#i’m hoping my bestie can get off a few days so we can do halloween stuff if she can’t then i’ll have to figure out something

[pessimisticprincess]

i requested the whole second week of october off and it just got approved 🥳

[declanfs]

Sept

September 8, 2024

You started preschool! And are doing so many other cool things right now. You are so funny and sweet and sneaky, and just generally light up our lives. We’ve been so busy being outside and having adventures that I really neglected writing anything here, but I’m hoping to get back into the routine now that you’re in school. Any just having the mindset that any little thing is better than no thing. So, here are some recent pictures!

From your second day of school bc you didn’t agree to take any photos on the first day. To get this photo, I had to barter with you. I think I said I wouldn’t find the people for the tangled tree house until you took a picture with me haha.

You and Jace are still besties, and this day we spent like 3 hours at loriela park and you just happily played and ran around. Of course the ice cream man showed up. I think you got ice cream from the ice cream truck EVERY time we heard or saw it this summer. And I also think you tried something different every single time, which I love for you.

We went to kings dominion a few times this summer, and most recently, dada come too! You wanted to ride all the rides with him. You did bumper cars for the first time, and chose not to ride a few other rides you enjoyed the previous time we went. We ate sweet frog and French fries and it left us all feeling tired at the end of the day! I will definitely get a pass again next year. This time you were just a little shorter than the red wrist band (42”), so it will be so interesting to see what rides open up to you next year and which ones you will want to ride!

Your other recent interest has been building fires. I think we made a fire with you 6 days in a row. It started because you wanted to have the smoke keep the mosquitos away, but then I think it just really nurtured your love for fire and warmth and creating something from nothing. I’m fine with this hobby because it’s been cooling off a bit and I love to sit by the warmth of the fire! We also have so many good conversations when we are outside and away from screens, and you are getting so good at making your own fun with just random things you find outside. Your imagination is so fun to witness and be a part of when you bring us in to the different games you make up.

Your teacher came to the house for a porch visit before school stared to meet you and so you could pick a shape for the year. This shape is in your cubby and your snack mat and shows when your birthday is, so essentially it’s how you will read your name before you actually learn to read. It’s pretty genius. BUT you are starting to show a little interest in reading and letter sounds and when we talk about letter sounds, you copy me. You also have so many books and songs memorized that I know you will read in your own time and I won’t have to worry.

You still love spending time with your Pa, and he’s always so happy when you want to snuggle with him and give him a kiss on the cheek. You are just a very loving boy, and others feels so much love when you shower it on them. You also really love pop and deedee’s new puppy, Trinket. And she LOVES you too! Whenever we go visit, you tire each other out with your chasing and running and jumping and squealing!

This is you, drinking my water when I told you that you better not! You love to be a sneaky little antagonist baby, and it feels like we have figured you out a bit more when we can get you to do things when we say not to in a very dramatically joking way. But you are a great helper and listener when we ask you to do things too. Like sweeping up a mess or putting clothes in the hamper or other little jobs.

And lastly, you LOVE dinosaurs. You watch gigantosaurus, Dino Dana, and Dino ranch and they are providing you with a well rounded Dino education You know more of their names than i do, and you have so many books and Dino toys so we can learn more about them and play. But you wanted to be a T Rex for Halloween, so here we are!

[virusinfected-memes]

TUMBLR TEXT POST SENTENCE STARTERS, PT. 2 ;

75 starters. CW: blood mention, cussing, death. Starters come from various text posts floating around Tumblr. The only thing changed for this post was adding capitalization and punctuation. Feel free to change words and pronouns as needed! [PART 1]

“Academia is cool and sexy until I’m expected to work.”

“An anime with more than a hundred episodes is a bigger commitment than marriage.”

“Anyone who believes all water tastes the same is no acquaintance of mine.”

“Anyway, that’s every reported eyewitness account of Mothman through ‘68, and that’s just in West Virginia! Haha, but enough about me. Let’s hear about your top five cryptids!”

“Aside from being the worst person alive, I am literally perfect.”

“At the end of the day, I’m just a girl who loves her bed.”

“Being equally obsessed with each other sounds hot to me.”

“Being good doesn’t get you anything.”

“Be the worst you can be.”

“But do aliens believe in me?”

“Don’t let anyone dehumanize you. Dehumanize yourself. Be the creeping eldritch horror you’ve always longed to be. Rain furious vengeance down upon those who would unmake you.”

“Do something today that would’ve gotten you burnt at the stake four hundred years ago.”

“Do you ever just want someone to come over and sit on the floor with you for a few hours?”

“Do you ever wanna listen to music, but every song is just not the right song?

“Feeling safe around someone’s energy is a different kind of intimacy.”

“Flirting is childish. We’re grown. Just tell the person you like that you see God in their eyes.”

“Friendly reminder that the age of technology is coming to an end and a new age of blood magic and dark rituals will take its place.”

“Friendship is temporary. Blood pacts are forever.”

“Girls don’t want boys. Girls want to live in a Victorian estate and be the most feared widow in the village.”

“Half of me is a hopeless romantic and the other half of me is, well, an asshole.”

“Having a body causes me so much agony. I wish I was just a floating entity with no physical form.”

“How do I overthink so much and still make the wrong decision?”

““I can fix him!” You can’t even fix your sleep schedule, bestie.”

“I don’t care if your body is a temple. Call me when it’s been closed down and taken over by Spirit Halloween.”

“I don’t know about soulmates, but those people who eat parts of the food or candy that you don’t like and you do the same for them... We’ve lived a hundred lifetimes together, probably.”

“I don’t think we can romanticize our way out of this one, boys.”

“If you see me in the streets, just know that my mind is in the void. I’m physically alive, but mentally checked out.”

“I guess we all learned a valuable lesson. Except for me. I wasn’t paying attention and was asleep for most of the time.”

“I hate when people ask what I would do in their situation because nine times out of ten, I would literally never be in that situation in the first place.”

“I hope manners is the next cool trend.”

“I just love sleep so much. Like, you just close your eyes and you’re gone, bitch. Brain logged the fuck off. Powerful.”

“I just realized there’s, like, a hundred new Pokémon coming this year, give or take, and I have to decide what personal memories and details about friends to forget in order to make room for them all.”

“I like my women like I like my woods. Haunted and could kill me at any moment.”

“I like to fuck around and waste time at least six to ten hours a day, and let me tell you, that puts some pressure on your schedule. You have no idea how busy I am.”

“I love to learn. Unfortunately, my brain doesn’t like to remember.”

“I love when I ‘make a mental note’ of something. It’s gone within twenty seconds.”

“I’m not a religious person, but I do sometimes think God made you for me.”

“I’m not playing hard to get. I genuinely don’t know how to talk.”

“I’m wearing dark glasses today because I’m seeing the future, and the future is looking very bright.”

“I think it’s so neat that everyone develops their own unique handwriting even though we’re all taught to write our letters the same way. Really, it’s so cute.”

“I think making sense is optional. Sometimes I just be talking.”

“I think the meaning of life is eating good food in the company of people you love.”

“It’s because I’m pretty, that’s why I have problems.”

“It’s crazy how I’m just some person.”

"It seems you are in love with your computer.”

“It’s not rude to interrupt someone to point out a dog. It’s actually more polite because then they don’t miss out on the dog.”

“I will never elaborate because I have no idea what I just said.”

“Live, laugh, love? Nah. Languish, lament, lay down.”

“Michael Myers taught me a valuable life lesson. Don’t worry about how fast everyone around you is moving. If you’re determined, just move at your own pace and you’ll kill shit every time. Thanks, Mike.”

“Moving to the forest to eat leaves and lie in the dirt. Insurance companies can’t deny me this.”

“Okay, bored of being alone now. Ready to get married.”

“Okay, hear me out... What if—now bear with me—we held hands? Maybe even kiss a little? Hugs would be nice—”

“People keep posting ‘what’s REALLY in your food’ articles like I’m gonna stop eating whatever it’s about. Listen, death is coming. Death is coming. Pass me a hot dog.”

“People who fall asleep right away freak me out. Don’t you bitches have thoughts?”

“Really starting to understand old people these days. I love letters. Love packages. Terrified of my email inbox.”

“Someone take me out. Either in the assassination way or in the date way.”

“Sorry for being so sexy and having the best taste in literature. As if I asked for it.”

“Sorry I called you a fucking idiot. I was trying to flirt.”

“So what if I love you? Shut up.”

“The fact that I have to be in the ‘right headspace’ to do even the simplest tasks is absolutely humiliating.”

“The only difference between me and a medieval peasant is that I can make a Spotify playlist to express my feelings.”

“The only reason I haven’t gone insane is because I romanticize everything.”

“There should be a dating app where you talk to people who borrowed the same books from the library.”

“There’s something inherently holy about kitchens.”

“Tired of being a person. Would much rather be an unidentifiable and nebulous entity that lives in the woods and may or may not be an omen of misfortune to come.”

“Wanna haunt the neighborhood with me tonight?”

“Well, I used to be attracted to people, but now I’m exclusively attracted to abstract art and the concept of death.”

“What is the logic behind naps leaving you with a weird taste in your mouth? I wasn’t eating, I was sleeping. It’s the spiders, isn’t it?”

“Winnie the Pooh didn’t rock crop tops our whole childhood to watch us become unconfident about our bodies.”

“Yes, I’m dramatic! What did you expect? I read classic literature for fun.”

“You’d look prettier under six feet of dirt.”

“You don’t always need to talk. Like, it’s good to shut the fuck up sometimes. I love not talking.”

“You gotta walk into rooms like God sent you.”

“You’re beautiful, but you’re empty. No one could die for you.”

“You wanna know what’s annoying me right now? It’s me. I am annoying the goddamn shit out of myself.”

[such-a-radical]

Awww oh no bestie!!!! Also yes vlog of purple summer SLaPs!! But here are a few distraction questions :

Favorite purple summer vlog episode and why -

Do you have any outfit ideas for Halloween this year (if you celebrate it)

Current top 5 musicals you've been listening to/watched -

Last musical you saw in person -

Last musical you bootlegged.... -

Last song you listened to musical or otherwise -

What makes you smile the most -

If you could swap bodies with someone for a day, who would it be (you can have more than one answer) -

I can't think of any more questions rn but I might send some later if you want. Feel better bestie! 🤟ILY🤟 :) <3

Ahh thank you so much! Ilysm omg

- favorite vlog of purple summer ep: the third one where they go to an arcade and taste the weird chip flavors is really fun, and I just love watching all of their little interactions they’re so sweet

- my friend and I are going to be witches because we’re witches every other day of the year so it’ll be nice and easy. I’m going to wear an oversized button up I found in a thrift shop (that was definitely owned by witches lol) and it has a big cartoon mouse and flowers and it reminds me of Ilse’s costume in argentina sa. We’ll have our little table set up when we give out candy and I have lots of crystals and candles, plus I can do tarot readings so it’ll be really fun.

- I’m almost certainly going to change my mind in like thirty seconds but for right now:

1. Bare A Pop Opera

2. Spring Awakening

3. Next To Normal

4. Legally Blonde

5. Come From Away

- Last musical I saw was Regina Comet! It was so much fun!! (Review coming soon? 👀)

- My mother and I just watched the boot of Heathers the other day (yes, I watched heathers with my mom it was a moment for sure)

- the last one I remember is Portrait Of A Girl from Bare, but according to my history it was the Spanish alphabet song? lol

- okay first of all this ask made me smile so freakin much so thank you. I have a lot of things that make me smile idk. Talking to my friends makes me smile especially when they laugh at my bad jokes. Other things are: songs that have epic climaxes, fluffy fanfiction, instant ramen lol, CVS, spooky decorations, boba tea, the guy who owns the boba shop and waves at me when I see him on the street, much more stuff too.

- I have three very different answers for who I’d switch bodies with. First is just one of the popular kids at my school cause I just want to see what that’s like, you know? How do people treat them? Idk. Next option is any lawmakers passing bills I disagree with (lol texas looking at you) cause I can like change their vote right? Third option is the YouTuber coaster studios just cause he gets to ride hundreds of roller coasters and make money off of it and I think that’s the coolest job ever.

Thank you so much bestie you’re amazing!! I’m not going to proofread this cause I wrote so much so I hope it made any sense at all lol.

[thewritewolf]

In Due Time Chapter 1: Witch AU

Hello and welcome to my entry for Marichat May 2020 - In Due Time! Figuring out an idea for this fic was an exhausting journey and I must've gone through nine or ten different ideas before inspiration struck and I ended up with this one. I've very excited to tell this story, and I hope you will like reading it just as much as I did writing it.

@marichatmay

Enjoy!

Summary: For eight years, Chat Noir and Red Beetle have been fighting to bring Hawkmoth to justice. But after so many years with no progress to show for their efforts, there are rumors that the Red Beetle has given up crime fighting.

Alone and without even a partner to rely on and all the while facing increasingly more dangerous akumas, Chat Noir has to find someone worthy of taking up the ladybug miraculous.

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Marinette stood in the bus with a handful of strangers, most of whom were sending her curious glances. That didn’t surprise her too much and she couldn’t blame them, even if it was making her a little self conscious. Paris might be a large, cosmopolitan city, but even so, someone dressed like a witch at sundown was sure to attract attention.

As she clenched her hands against her heavy skirt, Marinette was glad she’d at least designed her outfit to be practical. Having to endure all this scrutiny while freezing in the late October weather might have caused her to just head right back home before even reaching the party. And having to keep track of a purse while holding onto her prop broomstick would’ve been just awful. Another benefit to being a designer - she could add pockets to whatever she wanted.

