#just not for needing to use the restroom a normal amount of times when I'm not chronically dehydrated

[thateclecticbitch]

Constantly on HR's ass when there's a bathroom rights violation. And by constantly on HR's ass, I mean politely asking to use the restroom more often than once every 4 hours

Everyone reblog with your most unemployable traits

[lastoneout]

Honestly the whole "trans men should start using women's restrooms in protest of trans women being forced into the men's because they're not in as much danger" only works if you believe:

All trans men are capable of and willing to 100% perfectly pass as a cis man at all times no matter what.

All trans men are big, tall, burly, and strong.

Any trans man is capable of beating not only any individual woman in a fight, but multiple women all attacking at the same time.

Women are incapable of directly or indirectly harming men.

Women never react violently when threatened, regardless if the threat was real or not.

A man being marginalized in other ways does not make him less safe around women or more vulnerable to transphobic violence and/or retaliatory systemic violence as punishment for trying to protect himself. (So a black or disabled or fat man's skin color or disability status or body type does not make him more vulnerable to violence and if a black/disabled/fat trans man beat up a white cishet woman who attacked him for being in the women's restroom everyone would take his side including the cops.)

A woman would never go and get her boyfriend or a manager or the cops upon seeing a trans man(or any masc person, even gnc cishet women) in the bathroom so they can enact violence against them for her. (I guess the long history of cishet perisex white women using their tears to get marginalized men killed was made up.)

Trans men are not, in fact, a vulnerable marginalized demographic that also needs protecting from horrific violence and should happily offer themselves up as canon fodder to protect other more feminine queers even if it kills them, and not complain at all when no one stands up to help them in turn. (Also that you think real men are always tough and strong and never need help or compassion.)

Trans men are always viewed as men by transphobes, and not as whatever gender will harm them the most at any given moment, which is typically either "dangerous insane woman" or "subhuman freak".

No masc person, including butch and gnc cis women and afab nonbinary people AND butch/gnc trans women, or anyone perceived to be trans or too masc like intersex cis women with facial hair, has ever or will ever face violence for using the women's restroom despite the copious amounts of documented proof to the contrary.

Bigots and conservatives are following any sort of logic and, like fairy tale antagonists, can be rules lawyered into giving up and are not actually fully willing to be as contradictory as needed to ensure trans people can no longer exist in public at all. (Like. Idk how to tell you this but very masc passing trans men using the women's restroom will result in MORE transphobic violence and stricter bathroom laws, not less.)

Again, not to beat a dead horse, but you somehow believe conservatives and transphobes will change their minds if they see someone who looks like a man in the women's restroom. Like you really think that will fix things. Really. You really think that will work. You think that will work. Genuinely, you think that will change their minds. Really. Really.

You think men are always inherently more dangerous and prone to violence than women.

You think we should normalize and accept sacrificing trans men's lives for the sake of trans liberation.

If you think this is genuinely a good idea then I'm sorry but you have not only bought into radical feminist ideals but you also have a lot of internalized transphobia, misogyny, transmisogny, anti-transmasculinity, as well as racism, fatphobia, and ableism you need to unlearn before we start coming to you for ideas on how to fight systemic transphobia.

Because this? All this will do is get people killed. And idk man I just think maybe you should care that trans men are getting killed, and not flippantly suggest even more of them step up to the chopping block like their lives only matter so long as they can be of service to the rest of us.

[rottmntsimp]

can u maybe do april and a shapeshifter s/o whose insecure of their true form? (u can choose the true form :3)

Sweet shifter o'mine

Pairing[s]: April x Insecure!Shapeshifter!F!Reader

A/N: Don't mind the gif, I just thought she looked cute <3 Oh and sorry I kinda made it like a oneshot 😅 Also...friends to lovers, anyone???

[FYI I'm gonna be out for a week so take this as a peace offering <3]

April

💚- All she wanted was one normal friend

💚 - Not a mutant, not a yokai, not a bloodthirsty foot-clan member, just a normal human friend, who she can go out with hang out with [not that she discriminates <3]

💚 - Now, when she found out you're a shapeshifter, she wasn't upset, no-

💚 - She was glad, excited even, that you trusted her enough to tell her this, but all hopes she had of having a "normal" human friend...

💚 - Poof, gone with the wind

💚 - Constantly asking questions about your powers

💚 - "Does it hurt when you shift?" "Is there like a time limit? Do you have to shift back to your original form after some time?" "Oh! Have I seen your original form before?-"

💚 - Immediate discomfort in the air

💚 - April being April, immediately catches onto the bad vibe and changes the topic. But, by god, if that didn't pique her interest...

💚 - Shrugging it off as just being a bad time to bring up, you guys go a few days [maybe even weeks] without bringing it up

💚 - Until it does happen 😔

💚 - Now she's definitely noticed a pattern in your behavior. The awkward silence, the dismissal of the topic, the shifty eyes-

💚 - And y'all know April- New mystery in town? You know damn well she's going full reporter mode till she gets an answer, and it better be a satisfying one.

💚 - Now, I firmly believe she's not one to go snooping through your private things [looking in your room, peaking in, etc,]

💚 - But she will record your behavior. What topics make you nervous? What prompts you to shift forms? Different form everyday or not as frequently? Similarities between each form, so on and so forth.

💚 - Now there are two ways this can go.

💚 - Option A: Never speak of this again.

💚 - Option B: In the case that you have this thing where you have to go back to your original form after a certain amount of time-

💚 - If you guys are roommates and/or dating, it's more likely than not, that you'll end up having to go back to your original form in front of her.

💚 - For example, maybe you guys were out, at a diner perhaps, and it's taking longer than expected.

💚 - The timer you put on your phone rang, warning you about the time, or more specifically, how you were going to shift back soon. Panic rising, you excuse yourself before striding over to the bathroom to go hide yourself.

💚 - This wasn't anything that confused April, I mean, you're just going to the bathroom, right?

💚 - Now what did confuse her, was the fact that it had been twenty minutes since you'd left-

💚 - Thinking something's wrong, she made her way over to the restroom, her eyebrows furrowing together as she heard...was someone sniffling?

💚 - You freeze, as you heard her call out your name-

💚 - Fuck, you couldn't afford to be caught! First you have to deal with shifting back, possibly ruining your date and now this? You didn't want her to think of you as weak.

💚 - Wiping away your tears, and clearing your throat, you let out a simple "I'm okay," cursing as your voice cracks.

💚 - Alarms rang in April's head, as she walked closer to where she assumed the noise came from, "Are you sure...? I can stay if you need me to-"

💚 - "I'm fine!" You interrupt her, desperately wiping away your tears, making every attempt to look calm and collected.

💚 - Bringing the hood of your jacket over your head, you cover your face half way, head down as you walked out of the stall, forcing a smile, "Let's just...go home."

💚 - [Sorry for going into oneshot mode, I'm back-]

💚 - Now, it's no use trying to escape, because no matter how many tears you wiped away, how many times you cleared your throat, April could tell something was wrong.

💚 - And hopefully the bathroom is empty, because whether you like it or not, a confrontation is going down.

💚 - Now, she won't corner you or hold you down, but the look she gave you, that look of concern, or affection, of trust...it made you want to stay, despite your beliefs

💚 - So you did. You explained to her, how you've shifted, and how you were hiding because you were...afraid.

💚 - "Afraid...of what?"

💚 - But she was only greeted with an awkward silence.

💚 - Now, seeing you this vulnerable, it made her heart break. She didn't realize you didn't feel comfortable enough to show your true self around her.

💚 - Despite the temptation to pull you into a bone breaking hug, she kept her distance, nodding, thinking this over.

💚 - By now you felt another break down on its way. This was it. This was the moment you would kiss goodbye to this life. I mean, it was expected, why would April, a strong, independent, secure woman want to be with little ol' insecure you?

💚 - The air was stiff, just like that night all those weeks ago...only this time, April took a step forward.

💚 - You took a step back, noticing her sneakers make their way closer, till you have nowhere left to go, leaning against the sink counter.

💚 - It wasn't uncomfortable, no, April made sure to give you space, but yet it still felt suffocating, as though you were trapped, with no choice but to face what was to come.

💚 - You could see her shadow stretch as she reached out towards you, your head hung low, hood still on. The fabric of your hood ruffled in your ear as she paused, the rim gently in her grip.

💚 - That pause, it was like a silent plea, one last chance for you to leave, to forget all of this, yet begging you to stay...and stay you did. You stood there, frozen in your place, awaiting the inevitable tug, a gasp of shock, a break up which would leave you heart broken for months, years even; wincing as the fabric fell, head held down, ready to face anything thrown your way...

💚 - Yet all you got was silence.

💚 - Looking up, all you could see was a soft smile, as she brought her hand up to cup your face, the look in her eyes apologetic, comforting...

💚 - "You're...beautiful..."

💚 - You froze.

💚 - "...What?"

💚 - You could only listen in shock, as she praised you, apologizing for having to put up with all of this, your check resting in the palm of her hand as she stroked your cheek with your thumb.

💚 - The stuffy atmosphere cleared, as she brought you close for a hug, gently, yet it was as though you were locked in her arms. Unable to move, unable to leave.

💚 - Not that there was anywhere else you'd rather be...

