#isn’t coming until Friday 🥲

[crybaby-bkg]

I’m so mad omg I’m crocheting my first sweater (and it’s so goddamn cute!!!!) but I ran out of yarn before I could finish the other side 😭😭😭😭

[munson-blurbs]

BUUUG oh my god i also watched wicked last weekend and i literally have not moved on 😭 i haven’t listened to ANYTHING else aside from the soundtrack and it got me thinking.............theater girlie reader performing i’m not that girl and absolutely nailing the song because she’s actually pining over eddie 🥲 (i also relate to the song because jonathan bailey isn’t in love with me lmao)

Did somebody say...Wicked and pining? I'm in.

Warnings: idiots in love, dual POV, light angst, mutual pining, happily ever after, I don't know what year this takes place in because Wicked opened in 2003 but there's nothing indicating modern!Eddie

WC: 3.5k

Divider credit to @strangergraphics

It wasn’t love at first sight for Eddie. It was love at first sound. 

He was cleaning up after Hellfire on a rainy Friday afternoon, determined to race home and check the sofa cushions for change so he could order a pizza. If all else failed, he could always dip into his primary income source, kept locked tight in his lunchbox. 

Hellfire Club continued to be the best part of his week, as it had been since he’d joined six years ago as a gawky freshman, but there was something comforting about the stillness after everyone else had left. Sometimes Eddie didn’t get that privilege—especially when he was tasked with giving Henderson a ride home. The kid wouldn’t shut up if his life depended on it. But today, he reveled in the peace while he placed the game pieces back in their box. 

He barely registered the small commotion in the adjoining auditorium as you took the stage and began your vocal warmups. You couldn’t take any chances of straining your voice; not when your years of hard work and dedication to the Drama Club finally paid off. 

You trilled to the top of your register before taking it back down, repeating it over and over until you felt ready to practice. Ready to become Elphaba Thropp. 

You were wholly unaware that Eddie Munson stood just on the other side of the wall, whistling a Black Sabbath song under his breath. Maybe that was good, considering your ridiculous crush on him. Like he’d ever notice you—a theatre nerd who never stepped out of line. You certainly weren’t one of the cheerleaders he constantly tried to impress. 

There was no mistaking the way he blushed and stammered around Chrissy Cunningham, playing with a few strands of his curls as he shamelessly flirted with her. You could deny that the sight of it all turned your stomach, but everyone and their mother would know it was a lie. 

A relationship—even a friendship—between you and Eddie would never manifest naturally. You didn’t have many classes together, and it wasn’t like he showed up to them anyway. Rumor had it that he and Chrissy only started talking because she bought weed from him, but the idea of meeting up with him in the woods, alone, overwhelmed you. And Eddie Munson definitely didn’t frequent the school plays. 

You thought about this now, the way you would never measure up to the girls he wanted to be with. Closing your eyes, you inhaled deeply and let the emotions course through you. 

Frustration—towards yourself for harboring a crush on someone so unattainable. 

Envy—of Chrissy Cunningham, who happened to be playing Galinda, and the other cheerleaders who didn’t even have to try to get his attention. 

Dejection—because though Eddie had never outright rejected you, each day that you continued slipping under his radar twisted your heart more. 

You took it all and put it into the song. 

Hands touch, eyes meet Sudden silence, sudden heat Hearts leap in a giddy whirl He could be that boy But I’m not that girl 

Eddie was deciding whether to splurge for the meat-lovers pizza or stick with just pepperoni when he heard the voice of an angel coming from next door. 

Don’t dream too far Don’t lose sight of who you are Don’t remember that rush of joy He could be that boy I’m not that girl

His ears pricked up. Who was that? He’d been at this school for six years, and he thought he knew everybody. 

He rushed over to the adjacent wall, body moving faster than his brain. One sneakered foot caught on the leg of his Dungeon Master throne, sending him tumbling to the ground. In a moment of desperation, Eddie grabbed for the closest object in his vicinity—a mannequin, clad in a Captain Hook costume from last semester’s production of Peter Pan. It came tumbling down along with him, both hitting the ground with an unmistakable thump. 

The voice stopped singing mid-verse. 

“Shit,” Eddie grumbled, picking himself up and brushing the dust off of his ripped jeans. He waited for a moment, then another, in hopes that the song would resume. 

But there was only silence. Once cherished, but now a punishment for his own clumsiness. 

I should go over and apologize. He dismissed the idea almost as soon as it came. Except…what if it was just a coincidence? What if she didn’t hear any of that? I’ll look like a total moron. 

Instead, Eddie continued cleaning up, hoping the pink flush staining his cheeks would fade by the time he left school. 

Every so often we long to steal  To the land of—

A crash cut you off, your gaze flicking from the pretend audience to the stage door. Who was sticking around school on a Friday afternoon?

I should make sure they’re okay. 