It came as a huge relief when she got off the bus and started seeing more people in costume. At least she wasn’t sticking out in the crowd any more. Although now she was wondering just how many people were going to be showing up to Alya’s party. For all that talk about how Marinette went overboard with things, Alya could certainly keep up with the craziest that Marinete could pull and then some.

Maybe it was because of all the traffic the Cat Chat had been seeing. It had never really died down since those early years in lycee - the opposite, actually. The longer Hawkmoth’s war on Paris dragged on, the more that Chat Noir and Red Beetle were put into the spotlight and lauded. Or critiqued, Marinette admitted with a frown. That last article she had read had been scathing, but Alya had been quick to rip it to shreds on the Cat Chat.

As she stepped into the building after flashing her VIP ticket to the doorman, there was no doubt in her mind that the now infamous article was why there were so many people wearing costumes of Paris’s heroes today. Well - wearing costumes of Chat Noir, that is.

“Girl!”

Marinette looked around, clutching her broomstick tightly. She smiled when she saw Alya, wearing a female version of the Chat Noir costume, bulldoze her way through the crowded floor.

“Alya!” The two women kissed cheeks and hugged. “It’s been a few days, how have you been?”

“Crazy and frantic,” Alya said with a laugh. “But you know I wouldn’t have it any other way, girl.” She took a step back and walked around Marinette. “And look at you! You really went all out with this costume, huh?”

“What was I gonna do?” Marinette said with a smirk. “Not splurge for my bestie’s Halloween party?”

“I appreciate it, M. It helps the atmosphere.” She leaned in conspiratorially. “Especially with how tacky some of these costumes are. But hey!” Her voice returned to her usual volume again. “I can’t expect everyone to have a snazzy outfit for the first annual Cat Chat Halloween party.”

“You’re obsessed.” Marinette giggled.

“Why shouldn’t we get to have some Halloween fun too? Trust me, this is the start of something great.” Alya glanced behind her and cursed. “Or at least it would if people would stop trashing things. Sorry for bailing, but foods over there,” she jerked a thumb over her shoulder as she started edging away from Marinette. “Have fun! Socialize!”

And just like that Marinette was alone again.

Now, Marinette wasn’t a shy wallflower by any stretch of the imagination. But this was a perfect storm of eroded confidence that she had emerged into. The lingering stares on the bus. The press of people all around her. The fact that she knew literally no one here except for Alya. Which was surprising, at least until she remembered that Nino was busy today with a gig on the other side of town. He may not understand his girlfriend’s obsession, but at least he was supportive.

Regardless, it all piled up on her until she found herself floating at the edges of the party, using the big buffet table and the wall at her back as a buffer against the giant throng of people.

“Pretty big turn out, isn’t it?”

Marinette just about jumped out of her skin when she heard a voice just behind her, causing her pointy black hat to fall over her eyes. As she fumbled her broomstick and drink to try and fix it, she felt it be lifted and placed carefully back on top of her head.

“Sorry about that, little witch,” came the voice again and now she could see vibrant green eyes like shining emeralds looking down at her. Down because the person they belonged to was so tall, even lounging against the wall like he was. “I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“No sweat,” she replied mechanically, her designer eyes already at work sweeping over his outfit. It turned out to be the sixth Chat Noir costume of the night, but she could hardly complain. It was leaps and bounds better than the usual cheap stuff that she’d been seeing all night.

“See something you like?” There was a teasing lilt in his voice. Her eyes rose back to his and she saw the flirty smirk he was wearing.

“Sorry, I was just admiring your costume. It is definitely the most accurate one I’ve seen all night.”

“Are you something of a Chat Noir expert?” He asked, an amused glint in his eyes.

“Well, I’m a designer so I have an eye for those sorts of things. Everyone remembers the ears and tail, and most people remember the bell,” she flicked his, delighted that it had a pleasant metallic ring. “Getting the size of the bell, the leather-like quality of the ears and tail - those are common mistakes.”

“Well, if I’m going to be Chat Noir, I may as well go the full distance, right?” Again there was a playful look in his expression, like there was a joke he wasn’t sharing.

“Yeah, but most people don’t even realize that the super suits are made up of tiny hexagons,” she said, pointing at the miniscule figures making up his costume. “How do they even do that? Heck, how did you?”

Chuckling, he shook his head. “You must be a really big fan then, huh? Like you said, most people don’t know that trivia.”

“It helps that my best friend runs the Cat Chat,” she said with a smirk, expecting him to be impressed. Instead, he snorted.

“Yeah that makes sense. If you’re Alya’s closest friend, you probably get sent all the articles before they’re published.” He patted her shoulder. “My condolences. Even I can’t keep up with everything she puts out.”

“Which reminds me-”

“Witch reminds you?” He said, looking very pleased with his pun.

Marinette chuckled, shaking her head. “Sure. Anyway, you haven’t given me your name?”

His smile widened. “You can just call me Chat Noir.”

“You might have to be more specific there,” she said with a glance to a couple of Chat Noirs nearby.

“Ah, trying to rely on my good manners to figure out my true identity. Very clever, but no, you’ll have to make due with just Chat Noir.”

“You really are playing the part, aren’t you?” Marinette rolled her eyes. “That’s fine, I suppose. But seriously, what’s your costume made out of?”

“Why do you want to know?”

“Well, I’ve always been curious about the real deal since I’m an up and coming designer-”

“In my experience,” Chat Noir interrupted with a grin. “‘Up and coming’ usually means ‘down and out at the moment.’”

She glares at him for a moment before turning away. Intending to get a refill of punch and some distance away from ‘Chat Noir’, she started walking away. He snagged her elbow - not tightly, but just enough to make her pause.

“Wait! Sorry, that was rude of me. This is the longest I’ve gone talking to a pretty lady for a while, please excuse me.” When she turned back around, he breathed a sigh of relief. “So, you’re a designer?”

“Yes,” she said, still feeling a little miffed but also feeling a boost to her ego from the pretty lady comment. “I actually made my costume for this party.”

“Really?” Chat said, surprised. “I thought it looked a cut above what everyone else was wearing. Do you mind if I take a look?” He smirked, but it lacked some of the cockiness from before. There was a slight shyness that was endearing. “I don’t want to just… oogle you without permission.”

She giggled. “Sure! I’d love for someone to actually appreciate the work that went into this.”

Setting down her drink, she held her broom and spun around slow enough that he could get a good look. When she was facing him again, he was wearing an impressed look.

“Its even better than I thought it was. Naturally, I realized it was excellent quality, but not many designers today would remember to balance comfort and practicality in addition to appearance. Plus,” he added as he ran a claw along a seam, “these stitches are expertly done. I bet you’ve been practicing sewing for a long time.”

“Since before lycee! I was making clothes and accessories even back then. In fact…”

Their conversation wore on for the next couple hours and it turned out ‘Chat Noir’ had more than just a cute face and a flirty tongue. He had a surprisingly good knowledge of fashion and the industry, even gave her a few tips for how to break into it.

As much as she tried to steer the conversation toward him and what he did, he always managed to expertly get her back into talking about her. It was almost as if he had plenty of practice doing it, but she was just glad to have someone new to talk to. All her work recently had left her without many friends to casually talk to. Which was no doubt another reason Alya had gone out of her way to give her a VIP invite.

Eventually, though, ‘Chat Noir’ left. It was only a few moments later that she realized she had forgotten to ask his name again, or at least ask for his number (he was a cutie after all). But by the time she turned around to look for him, he’d vanished without a trace.

Not that she had long to dwell on it. Just as she was frowning and searching the crowd, Alya stormed over to her. Her eyes were wide and she had that manic energy around her that Marinette had rightly learned to dread over the years.

“Girl! Do you know who you were just talking to?!”

“Some guy that wouldn’t give me his name and insisted I called him Chat Noir,” she said with a sigh. “Which sucks, but-”

“That’s because that was Chat Noir!”

“I get why you think that - it was a super impressive costume - but-”

“No, girl. Listen to me.” She put her hands on Marinette’s shoulders and stared her in the eye. “I’ve spent eight years running a blog with a cat pun in the name because of that furry. Eight years of studying Chat Noir and Red Beetle. I’ve interviewed him! If anyone can point out the real Chat Noir out of a bunch of lookalikes, its me.”

Alya shook Marinette in her excitement. “You just spent the evening flirting with Chat Noir, you amazing minx!”

Marinette smiled as Alya babbled excitedly, but in the comfort of her own mind she frowned. That wasn’t at all what she expected the bombastic, energetic hero she always saw on television to be like. With the party dying down, she headed back to Alya’s place to spend the night, still trying to merge the image of the larger-than-life hero of Paris and the shy boy asking her if she’d let him look at her costume.

There seemed to be more to Chat Noir than she had ever given him credit for.

[rockyscactus]

Can you write a calum blurb about the two of you making out at a party? Maybe you’ve been to school together for a while or know each other thru mutual friends but have never gotten any time for just the two of you until tonight? and you start talking and one thing leads to another?? thanks!

a/n: don’t know if this is what you wanted anon but i hope you like it! 

You watched intently at the group of boys across the room playing beer pong. They all jumped around in victory as somebody won. You smiled at the reactions of the people around before you were shaken from your thoughts.

“Y/N”, Luke called out to you.

Your eyes landed on him, setting up a new game along with a few of his friends. You nodded your head upward, in a ‘sup’ motion.

“We need an extra player and you killed it at Jackson’s halloween party last semester”, he continued.

You blushed as the group of guys he was playing with turned to you, waiting for your answer. “Uh...sure”, you walked over to the table which was set up with red cups and a couple of ping pong balls.

“You’ll be joining Cal Pal over here since Michael decided that he was gonna be annoying and blackout���, Luke motioned to another one of your classmates, Michael Clifford, who was nodding off on the couch.

You chuckled before walking over to meet your partner, “Hey, Cal Pal”, you bumped hips with ‘Cal Pal’ as he stumbled slightly, caught off guard by your actions but not bothered by it at all.

‘Cal Pal’ smiled down at you, “I’m Calum”, he shook your hand, “How do you know Luke?”

“Oh he, Michael, and I have two classes together and he sits next to me ...it's the best and worst part of my day all at the same”, you joked, causing him to laugh a bit. 

“Well, you better live up to what Luke said. You better be a kickass beer pong player because I am number one ranked”, he gloated sarcastically.

“That is incorrect”, you said matter of factly, “Since we’re bragging here, I’m an amazing shot.”

“I just hope you can hold your liquor because Luke and Ashton are not playing around”, he spoke as Ashton and Luke fake stretched. 

-

“Don’t fuck up”, you whispered with a giggle as Calum bent down to take his shot, closing an eye to aim better.

“Hey Missy”, Calum pinched your side lightly, “You’re gonna cost me kicking Luke’s ass in Beer Pong”, he informed you as he took his shot, the ball landing in the red dixie cup.

You threw your hands up at your collective victory, “In your faces!” 

 Calum fist bumped you as you two did a choreographed victory dance (which he would never admit to having come up with in between shots with you). 

Luke rolled his eyes at you and Cal’s antics. “Since you two are besties now”, he rolled his eyes playfully before shaking you and Cal’s hands.

“Good game, turds”, Ashton did the same as you and Calum were still more than elated at the intense win.

A new game started and you and Cal decided to sit this one out, per his request. He wanted to get to know you better and suggested that you two go outside.

“So”, he spoke as the cool air hit your faces, “How does it feel to be apart of the winner circle?”

“Nothing new”, you turned to face him as he reached for you hand, praying you’d take it. You did. “I was gonna ask you the same thing as a matter of fact!”

He rolled his eyes at your sarcasm, “How have we never met before? Luke said you were at Jackson’s party but I never saw you.”

“I typically dip after I win a few games of beer pong”, you teased, “Not to mention that I never had an attractive teammate to flirt with after a victory”, the words slipped from your mouth before you could catch them.

Calum didn’t react negatively though, he leaned against a nearby wall and pulled you close. “So I’m not the only one who was attracted to my teammate tonight?”

You shook your head, a grin plastered on your face. “Shut the fuck up, Ash”, Luke’s voice was heard from the window above.

You and Calum both looked up. “Are you idiots spying on us”, Calum yelled up at them.

“This idiot...”, Luke pointed to himself, “...actually set you two up!” Luke had to give himself some credit for getting Michael to fake being damn near blackout drunk for this match making mission. After chatting with you during a couple of lectures, he realized that you and his roommate would be absolutely perfect together and he had to act on it. 

“Well thanks, I think I just met my wife”, Calum tried to mock his friend even though he was definitely feeling some type of connection with you that he hadn’t felt in a long time...or ever!

You laughed at that, face feeling hot. “Hey husband?”

He looked back at you, trying to bite back his bright expression at what you called him. “Hm?”

“Is it too forward to kiss you?”

He shook his head, a twinkle in his eyes. “Of course not”, he leaned in, the both of you knowing that sparks were gonna fly.

“Call me Cupid”, Luke highfived Ashton and Michael as you and Calum beamed into the kiss.

[silver-greedling]

Cool In College

Michael Mell x Reader

"You can trust me again, I swear!" Jake told me from where we stood next to his car in the school parking lot. His shorter friend, Rich, was beside him, trying nervously not to meet my eyes. "When was the last time I let you down?"

"Last week," I reminded him. "One of your little friends hit on one of mine, then continued to do so after she told them she was uncomfortable. One of the boys had to step in to get your friend off of her."

Jake looked at the ground, sighing. A sigh of my own escaped me as I glanced off to the side.

"I pull a lot of strings for you," I informed him. "Damn, even giving you one shot was risky, kid. I'm not even a member of that frat, just a trusted friend! They're putting a lot of weight on me, so if anything screws up, I'm to blame."