[Please for the love of god someone draw this I'm actually so proud of coming up with this scenario 😭😭]

Taglist:

@lemme-be-cringe-damnit @sleepytime-fics @ray-of-midnight-storm @hamthepan @charismakat @flapajacker

[starwarsmum]

Day 13 of @maribat-calendar-events Maribat BioFamily September and the prompt is PTA Meeting 🥰

Marinette sat in the school classroom, bored out of her mind but dutifully taking notes. She had tried to argue that she didn't need to be at a parent and teacher association meeting, but Madam Bustier had insisted that she had duties as class rep. Apparently, those duties were minute taking and making sure the tea and coffee were set out.

It was frustrating for any number of reasons - as Ladybug she needed to be available, she was a kid, she could be designing - but especially since Cass had come to visit for a couple of days. She'd only known her older sister for a couple of months and it was the first time Cass had come to Paris.

So, yes, even though she was definitely the class representative, she was fairly sure that she wasn't supposed to be in this meeting. Most telling was the fact that no other class reps were at the meeting with her. And she had tried to bring it up with Madam Bustier, but the woman had just waved her hand and told her that she understood the duties of a class rep better than she did.

She was jerked out of her reverie when she heard Principal Damocles mention the charity and fundraising efforts of the classrooms. Not only was this something she had been put in charge of in her classroom but he was getting it all wrong. She couldn't help herself, before she knew what she was doing, she stood up and raised her hand.

“And the kids have been doing indiv- Miss Dupain-Cheng?” Damocles seemed astonished to see her in the room, let alone to see her interrupting what was probably a carefully rehearsed speech. “Do you need to be excused to the restroom?”

“Ah, uh, no Monsieur, I was just wondering where you got the information about our class charity projects? Because that isn't at all what we've been doing, as I'm sure the parents in the room are aware,” she said, glancing around at the adults closest to her and getting a couple of nods. 

She then proceeded to list the numerous activities that the class had undertaken recently, ending by pulling up the email she had sent to Bustier with the comprehensive outline of each event and the amount raised. The room dropped into a dead silence when she finished, people swinging around to stare at Bustier.

“Well, thank you so much for sharing, Marinette,” she said at last, beaming. “I'm so glad you decided to join us after all, aren't you?”

“Decide-?” Marinette was cut off by Principal Damocles calling the room to order and she felt thoroughly fed up. Why was it that all of the other class representatives got to be normal kids and she had to do this? And this was on top of her already overwhelming duties as Ladybug, and the work she was doing with Jagged and trying not to have a complete breakdown because she couldn't let Hawkmoth win.

She stayed until the end of the meeting, racing out of the room as soon as she could. She was determined that next time Bustier tried to force her to do a job she knew wasn't meant for her, she was going to put her foot down. If she had to have Chat Noir on call as back up to ensure Bustier didn't get akumatised, she would.

“Hey Cass, I'm so sorry I'm late,” she shouted, bursting into the bakery. She pulled up short when not only Cass, but a dark haired boy as well, looked up. He was handsome, his darker skin tone contrasting with his vivid green eyes, and Marinette felt like he was staring straight into her soul.

“It's okay, Mari, I got your message,” Cass said in that slow way of hers, making Marinette wilt slightly in relief. She carefully made her way over to the pair, saying hello to her parents as she went. “Marinette, this is one of my American brothers, Damian. Damian, this is my half sister, Marinette Dupain-Cheng.”

“It's nice to meet you, Damian,” she said in English cheerfully, sticking her hand out in what she knew to be a traditional American greeting. He accepted it warily, and she beamed up at him. Like most people he was taller than her, albeit slightly. His hands were warm and dwarfed hers enough that she marveled at the size difference. 

“Tt, Cass has told us about you and your family. We were surprised to hear she had a sister in France,” he said back, making Marinette's smile falter. It was clear, at least to her, that the boy didn't like her and she wasn't sure what she could do to change that. She glanced at Cass who looked at Damian disapprovingly.

Cass’s hands started moving in sharp, jerking motions, clearly communicating something to Damian. It fascinated Marinette - this must be American Sign Language! She tried to follow along, but it was too fast and she couldn't make sense of what the motions could mean. But Damian watched her closely before sighing and turning back to Marinette.

“I apologise if that was rude. We have been waiting for some time for you and whilst Cain has explained it is not your fault, I find it ridiculous that you did not manage your time better,” he said, and Marinette got the feeling he knew he was being rude, but was used to saying whatever he wanted anyway. Cass facepalmed behind him.

“Well I find it ridiculous that you hijacked a visit from my sister and then complained about the reception you received,” Marinette said sweetly, her smile edged with a challenge. Damian's eyes narrowed and she tilted her head towards him, inviting him to continue, if he dared.

“Tt, i was not complaining and I did not ‘hijack’ this visit. I happened to be in town to visit this branch of my father’s company and Cain informed me she was visiting at the same time,” Damian sniffed, although there was an amused tone to his voice now. “But I see your point that neither of us are aware of the other's circumstances. Please, accept my apology.”

“Of course,” Marinette grinned, flushing when Damian sent her a crooked smirk back. She was reminded, abruptly, that he was not in fact there to see her when Cass cleared her throat pointedly, although she looked amused. “Sorry Cass! Okay, so the tickets I got for the Eiffel Tower are good for any time, but I did only buy two. Did you both want to go and I can meet you afterwards?”

“It is fine, Cain informed me of your plans and I am scheduled to be at the company shortly in any case. I have no illusions that this will be my last trip to Paris and I will make sure you are aware of any future plans. But I shall hope to meet with you both for dinner?”

Cass and Marinette both assured him that they would be there, before heading off to do some sightseeing.

[a-url-that-exists]

okay I'm gonna whine about something petty and stupid and frankly i shouldn't even be complaining first world problems yada yada

last year i missed the crane wives concert. They were performing the same day as a band competition and i couldn't go.

This year when i got the Spotify presale, i jumped on it and bought the tickets for me and my mom. (Or rather, asked my mom to do it and paid her back.)

And then my mom got vip tickets.

And i told her that this upset me. It was so much more money, and for what?

And her answer was that i couldn't handle normal concert seats, and this would be better, and she was looking out for me. The VIP seats were isolated and you'd get to have personal space and you'd be able to see unobstructed, and get food more easily, and it even had a private bathroom right nearby. Besides, having more expensive tickets means that they'll be more eager to accommodate us and treat us better.

I reiterated that i did not like this, did not ask for this, did not want this, that it was a waste of money, and would be a worse experience. She'd already bought the tickets, she said, she couldn't go back.

So we went tonight. The vip seats were less comfortable (bar stools). Our view was obstructed by people who apparently had a higher vip level. Food was not easier to get, it was ridiculously expensive and i didn't even want to eat anyways, we'd grabbed fast food on the way there. Also, i don't use public bathrooms. Not in the way normal people do, where they don't go to the bathroom if they can avoid it/can comfortably wait. I will literally be about to piss/shit myself but i can't use a public restroom because of gender. VIP bathroom doesn't help me. It does however help her.

I got concert tickets because i wanted to go to a concert. Be around people like me, have crowd energy, be obnoxious and loud and boisterous and have a great time. She decided that instead of doing that she was going to spend stupid amounts of money, hold it over my head, and claim it was for my benefit. It wasn't. I pointed out that it was for her benefit.

She could've just admitted it. It would've been fine. She could say, "i don't like crowds, and i need easy access to a bathroom." It would be easy. But no, she has to pin it on my autism, and claim that this is what's better for me, and that i don't know what i can handle, and call me ungrateful even though i never wanted this, explicitly told her three months in advance that i didn't like this. And like, it's whatever, at the end of the day i still got to see my favorite band live, and now i know for sure that i want to actually go to a concert in a real way, but. Urgh. And she's being such a bitch about it! I pointed out that that's like the worst way to do a concert and she was like "you could've gone down there at any time" and i was like no???? That's not how that works??? There aren't seats for us down there???? Because your stupid ass bought seats in VIP? Like... be so fucking for real

god. I would've loved it too. I would've had such a good time.

[thegreatimpersonator]

it's the noah kahan concert anon again! if you don't mind could i ask a few questions? since it's my first concert ever, i'm a little nervous. like what time should i get to the venue, are there any bag restrictions and what are some general things i should expect/prepare for? also, i am going by myself! super excited, but that makes me a bit more nervous

omg im so happy to help! so the time you get to the venue depends on what time it says that specific show starts, and that usually means when the opener goes on- no the main act. lets say it says it starts at 8, im sure you wanna be one the safe side and arrive in plenty of time to park, check out the merch, use the restroom, etc. so i'd get there at 7- an hour before it starts if you also wanna see the opener.

bag restrictions are specific to each venue so your best bet is to just google the name of the venue + 'bag policy' and a link to their website page with that info should pop up.

specific things that i've learned:

if it's in the summer (which in this case and if you live in North America then yes) i'd bring a foldable fan! you just get them on amazon, they'll fit in most small bags. it can sometimes get hot so it's nice to have.

drink plenty of water beforehand! i usually drink plenty while I'm home and then stop about 2 hours before i leave so i dont have to use the restroom badly during the show, plus i keep a bottle of water in the car for the drive back (you can always get water at the venue, but be prepared for it to be very expensive lol).

bring a portable phone charger for your phone and remember to charge it up beforehand! just a good thing to have.

this may be controversial, but i dont like waiting in traffic at the end of shows for 1+ hour, i leave during the last song. this is completely up to you and if you wanna stay then stay! but just know traffic afterward is gonna be rough.

i like to buy my merch beforehand the show rather than after, they tend to run out of sizes the later you go.

comfortable shoes! wear shoes you wear often and know you can stand a long time in and walk a decent amount in.

my bag normally consists of: a small wallet with 1 or 2 credit cards, some change and like $20, the portable charger, the fan and my keys. thats really all i've ever needed.

the noah show i went to was so calm and peaceful, i think it's a great show to be your first! you'll have so much fun and if you have any other questions i'd be happy to help!