You started towards the door, stopping in your tracks when a sinking thought washed over you. What if the person had made noise purposely so I’d stop singing? What if I check on them and they tell me that I suck? I’ll look pathetic. 

Fighting back a cringe at the notion of being humiliated, you scooped up your backpack and hurried out of the auditorium. 

Practice would have to wait until Monday. 

Eddie tried to hide his newfound fascination with the mystery girl who sang her way into his heart. Week after week, he insisted on cleaning up after Hellfire alone on the off chance he’d hear her rehearsing. 

But after that first time, there was nothing. Not a single note. Sure, other people used the auditorium to practice, but none of them were her. 

It was a rainy Friday when she finally returned. The weather—torrential storms all day—meant that Dustin would not be walking home. He begged Eddie to drive him, insisting that if his mom picked him up, she would thoroughly humiliate him. 

Having met Claudia Henderson on multiple occasions, Eddie could attest to that statement’s truthfulness. 

And while having Dustin around to clean up after Hellfire wasn’t a bad thing, he filled the room with incessant chatter and expected Eddie to respond. 

Eddie, however, was in a world of his own, losing himself in the somber lyrics and trying to tune out whatever the freshman was blathering on about. 

Every so often we long to steal  To the land of what-might-have-been 

“And then her dad took away her computer! All because she helped me change one measly grade!”

But that doesn't soften the ache we feel  When reality sets back in

“I mean, it’s completely unfair. Her siblings are batshit crazy and he can’t be bothered to care. But Suzie lies, probably for the first time in her life—”

“Henderson, can you just shut up for two seconds?!” Eddie hissed through clenched teeth, his nostrils flaring. His gaze softened slightly when he saw the shock and hurt on his friend’s face. “Sorry, man, I’m just…”

“Christ,” Dustin scoffed, regaining his composure. “What’s got your panties in a twist?”

Eddie cinched the dice drawstring bag closed, not making eye contact with Dustin. “Nothing. Just tired. Long week,” he added lamely. 

Blithe smile, lithe limb  She who's winsome, she wins him�� Gold hair with a gentle curl  That's the girl he chose  And Heaven knows  I'm not that girl

Dustin noticed the way a smile tugged at the corners of Eddie’s scowl. A knowing grin spread across his face. 

“Why, Mr. Eddie. Look at you,” he said, donning a posh accent. “You’re lovesick.”

“W-What?” Eddie sputtered. 

Dustin rolled his eyes. “It’s a play on a quote from Wicked.” When the older boy kept his nose wrinkled in confusion, he continued with a huff. “Wicked. That’s the show the Drama Club is doing. That’s where the song is from.”

“Oh.” Eddie shook his head. “Yeah, it’s a, uh, a nice song.”

He fidgeted with his rings, spinning the skull around his finger until perspiration built up beneath the band. 

“Maybe we should see the show.” Dustin hoisted himself up onto the table, letting his legs dangle. “Y’know, actually watch your lady love on stage rather than secretly creep on her.”

“First of all,” Eddie pointed a finger at him, “she is not my ‘lady love.’ I don’t even know who she is. For all I know, it’s Jason Carver with a killer falsetto.”

The notion, while ridiculous, was the only way he could stifle the butterflies fluttering in his stomach at the term ‘lady love.’

“A possibility. Or,” Dustin countered, “she’s the love of your life, waiting just beyond this pesky wall for you to sweep her off of her talented feet.”

To his credit, Eddie considered the idea for a full second before shaking his head. Metalhead, music snob Eddie Munson watching the school musical? If anyone saw him there, he’d never live it down. 

Dustin, however, was relentless. The boy had a litany of tricks up his Weird Al shirtsleeve. 

“Well, I’m gonna go. My friend Robin is in the band. I wonder who else will be there?” He tapped his finger against his chin, feigning ponderance. “Oh, that’s right! Steve Harrington. You remember Steve, right? Great hair, great with the ladies…maybe he’ll even talk to your ‘friend.’”

Eddie’s blood boiled in his veins. Harrington showing up and being your knight in shining armor, parading around town with you on his arm—

“Fine. I’ll go.” Eddie grabbed his backpack and slung it over his shoulder. “But you keep that jockstrap with a toupee away from her, got it?”

“Alright, alright. Jeez.” Dustin put his hands up in surrender. “No need to be so testy, Nessarose.”

Eddie wasn’t sure what that meant, but he had a feeling he was about to find out. 

Opening night. 

You didn’t allow yourself to peek out behind the stage curtain for fear of someone seeing you in your green makeup, but if the loud chatter emanating from the audience was any indication, it seemed to be a full house. 

Fred Benson came backstage a few moments later, wearing his stage manager headset and a huge grin. “We’re sold out!” He waited for the cheering from your fellow cast-mates to die down before announcing: “Places in five.”

Five minutes. Five measly minutes until you became Elphaba Thropp, the Wicked Witch of the West. 

