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pastelavender88 · 4 years ago

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Right Person At Maybe The Wrong Time- Chapter 1

Summary: You and Evan were high school sweethearts and college but when he got expelled, he left without much explanation before you could tell him you were pregnant. Now 10 years later, you're working a shift at the hospital when you get word that a sniper has been shooting firefighters. You meet Eddie Diaz when you're the nurse in charge of his recovery and soon come face-to-face with the father of your child. How will you tell him that he has a child he doesn't know about and the fact that you might be falling for his friend?

10 Years Ago

I was late to Physiology but Evan said he needed to see me really bad. I was nervous to even see Evan at this point because I was hiding something from him. I was pregnant, I found out yesterday, but I wanted it to be perfect when I told him. When I walked into my school’s parking lot, I saw him leaning on a Jeep that I knew belonged to his sister, Maddie. I had only met her a few times but I knew just how close they were. Evan looked nervous and it didn’t help make me feel better. I could always tell what Evan was feeling ever since I met him. When I was 13 my dad decided to move to Hershey after my mom was killed in a hit-and-run. On my first day, I met Evan, who was a year older than me, doing some dumb stunts, and well, he got hurt. Everyone ran so they didn’t get in trouble but I decided to stay and help. I knew some basic first aid considering the classes I took in middle school and was able to help him. After that he showed me around, we grew close, and now it's been 4 years and we’ve been together every step of the way. Now it was time for this next step, or so I hoped…

“Hey babe, what’s so important that you had to see me?” Evan didn’t go to the same college as me. Evan wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed but he still wanted to go to college so he went to the community one in Hershey and I chose a college nearby, much to my dad’s disapproval.

“Hey, umm, I needed to talk to you. Umm... I got kicked out of college.” I could tell Evan wasn’t genuinely upset about that. I think he was more worried about his parents' reactions.

“Honey, I’m so sorry, are you okay?” He just nodded. “No offense but was this really that important to pull me out of class.” I felt bad for him, I really did but this wasn’t really something I should miss class for.

“Umm, that��s not why I really called you here…” He seemed like he was waiting for me to read his mind so I made a gesture to tell him to go on. “Well I talked to Maddie and I decided to leave town and I want you to come with me.”

“What. Evan, are you serious?” He just nodded, like it was a given. “I’m sorry, but how could you ask me that? You know how hard I work to maintain my grades and continue my studies and you ask me this? I’ve told you why I want to be in the medical field, how important this is to me. No way!” The reason I’ve always wanted to be a nurse is to follow in the steps of my mom.

“Y/N, I know, I’m sorry but I’m doing this. I mean, is there really any reason not to?” I wanted to yell at him, say what about me, what about us, and tell him about the baby, but I just couldn’t. I didn’t want my baby to be a 30-year-old Evan’s story of why he didn’t become something, why he didn’t travel the world, why he didn’t really live. So I decided to let him go.

Present-day

It was hard at first. Nausea, mood swings, hot flashes, don’t even get me started on the constant feeling of lack of comfort in my own skin, but I barreled through, when I started to show I decided to tell everyone, my professors were very understanding, my friends were excited for me, and my dad was slightly disappointed but he came around after feeling the baby kick. Evan sent me postcards but after the first month of no response, they stopped coming. As time went on it became harder to tell Evan about his daughter, Alexandria Buckley. Soon I just decided it was for the best to keep it from him. When Alexandria (Alex for short) started to ask me questions about it, I explained the situation to the best of my abilities, just in case I ever wanted to tell Evan, Alex wouldn’t hate him. I knew deep down what I did was selfish and unfair to Alex but I believe it’s for the best.

I was on break when I heard the news that they brought in a fireman by the name of Edmundo Diaz for a gunshot wound.

Supposedly, there was a sniper targeting firefighters. For what reason, nobody knows. I was assigned the case and made sure to keep a close eye on him in case of a code blue. His girlfriend or wife came to visit. There was also someone else, but Matthew, my coworker, and the other nurse assigned for Mr.Diaz always happened to meet them. Right when I was about to leave for the end of my shift, Edmundo woke up. It was around 1:30 AM.

“Hello, Mr.Diaz, can you hear me?” He seemed dazed and confused but that was the usual side effects of a medical coma.

“Eddie is fine. Where am I?”

“You're at Kindred Hospital. You were shot by a sniper in your upper shoulder. Are you feeling any symptoms such as fatigue, nausea, anything of those sorts?”

“I’m a little sore but that’s a given. Umm… what time is it?”

“1:30 AM. Another nurse named Matthew should be here soon. He’ll explain everything and he should call your family first thing tomorrow morning. Is there anything else I can do for you?” He seemed saddened by the fact that I wasn’t staying but he quickly hid it.

“No, that’s about it. If you don’t mind me asking what’s your name?” He was nice and his smile could kill thousands.

“You know we’re not supposed to give out our full names, but since you seem sweet I’ll tell you. It’s Y/N Y/L/N, nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too.”

Next day

I was doing my rounds when I noticed Eddie was next. I’m not going to lie. I know he had a girlfriend but before I went in to see him I fixed the way I looked. When I walked in I was stunned by what I saw. Eddie was talking to someone I was not prepared to see.

“Y/N?" said Evan. Why did I have to come to work today?

#eddie diaz x reader #evan buckley x reader #series #911 fic #911 fox

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quillsareswords · 4 years ago

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And Arnold Makes Four

The next part of Blurb #18, because it got surprisingly great feedback! Thank you all so much! You don't necessarily need to read 18, but I'd recommend it, just to get your bearings.

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Prompt List // Masterlist (in bio)

Jon did not keep his promise. When two hours had passed and you were still snoring next to Damian as he reclined on both of you, he considered waking you because goddamn it he wanted a slushee, but decided against it.

Too many night had you both sat up until the sun shone. The least he could do was let you rest.

Besides—he was pretty sure one of you would try to punch him if he tried.

So, he laid contently against your legs, wasting most of the day between his Switch and your television.

Damian is the first one awake. He blinks hard twice, because the sun is shining directly through the window and straight into his eyes (likely what woke him up, he decides). You're the first thing he sees. You probably got a little too warm snuggled so close to him, so you've pulled back so he can see your whole face. Subconsciously, he tracks your breathing for a moment.

Then he's looking past you, for his other partner. One of you are usually in the middle, because Jon gets too hot laying between you. Jon's not there. Damian reminds himself that he's in your house and that there's realistically no reason to worry, before the niggling of panic worms it's way into his mind.

The weight against his shins shifts. He sits part way up, careful not to jostle you too much in the process.

Jon turns away from your TV and smiles brightly. "I wondered when you'd wake up," he says, quietly.

Your eyebrows furrow as you groan.

Damian rolls his upper half so he can properly himself up with his elbows. "Why didn't you wake us? It's been well over two hours," Damian asks, inclining his head towards the window, where it's obviously nearly sunset.

Jon shrugs, shifts his weight so Damian can roll completely over. "You seemed like you needed it, so . . ."

Damian nods slowly. He feels a little bad, wondering why his internal alarm clock didn't have him up within an hour. Probably you.

You mumble something about the light before your eyes crack open with a glare. You'd been half awake, listening to the conversation. "What time is it?"

"Sunset," Damian sighs, crawling over you to get off the bed. "Sunshine here didn't wake us up."

Jon's cheeks bloom pink at the endearment, but he pretends they don't. "You looked like you needed sleep," he defends, flopping back down in his boyfriend's place.

You realize he's already gotten dressed, while you're still in sleep shorts and a ratty tank top. You also realize that Damian is fishing clothes out of his duffel, which was slung down beside Jon's bulging backpack yesterday afternoon.

You don't know why they insist on bringing so much every time they come to stay, considering the bottom two drawers of your dresser are respectively theirs. You consider this silently as you roll out of bed to pull on jeans and your Converse.

By the time you grab your longboard and bid your parents goodbye, the sky is orange and pink and white and it's brilliant.

Jon's camera is in your backpack, your speaker on a strap slung across his body while you search for their designated playlist.

Damian's pennyboard hits the ground first, then your longboard, then Jon's skateboard. Down your suburban driveway you cruise, then down the cul-de-sac and onto the sidewalk running alongside the slow traffic of the road.

The Travel Center sign glows orange and red as you roll forward, Vance Joy booming from Jon's hip. The sky only gets prettier, so Jon asks for his camera once you stop.

When you reach the parking lot, you slide your heel along the cement to lose your momentum, simultaneously slinging your backpack down to the crook of one arm to get the camera.

You hand it to him when he stops beside you, then you pop the nose of your board and pause your music.

"What are you getting?" Jon asks, as you pass him, one arm outstretched to hold the glass door open for you, while Damian swings the other side of the door open for himself.

"Coca Cola, obviously," you hum, tucking your board under one arm and reshouldering the straps of your bag. "I'll cover snacks and whatnot if one of you will pay for the bracelets at the fair."

The county fair is finally back for the beginning of summer in your home town, so the three of you have decided to go, since the fairgrounds are so close to the pier anyway.

Damian nods. "I'll pay for them." He takes a small cup size from the stack as the three of you round the corner of the back isle.

"I'll pay for the slushees," Jon decides, taking a large.

"Good for you," you smile, filling your medium with the light brown, thinly ground ice from the rolling machine.

Jon flicks your nose as he pumps his large full if blue-burrrry first, then cherry.

Damian snaps a boring old flat lid on the top of his cup before he saunters off in search of a snack to take for the road.

You're the next one done, but because you have a soul, you take a dome lid and fill your cup past the brim.

You roam the isles for a few minutes, despite already knowing where everything, just like every weekend. You pick up a bag of cheddar Combos, a miniature tube of original Pringles, and a Hershey bar.

You meet your boys by the checkout, where the same tired-looking woman smiles at you fondly. Just like every weekend.

Damian sets down a bag of M&Ms, while Jon is still juggling four bags of candy, a skateboard, and a multicolored slushee which is oozing out from the top of the dome lid, because—like every weekend—he's overfilled it.

While you fish out some bills from the wallet in your backpack, Damian finally steps in and takes the slushee from him so he can slap down his pack of Rainbow Belts, a bag of Skittles, a Hershey Cookies and Cream bar, a bag of Trolli gummy worms, a bag of miniature Twix bars, and a blue Gatorade onto the counter.

You laugh, because it's a little bit like a clown car, the way he piles it all on the counter. Damian sighs, staring at Jon with a healthy mix of impression, surprise, and adoration.

Sheepishly, Jon takes his slushee back from his boyfriend and mumbles, "The slushees are separate."

The middle-aged woman withholds a laugh at the whole thing, even though this is a very regular occurrence, while she slides all the items across the scanner.

A few minutes later, the three of you pause in the parking lot to cram everything into your backpack. While Damian is helping you, Jon stands at the very edge of the sidewalk, snapping pictures of the gorgeous sunset and the colors it paints the sky.

Soon enough, you're on your way again. The pier isn't too far from your house—maybe three miles, not counting the backtracking you have to do from the Travel Center. Its also not used often unless there's some big event, like a holiday or something at the fairgrounds, which are a quick jaunt up a dirt path through a patch of woods.

It's been a favorite spot of yours, ever since you were old enough for your parents to let you loose. You brought the boys out last summer, only about a month after forming the three way relationship you're so comfortable in. Since then, it's been a frequent for you three, when the weather's nice.

It isn't an ocean pier, by the way. It's on a lake, which is partly owned by the park on the other side, and partly owned by the same family who's owned the fairgrounds for as long as you can remember. They have a miniature boat race every Spring, and a lantern release every New Year.

You make it to the fairgrounds just about as soon as the sun sinks below the treeline, courtesy of the (mostly) paved road that stretches through the massive unused field and dense woods that divides it from the main road. Mostly, because it was paved so long ago that it was well forgotten in the most recent repaving your small town underwent a year or two ago.

You pop the nose of your board up, shoving the rest of your chocolate bar into your mouth as you step on to the whiterock path leading to the ticket booth, and the rest of the pop-up carnival beyond it.

"Three bracelets, please," Damian requests, holding out a twenty and a ten. Ten bucks for an all-access bracelet that are only valid for twenty-four hours might seem crazy, but it's logistically cheaper and easier than buying X-amount of tickets, and then having to come back for more later.

You hastily strap the paper onto one another's wrists before you scamper off, your eyes set on the Twister, dragging your boys behind you.

You spend most of the night squished between two people in a two-person seat; or throwing things at other things to win more things; or sprawled out in the grass behind or between some booths, chowing down on pre-bought snacks. Jon went off and got an Elephant Ear at some point, so you spent more time sitting in the grass, eating and chatting idly, humorously judging people with Damian while Jon glared on disapprovingly. Still, even he couldn't find anything good to say about the full neon rainbow leopard jumpsuit that fit about six sizes too small in the worst way, other than at least he's creative.

At one point or another, you come across a giant stuffed sloth that's about a foot short of being as tall as you, and you decide on the spot that it is absolutely going home with you. Damian and Jon see the number of points it costs and sigh in unison. You spend about one hundred and sixteen minutes throwing baseballs at far-too-heavy milk bottles, but hey, who's counting?

You do, eventually, win the sloth, with the combined efforts of three super-sidekicks—Jon's super strength, Damian's freakish aim, and your intuitive throwing finally converge on one task, surprisingly.

Hauling your new friend—Arnold, you've dubbed him—on your back, you decide to show your gratitude by putting your knife throwing skills (you're very good at instinctive throwing, because of your flawless intuition) to good use at the dart-and-ballon game.

You leave Arnold in Jon's care (Damian ever so gently told you that he'd leave Arnold to sit in the dirt beside them, not hold him, which offended you deeply), and and your longboard with Damian, before you march over, wad of dollar bills in hand.

You return twenty minutes later, two plush animals in each hand. You proudly bestow a ambiguous black bird to Damian, and a fire engine red marshmallow-esque creature to Jon. You take Arnold in your arms and resituate him to ride piggy back, long boneless arms draped over your shoulders.

Jon giddily grins at his new blob friend, and thanks you, muttering, a little shyly, that you really didn't have to. Damian stares down at the stuffed bird in silence, a smidge of contempt flickering in his eyes. It crosses your mind that he might have preferred something else, but all doubt is erased with his grip on it becomes a little more firm, a bit more protective, and you catch his gaze going soft on it. He offers you a little smile, because he's bad at genuinely accepting and showing appreciation for these kinds of gifts.

And because you know this, you return the gesture to prove that you understand.

Your trio heads for the dirt path through the decently small patch of woods, where a dirt path peeks out like a old man with gentle eyes and a warm smile.

Jon stops right as you reach the mouth of the path. He hands Damian his skateboard. "You go ahead, I'll meet you there in a few minutes."

"Where are you going?" Damian asks.

Jon starts walking backwards. "I'm gonna get something. I'll be quick, I promise! Go ahead!"

Damian exchanges a look with you. You shrug, reaching toward his hand and wiggling your fingers.

He locks his fingers with yours, sparing Jon one more look over his shoulder before the two of you set off.

"What do you think he's up to?" you wonder, peering over your shoulder just before the carnival is out of sight. You don't see him, but you imagine him bobbing a weaving through the crowds of half drunk, drunk high, and half asleep people ambling around in the last hours of the festivities for the day.

Damian glances back one more time. "Don't know," he answers. "Can't be anything good, if he wouldn't tell us."

You nod. "Can't be awful, if he wouldn't warn us," you add with a smile.

He laughs. "Can't be amazing if he wouldn't gloat about how amazing his idea is."

You laugh loudly. "You got me there."

You pass the marker for the middle of the path soon after. It's just an old wooden post, marked properly with fading orange tape. Not long after that, you leave the treeline behind.