[fxllen-rxse]

//The frustration is so real.... Here comes a work vent... If it's not you're thing, just ignore. I'll delete later, but I'm desperately needing to get this off my chest.

I've never been so utterly frustrated with work.

We have a young clerk that we hired back a little over a year ago. She's 21 now, has a one year old and is dealing with the kid's father, who is younger and cheated on her. So he's not really in the picture, so to speak. She lives with her mom right now.

She worked here when she was in school, but when c/vid hit, the owner "furloughed" her and someone else. Both ended up quitting. She was hired back when we had someone else quit last year since she was already somewhat trained.

Was fine at first, but her attitude towards others, we have learned, isn't the best. We've had mentions that she has been rude and at least 1 customer literally said that she has the personality of a tree. She has also been "written up" once or twice before.

She is currently less than part time so she can keep her state health insurance.

I've given her the benefit of the doubt, of course. Maybe it's just being blown out of proportion, but as time went on, she's become more and more flaky and undependable. Almost every pay period since she's been back she has missed a day a two. Either due to her kid or herself constantly being sick, which I get. It happens, but it's become such a regular thing anymore. Sometimes she'll also say she has some kind of emergency and is very vague about details and when or if she will be at work, which gives us little time to get coverage for her, if any. One time she was supposed to cover for someone on Saturday, but the day of, she was suddenly sick. This has happened on more than one occasion.

When she does mark herself off, she tends to either forget to tell anyone or just assumes it's fine. For example, a couple days prior, she half heartedly mentions that she won't be in on a Monday because it's her son's first birthday and it's special. Mondays are normally busy and she didn't even mark it down.

On top of this, she is supposed to take 30 minute lunch breaks. She marks herself down for such, but spends an additional 20 or so in the restroom afterwards. It might as well be an hour, but it's clearly not marked that way. Let alone the fact that she just randomly disappears in the middle of stuff for the same amount of time without saying anything multiple times per day.

So recently, several of us has voiced our frustrations with her. My husband, who is mostly in charge of the scheduling, talked with the owner, who already isn't fond of her because she has a nose ring, among other things. Supposedly he just wanted to fire her, but they're going with another approach. Getting fazed out, in a way. She will get her hours cut starting next week when school is out and two of our other employees can actually show up and work.

My husband informed her of this last Wednesday, after she somehow suddenly became sick and wanted to leave at 3. Afterwards, she left upset, and later texts him asking if she were to "accept" these new hours, which would be 3-6 m-f (because she doesn't want to work Saturdays, which is just 9-1), if she could get a raise...

When I was told about this, I couldn't wrap my head around it.... So she wanted more money for less work?!! And the fact that she assumed it was a choice?? I'm just.... I don't....

I have worked here for more than ten years and I don't think I've ever dealt with this amount of stress with another clerk. I am also a clerk. I am full time and, anymore, I feel like I'm babysitter when she's here just to make sure she isn't rude with people.

Maybe this is selfish of me. I'm older than she is, obviously. I have no kids and don't plan on having any, but as someone who doesn't and has had to work since I was 18, lost 2 parents at 20, and moved out shortly after to get away from my abusive step mother, I've been fortunate enough to work my way up to this point where my husband and I are stable with money and stuff and still have some luxuries sometimes. It wasn’t easy by any means.

And to some extent, I have some of my mom's leftover life insurance money to thank for a few things, but aside from that, neither of us were never just handed anything. We both have had to work our asses for this.

I will admit, her situation sucks all around. We have at least one tech who is against the idea of cutting her hours. He told my husband that it's "evil" and she's just a kid.

Maybe I am selfish. I have no kids and I don't know what it's like, but it's increasingly difficult for me to feel sorry for someone who's work ethic is almost nonexistent and just thinks she can get away with being paid more for doing as little as possible. Let alone made some poor life choices. I hate that I have think of it this way and I feel terrible, but I'm just frustrated to no end anymore.

[mithliya]

Hi Mena. This is gonna be long. I'm an 18 year old girl and it's been a year since I'm utterly unable to study. I've dedicated my childhood and most of my teen years to studying mostly, to the point where I barely leave the house for any other reason than to go to class and school. My elementary school was especially vicious even though there was no need for me to spend most of my childhood studying to the point where my homework wouldn't end even at night. I was insanely stressed because the amount of homework they gave us was so much that I'd call my friend 6, and yes 6 times a day to make sure I haven't missed any homework. Teachers at elementary would usually take advantage of the quiet students' lack of self confidence and unconditional politeness to be absolutely vile to me and quiet students like me. They'd legit passive aggressively or aggressively lecture me for an hour for something I had no part in and was done by my other, more confident and vocal classmates who'd clap back at the teacher if lectured. Once one of them beat me and my friend up for using the restroom at the same time. No we didn't goof around. We just used the restroom and came back...and she gave us the permission for it!! Students were vicious to each other and even more vicious to me as I couldn't stand up for myself. That's my fault, but anyways. I do not know if I should blame the teachers, but some of them visibly self harmed in our presence and now that I'm older, I realize they had sadistic tendencies too. But I don't think that's their fault. I hope they're doing better now.

Fast forward to high school, the homework was still too much, still had shitty classmates, but at least they didn't attempt to murder me twice. But teachers were excellent! They didn't try to bond with us or have heart to heart talk with us about anything. Didn't try to act like we're their children. Didn't pretend to care about us. Didn't do "tough love" or whatever the fuck that means; they just didn't let anyone disrespect them and that's it. Didn't act like they owed us anything other than teaching. Didnt try to teach about morality or religion. They'd teach, help us with our academic problems, and then just leave. It might sound bad, but I don't care. I loved my teachers for being teachers, for being good at their jobs, not more or less. I'm still in contact with some of them and they are absolutely awesome. I told about my experiences in elementary school to my classmates and they told me to stop midway because it upset them. That was when I understood what I experienced wasn't normal.

In Corona, our online education was basically torture as it lagged 13 times per session, so I had to study on my own. Now the school is finished. I haven't had legitimate education for I suppose two years now, and I'm actually privileged to not be one of the girls in villages who can't and couldn't afford the technology to be connected to the exams at the very least, and had to give up on education. My heart absolutely goes for them, but I'm powerless.

But still. I'm struggling, and I'm tired of hiding it. Being a student was most of my identity. It was and is more important to me than being the daughter of my family, or being a sister to my little sibling. That was my most important identity. Please tell me how I can go back to studying the way I did? Im overwhelmed by bad memories when I try to study and I struggle to breath. I can't stand the sight of books anymore, and I'm being shamed and called lazy for it. I can't enjoy the subjects I used to enjoy. I didn't sacrifice everything that I did to be a jobless woman who will have to rely on a culum who will legally have the right to my body and more than half of my life choices under the law. Actually, my father, despite being very misogynistic on a lot of instances, cared about me enough to have a heart to heart with me and tell me what's up, instead of trying to marry me off and tell me it's safe to rely on men. He was honest with me, he told me as it is, and his biggest fear is me relying on my potential SO, and I'm privileged for it.

Now...how do I get back to studying? Do you have any suggestions? I can't bring up my issues anymore because it's used against me to justify barring women from education, while boys can unashamedly drone about their struggles with school.

your reaction to studying honestly sounds a lot like your former experiences with education deeply traumatised you. bad associations, what sounds like panic attacks, being flooded with negative memories… that’s either trauma or anxiety rooted in trauma. if seeking a therapist to help break these associations and instead associate positive things with studying is not a possibility for you, then i guess you’d have to break that association yourself. the way i’d suggest doing that is to break it down to very small steps. if you can’t stand the smell of books, would you be able to stand the smell of certain books or some papers or sth else? or perhaps have books around you (the kind u can smell) & do something positive & that u enjoy while smelling the scent of the books. this’ll at least help you not associate the smell of books with something deeply negative. the same can be said for other aspects, like if studying itself is automatically associated with negative memories for u is it possible to perhaps break down studying into very small sections, ensure you do it in a happy + safe environment and reward yourself before, after, & in between the study session? while doing these things, it also helps to write yourself notes about how it felt, if negative think of how you could think of the situation differently or feel better about the situation. if positive, make note of that too bc it’s good to show urself that its nothing too bad nor out of reach. basically i’m suggesting that u try to condition urself into associating studying with positive things rather than the very negative experiences you’ve had. it’s hard to do it on ur own, but it’s possible. trying to be consistent with this pattern and with the positive things you make the situation better with can help. besides that, practicing mindfulness around it can help. for example just dedicating some time to focusing on a book (look at it, hear the sounds it produces when u flip it and such, smell it, feel it… can’t taste it for obv reasons). while that sounds boring & dumb it can perhaps make u also associate book smells less with negative things.