He looked like he was really thinking about what to say, but Rich stepped in. "He can't be held responsible for how other people act," he told me, suddenly stern. "Besides, you made the decision to trust him-"

"And I can change my mind at any moment!" I reminded him, causing him to fall silent. A groan left me as I went to rub my temple. "One shot, Jake. You mess up this weekend, I won't be able to give you any more chances-"

"You won't regret it!" he enthused.

"However," I interrupted, "you have to do something for me. Prove I can trust you."

His eyes finally met mine, and I smirked down to him.

"Do you know a kid named Michael Mell?" Confusedly, he looked over to Rich, then nodded. "I want him there."

"What do you want with a loser like him?"

"What am I doing trusting a child like you?" I countered. "I told you what I want, so make it happen. I'll speak to Michael myself if I don't see him there, to make sure you even tried."

I held a hand out for Jake, and, after a moment of contemplating, he shook my hand.

~~~

Halloween party. One of the most anticipated parties of the year, especially in Middleborough.

I cursed as I saw a few of my friends pulling into Jake's driveway, but smiled when they approached me.

"Yo, what's up?" one of the boys said, wrapping his arm around my shoulder as another boy put his arm around my waist.

"Don't even think about moving your hand any lower." I glared at the second boy, who chuckled and held his hands up in surrender, before jogging off with a couple of others.

"Oh, my God," my friend, James, said, a stupid grin on his face. "Is that Michael Mell, in the flesh?""

I glanced over, seeing him in the corner of my eye. "He came," I said, smiling.

"Isn't that the kid you were friends with? Used to live close to him?"

I nodded, my eyes focused on the sweater he wore. It wasn't his normal red one, but he still looked so cute.

"He...is over sixteen, right?" James asked, sending me a cautious glance.

"Yes, he's eighteen," I sighed. "I'm not trying to get arrested, dumbass. I've waited three years for this."

James chuckled, shaking his head. "Can't believe it," he said. "You, of all people, crushing on your childhood bestie? I never thought I'd live to see the day you showed interest in anyone."

I rolled my eyes, playfully punching his side. "You don't get it. He was there for me, like, all the time. God, without him, I'd probably be dead!"

My eyes followed him into the house, and I smiled a little bit wider. "He's eighteen, that's plenty of time I waited. I'm gonna ask him out, tonight."

"Good luck," James called as I headed into the house, where I immediately started looking for Michael.

"Hey," I heard his voice say beside me, and I turned to see those familiar glasses and that goofy smile.

"Michael!" I greeted, hugging him tightly. "It's been a while!"

He shrugged as I let go of the hug, both of us walking around while chatting quietly.

"What brings you to a high school party?" he asked. "I figured you'd be more comfortable with people that you know better."

"It's a long story," I said, "but I have some friends here that wanted me to show up. I'm glad you're here, though. That'll make it even more fun."

He cracked a little smile at my words, face going a bit pink. "I'm happy to see you, too," he returned.

Recognizing the look on his face, I decided to change the subject. He seemed relieved. "So, eighteen? How's it feel to almost be an adult?"

His spirits dampened a little bit. "It's not going as well as I would have hoped."

I leaned against a wall, Michael standing beside me. "What's the matter, Mikey?"

He seemed fond of the nickname that I used to call him, stepping closer to talk to me. "Jeremy sort of...pissed off into popularity. Threw me away for a girl he likes."

My eyebrows furrowed. "That doesn't sound like something he'd do," I muttered.

Michael shrugged. "I guess he cares more about his little crush than his best friend," he sighed, before cringing. "Sorry, I didn't mean to get sad."

I shook my head. "No, don't be sorry." I placed a hand on his shoulder, smiling gently. "It's good to talk about it, and I'm glad you trust me enough to tell me."

One of his hands went to my waist, and he pulled me to him for a loose hug. I smiled and wrapped my arms around his neck, squeezing him gently.

When the hug ended, we just seperated a little bit. My hands were on his shoulders, and his were on my waist.

"Hey, Michael?" I asked, eyes studying every bit of his face. "Kiss me."

He seemed shocked, but he did so in only a second, lips meeting mine carefully. I relaxed in his arms, kissing back passionately. I felt him smile a little bit, before he took it upon himself to bite my lip.

"Punk," I whispered as I pulled back.

"Why'd you want me to kiss you?" he asked me, forehead pressed to mine. "I mean, out of everyone here...or all of your college friends, why me?"

"Why not you?" I returned, smiling. "I've known you practically my entire life. I even waited for you to be basically an adult for this. I mean, you're Michael Mell! My best friend and the person I...I love most. Damn, I love you."

His face was almost pure red, and I smiled as he tried to stutter out a sentence. "You waited for me?" he managed, and I nodded.

He hugged me and buried his face in my neck, clearly trying to hide the scarlet red on his face. I laughed, patting his back and letting him try to gather himself.

"I...wanted to kiss you, too," he admitted, face still tucked into my neck and shoulder. "I...I don't know, I've had this huge crush on you since I was a kid. I never thought that you'd, you know, like me, too. I always thought you'd be way too cool, or you'd want someone closer to your age."

"Michael, it's two years," I reminded him. "That's hardly anything to worry about. Besides, I wouldn't want to kiss anyone but you." My own face started to turn a little bit pink, I could feel it. "That was my first kiss, you know that?"

His breath hitched, before he smiled against my skin. "Mine, too."

I couldn't contain myself, wrapping my arms around him and hugging him tightly. "Wanna ditch this place? Play video games or get slushees?"

He pulled back, meeting my eyes with a goofy grin. "Sounds like a plan."

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Opposing Elements Part 3 (Peter Parker x Reader)

Part One, Part Two

A/N: Ahhh! So I had waaaayyy too much fun writing from Peter’s point of view, as a result, we were gifted with a lot of rambling and playful dialogue! Not much reader presence in this chapter, but we do get to see things from Peter’s POV! (Also, I’ll be travelling for the next few days and even though I did a quick spellcheck I’m sure there are a few (many) mistakes I overlooked. I’ll fix that later. I just had to update this fic! It was overdue!)

Remember: Reader is a version of Felicia Hardy AKA Black Cat

Words: 2086

Warnings: Does Crime fighting and therapy multitasking count? Some angst.

(Gif isn’t mine)

Peter’s POV

Peter was perched atop one of the thousand fire escapes on one of the indistinguishable apartment buildings in Queens. His mask was lifted up from the bottom half of his face as he snacked on a Snickers bar. Legs dangling over the edge like he was a little kid at a play park. He was exhausted, but not from crime fighting, sadly. To his dismay, it was one of the slowest nights he'd had in a while. The most action he'd gotten was saving a cat from a tree. Twice! And it was the same cat.

He had patrolled many dark alleyways and shady corners the last month alone. He and Ned had been slowly working towards finding all the remaining alien tech the Vulture -Adrian Toomes- had repurposed and sold on the black market. It hadn't been easy. Tracking down alien technology was time-consuming and difficult, he and Ned barely had any free time lately. He was a little disappointed that he had to miss attending Felicia's gymnastic try-outs today. He really wanted to be there for her.

"Hey, Karen, anything?" Peter asked the AI in his suit, he was getting impatient.

"Nothing as yet, Peter."

"Great," Peter groaned.  He was in need of blowing off some steam. After everything that happened with Liz and her dad, for which he felt partially responsible, Peter had been a little on edge. It didn't help that Aunt May found out about his leading a double life either. She had sworn that if she ever saw him wearing the colours red, blue and white together, on a night that wasn't Halloween where it'd only be acceptable if he dressed as Captain America, she would ground him for life. Either that or she'd slowly kill him with walnut-date loaves. Everything was just so much more complicated now.

With Felicia's return, things just seemed to get even more complicated. He had missed her fiercely when she left, she had been his only friend back then. She was like this unstoppable whirlwind that set its sights on him one day and, for some reason or the other, she had swept him up and carried him away. Away from the bullies and the stolen lunch money. Away from having to think about his parents all the time. She was a force to be reckoned with, but at least then he knew what his feelings for her were. He knew what she had meant to him -and he to her. But now, now they didn't seem to fit so well together anymore. Like two puzzle pieces from two separate puzzles that once looked identical. Turns out they weren't.

To make matters worse keeping secrets from Felicia felt unnatural. When she had asked about the bruise he couldn't bare lying to her face. Not when they stood so close together and she hung her slender arm around his. So the best he could offer her was a half-truth. He had gotten the bruise from falling on gym equipment, the truth was he had gotten the bruise when some hoodlum in possession of a magnetic field generator weapon had flung a piece of gym equipment at him.

Peter sighed, "Anything yet, Karen?"

"No, Peter."

"Oh man! I have so much homework to do. Can't these guys just hurry up and take the bait? I mean it's not like I don't have a life of my own ya' know. Why is it criminals always show up at the most inconvenient of ti--"

"Peter, my scanners have honed in on a frequency. It appears we have some activity," Karen interrupted.

"Yes!" Peter exclaimed excitedly as he pulled the mask over his face completely. He stuffed the candy wrapper in his bag and webbed it to the fire escape. "Let's go re-poses some alien weaponry!"

***

When he reached the source of the frequency, Peter had spotted four guys, all heavily armed with weird looking alien tech. They were loading a truck with duffle bags. They had probably just robbed an ATM or something. Peter mentally scolded himself for failing to stop the robbery before it had occurred.

Peter crawled up to the ceiling from the wall to get to a better vantage point. Once positioned perfectly above them he used his enhanced vision to focus on the gang of criminals.

"Alright, one more score like this and then we're set!" Said the largest of the four, he was without a doubt proud of his winnings.

"Come on, come on! Hurry up! Don't want to be around when the fuzz shows up," one wearing a red bandana around his face hurried the others.

"Or that Spider-Dude," the smallest one added. They all laughed at him. Peter tried not to take much offence.

"Would you like to activate instant kill mode, Peter?" Karen asked innocently.

"W-What, no, no. Karen, we talked about this. No instant kill," Peter panicked for a fleeting second, keeping his voice low so as to avoid detection.

"Acknowledged."

He slowly descended down towards the truck using his retractable web sling. The four men were too preoccupied with stuffing the van to notice Peter was suspended above them. Peter stayed there, hovering above them for a few extra seconds hoping one of them would notice him, but to his chagrin, they didn't.

His second wave of impatience hit him and Peter cleared his throat to garner their attention, "Hey, not to be a buzzkill, but would you guys mind returning all the money you stole?" He quipped childishly.

The big guy pointed his weapon at Peter and fired off a pulse beam, Peter avoided the beam by somersaulting away and landing a few feet away. The surrounding windows of the building screeched in distress before they exploded, the resulting effect was a beautiful yet dangerous shower of microscopic glass shards falling to the ground. Peter shielded himself under some cover.

"I guess that's a no then?"

"You two-" the big guy pointed to the smaller, unarmed two of the group, "-keep loading the truck. We got this," confidence practically oozing off him as he urged his bandana wearing companion to join him in his fight.

If Peter hadn't faced guys twice as dangerous as him, he may have wavered for a second. The smaller guys (including the one who had called him 'Spider-Dude') hurried their efforts to fill the truck with the duffle bags.

"Karen, notify the police, someone's gotta return all that money," Peter ordered.

"The police have been notified."

"Who is he talking to?" The armed man with the bandana asked the bigger guy, who in turn shrugged. He seemed just as confused as his partner in crime.

"Probably hallucinating from all that blood rushing to his brain from hanging upside-down for so long."

"You're familiar with the basic physics concept of gravity weighing down on your organs due to the human body being upside down, thereby crushing your lungs causing asphyxiation which can lead to side effects like hallucinations or blurred vision?" Peter asked in surprise.

The large man didn't answer, he chose to fire off his pulse weapon instead. Peter dodged the energy pulse, barely, with another summersault. He then used one of his webs to swing around and kick him in the back. He went down easy.

"The bigger they are, the harder they fall," Peter said with a cool head and a touch of self-gratification. This was exactly the kind of mind-numbing distraction he needed.

In a moment of hysterics, the other armed man fired his weapon carelessly in a flurry of pulsing attacks. Eventually, the power was too much for one ordinary man to withstand and he was blown away by the very weapon he used to defend himself. Ironic, Peter thought.

In short time he managed to subdue all the criminals and webbed them up in a collective ball to the side of the truck. He was about to make his grand exit when his suit notified him he had an incoming call. The caller ID read: Felicia.

"Would you like to accept the call, Peter?" Karen's constantly calm and composed voice was always hard to adjust to after taking on a few criminals in a rush of adrenaline and aerial kicks.

Peter debated whether or not to take the call, "I- I don't know, maybe? Actually, n- no. I can't talk to her right now. But what if she thinks I'm avoiding her? Or worse, what if she thinks I'm a terrible friend for standing her up twice in one day. First with the auditions and now this phone call… No, I'll just call her and apologise later. Y- Yeah, that's what I'll do."

"The call already went to voicemail," Karen informed him too late.

"Uh, hey! Spider-Dude, are you… are you alright?" Asked the smallest of the four men roped up in the ball of webs. His voice soft and sincere. He was definitely the furthest thing from a hardened criminal, Peter thought.

Peter turned to him, he could feel his cheeks flush from embarrassment, it was a good thing he was wearing a mask. He never meant for anyone to witness his little inner dialogue of indecision with himself, let alone the guys he just strung up. Although, since they were all here and not going anywhere anytime soon, Peter decided to make do with what he was given. He sat cross-legged, facing towards the balled mass of men stuck to the side of the truck, he figured it wouldn't hurt to get a second opinion on his current relationship problems.