The pier is old, and a little creaky. The wood is dark with age, warm with sun, and worn with the repeated paths of the residents of your hometown. The group of people is surprisingly small, despite the carnival's large attendance.

Your eyes roam the few couples scattered around the clearing by the water, and the group of friends laughing loudly from borrowed fishing boats further out in the water. Warm summer night air sticks to your skin and fills your lungs the way only it can.

The pair of you find a good spot at the very end of the pier, where the boards are still stable, but boast a concerning number if cracks and splinters. You prop Arnold up behind you, safely away from the water, but he slouches inanimately while he holds Damian's crow and your backpack in his lap.

"We should do this more," you hum, leaning back on your elbows to get a proper look at the mostly clear sky. It's nearly a full moon, and lack of light pollution leaves the stars on display, while the open moonlight reflects beautifully off the tops and sides of passing clouds.

Damian hums in agreement. "That would be nice." His neck cranes to get a good look for himself. "Any constellations?"

"Orion is there," you point to the belt specifically. "And the Dippers are right there."

A beat of silence as you admire the heavens.

"How long do you think until Jon calls us because he's gotten into trouble?"

You laugh. "Fifteen minutes," you bet.

Damian nods. "Sounds right. He's probably getting some kind of food."

"I hope it's something without grease," you groan. "Otherwise I might be sick."

Damian chuckles. "Don't get your hopes up."

As if it was a stage cue, you hear footsteps thumping up the rickity wood planks toward you.

You both turn at the sound of your names. "Look what I got!" Jon howls excitedly.

He's got a giant bag of popcorn and another of cotton candy under one arm, and brandishing a clear plastic bag with the other.

"That better not be a fish," you warn, but the spark in your eyes betrays the implied threat. You sit back up to get a better look.

"It'll be dead in a week," Damian warns, "so don't get too attached."

Jon fakes a pout, stopping beside Arnold. "His name is Jerry and you're being very rude." He drops the bags of snacks among your prize-filled bag and stuffed animals, then drops himself on the other side of you.

"Let me see him," you swipe the bag without permission. You hold it level with your eyes. It stares back boredly. "What are you gonna do with him? Do you have a bowl?"

He smiles sheepishly at you. "I thought your mom might have a vase or something."

You roll your eyes good-naturedly and hold the bag out to Damian to inspect. "I'm sure she does," you assure anyway. "If not, you can borrow a water glass or something."

Damian's eyes light up suddenly, as he eyes the yellow fish. "Your mother has a huge wineglass, doesn't she?"

You grin. "Yes. Yes she does, and you're a genius."

Damian smiles suavely, reaching across you to hand the bag back to Jon. "This isn't new information."

You snort and roll you eyes again, reaching for the cotton candy. "And so modest, too."

Jon tucks one leg under the opposite knee, setting the bag of water in the crook of his knee. "And ugly as a moose."

Damian indignantly rips the bag of cottony sugar from your grasp, leaving you with an offended glare, an agape mouth, and a thick tuft of pink fluff in your hand. "I'll pretend I didn't hear that."

You giggle over to Jon. "I think he hates us," you loudly whisper.

Jon nods thoughtfully, peering past you as he whispers back, "He's planning to poison us with dinner."

Damian sighs, loudly. "Firstly, poison wouldn't effect you, Jon. Secondly, if I hated either of you, I wouldn't be here."

Jon laughs. "He's got us, Lovely."

You lean on Damian's shoulder. "In more ways than you one."

Your plan works perfectly. Red flushes down his neck, eyes still locked on the horizon.

Jon picks up on it immediately, and hooks an arm around Damian's waist. "Wouldn't you agree, Love?"

He grumbles between the two of you, annoyed and embarrassed and so overwhelmingly in love.

As predicted, he makes a quick effort to switch topics. "How long are we staying?"

You and Jon respect his discomfort with focused public affection and pull away. "Long as we want," you answer, shoving a smaller tuft of pink into your mouth. "Mom just said to be home before two."

Jon nods. "I wanna watch a Disney movie when we get home." You agree.

"Speaking of getting home," Damian peers over his shoulder at the small mountain of prizes, food, and skateboards behind you, "how exactly do you plan on getting Arnold home?"

You eye the four-foot-six sloth and your longboard. Then you turn back to your boys, moonlight casting a gleam in your eyes. "I have absolutely no idea."

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jaeminscoffee · 4 years ago

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Ineffable.

Ineffable - Too great to be expressed in words.

Pairing - Lee Taeyong x reader

Genre- Pure fluff!

Word count- 2.58k

Warnings- None but please let me know if THIS amount of fluff is cringe or not kselkkd. Also, I'm sorry if this story's dissapointing, my health hasn't been the best so if the storylines not good, let me know :)

Summary- All it took was a couple of smack on his head, water splashed onto his face and being called friend on the first date for him to step out of his comfort zone and confess to you.

You and Taeyong had a really complicated relationship. If you could call it one.

You're neither friends, nor enemies, neither were you dating. You wish you were but no.

But still at the end, the two of you always end up paired together, be it projects, going for business trips, being promoted together, you'd basically seen him all day. So it was obvious the two of you spoke.

Well, you spoke, he'd listen, giggle at your talks, and then say a sentence or two max. You guys would be what people other than your friend group called acquaintances.

Anyone with eyesight would know immediately that you're head over heels for the lad. You made it a little too obvious. Always talking frantically around him, your heart flutters when you hear him laugh, his presence in all just made you giddy. And so you'd always been happy when he'd be paired up with you in everything.

Your friends basically divided themselves into two groups. One that supported you and pushed you to go confess your love for him, the other being one who ridiculed you for loving a guy that they thought would never like you back.

On the other hand, Taeyong was just shy.

Your bubbly persona overwhelmed him. Of course he liked you too, he just needed one smack at the back of his head. Or not because his friends have done it way too many times, yet here he is, just daydreaming scenarios of what he'd do for you if the two of you dated resulting in him not talking much.

So when Yuta, his friend, poured the tiniest amount of water onto his face and yelled 'BOOMER' at him, he thought it's finally time to make a move.

A hangout. Exactly what the two of you needed.

Break time had come to an end, you were walking with Luna to your cabin, when you crossed paths with Taeyong, who was indulged in a conversation with Johnny, another one of his friends from the same department as the two of you.

"Oh boy, here we go again" Luna spoke from beside you. You look at her, confusion spread all over your face. "huh?" she let out a chuckle, shaking her head, "You've been staring at him long enough for him to look back at you-" she pointed at the direction where Taeyong and Johnny stood with her head, as you turn around to look at him "-but you were so busy devouring his existence to realize that", He waved at you, which you did back but then turned back at Luna, flustered.

She looked behind you gesturing something to either Johnny or Taeyong, then turned you around and pushed you towards where the boys were, Johnny doing the same with Taeyong as both your bodies collided, gently, but hard enough to send the two of you stumbling back a few steps.

You hear the other two laugh and walk away, you turn back to send a glare at your friend, but ended up landing on Johnny who winked to that.

You face your crush, "Hey" you tuck a stray piece of hair behind your ears. He sent you a smile and nodded his head, greeting back.

"How's your day so far?" you ask him, raising an eyebrow in anticipation. "It's been good, tiring but doable" he ended the answer. Your shoulder slouch down as his answer again ended in a sentence. "What about you? How's yours going" you look up, caught off guard, since this was the first time he's ever asked a question back.

Okay that's an exaggeration, he did ask questions, but that was a rare occasion.

"It's good! Tressa spilled her coffee over her documents which got Mr.Kim extremely mad, i finished the final task just a few minutes before break, i was just going to gather my things and head out" you smile radiantly. He smiled at your excitement of finally getting off of work.

There was a second of silence, this time Taeyong being the one breaking it.

"Could you wait for just a little while? I'm almost done too, so we can head out together" he asked, fidgeting with his hands, a habit he has that comes out of nervousness "If that's too much of a hassle you could go now that's fine too!-" he quickly added after seeing your eyes widen.

You interrupt, waving your hands in the air in quick motions, shaking your head," No no! It isn't, i could wait" you smile at him, which he returned back with equal enthusiasm.

No longer than 10 minutes later, you and Taeyong made your way towards the elevator, him initiating small talks every now and then, asking questions about you, to which you gave long answers for.

"-and then Lisa just threw up on him because of how much booze was in her system" you end your story from last Saturday, Taeyong let out a hearty laugh at the ending, sending warmth streaming all through your nerves.

The door opened at the basement, where his car was parked, "Oh? I took the bus today,I sent my car for servicing yesterday " you say, stepping out. "That's fine! I could drive you" he offered.

"No no! That'll be a trouble for you! I could just take the bus-" "Please. I'll kidnap you if I have to, if that means you'll ride with me" Taeyong said, smiling widely at you. You giggle at his words, feeling heat rush up your cheeks, as you cup your face to reduce the heat.

"Alright no need to involve kidnapping here" you say making your way towards his car alongside him.

Okay Okay Taeyong, be outgoing. Fun to be around. Ask questions. This your chance.

"Welcome aboard" He said, the second you stepped into the passenger's seat, you laughed at his antics, reaching out to fasten the seat belt. Taeyong beat you to it, reaching over across your body, tugging at the seat belt and fastening it.

The proximity had blood rush up your cheeks once again, damn it.

"Safety first!" he said wearing his own seatbelt, starting the car, pulling out of his parking space and out of the basement.

Once you were away from the building of your work space, you turn to the side looking at Taeyong's side profile, admiring the way the street lights shone upon his face,highlighting the scar on the right side of his face, he's perfect, no doubt. But this slight scar proved he was too, nothing more than just a human. The grip he had on the steering wheel made the veins on his hands more prominent. "So Tae-" "-Y/n" you start at the same time, "Oh you go first" you say quickly, knowing that if you'd stay there admiring Taeyong he'd probably ask you to go first.

"There's this really good restaurant by the corner in just two minutes and it's really late, so, wanna go grab dinner together?" he said in a breath, looking at you for a split second before turning his focus back onto the road.

"Oh sure! If though, either you let me pay or we share the bill" you reply excitedly, smiling at the fact that you'd get to spend more time with him.

"No? Come on, let me pay for the first date-" he stopped abruptly as you look at him with wide eyes, "date.. I like the sound of that" you let out a chuckle as you see him gulp down.

The rest of the car ride, you spoke back and forth, Taeyong replied much better than how he'd used to, you two even jammed to some of the radio music together, eventually pulling over in front of the restaurant Taeyong wanted to take you to.

"Korean barbecue? How did you know I was craving it?" you say, removing the belt and turning towards the driver's seat, to see no Taeyong.

You jump when the door of your side opens, Taeyong standing there with his hands out, offering it to you. You hit his palm at the extremely cliché action, then held it and stepped out of the car. "Because it's Saturday and everyone craves it on the weekends, now let's go!" he pulled you out of the seat, slamming the door shut and jogging towards the restaurant as you laughed at his sudden bubbliness.

The two of you went and took a seat at the end of the restaurant, it wasn't anything too posh, but it wasn't not too plain either, it was cozy. Taeyong removed his coat and hung it on his chair. And then hurried over to your side and pulled your chair out, you smack his shoulder, to which he grinned and made his way back to his seat.

"What do you want to eat?" he asked, looking at the menu.

"The classic, wouldn't want to add any other flavor to the classic" you reply back, looking at the names of different delicacies written on the card, not noticing Taeyong look at you. It's when you set the menu card down that you notice his gaze. You feel yourself starting to blush for the nth time that night. This is the impact Lee Taeyong has on you. One gaze is all it takes and you're completely melted.

The waiter came in minutes later, took your orders and went back, you just waited, having common talks with the boy in front of you, sometimes drifting into your subspace, maybe fangirling over him way too much from time to time.

"Oh oh I got another one, do you know why Hershey chocolate closed down?" he asked.

One thing you found out about him is that he's a sucker for pick up lines. "because I'm too sweet?" you giggle as you see a frown forming up on his features "come on, yong, that's a classic try again."

"Unfair! Even if you know the answer you shouldn't say it!" he whined out, messing his hair, you laughed out loud at how cute he looked and sounded, drawing a few eyes onto the table, which neither of you paid attention to, Taeyong joining along with you with his tiny giggles.

The food arrived, and you dig in immediately, earning a chuckle from Taeyong as you stuff your cheeks.

You looked cute.

"Alright this is a tough one, are you my appendix?" he asked, gulping down a decent amount of food.

"clearly not? why?" you reply, voice coming out muffled.

"because i have a funny feeling in my stomach that makes me feel like i should take you out" he said, looking at you intently. You start choking due to his reply, to which Taeyong laughed out loud, calming himself, leaning forward to pat the top of your head and pushing your water glass at you.

"Taeyong what in the name of heaven even!" you ask, now you lean forward to hit him as he started laughing again.

"Hey admit it, that was a good one!" he said, looking at you with his eyes wide as you kept hitting him.

"Whatever. Eat" You chuckle and turn back to your food, the blood most probably clot on your cheeks through the entirety of the night.

The both of you finish, getting up from your seats as Taeyong gestured you to wait for him by the entrance.

He paid for the food, and made his way back to you, with two fruit Popsicles in his hand.

He handed one over to you, and started walking the opposite direction from where his car was parked. "Yong, it's this way-" you say, standing in the same place. "I know" he simply replied, stopping and turning back around to look at you. "Come on hurry, follow me!" he said and started walking again. You jog to catch up with him.

You walk in silence for ten minutes, eating the Popsicle he'd bought, shoulder's sometimes brushing past each other.

"We're here!" he said excitedly, you look up from your feet and stare at whatever Taeyong was looking at, eyes immediately lighting up as you see the calm waters of the river in front of you.

"Beautiful, right?" he asked, smiling at you as your eyes stayed fixed at the scenery in front of you.

You hum in agreement, walking towards the railing to get a closer look, Taeyong following suit.

"Thank you" you said, all of a sudden.

"Hm? For?" he asked, confused. "Today, it was fun! I guess we can call ourselves friends now right??" you ask, taking your eyes off the river and turning to look at the boy.

Come on Taeyong, this is your chance.

"Y/n." he started, you look at him with your eyebrows raised.

"Friend's is so far off from what you really are to me, Y/n" he said, letting out a sigh and turning to face the river.

"What do you mean?" you knew exactly what he meant. You felt your heart flutter, beating a little faster than normal, if he would back out now, you'll take a step forward.

"Oh god how do i do this, I- just.. Okay listen, i like you okay? I really really like you" he said fast, turning to look at you this time. "I thought I made it obvious? How didn't you get even the slightest of hints if my feelings for you?" he said, his eyes furrowed.

"Because, honey you never made it obvious, if anything, you looked like you had no interest in talking to me" you said, laughing and stepping forward, feeling your stomach churn in weird ways, the muscles of your face, starting to hurt from how widely you were smiling.

"don't mind that! I'm just-just usually like that around everyone-"

"I like you too" you cut him off, stepping forward to get a little closer to the boy.

"-and i felt like, wait what?" he stopped, looking at you with wide eyes.

"i said i like you too! I think, in fact, I'm in love with you. A little too much" you add, seeing a red hue take over Taeyong's face, as he temporarily looked down, and back at you the shocked expression replaced by an extremely wide smile.

You two just stared at each other, Taeyong stepping forward with a questioning look on his face.

"Can i kiss you?" he asked, his voice tiny. You laugh in content, and instead of answering him, you walk closer to him, standing on your toes, placing a soft peck on his lips.

Taeyong let out a chain of giggles, leaning forwards and capturing your lips again, hands going around your waist, yours finding its way around his neck as the two of you smile into the kiss.