those are the tips i’ve got off the top of my head but honestly it’s probably easier to find a therapist who perhaps specialises in therapy against phobias (such as exposure therapy) bc they generally can figure out how to break it down into smaller steps (better than i can at least dhdhshs). if thats possible id advise that above u trying to do it alone (requires a lot of discipline which i personally do not have & strength too). idk if that helps and i cant think of any other tips so if anyone has better advice.. pls feel free to help here 😭

[keefwho]

September 29 - 2023 Friday

6:31pm

I'm doing this funny little thing I do, and used to do to a much greater extent. My tummy is a little bit upsetti tonight but not a lot, something I'd consider normal even. But sometimes I'm susceptible to thinking about worst case scenarios. In this case I don't even know what that is. I know I can't be sick. It's almost impossible that it's food poisoning. So I don't know what I'm afraid of. Feeling bad I guess? Also I'm worried this headspace will carry over to tomorrow when it will really matter since I'm getting my groceries. I told myself I have to go no matter what and thats what I intend to do. I know there is nothing to be afraid of. My "fears" are always unrealistic and obscure. Tomorrow I intent to keep that in mind when I gotta go to town. It's only a 3.5 hour trip, not actually a long time. As shown last time, I can easily go that amount of time without having to use the bathroom which is something I'm nervous about. Only because I really don't want to use a public restroom unless its just to pee maybe.

I know tomorrow I'll be okay. My brain tricks me into thinking that suffering will last forever or will always get worse. I need to remember that I'm being lied to.

11:47pm

Today was okay, I was worried I wouldn't stay on task like the past couple of days but planning exactly what I was going to do in the morning paid off. Breakfast was a bologna sandwich with baked beans. I also woke up to a pretty decent scan of my room that rendered overnight so that's good, still tidying it up though. The stream went okay, I got pretty frustrated at both the YCH I had to do and my friend who is always correcting me on basically everything. It's something I've noticed for awhile and today it was bothering me. We watched the final episode of Courage which made me tear up more than I thought it would.

After stream I did a very good job cleaning. I put away my clothes, wiped down my entire kitchen area, and vacuumed. Right after I did my whole workout very diligently. Lunch was a bowl of tuna spaghetti while I watched the Fionna and Cake finale. The show in general blew my mind and gave so much grand lore that I wanted. It also left a lot open in a way that is obviously set up to explore later.

I admit I didn't do all my afternoon work but I didn't feel the need to. I did some good sketching and my friend wanted me to play Roblox with him which I also wanted to do since I knew he wouldn't be playing long. So we did that for a little bit before I left the call and was just chilling. My tummy started behaving weird around this point. I was basically waiting for Daisy to be free because I wanted to chill before VR and play my new game Tiny Atolls. She alerted me when she got in VR and then we had a nice little night of hopping places. It seems like neither of us knew what we wanted to do at first. We tried a couple Halloween mazes which were meh and tried joined off some people. My tummy hurt and I didn't quite feel the socializing mood but it got better. At around the time we were in the Namco museum I started to get in the right mood and had a lot of fun. At some point 570 joined and we hopped a couple places before getting off for the night. Daisy watched me play my new game as she went to sleep and it was cozy.

I'm not feeling so nervous about tomorrow anymore since I feel better now. I also know this can't keep being a problem, it just can't be. I have to get over it eventually to the point where it won't even be a second thought. So I'm trying not to get into a weird headspace where I overthink. Tomorrow I'm gonna wake up and shower like usual before doing a chore not much harder than any other. It has it's own benefits too like how interesting it is to see other people for once and I get nice things like a coke icee and fast food. Last time went smoothly so that gives me my hope for tomorrow. I also always have Daisy I can text if things get iffy. I'm not trapped.

I really want to get better about knowing what I want to do. I don't want to be boring, I want to be able to be the entertaining one if I have to be. The one that can find something to do when there are no other ideas. I think I usually know the kinds of things I want to do but I instinctively dismiss them.

[nicejacketsstuff]

A Facebook memory popped up today for me and made me want to write this story down so I never forget it.

3 years ago today was the LA premiere of girl on the third floor. You are darn right I went!

It was at the egyptian theater and I was on my way to the restroom when punk arrived with AJ/April and a few friends. He was taking photos at the step repeat.

I politely waited to the side and we caught eyes. Allison, did he recognize you? Well, I was at starrcast just a few weeks earlier and he was tickled pink to sign my girl on the third floor promo poster that the director had all the rest of the cast sign for me at monsterpalooza. At starfcast punk made sure I got all his promo items there even though I was not supposed to get them and we talked for a good amount of time. At starrcast,I told him I was going to be at the premiere in LA and he said "rad! I can't wait for that!" I really was not expecting him to recognize me though. Why would he? I shook it off thinking I was just imagining it.

Anyways....we caught eyes and we started to walk over to eachother. A group of 4 guys in CM Punk shirts mobbed him and totally just walked right in front of me. Rude! Punk was obviously peeved by this. Not that they came up to him but because they just kind of pushed me to this side to try to get to him. The theater is very small and we were already inside. You didnt need to fight to get by him. He was being very social. He barely gave these guys the time of day but did sign a thing or two for them before he got them to go away. The lesson there is just be nice people! It could earn you some more time with punk!

I was nervous to talk to him now because normally my husband is with me and steps in if I get too anxious or start to ramble on but he was in the theater in our seats. I was originally just going to the restroom when this all started.

As he finally was directly in front of me he says "you made it!" I was floored that he did recognize me after at all. We talked about this and that and he mentioned how he was nervous. I asked him why. He said "because April hasn't seen it yet". I told him I am sure he had nothing to worry about and that the movie would be great. He said "I hope so". I asked if I could get a picture and he said of course. I'm 5'3 so a short little thing. I put my arm out to take the photo and he said "here..." and he took my phone and stretched his arm out to take the picture. It isnt the best photo in the world (pun intended) but he took it.

He ended up sitting directly behind my husband and me in the theater to watch the movie. He threw a little popcorn at us at the start and then we all got into the movie. It is gross and unique and strange and has punk in his underwear. I was sold.

After the movie. He did a brief q&a. I gave AJ a thumbs up and she smiled and waved. I wasn't sure how she would feel about people coming up to her. Lots of folks were taking pictures with her though. Punk was taking pictures with people as well. He spent a lot of time there. Again, the theater is small so limited people and hell...it was his night! Hopefully he felt all the love being shown to him. We hung out a little more and when he came up to us I told him that the movie was great and he had nothing to be nervous about. He made the "phew" motion across his forehead. I introduced him to my husband and told him that he isn't really into to horror movies but came to support him with me. He shook my husband's hand and said "that's the key to a good marriage" and thanked him for stomaching through it. My husband said he liked it but gore gets to him. We all shook hands again and we went on our merry way.

The director I think had a bit to drink and when I went up to him to tell him how we enjoyed the film he mentioned to me that they were going to a bar. Was that an invitation? Maybe? We weren't sure so we decided to call it a night and not overstay our welcome. I was on cloud 9.

The next day punk was on LA radio promoting the movie and they asked how the premiere was. He said great and told a story about how it is so scary that the guy in front of him watching it kept biting his thumb nail. That was my husband! He doesn't like gore so he kept biting his thumb during those parts.

Long story short, CM Punk is a nice guy if you just are nice and respectful to him back. He's cute too.

[sanzuslvt]

Her|| PT one

pairings: dom fem reader, fem sakura tags: lesbian sex, some degrading, cheating, mentions of mommy

a/n: I'm gonna make another part to this I don't know when but its gonnainclude a threesom so be prepared 

wordcount 1.6k

The sudden closeness between sakura and Y/N was weird, but no one really questioned it. Sakura had a boyfriend and everyone thought you were straight. So the friendship that arose suddenly was pretty normal between you two. You were Naruto and Sasuke's roommate after all. In reality sakura was your secret lover and you were hers secret affair she wasnt gay but when she met you all of her feeling towards women poured into the passion you two shared especially in bed.

When did this all start. It was on the day that naruto and sasuke went on a mission together sakura was incharge of the hospital so she couldn't join them but she had yet to meet. Y/N. Sakura planned to go to Naruto and Sasuke's apartment to surprise them when they get back especially since she started dating Sasuke but instead she was met with the sexiest surprise she could get. As she knocked on the door, Y/N opened the door. She wore a black sports bra with a fishnet shirt covering the abs so eagerly picked out the holes in the fishnets. The sweats that she wore shaped her muscular thighs and her prominent waist making her seem irresistible.

Even the scars on her lower abdomen made y/n even more sexy then she was. Sakura was eyeing y/n down like this was the last time that she saw her, and all that she knew was that she wanted her. When y/n noticed who was at the door she smirked in delight she looked down at the adorable, blushing, petite, and but muscular woman below her she saw the way that she eyed her figure. All she knew was that sasuke was one lucky mother fucker.

“If you're gonna stare at least come in '' y/n said bringing all of the attention from sakura's daydream to a rushing halt.

