mind, someplace where her logic was still slightly working, something was telling her that her boyfriend was downstairs, and she should stop now, while she was ahead, and she could pass this... lapse of judgement on alcohol and Boo starting it, but... no, that voice was too far away. Why listen to that voice when there was a louder voice telling her to continue. So, what does she do? She listens to the loud voice, and she's got him by the collar, and she's pushing him towards the chair he was sitting in when she came in. Oop, they're down. Oop, she's on top of him. Yikes.]*

Boo: [ So lips on lips, he fell towards the chair, with his hands surely crawling up places they weren't supposed to like, for instance probably under hER SKIRT, he pulled Cilla with him. There was no breaking his hold on her now. There was no stopping him. There was no stopping her, he was sure. And screw the party, screw her boyfriend. screw Melissa. It was just him and Cilla now. And if he had it his way, it would be that way forever. But all things would come to an end he was sure. For the time being however, he would continue to kiss her, even after the door was opened and someone eNTERED THE ROOM.]

Cilla: [For the better part of being in this chair, Cilla's brain actually ceased to function. Like, she was certain there was no activity happening up there, because she literally couldn't think. The only things occupying that space were lips and, whoa HANDS. And, boy did she not mind it at aLL. But then, the sound of a door opening behind her kicked that silent part of her brain into gear, and she realized OH BOY, and she was practically army rolling off of Boo, her face towards the wall so the interruption didn't see her, stayin quiet bc oh geez.]*

Boo: [Before he even had a chance to react to the absence of Cilla, he opened his eyes, and Melissa Thornberry Rocket stared at him from the doorway. He had to catch his breath from, well, Cilla literally taking his breath away and before he was able to take calming inhale, the other girl had her hands across her chest. That look in her face-- that anger shook Boo a little too sober, and he didn't know whether to explain himself, or accept the fact that, yeah, he was walking home that night. So he ran his hands through the hair on his head, because gFDi why didn't he lock the door. He looked up at Cilla, her back facing him, and he had no words.]

Cilla: [Cilla still has no idea of what fate could besET HER SHOULD SHE TURN AROUND RIGHT NOW. SHE IS UNAWARE OF THE DANGER THAT SURROUNDS HER. So, she just keeps herself pointed towards the wall. Practically everyone in this house knew her boyfriend, and therefore, they knew she was DATING him. No matter who it was, if they saw it was her she was s c r e w e d. So, she stayed silent in her little corner, probably burying her face in her knees. Like, nope, you won't see me today sis.]*

Boo: [Before he could even explain what was happening, Miss Rocket had literally stomped out of the room. And what had recently transpired as the most awkward silence in his whole life, the door slammed behind her. He looked up to the ceiling and closed his eyes, got up from his spot, and before taking his leave, he placed a hand on Cilla's shoulder, just lightly as if to ask if she was okay.]*

Cilla: [When she heard the door shut, she didn't get up immediately. But then she felt a hand on her shoulder, and that sprung her to action. Without another word, literally, she was up and out the door (the opposite direction that Melly went in). Because. Nope. Not facing this. Not in this drunken state. Not today. Bye Boo. She's probably ACTUALLY going to the bathroom now.]*

Boo: [So that's when Boo walked out too. Yep, out to find Melissa, because low and behold she was his ride home, and without her, he was going to walk his ass home lol. And avoiding everyone else, he probably never found her so he did.]