"Okay so here's the deal: there's this girl right, we used to be besties back in the day, when we were kids, but then she moved away and things… changed. We both changed. But now she's back and at first, ya' know, I was happy, I got my best friend back and I figured things could go back to the way they used to be. Except, they didn't."

Peter used his hands as visual aids as he moved them about from point A to B to A again actively, the four men were forced to do nothing but listen to him overshare about his current predicament, "To be honest, I don't really understand it. When she's happy, I'm happy and when she's sad I get so exasperated because I can't help her. To make things worse, I have this whole other secret life I can't tell her about and lying to her, even by omission, is killing me!"

"Why don't you just tell her how you feel?" the small guy asked.

"Yeah, just tell her how you feel," one of his companions backed him up.

Peter let out an exasperated sigh, "See, that's the thing, I don't know what it is exactly I feel for her. Don't get me wrong, she's amazing and quick-witted and has a horrible habit of swearing all the time -which I find hilarious… "

"But?"

"But, my last relationship didn't end well and I was somewhat responsible for how things ended. I just- I don't want that to happen with her. I don't want to hurt her, I also don't want to ruin what we have," Peter's head hung low, he didn't realise this had bothered him so much.

"Maybe you should stop trying to control everything and just let her decide," the largest of the men offered. Peter hadn't expected someone like him to say something like that, he was at a loss for words.

"Peter, the authorities are closing in. I recommend leaving now," Karen informed him.

"I gotta jet, thanks for everything. You are all great listeners."

Peter left before any of them could say anything, the distant sounds of the sirens blaring through the wind.

***

Peter climbed through his bedroom window still clad in his suit, he had been so preoccupied with making sure Aunt May didn't see or hear him that when a lively feminine voice spoke out he had nearly jumped out of his skin.

"Spider-Man?" Felicia gasped in utter astonishment.

Peter whipped his head around so fast he nearly gave himself whiplash, "Wh-What? Who-"

Suddenly he realised his voice still sounded like him. Peter cleared his throat and deepened his voice to an almost comical extent, "Hey, this isn't my apartment!" He tried to sound perplexed.

"Obviously," Felicia said sarcastically.

She squinted her eyes at him, he knew that look, she was definitely thinking up a storm in that brilliant mind of hers. Peter had to find a way to throw her off the scent.

"Uh… “His mind drew a blank. Peter couldn't think of a smart way to try and explain why exactly Spider-Man was in Peter Parker's bedroom.” I’ll just-" Peter pointed at the window and seconds later he flung himself out of it, leaving Felicia looking on completely flabbergasted.

"What the hell just happened?" Peter heard Felicia ask herself in astonishment.

"Next time, use the fire escape," he spoke out loud to himself. "Oh, shit my backpack!" Peter shouted, his voice normalised, as he swung away from his apartment building back in the direction he came from to pick up the third backpack he had forgotten.

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Sugar Daddy Hanzo part 7

Hey there everyone! Another chapter all ready for you. Some set up for the next part and some struggles with how much you want your man back.

And btw, thanks for answering my question last time! It was super fun to see your responses! :D

Around 4,300 words today. Enjoy!

BTW, this whole business world AU is based on my bud @watch-your-grammer‘s post here. She’s glorious and so is her work.

The rest of the story: pt one, pt two, pt three, pt four, pt five, pt six 

Saturdays were supposed to be relaxing – not a clusterfuck, but here you were, half tacking on another day to the workweek and half trying to get your best friend’s baby shower in order. And all the way losing your shit.

“What the hell do you mean Clarissa’s Cupcakes pulled out on us,” you fumed at your phone as you tried to dig through your desk for the to-do list that just kept growing and growing.

“Yeah,” Jules said slowly, “they canceled on us.”

“We paid upfront for that stupid reservation! What the hell happened?”

“They said someone else made them a better offer or something. The whole place is closed for the day for a private party, dude. We’re kinda boned,” Jules said, sounding pretty damn dejected for her, but at least that meant she was taking this seriously.

You heaved a long sigh and thought a moment. “Okay, okay. That’s okay. We’ll figure something else out. If all else fails, we can have the party at one of our places. Mags will be fine with that.”

“As long as it's not mine, I’m cool with that,” Jules agreed, going right back to optimistic fast enough to give you emotional whiplash.

“Why not yours,” you asked, “you’ve got that great dining and kitchen area. I’ll help you get it ready as soon as I’m done here.”

“About that,” she laughed, “I’m in the middle of a job, and my creative process is uh, messy, as you know. And this time the subject matter is sorta graphic. Like aliens with tentacles that have teeth graphic.”

Having one of your besties be an animatronic whiz and well-respected movie monster creator was great around Halloween. Right now, not so much.

“Well fuck. Nicole will never let that many people she doesn’t know in her place, so I guess my apartment it is,” you groaned.

“No offense babe, but your place is pretty small for that. I could try to clean my stuff up some, I guess, but the alien herself ain’t going nowhere right now.”

“No, no,” you sighed, “I got it. I’ll move some stuff around and rig up some more seating. Just hope I can get home in time.”

There was a pause on the other side of the line, and you knew what was coming next. A scolding. “You better not be where I think you are,” Jules said in her most grown-up tone.

“Um,” you hesitated.

“Good freakin’ gods woman! That job is bleeding you dry! You gotta stop letting them treat you like this.” She sounded more disappointed than angry, which stung plenty.

“I know, I know, but you know me, I work hard! It’s what I do. It’s important.”

“Lovebug,” Jules said gently, calling you by your childhood nickname to get her point across, “I know your mom and dad always told you that, but working yourself into a pit isn’t good either. Especially since that company doesn’t appreciate you and all you do. You could be doing so much better! You’ve got enough big-name clients that you should absolutely have more than that cheap little cubicle. You work with fucking Lucio himself, girl! That’s big-time shit!”

“I – I know,” you fumbled, “but there aren’t any openings here for a better position. I’ve just got to wait it out.”

“You ought to ask for a raise,” Jules snorted.

“Yeah, probably,” you huffed, rubbing your temple. “I don’t know why I can stand up to Hanzo like I did but going up to my superiors here at work seems daunting – even though I know I deserve more.”

“Because your parents taught you to value your career more than relationships and you’re still internally trying to please them despite the fact that you know they’re unhealthy and unhappy,” Jules said frankly. “Childhood psychological shit, it’ll get you every time.”

“No kidding,” you laughed, taking a moment to close your eyes and remind yourself that you were so much more than just your job.

“I know you’re not going to just blow off work,” Jules said, “but don’t go crazy today, alright? We have a party to get to! And the world won’t end just because you left some stuff to be done on Monday.”

“That much I can do,” you agreed, “thanks, Jules.”

“No problem. I don’t have many wise moments, but when I do, I’m more than happy to share them.”

“Maybe you ought to share some weed with me next week to get rid of the nerves before I go ask my boss for a raise,” you suggested, only partially joking.

“Holy fuck yes! Yes! Babe, let’s do it! Nicole can give you one of her hardcore pep talks and Mags can make you feel all good and shit! Fuck yeah! This is happening. I’ve decided.”

“Oh dear god what have I started,” you giggled.

“This is the best idea you’ve ever had.”

“Jules, love, I dig the excitement, but we have other things to focus on right now. If I get my place ready for the party can you get food?”

“Sure thing,” she said nonchalantly, “snacks are basically my specialty. I’ve got a caterer that owes me a favor, too.”

“Awesome, thanks, Jules. I’ll talk to you later. Keep me in the loop.”

“Yup. You just get done with stupid-ass work, alright?”

“I’ll try.”

You spent the next few hours toiling away at work, mostly alone at the office once again. Jules was right, you did have a problem. Thankfully, your phone buzzed, reminding you that time was in fact passing and you had other, much more enjoyable things to do.

‘Hey the caterer needs to get into your place soon to drop off goodies. You home?’

It was Jules. Who would be all over you for still being at work. “Fuck,” you hissed before typing a simple, ‘No.’

‘Da faq girl,” she replied.

‘I’m getting decorations and shit,’ you lied.

‘Oh. Cool. You do you. Just get home soon, k?’

‘Yep,’ you sent back, realizing you had dug yourself into a hole. Now you had to decorate, get home, and make your place presentable in a much too small window of time. Frantically, you called Nicole to see if she could help, but no she was still at the vet with her pup. Maggie’s mother could open the door for the caterer, but then she’d freak out about how ‘dirty’ the place was and start stressing and cleaning everything – or, even worse, tattle to your parents about ‘the state of that place!’ There was Maggie’s mother-in-law, but she was something of an attention whore and a snob who would undoubtedly make up some dramatic story about having to go to some ‘tacky shop’ for ‘tacky décor’ and how she did ‘the absolute best she could under the circumstances.’

No.

You were not listening to that on your day off.

Well, your day almost off.

As you scrolled through your contact list trying to find someone to help, a sudden text popped up. From Hanzo, no less.

“Huh,” you said frowning at his name. An image of him trying to pick out baby shower do-dads came to mind and made you cackle. “Oh hell no, I’m not asking him to do that, no matter how great the blackmail would be if I got pictures. Not that I could ever see the need to blackmail him.”

Since the morning at the coffee shop, you and Hanzo had done exactly as you had agreed upon. You were civil, spoke on occasion, and played nice. He was always respectful and appreciative of any time you gave him, but the tension was still there. At times, you would sill times get shudder including memories of that night he terrified you in that parking lot, but you were starting to see that part of him less and less with each conversation. Most of the time when he reached out to you, it was for a bit of advice or asking about something he’d read. He was a voracious reader now, it seemed, devouring anything he could get his hands on about overcoming mental obstacles. That seemed to be his new safe space – where he retreated when he was having a setback or had done something he deemed to be wrong.

He was being too hard on himself, you knew that, but there was only so much you could do while keeping an appropriate distance.

It was hard not to go to him and run your fingers through his hair, whispering soft reassurances.

The sadness that often coated his voice when you spoke on the phone made your stomach twist.

But this was his battle, and he would fight it in his own way. He had others to help him along the way, and he wasn’t your responsibility.

Hanzo was, however, always saying that he wanted to repay your kindness, so maybe you could ask him for a favor. Friend to friend.

You called him up before you could chicken out and waited rather impatiently for him to pick up.

“Hello,” he said, surprise and unease in his tone.

“Oh thank goodness,” you sighed. “Hey, Hanzo it’s me.”

“Yes, of course,” he said, “is something wrong?”

“What? No,” you replied in confusion. “Why would there be?”

“No reason,” he explained, “I was just not expecting a call. Usually, I am the one asking if I may bother you with a phone call.”

“Right,” you said laughing awkwardly, “well, the thing is, I sorta need some help.”

“What can I do,” he asked gravely. You could see his pensive face so clearly in your mind. It made you smile.

“Chill, Hanzo, I’m fine. It’s a little thing really, but I didn’t know who else to go to.”

“I am glad to hear you are alright and I am of course happy to help however I can,” he said softly. That damn voice of his was going to be the death of you.

“So, the gals and I are throwing Mags a baby shower,” you began.

“I see,” Hanzo said worriedly.

“Calm down,” you snorted, “you don’t have to come or anything, I just need someone to unlock the door for the people bringing food.”

“Ah, well, that I can most certainly do. Is there a spare key I should use nearby?”

“Yeah. It’s in a little magnetized box under the ridge of the big metal planter to the left of the door. If you can’t find it, give me a text.” You grabbed your purse and headed to the stairs.

“I will,” Hanzo said, evidently still taking this quite seriously, “but something has just occurred to me.”

“What’s that?”

“I have never been to your apartment,” he said, making you stop and frown.

“Well I’ll be damned, you haven’t. Whoops. I’ll text you the address in a sec, just leaving work.”

“My, my,” he said with a small chuckle, “your dedication is admirable.”

“That’s not what my friends say,” you grumbled.

“Why is that?”

“I may have a slight problem with balance,” you admitted sheepishly, “but I’m working on it. I do have a tendency to throw myself into the office when I’m stressed about other things, though.”

“Did I cause that reaction this time,” he asked gently.

In all honesty, yes, you were still dealing with the repercussions of taking on too much work to distract yourself after you and Hanzo broke it off, but he wasn’t the only cause. “Nah, it’s more me. I need to stop this pattern I always get myself into. I’ve basically buried myself in paperwork this time.”

“I can relate,” Hanzo hummed out, sounding stressed. As usual. “Do try to take care of yourself, though, will you? I – I worry. I know you are capable and independent, but . . . nonetheless.”

You shut your eyes tightly at the twinge in your heart. He could be so sweet. Sometimes. “Just, um, let me know if you need anything else, okay? I gotta go get some stuff.”

Hanzo cleared his throat tensely. “You have my word.”

“Thanks, Hanzo. Bye.” You let out an abysmal groan as soon as you hung up. “Why does he have to make it so hard to not like him?!”

Darting through the nearest party supply store like a tornado did wonders to take Hanzo off your mind – if there was anything in this world that absolutely did not remind you of that man, it was pink streamers and glitter – but seeing him standing next to your open doorway brought a wave of emotions you really didn’t have time to deal with.

You’d never seen him dress so . . . casually before. And . . .

Damn.