“I'm so sorry i didn't expect you to be here” sakura said quietly

In your mind you knew what was coming and you know it would be hot

“Sakura chan why don't you come in? You're here for sasuke but he will probably be in, in about 45 minutes. Why don't you wait for him with me inside?”

y/n opened the door allowing a space for sakura to walk through she knew that sakura felt the tension that she did and she knew that the 45 minutes they shared would be fun. Sakura walked into the small apartment with about 3 rooms and 2 restrooms. The kitchen was almost spotless and it was extremely clean. She knew naruto and sasuke could never keep the room this clean so it must have been y/n. The way that Sakura could feel the stare on her body from behind was both extremely attractive and extremely nerve wracking. The tension in the air brought arousal to her panties and made her feel like the most special girl out there.

Sasuke was a good lover but he want passionate when he had sex with her it felt like her body wasnt being satisfied. As a kid Sakura loved Sasuke and it isn't wrong that she still does but the thought of him being her lover doesn't make her as excited as it used to. She loves him but she can't find the passion she used to. When sakura sat on the couch with y/n and saw the way that y/n carried herself it brought a spark to her stomach and gave her butterflies. The way she sat and the way that she talked it all turned her on. 

“So sakura… how are things going with sasuke. I know he is such a dick but he never stops talking about you.”

 “Its alright i haven't seen him in awhile so i was waiting for him to come back from his mission” sakura said while frowning almost like it really did make her sad that he wasn't there This brought visual disappointment to y/n face. She knew he was neglectful but she never thought he was like this to her. Sakura was so sexy with her beautiful figure and toned body. Even her beautifully shaped ass. How could he not be so attached to her like a leech. At that moment the animalistic urge took over y/n and she scooted close to Sakura. She put her hand on her toned but thick thigh and squeezed. Then she took her other hand and grabbed her chin bringing her face closer. At the sudden touch sakura moaned small but recognizable and this small gesture of arousal brought the grin to Y/N’s face. “Sakura when was the last time sasuke pleased you mhm” 

“Umm I don't know, '' Sakura said, flushed but the sudden touch of this fine woman she just met.y/n leaned in slower and slower till her lips were barley grazing sakura and then she went past and whispered in her ears.

“Sakura I think you do know you are scared of what's going to happen if you tell me. Because if you do, I'm just going to want to please you even more… Now tell me when was the last time Sasuke really fucked you.”

The sentence that y/n spoke to sakura was the last breaking point, the amount of sexual frustration that she had built up all into this one moment and she sprung on top of y/n capturing her lips on hers. The swift movement of y/n’s hands on sakura's body felt like an electric shock. Sakura was on top of y/n making out with her straddling her hips looking for friction and their kissing slowed but the passion in their makeout was different from everything sasuke gave her Sakura she could feel y/n touching ever peice of her that she could offer and Sakura wanted to feel good better the. has ever felt. “y/n this is wrong what if sasuke walls in.”

 sakura said separating from y/n’s lips and breathing hard from the lack of air “I can sense his presence from a mile away. We have time to get ready, and I have the time to make you feel so much pleasure when you're screaming my name.” As soon as y/n said that she flipped sakura on her back and held her down by her hips grinding into her heat. “Im going to fuck you harder then sasuke has ever fucked you” y/n then pulled her shirt down to reveal sakuras beautiful collar bones and tits that. They weren’t big but they were perfect and sat perfectly ���look at you sakura you are so beautiful if you were mine i would never stop touching you” y/n leaned down grabbing sakuras skin in her mouth sucking on it untill she was littered with purple marks on her chest and boobs sucking on her sensitive nipples of course they were in places where no one could see but slowly y/n made her way to sakuras pants. “y/n are you sure we can do this” “sakura we already are doing it” y/n then swiftly rubbed circles into sakura's clothed clit making sakura yelp

 “Sakura baby, you have to stay quiet for me. You don't want the neighbors hearing do you?” sakura slowly nodded no covering her mouth with her hand “good girl now help me take these pants off you love” y/n tears of sakura's pants are thrown to the side looking at the damp spot in sakura's panties. “Mhm you're really such a slut for me aren't you. Getting this over your boyfriend's roommate. You are such a bad girl for me aren't you” sakura covered her face in embarrassment by y/n’s words but another reason was to shield the fact that y/n’s degradation turned her on more than anything. 

y/n licked a smooth line up sakura's panties and made her way up to the hem of her undergarments pulling them down with her teeth she saw the mess that sakura was inside of her panties and this excited y/n more then anything. She grabbed sakura by her knees and pulled her legs apart staring at the beautiful heat oozing from her cunt. y/n then brought one finger to her cunt massaging her clit. Making sakura yelp is a pleasure. y/n then whispered in her ear. “do you want mommy to fuck you? You have to tell me or I wont know baby, I need you to tell mommy what you want.`` Sakura then said “please use your tongue. I want mommy to fuck me with her mouth.” y/n smirked from the sudden passiveness coming from sakura's mouth. 

She knew sakura was going to be a good fuck. And so she did what her baby asked for. Y/n brought herself lower on the couch to her crotch and grabbed Sakura's knees pulling them over her shoulders. She then placed her tongue flat on her slit and licked one strip up. Sakura tasted so good to y/n the sweetness from her cunt made her want to feast on her forever the way that sakuras moans filled the apartment and the way the sakura bucked her pussy on y/ns mouth almost fucking herself with y/n was so hot it made y/n moan on the spot.Sakura was so amazing that y/n nearly didn't notice the faint chakra of naruto and sasuke coming. 

she could tell that sakura was close and a few more minutes and sakura would be creaming in her mouth. But the boundary that sakura wanted was important so y/n pulled aways and told sakura ``looks like our time is up baby lets get dressed i'll take care of you when i have more time. Quickly Naruto and Sasuke came through the door. Sakura was dressed and tried to get up to hug sasuke. But when she got up she stubbled. y/n caught her in her arms making her secure “that was a close one baby try to walk for me… you dont want your boyfriend finding out whos really fucking you”. 

[haikyuu-appreciation-club]

hii!! this is actually my first time requesting so I'm a little bit nervous about this. but would it be alright to ask for hcs with hinata, bokuto, and iwaizumi with an s/o who has this irrational fear of when they're walking and they don't see the person they're walking with in front of them or beside them, they (s/o) automatically assume that the person they're with left them and starts crying or pinging their phone? and when they ask they're s/o about it, they tell them that it was because when they were younger their mom always made them walk in front of her when she's in a bad mood and younger them just thought that their mom made them do this so that she could abandon them and leave them to be lost? it's totally fine if you don't want to do it! ^^

• Hinata, Bokuto, + Iwaizumi W/ a S/O Who Has a Fear of Getting Lost •

warnings: descriptions of a panic attack

genre: comfort + fluff

characters: hinata, bokuto, + iwaizumi

a/n: i’m so sorry that these are crappy, it’s been so long since i’ve written hcs 

•Hinata•

hinata was beyond excited to bring you along with him to the winter festival

not only did he get to stuff himself full of good food but he got to spend the entire night spending time with you

being as eager as he was, he picked you up early from your house and dragged your intertwined hands towards the bright lights that shone down the road

the winter festival was an extremely popular event in miyagi so it wasn’t a huge surprise that when the two of you finally arrived, it was packed with people

hinata payed the large crowd no mind, too focused on the bright lights and the smells flying through the air to care about the amount of people

you on the other hand began to grow worried, with the extreme amount of attendees the chances of getting separated from hinata were through the roof

however, you decided to push away your worries so you could just enjoy the night, taking a deep breath to calm your nerves and reaching a hand out to grip onto hinata’s sweater

but nothing but the cold night air met your fingers as they curled back into your palm

in a moment of panic your gaze swept across the crowd, eyes growing wide when you failed to spot your boyfriend

with shaky hands you fished around in your bag for your cellphone, quickly scrolling through your contacts and clicking on hinata’s name

the dial tone blared through your ears as chants of ‘please pick up’ fell from your lips

after what felt like an eternity the line connected and you could’ve swore you let go of a breath you didn’t even know you’d been holding

“Y/N where’d you go? I turned around but you weren’t there. Stay put and i’ll find you, kay?”

the line cut off as quickly as it connected and you were left clutching your cellphone in the middle of the busy street

you manged to make your way to the sidewalk in your frightened state as familiar thoughts slipped into your mind

he had told you he was on his way to come find you but all your brain had registered was that hinata had left you and was never coming back

it wasn’t until you felt a warm hand on your shoulder that you were ripped from those thoughts

your glossy eyes moved from the cracked pavement to the bright grin that was spread across hinata’s face

“There you are! Sorry, i should’ve made sure you with me-”

he stopped his train of thought when he noticed the hurt painted across your face

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

“T-Thought you left me.”

his heart broke at those words as he slid down next to you and pulled you into a tight embrace

“I’m super sorry Y/N. I promise i’d never leave you on purpose. You mean so much to me and there’s no where else i’d rather be then right here with you.”

a sigh of contentment left your lips as you leaned into his touch, knowing he meant every word

“It’s okay Sho, i’m just glad you’re here now”

he beamed at you as he moved to stand up, extending a hand towards you

“Yup, and now that i am we can go have fun!”

the two of you spent the rest of the night laughing and smiling with one another, hand in hand as you stuck by each other’s side