And if that wasn’t enough to send nerves spiraling through you, the next sentence you overheard certainly did:

“Eddie Munson is here?!”

No. No, no, no.

“Are you serious? I thought he only listened to shit that makes your ears bleed.”

Whatever stage fright you’d already been battling paled in comparison to what you currently felt. Eddie Munson, the man who unknowingly served as your muse for unrequited love, was sitting in the audience.

When Chrissy Cunningham laughed behind you, it all became clear. He was here for her. He wanted to watch her flit across the stage, tossing her blonde hair and waving a magic wand. 

Well, at least you’d barely have to act when Galinda got the man Elphaba pined after.

Eddie sat straight up in his seat when the lights dimmed, clutching the bouquet of roses close to his lap. He didn’t want to risk putting them on the floor and stepping on them, so he did his best to hold them in place without constantly crinkling the cellophane.

They weren’t anything special–he’d gotten them from the refrigerated display case at Bradley’s Big Buy–but he hoped they were enough.

Chrissy came onstage first, wearing a poofy baby blue ball gown and a sparkling tiara. Eddie’s stomach flipped. Was Chrissy the girl he’d heard singing? No, she couldn’t have been. Her voice sounded nothing like the mystery girl. Chrissy’s voice was light and airy, like a princess. The other voice had a slight heaviness to it, like it held some pain.

So…not Chrissy. Good to know, but that still left him with more questions than answers.

He clapped when the audience clapped, pretending to focus on the plot while actually scouring the stage for clues. Maybe she was one of the chorus members; that would definitely make it more difficult to pick her out…

Resignedly, he sat back, summoning every ounce of music training he’d acquired over the years to pick out the sound of her voice among the crowd. 

Nothing. 

“This is bull—” he started to grumble to Dustin, but then his gaze fell upon someone…green. Even covered head-to-toe in pure stage makeup, her beauty shone through. 

Eddie just sat there, fully entranced. He didn’t want to allow himself to believe that this was the girl—because if she wasn’t the one he’d been obsessing over, then he was totally screwed. 

Please, he silently prayed, please let this be her. 

Please, you silently prayed, don’t let Eddie be here. 

Though you willed yourself to keep your eyes on that dark spot in the back of the auditorium, you couldn’t help but scan the audience for him. 

And there he was, sitting between Steve Harrington and one of the freshmen who followed him around the school like a little sheep. He had a dopey grin on his face and roses in his lap. 

Roses, you realized, that he’d present to Chrissy as he held her and congratulated her on an incredible performance—

Focus. You shedded your own skin at the stage door and took on Elphaba’s green hue, and you needed to act like her, not you. And her first song was upbeat and hopeful. Heartbrokenness would have to wait. 

She sang. After what seemed like endless dialogue between her and the teacher—Ms. Horrible? He couldn’t remember, nor did he particularly care—she sang. 

And from that first note, Eddie knew. 

It’s her. 

He almost didn’t want to believe it. He wouldn’t allow himself to believe it, because how could someone be so beautiful and talented? No, this must be someone who sounded similar, but the girl who sang that melancholy song would be someone else. Someone he didn’t feel wholly inadequate when he approached her. 

“Shh!” Someone hissed behind him. Only then did he realize that he was flexing his hand around the rose stems, the cellophane crackling under his tight grasp. 

Eddie muttered an apology, never taking his eyes off of the stage. God, she was breathtaking. He could practically hear her calling his name:

Eddie…Eddie…

“Eddie!” Steve’s annoyed voice snapped Eddie out of his stupor. “Move your foot, man!”

Eddie looked down to see that he was sitting at the edge of his seat, legs spread far enough to nudge Steve’s sneaker with his own. He quickly composed himself, hoping the dark auditorium masked his pink cheeks. 

“What the hell is his deal?” Steve whispered to Dustin. 

The younger boy shrugged. “Pretty sure he’s in love with the girl who plays the witch. He just doesn’t know it yet.”

Eddie barely heard the exchange, too wrapped up in the way the notes seem to float from Elphaba’s lips, ethereal in nature. Normally when he listened to showtunes—which wasn’t very often, but his uncle was partial to his Annie Get Your Gun record—he would pass the time thinking about how he could rearrange the song to fit a more metal vibe. 

But for the first time in a long time, metal is the last thing on his mind. He wants to know more of Elphaba’s story, how she went from a shy college student to one of the most well-known villains in cinematic history. The rest of the world had gone quiet, like a background noise he easily ignored. 

The few scenes without Elphaba were torturous enough, but Eddie soon realized that there was something even worse than that. Someone, actually. 

Fiyero Tigelaar. 

He watched the man in a makeshift Shiz University clutching the stuffed lion toy, already sensing some sort of romantic tension between him and Elphaba. There was no denying the way Eddie’s body tensed when a green hand rested on the man’s cheek, so loving and tender.