He pulled away first, looking at you with a loving look.

"So i can call you mine from today right?" he asked, his eyes shimmering in the twilight.

"Only if you tell me one of the best pick up lines you've got" you reply, crossing your arms over your chest watching Taeyong mumble out a 'you know it' and step back, looking you up and down, placing a hand under his chin.

"I-...damn, I'm sorry you're so beautiful you made me forget my pick up line" he said, looking straight into your eyes.

"Ew Tae, you are such a cheesy man" you say, taking large steps towards him. He reached out to you, snaking his hands around your waist placing another soft kiss on your lips.

"I'm your cheesy man"

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Should I Stay or Should I Go? (The Eighties Blasts Collection, Part 11.)

Description: Jim Hopper died as a hero. But with that, one certain problem rises up - who will now lead the cops of Hawkins? Hopper thought of that - he decided to write a letter, naming his niece, nineteen-year-old student of Indianapolis police academy, Y/N Hopper as a sheriff deputy in a letter. But anybody in the town doesn’t have a clue that being a cop in Hawkins is way more dangerous than it might seem.

Part Summary: Hopper Jr. is now going through a slight life crisis - she is hunted down by a Shapeshifter, he cabin is out of use and to plan something with the dinguses around is basically impossible.

A/N: I just wanted to have a few minutes to catch a breath and to let Hopper have a bit of fun with the boys. Chapter inspired by You're a Fighter along with Boys and Girls from the Stranger Things 3 original score by Kyle Dixon and Michael Stein.

Word Count: 5.6 K

Tagging: @charmed-asylum @nemodoren

Master list: The Eighties Blast Collection

The following morning was stressful and crazy, to say the least. Steve might have a day off from the video shop, but he still had to pretend that you're not in his room and that everything is just right and as it's supposed to be. He almost accidentally told his mom a few times. That was like walking on thin ice. He let you borrow some more of his clothes, making a promise that he'll stop in your cabin with you to take some of your clothes.

He unlocked the door to his bedroom once his parents left the house - you were just sitting on his bed in his sweats and an old t-shirt, reading through one of his magazines. You already sneaked through the whole room, looked at the photos of him and the kids, your personal favorites were the ones with Dustin, one with Robin where they were... Extremely close, you looked at his books that were just covered up in dust and his collection of movies. You even found a small photo album, clearly as old as the time, hidden under his pillow.

There were mainly photos of small boy Steve where he was just incredibly cute - messy hair, always dirty from the mud that was outside, in his baseball outfit. Then there was little Stevie walking his bike... And a picture of him and Nancy hugging, which wasn't that old. Were they... Dating before? But on the same page, there was a picture of you, hugging Steve with a big, toothless smile - that was the fourth of July and you were making yourself apples in caramel. You could remember that he was much taller than you when you were both just kids. His mom took you both there since Hopper had to stay at the station until eleven in night.

That night, the thing at Barb's treehouse happened. That memory made you chuckle as well.

But when Steve opened up the door, you were just casually laid down on the bed you've tidied up and you slowly turned your head to look at Harrington.

“Well, the house is empty, come out and do as you please. Brush your teeth, have a shower, have some breakfast, just like if you were at your place.” - Steve invited you into the house with a warm smile. When you walked into the hall, you were surprised. The inside of the house hasn't changed a bit since you were little. There was still a ton of photos of small Steve - there was still even the one where you, Nance, Johnathan and Steve were trick or treating for the first time ever. It was so embarrassing that it actually made you chuckle a bit.

"Eggs, bagels, Eggos?" - Steve yelled at you from the kitchen, making you jump a bit as you freaked out. - "Triple-Decker Eggos Extravaganza?" - You snorted and reminded Steve of the tower of unhealthy sweets put into one mash-up. Hopper never bought you a cake for your birthday - but he always made a tower of Eggo waffles, whipped cream, jelly beans bought on the gas station, Hershey's kisses and Reese's pieces. You loved it. And usually, you invited friends and he made Extravaganza for each of them to celebrate your big day.

"I don't think I can cook you such a masterpiece." - Steve said with a chuckle, leaning into the fridge to look what's in store.

"I had exactly this suspicion since you told me that you'll cook me something. Who's a chief who doesn't know how to cook a good Extravaganza?" - You said jokingly, pouring yourself a glass of milk. - "Eggs and some bagel will do, then."

"Right. Hop into the shower, do you want some fresh clothes?" - Steve asked and leaned into the fridge to get some eggs. You shook your head, leaving him all alone in the kitchen. You could remember that Steve was less than a bad cook back in your day - you just hoped that he finally learned how to cook. When you got out of the shower, the house smelled... Nice. It didn't smell like the whole house is on fire.

And when you got down to the table, you were rather pleasantly surprised - Steve was already eating and watching the news. There was a second plate which was surely for you. Mashed eggs were formed into a smiling face along with a few strips of bacon, two fresh bagels were leaned into the plate and a cup of fresh coffee was served along with your glass of milk.

"I didn't know how you like your coffee, so it's basically just colored water." - Steve smiled at you. He was clothed as well - having a pair of jeans and a polo shirt. He was looking like a million bucks and you, sitting there with your hair not combed, dressed in a t-shirt that was saying Go-Hawkins-Go!, clearly supporting local baseball team, and your jeans muddy from the yesterday's incidents, looked like a horrendous monster, to say the least.

"This is too nice of you. Thank you so, so much." - You smiled and Steve just smiled back before turning back to the TV once again.

"They already informed about Mrs. Duffer. They said that there's a killer set loose and it awaits their next victim. Poor people." - Steve said a bit ironically, looking right into his plate. You nodded and furrowed. - "We'll catch up with Dustin and Mike today. Lucas and Max went on a trip, Nance is at university and Robin is on her shift. I already told Dustin via radio, he said he'll tell Mike. But first, before we start to plan an ambush, we need to see the people who went missing in the last... Month."

"An ambush? You're calling it an ambush?" - You asked unbelievably whole you shoved some eggs down your throat. You were almost grinning. You were hunting down a Shapeshifter. And they were calling the whole plan an ambush? They were such children.

"We obviously need to lay out a trap, because I and other dinguses can't beat it on our own." - Steve said and you started to laugh since it was getting more and more ridiculous.

"Sure, Harrington, sure." - You stopped after a while and took a sip of your milk. - "I think that I'm afraid for my whole life, but I'm trying to hide all of under the surface and then I look mentally ill."

"Hopper was more and more aggressive and ironic - the closer the Demogorgon got close, the rougher he was. Or, that's what I always thought. Everyone has their tactics to stand against dangers and threats. Or Demogorgons for that matter." - The boy on the opposite side of the table said and then, he got up to wash the plate. Hopper. The typical American tough guy who tried to act the toughest he could.

In reality, you hadn't met anyone more loveable who would've had a bigger heart than he had. He was the typical family guy - man dressed up in denim jeans, flannel shirt with a beard. The man from your local family ad. But yeah, you knew that he could be short with his temper, like when he was helping you to build your first kite (he broke it four times) or when someone was laughing at you just because you didn't have such nice dresses and played baseball in your fifth grade. Or when you had your first argument over boys when you got to puberty. Yeah, he was short with his temper, but he calmed down rather quickly and tried to win you over with ice cream and chocolate.

But to see him stand up against a monster? You knew for sure that you didn't have a chance to get to know this Hopper. But you somehow got the feeling that you'll be the same person when it comes to action.

You left the Harrington residence before it was nine o'clock - Steve insisted on taking you in his car since it was newer, fresher and not so far. He also was making sure that you won't leave him standing somewhere in the city. First, you drove to your cabin to pack some clothes, including a few t-shirts, jeans, sweats and a lot of sweatshirts and underwear.

You and Steve still had to think through how will he tell his mom why woman underwear can be found in his dirty clothes, but he just said that you shouldn't be worrying about that since you had bigger problems. Thank God, Shapeshifter couldn't be seen - it wasn't watching you, it wasn't hiding in the cabin, you were alone and safe.

Then, Steve drove you to the police station and parked on the small parking lot. He bought himself a cup of coffee from Dunkin' Donuts and listened to the songs on the radio, watching the surroundings.

You were in a completely different position - you walked inside the station, but you were visibly nervous. To cover the bruise on your forearm, you put on a long-sleeved turtleneck, covering it in Steve's Go-Hawkins-Go! t-shirt. Flo almost instantly noticed that you're pale and trembling the hell out.

"You look awful, darling. What are you doing here?" - She stood up and smoothed your face lightly. You smiled at her, pouring yourself a glass of water.

"I'm... I'm good. I need to speak with Stanford and to... Search through some cases." - You looked at her and then sat on the opposite side of the table, looking at her in the eyes. - "I think I found out something that links all the missing persons."

"So you want to copy the folds?" - Flo rose her eyebrows and you completely stiffed for a few seconds, thinking about everything. - "You're so much alike, darling. Hopper was just like you when he was younger - copying folds and cases, photos and notes, sitting at home in the evening and thinking about it. He fell in love with his job since the day he started here. I won't tell Stanford if you promise me that you won't show anyone else."

"I promise I won't, Flo. Please, bring me copies of the missing person from last month and Mrs. Duffer's case. I will talk to Stanford in the meantime." - You smiled at the old lady, exhaling out loud. You were lucky that Flo knew both you and Hopper. She was there when Jim started his job as a normal police officer until the moment he became the chief. And she was there even when you started there as well.

Then, when Flo disappeared in the back for the files, you knocked on your boss's door. Before you disappeared inside, Anderson gave you a begging look. You knew what was going on - he sent you to the site, he gave you the case, he was the cop responsible for what happened to you.

But you rose your fingers holding the glass and gave him a slight smile along with a small nod - he could be sure that he's safe. You didn't plan to tell Stanford that he sent you there.

"Good morning, chief." - You stuck your head inside when Stanford invited you. One look at you and immediately, Stanford could say that you're sick.

"Good morning Miss Hopper. I will immediately say that you're here to take a few days off?" - Stanford stood up and moved a chair so you could sit on it. - "I mean it, Hop. You look awful."

"Oh, yeah, that's why I'm here, definitely." - You said almost immediately in response, nodded and took another sip from the glass. - "I think I caught some cold, I almost didn't get up from bed, my muscles hurt... I need to visit the doctor's."

"You don't look good at all, Hopper. Take a week or two off. You were doing so well, it's alright to occasionally take a few days off. You're a good cop." - Stanford stood up and leaned his ass into his desk, watching you. You slowly nodded, giving him a slight smile. - "That's a deal, then. Give me a call once you feel fine. We'll miss you. What about your tests? How does that go?"

"First grades of this year were straight As, so I'm hoping to keep the score, sir. I hope you write me a good review." - You joked around and laughed. You sat in the office for a few minutes, so Flo should have the papers copied already. So slowly, you got up and smiled at Stanford, who was still watching as you were leaving.

"You can be sure, Hopper. You're a great addition to our team, so why would I do you any harm? See you when you'll feel good." - He waved at you lightly and turned around to look at the paperwork on his desk. Two weeks. Fourteen days. That was enough to catch the Shapeshifter in your opinion.

Flo secretly passed you a fold full of freshly copied papers that were still warm. So Hopper was doing the same things? He was taking the work home?

Sure, sometimes you saw him thinking over a case while he smoked a cigarette at home in the evening when he couldn't fall asleep, but this must've happened way often. What was Hopper's life like without you? Were you really that much like your uncle?

It took you ten minutes - to get the files and to talk out a holiday with Stanford. Steve was surprised since he parked literally a few seconds ago since he took you a coffee and a few donuts at Dunkin' Donuts.

"You're done already? I thought that they'll be having you there at least for twenty minutes." - Steve told you when you sat beside him. You furrowed and looked at him. - "Cops are so serious all the time, so I'd say that they are doing the administrative a seriously long time. That was an attempt to be funny." - Steve protected his ass with this excuse while he gave you his cup of coffee and started the engine again.

"You're joking about my profession, Steven. Don't forget that I can still kick you goddamn ass in an instance. I'm only playing sick for fourteen days." - You took a sip from your cup, unbelievably gazing out of the window. He was playing on thin ice.

"I was joking, Hopper, I was joking. Calm down. Don't forget where you're living now." - Steve looked at you while you were waiting on the green light, while Queen were playing in the car.

"Oh, I can live at Mike Wheeler's basement, can't I?" - You answered ironically, taking another sip. Jesus, that coffee was delicious. Steve knew what he was buying. He mumbled something like You totally can live with Mike, I dare you to. - "But really, is fourteen days enough?"

"Sure, more than enough. It took only a week to find the Mindflayer and to discover a super-secret Russian base underneath the mall in the summer and most of the time, I was wearing that Scoops Ahoy uniform. And I was looking like a million bucks." - Steve answered from his focused gaze watching the street in front of the car. He leaned his head towards you, motioning you to give him a sip.

"This is extremely dangerous and as a cop, I don't like this whole situation at all." - You need to say that you giggled, while Steve tried to drive straight but drink coffee at the same time. You just liked that boy, he could be funny at times.

"But it's hilarious. My favorite trick. Ladies are going crazy from this." - Steve gave you a big smile and you just rolled your eyes, taking a sip of your coffee.

The car stopped in front of Wheeler's residence ten minutes before ten o'clock. But you weren't getting out of his car - instead, he took his donuts and coffee and looked at you. - “Well, take the radio from under your seat and call Dustybun.”

“You can't do that on your own, Harrington?” - You mumbled and almost threw your cup of coffee at Steve, almost spilling out his. You found the radio, which was pretty messy - there were pieces of food stuck on it, a clear stain from coffee and... Oh, Lord, what was the last thing? Did you want to know? - “This is just fucking disgusting.”

“Shut up and call Dustin before I let go of at least one of the cups.” - Steve mumbled, barely holding everything in his hands. You slowly exhaled and pushed the buttons on the radio.

“Dustin? Hopper here. Do you copy?” - You asked, watching Mike's house, but then you turned your head to look at Steve and it was way more interesting. His balancing was on point, you needed to admit.

“Yeah. Why do you have Steves radio?” - Dustin asked with a true interest in his voice, but you just turned the radio again and chuckled. - “Don't worry about that douche, he's here and he's trying to impress me.”

“Is he?” - Dustin asked back, but it didn't sound like a joke at all. But Steve just panicked, leaned to the radio and gave you a short look. You rather turned the radio and put it to Steve's lips. - “You tell another word and your ass is grass, you're dead Handerson, do you copy?” - Steve hissed into the radio. Dustin just hummed in response. - “Now tell little Wheeler to move his little tush and open up the door, or I'll let go of two cups of coffee which weren't exactly the cheapest. Copy, over and kill.”

After that, you sat there with your lips parted, having a daring smile on your lips. - “All right, okay. What was that, Harrington? Are you threatening a small kid?”

“No, I just politely told him to mind his own damn business. Will, you be so nice and take your things already?” - Steve almost threw your pack at you and you were just laughing when you got off the car. Mike stood there already, waving at both of you.

“You have everything?” - Mike asked, leading you to his basement. At that moment, Karen came to look at what's happening. She was rather surprised to see both of you standing in the hall of your room.

“Hopper? Steve? What you're doing here?” - She went to hug you in a mother-like way, smiling at the both of you. Mike just widened his eyes and he was about to protest, but you knew your way with parents. Your parents, Mike's parents, Hopper - you knew your way.

“We would like to go camping for a weekend with the kids. Since anyone else is in the town, Nancy is at school and Robin isn't available, we just have an early meeting, to sketch our schedules, like when I should have a weekend off, and these, you know, it is a lot to plan.” - You chuckled. You spoke so calmly and everyone in the room just bought you the story. Even these two who knew you're just blatantly lying were buying it.