•Bokuto•

bokuto was so excited to take you along to watch your first in-person pro-volleyball game

of course you’d attend his games before but this was the first time you’d be able to see a professional game from somewhere other than his living room television

you were pretty fired up too, growing to love the sport just as much as bokuto did during your relationship with him

the two of you walked into the stadium hand in hand, bokuto rambling in excitement as his eyes trailed across the environment

you followed his gaze, looking about the huge structure around you and the many people that wandered throughout it

you knew professional games were obviously popular but you didn’t expect it to be so crowded

you were growing nervous, subconsciously squeezing bokuto’s hand out of habit as your sight shifted from one person to the next

bokuto’s eyes wandered to you due to the increased amount of pressure youd applied to his hand, wondering what had you so fidgety

“What’s wrong Y/N? Something bothering you? Oh, do you have to go to the bathroom? I’ll show you where it is!”

before you could protest, you were being dragged towards the direction of the restroom

it’s not as if you could turn down bokuto’s offer after he gave you such a confident smile at the door to the bathroom, so you gave him a quick hug and walked in

it was much more peaceful behind the closed doors, the soft music drowning out the anxiety that had previously overwhelmed you

after spending a believable amount of time in the restroom you turned to examine your appearance in the mirror once more before stepping outside

your gaze imminently wandered to the place where your boyfriend had stood prior

only to find that he was no longer there

your eyes quickly darted around the area, head turning almost painfully fast in attempts to scout out bokuto, but it was no use

your chest began to tighten as your breath picked up in pace

you felt light headed, dizzy, and so incredibly lonely

why did he have to leave you here? where could he have gone?

you stumbled, attempting to grip the wall to steady yourself but you missed

before your head met the floor you heard the crinkle of wrapping as a large hand gripped at your arm

you sank to the floor with the figure before you were wrapped in a comforting hug

“Y/N, it’s okay, i’m here. Just try and breathe for me, okay? Look, you can listen to my heartbeat too!”

your head was lightly pushed up against bokuto’s chest as his heartbeat filled your ears

slowly, your breath began to match the soothing sound as you came down from your breakdown

once your breathing had returned to normal bokuto pulled you away from his grasp and gave you a frown, hair falling with it

your eyes wandered around and moved from the sad boy in front of you to the snacks spread across the floor behind him

“I’m sorry Y/N, i just went to grab us snacks. I didn’t mean to scare you like that. I love you a whole bunch and i promise i’d never leave you all by yourself like that.”

your shaky hand moved to cup bokuto cheek as you gave him a soft smile

“It’s okay Ko, you’re here now and that’s all that matters. Now let’s go watch that game, kay?”

his grin returned as he pulled you into another hug

“Sounds good to me.”

The two of you made your way to the stands with snacks in hand and spent the rest of the day in each other’s company

•Iwaizumi•

you and iwaizumi decided to spend your sunday afternoon window shopping in the plaza near his home

both of you had things to purchase so it made the most sense to kill two birds with one stone and spend time with one another as you found what you needed to

your dates together were always like this, never too fancy but always giving you the opportunity to spend time with one another, which was more than enough for the both of you

the two of you walked side by side down the sidewalk, chatting and peering through windows at different merchandise on display

normally it wasn’t too packed when you came to visit the shopping center but it was the weekend after all and pretty close to a holiday so it was a lot more packed than usual

however, you decided to pay it no mind today, way too focused on that adorable bag you spotted in a bouquet the two of you had just passed to worry about something like a crowd

you turned to tap iwaizumi on the shoulder so you could drag him to the shop, only to realize he wasn’t next to you like he had been prior

in fact, as your gaze wandered about the crowd you found that he was nowhere in sight

imminently, panic began to set in as tears pricked your eyes

he was gone and you had no idea where he could be in this sea of people

and although this wasn’t intentional on iwaizumi’s part, your brain told you that maybe he wanted to leave you stranded on the busy streets

your sniffles turned into quiet sobs as you cried into your hands, eyes still trying to find your boyfriend through blurry vision

swiping at your tears didn’t help your search either as muffled hiccups began to escaped your lips

you were about to completely give up and breakdown when you heard your name being called out somewhere in the crowds of people

eyes widened as you began frantically looking around for the source of the familiar voice and soon enough you spotted iwaizumi running towards you, a concerned look on his face

you sprinted towards him, sobs still wracking your body as you arms found their way around his torso, burying your face into his broad chest

he returned the embrace, holding you tightly as he felt your hot tears wet his grey t-shirt

“It’s okay Y/N, i’m right here. I’m so sorry, i’m not going anywhere i promise. I love you so much and id never leave you like that.”

after some time your sobs returned to mere sniffles in iwaizumi’s grasp

you felt safe and content knowing that your boyfriend was in arms reach once more

once you’d calmed down, the two of you continued your shopping, iwaizumi holding your hand just a little bit tighter this time around

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[onmykneesforhotdilfs]

Oooh i'm gonna with #3 please! And Valtor as a bartender.

He truly loathed his job.

The disgusting smell of cheap drinks spilled on the bar mixed with the stench of sweat and cheap perfume, from grinding bodies on the dancefloor and humping barely-legals in the corner, made him nauseous. The music was loud to the point his heartbeat developed arrhythmia whenever a bass boosted song played through the obnoxious sound system. To make matters worse, one of the speakers was set directly above the bar and Valtor was sick of buying earplugs every week, because if he didn’t use any protection, he’s pretty sure he would go deaf before he hit 40 and he once again cursed himself for forgetting them at home.

A particularly high note came on, and the crowd cheered while Valtor cringed as he felt the microscopic hairs in his ears, sensitive to high notes, shrivel up and die. He rolled his eyes as he spotted a tall blonde dragging taller brunette towards the restroom. Apparently, couples basically dry humping each other on the dancefloor and sucking their faces off in the corners wasn’t enough, so universe also decided to throw in a couple about to commit an indecent act in a public bathroom?

He was just about to call one of the bouncers when it hit him – he doesn’t care. Oh well. What can you do?

A woman, wearing something Valtor could only describe as lingerie, came to the bar and ordered a fruity cocktail and for the umpteenth time, he wondered how his life turned into this? How did he go from graduating on a prestigious college, having a stable job and a fiancée, to wiping down spit from the counter top on a Saturday night.

He used to be a successful attorney, his yearly salary reaching up to five-zero figure, a stable relationships, loving girlfriend and more, and yet, all of that collapsed under the enormous weight couple of words held.

His hands worked on autopilot, mixing the necessary drinks while his thoughts were miles away.

Now, whatever’s left of his past life lives in a small condo across the town and Valtor chuckled at the irony of life giving him lemons while he chopped one to mix it into the cocktail. He squeezed the juice out of the poor fruit, with probably more force than was necessary, getting some of it on his shirt in the process.

“What are you chuckling about?” The woman was leaning over the counter, her chest basically spilling out of her dress as she played with the ends of her dark hair.

Valtor raised an eyebrow as he bent down to retrieve one of the decorative umbrellas. “Nothing that would be of interest to you.” He saw her flinch in surprise at the rather sharp tone he unintentionally used. “Miss.” He added as an afterthought, hoping it would make him look less abrasive. Unhappy customers don’t tip well after all.

“Oh. Well maybe it does interest me. You’ll never know unless you try.” The woman smiled flirtatiously while her fingers continued twirling the strands of her hair. “I’m Mitzi, by the way.” She offered her hand to him.

Valtor only quirked an unamused eyebrow. “I don’t remember asking for your name.” The smile was quick to disappear from her face and she snatched her hand back like it’s been burned.

He closed his eyes as his tongue, once again, proved to be faster than his brain. It’s what got him into trouble a lot of times and this one might’ve just taken a cake because if the girl went to complain to his boss, he’d be in a world of shit. “I was trying to be nice, but it seems to me you’re too much of an asshole to appreciate it.” Mitzi gritted out with obvious false confidence because a fierce blush was very much present on her face. This obviously didn’t happen to her a lot.

First time for everything, Valtor thought.

“What I would really appreciate, Mitzi,” Don’t do it, “is if you could stop your 36C's, that you stuffed into a 34B bra, from spilling all over my counter.” You absolute moron! “I have to wipe it.”

Now you’ve done it.

Mitzi turned even reader, and Valtor wondered if he should start dialing an ambulance just in case, but she only snatched the drink he placed in front of her and threw a 5$ bill in his face. “Jerk!” And just like that, she was gone.

“Have a nice evening!” Drop dead.

He rolled his eyes and took a glass that needed wiping just to occupy his hands for a minute because he felt like a coiled string, just about to snap and burn everything in its path.

“I have to say,” girl’s voice reached him, “you just fixed my evening.” Valtor lowered the glass to the solid surface and turned to face the owner.

His brain short circuited.

Though her body was mostly obstructed by the counter, he could see that the navy blue slip dress she wore draped beautifully across her slender figure. She was also incredibly short that even standing up straight, in what Valtor assumed were ridiculously high heels, she was at least head and a half shorten than him. But the most obvious, and striking thing about her, was her red hair. Valtor never even thought that hair could be as vibrant as hers.

In his almost 35 years of life, Valtor has never seen someone as interesting as the girl standing in front of him.

When he finally shook himself out of his stupor, and when it became painfully obvious he was making her uncomfortable with his gawking (really, there was no other word for it), he smiled and spoke. “Well, I’m pleased to hear that because it will undoubtedly ruin my life.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t worry about her reporting you.” She waved her hand dismissively. “Her ego is too big for her to accept she just got rejected.”