As if sensing his friend’s inner turmoil, Dustin turned slightly and whispered, “don’t worry. Rumor has it that he’s more into Boq, if you catch my drift.”

That information allowed Eddie to relax a little, but only for a moment before Elphaba began singing again.

Hands touch, eyes meet Sudden silence, sudden heat

“That’s the song,” Dustin announced to Steve.

Steve nodded, offering a smirk. “So that must be the girl.”

Body wrought with emotion, you could only hope you could stave off the tears until you got offstage. It would be almost impossible to cry and remain on-key, especially given just how low you–not Elphaba–truly felt.

Blithe smile, lithe limb  She who's winsome, she wins him  Gold hair with a gentle curl  That's the girl he chose  And Heaven knows  I'm not that girl

You could get through this. It was no secret that you weren’t Eddie’s type. The girl he chose would be Chrissy Cunningham or someone like her, not the dorky theatre girl who only came out of her shell while performing.

Don't wish, don't start 

Wishing only wounds the heart  I wasn't born for the rose and the pearl  There's a girl I know  He loves her so  I'm not that girl

No, you were definitely not that girl. That girl was backstage, touching up her makeup and probably giggling about the flowers she’d receive from her metalhead crush.

The applause might have been thunderous; it might have been completely silent. You didn’t know. All you could think about was getting off the stage before you got another glimpse of Eddie and the stupid bouquet he was giving to Chrissy. 

The rest of the show was spectacular. Maybe you were a bit biased, considering you were the lead, but it couldn’t have gone any better if you’d tried. You’d even managed to stay in character, keeping your focus on your scene partners rather than the man in the audience who held your heart.

You couldn’t wash off the green makeup fast enough, an arduous process that your castmates thankfully expedited with a plethora of baby wipes and makeup remover. Despite everyone’s best efforts, your face and hands remained tinged with a green hue. You supposed you’d look like that for a few days after the show closed. 

“Excuse me?”

You turned around, still in costume, to see Eddie Munson now standing before you. The two of you were alone, the rest of the cast having cleaned up before you did.

“I think Chrissy’s with her friends,” you blurted out. 

“Oh. Cool.” Confusion creased his brows for a second before he continued. “You did, um, an amazing job tonight. Seriously, I was just…wow. I never knew being anti-establishment could sound so beautiful.”

You smiled, fiddling with a stray black thread on your dress. “Thanks. Elphaba really is a badass.”

“Yeah.” Eddie’s eyes flicked over your face. He noticed you looking at the flowers in his arms. “Oh, shit–these are for you. I hope you like them and you’re not, like, allergic or anything.” He shoved his hands in his pants pockets. “Maybe I should’ve gotten poppies instead, since, y’know…that was Elphaba’s thing.”

“I love them!” Too enthusiastic. Well, at least you didn’t say you loved him. “You didn’t have to get me anything, though. I’m just glad you liked the show.” Timidly, you admitted, “I’m kind of surprised to see you at the school musical, honestly.”

He scratched at the back of his neck. “Can I level with you for a sec?” When you nodded, he sighed. “I didn’t even know the school was doing a musical. I’m only here because I heard you practicing from the Hellfire room, and my friend told me about the show.”

You froze. Did you hear him correctly? Eddie was here because of you? Because he wanted to meet you?

“I wasn’t expecting you to be so green,” he added with a nervous laugh.

You quirked up an eyebrow. “You weren’t expecting the Wicked Witch of the West to be green? Please tell me you’ve seen The Wizard of Oz.”

“Of course I have! It’s a classic. I just didn’t know what Wicked was about.” He raked a hand through his curls. “Anyway, if you’re not busy tonight, I was hoping you might want to hang out? Maybe go to Benny’s and split some cheese fries?”

Your heart skipped a beat. “Y-Yeah! I love fries. And cheese.” You cleared your throat, trying to ward off the embarrassment. “Let me just get out of this costume and I’ll meet you in the lobby.”

“Cool. I’ll go tell my friends to fuck off or whatever.” Eddie smiled, shaking his hair out of his beautiful brown eyes. He started towards the door before half-turning to add,

“And, by the way, you look beautiful even when you’re green.”

--

[noonieftp]

Drug princess’s 💊🤧

!Drug Lord! Baji x poc! Reader

Hii, welcome backkk! Yes this is another chapter story I’m sorry bear with me🥲. I don’t really have much to say but to enjoy the story and have an amazing day! 🖤

Warning‼️: if you do not feel comfortable reading this please exit off and enjoy the rest of your day thank you. 🫶🏽

Minors dni pls 🥲

Drug princess’s 💊🤧

One random night can change anybody’s life. It’s a make or break situation, and quite frankly it’s breaking you.

You were in a random bar, on a Friday night. Sitting pretty at the bar with your closest friend, Nekoo. The two of you were just catching up gossiping about work, you two were exotic dancers.