“Yeah, yeah.” - Mike nodded, being overly dramatic. - “We want to go camping with Steve, Hopper, Robin, and Nance. Maybe having Jonathan and Will would be really nice, so, we really have to go and... Talk.”

“Yeah. It was my idea originally.” - Steve said proudly while Mike continued on his way to the basement door. You just grabbed his jacket and dragged him behind Mike. - “You wish to come up with an idea like this.” - Karen only grinned and walked back to the kitchen.

“Dustin, you should've seen it. Y/N just thought a lie on the spot and it was so good that my mom believed all of it.” - Mike said to Dustin and sat down on an old couch. It was messy and smelled funny, but you didn't say a word. - “I didn't know that cops can lie as you do.”

“It was good, all honor to you, Hopper.” - Steve showed you a thumb up and took a bite of a chocolate donut. You sat next to Dustin, saying hi to him.

“You think of me as of a cop, but you all forget that Jim Hopper was my uncle and almost something like a dad.” - You grinned at Steve. - “I had to come up with sorts of crazy apologies and lies. But I think that Hopper knew about each one of them.”

Then you actually got to the unpacking of the fold Flo printed out for you. There were six people gone missing in the spawn of the last month - old Mrs. Duffer and that boy Alex. You put those ones away since you thought that Shapeshifter won't take their looks again.

There were two men from the nearby factory who got lost on the same day, but really, you found it improbable that the Shapeshifter would take out two men at once. The last two people was a girl around Mike and Dustin's age and a man, who looked like he will climb out of the picture and will eat you alive.

Just when you establish on who did you thought could be really killed by the Shapeshifter and who just got lost or decided to leave. You were left with the young girl, killed Mrs. Duffer and Alex, the small boy.

But everyone was still a suspect.

Karen brought you lunch down to the basement when you were sitting there for two hours already. It was a plate of grilled chicken breasts with vegetables and potatoes. And it was totally delicious.

While you were eating, there was time to finally discuss the ambush as Steve called it. Mike Wheeler had surprised you with an amount of knowledge about ambushes and Demogorgons in general.

"We have to take it somewhere where we know it and where we're sure about what we're going to do. We can't let it take play the surprise card." - Mike said with his mouth full. Your gaze wandered around as you chewed grilled meat. To be honest, you kinda didn't know what they were talking about at all. You've never hunted down a Demogorgon, you've never seen it in action, you've never fought against it.

"He means that we have to know our surroundings - it would be truly a dumbass move to take it to the woods or somewhere out there, where our hands are tied and we're practically blind. Knowing your surroundings does a lot." - Dustin explained what Mike had said to you and you hummed back in response. That made sense.

"What if we take it somewhere where we've already fought it?" - Steve tried to say something meaningful to the subject.

"Hopper wouldn't be glad if we would break her cabin like we did in the summer, we've already rampaged the public pool, we've fought it in Will's house, in the wood, the car graveyard and who can forget Starcourt?" - Mike started to list on his fingers, looking Steve in the eyes.

"You mean school?" - Dustin asked Steve. Steve clearly didn't mean school, but it made him appear smart, so he slowly nodded, testing the waters. - "Mike, that's actually a good idea. I knew you were smart sometimes, Steve!" - Dustin stood up and Steve truly didn't know if he should be offended or complimented. - "It's not too hard to get into the school in the evening, we'll just beg mister Clarke to borrow us his keys to the radio room. Hopper will act as the responsible adult who will promise to stay there with us after closing hours. She's a cop, so no-one will question it."

"And I'm not a responsible adult?" - Steve asked offendedly, looking at Dustin, who just giggled right into Steve's face.

"Steve, you're everything but adult and responsible. On the other hand, you're the best babysitter that Hawkins's basketball team has ever seen." - Dustin patted Steve's shoulder in a friendly way, but you furrowed as a new wave of insecurity rose inside of you. Your silent voice practically muted down the bickering between Steve and Dustin.

"What if it won't work along?" - You asked silently, but even if the question didn't sound like it had too much sense in it. Everyone just questioned it while you straightened up. - "What if it's not after me? What if I and Mr. Mom here wrong and it was just a coincidence that it found me. It maybe isn't out to hunt me down. Maybe it's just hunting down literally anyone that crosses their path."

Everyone shut up for a moment and looked somewhere in the distance. That was a valid question and an argument that had an actual point.

"We need to test the theory out, I guess." - Dustin said quietly and Mike looked at him.

"No. No. No. No. I know that look, dickheads and yeah, that's a no." - Steve said loudly, standing up, laughing almost unbelievably. No-one else was laughing though. You didn't know what was going on and even if the boys did know what was going on, they weren't laughing at all.

Steve stood up, put his palms on his lips and swiftly licked his lips, looking at every one of you. - "And there's too little of us to stand against that. No. Don't ever bring that up again."

"Calm down, Harrington, she doesn't even know that we talked about her." - Mike looked at you and you just rose your eyebrows. You truly didn't have a clue that the boys were talking about you.

"What does that have something to do with me? Why are you standing? Sit the hell down, babysitter." - Your palm tugged Steve's denim jacket to sit down, while you let Mike and Dustin speak their minds.

"There was the first Demogorgon two years ago. It dragged Will to the Upside Down and it had eaten Barb. But Nancy and Jonathan figured out that the Demogorgon is something like a shark. It senses blood from miles away - they cut their palms to attract it. It worked the last time at least..." - Mike told you quietly and you just looked at your palm, opening and closing it once or twice.

"So you want me to cut my palm so we could to lure the monster inside the school?" - You asked worriedly. - "What if it doesn't work? What will we do then?"

"That's why we need to test it out, Hopper. That's when the old car graveyard can come on handy. We can use the bus as a barricade again." - Dustin mumbled, visibly surprised by the brightness of his plan.

"The Shapeshifter is smart. Perhaps even intelligent. It uses tactics, and not just hunting ones. It tried to scare me when I was in my cabin, it tapped on the windows, scratched it." - You looked at the boys and licked your lips. - "What I'm trying to say is that it probably won't just fall for the trap that easily."

"We'll be prepared. There will be Lucas, Max, I and Dustin, you and Steve. Maybe even Nance and Robin. And that's eight people against one Shapeshifter - at both school and the car graveyard. We stand a fair chance." - Mike said and you actually believed him that he believes that you can really make it. - "And if it's smart, just like you're saying, Hopper, it will run away from the graveyard. It will definitely know that it's in danger."

You looked at Steve without pretty much nothing in your face. Steve didn't agree, not a bit, but at least he sat back on his damn ass. - "It's a good idea, Harrington. You've been there with me, maybe the Shapeshifter is after both of us?"

"Nice try, but I'll gladly stay out of your trouble. But, if you want to test it out, I guess we're testing it out." - Steve agreed with you, but you could say it doesn't bring him any happiness.

"Yeah. Let's plan this whole thing out, shall we?" - You asked the boys and took a small notebook and a pen which was Mike giving you.

Both you and Steve alongside Dustin were leaving the Wheeler's residence just half an hour before five o'clock and half an hour before Steve's parents came home and you had to be locked in his room. Two pictures were hanging just above the driver's seat, so you always saw the faces of the two lost persons.

Slowly, you drove Dustin home and after that, Steve drove you both to his home. He helped you with the bag to your room, you hid the file in your room and he locked you inside as he went to greet his parents.

In Mike Wheeler's house, there was everyone already sitting at the table, including Nancy and Ted. Karen was looking at Mike, her eyes constantly running back to him and then to Holly. Until Mike asked her what's up with her.

"I was thinking about Jim's goddaughter and Steve." - Karen tried to think about how to slowly lean into the subject she was interested in.

"What about them?" - Mike asked back annoyedly, playing with his food, looking at Nance. She was truly surprised that her mom has seen you together. Mike told her that you were there to have a small meeting, talking about the Demogorgon, but what the hell did your mom see?

"I just think they're looking really nice together, that's all. Are they dating?" - Karen casually asked from serving the fresh salad on her plate, having a contented smile on her face. Nancy and Mike looked at each other, prepared to defend your name if they found it necessary.

"I'm sure they aren't." - Nancy said and took a sip of her lemonade. - "If they were dating, Steve wouldn't be able to shut his mouth about it."

"Yeah, I think so." - Mike agreed with his older sister immediately - they were able to be a great team when the situation demanded them to be one.

You, at the same time, were sitting on the floor of Steve's floor when the lock suddenly unlocked. You hoped that it's Steve with some food, but instead, Mrs. Harrington walked in first followed by Steve. At least, she was holding a plate of food, putting it on Steve's desk.

You immediately stood up and your cheeks reddened when you thought about what you're going to say to Mrs. Harrington. But she just smiled at you, waving you off.

"Steve already told me what happened. I didn't know that deers can have rabies or that they're so aggressive during it. I heard it broke your door in the early morning?" - She stood up and looked at you. The worst thing about all of this was that she was deadly serious.

So, Steve thought that deers could catch rabies. And he obviously told his mom that deer which caught rabies is why you're practically living in their house. And she believed it. That boy was either a total genius or a complete, utter idiot.

"Oh, yes. It suddenly just speeded into my door and broke the wood in half, so... I need to buy another door." - You nodded and fidgeted your fingers on your belly. Mrs. Harrington looked at Steve for a while and then she waved him off and shut the door.

"Or, if it is because you feel alone there, honey, you can talk to me." - She hummed, gently soothed your cheek and caught your palms in hers. - "I know it's been a lot and that living on your own isn't funny. You have anyone to talk to, you woke up and it's empty and when you go to sleep, it's also empty." - That was true. It was awfully empty at the times you were just coming home from work. You sat down on the armchair, took the leftovers from lunch and subconsciously waited on Hopper. You usually slept in the armchair, waiting for your godfather to open the door and come in.

"No, it's just rabies. I'll just get the window repaired and buy a new door and then I'll come back to my cabin. I'll be here for a week if I can." - You smiled back and she nodded. - "Thank you for your hospitality. It means so much to me."

"As for that... Dean still doesn't know you're here and it would probably be better if it stays this way until you move back. It's silly, I know, but Dean would not understand as I and Steve do.” - She told you and hugged your shoulders with one arm and you let her. - “And if anything happens, if you need something, just call me Catherine, alright?”

After that, she left you in the room and Steve walked in with the glass of lemonade which Mrs. Harrington served you.

“I need to tell at least my mom since she does the laundry and she would notice that the food would disappear.” - Was one of the last things Steve had told you that night.

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kellexplainsitall · 2 years ago

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Running hasn’t been going super well for me lately! The 4th of July race highly exceeded my expectations, but since then, not so great! I did the mile about two weeks ago. To be fair, it was 95 degrees and everyone I talked to after said their times were way off. I ran 6:07 and thought for sure I could be under 6. Ever since then, my calves have felt terrible. I got a massage a week ago and it helped some, but I am feeling frustrated for sure.

Keegan did the fun run (half mile) and I think liked it! He did stop halfway through and request for fruit snacks. I ended up getting third in my age group (technically second, it was supposed to be on gun time, but they did chip). Jenny got first, we stayed around cheering, chatting and drinking free Bud Light seltzers.

My mom came to visit this past weekend and we crammed it full of action. We went to Keegan’s soccer practice and then we took him to the bike shop to get fitted for a helmet. I bought him a used balance bike and it has taken some getting used to, but I think he likes it! It did take us about 30 minutes to walk/bike a half mile home though.

After that, we did some yardwork and pooltime, then Keegs and I took a nap and then Mom and I took him to the real pool. We were all beat by the end of the day.

But not too beat for ice cream! Keegan kept saying “Mmmmm.”

Sunday was casual, we ran, then went to Trader Joes, then said goodbye to my mom, which always makes me sad. Keegan built a little home in his tent. I think it holds about 15 stuffed animals currently. He likes to sit in there and read.

Tim’s family is staying nearby, so we met them at Hershey Park for a bit yesterday afternoon. Tim and I snuck off to ride one roller coaster together, but otherwise, strictly kiddo rides. Keegan told me the firetruck was his favorite ride.

We also went on the tilt a world, it was my Uncle Pat’s favorite ride. Keegan loved it and said “More, please!” after. We didn’t get home until after 8, so I am beat today.

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stealther-gurl · 7 years ago

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Lifeguard AU (Aqualad x Reader)

Word Count: 1500+

@actualaqualadtrashcan (and others) wanted an Aqualad lifeguard AU! Sorry I couldn't think of a better title for this one ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Though it was summer, New England hardly ever got above seventy-seven degrees Fahrenheit. But for (Y/N), that was boiling hot. Every day they were sitting on the big white chair marked with a red cross. The lifeguard seat was meant for two, but the Happy Harbor beach was never crowded enough to warrant more lifeguards.

Until today.

"Jake, I don't need a partner!" (Y/N) told their boss. "I've been doing this for three years, and everyone on the beach knows me well enough not to cross me."

"(Y/N)-"

"And if you're worried that I'm getting soft because things are getting too calm, I swam out to save a six-year-old and a gross old guy who went past the sandbar yesterday."

"(Y/N)," Jake said sternly. "It's not that I don't have confidence in your ability to enforce safety and to save those poor saps, but it's national park regulations. Lots of people have been moving to the Harbor in the past year, and by law, we are required to hire at least one more lifeguard, whom I've already found. Plus, this way you'll be able to sit back and relax."

(Y/N) huffed and marched towards the office door. "I hate sitting in that chair."

"Don't forget to be here early tomorrow! I want you to show our new recruit the ropes!"

(Y/N) slammed the door behind herself.

In all their years on the job, (Y/N) had never been late to work. Today, however, they waited in their car for ten minutes after they parked just to tick of Jake.

Jake ignored their attitude, all smiles to keep things flowing smoothly for their newest lifeguard.

"(Y/N), this is our new fish, Kaldur." Jake pointed with his thumb at a dark-skinned, tattooed guy who had to be at least six feet tall, and that blond hair had to be dyed.

"Kaldur, this is going to be your mentor, (Y/N). They’re the only other guard we've got, but they’re the best we've ever had, and the most dedicated." Jake was so buttering them up right now, but it was not going to work.

"It is a pleasure to be working with you," Kaldur stuck out his hand.

(Y/N) eyed him, grabbing their life board as they pushed past him. "Charmed." They huffed.

They could hear his footprints as he followed them across the sand. So he was going to be one of those insufferable puppy-dog types, wasn't he?

"Mister Jake said you were to teach me about being a lifeguard here." He said. One hand was around the second board provided by Jake, the other was shoved deep in his khaki shorts pocket.

"Not much to teach," (Y/N) snapped, propping their board up on the seat and pushing their hair back. "You make sure people follow the rules, and save their bacon if they get stupid and start to drown." They boosted themself up onto the seat.

Kaldur nodded, deep in thought.

"Hey! No glass bottles! We've got bare feet here!" (Y/N) gave a short burst on their whistle. The man carrying the bottles of root beer glared at them, but nevertheless, he headed back to the parking lot to put his bottles in the car.

(Y/N) nodded promptly and put on their sun visor, already scanning for any more potentially dangerous situations.

They didn't spot any, but what they did see was Kaldur running after the man, calmly inviting him to perhaps buy a commemorative pitcher from the beach's gift shop to put his root beer in instead. The man wasn't too happy about "wasting his money," but he didn't seem as bitter as when (Y/N) yelled at him, and he even shook Kaldur's hand before joining his family on their towels.