“You know her?”

There was something nostalgic in her smile. “I used to know her… or maybe I just thought I know her.”

Valtor observed the unusual girl in front of him. In his several years as a bartender and even before, he developed quite a knack for reading people. She seemed, to him at least, like one of those lost souls that recently had their world turned upside down but tried despite to appear normal. You and me both. “Would you like something to drink?”

Her head snapped up and her electric blue eyes met his. “Oh! Yes, um,” she fidgeted slightly, her hands wringing together and picking at her nails, “anything with vodka.”

He nodded and turned his back on her to find a bottle of the best vodka the club had to offer. He didn’t know why he suddenly paid so much attention to what he’s mixing into drinks but something pulled him towards this girl like gravity and he was too weak to resist it. “Straight?” He asked without turning around.

“Ummm, that’s a bit personal don’t you think? I mean, I just met you.” Valtor stopped what he was doing and turned his head so she could see the confused frown on his face. “I don’t even know your name. As far as I know you could be a serial killer.”

It downed on Valtor what she was talking about and he chuckled at her adorable rant. “I meant the Vodka.”

Her lips shaped into a silent “O" and he saw how her neck and face turned red from embarrassed. She moaned and buried her face into her hands. “Oh God, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay.” He picked the bottle and turned back around so he was facing her. He extended his unoccupied hand across the counter top. “I’m Valtor.”

She shook his hand, her hand incredibly small in his huge one, blush still present on her cheeks. “Bloom. And yes, straight vodka is fine.”

“I’ve only seen Russians drink vodka by itself.”

“I’m quarter Russian. My mom’s dad is from Russia.” Valtor nodded along as he fixed her a drink.

“Impressive.”

“it’s really not. It only made me the laughing stock of the entire class.” She took the glass filled with clear liquid, their fingers brushing together on accident, and Valtor felt a spark rushing up his nerve endings. “But, I can drink most people under the table so I guess I should be grateful.”

Humor was obviously one of the things she used to deflect the pain and trauma bullying inevitably caused. “Your hair is very… unusual. Natural?”

She nodded. “Yup. This is one of the things I inherited from grandpa.”

“Sorry if that made you uncomfortable, it wasn’t my intention.”

“No no, don’t worry.” Her lips wrapped around the edge of the glass as she took a sip and closed her eyes to savor the feeling of burning liquid sliding down her throat. “It’s actually one of the nicest things someone has said to me about my hair.”

Valtor looked at her with a small smirk on his face. “That bad, huh?”

“You don’t want to know.” Bloom tilted the glass and took a large swing of the drink, only a small amount remaining at the bottom. “What about you?”

Valtor shrugged. “What about me?”

“You have an unusual hair too.”

Indeed. His long strawberry blond hair was tied in a ponytail, but unlike herself, he loved his hair and didn’t particularly give a damn what anybody else thought about it. “I don’t really care about somebody else’s opinion and neither should you.”

“I’ve stopped that long time ago.” Valtor nodded towards her almost empty glass and she slid it towards him for a refill. “But you know, scars remain.”

He nodded. “That I do know.” Valtor saw another guy coming up to the bar so he excused himself. As soon as he moved away from her, the unpleasant sensations that accompany prolonged presence in a loud room came rushing back like a rogue train and Valtor felt the onsets of a headache forming. He served the guy and returned to Bloom who was now nursing her drink instead of knocking it back like the first time.

“So what’s a girl like you doing in a place like this?”

She quirked one eyebrow. “A girl like me?”

“Not to be rude, but this doesn’t seem like your cup of tea.”

She laughed. “It’s my friend’s birthday. She dragged me here against my will while promising she’ll stay with me the entire time. It took me turning around for her to vanish without a trace with her boyfriend.”

“That friend of yours,” he started, “wouldn’t happen to be a tall blonde dragging a brunette with her?”

“That’s her.”

Valtor made a face. “I don’t think you’ll be seeing a lot of her tonight.” His eyes slid to the direction of the restroom.

Bloom followed his gaze and she groaned when she saw where her friend went to. “Not this again.”

“Again? This happens a lot?”

“Unfortunately, it happens more than I would like to.” She rubbed her forehead.

“Right,” he drawled, “because who doesn’t like seeing their friends going at it.” Sarcasm was dripping from his words.

“How long have they been in there?” She asked while looking at her wrist watch.

“Fifteen minutes or so.”

“Damn animals. I’m never coming to the club with her again.”

An amused chuckle escaped him. “That’s not the first time you’ve said that, am I right?”

She smiled and took a sip of vodka. “Nope.”

Just as he opened his mouth to ask her another question, her blonde friend wrapped an arm around her shoulders. Valtor’s eyebrow did a backflip. How she managed to avoid detection while leaving the bathroom was beyond him.

“Damn Bloom, I leave you alone for five minutes and you’re already seducing hot bartenders!”

“Stella! First of all, I am not seducing anybody,” Maybe not intentionally, “secondly, it’s been almost twenty minutes and thirdly, what happened to your promise of not ditching me? And the moment I turn around, you’re already gone?”

Stella, if Valtor heeard correctly, giggled. “Oh live a little Bloom. Besides, it’s not like you were in a bad company.” Her eyes ran over Valtor’s form. “In fact, I wouldn’t mind taking a bite out of that.” She ogled Valtor like a piece of chocolate cake.

“I’m standing right here.”

“Okay, that’s enough for today! We’re going home.” Bloom grabbed her purse and was about to pull out her wallet when Valtor raised his arm to stop her.

“It’s on the house.”

“But Blooooom,” There was really no words to describe the sound that exited blonde’s mouth, “we just got here.”

“The fact that you're talking about having a threesome with a stranger says enough about your state.”

“I’m pretty sure Brandon wouldn’t mind.”

“Okay, time out. Let’s go.” She turned towards Valtor, a small card between her fingers. She leaned over the counter while one of her arms stayed behind, supporting her friend. “Thank you.” She slipped the card into his hand. “Call me if you wanna talk sometimes.” And with that, she spun on her heel and dragged Stella towards the exit.

Valtor stood in shock, not knowing how to react for a few minutes, staring at the business card in his hands.

Bloom Peters MD.

He shook his head, hand safely pocketing the precious cargo before he picked up the glass she’s been drinking from and turning around to wash it. The sound of retching caused him to turn around in time to see some wasted man empty the content of his stomach on an obnoxious red carpet. The stench of vomit mixed with other delightful aromas and Valtor was once again reminded how much he hated his job.

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Let's be real rich bitch high school johnny never had a job as a teenager, so while I would love to see this in that period between the end of the '84 AVT and graduation, that really only works if Daniel's the one working the counter, so. I'm going to say the setting is at some point in the 90s (for the purposes of NINY/Shootfighter era looks? maybe_so.jpg). My heart wants this to be them existentially lost in NYC honestly but the kk universe loves Cali so fine.

Johnny's working at some discount dine-in movie theater, the kind that plays movies that have already been played out at the expensive theaters - was Palm Cinemas just a florida thing? bc that's what I'm picturing. Daniel's still just at the beginnings of his career so he doesn't make enough to be going to matinees at the AMC or whatever yet, but he decides to take his (ultimately very unimpressed) date out to see something at Johnny's theater. Johnny sees him and pulls a flip of CK Daniel's car repair - let's them swipe his employee pass for free tickets bc god knows Daniel will need the help to show his date a good time. This is, in keeping with How Johnny Is As a Person, both actually genuinely a gesture of generosity bc maybe he does feel a little bad about high school, but delivered with a lot of healthy antagonism. Also LaRusso's seeing him at work so he's gotta maintain the upper hand here.

Naturally this sets Daniel off though because he's incapable of not reacting to Johnny so while his date pulls him away because they're about to miss the previews (the most important part), he's back out within like ten minutes. Most movie theaters set up their showtimes to where all the shows start around the same time - at which point the concession stand is frantically busy, and then there's an hour or so lull while the movies are running where it's just people getting refills or using the restroom. Daniel comes out during the lull and starts bickering with Johnny who entertains and encourages it because frankly it's something to do. Johnny insults Daniel's taste in movies, Daniel tosses his popcorn at him, a cup of soda is spilled on Daniel's only nice tailored suit (his mom sent it over as a congrats on your new job! gift and he knows it was expensive and it's also ruined pretty immediately so this is why he never buys another nice suit. it was traumatic, all his suits from now on have gotta be forgettable and disposable, he'll never experience that heartbreak again etc.).

Johnny mops him up, his date comes out pissed that he missed literally the entire movie. Daniel ends up finding reasons to keep coming over - he still hasn't seen a single movie all the way through but he's gotten pretty handy at helping cover the counter when the manager starts glaring too hard at them.

@jknip2 okay I moved this to a new post because I wanted to address your fantastic tags and I was worried about bugging the OP:

#the thought of them just being so oblivious to the fact that theres maybe a reason they like picking on each other so much?

#johnny is having a crisis and hes like 'i like picking on this punk a totally normal amount and i Will Not examine this'

#the slow burn himbocity of it all

#what if... what if... johnny is like 'you never actually watch the movie.'