“Did you see what sugar had on last night?” Nekoo put down her glass and turned to you

“Mm not really. I mostly had private sessions that night” you pause for a second then tilt your head. “Why?”

Nekoo shakes her head in disbelief. “Bitch everyone was talking about her in the changing rooms, how did you not hear about it or even seen it?!”

You shrug your shoulders nonchalantly then settled your drink in your hand, you look down and think for a bit before speaking.

“I just mind my business nekoo, I don’t think talking about people will help me get money” nekoo sigh picking her drink up and sip it.

“Shut up, you know your just talking” she glanced over and crack a smile making you laugh “yeah your probably right” you both drank the rest of your drinks and decided to hit the dance floor before leaving.

Most of the songs were okay, some just plain out boring. You tell nekoo you’re ready to go but before y’all got the chance to even step off the floor, you hear a song you two knew by heart. So y’all HAD to stay for this song at least.

You two were fucking it up on the dance floor, had everybody and they mama staring at the two of you. This was nothing new for yall, catching people’s attention is what you get paid for. It’s bound to happen 🤷‍♀️

You were lost into the music feeling those few drinks you had earlier kicking in, your body moved freely as your eyes stayed on nekoo’s smiling face. Everything was pretty peachy until you feel a sharp smack on your ass making you yelp, you jump forward into nekoo’s arms in shook.

You quickly recover turning around to see who this creep was, when you turn around your eyes met with a slick black suit and a very tall figure wearing it. Your head slowly rises up to put a face with the figure, your eyes were met with a handsome male. Standing almost 6’3 tall long wavy black locks with grayish blue eyes, you were MESMERIZED by this man!

You quickly snapped out of it when you remembered the assault he did to your ass, your eyebrows scrunched together and your lip twitched.

“What the fuck is your problem?” You felt the ratchet in you coming out and nekoo can tell this isn’t gonna end well.

The male smile down on you showing his pearly whites and canines to you. “That ass of yours is my problem” your lip twitched again at his words.

“My ass should not be your problem. I don’t know who the fuck you think you are but we can fight right now!” Those drinks are really kicking in..

The man throws his head back laughing richly at your little threat. “You don’t know me you say?” He lifts his head back up and grin at the two of you.

“How could you not know baji keisuke.”

Nekoo’s eyes widened in shock, you on the other hand still didn’t know who he was. “Baji who?” You tilt your head in pure confusion.

“Baji keisuke.” Another tall man walks through the crowd towards us. Nekoo grabs your arm and pulled you close to her

“He’s an underground drug lord..not to mention the biggest threat in the city” nekoo looks over at the other guy. tall but just a bit shorter then baji, blonde hair green eyes. You point your finger at him then turn your head to nekoo

“And who is he..?” Nekoo sigh, you really didn’t know much about Tokyo you only been there for a few months now. “That’s the second most dangerous drug lord in tokyo , Chifuyu Matsuno. Also Baji’s best friend” you start to clap proudly on how much you’re friend knows about them, nekoo rolled her eyes of course.

“The short one is correct” baji said, while looking down at you.

“Hey I’m not short fuck face!” Nekoo chirps out.

“Hey, she kinda hot baji” chifuyu looked down on nekoo giving her a toothy smile, that made nekoo’s heart jump out her chest.

You see this and had to do something quick, you don’t wanna be here all night. “Look lord baji, just apologize for what you did so we can go”

Baji face remain in a cocky smile, he looks over a Chifuyu. “You thinking what I’m thinking?” Chifuyu grin then nod his head “2 man” baji nods.

“Um hello? Are you gonna apologize yet” you snap your fingers in the man face, baji swiftly grabs your risk then pulls you close to him.

He gazed down looking into your pretty brown eyes “Look ma, I ain’t apologize tonight. but one thing I am doing tonight is taking you with me”

your eyes widen at his bold statement you couldn’t find the words to say,In a surprised tone all you could say is “Oh”

To be continued..🖤

[kleoyeager78]

10 things I hate about you | 15

I was woken up by my phone ringing, I was tired I didn’t even look at the screen I just answered hoping it was scam likely and I could go back to sleep, “Hello” I said yawning into the phone.

“Hey, y/n!” I heard Furlan,

“Oh um Furlan” I came to my senses very quickly.

“Are we still on tonight?”

“Tonight? What’s tonight?”

“We were going to hang out” he chuckled and I began to get embarrassed.

“Oh my we are!”

“Yeah, it’s okay if you don’t want to anymore though”

“No. I want to, my memory has just been hazy lately. I’m literally getting ready as we speak!” I said crawling over Angie and getting out of my bed.

“Great I’ll pick you up at 9pm” with that Furlan hung up.

“Shit what time is it?” I said to myself.

“It’s 7:50 pm” I heard Angie say, I turned around and she was up.

“I’m sorry did I wake you?”