A group of elementary-age kids that (Y/N) typically considered "troublemakers" came up to Kaldur and asked to get a better look at his tattoos. (Y/N) wanted to yell at Kaldur to get back to work, but he was being incredibly patient with the kids.

(Y/N) didn't want to admit that they became very interested too when he took off his shirt to show them where the tattoos snaked up his arms and connected on his back.

Kaldur was the first to notice when a boy was wading right for a jellyfish. He helped the kid avoid the stingers, and even helped the fish swim to safety. He also noticed a pod of dolphins farther out to sea and pointed them out to a little girl with dolphins on her swimsuit. He even gave a brief swim lesson to one of (Y/N)'s classmates who seemed afraid of the water

Meanwhile, (Y/N) hadn't even left their stupid chair.

"Who's the new guy?" (Y/N)'s friend asked them a few hours later, leaning against the guard chair.

"New guard." (Y/N) said, squinting at the water. Was that kid drowning?

"He's cute," Zoe said, licking her frozen yogurt cone. She eyed Kaldur, who was helping a couple kids place a flag on top of their sandcastle.

"You're gonna wait thirty minutes after you finish that before you go swimming, right?"

Zoe sighed and saluted. "Yes, Sergeant."

"Help!" Several kids screamed, pointing out to the water. (Y/N) squinted, and out beyond the sandbar they could see the telltale struggle in the water of someone drowning. They jumped down from their seat and sprinted across the sand, diving into the waves. Their strokes cut through the water, and they made good time out to the kid, even with the waves.

"It's okay, I got you," they told them, recognizing the thrashing person as the girl Kaldur had taught earlier.

"Got too cocky, didn't you?" (Y/N) muttered to themself. Their rescue-ee was too busy coughing up water to hear. (Y/N) grabbed the teen under her arms, kicking as hard as they could to keep them both afloat. Then a huge wave came crashing down, forcing both of them under the water.

The wave smacked (Y/N) down against the rocks at the bottom, and another wave tossed them upside down. They gasped for air and felt something grab their arm.

"(Y/N), are you alright?"

Of course Kaldur had to come out and save them. He set (Y/N) down on the sand, and Zoe handed them a towel

"You saved me!" The other drowning victim cried, throwing her arms around Kaldur. The poor boy blushed as she kissed his cheek and everyone began to cheer for him.

(Y/N) turned on their heels and marched up to the guard chair again.

Zoe ran after them. "(Y/N), are you-"

"No, no I'm not okay!" (Y/N) snapped. "The new guy just showed me up, of course I'm not okay!"

They slammed the door to the gift shop and Jake poked his head out of the office.

"So, how's the new fish doing?" He grinned.

(Y/N) slammed a king-size Hershey's bar on the countertop.

"That bad, huh?" Jake winced as he rang up (Y/N)'s order.

"Try good," (Y/N) mumbled. Jake raised a brow in their direction, so they elaborated.

"He's a better lifeguard than I've ever been, and I think I have a freaking crush on him but there's no way he'd like me back after I've been rude to him all day and he has a bunch of way cuter girls falling at his feet."

"Are you sure that he thinks they're cute?" Jake asked, "Because he's staring through that window at you like some lovestruck idiot."

(Y/N) couldn't keep themself from not turning around to look out the window.

Both they and Kaldur looked away pink-cheeked.

Jake patted (Y/N)'s shoulder. "I had a whole bunch of applications from people who wanted to be lifeguards, and I told myself I'd only hire one more for now, to keep your ego intact until you could learn a little humility from this one. There were probably a dozen other people more qualified to be a guard here, but something made me chose him.

"Maybe it was meant to be."

(Y/N) sighed, thinking over what Jake had said as they walked out of the gift shop.

Kaldur was waiting right outside the door.

"Hey."

(Y/N) looked at their feet and broke the candy bar in half. "Chocolate?"

"Thank you," Kaldur nodded and accepted the treat.

"Look, I'm sorry, I've been a huge jerk to you when you've been nothing but nice to me and you saved my life, so...can we just...you know..."

"Start over?" Kaldur asked.

(Y/N) nodded. "Yeah."

Kaldur stuck out his hand. "I would like that."

(Y/N) shook his hand. They laughed, both realizing too late that their hands were covered in melted chocolate.

"HELP!" Someone hollered, and they both looked up abruptly.

"Do you want to get it, or should I?" (Y/N) asked.

Kaldur smiled at her. "How about we both do it? Together?"

(Y/N) tossed him a life board, and the two ran towards the waves.

#young justice #lizart writes #aqualad #young justice fanfiction #young justice x reader #kaldur'ahm #young justice one shot #aqualad x reader #young justice drabble

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weelittleweasley · 7 years ago

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Daddy’s Girl | Sweet Pea x Reader

Prompt by @florborincana : Hiram Lodge will do anything to protect his girls from anything he deems dangerous. However, when he sees your relationship between you and Sweet Pea as a hazard to your health, how far will he go to make sure you’re are “safe?”

Secrecy. A word well known to the Lodge family in more ways than one. As you grew up, that term became more nasty and more repulsive. As children, your secrecy was with your sister, Veronica, stealing a piece of candy as children before bedtime, giggling to yourselves as you ran back into your shared bedroom. But as time progressed, those giggles about a Hershey’s Kiss became whispers in your room about a first kiss and eventually a boyfriend. Yet, still your secrets were harmless. On the other hand, the secrets your father kept from your mother and your family were not so innocent. Making illegal transactions, forging signatures, and blackmail were things that were not being giggled at. Instead, it left your mother heartbroken in her bedroom as she would cry to herself to sleep.

For father pledged after he was released from prison that there would be no more secrets in the family. Everything would be taken at face value and that would be that. To some extent, that was true, but you and Veronica weren’t gonna let all of your secrets out. Especially the ones that involved your love life.

Coming from a wealthy, upper class family, you were expected to marry in your early twenties to someone of similar caliber. Your father hoped for a business man, someone who he could pass the business down to, while your mother hoped for a doctor, someone of higher intellect. When it came down to who you wanted and who you were dating, your boyfriend did not meet your parents’ requirements. For about five months, you have been dating a South Side Serpent, Sweet Pea. You two were introduced to each other by Veronica, her thinking that you escaping from your North Side friend group would be a benefit. But not that kind of benefit.

Sweets was a breath of fresh air. He made you take a step back and look at life from his perspective. You came from glitz and glam while he came from dirty streets and beat up sneakers. Pea was reckless, that was for sure, but you always kept each other in check. That’s what made you two the perfect pair. But you weren’t so sure that your parents were gonna think that. As you rounded up on your five month anniversary, Ronnie came up to you last time as you started to strip your bed for sleep. “Hey baby sis,” you smile as she rolls her eyes. You and Ronnie were only fourteen months apart, so technically she wasn’t that much younger than you, but you still loved to tease her about it. “What’s going on?”

Veronica sits on your bed as you plop yourself next to her. “Your five month with Sweet Pea is in a week. When are you gonna...oh, I don’t know, tell mom and dad?” she asks sarcastically as it is now your turn to roll your eyes. “You know I’m right, Y/N. Eventually one of them is gonna notice that you’ve seen sneaking out for some night time adventures at one in the morning. It’s best for you to tell them yourself before they find out from a different source.”

You understood where she came from and you hated to admit that she was right. Aside from the reason of your parents not liking Sweets, you feared what your father would do to him if he really didn’t like him. Your father had his resources and you didn’t know to what length he would go to to ensure that anyone who rubbed him the wrong way would stay away. “I know, Ronnie, but it’s easier said than done,” you hold her hand. “Introducing Archie was easy. He’s a straight A student, a Varsity football player, not to mention a North Sider.” Veronica sighs, knowing that you had a point.

“I still think that you should still tell them. Soon. As in this week,” she tells you as you shake your head. “Good. Invite him over for dinner on Friday.” With that, she hugs you goodnight and exits your room, leaving you to your thoughts. Veronica was right, you should tell your parents and you should tell them soon.

The next day when you woke up for school, you quickly got dressed, smoothing the pleats in your ironed skirt and fixing the sweater that accompanied it. Walking out of your bedroom, you seat yourself across the table from Veronica as your mom smiles at you. “Good morning, mi hija,” she coos as you pour yourself a glass of orange juice. “Good morning, Mom.” Your father strides in from the kitchen, a newspaper in hand. “Good morning, Daddy,” he gives you his cheek to kiss as you give him one sweetly. “Good morning, sweetheart.”

Light conversation is kept as you eat your eggs, still sleepy. School started way too early for you. As you chewed on toast, Veronica kicked your leg under the table, jerking her head to the side to refrence to your father. Tell him, she communicated with her eyes. Not now, you moron! you shook your head as she kicked you again, you letting out a sharp breath in pain, kicking her back. “Something wrong, girls?” your father interrupts you as Veronica smiles. That’s all she wanted.

Smiling brightly to your dad, you open up your mouth to speak but Veronica interrupts. “Y/N has been meaning to tell you something,” she looks at you as you give her a death stare. You are done. Both your father and your mother start to pay close attention to the words that are bound to slip out of your mouth.

Clearing your throat, you sit up straight. “Mom...Dad...I, uh...I’m seeing someone,” you clearly state as your mother smiles, happy to know you are getting back out in the dating realm again. After you left New York, you had a bad break up with a long term boyfriend who your parents were convinced you were going to end up marrying. “I’d like to meet this boy,” your father simply states as he reads the stocks section of the paper. “When can he come for dinner?” he asks. “Tomorrow?”

It was a date night with Pea tomorrow and you really would not like to spend the night with your father breathing down Sweet Pea’s neck. “Actually, Daddy, I have plans tomorrow. Could we do Friday?” you ask as he sighs, nodding his head. You relax slightly into your chair as your mother now perks up. “Is he a friend of Archie’s?” she smiles as your eyes widen. “Is it that Reggie boy? I thought you two would make a cute couple.”

Seeking a diversion, you look to your watch and speak, “Well, would you look at the time! I have to drive myself and Ronnie to school!” Getting up from the table, you kiss your mom and dad’s cheeks quickly, making sure to avoid any additional questions about your boyfriend. You snatch your Givenchy bag from the couch and exit the apartment, descending the stairs with Veronica not to far behind. “Ronnie, you can walk back from school,” you tell her as she just laughs. “You think I’m kidding? Have fun in those Jimmy Choos walking a mile home!”

The school day went by relatively quickly when you knew that Sweet Pea would be waiting for you at his trailer after you got out. When the bell rang, dismissing the students from the final period, you basically ran out of the building. As you passed by Veronica and Archie in the halls, you grabbed her shoulder. “Tell Mom and Dad I’m at a Latin Honors Society meeting. I’ll be home for dinner,” you tell her, before kissing her cheek to dash to your car. V grabs your hand, stopping you. “Um, forgetting something?” she asks, referring to herself. “Oh, you thought I was kidding when I said you can walk home? That’s cute,” you laugh, squeezing her cheeks. “Arch, you got her, right?” you smile as he nods. “Good boy. I’ll see you at home!” With that, you sped out of the parking lot and to the other side of town.

At Sweets’ trailer, you two didn’t waste a second when you entered. He attached his lips to yours as he pulled you close to him, craving your contact. Straddling his lap on the couch as you two continued to make out, you pull away, remembering to tell him about dinner with your parents. “Oh, also, you’re coming over for dinner with my parents on Friday night,” you say before kissing his lips harshly again.

“Woah,” he speaks against your lips as he lightly pushes you back. “What about a dinner with your parents?” You give him an awkward smile as if to say surprise? “Did you take into consideration that they may not...oh, I don’t know...know that I’m a Serpent?” he asks as you can’t help but laugh.

Cupping his face with your hands, you say, “All they care about is making sure ‘Daddy’s Girl’ is happy. And you make me happy. They may be shocked to see that you are a Serpent, but they’ll just have to deal with it. If Betty Cooper’s parents can deal with Jughead, then mine certainly can deal with you.” He lightly laughs before kissing you sweetly. “I love you.”

You can feel him smile against your lips as he pulls away. “I love you, too, baby.”

Soon enough, Friday rolled around and you couldn’t be more nervous. Before he came over, you made sure Sweet Pea was all caught up to speed on what to say and what not to say and what to wear and what not to wear. You raided his closet yesterday, trying to find something that he could wear to somewhat impress your parents. You ended up going to the mall and buying him a black polo and a pair of jeans that weren’t ripped in nine different places. The one problem that you had was his tattoo. His Serpent tattoo was on his neck and he wore it with pride, something that you didn’t want to strip him of. If your parents wanted to meet Sweet Pea, they were gonna meet the real Sweet Pea.

As you finished setting the table, you heard that familiar roar of a motorcycle engine, making your heart beat a mile and minute. “That’s him. I’ll go get the door,” you smile, rushing downstairs as you heard your mother in the back say, “A motorcycle? Oh good Lord.” Greeting him outside, you smile, watching him get off of his bike. He wore the outfit you told him to and did he look good. The polo clung onto his biceps perfectly as he tucked it into his pants that weren’t faded or ripped for once. “Hey there, stranger,” you smile as he walks up to you with a coy smile.

“Hey, tiger,” he dips his head down to kiss you before going inside, knowing that this is the only chance that he’ll have during the night to kiss you without earning ridicule from your family. Interlacing your fingers with his, you both walk back into the dining room of your apartment as you call out for your parents to meet Sweets.

“Mom, Daddy, come in here!” you call as Sweets laughs. “Daddy?” he whispers as you smack him in the chest before your parents come out of the kitchen to meet Sweet Pea. “Mom, Daddy, this is Sweet Pea. Sweets, these are my parents, Mr. and Mrs. Lodge.” Sweets doesn’t hesitate in being the first to initiate shaking hands: you told him your mother always liked a gentleman--someone who went out of their way to show respect. “A pleasure to meet you both,” he smiles as your dad stiffly shakes his hand, you noticing his stare at Pea’s tattoo. Great.

To your surprise, the entire night runs smoothly. You dared to say it went well. Your mother and him seemed to get along just fine, her asking him questions about his studies, him replying that financially he didn’t know if college was an option, but if he had the opportunity he would like to study mechanical engineering and mechanics. His answer took your parents by surprise as you smiled, squeezing his leg under the table in praise. Dinner and dessert were soon done and it was almost time to wrap things up. “Do you need any help with the dishes, Mrs. Lodge?” Pea asks as he stand to help her. She smiles, “Don’t be silly. I’m okay.”

Your dad rises from the table, placing his napkin down. “Hermione, how about the girls help you clean up and I’ll have a chat with Sweet Pea in my office,” he directs as you freeze. You knew what was coming. Your father was going to offer him a drink and give him the ceremonial boyfriend talk. Sweets squeezes your hand as he smiles at you quickly before walking off into your father’s office.

The fifteen minutes he spent in there seemed like fifteen years. As he exits, your father has a large smile on his face as well as Sweet Pea and you can only think, What did my father give him to drink? and then you correct What did Sweets give him to smoke? “I should be headed back home. The streets get busy this time of night,” Sweet Pea says as your mother smiles. He takes the time to thank her for the wonderful meal and her hospitality as your mother blushes in response. “Mr. Lodge, thank you,” Sweets shakes his hand as your father holds up a finger to correct him. “Sorry, um, Hiram.” Your father smiles and shakes his hand as you remain flabbergasted. This must be a dream.

You walk Sweet Pea outside back to his motorcycle and when the door shuts, you start interrogating him. “What did my father tell you? Did he give you a drink? Was it whiskey? Rum? Scotch?” you question as Sweet Pea presses his lips to yours forcefully, making you quell. Melting into his touch, you kiss him back, placing your hands on his chest. As he pulls away, he says, “You know I love you, right?” You smile, “Of course I do, you idiot. I love you, too.” With that, he presses one more kiss to your lips before taking off into the night.