“Hey,” you called to him, cursing the way your voice broke. Christ, it was like you were back in high school, fawning over an upperclassman. At least this time he didn’t have swoopy hair. You had such terrible taste back then.

Well, maybe you still did, but that was a thought for another day.

“Hello,” he said with a smile. You looked him up and down as two people carried in a few trays. “Is something the matter,” he asked when he caught you staring.

“Nope,” you said with a grin, “I just didn’t know you owned anything other than freshly pressed suits.”

“Yes, well,” he said flushing, “you called me while I was in the middle of . . . something.”

“Son of a – ” you hissed, “I’m sorry! I didn’t even ask if you were busy, did I? I didn’t mean to – ”

Hanzo reached over and took a few of the bags hanging from your arms. “Think nothing of it. You did not interrupt anything important.”

You ushered him in and set the mess of shopping bags down. “Thanks again for letting these guys in,” you said gesturing to the people arranging miniature cakes all over your countertop, “but you didn’t have to stick around if you have other things to do. They’re good people, totally trustworthy.”

“I thought it best to stay close just in case. Not because I doubted their professionalism, but to see if you needed anything else. Based on the amount of food these people have brought in, you have quite the event going on here,” he said eyeing the pile of appetizers.

“Maggie has seven sisters-in-law,” you explained, trying not to grimace.

“Honto?! I cannott imagine,” Hanzo reeled.

You giggled, “Neither can I! I’ve always had such a small family, having ten in a household seems like hell to me.”

“Agreed,” Hanzo murmured, shaking his head.

“Anyway,” you said, smiling at him, “I should be fine. I’ve still got an hour to put up some decorations and tidy up a bit before the other girls get here to help me finish up. We got this.”

“Then I will leave you to it,” Hanzo said with a small bow before heading back to the hall.

“Wait,” you blurted, not really knowing why you’d said it. He turned back to you and waited.

Your face went hot as you rushed over to the kitchen and plucked a peach topped cake for him. “Here,” you said handing it to him, “for your trouble.”

“That is not necessary,” he said kindly, giving you an impossibly tender look, “I am simply glad I could help, and for a chance to see you.”

This was the first time you had seen each other face to face since that day at the coffee shop. He looked good, and not just because he always looked good. There was a sort of calm about him, as if maybe he wasn’t so bogged down by everything anymore. A proper therapist could do that.

You were happy for him. He deserved some progress, to not be alone and attacking himself all the time. You truly believed that.

And you also knew he had a sweet tooth as bad as yours.

“Take it,” you said, grabbing his hand and placing the little square napkin in his palm. “I know you want to.”

He grinned. “I can only say so to buttercream frosting so many times. Thank you, and enjoy your party. It sounds like you could use some fun.”

“I will. Take care, Hanzo.”

“I shall do my best,” he said with a nod, “and by the way, I like your home. It is, hmm, ‘warm’, I suppose is the word  am looking for. Or perhaps safe. I never quite understood how to navigate that line between ‘house’ and ‘home,’ but you certainly have.”

Something about that sentence made you pout involuntarily as your heart dropped.

“Not that I mean to be looking for sympathy,” Hanzo said quickly, “I meant it as a compliment! I should not have made that comment about me, I apologize.”

The blush he got. It was too much.

“Don’t worry about it,” you said wavering a little closer to him. “I’m flattered that you like my place. Here I thought it might not be fancy or cleaned up enough for you.”

He scoffed, “Please, my own maid thinks I am a bit too much of a ‘neat freak.’ I know not everyone has my uncanny need to have everything polished.”

“Yeah, I don’t polish anything,” you laughed, walking him to the elevator, “but I probably should be more on top of the dishes.”

Hanzo shrugged, “If I did not have someone tidying up for me, I would likely be the same way. Or I would just eat out more often, I am not sure which.”

You parted ways with a wave that left you feeling unsatisfied. It was as if your skin was itching for his touch.

“Fucking hell,” you moaned, “I gotta get over this guy.”

The party came and went, Hanzo’s piercing eyes lingering in your mind when you weren’t occupied. You had thought you were over this dumb puppy dog love stage weeks ago, but evidently not. Maybe it was seeing the way Maggie and her wife got along that made you feel like this. Or seeing a new family being started in front of you. Or maybe it was just loneliness. Once everyone had left the house you were on your own again, wishing you had someone to vent to about your boss emailing you about picking up another coworker’s slack.

“I always get like this when I’m tired,” you tried to assure yourself, “I’ll get over it. All I need is a shower and some proper sleep. And maybe for my boss to stop being a shitlord.”

Soon, you were settled on the couch hair up in a microfiber towel and your fluffiest robe around your shoulders. You felt better, yes, but you couldn’t help but think about snuggling up in Hanzo’s wide-collared hoodie from earlier today.

“Why are boy hoodies always the best,” you asked the universe, slightly perturbed at this unwarranted slight the fashion industry had given your gender.

Your ringtone went off, and you swiped your phone from the coffee table. Hanzo again.

Now the universe was really being a dick.

‘I hope everything went well tonight,’ he had sent. ‘I forgot to mention that I set your key by the sink. One of the caterers saw where you had hidden it, so you may want to find another location just to be safe, but that may just be my paranoia at work.’

“Worrywart,” you snickered before sending back, ‘Yes I saw it. Thanks. Good idea. And yeah, we had a good time. A few hiccups, but I handled it.’

‘Hiccups? Is everything alright?’

‘There was a small soon-to-be-Grandma fight, and Bruce Wayne peed on one of my plants, but that’s all.’

It took him longer to respond than usual, but then a confused, ‘Bruce Wayne? The Batman alter ego,’ came through. You laughed and snuggled deeper into your cushions.

‘Nicole’s dog has a solemn looking face and very pointy little ears that make him look like Batman, hence the name. Gotta admit, I’m a little surprised you knew that name of the top of your head, or did you Google it,’ you teased.

‘Genji told me. He says hello,’ Hanzo admitted.

Half a second later Hanzo was calling you. “Um, yeah,” you said into the receiver.

“I told you she would pick up,” Genji said, sounding as if he were straining.

“And I asked you not to call her,” you barely heard Hanzo say. “It is late, and she has had a long day.”

“Well then maybe you should not have texted her,” Genji replied jokingly.

“That is different,” Hanzo griped. It was nice to hear them acting like normal brothers.

“What is going on,” you asked as a smile crossed your face.

“I stole Hanzo’s phone so I could talk to you,” Genji explained, “and now he is trying to get it back, but I am faster.”

There was a slew of angry Japanese that made Genji burst out laughing. “That sounds like a dangerous game you’re playing, Genji,” you giggled. “Was there a reason you called, or are you just torturing your big bro.”

“Meh, a little of column A, a little of column B,” he replied.

“Perhaps I should just call Mercy as retaliation,” you heard Hanzo say in a voice so devious you had to add a dramatic gasp to the conversation.

“WHAT,” Genji yelped, “and when did – how did you get my phone?!”

“I always took my stealth studies more seriously than you did, brother,” Hanzo chuckled.

“Damn it,” Genji said defeatedly, “okay, fine, I will give it back, but before I do, I wanted to invite your lovely friend here to a party I am having next week. Everyone at Overwatch adored you, and we would love to have you there if that would not be too awkward.”

“You want to invite me,” you clarified.

“But of course,” Genji all but sang. “It is just a casual little thing for a few friends I throw every year. Hanzo made it sound like you could use a night out, maybe one that involves less Grandmothers – no offense to your baby shower guests.”

“Just how much did Hanzo tell you,” you asked, feigning skepticism.

“I am nosy,” Genji said flatly.

“Indeed you are,” Hanzo barked.

“So will you come? I promise it will be a good time.” It sounded like the younger Shimada was almost begging you to join them.

“No funny business,” you asked apprehensively.

“Not at all.”

“And I won’t have to worry about people looking down their noses at me?”

“If anyone does I will show them the door,” Genji said.

“And you know I’m not coming as your brother’s date,” you said, a bit quieter.

“Yes, I know,” he replied, less excitement in his voice.

“Well . . . alright, I’ll come,” you agreed, not entirely sure this was a good idea considering how much you were already pining over Hanzo.

“That is fantastic news,” Genji said, “the others will be delighted to – Hey! Hanzo! I was not done with that!”

“Pardon the interruption,” Hanzo said, noises coming through the earpiece that sounded like he was holding his brother away with his other arm, “but you really do not have to come if you do not wish to. Do not let my brother pester you into joining us.”

“I don’t mind,” you said honestly, “it would be nice to see Lena and the others again.”

“There will be liquor,” Hanzo hinted, “not that I need to partake but – ”

“Why is liquor a problem,” Genji asked.

Hanzo sighed deeply. “She does not want to be around me when I drink after that night I hurt her.”

“That,” Genji started, then took a long pause. “Well, to be candid that is a very rational decision, and I approve of her looking out for herself.”

“As do I,” Hanzo agreed.

“I can still hardly believe you ruined such a good thing,” Genji lamented.

“Do not start with me tonight,” Hanzo groaned, “please? I assure you I cannot feel any worse than I already do. Just seeing her makes me – ”

“Ahem,” you said loudly, “I’m still here, you know.”

“Sorry,” the two brothers said simultaneously.

“Look, I don’t have to come to this shindig of yours if it’s going to complicate things. I’m fine,” you said with a shrug.

“No,” Hanzo said gingerly, “if you would like to come, that would be lovely. I do not need to drink that night.”

“I don’t mean to spoil your fun or anything,” you said awkwardly. You suddenly felt like a controlling girlfriend, only you weren’t his girlfriend. But you were just trying to look out for yourself . . .

“You are not ruining anything,” Hanzo said kindly, “just the opposite, in fact. Come, enjoy yourself, and I promise I will not drink. I believe it will likely be good for me to prove to myself that I can be out with some coworkers and not need a bevy of drinks to get through.”

While he didn’t sound entirely convinced in his ability to do so, you had to agree that it might be a good step for him to take. “Alright, I’ll still come. If you’re sure you don’t mind, that is.”

“Not at all,” Hanzo said, “I will let you know the details when Genji finally decides on a theme.”

“Oh yeah,” Genji yelled, “it is a costume party, but you do not have to get too into it if you do not want to.”

“Good to know,” you laughed, “tell your goofy brother thanks for the invite, but I should start winding down for the night.”

“I will. Goodnight, my beau- ” He caught himself and coughed in embarrassment. “G-goodnight.”

He hung up before you could respond, making you wince. “Fu-uh-uh-uh-ck,” you wailed, smacking yourself in the forehead. “I really, really, really wish I didn’t still want to be his god-damned beauty.” Tears began to sting your eyes, and you weren’t sure they had formed out of anger, or longing.

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11.23.22

yes, yes, the halloween job was as cool as I wanted it to be. It brought up some very dangerous reminders of a certain very dangerous person, and in the form of a new much-more-dangerous person. But since the job has ended, I’ve remained pretty out of touch, and their favoritism toward me has left my field of vision. 

other than that though, the job was all around wonderful. Great people and a pretty easy job. I haven’t experienced horrendous physical effects of dire financial stress in almost two months, and my hips are loving the new stretch I found about two weeks ago. 

all around, not too bad. 

i’ve opted out of christmas gift exchange this year, and although few people are actually choosing to respect that, the mental stress of the holidays has been the biggest weight off my shoulders this time of year since elementary school. So that’s a bit funny of an experience, not one im sure whether I like yet or not.

I am, at this moment, not doing bad. The job kept me just busy enough, just exhausted enough, made me just enough money, that i’m sat at pretty much the perfect spot I could be in. 

Trying to mingle back into my online friends has proved a bit more unnatural than I had expected, since i’d distanced myself pretty much completely since I had that job. getting a new job, I knew something would give. I felt lucky enough that what was sacrificed didnt impact my physical well-being as what uually does, but the mental anguish did take some toll. its all about that **human connection** nonsense. calling it nonsense, is nonsense. I like my friends. I like them so much, actually. 

I’m having a hard time accepting that i’m their friend too. ya know, the whole fear of perception and rejection dysphoria, thing. it’s not the end of the world if they know what i sound like, right? it cant be. i dont know. its so much easier when im a green name on a screen, versus a voice that i hate to hear anyway, let alone the pictures i sometimes want to send, because they’re my friends and i want to share my life with them, but im too terrified to share myself with them.

they’re my friends, they like who they know i am, who ive chosen to show them. they wouldnt hate me if we met in real life. they care about me, at least my well-being, at least on some surface level. they probably care about me more than most close friends i’ve known in real life. still it took three weeks to ask over my disappearance, but i know thats my dumb brain doing its dumb things.

well, sure i didnt talk to my friends for over a month. sure, im still not quite back into the routine i had before to talk to them everyday, but i do think about them, and i care for them, and i always hope their days are better than mine. because they deserve as much, they’re such wonderful people.

anyway, since the job only lasted five weeks, and i was only working about 25 hours those weeks, the energy i took from seeing my friends somehow managed to be enough. I still slept pretty good, I ate pretty much fine. I showered just as often, if not more. and it got me a bit active, which i hadnt realized was as bad as it was. the scarring on my feet is not going away any time soon. 

and i can afford groceries, have I mentioned that? I bought groceries for the last time in like,, eight months?? something like that. it’s nice, ive even bought myself underwear. havent bought myself underwear since high school. 

happy thanksgiving, if you celebrate it. if not, good. the food sucks, and obv its a terrible holiday anyway. thanks for listening. thanks for being here. shoutout to my internet besties, yall keep me going. you make me feel like i can belong somewhere. thank you <33 -rcp