“No, I've been playing roblox,” she said, turning her iPad towards me. “But you’re leaving?”

“Yes I’m going to hang out with a friend” I said searching in my closet for an outfit.

“Cool” Angie said, going back to playing her game. “Good luck sneaking past dad”

“Wait, he's home?” I said confused. My dad usually stayed at work until 11 on Fridays so that he could get all his tests graded by Monday.

“Yup. He came in here earlier and told me to tell you to stop talking back to my mom. Apparently she’s been ranting about your lack of help around the house.” Angie rolled her eyes, “ I told him that you did everything and that you deserved to rest, but he just told me to stop talking back”

I chuckled, “thanks for that Angie. But anyways, how the hell am I getting out of here?”

“Language. And I’ll pretend to be asleep and you can jump out the window.”

“That’s actually a good idea. You’re such a smart kid.” I patted her head and made my way to the bathroom.

I took a shower and did my skincare while in the bathroom.

I was going to do a bit of makeup and my hair but that had to wait until I got back into my room so no one would suspect anything.

When I got back into the room I went over to my vanity table and turned on its light. Then I went over to my closet to pick out an outfit.

That’s when I realized I had absolutely no idea what we were going to do so I couldn’t pick out an outfit.

I texted Furlan to ask what I should wear.

-

Y/n💕

What should I wear?

Furlan 💛

Anything. We’ll probably be running a lot though😅

Y/n💕

Running? 🥲

Furlan 💛

Yes but I could carry you the whole time if you’d like 😇

Y/n💕

What a simp 😭

-

With that I closed my phone and looked for an outfit. I settled on a pair of shorts and a tank top.

(Or you can wear what you want!)

I sat at my vanity and tried to decide on a ponytail. That way my hair wouldn’t be in my face while we did whatever running Furlan was talking about.

Then I moved on to my makeup, I didn’t do much just enough to not look tired like I always do.

As I’m putting on my lipgloss I hear the door creak open and when I look behind me it’s my dad coming into my room.

I freak out a bit but then go back to normal since I already have a lie in mind ready to spill from my lips if he asks me why I have a face of makeup and an outfit on at this late hour.

“Hi baby” he hugs me from behind.

I make a face in disgust but refrain myself from telling him to get the hell away from me because I know Angie isn’t actually sleeping. Instead I try to pry his hands off me,”hello”

“How have you been?” He sits on Angie’s bed looking at me.

I continued to get ready, “I’ve been just fine” I said not paying him any mind. I could tell he was drunk by the way he wobbled over to me, and the way he’s smiling at me while sitting on the bed. Not to mention he reeked of alcohol.

After what happened that night I was never comfortable around my dad while he was drunk or at all to be completely honest but when he was drunk It was worse. He would hit on me with no shame especially after I hit puberty and it absolutely disgusted me. I couldn't even be in the same room as him alone when he was drunk because I knew exactly what he would do if he got the chance.

Although I wasn’t showing it I was shaking right now.

“Look how much you’ve grown.” He said looking me up and down, “ you know you remind me of your mother when I first met her so much.”

“You first met mom in a party bathroom doing illegal substances, how is that a compliment?” I tried to not say too much because I knew Angie had to hear all of this but still he was making me angry and I was about to blow.”

He laughed, “I meant how she looked. She might have been an addict but she was still sexy”

“Get out.” I instantly snapped. I didn’t want to hear any of this.

“How about we do something tonight,” he got up and stood over me which made me even more uncomfortable.

I stood up and repeated myself, “get out”

He chuckled and surprisingly walked to the door, “you’re a teenager now so I guess that means you don’t want to spend time with your old man huh?” He said slurring his words.

I rolled my eyes and as soon as he closed the door I locked it behind him and scoffed.

“You really don’t like your dad huh?” Angie said from next to me.

“I really don’t understand how you do.” I replied.

“He’s very nice y/n. You should give him a chance. He just tried to give you a compliment” Angie sat up in bed looking at me.

“That wasn’t the type of compliment you think it was,”

“How come? My mom calls violet sexy all the time and violet reacts to it like any other compliment.”

“Well, when your mom says it she doesn’t have any other intent behind it.”

“Intent?” Angie asked confused,

I chuckled, “I’ll explain to you when you’re older.”

“But I’m almost 13. Why can’t you tell me now? I really would like to know” Angie pouted.

“I still think you’re a bit young.”

Angie sighed, “well will you at least tell me why you hate him?”

“When you’re older.”

Angie scoffed and rolled back into bed going on about how I never tell her anything.

I got up from my seat and sat on the bed next to her, “I promise that you will know someday. But for right now I don’t think it’s a good idea to tell you,” you patted her head and got back up, “how do I look Ang?”