When you walked back inside, your mother complimented on how you picked a nice boy and your father doesn’t say anything. “Daddy?” you ask as he looks at you. “Any thoughts?” He remains silent before speaking, “Nice guy.” That was enough to make you happy. You walked back into your room, slipping on some silk pajamas as Veronica entered. “That wasn’t so painful was it?” she smiles. “Mom likes him. While you were outside with him, she was chatting to me with him in the kitchen. She says he was a gentleman.” You smile, knowing you did well. “Did he tell you what Daddy said in his office?” You shake your head with a sigh as Ronnie groans. “Damn it.”

“Alright, get out of my room, now. I wanna sleep,” you shoo her as she rolls her eyes, making you giggle. That night, you slept soundly, knowing your family was happy with you and your boyfriend’s relationship.

The morning came quickly and you picked up your phone, waiting for your daily good morning text from Pea. But there was only a notification from Betty asking how the dinner went. Maybe he isn’t awake yet? It’s Saturday-- he wants to sleep in. You waiting almost all morning and part of the afternoon to hear from him, but there was nothing. You sent him a few texts asking how he was or what he was doing. Nothing. What is he doing? Soon, the whole day went by and there was no communication with him as you started to grow nervous. Your nerves getting the best of you, you called Jughead to see if everything was okay. Over the phone, Jug told you that he was with him at Whyte Wyrm all day, doing nothing. Why didn’t he text me? The night came just as quickly as the morning as your anxiety was through the roof. You had no call, no text, nothing from Pea and you started to freak out. “Ronnie, why is he doing this? He’s ignored my texts and my calls and Jughead even told me that he was with him the whole day. What is he doing?” you ask her as Veronica remains just as puzzled as you.

Before she can respond with her opinion, your father walks in. “You ladies stayed in all day?” he asks as you shake your heads, looking down and realizing you never changed out of your pajamas. “Archie had practice all day today,” Veronica states and your father looks at you for your excuse. “Sweet Pea didn’t call you?” he asks as you shake your head. “No. He must be busy today. The Serpents were probably having a meeting,” you lie as he shakes his head before slinking into his office. “It’s getting late. I’m gonna head to bed,” Veronica says as she squeezes your hand. “Wake me up if anything happens!”

You walk back into your room, still perplexed about the whole situation. You two had a great dinner last night with your family. Why would he not want to talk to you the next day? As you lay in your bed with just your thoughts, your phone starts to buzz next to you, that name you’ve been waiting all day to see finally popping up. Without hesitation, you pick it up. “Sweets, where the hell have you been all day?” you talk into the phone. He calmly says into the receiver, “Are your parents asleep yet?” You reply a simple no before he says again, “Wait until they are. Text me when you are ready and meet me at the back entrance.” He then hangs up the phone with no ‘goodbye’ or ‘I love you.’ The whole conversation leaves you even more confused than before but you do as he says.

It takes another hour for your parents to fall asleep before you creep into Ronnie’s room to tell her about what happened. “Hold on, what?” she asks. “Why didn’t he ask you to talk to him earlier?” You shrug. “Who knows. But I’m going out the back entrance, so just have me covered. Okay?” you tell her as she gives you the okay. Slinking out of the Pembrooke has become second nature to you from the nights of when you and Pea first started dating. As you slip out the back entrance, there Pea leans up against the oak tree like he usually would be. “Sweets, what the hell is going on?” you ask as he grabs your hands, hushing you. “Your parents cannot know I am here,” he states as you shake your head. “What the hell is that supposed to mean? Pea, what happened yesterday?” you ask and as the words slip out of your mouth, everything becomes crystal clear. “What did my father say to you?”

Sweets sighs, holding your hands in his, rubbing his thumbs across your knuckles--a nervous habit. “When I went to talk to your father in his office, everything started out fine. He asked me about my family, the Serpents, my future...” he trails off. He starts to become more noticeably nervous as he looks at you in the eyes. “He asked me what my intentions were with you and I said to make you happy. I told him I’m in love with you,” he smiles and you do too. But you are still confused. Pea lets out a shaky breath, “He said if I really loved you, I would stay away because us being together puts you in danger.” His words hit you like a bus. You knew this was too good to be true. You didn’t expect anything less of your father. Before you can express your disgust, Pea starts up again. “Y/N, that’s not all...to make sure I stayed away...he offered me money. A lot,” he tells you, concern evident in his voice.

And that is what sent you over the edge, the tears falling effortlessly from your eyes down your face. You were filled with disgust, sadness, anger, and despair. How could he do this to you? Even this was low for a man like him. You should have known better. “How much?” you sniffle as Pea tries to tell you he can’t say. “How. Much.” Sweet Pea sighs. “The price of a four year tuition at RPI.” Your hands clench into fists and you then grab at your hair, angrily tugging at the roots. Your father was willing to pay fifty thousand dollars for four years for a boy’s college tuition just to make sure he stayed away from you. He had some god damn nerve. In that moment, you could only think of the hatred you had for your father. In that moment, everything seemed justified. And like that you made an impulsive decision. “Wait here,” you order as Pea asks you where you are going. “Just stay here. Don’t move.”

Sneaking back into your room, you grab a backpack from your closet, filling it with as much stuff as you can-- clothes, money, books, valuables. Anything important. Grabbing a sheet of paper, you scribble down a note, placing it on your bed. Quickly, you shuffle into Veronica’s room. You had to say goodbye. “Ronnie, wake up,” you whisper as she slowly peels open her eyes. “Listen, I have to leave.” She groggily asks, “What? Y/N, what do you mean leave?” Grabbing her hands, you kiss them. “Veronica, I can’t live her anymore. I can’t live with Dad. I have to go. I’ll explain in the morning. I’ll be with Sweet Pea, don’t worry. If Mom and Dad ask where I am, play dumb, okay?” you start to cry as she wraps her arms around you, embracing you tightly. “I love you, V. I’ll see you soon.” “I love you, too,” she says, “Please be safe.”

With that, you exit out of your house, wrapping your parka around your small frame as you walk to Sweet Pea. “Let’s go,” you say as he takes your hand in his, the two of you taking off to his place as you silently cry the way there, only breaking down when you get inside. Pea engulfs you in his arms, “It’s okay, baby. I’m here. No one can hurt you.”

That night, you left the Pembrooke, your family, and the North Side with a note that read:

Mom and Ronnie,

I love you two so much and this isn’t about anything the two of you have done. Please, don’t worry about me. I am fine and safe. But whatever you do, do not trust my father. He is a dangerous man. I will see you both soon.

Dad,

This was low even for a man like you. Don’t try to find me--I will just keep running away. Don’t you think about hurting either of them--I will make sure that I am the last person you have hurt.

-Y/N

#sweet pea #sweet pea imagine #sweet pea x reader #sweet pea x reader au #sweet pea au #riverdale #riverdale imagines #riverdale au #riverdale archie #riverdale cast #veronica lodge #hiram lodge #southside serpents #southside serpents imagine

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not-a-hope-in-hell · 6 years ago

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I was tagged!

sRules: Answer the questions in a new post and tag 10 followers you want to know better.

Tagged by: @add-a-teaspoon-of-heroism Thanks so much!

Age: I turned 18 this past July

Birthplace: I was born in Manhattan!

Current time: It’s currently 4:15 PM where I am

Drink you last had: The last drink I had was some chocolate milk I had with breakfast. I think I added too much chocolate syrup though cause there was a bunch left on the bottom of the glass despite my vigorous stirring.

Easiest person to talk to: That really depends on the topic of conversation, but generally speaking, either my best friends or my parents.

Favorite song: To be honest I don’t really have a favorite song as there are just so many great songs I love. But the song I listened to most recently was this Len Kagamine cover of Pyrokinesis.

Grossest memory: That’s a toughie. Probably that time when I got really sick on the way to summer camp when I was like 14. I had really bad diarrhea in the woods on the edge of the highway. Certainly not my proudest moment.

Hogwarts house: I’m not into Harry Potter personally, but most of my friends agree that I’m a Ravenclaw.

Ice Cream Flavor: If we are talking normal ice cream and not novelty bars, vanilla, typically speaking, but I am also quite fond of Friendly’s Black Raspberry and Hershey’s cotton candy. (Yes, I changed this from the original prompt. If you don’t like it, suck it up)

Jealous of people: Who have lots of money. Life is expensive and everything costs too much.

Killed someone: Umm, no? Are you ok OP?

Love at first sight or walk by again: I don’t believe in love at first sight, so walk by again I guess.

Middle name: Elizabeth. I have the same middle name as my mom.

Number of siblings: 1. It’s just me and my little sister.

One wish: I have so many, but if I had to pick just one, I wish that people would be more accepting and loving towards others

Person you last called: My mom. I needed the Amazon password to buy some textbooks for school. The college bookstore is too expensive.

Question you are asked the most: “Are you really colorblind?” Probably because it’s really rare for girls to be colorblind since it’s a recessive X-linked gene, but the answer is yes, I am. It sucks. (This question is typically folllowed up with ones asking me to identify the color of nearby objects, as if they think I’m lying, it’s really annoying)

Song you last sung: I this is gonna sound really cringey but Bring Me To Life came on while I was in the car on the way to school yesterday and I couldn’t help but sing along because I’ m an edgy emo fuck.

Time you woke up: This morning I woke up at 10:00 am cause I didn’t have any classes.

Underwear color: Why the fuck do you need to know this?

Vacation destination: I love amusement parks, so anywhere with one of those is fine by me. Most recently I went to Dorney Park in Pennsylvania with my family.

Worst habit: Procrastination. I put everything off until the last minute. It drives my dad nuts.

X-ray: I’ve never had one, never needed to as I’ve never broken or fractured a bone.

Favorite food: To be honest my favorite food changes based on my mood, but I love seafood and Japanese food, so present me with something that fits into one of those two categories and I’ll probably like it.

I tag: @dandelionwyne @ifreakinglovemarshmallows @ultimatehopegirl @iiman-namii @mimironi @stooch-betch @aeonwurm @insomniac-crew @sasparillalock and @shinjinotikari17

#personal #tag #i was tagged

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dealbrekker · 3 years ago

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Sometimes I like to try to enjoy the simple things in life. Other times I don't.

One thing I discovered that I actually like doing is sitting on the little sofa/sitting thing and reading a book. Earlier this summer it was too hot to stay there for too long and now it was cold enough to have a blanket on my shoulders while I lay there. At least twice our other cat Pixel has went and sat next to my legs. That is such a wonderful feeling.

I'm trying to read as many books as possible before my school starts again soon and just being comfortable on the balcony helps me focus and enjoy myself more. I'll see if I could start the Amelia Peabody series soon. You have recommended it so many times and I really enjoy seeing you passionate about it. Our library system only has the first book translated and just a few of the other books from the series so I might have to read them elsewhere.

Kpop anon

Hello friend.

Tumblr finally started working better about a day ago. It was only loading while I was at work for a while.

I DID watch Dreamcatcher's mv yesterday. They have such a cool look. I need to listen a few more times to the song still.

I'm currently listening to a book in one of Brandon Sanderson's series. It's a long one, so I'll be reading it for a while. Luckily I can listen as much as I want while at work all day.

I've been kind of absent from tumblr also because my dog injured his knee the other night and will need surgery on it. The really frustrating thing is that all the surgeons who can do it in our area are booked out until October. Knowing we will just have to wait until then and that he'll essentially just have to hop about on 3 legs is so upsetting. Our vet gave him pain killers, and we can tell he still wants to be up and about, but can't put weight on his back leg.

We hope he will be able to get into a surgery sooner than October, but I doubt it.

In happier news, I applied to 2 more library jobs again. It'll be even happier if they actually contact me for an interview, but time will tell. The deadline for the application isn't until August 15th, so I'll be waiting.

Next week is my friend's birthday and so we're going to Hershey Park for the day. I'm so excited to get a long weekend and to have fun at an amusement park. I'm going to wear a mask in the more crowded areas, I don't mind. It'll be nice to hang out with my friends and ride the rides.

And I hope you can find the Amelia books. The first one is my favorite just for the nostalgia of it. The mystery is fun and silly, but the book is a good time. Each one just gets better as more characters come into the mix.

Similar to your reading nook, I have a hammock on the porch I like to lie in to read. It's been really nice weather here this week, but I try not to go outside too much in the evening as mosquitos love me 🙄

I'm glad you're well! I'll go through your other asks more closely and answer anything I missed in this one ❤

#kpop anon #ask #anon

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blondewolfhd · 7 years ago

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* 199 - 1?? >:3c i fucked up on sending the last one