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who?: Wanna One’s Lai Guanlin 

genre: 🌸 

type: scenario 

word count: 2.9K

TW: blood the ‘W1’ clan 

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vamp! AU 

Guanlin was dead even before you met him but maybe you brought him to life 

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“Are you sure you really, REALLY, can’t come? Please?” You begged, perching on the edge of your best friend’s bed, all dressed up in your Halloween costume. It was unusual for you to be so adamant about something, especially when it compromised on your friends’ health. Your actions sickened you to your stomach but the desperation was overpowering it. Yoo Seonho brushed his ruffed up hair out of his eyes, he was wrapped up in about twenty blankets yet he was still shivering - the fever was really eating him alive. His tired eyes met your own and you knew your answer. “I’m sorry Y/N. I’ll have to miss,” he croaked, throat sore from all the coughing. You nodded understandingly, sighing at your own stupidity. Seonho was already so sick yet you were being so insistent. The guilt washed over you like the way models washed their faces in facial cleansing commercials. “I’m sorry,” you apologised with sincerity. “I shouldn’t have pressured you so much.” Luckily, your best friend was a kind and forgiving type of guy. He brushed it off with a wave of his weak arm while muttering, “I know I know. You must feel outcasted now. I’m sorry about that. Never worry, my sickness will clear in a few days.” “How did you even get sick? I thought the supernatural never succumb to ‘minor illnesses you mortals suffer from’?” You teased, clasping his hand and running your thumb over it calmingly. Seonho was a vampire. A young vampire to be more specific. He was part of the 101, and a vampire who held a high rank and command despite being a juvenile - it scared some elders at times, really. Growing up with him, you had no qualms hanging out with a supernatural. In fact, you enjoyed basking in his presence more than some other humans. He kept you safe, cared for you and always made you feel warm. There were bound to be times when his powers were much more prominent. Like when a couple of families went on a ‘neighbourhood trip’ to the beach and he was the only kid sweating in his hoodie. At the time, he was too young to take potions of any sort, unlike his family who blended in like any other mortal. Regardless, you loved your best friend to death and beyond. Back to the present, you glanced at the clock and groaned when it read 6.26pm, it was nearly time for you to go. “Hey,” Seonho said, forcing a smile and showing off his gleaming fangs. “I guess some of us vampires do get affected but I’m sure this is something more -“ he paused to let out coughs. You quickly brought a glass of warm water sitting on his bedside table to his lips. “Thanks. Don’t worry bestie, I’ll be fine but I have to miss W1’s party, I’m sorry. You go have fun, okay? I’ll make sure my hyungs take good care of you.” Inhaling deeply, you let go of Seonho’s hand and stepped away from his bed. “Oh! By the way, I left your care pack over here.” You gestured to the bag that was packed with a pot of homemade soup, a bunch of cute sticky-notes which you hand wrote cute messages and you could never forget the packs of plasma juice in there. You did attempt to head to The Middleman - a popular blood bank among 101 members - but it was just too nauseating for a mere human, even if you grew up surrounded by vampires. Your ears picked up the sounds of the doorbell and the voice of a few people, mellow and low. “I’ll see you soon, Y/N. That must be Kenta hyung and Sanggyun hyung. My chick costume can wait another year,” Seonho whispered before his eyes fluttered shut. “Rest well. I’ll be back.” 

Takada Kenta and Kim Sanggyun seemed to be cheerful, lively friends of Seonho. You learned were in a subunit of 101 called JBJ, comprising of six members, the seventh was in discussion. “So, Y/N, what’s your costume for tonight?” Sanggyun asked, giving you a once over. He seemed to be dressed as…well, a stereotypical vampire, the kind you would see in movies Completed with a necktie and even dyed hair, your look for the night was inspired by BTS’ V from ‘Boy In Luv’. It was not the most obvious look though. Donghan scoffed teasingly. “Can’t you see. I’m sure it’s BTS Boy In Luv music video concept kind of thing,” he said, fanboy instincts kicking in. Donghan seemed to be rocking a half-face themed costume, there was a part of his face made up to look like muscular tissues. Hyunbin, who was seated in the front seat of the car looked up from his phone sulkily. “Donghan stole my costume idea.” “Yeah, you’re dressed as Joker and Taehyun hyung is Batman, be grateful. Uh, Yongguk is…a cat,” Kenta spoke up. “I guess I’m back to Teentop’s fanboy.” Kim Yongguk rearranged his cat ears hairband, frowning slightly. “Hyung, you never changed.” “Yah, guys, did you hear? Lai Guanlin flew in from Taiwan just for this party. I’m excited to see him again,” Noh Taehyun mentioned, turning the car around a corner and stopping outside a huge house. Correction: a mansion. 101 headquarters were no joke, you gaped in awe of the building that was filling up with guests and bursting with life. “Wanna One, the highest ranked members and pretty much the ones that get our shit together live here,” Hyunbin stated, sipping from a box of plasma fruit juice. “Take care of Y/N, guys. We need to look out for them.” “Lai Guanlin’s back, I’m sure everyone must be rejoicing. I need to get my Supreme hoodie back from him,” Sanggyun piped up, tossing his plasma juice box into the trash can as the seven of you stepped into the driveway. Lai Guanlin? “Oh! Y/N, Guanlin performed Boy In Luv at his high school showcase in Taiwan. He would know your costume for sure.” Yongguk led the way to the main door, pushing it open. You gulped, feeling the beads of sweat already starting to form in eagerness to meet whoever your new friends were talking about, partially the anxiety of entering your first Halloween party without Seonho. 

Lai Guanlin was not someone to blend into the crowd and his own party was no exception. He stuck out from the sea of faces like a model, like a handsome prince among common folk. He was the youngest of the Wanna One clique, however, he was definitely not one you would want to overlook. Guanlin looked menacing, eyes burning with flames deep within but in reality, he was probably one of the nicest vampires to ever live. Also one of the most powerful. It radiated from him, he was surrounded by an aura that made you want to hang your head, it was just too domineering. You tried to smile as you greeted him, just like the JBJ vamps, but they were his friends and you were a complete stranger. Better still, there was no vampire genetics coursing through your veins. Great, you thought anxiously. I stick out like a sore thumb. “Guanlin, please introduce yourself to new guests too,” Jisung instructed in a caring, motherly tone. His costume looked like an official Superman outfit he probably spent an arm and leg on. Guanlin held out a hand for you to shake, showing off his polished fangs and blood-red lips. “Hello, I’m Guanlin.” The deepness of his raspy voice sent shivers down your spine. Despite how scary he seemed, the fire that lined his eyes was one that only aimed to provide warmth on a cold day. You wanted to hold onto his soft palms forever even if they read a temperature much lower than your own - though, you had gotten used to the colder skin after the many years of clinging onto Seonho - and even if his longer, sharper nails did dig into your thin skin a little. Speaking of thin skin, Guanlin’s heightened sense of smell plucked out your scent from the hundreds of different fragrances, meaning he could also identify the sweet blood of yours. It was a real pain to prevent his eyes from glowing lucid red. “Here,” Jihoon hissed, slipping him a packet of plasma fruit. “Control yourself.” Guanlin nodded, although it was hard to take his hyung seriously when Jihoon was dressed in a pink sausage costume. He was the one who decided the duo needed to take their friendship to the next level. Guanlin was unsure as to whether Woojin and Jihoon were strengthening their bond or tearing it apart. “We’ll see you guys around. I think I see Jonghyun hyung over there.” Hyunbin started in the direction of the older boy whom he was very fond of. The rest of his friends began to head the same way, spotting some of their friends. “Hey V,” Guanlin called out just before you followed your group. “I like your costume.” His lips curved into a smirk as he brought the straw of the juice box closer to them. They seemed plush and velvety, almost beckoning for you to kiss them. But under it’s welcoming exterior disguised a set of lethal fangs you knew you needed to watch out for. 

Illuminated jack-o-lanterns lined the edge of the deserted balcony in a more quiet area of the Wanna One mansion. Chirps of crickets filled the silence, it sounded like a melody to you, to keep you in check, to make sure you were not drunk on soda. The whole evening, you had felt like extra baggage accompanying the boys, like an unneeded third-wheel. You introduced yourself to a handful of their friends but it was awkward being one of the only humans in that space. A human with few supernatural connections, unlike the rest. Sure, Kim Chungha and Choi Yoojung did their best to make you feel more welcomed but the fish out of the water feeling stuck to you like glue. So, finding the most believable excuse you could muster, you slipped off to the balcony to enjoy the night view peacefully, sipping ‘eyeball punch’ from your solo cup. Guess tonight really is a solo night. It’s so different without Seonho around. I hope he’s feeling better. Seonho was not the only person who plagued your mind in that moment, a Wanna One vampire by the name of Guanlin also occupied a significant amount of your thoughts. He was just so handsome, so charming, so intriguing. You desired to learn more about the mysterious vampire yet you were too afraid. Oh goodness, cue eye roll at your ridiculous thoughts. You were just sharing drinks with I.O.I vampires and you’re worried about others? Get yourself together, they’re all the same, no one can harm you. Autumn winds brushed by your sensitive skin, the cold cutting through even the fabric of your long sleeved button down. Yes, you were shuddering slightly but it was not enough to blow you back to the party scene. “The moon’s out tonight.” whatagoodconversationstarter A husky voice muttered, it’s owner moving to stand beside you, pressing his hands on the railings. Your heart began to beat faster, pumping more blood around your circulatory system - probably a bad idea around supernatural creatures. However, Guanlin was more in control than you thought, he had an array of powers mastered. “Um, yeah. It is,” your reply was barely audible to human ears but Guanlin heard your words crystal clear.  [ stan CLC you will never regret ] “You’re friends with Yoo Seonho, aren’t you?” He shifted in his spot, still looking up to the pitch black night sky. “Yeah, best friends.” You fought hard to keep your cool, ignoring the redness that filtered to your face and the irregular thumping of your heart. Guanlin let out a chuckle, bringing his cup to his lips for a sip of whatever his choice drink was. “Ahh, his heart is like a reed but we have a blood brother bond.” A smile appeared on your face just thinking about Seonho’s hobby of collecting hyungs. “I heard he’s targeting Hwang Minhyun now. He clings to me in school but right after, I know he’s bugging Minhyun,” you tell Guanlin and the two of you have a good laugh over it. After, a comforting silence fills the gap between both your figures. “Here,” Guanlin says as he shrugs off his suit jacket and drapes it over your shoulders. When you meet his eyes, mouth agape, he flushes pink. “I uh, noticed you were shivering quite a bit.” It was true. You could not tell if your face was coloured from the cold or if it was just you acting up around him. “No! Wouldn’t you be freezing?” You blurt out without giving it much thought. Your words elicit an amused laugh from the supernaturally handsome boy. “You’re so cute you know.” Ah yes, my embarrassment must be pretty freaking adorable. “Don’t worry about me. I thrive in the cold, it’s fine,” Guanlin assured, taking a step closer to you. “What’s your costume anyway?” His outfit was one that posed difficulty to decipher. It looked like he lived in suits, he should, he carried them well. “I’m dressed as Wooseok hyung from Pentagon,” he declared proudly, beaming like a true fanboy. “Why are you out here? The party is downstairs.” “Needed some air. It isn’t easy being one of the few without supernatural traits down there,” you revealed the simple reason. “Oh.” He took a step away from you, exhaling sharply while squeezing his eyes shut. “Sorry then.” “No! I-It’s fine! I’m okay!” You added urgently, a dreadful feeling bubbling in the pit of your stomach. “That’s not what I meant! I-I-“ To your surprise, the vampire just laughed and slipped closer, elbows nearly brushing. “I know, I know. It isn’t easy being around us but if you can put up with Seonho, I’m sure you can deal with me,” he joked, pointing out Seonho’s unquenchable thirst. “Oh come on, give him a break he’s just a child. But, he does finish an entire carton comprising of 24 boxes of plasma fruit juice whenever I’m around.” It was fun teasing your best friend with his blood bonded brother when he was absent. You just prayed he would not find out. Guanlin nearly doubled over in laughter, it was clearly his first time of hearing the extent of Seonho’s habits, they probably came as a shock as one box of plasma fruit juice was enough to keep a vampire full for at least a few hours “I don’t blame him though,” he mused, almost cautiously. You reached to tuck a stray lock of your hair behind your ear, exposing more of your prominent collarbones - again, probably a terrible idea in front of a creature that feasted on the substance flowing under your paper-thin skin. You did not realise Guanlin’s eyes starting to tint red, how he gripped the railing until his knuckles paled, or how he swallowed hard and tried not to allow his gaze to linger on your neck. He cleared his throat and took another swig of his drink. To him, you were a gift delivered right to his doorstep, especially with his jacket on you. You were sweet, funny and accepting, he was really drawn to you, as a person and not just because you had something he depended on for survival. Guanlin’s tongue swiped over his bottom lip, he was sick of plasma fruit juice but he would never drink from his friends. Besides, he liked the colour coordinated straws that blood bags from The Middleman came with. “Oh? Why don’t you?” Your honey-coated voice drew him out of whatever trance he was in. He hummed in response, changing his posture to lean his back against the railing such that your eyes had to lock. The vivid supernatural glow that bore into your eyes caused your breath to catch in your throat. “Because, sweetheart.” Every syllable that fell from his lips made butterflies roar to life inside of you. Sweetheart - such a loving term - was no exception. Additionally, there was no escaping his alluring scrutiny, redness underlying his orbs but you knew he had himself in check. “You,” he paused to draw closer, such that only your ears could hear his whispers. “are absolutely delicious.” With a smug smile tugging at his lips, Guanlin spun away, raising his glass for a toast before slipping back into the room. You were stunned that he left you so abruptly and so flustered, the feeling of his mouth pressed to your earlobes still very fresh. His pointy fangs hardly caressed them but they were very real, and very close to you indeed. It annoyed you that Guanlin had just disappeared like that but unbeknownst to you, if he stayed just a couple of seconds longer, you would have become his next snack. After that ‘incident’, that particular Pentagon fan was on your mind. You also really had to return his suit jacket, the material most likely cost your entire life savings. He wouldn’t have really bit me? Would he? Thoughts like those raced through your mind as you scoured the mansion for Guanlin. There was no way you were leaving the party without knowing if he would. You figured like any other vampire, instinct would probably overpower them and they would dip their fingers to have a taste, a nibble. Rumour has it that he has a lethal pair of fangs, one of the keenest. What if he actually did feed on me? Would it sting like hell? No worries though, if it was you, Guanlin would not hesitate if he got consent. He would bite, but for you, very gently, painless like a minuscule needle prick.