She looked up at me, “okay” she said uninterested

“That’s it?” I smiled,

“I mean for a girl who’s going to sneak out, yeah.” Angie shrugged,

You started to tickle her to make her less mad with you, “don’t be mad at me please”

“I’m not” she laughed,

“Liar” I tickled her some more,

“I’m not.” She continued to laugh,

“It’s not good to lie y'know” I laughed myself and stopped tickling her, “I love you Angie”

“I love you too y/n” we hugged and I open the window and climbed out.

“Call me if you need me, or ring violet.”

“Why would I call her?” Angie said in confusion,

“Believe it or not even though she tried to act mean in front of her friends, she loves you more than anything,” you said before closing the window and making your way to your front yard we’re Furlan was waiting.

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[alexin-wonderlust]

Day Thirteen - Tokyo (oops)

19th November 2022

Well, someone drank too much last night. (it was me)

So instead of doing things I had planned… I had to stay in bed all day and nurse a stupid hangover.

Ben wanted McDonalds so I sent him on a solo adventure to go and get it. He really just wanted the McGriddle but they didn’t even have it — poor monkey.

Anyway; I did manage to drag myself out of bed at around 4pm and the mission was to get the Italian ramen hybrid that I’ve been wanting for 4 years.

We went to Shinjuku to find Taiyou No Tomato-Men and there was a QUEUE!! We waited for like, 20 mins? Which isn’t bad. But the food looked EPIC! It was at the top of a shopping mall, alongside other restaurants; which also looked yum. There was even a Disney themed one for a dark battle game they gave here called Twisted Wonderland.

The food was epic. I wore a bib (for laughs, but also because messy?). We ordered cheesy gyoza which were the best. They were crispy on the outside and gooey on the inside. Holy shit. Ben ordered 2/10 chilli which came with a cereal bowl with almost 3/4 of a cup of chilli flakes — we joked about what 10/10 chilli would be and if they just brought you a wheelbarrow.

After the ramen, we walked to Omiyode Yokocho which is an alley of eateries. I kind of wish we had more time here now because theres so much to explore. THIS HAPPENS EVERY TIME!!

Tomorrow we are off to Disneyland!! IG Post:

"Oops. I drank too much and wrote myself off. I tried to eat McDonald’s but couldn’t. So I ended up sleeping until 4pm and then decided it was time to finally get Tomato Ramen.

I’ve literally been dying to come back to Tokyo to have this chain of ramen since 2019 and it was so good. Tomato based, Italian Ramen. The dumplings were next level. I’m going to need to go back. 🥰"

"It took me three attempts to post this so here we go again 😂

After drinking too much in Shinjuku on Friday night, I wrote myself off and stayed in bed until 4pm with probably the worst hangover I've ever had abroad. Oops! But, a day of relaxing is probably needed because we've done approximately 150kms walking since we got to Japan. Eep!

When I could function, we adventured to get Tomato Ramen which was great. Then, to the Shinjuku Disney store. Which only opened a few weeks ago. It was lovely. I cried. Of course. 🥲

Then we wandered around Shinjuku, looking around Omiyode Yokocho to get some Street food but they were busy (it was a Saturday night after all). Then back to the hotel to pack for our last stop... Tokyo Disney Resort!"

[jahayla-parker]

Virtual Pining- A Harrison Osterfield x Reader SMAU

Summary: Harrison and Reader (Hailee Steinfield faceclaim again) are friends who are mutually pining for one another and their friends can tell but they won’t admit it and just say it’s playful flirting. Until…..

Warnings: cursing, mentions of alcohol/drinking, I think that’s all.

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yourusername: New York State of Mind🛩🍎

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zendaya: hot damn my bestie is killing it! 🥵

hazosterfield: woah Y/n/n that’s a great photo 😊

yourusername: thanks Haz ☺️ miss you bestie

hazosterfield: always, you look fantastic! I miss my best friend too, text me or FaceTime when you can ❤️

yourusername: I’m free now, one second 🥰

tuwaine: ugh I miss NYC🥲

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hazosterfield: life has me smiling 🙂

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tomholland2013: “who got you smiling like that?” 😉 as if I don’t already know. 😏

hazosterfield: shut it mate, I said LIFE 💁🏼‍♂️

yourusername: Awe Harrison I love this photo! I’m missing that smile 🥺

hazosterfield: I miss your’s more, come back to London please? 😩

yourusername: next Friday I’ll be back but I’ll need a ride from the airport ����

hazosterfield: Wait really?! I’ll be there, just text me the info on your flight! 🥰

tuwaine: Tom’s comment 😂 I think I know too💀

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yourusername: just wrapped my first photo shoot ever! Now need to take this makeup off and head to H&Mu for the next shoot but really liked my H&Mu from this one so wanted to share before I take it off.