199: I was born in:One of the worst states ever 198: I am really: Strange?197: My cellphone company is: AT&T196: My eye color is: Blue 195: My shoe size is: 6194: My ring size is: ??193: My height is: 5′5192: I am allergic to: SO MANY The one’s I remember on the top of my head are mites, black walnut, pine, and timothy grass (I’m allergic to like 6 grasses jc)191: My 1st car was: Don’t have one190: My 1st job was: Don’t have one yet189: Last book you read: Can’t remember 188: My bed is: so soft I love but I need to get two slats because they broke187: My pet: I have so many! I love all of them! There’s Ralph, Groucho, Axel, Paisley, Psycho, Josh, Pepper, Cole, Hamilton, Philip, Meowgi, Wrex, Wolf, Nikka, Ivypool, and Crowfeather. I’m fostering three animals. Two cats and one puppy!186: My best friend: S I R185: My favorite shampoo is: TRESemme Smooth and Silky 184: Xbox or ps3: PS3183: Piggy banks are: Good I guess182: In my pockets: I don’t have any I’m wearing Kenna’s pants181: On my calendar: So many birthdays (I have a bad memory)180: Marriage is: Alright179: Spongebob can: ??178: My mom: Ugh177: The last three songs I bought were? I download I don’t have any money 176: Last YouTube video watched: 1000 ways to die175: How many cousins do you have? I don’t talk to any of them ever.174: Do you have any siblings? Two both are half siblings but I never talk to one of them173: Are your parents divorced? No 172: Are you taller than your mom? Yeah171: Do you play an instrument? Not good170: What did you do yesterday? Hung with A.Ham while I recovered from my wisdom teeth surgery[ I Believe In ]169: Love at first sight: No I believe it isn’t love but attraction at first sight You can’t really love someone until you get to know them 168: Luck: Not really167: Fate: Not sure166: Yourself: Nope165: Aliens: Yea164: Heaven: Agnostic163: Hell: ^162: God:^161: Horoscopes: Iffy160: Soul mates: Iffy159: Ghosts: Yet again iffy 158: Gay Marriage: Of freaking course 157: War: Unfortunately we can’t have peace in these times because of people like trump 156: Orbs:??155: Magic: ??[ This or That ]154: Hugs or Kisses: Hugs153: Drunk or High: Never been high so152: Phone or Online: Online151: Red heads or Black haired: No pref150: Blondes or Brunettes: Brunettes149: Hot or cold: Cold148: Summer or winter: Winter147: Autumn or Spring: Autumn146: Chocolate or vanilla: Vanilla 145: Night or Day: Night144: Oranges or Apples: Apples143: Curly or Straight hair: No pref142: McDonalds or Burger King: Mocha Frappe141: White Chocolate or Milk Chocolate: White140: Mac or PC: PC139: Flip flops or high heals: Flip flops138: Ugly and rich OR sweet and poor: sweet 137: Coke or Pepsi: Coke136: Hillary or Obama: Obama135: Burried or cremated: Burried 134: Singing or Dancing: Singing133: Coach or Chanel: ??132: Kat McPhee or Taylor Hicks:??131: Small town or Big city: Small town130: Wal-Mart or Target: No pref129: Ben Stiller or Adam Sandler: Rami Malek128: Manicure or Pedicure: I hate either127: East Coast or West Coast: Idk 126: Your Birthday or Christmas: We don’t really celebrate birthdays125: Chocolate or Flowers: flowers124: Disney or Six Flags: Six Flags123: Yankees or Red Sox: Neither[ Here’s What I Think About ]122: War: It should be avoided but the orange idiot is probably gonna throw us into one soon 121: George Bush: Jet fuel can’t melt steel beammsss 120: Gay Marriage: !00% Great 10/10 119: The presidential election: I hate trump 118: Abortion: Should be 100% percent legal Pro choice 117: MySpace: I used to have one116: Reality TV: I like Jeremy Kyle115: Parents: sigh 114: Back stabbers: Kill em 113: Ebay: Never used it112: Facebook: I hate most of the people who post on it 111: Work: Depends I really love working with animals110: My Neighbors: sigh109: Gas Prices: bad108: Designer Clothes: Never wear them 107: College: Good but expensive106: Sports: nah105: My family: oh god104: The future: OH GOd[ Last time I ]103: Hugged someone: Kenna the other day I think?102: Last time you ate: Couple minutes ago 101: Saw someone I haven’t seen in awhile: Can’t remember 100: Cried in front of someone: When I got my wisdom teeth out I didn’t know what happened and I was afraid99: Went to a movie theater: Long time ago98: Took a vacation: Long time ago 97: Swam in a pool: About a month ago 96: Changed a diaper: Back in 4th grade I think?95: Got my nails done: When I was like 894: Went to a wedding: Never93: Broke a bone: I think my finger was the last on and that was over the summer92: Got a peircing: Idk how old I was but I was young91: Broke the law: Too many 90: Texted: About 12[ MISC ]89: Who makes you laugh the most: Toss up between you and Kenna88: Something I will really miss when I leave home is: Ralph87: The last movie I saw: Can’t remember86: The thing that I’m looking forward to the most: Reading that letter Boiii85: The thing im not looking forward to: School or these stitches falling out84: People call me: A mistake™83: The most difficult thing to do is: ?? Talk about feelings??82: I have gotten a speeding ticket: Never81: My zodiac sign is: Taurus80: The first person i talked to today was: You79: First time you had a crush: We don’t talk about my first actual crush 78: The one person who i can’t hide things from: Idk 77: Last time someone said something you were thinking: You know76: Right now I am talking to: Technically you 75: What are you going to do when you grow up: Veterinarian 74: I have/will get a job: Idk73: Tomorrow: Stop the pain in my mouth 72: Today: Hanging out with you 71: Next Summer: Idk70: Next Weekend: Idk 69: I have these pets: I have mix breed dogs, purebred pugs, cats, and rabbits68: The worst sound in the world: So many but pained screams67: The person that makes me cry the most is: idk 66: People that make you happy: Ralph 65: Last time I cried: When I got my wisdom teeth removed 64: My friends are: Great™63: My computer is: trash 62: My School: Trash 61: My Car: What one60: I lose all respect for people who: The list goes on and on (Don’t be Max and youre pretty much set)59: The movie I cried at was:So many but Marley and Me came to mind first 58: Your hair color is: Blonde57: TV shows you watch: Teen Wolf and Jeremy Kyle56: Favorite web site: Tumblr55: Your dream vacation: SNOW54: The worst pain I was ever in was: The puss pocket in my mouth 53: How do you like your steak cooked: Medium52: My room is: cold51: My favorite celebrity is: Jeremy Kyle50: Where would you like to be: Snow49: Do you want children: Nah48: Ever been in love: Sigh47: Who’s your best friend: Si r46: More guy friends or girl friends: I’m not sure45: One thing that makes you feel great is: Helping animals44: One person that you wish you could see right now: Ralph 43: Do you have a 5 year plan: Yea42: Have you made a list of things to do before you die: Nah 41: Have you pre-named your children: I did a long time ago 40: Last person I got mad at: Idk 39: I would like to move to: Snow 38: I wish I was a professional: Veterinarian [ My Favorites ]37: Candy: Hershey36: Vehicle: Lexus35: President: Obama 34: State visited: DC33: Cellphone provider: AT&T32: Athlete: Don’t have one31: Actor: Rami Malek30: Actress: Holland Roden29: Singer: Jon Bellion 28: Band: BMTH27: Clothing store: Hot topic26: Grocery store: ??25: TV show: Teen Wolf24: Movie: The Guardian 23: Website: ??22: Animal: Wolf21: Theme park: Six Flags20: Holiday: Don’t really have one anymore 19: Sport to watch: Lacrosse 18: Sport to play: none17: Magazine: none16: Book: ??15: Day of the week: Saturday 14: Beach: None13: Concert attended: Haven’t12: Thing to cook: Mac n Cheese 11: Food: Mac n Cheese10: Restaurant: Steak N Shake9: Radio station: ??8: Yankee candle scent: ??7: Perfume:??6: Flower: I’m not sure5: Color: Blue, Purple, and green 4: Talk show host: Jeremy Kyle 3: Comedian: Idk 2: Dog breed: German Shepherd1: Did you answer all these truthfully? Si

#a.ham #anon #long post #moon to my stars

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stalkhome-sindrone · 7 years ago

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All 200 of the asks

200: My crush’s name is: [get fucked]199: I was born in: a hospital in Canada somewhere198: I am really: messed up197: My cellphone company is: Rogers196: My eye color is: Mud brown195: My shoe size is: 10 1/2194: My ring size is: Excuse me?193: My height is: 6 ft192: I am allergic to: my own satisfaction191: My 1st car was: probably crashed in a past life 190: My 1st job was: probably ruined in a past life189: Last book you read: A Funny Thing Happened On The Way To Heaven by Corey Taylor188: My bed is: really nice at this time of day187: My pet: is not here yet, ask me in a few years186: My best friend: is a bit of a cunt, but aren't we all?185: My favorite shampoo is: no real preference184: Xbox or ps3: Xbox183: Piggy banks are: for losers, get an old fashioned jar182: In my pockets: nothing181: On my calendar: also nothing180: Marriage is: a waste of time and resources179: Spongebob can: see question 200178: My mom: does her best177: The last three songs I bought were? what are the last 3 songs on Hybrid Theory?176: Last YouTube video watched: video about how Louis CK writes jokes175: How many cousins do you have? too many to count here174: Do you have any siblings? 2 stepsisters and 1 brother173: Are your parents divorced? Nope172: Are you taller than your mom? Yup171: Do you play an instrument? Multiple170: What did you do yesterday? Probably what I did today but slightly happier

[ I Believe In ]169: Love at first sight: HA HA HA see question 200168: Luck: Yup167: Fate: To an extent, yes166: Yourself: On good days...who am I kidding, in vey few areas165: Aliens: Why not?164: Heaven: Nopenopenope163: Hell: If this isn't it, nopenopenope162: God: see question 200, also I'm agnostic161: Horoscopes: to an extent, fun reads though160: Soul mates: Jury is out on this one159: Ghosts: Sorta158: Gay Marriage: Hell yea (the best kinda ally is only an ally)157: War: Nopenopenope156: Orbs: ...huh?155: Magic: ...eh

[ This or That ]154: Hugs or Kisses: Both153: Drunk or High: Neither152: Phone or Online: Online151: Red heads or Black haired: both150: Blondes or Brunettes: both149: Hot or cold: neither, warm148: Summer or winter: Summer147: Autumn or Spring: Spring146: Chocolate or vanilla: Vanilla actually145: Night or Day: Night144: Oranges or Apples: Oranges143: Curly or Straight hair: Always been envious of straight hair142: McDonalds or Burger King: Burger King141: White Chocolate or Milk Chocolate: Milk chocolate140: Mac or PC: PC139: Flip flops or high heals: Flip flops138: Ugly and rich OR sweet and poor: Ugly and rich just to try it out137: Coke or Pepsi: Pepsi136: Hillary or Obama: Obama135: Burried or cremated: Pass134: Singing or Dancing: Dancing if I must pick133: Coach or Chanel: ...huh?132: Kat McPhee or Taylor Hicks: ...heh?131: Small town or Big city: Biiiiiig city130: Wal-Mart or Target: Walmart129: Ben Stiller or Adam Sandler: Adam Sandler128: Manicure or Pedicure: Both127: East Coast or West Coast: Both?126: Your Birthday or Christmas: Birthday125: Chocolate or Flowers: Both, I'm greedy, probably chocolate124: Disney or Six Flags: Disney123: Yankees or Red Sox: Neither

[ Here’s What I Think About ]122: War: Don't have it, don't support it, conversation works better.121: George Bush: Couple bands wrote some hate songs about him.120: Gay Marriage: IF YOU DON'T SUPPORT IT WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING FOLLOWING ME? see question 200 and piss off.119: The presidential election: AHAHAHAHAHAHA next118: Abortion: AHAHAHAHAHAHallow it, their kid, their prerogative117: MySpace: 10/10 great ironic joke to make116: Reality TV: Big Brother was fun till 2017115: Parents: They were fun till 2006114: Back stabbers: see question 200113: Ebay: ....eh112: Facebook: kinda dead now111: Work: ...huh?110: My Neighbors: cool people, rowdy dog109: Gas Prices: Overcharged like everyone says108: Designer Clothes: Overcharged like everyone says107: College: Not as bad as the perception is106: Sports: ...eh105: My family: ...eh104: The future: It depresses me in all honesty, but so does everything

[ Last time I ]103: Hugged someone: ...shit...102: Last time you ate: 3 hours ago101: Saw someone I haven’t seen in awhile: today100: Cried in front of someone: maybe last week...maybe99: Went to a movie theater: 6 months at the least ago98: Took a vacation: 3 weeks ago..sigh97: Swam in a pool: A long ass time96: Changed a diaper: Maybe a few years95: Got my nails done: Maybe a few years94: Went to a wedding: 2 years93: Broke a bone: never, lucky I know92: Got a piercing: never91: Broke the law: 4th grade90: Texted: 1 minute ago

[ MISC ]89: Who makes you laugh the most: My friend Sayem because he is consistently a dumbass and I love him for it88: Something I will really miss when I leave home is: banana bread87: The last movie I saw: Amelie 86: The thing that I’m looking forward to the most: when my new album comes in the fucking mail85: The thing im not looking forward to: tomorrow84: People call me: Donatello actually (y'all are not allowed to) (I'll block you, don't think I won't block you)83: The most difficult thing to do is: be happy82: I have gotten a speeding ticket: nope81: My zodiac sign is: Taurus80: The first person i talked to today was: Might've been @lovelyformylove but I dunno79: First time you had a crush: age 9, it didn't ruin me till 1178: The one person who i can’t hide things from: myself, duh (hide shit from people all the time)77: Last time someone said something you were thinking: maybe today76: Right now I am talking to: nobody (COME HERE)75: What are you going to do when you grow up: make a thing for people to consume or pirate as entertainment...or die first74: I have/will get a job: see question 7373: Tomorrow: but far away is tomorrow?72: Today: I will suffer for who I chose to care about71: Next Summer: I will be in another country [see question 72]70: Next Weekend: I will sleep in69: I have these pets: not yet68: The worst sound in the world: Forks on plates67: The person that makes me cry the most is: easily myself, duh66: People that make you happy: too exhausting a list65: Last time I cried: last week64: My friends are: really great for tolerating me63: My computer is: finally decent62: My School: a waste of a perfectly good Indian burial ground61: My Car: sitting in a dealership, still waiting60: I lose all respect for people who: fuck with people's emotions (I break my own rule because I am a hypocrite)59: The movie I cried at was: ....can't remember58: Your hair color is: Black/really dark brown57: TV shows you watch: Elementary, The Blacklist, Archer...can't remember the rest 56: Favorite web site: this dumb piece of shit, I mean Tumblr55: Your dream vacation: probably a recording studio to be honest54: The worst pain I was ever in was: something stupid and emotional53: How do you like your steak cooked: medium well52: My room is: pretty dark51: My favorite celebrity is: Corey Taylor?50: Where would you like to be: see question 5549: Do you want children: sure48: Ever been in love: tragically47: Who’s your best friend: Jeremy/Sayem46: More guy friends or girl friends: Real life: guys, here: girls45: One thing that makes you feel great is: a really good riff44: One person that you wish you could see right now: myself in 10 years (most answers witm "myself" are cop outs for real people)43: Do you have a 5 year plan: fuck no42: Have you made a list of things to do before you die: not yet, but I procrastinate on most important things41: Have you pre-named your children: Michael/Micayla so far, very small shortlist40: Last person I got mad at: myself (that one is authentic)39: I would like to move to: Denmark (escapism capital of my mind)38: I wish I was a professional: composer

[ My Favorites ]37: Candy: Hershey's Cookies n Cream36: Vehicle: pass35: President: Obama I guess34: State visited: nowhere33: Cellphone provider: Rogers?32: Athlete: pass31: Actor: pass30: Actress: pass (I've gone numb)29: Singer: see question 5128: Band: changes, currently Foo Fighters27: Clothing store: pass26: Grocery store: FreshCO?25: TV show: Elementary maybe24: Movie: Ameline currently23: Website: this dumb waste of time, I mean Tumblr22: Animal: TURTLE21: Theme park: Wonderland?20: Holiday: New Year's Day19: Sport to watch: Wrestling probably18: Sport to play: Not wrestling xD17: Magazine: Probably some guitar magazine16: Book: Maybe 198415: Day of the week: Saturday easily14: Beach: haven't been to many memorable ones13: Concert attended: see question 1412: Thing to cook: egg, ham, and cheese bagels11: Food: see question 1210: Restaurant: August 8, no joke9: Radio station: the one with the nice classical music8: Yankee candle scent: pass7: Perfume: Chanel something6: Flower: Magnolia5: Color: Green or red, never at the same time4: Talk show host: John Oliver3: Comedian: Bill Burr or Jim Jefferies2: Dog breed: Beagle1: Did you answer all these truthfully? Yes

#jennythefennecfox

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aleksandr-is-probably-gay-blog · 7 years ago

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1-200 😙😙

200: My crush’s name is: Mason199: I was born in: Arizona198: I am really: boring197: My cellphone company is: Verizon196: My eye color is: brown195: My shoe size is: 9194: My ring size is: 10193: My height is: 5′6″192: I am allergic to: latex, jalapenos, bananas191: My 1st car was: my mom’s car190: My 1st job was: none :/189: Last book you read: American Pageant for history188: My bed is: black187: My pet: Patrick is a fluffy, white goofball whomst I love with all my heart186: My best friend: Anna185: My favorite shampoo is: literally whatever is available184: Xbox or ps3: xbox183: Piggy banks are: cool