[createdbyangels]

Sassy is FIVE!

Welp, the girl child turned 5.  It was almost a month ago but she is still, as of today, telling people several times a week that she had a birthday and is five now.  So it’s still news around here.

Here was my FB post on her birthday:

Five. I told a friend today that five feels so much like "big kid" 😭 This is the year we send her off to kindergarten. I just can't. Not pictured...shopping as Elsa to pick out presents from Grandma and Papa ("I think everyone will think there is a REAL princess here"). She looked at EVERY ITEM on the shelves. (I HATE shopping, guys) A sprinkle doughnut, painting a little Elsa jewelry box with friends, park time, more friend time at home (she was stoked to have her friends with us all day!!), the library, a movie, pepperoni pizza and daddy found the moon in the telescope before she went to bed! And Corbin came down early this morning to make sure we had put balloons on her chair and to write her a note ("Happy birthday Savannah!!! I will do the silverware for you" 😍😍) He did her part of unloading the dishwasher for her. On this day 5 years ago one of my first questions after she FINALLY joined us in the delivery room was, "Definitely a girl??" Yup. Definitely. And definitely MY girl. Happy birthday my Savannah. We are all on our toes with you around and we wouldn't want it any other way.

Savannah’s personality is SO BIG.  I often find myself telling people while we are out, “She’s a lot” with a sigh or an eye roll.  Mostly because she is twirling and being loud or roaming around or just absolutely not listening to me.  Corbin was so compliant.  Don’t get me wrong, he can be very difficult, but when we are out he follows the rules, stays close to me and doesn’t cause a ruckus.  Today in Kohl’s, Savannah lagged behind, sat on a giant sloth plush toy while I walked away, yelled, “NO!” at least twice, climbed up on the base of a mannequin while asking why "That lady doesn’t have a head?!” and continued reading a book across the checkout line while I called no few than 5 times for her to come back over to me.  And that was AFTER the incident earlier in the day when we got home and she threw such a massive fit because I didn’t wait for her to check the mail (she came inside and took off her coat and shoes KNOWING we were about to walk to the mailbox) that she stomped outside to the edge of the street and SCREAMED, “I DON’T LIKE YOU!!!” for the whole neighborhood to hear.  And then went in the bathroom and unrolled the rest of the toilet paper on to the ground “because she was mad”.  (She spent QUITE a while learning how one cleans up TP that has been unrolled from the roll....)  So yeah.  She’s A LOT.

But.  I’ve been reading a lot about how the words you use to describe your children has such a massive impact on them.  I’ve always known that.  In my brain.  But my heart is taking notice.  I don’t want her to think that she is too much for us to handle or is a nuisance.  He massive personality is going to be one of her biggest strengths.  It is our job to help her learn how to reign it in when necessary.  But also to encourage her to be herself.  Not mentioned above is how she delighted the couple ahead of us in line at Kohl’s by telling them, “I just had my birthday and I’m 5!” as they told me about their spunky kid who is now 25.  Or how in Food Lion the other day she, unprompted, told an employee at the check out, “I love your skirt”  She is unfiltered.  Which means, at 5, we get the inappropriate right along with the sweet, beautiful and hilarious.  Hopefully the filter will come. But I also have zero concerns that she will be bullied or taken advantage of. She won’t have any of that now and I’m certain she won’t have any of that ever.  It took me about 27 years to find that voice.  I hope she doesn’t lose that voice.  

So.  Moving on to more facts about Sassy (aka Van Van, aka Sassums, aka Van Van Q-zles”, she is in Ms. LaShauna’s 4 year old preschool class at APPLESeeds preschool.  This is her last year there - kindergarten starts in July 2020!  I can’t believe it.  She does Kidokinetics this year again (this year it’s Mondays...she stays an extra 45 minutes after school ends and does a sports related activity with Coach John)  A friend who observed her after school one day called her “The Mayor of preschool” .... it’s hilarious because it’s true.  There are kids from 2-5 in this preschool and since she started at 2, kids of all ages have known her.  I know that, at 2, that is likely because her name was ALWAYS being called for some reason 😂  And is probably still somewhat the case now.  But she is also just very social and loves to talk to everyone in her presence. So on this particular day apparently several (a lot) of the kids and parents who walked by her that afternoon (she was staying for Kidokinetics so I wasn’t there) said goodbye to her by name.  She has also developed a habit of calling someone in each of her circles “bestie” (there is one at gymnastics and at least one at preschool) .It’s so funny to hear things like that out of her mouth.  She sounds like a teenager and it’s weird.  

She just finished her 2nd season in soccer and is actually pretty good.  She scored at least one goal in nearly every game.  She shockingly also loved the social aspect of the whole experience. I take her to Sonshine Gymnastics Tuesday mornings for an hour of gymnastics.  She wanted to go back after doing dance last year.  She likes them both but has gotten really into gymnastics again.  It will be interesting to figure out how we are going to do an activity for both kids once she is in school and her things also have to become after school activities.  We’ll cross that bridge once we come to it.

Her favorite colors are pink and purple, she loves to watch Fancy Nancy, T.O.T.S., Puppy Dog Pals, Disney movies and recently, this slightly annoying show on Netflix called Masha and the Bear (which also has a few spin offs).  There are worse things.  She LOVES movies and we’ve see a ton considering her age.  She can sit through a movie better than Corbin can at this point.  Especially if she also has popcorn and M&Ms.

Favorite foods are pretty standard - mac and cheese, grilled cheese, fruit,  But she is also a great eater when it comes to veggies - she loves avocado, broccoli, sweet potatoes, carrots and ranch and spinach.  She does NOT love several of the meals I make right now - mostly to be difficult I think.  She complains when I make chicken .. (have you met me...we only eat chicken and turkey around here) but loves mashed potatoes and generally loves the veggie.  Except peas.  She doesn’t like peas.  Or beans for that matter.  She can THROW DOWN on some sweets.  Gets that honestly.

She gets motion sickness in the car if she reads/colors, gets super dizzy when she spins, isn’t afraid of heights or most anything dare-devil like, loves board games and card games, is super at playing pretend and loves to put on shows for us that involve singing and dancing routines.

For all my comments about how she is a lot (she IS a lot) I honestly don’t know what I’d do with a mild mannered girl.  We are both passionate and we get each other.  Even though sometimes (a lot of times) that involves screaming or being super frustrated).  It’s always cliche’ but I genuinely can’t believe she is 5.  We have 2 big kids.  And in 8 months we’ll have 2 ELEMENTARY kids.  Sometimes I feel like I’m counting the minutes until she is in school full time but I also recognize that we only have a little bit of full time left together.  And the sadness about how big she is (how big both of them are) is very real.  But, all part of life.  Onward to the year of five!

Princess pancake breakfast at Mason Jar Tavern

Day at the NC State Fair

Her 3s preschool teacher Ms. Beth

(Out of order/Holly Fest and Halloween)

Amtrak ride to Durham

Fairy garden party

Sharing sweet potato fries with mommy

3 Bears Acres for mommy’s birthday

Stuck a pebble in her ear at camp...had to go to the dr to have it removed

First time having a friend sleep over

Myrtle Beach

Spent her birdthday with Jonah and Farrah

Corbin made her a shrink ray worker (after not letting her go anywhere near his homemade shrink ray for a long time)

Corbin wrote her a birthday note saying he would unload the silverware for her (that is her AM chore)

Crazy Glaze for her bday activity

Scarecrow at school

Fuquay festival

[cascadiareigns-blog]

Barter Faire/Okanogan Family Fair

I feel like I am just now able to steal enough time to sit and write. So, Barter Faire!! For those who aren’t quite sure what it is: The Okanogan Family Fair is a gathering that was started by some rural hippie farmers in the 70′s as a way to trade homemade and harvested goods at the end of the growing season. It eventually got so big they bought their own land to have it on and it has turned into a family festival (http://www.okanoganfamilyfaire.net/). It has been something that I have heard whispered in my circle of beautiful feral people for about 6 years now. It is on many people in my community’s must attend list along side Subdued Stringband Jamboree, Meltdown, Folklife, Hempfest, Deming Logshow, Rainbow Family Gathering etc. I have always wanted to attend and I have tried on a few occasions but it never ended up happening. But as some of you may have experience the universe has a way of growing the seeds you plant as intentions, only when you stop forcing and let it be. I felt really stuck in life like I wasn’t moving in the direction I wanted too anymore, and that my ideal life/self was not any closer. This last year I had a lot of frustration, anxiety, and depression about this and it was sort of debilitating. One of my best friends came this summer from her homestead in remote AK, and she told me in one of our talks about how I was feeling, “Why don’t you just start living like you want to? Doing the things you can right now to live like you want?”. It seems obvious, I know. But I think I just needed to hear it from someone I loved. I felt something shift in me, and I began creating and haven’t stopped since. I learned to can and bake this summer, have been crocheting, preserving foods left and right. It has felt so good! I never had any intention of attending barter fair this year. I was crafting with the intention of attending the quarterly handmade/homegrown barter event in Bellingham (https://www.facebook.com/groups/1332234776791417/). Which is another barter event I have been wanting to go to for a very long time. People kept asking me if I was planning on going to THE barter fair and I kept saying no. Then it hit me... Why the hell not!? So with a couple weeks notice I got the time off work ( I work weekends) and I crafted and canned and baked my little heart out. We should have left Friday after K got off work, but we left Sat morning. I woke up at 5am to make breakfast sandwiches and pack up Bitchin’ Minni ( our beast of a minivan). K always likes to tell me I over pack, but I AM ON POINT. We used everything I packed and it was comfortable. He went to pick up one of our besties M, while I packed.We went over highway 20 and got to Tonasket, WA in a mere 6.5 hrs ( The gps quoted us 4...!?!?). We didn’t get the address of the actual gathering so we got to Tonasket and asked people at a gas station. They said, “7/8 miles west on 20″. So there we went. K HATES to go anywhere without a set address or directions, and I am of the “let the universe guide us” foo foo. So he immediately started worrying and getting antsy. SInce he was our generous driver I told him to drive as long as he felt comfortable, then turn around to go back to town to find more concrete information. At the point where I was about to strangle him and he said ok Im turning around he turned left to do so and THERE IT WAS. We turned right up the road to the fair. Divine guidance ya’ll ;) We got there and realized it was COLD. I had packed in anticipation of this, and all the snow we saw on the way told us it was coming. But jeez it was cold. We got there and layered the F up. It was already 11am so after exploring a bit we realized we needed to find a family friendly place to camp and K realized he needed to do his run. So he did that and M and I and the kids went to find a good spot and we did. Another divine gift. We found a very large spot right next to “town” and our neighbors told us that a lady had been chasing people away from it all day, but we figured we would set up anyway and talk to her if she came to shoo us. We got enough room to have the van, two tents, our trading table, our fire pit, and chairs. Perfect :) The lady did end up showing just to tell us she had been saving that spot for her friends RV but their friend just canceled when we showed up. She had saved it for us with out even knowing it! This lady and I did multiple trades and it turns out she knew many mutual friends of ours. Our other camp neighbors ended up being folks who live on the same community property as our good friend in Bellingham, and we actually spent Halloween with them. All in all in was a really amazing experience.It was something that I had wanted in my life for a long time. I really believe that incorporating handmade goods and barter into my life can help make a difference. I going to get a little real here so feel free to bow out if you don’t like anti-establishment sentiments or curse words. Why barter? Because fuck the man. Fuck taxes. Fuck consumerism. I want to have less stuff of more quality. I want to trade and say fuck money and fuck capitalism. And when I do give away my money I want to give it to real people, not throw it into the economic abyss and hope some pennies trickle down to my neighbors. I want to drink illegal milk and eat illegal eggs and sell illegal food because fuck the FDA. I want to build community and love people because fuck isolating technology. I want to build a world that I dream up for my kids and their friends, because fuck the oppressive system and culture that keeps us from it. Whew okay I’m done. But really, The Man eats money. Stop giving The Man your money. If you want to make a little bit of a difference you don’t have to light up a J and slap an ANTIFA patch on. I know so many regular joes joining the barter movement because IT FEELS GOOD. Put energy into your craft and put it out there, take the baby steps every day to build your dream life, think about how your actions and your consumption effect others and our environment.