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harryholland64: 🥵 you single?

yourusername: depends on who is asking 😏

harryholland64: me clearly 🤪

yourusername: hmm idk Baz I think that’d be weird 🤨

hazosterfield: what if it were me asking?

yourusername: depends, ARE you asking? 🧐

hazosterfield: of course 😉

yourusername: hmm I might be single then 😉

zendaya: you are so beautiful 😍

hazosterfield: If the photos are half as good as this selfie, I was right you had nothing to worry about ❤️

yourusername: thank you Haz 😭

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hazosterfield: 📸

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yourusername: 🤩😘 looking good babe

tuwaine: babe?! Is this 👈👉finally happening?

tomholland2013: they call eachother babe now 🙄

harryholland64: but are still “just friends”👌

hazosterfield: we are just friends, leave her be mates

samholland1999: nice previews man

hazandholland27: OMG I’m dead

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yourusername: Had a blast with @/vanitymag 📷 thanks for having me 💕

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zendaya: 🧎🏾‍♀️ my queen👑

hazosterfield: HOLY SH- 🤯 these are amazing babe😍

yourusername: just trying to keep up😉

hazosterfield: keep up? You’re running laps around me love😧

tomholland2013: wow y/n 🙌

harryholland64: this photo is incredible 👏

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hazosterfield: In honor of my best friend killing it lately today’s WCW goes out to her ❤️

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yourusername: I’m not worthy of being your wcw Haz but thank you 🥰

hazosterfield: nonsense darling, you’re beyond worthy ❤️

tomholland2013: Bold mate 😌

tuwaine: getting closer to acceptance I see

zendaya: she is killing it isn’t she?🫡

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yourusername: did someone mention a movie premiere? 🎟

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zendaya: can’t wait to see you! You look so good!🙌😍

harryholland64: you’re going to make tonight really easy to get good photos 🫢

hazosterfield: I’m going to have the hottest girl on my arm tonight 😎

yourusername: sorry bestie, probably not going to help you get laid tonight if that’s true. Don’t want to risk scaring the girls off, shall I go with Baz instead?

harryholland64: yes, I volunteer as tribute 😆

hazosterfield: absolutely not, it’s worth it ☺️ besides, I’m not breaking our tradition of going to premiers together. I’ll be there soon 🌹

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hazosterfield: Premiere night 🌹

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samholland2013: are those y/n’s shoes in the background? 😳

yourusername: ooops yeah🤦‍♀️ my feet hurt already 😂

zendaya: @/yourusername hun you gotta keep them on, it completes me look 😆

hazosterfield: doesn’t matter, heels or no heels, she’ll be the hottest one there 😉

tomholland2013: see you soon mate

harryholland64: nice suit I guess🤷🏻‍♂️

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yourusername: it’s always an amazing time to see this handsome and talented man perform. 🥰

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philosterfield: it was so great seeing you y/n

yourusername: you too Mrs. Osterfield ☺️

hazosterfield: I love looking into the crowd and seeing you there ❤️

yourusername: I’m always going to be there Div 😘

hazosterfield: good because I love it and in case I didn’t say it earlier, you looked smashing tonight 😍

tomholland2013: I was sorry I missed it, thanks for FaceTiming it for me though! ❤️

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hazosterfield: thanks Kevin for the shoot last week 😎

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tomholland2013: put on a shirt you Div 🫣

yourusername: no 🙅‍♀️

hazosterfield: 👀

yourusername: Haaazzz why you gotta be a tease? 💋

hazosterfield: ME?! I’M the tease?💁🏼‍♂️

yourusername: ummm yes? You’re the one with your shirt half off 💁‍♀️

harryholland64: mate you’re going to get cold 🙄

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[delllamortes]

remember when i said i wouldn’t make any more posts about money? 🤡🤡🤡

hi. i really hate to be doing this, as always, but i’m in a real pickle 🥲 my mom currently has no income other than a tiny pension that covers basically nothing. she’s waiting for workers comp to re-review her case that was wrongfully terminated last year due to a negligent case worker, and they’re supposed to be paying her in the meantime but they keep giving excuses about needing more information to recalculate her wages (info that she literally mailed to them last winter). because of this, she didn’t have any money to pay her car payment, which is $220 biweekly, so i lent her the money to pay it hoping that she’d finally get paid this week and i’d be able to get maybe half of it back before my minimum payment on my visa is due, but it doesn’t really look like that’s going to happen and now i’m $160 short 🥴 i managed to pay the last of what i owed on my mastercard minimum payment today with what i got from gst, but there isn’t enough to cover my visa (i only have about $30 left lmao, and i need that to survive until next friday 🥲).

if anyone is able to help, my payment is due october 12th (making this post as of the 5th, so i have one week to come up with the $160). i would be so beyond grateful 😭 i’ve never been late on my visa (which is why i prioritized my mastercard, since i’ve been late on that one once already this year and could not afford to miss another one and have my interest rate jacked up) so technically i CAN miss this one without repercussions but i would really like to avoid that if at all possible 🥲 pls reblog this to get more eyes on the post, it’s super helpful!

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