182: In my pockets: not wearing pants181: On my calendar: um i have deadlines180: Marriage is: neat179: Spongebob can: die178: My mom: is okay177: The last three songs I bought were? I dont buy songs; i have spotify176: Last YouTube video watched: New friends, new goals - SP7175: How many cousins do you have? 1 first174: Do you have any siblings? 1 brother173: Are your parents divorced? yes172: Are you taller than your mom? yes171: Do you play an instrument? yes170: What did you do yesterday? school[ I Believe In ]169: Love at first sight: yes168: Luck: yes (i’m irish what can I say)167: Fate: yeah166: Yourself: sometimes165: Aliens: yes164: Heaven: not specifically heaven, but someplace nice163: Hell: not specifically hell162: God: no, not a singular one161: Horoscopes: yeah160: Soul mates: heck yeah159: Ghosts: yes158: Gay Marriage: why wouldn’t I157: War: no156: Orbs: yes155: Magic: i’m literally a witch[ This or That ]154: Hugs or Kisses: hUGS153: Drunk or High: high152: Phone or Online: phone151: Red heads or Black haired: either150: Blondes or Brunettes: either i dont have a type149: Hot or cold: cold148: Summer or winter: winter147: Autumn or Spring: autumn146: Chocolate or vanilla: chocolate145: Night or Day: night144: Oranges or Apples: oranges143: Curly or Straight hair: curly142: McDonalds or Burger King: burger king141: White Chocolate or Milk Chocolate: milk140: Mac or PC: pc139: Flip flops or high heals: heels138: Ugly and rich OR sweet and poor: sweet and poor137: Coke or Pepsi: coke136: Hillary or Obama:obama135: Burried or cremated: buried134: Singing or Dancing: singing133: Coach or Chanel: coach132: Kat McPhee or Taylor Hicks: who131: Small town or Big city: small town130: Wal-Mart or Target: target129: Ben Stiller or Adam Sandler: ben stiller128: Manicure or Pedicure: manicure127: East Coast or West Coast: west coast BEST COAST126: Your Birthday or Christmas: birthday125: Chocolate or Flowers: flowers124: Disney or Six Flags: disney123: Yankees or Red Sox:i hate baseball[ Here’s What I Think About ]122: War: don’t do it. too many innocent people121: George Bush: [insert meme here]120: Gay Marriage: hell yeah dudes119: The presidential election: it’s a tragedy118: Abortion: my body my rules, her body her rules117: MySpace: dead116: Reality TV: go away115: Parents: don’t like them, 0/10 would not recommend114: Back stabbers: ^113: Ebay: its whatever112: Facebook: still use it111: Work: i like it110: My Neighbors: THEY”RE ANNOYING I HAVE SO MANY STORIES109: Gas Prices: too high108: Designer Clothes: too high and gross107: College: do it106: Sports: eh105: My family: EH104: The future: I/m hopeful[ Last time I ]103: Hugged someone: too long ago bud102: Last time you ate: also too long ago bud101: Saw someone I haven’t seen in awhile: tOo LoNg AgO bUd100: Cried in front of someone: october when I was cheated on99: Went to a movie theater: last month98: Took a vacation: never97: Swam in a pool: forever.96: Changed a diaper: never95: Got my nails done: may and i regret it94: Went to a wedding: october93: Broke a bone: several years ago92: Got a peircing: 6 WEEKS AGO that’s on my calendar91: Broke the law: never90: Texted: hour ago[ MISC ]89: Who makes you laugh the most: cow chop;88: Something I will really miss when I leave home is: nothing.87: The last movie I saw: Atomic Blonde86: The thing that I’m looking forward to the most: Touche Amore concert next month85: The thing im not looking forward to: school84: People call me: nothing. they dont call me83: The most difficult thing to do is: wake up82: I have gotten a speeding ticket: no81: My zodiac sign is: aries80: The first person i talked to today was: Anna79: First time you had a crush: kindergarten78: The one person who i can’t hide things from: Anna77: Last time someone said something you were thinking: Today76: Right now I am talking to: @ryan-hay-wood-you-do-me75: What are you going to do when you grow up: college, then job74: I have/will get a job: will73: Tomorrow: slEEP72: Today: nothing71: Next Summer: brace for senior year, hopefully RTX70: Next Weekend: THE RICKMOBILE MY DUDES69: I have these pets: 2 cats68: The worst sound in the world: whistling67: The person that makes me cry the most is: aleksandr marchant66: People that make you happy: aleksandr marchant65: Last time I cried: i cried of laughter yesterday64: My friends are: amazing63: My computer is: shit62: My School: shit61: My Car: a literal mom car60: I lose all respect for people who: still think donald trump was a good choice59: The movie I cried at was: i dont cry at movies58: Your hair color is: brown57: TV shows you watch: rick and morty56: Favorite web site: youtube55: Your dream vacation: russia to visit a really good friend of mine’s dog. that’s it. not even for Nikolai, just to see his dog54: The worst pain I was ever in was: LAST WEEK WHEN I BURNT MY FEET53: How do you like your steak cooked: medium rare52: My room is: blue51: My favorite celebrity is: Nolan North and Troy Baker50: Where would you like to be: anywhere but here49: Do you want children: yes48: Ever been in love: i thought so47: Who’s your best friend: Anna and Max46: More guy friends or girl friends: guy45: One thing that makes you feel great is: laughter44: One person that you wish you could see right now: Anna43: Do you have a 5 year plan: yes42: Have you made a list of things to do before you die: sorta41: Have you pre-named your children: yes40: Last person I got mad at: my mom39: I would like to move to: anywhere but Arizona38: I wish I was a professional: writer[ My Favorites ]37: Candy: hersheys36: Vehicle: saturn sky35: President: obama34: State visited: Missouri33: Cellphone provider: idk32: Athlete: Aleks’ runner’s legs31: Actor: Nolan North30: Actress: Charlize Theron29: Singer: I like too many28: Band: Touche Amore27: Clothing store: roosterteeth store26: Grocery store: super target25: TV show: Rick and Morty24: Movie:Rocky Horror Picture Show23: Website: idk22: Animal: cat21: Theme park: disneyland20: Holiday: Yule19: Sport to watch: hockey18: Sport to play: football17: Magazine: dont read16: Book: cant read15: Day of the week: friday14: Beach: any13: Concert attended: warped tour12: Thing to cook: bread11: Food: Abi’s mom’s bread10: Restaurant: Logan’s9: Radio station: something alt8: Yankee candle scent: vanilla7: Perfume: i wear Endless Summer by bath and body lol6: Flower: rose5: Color: purple4: Talk show host: ew3: Comedian: ew2: Dog breed: labrador or corgi1: Did you answer all these truthfully? yes

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dearmyblank · 8 years ago

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Dear "Friends", I used air quotes for a reason. Yesterday we went to Hershey Park for our senior trip. I wasn't that excited. Why? Because for weeks we've talked about it and for weeks you guys made plans to go on multiple roller coasters without me. You guys knew how much I can't stand roller coasters and yet you wanted most of the trip to consist of riding them. Thanks for always joking that you'd drag me on one K, that's so helpful. Pretty sure I told you of the time I was forced on Tower of Terror as a kid by my family. Pretty sure I told you how that made me scared of heights for two years. So I'm sorry if I don't think that's a joke. I've had that happen. I love how everyone wanted Moe's just because B hasn't been there. I told you guys before I don't like Moe's. What do you guys end up doing? Going to Moe's regardless. And then bitching at me when I mention once again I don't like Moe's. C didn't want anything so we went somewhere else nearby. He got us a table while I got myself food and a drink as well as a drink for him. In total I was sitting on benches for 2 hours and 15 minutes while you guys rode two rides. And for one hour I waited for you to ride a third but it kept breaking down so you didn't ride it. Thanks, I wasted an hour almost passing out because of the heat and no drink for you guys to not do anything. If I was sitting in the heat instead of some shade I probably would've called Mr. R and be like "hey, so my friends are on a ride right now and I'm about to pass out." There was no drink station near by. There was a Dipping Dots, but the line was huge and I didn't think I'd get my bench back if I left. Like a few times when I was talking to you guys I couldn't speak. But hell I can't speak properly anyway so why think it was the heat? Thanks for bitching at me when I finally mentioned let's do something I want to do. Really helped me out. And then what do you guys proceed to do? Go on roller coasters. Don't pretend like you guys didn't know I fucking hated waiting for you guys. Look I know this was your trip, but it was also mine. I wasn't saying you couldn't go on ANY, but for fucks sake there was enough shit there that I liked that I wanted to do. Could've went on one and had the rest of the trip shit we could all enjoy. The first time you guys went on a roller coaster the teachers chaperoning came by me. They talked to me for a little bit about me sitting by myself but ultimately left to go do their thing. Secretly I wanted them to stay so I'd have some company, but I wasn't going to inconvenience them. That's why I didn't call Mr. R when I waited for the second hour. I knew by me doing that him and the other teachers would've stopped what they were doing and come over. It was my first time at Hershey Park and you guys ruined it. Hope you guys had fun, because I didn't. Thanks for making me feel like shit for wanting to do something else then wait for you. Real friends wouldn't do shit like this. Real friends would KNOW that I was lying when I said "oh I'm fine waiting for you." If it was the other way around you would've done the same fucking thing. Luckily I was nice enough not to ruin you fun, wish the same was returned. ~A

#dearmyblank #dear my blank #a #b #c #k #m #submission

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the314anoman · 6 years ago

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2018 sucked

it was probably the shittiest year of my life, and that’s not an easy title to claim. let’s recap:

it all started way back in early january, when our subway came under new ownership and we got a new manager, who had worked there for a shorter period than i had (yeah, i was part-time working during college, she was full-time, but w/e) and it all went downhill fast. our manager wasn’t bad, she just was just trying to deal with all the new regulations we were facing and the fact that we were Massively Understaffed™ for being located in a fucking mall. like, for contrast, our old managers let us get away with not turning the line coolers off at night if we were really busy, but under the new owners, we had to clean the legs of tables to get the salt of them. i decided to quit in march after having minors stay and help me close even though they were off the clock since they were required to punch out at 9:30 and still getting yelled at for staying too long and not making everything Perfect. it was so stressful trying to work both faster and harder, so i quit. then, college got out in april and i was looking for internships all over and applying everywhere, but i never got even so much as an interview request. so, june came and i just said “fuck it” and applied to other subways closer to home. ended up getting an interview the next day at a different subway, 2 miles from the old one. i got the job and starting working to find out the subway was also Massively Understaffed™ but the manager was more chill, so it seemed fine. turns out the reason the manager was chill is that he was high. like, all the time. this resulted in him having the memory of a goldfish. like, i specifically told him and his assistant manager that i couldn’t work one day and yet he still called asking where i was when i very plainly explained it twice. and he also scheduled a meeting on the day i request off for my niece’s baptism. at 8am. on a sunday. at the same time, i managed to get an interview at a local factory. it wasn’t really an internship nor in my field, but it was a job and it paid $12/hr so i was like, hell yeah, why not. i managed to get the job and started july 1st, which was great, buuuuuut... the job was super boring; it was pretty much doing the same repetitive tasks over and over again for 7.5 hours a day while ~~listening~~ being subjected to country music. BUT, we got 3 breaks a day and it was nice having a chill job. i came up with a lot of really good writing ideas for a novel that’s been a super long wip because my mind was mostly free during work since it was so repetitive. at this time, i’m still working at subway, mostly weekends and some 5-close shifts. i’m not getting a whole lot of sleep and so that probably explains what happens on july 25th, probably the single shittiest day of my life. i get into the factory and the normal manager is gone on vacation and one of my coworkers is taking over. she tells me that i’ve been missing the least important step in the process of making some parts that i’ve been doing for days now. so naturally, i mess it up a couple more times, but only when she’s watching, because ofc. this happens 3 times and the third time i kind of chuckle to myself because i’m literally only doing it when she’s watching. she takes this to mean i’m laughing at her and yells at me about how i think it’s a joke and blah blah blah, like that’s not what i meant at all but she won’t let me explain. THEN, i get out of work and i’m already on the verge of tears because i have a migraine from lack of sleep and i hate getting yelled at, and i see a text i got while at work (we’re not allowed phones on our person at all at the factory. national security stuff apparently) that my grandma is in the hospital and not going to make it. i just... lose it. i go home and just sit outside on a chair, cuddling my cat and gross sobbing for the first time i can recall. i’m supposed to work a 5-9 shift at subway tonight, but i am not in any state to work. i call them through tears saying i can’t work tonight, i’m visiting my grandma in the hospital in muskegon, an hour away. she’s unconscious when i get there. she dies an hour later, while me and my family are eating dinner downstairs in the basement where there’s no signal. eventually tomorrow comes. it’s now july 26th, which if you know me, is my birthday. my 21st birthday, in fact. you know how for most people, their 21st is the best day of your life? yeah, it was one of the worst for me. i still had to get up at 6am for the factory work, then run home, get changed, and work 5-9 at subway. the only bright spot were two helpful coworkers. one from the factory gave me a butterscotch shot, saying you should still try and enjoy your birthday and my subway coworker bought a hershey pie for me and gave me a hug and some helpful advice. (she had been through a similar experience with her mom passing, so she knew a lot about grief.) i took her advice on letting yourself be happy and decided to go to my friends’ meetup that weekend, which i had requested off from subway previously. it’s a while away, but this was planned a long time ago and i don’t get to see my college friends in the summer other than this, so i’m not missing this. but, when i’m almost there i get a call from subway insisting that i work this weekend to make up for missing my 4 hour shift yesterday. i’m furious because i missed it for legitimate reasons and i was already over 2 hours away and i was NOT driving back. (the reason they’re insisting is because they don’t want to pay my coworker overtime, despite the fact she’s living in a trailer park only off her subway income, too.) they say they might have to fire me and i’m like, sure, i have another job and i already put in my 2 weeks lol. so i go there and try to forget this whole week ever happened. the funeral is on monday, the factory gives me it off so i can attend. there’s lots of tears. lots and lots. my grandma touched a lot of people’s lives; she’s one of the kindest people i’ve ever known. she probably would have supported my sexuality if i ever told her, i regret not doing so earlier. i come back to my factory job on tuesday, and as if the universe is answering some unanswered “could things get any worse?” the hiring manager informs me i’m fired, as if it had to be july 31st, to add to the shithole that july 2018 was. this was a temp position to begin with, and i was leaving in a couple weeks anyway, but this is just another blow to an already grieving 21-year-old. i may have just lost both my jobs and my grandmother in the span of 7 days. i leave the factory and get in my car and just. scream. time passes. the pain of july slowly fades from a roaring inferno all over my body to a dull pulsing. good things start to happen again. i move into an apartment with 3 friends, get a job at the theatre after a lot of paperwork issues, i make the cut for an a capella group and find new friends, develop a crush on someone (something i haven’t really had since high school - but that’s a story for another time), and actually start getting my shit together. things are definitely looking up, despite the fact i had the worst month of life a couple months ago. ...and then comes december, as if it’s trying to challenge july to a battle for shittiest month ever. final exams are coming up, i spend a lot of the previous week leading up to exams rehearsing for performances (i had 4 performances in a week’s span), not much studying could be done. not that studying would help that much, as we would see, but w/e. i ended up forgetting my book with all the important formulas and relationships in it that are too complex to memorize, so i completely bombed that final, and therefore failed the whole class. i’m already having to take an extra semester, failing this class does NOT help. i barely stayed above a 3.0 gpa, a requirement for most internships. on the same day we got final grades back, my mom got a call saying my grandpa had died, only a week before christmas. my whole family went back up to do the whole funeral thing again. we are getting awfully familiar with this nursing home (my mom lost both her parents and an uncle in 5 months). finally, on new year’s eve i decide it’s either now or never to admit my feelings, so i ask my crush out. i get rejected, which is mostly what i expected, but it still knocks the wind out of me. so yeah, 2018 was super extra shitty for me. but at the same time, i feel like i’ve grown a lot as a person. i’ve made a bunch of new friends, gained a niece, learned a lot about pain, and done a lot of things i never thought i’d do. hell, i had the balls to ask a guy out, which was something that frightened me to my core. i went on a trip to dc and learned more about the injustices happening here, i went camping/hiking with friends, and went tubing behind a boat. so, i’m not gonna pretend it’s all bad.

#sorry about the super long post #but i needed to reflect on the past year #it's been life-changing #for better or worse

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