Thanks for letting me share with you,

Cascadia

PS  I keep trying to insert pictures with my words but I can’t figure out how the heck to do it. You can see what pictures I took if you follow me on Facebook. 

[authorracheljoy]

100 Followers!! WTF!!

Hey, so I finally managed to hit 100 followers here on Tumblr! Just HOW did that happen O.O Seriously WHAT?! Anyway, to celebrate this first milestone, I thought it’d be cool and justified to do 100 facts about myself ;) Sorry if some of ‘em suck! Thanks for everything, guys <3

1.) Name Rachel  

2.) Where are you from? Chandler, Arizona ^^

3.) How old are you? 21!

4.) Do you have any siblings? Yes! I have an older brother, Matt, and an older sister, Sarah :)

5.) Pets? I currently just have a 7yo boxer-lab mix named Honey ^^

6.) Describe yourself Urghh not good at that at ALL! XD Nope, not gonna do this! ;-; I don’t feel like bringing myself down any more than others have…

7.) What do you do for fun? Write, read, watch/obsess over Gravity Falls, & listen to music!

8.) Do you have a job? What do you do? I do NOT have a job ;-; Unfortunately…

9.) Have you had other jobs? Nah

10.) What’s your favorite memory? Can’t think of a specific thing! D:

11.) What is one thing you regret? Ruining friendships by being too clingy ;-; Definitely…

12.) What is one thing you wish you would’ve done, but didn’t? Repaired broken friendships… It’s not like I truly regret that, but… yeah :/

13.) One thing about yourself you wish you could change My shyness/awkwardness aaand my acne-prone face! :P

14.) What do you love about yourself? Mmmm my willingness to adapt and try to help others~

15.) Who inspires you? No one in particular, sorry :/

16.) Do you collect anything? Snowglobes!

17.) Do you have any fears? Plenty! Fear of heights, drowning, spiders and living alone for the rest of my life – to name a few :3

18.) Is there anything that annoys you about your job? Don’t have a job -_-

19.) Can you tell us a secret about yourself? Ohgosh… Uhm… What do you guys not know? Oh! My first dealing with ships began with Avatar: The Last Airbender (first I was Kataang then I was Zutara… now I don’t know what I am XD)  not really a secret!

20.) How about another secret? :) WHY?! Frick…hold up… Ehh I’m pretty much an open book, guys ;-; I’m not THAT interesting either…

21.) Favorite band? Hrmm it’s a 3-way-tie between OneRepublic, Imagine Dragons & Panic! At the Disco <3

22.) What music are you currently listening to? Gravity Falls OST ;3

23.) Do you have a favorite song? Ughh it literally changes every day! XD

24.) Do you have a favorite movie? Hmmm I don’t watch too many movies :3

25.) What’s your favorite color? BLUE, first and foremost, but I also love red, purple, and black~

26.) What’s your favorite place you’ve ever been to? Mmm I really REALLY liked New York… But Boston’s pretty sweet too ;)

27.) Ever broken a promise? I try not to, but I’m sure I have…at some point…

28.) Do you have a favorite book? Mmmmm! Maybe XD Like music, that changes at LEAST monthly! XP

29.) What’s your favorite school subject? English! Followed by Science! ;3

30.) Least favorite school subject? Math! Oh, and P.E. (if that counts XD)

31.) What’s your favorite food? Honestly, anything Italian! ;) Oh yeah, and potatoes! ^^

32.) How about least favorite food? Hmmm….

33.) What’s your favorite Holiday? Halloween, but Christmas is a CLOSE second! ^^

34.) What makes you mad? People that purposefully ignore me… but maybe that makes me more insecure and not necessarily mad… huh… I’ll get back to you on that one!

35.) What makes you happy? Chatting with friends and listening to music ^^ <3

36.) Do you have a favorite scent? Mmm apple cinnamon comes pretty close ;D

38.) Do you have a favorite TV show? Not right now!

39.) Can you share an extremely embarrassing moment? You mean every moment of my life – specifically my childhood? Can’t choose!

40.) When is a time you were extremely irritated? VERY recently ;-;

41.) Is there anybody you hate? I honestly don’t hate anybody. If you hate me, I don’t think I’ll be able to reciprocate. I might not talk to you for an honest amount of time, but I would never hate you ;-; It’s always temporary…

42.) What do you look for in a person? Ehh I’m not too picky (other than status in a relationship) but humor plays a big role ;)

43.) How’s the weather? HOT!

44.) Are you currently in school? Yup! Online college ;)

45.) What is your goal in life? Honestly… I want someone who accepts me in all of my awkwardness/shyness and loves me even when I’m lazy or moody :3 I also want to be a successful writer, and that dream’s very slowly becoming a reality ;)

46.) Is there something you should be doing, but keep putting off? Creating a book trailer for a friend of mine :D

47.) Ever been to a concert? Yeahh but it was mainly when I was younger ;-; Nowadays, I wouldn’t be able to afford it…

48.) What was the last movie you saw in theater? Wonder Woman! ^^

49.) What was the last book you read? Lexicon by Max Barry! :3

50.) What is your favorite season? Autumn~

51.) Do you prefer it to be hot or cold? Honestly, hot :P As much as I complain about the heat in AZ, I’m too much of a native here to stand the harsh cold up north ;-;

52.) Do you prefer the sun, the rain, or snow? I like sun and rain, but prefer RAIN~ ^^

53.) If you could go anywhere, where would you go? Currently, anywhere but here >.>

54.) Any current travel plans? Planning a trip to Oregon next year with one of my besties :D

55.) Do you prefer day or night? NIGHT! ^^

56.) Are you an introvert or extrovert? Hardcore introvert~

57.) What is something not many people know about you? I was a cheerleader back in elementary school ;-; Does that… count??

58.) Where are you right now? My room. Why?

59.) Look in front of you. What do you see? My computer :/ *shrugs*

60.) If you could meet one person, alive or dead, who would it be? Any of my online friends, honestly. Or Alex Hirsh. Or Shakespeare. Yeahhh…

61.) Would you rather look into your future, or fix something from your past? Look into my future :3 I wanna forget the past entirely ;-;

62.) If you could sit down with anyone in the world, and talk to them for an hour, who would you like to speak with? @mercurialsmile for sure <3

63.) What was the first CD you ever owned? Ohgod…Um… Probably a Kidz Bop CD? I think?

64.) What was the first CD you ever purchased with your own money? Also hard… happened forever ago… Probably an Imagine Dragons CD?

65.) If you own any Vinyls, which was your first? Don’t own any Vinyls

66.) How many CDs do you own? TOO MANY TO KEEP TRACK OF!! O.O

67.) What relaxes you? Music and talking to my closest friends :3

68.) Do you have any talents? Does being awkward count??

69.) If you could give yourself the ability to do anything, what would it be? The ability to stop being so stressed out all the time… :|

70.) Favorite candy? Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups!

71.) Is anything bothering you right now? Ehh something always seems to be :/

72.) Are you happy with where you are in life right now? Ehhhh I could stand to get a job and get my Dad’s overbearing presence off my back about it -_-

73.) Is there anyone you regret ever associating with? NEVER

74.) Do you have a favorite memory from your childhood? Plenty… Can’t name one specifically right now, tho ;-;

75.) What is your least favorite memory from your childhood. Falling at the local skating rink and hitting my head O.o

76.) Favorite memory of your parents? Whenever they don’t fight…

77.) Do you have a least favorite memory of your parents? Whenever they DO fight… which is often nowadays…

78.) How is your relationship with your parents? It’s… Look, I heavily love my parents. I depend on them. Sometimes they definitely get on my nerves, but I still care about them <3

79.) What’s your family like? Highstrung, at times D: Yeahh we might need serious counseling…

80.) Are you clean or messy? Kinda in the middle, and it depends on which aspect of my life we’re referring to! ;)

81.) What is your most recent purchase? A Tarot deck of cards for Gravity Falls, a bobblehead and a flashlight~

82.) What’s the most amount of money you’ve spent at once? $133 (I don’t have to say what it was for, right?? *begins to sweat*)

83.) What are you saving up for? Gravity Falls stuff!

84.) How much money do you have to your name currently? Wtf… If ya really want to know, my account says $181, which fucking sucks balls -_-

85.) Have you ever done anything last minute? Yah, all the time!

86.) What’s the furthest in advance you’ve planned something? At LEAST a year! :D

87.) Are you an introvert or Extrovert? But I already answered this ;-; Ehhh introvert! (again)

88.) What’s the latest you’ve ever been out of your house? 11pm

89.) Cats or Dogs? Both, but I’m more of a dog-person ;) Still adore cats, tho!

90.) How long have you gone without sleep? I don’t even know…

91.) What were you like as a child? Fucking too quiet!! -_-

92.) What do you miss from your childhood? My friends </3

93.) Do you have a favorite memory from work? Can’t have a memory if you don’t have a work to go to X’D

94.) What’s the scariest thing that’s ever happened to you? Having panic attacks are pretty horrifying D: I can’t breathe…

95.) What’s a bad habit that you have? Nervously awaiting texts/messages and always being naggy ;-;

96.) What are your plans for the summer? Try to get a job; try to survive the heat…yeah

97.) What was the last thing that made you happy? A gift arriving from my friend! ^^

98.) What was the last picture you took on your phone? A picture of my dog ;3

99.) Who was the last person you texted and why? Uhhh that would probably be my mom and she was checking if I was awake or not >.<

100.) Have a message for your followers? Thanks for putting up with my (at times) Tumblr spam! I never thought that in a mere month I’d reach this many followers O.O It’s almost UNREAL! Anyway, thanks so much for following me, and I hope you continue to ;D

[sincerelykarenjo]

Hello everyone! Hope you all had a wonderful weekend. As for me, I had a blast on Saturday when I went to Disneyland and California Adventure with my boyfriend. I absolutely LOVE Disneyland and have been more than 10 times this year already (but I really wish I can go almost every week). I love meeting the characters even though I still get kind of weird and awkward. I love the decorations, the shows, the parades and yeah I just LOVE  it there.  Oh and for some reason, Disney churros are just the BEST!!! Anyway, I thought I’d share some photos and highlights from Halloween at Disneyland.

We kind of woke up late and there was so much traffic getting out of the LA area. It took us almost an hour just to get to Disneyland. Sooo what do you do when you’re stuck in traffic?!?!? You selfie while you’re hair and make-up hasn’t melted off from the heat. (It’s mid October already and it still feels like summer here… I need my fall weather already!!!)

I was planning on Disney bounding as Princess Jasmine with this really fun skirt my friend made me, but I gained a little weight and the skirt was a bit too tight for comfort. Sooo I ended up just wearing the Princess Jasmine Minnie Ears, shirt and leggings.

There were so many people and it was so much hotter than I expected. We waited in line to get in for about 20 -30 mins. It was taking forever because they were taking pics of guests by the entrance. I wish they would have separate lines for Annual Pass holders so we can get in faster.

Waited 20 mins for this pic and I stood on the wrong side haha. I’m usually on the left side of my boyfriend when we take pics. It’s my good angle LOL.

My Autograph book is almost full… Oh and I’ve gotten hers multiple times too. LOL

Minnie and I are total besties!

  I love Pluto. He’s so fun. He had a purple Dracula collar for his Halloween costume, but you can’t really see.

First time meeting Jafar. He was telling all the guest to kiss his hands, but I didn’t want to lol. Instead I asked him to kiss mines and he did haha. He took forever signing my autograph book because he crossed out all the princesses.

Love seeing Mickey! I was surprised they didn’t have any photographers for the characters that day. Usually they do and at the very least Mickey would have one. One of the employees mentioned being understaffed, but when we headed to California Adventure the characters there had photographers. So weird and I really wanted to use my Photopass at Disneyland.

Donald Duck is the cutest ever and I love his costume! Every time I see him, he’s always so playful and fun. Not that the characters aren’t, but sometimes you get some that would just pose for the pics and not really interact. Donald always does!

Hugs for one of our favorite Disney Characters!!

I was not ready for this picture. See what happens when they don’t have photographers… I get awkward looking pics… But just look how adorable Donald is!!!

Yup Donald is always Number #1. He’s done this pose a few times with me.

Queen of Hearts is a lot of fun too. This is the second time I’ve taken pictures/interacted with her. She was telling the guests to bow/curtsy and when it was my turn, I did my best curtsy (sadly my boyfriend didn’t get to take a pic). She clapped and gave me a hug haha.

The last time I met Queen of Hearts was 5 years ago and I had on a Minnie Ears and she wanted me to take it off. That time she acted like she would step on it. Villains are definitely fun characters to meet at Disneyland. Cruella De Vil and Dr. Facilier are awesome too!

Goofy’s costume is so awesome!!!

Finally got to see Moana!!!! This was one of the highlights of that day. Been trying to get her for a while now and I always miss her or she’s not at the park when I’m there.

There was only one photographer taking pics by the castle… Usually there are about 2-3. Sooo boyfriend and I didn’t get to do our castle pic together.

Bye Disneyland!!!

Heading to California Adventure!

And for the first time ever, California Adventure got a Halloween makeover!

Donald has just the best costumes! Look at him at California Adventure! Sooo adorable.

Donald gave me a thumbs up for my outfit, so I of course I had to give him one too!

  I LOVE Donald!!! He’s sooo stinkin’ cute!

Of course I had to see Mickey and Minnie!

Cars Land had awesome Halloween decos. It was super crowded though and the boyfriend and I were getting tired already so we only walked around for a bit.

How cool are these cones right here!?!?

Stopped by to my favorite sisters, Anna and Elsa, before calling it a night and going home. We were only there for 7ish hours, but it was so tiring.

Bye California Adventure!!!!

Wanted to take a pic over here but the line was sooo long… Maybe next time.

Are any of you Disney addicts? Any Disneyland Annual Pass Holders? My boyfriend is getting sick of Disneyland already, but he still goes. LOL. He does have a limit. The usual is 4-5 hours and one park a day, but he made an exception for this trip since I wanted to see Halloween in both parks. Best boyfriend everrrr!

Well that’s my Halloween trip to Disneyland and California Adventure. Hope you enjoyed this post.

Sincere Karen Jo

  Halloween at Disneyland Hello everyone! Hope you all had a wonderful weekend. As for me, I had a blast on Saturday when I went to Disneyland and California Adventure with my boyfriend.