#and it becomes his mission to force daniel to sit through a movie in it's entirety but he cant do that while hes working

#so after theyve accidentally became friends he drags Daniel to a matinee on his day off and its Totally Not a Date

#he's just proving a point ok? OK.

LISTEN. you are a genius and so correct.

Okay, at one point when Daniel's perched on the concession stand tossing kernels into Johnny's mouth, he makes a joke about one of the films - lmao maybe even the nostalgia-run Iron Eagle screening the theater has going during one of the slow months. Johnny Cannot Stand for this slander and is like you have no right to critique movies when you don't even watch any and Daniel's like ugh whatever I just don't have time for movies anymore all I do is work and it's so disappointing to invest a good two hours in a movie that's just a total flop.

So now Johnny's invested in showing LaRusso the Pleasures of Bad Movies. Johnny starts refusing to talk to him at work and makes him get all his reports and stuff done at counter so he's free when Johnny's shift is over and he takes him out around town to all the little independent theaters to see every ridiculous cult classic and lets Daniel counterpoint with the foreign language romances he discovers he loves.

ALSO have just decided Daniel's date when they first meet is NINY Eric Stolz so Daniel's a little extra defensive and Johnny's in this limbo of like seeing Daniel with New Eyes and Potentiality that he both avoids thinking about but also starts leaning into and can't stop himself from being Boyfriend Johnny at the not-dates. And if they start stopping for pizza and then drinks after and then ending up at each other's place even later to show the other that scene was totally just a ripoff (homage!!!) of this scene in their favorite film and end up passed out all tucked in together on the couch, that's really nobody's business. They're just Close Good Friends.

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I'm obsessed with your target stories literally why is it like that. Please tell us a story u haven't told us before

well it’s like that because first of all it’s target and second of all it’s on hollywood boulevard and when you combine those two factors Chaos Ensues. unfortunately however i cannot remember which stories i have and have not posted before so you may have to stop me if you’ve already heard this one. but anyway the bathrooms at that target were the bane of my existence back when i still worked mornings. there are two toilets in the entire store and one of them is supposed to be staff-only at all times and the other is open to the public 15 hours a week aka 8am through 11am monday through friday. and the thing about the bathrooms is they’re right next to the downstairs guest services counter so whoever’s at the downstairs guest services counter is in charge of letting people in. and the other thing about the downstairs guest services counter is that whoever’s down there is also in charge of delivering drive-up orders. and the thing about me is i walk really fucking fast and they noticed this. so every time i was scheduled as the opener they’d want me at the downstairs guest services counter so i could do the drive-ups. and i HATED doing the drive-ups because not only does the app have like 10000 glitches on our end but also half the guests are too stupid to figure out how to use it correctly. but that’s not the point. the point is i’d always get stuck being in charge of the bathrooms.

and here’s the thing about the bathrooms. there is no sign that says they are bathrooms. they are taped over on the store maps and we have signs everywhere saying we don’t have public restrooms and that the closest public restrooms are a literal 2-minute walk away at the mall. and this tends to make people begin behaving like the joker and/or some type of ape because they feel like since we’re a target we should have restrooms available. nevermind the fact that we’re a) on hollywood boulevard where basically NO store has public restrooms besides the mall and b) a small-format target and small-format targets tend to not have public restrooms anyway. and i have heard that when we first opened we DID let anybody use the restrooms at any time but had to quickly shut it down because people were doing drugs in the restrooms, people were going in there to steal, people were leaving trash everywhere, etc. and there would be lines out the door of people waiting and employees would have to go all the way to the mall just to piss.

which brings us to the story. this was probably november when this happened and it was like 10 minutes before the restrooms were supposed to close for the day. and there were already two people waiting in line and the guy at the front said he’d knocked on the door and someone was in there(this will be relevant later). and all of a sudden here comes a man who is obviously not sober. and he’s like, “excuse me, where is the bathroom?” and i’m like, “it’s right here, but this is the line.” and he looks at me like i’m stupid and goes, “no, no, no. i need to use the baño.” and i say, very slowly and carefully, “sir, this is the line. you will have to wait for the people who are ahead of you.” and this time he gets it and goes to stand behind the girl who’s second in line. but he starts talking to her, complaining about having to wait, and i can tell that he’s making her uncomfortable(she is probably only like 19 and he is a strange disheveled man who is clearly under the influence of something essentially harassing her in line). and at that point hr guy walks past so i go over to him and i’m like, “hey, there’s a line for the bathroom right now and the first two are normal but i feel like the last guy might do drugs in there and he’s also bothering the other guests.” and hr guy basically just tells me to call AP if anything happens. and by now a suspicious amount of time has gone past without anybody coming out of that bathroom so i go over there and i knock on the door myself. nobody answers. i unlock the door. there is nobody in there and it turns out the first guy in line is just an idiot. so i let him in, the girl moves to the front of the line, and guy #3 wanders off. and then hr guy comes back and tells me he just talked to the store director and we’re closing the bathrooms a few minutes early today so that guy #3 does not get to go in there. and everything would have been fine then had a couple not overheard him and asked if they could also use the restroom really quick. to which he said yes like some type of idiot or fool.

and by this time the first guy in line has left the bathroom and the girl who was second has gone in. and hr guy has the couple stand where they can’t be seen from the main part of the store to wait. and then guy #3 comes back. and he sees that there are other people waiting for the bathroom and starts causing a ruckus because they “stole his spot in line.” and i’m like, “sir, they didn’t steal your spot. you left and they showed up.” and i’m on the walkie like, “[hr guy], that guy is back and he wants to use the restroom and he sees that couple and he’s mad.” and he’s like, “just tell him they’re allowed to use it because they got here before 11.” and i’m like, “he’s not gonna buy that because he was also here before 11.” and then the guy steps away again for a second, the girl who was in the bathroom comes out, and the girlfriend from the couple goes in. and then the guy comes back and sees the girl and starts yelling that he’s with her so he should get to use the bathroom first. and i’m like you’re not with her, she’s by herself, i saw you bothering her, etc. just long enough to distract him so she can get the hell out of there without him harassing her further. and then he goes over and starts trying to pry the bathroom door open. and i’m already calling AP at this point but they’re not answering. and now he’s trying to start a physical fight with the boyfriend and i’m worried that when the girlfriend comes out of the bathroom he’s gonna shove his way in there and stay in there for god only knows how long doing god only knows what. and AP is not responding to me at all so i go over there and physically put myself in between him and the boyfriend so he can’t attack him and also so that when the girlfriend comes out the boyfriend can get in without the guy interfering. and the whole time i’m on the walkie like, “AP can you PLEASE come to the bathrooms,” and the guy is hurling insults at me and trying to get around me so he can get to the boyfriend and/or the bathroom. and finally every lead in the place shows up along with AP and even the store director’s boss who’s there visiting and they get the guy away from the bathrooms and the girlfriend comes out and the boyfriend is able to go in and i apologize to both of them for that guy’s behavior and they in turn apologize to ME for that guy’s behavior. and unfortunately he’s still in the store because he’s claiming he’s ordered something at starbucks and they haven’t made it yet. so he goes over there and stands there yelling at the baristas for like five minutes straight until he gets his drink and then gets the hell out of the store. and i never saw him again but this incident was literally my joker origin story

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The Kiss Thief - Park Seonghwa Social Media AU

20. Chapter Sixteen: Happy Realisation✨ (Meant as a sarcastic remark to the Reader, wishing her Happy Realisation like Happy Birthday)

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The Special Weekly Segment, Weekly Flower Delivery had thoroughly infiltrated your mind with admiration of love and swooning until you remembered that you decided to justify your feelings about Seonghwa, with Seonghwa by talking to Seonghwa.

Oh, Park Seonghwa.

What are you going to say? For starters, you had few options you considered:

1) 'Hey! Crazy story. Remember when I liked you in high school but I think it was childish, so I'd like to know what are your present thoughts about it?'

Fairly normal but quite formal.

2) 'Hello there kind sir. Would you like discussing our past embarassing affairs, mostly the mortifying felony committed by me over a glass of liquor?'

It feels like you're asking for great lord's hand in marriage, one who owns expansive estates in the 1740s.

3) 'Hey, Seonghwa, so you know how we've been spending some time together and I have been thinking about us, together, as in a dating, you know what I mean?'

'You know what I mean?' What are you about to do? Transcend into a rap battle?

At the end, you considered it's best to say what feels appropriate at the given situation.

Hopefully, it's appropriate.

The Dazzling Night group is buzzing excitement of accomplishment after the special segment.

The atmosphere shifting from a rather intimate confession to a declaration of never fading love has successfully set a mood for the team to celebrate the well executed show with chicken and beer by the riverside at midnight.

Yeosang and Mingi leave before the rest and decide to get the food on the way to arrange a seating area for comfortable dinner.

The remaining ride in Seonghwa's car after he frantically arrived at the studio looking fresh and clean.

After a short ten minute ride, you breathe in the gusts of winds, carrying a gentle scent of the river.

The location is a little crowded for the night but might disperse as the clock ticks by.

It isn't difficult to spot the waving figures of Yeosang and Mingi in a quiet corner, keeping a safe distance from other groups for private, mostly chaotic conversations of the group.

Jongho collapses on the mattress within a second of spotting it.

"This is the life of a successful segment planner." He states with a deep inhale.

"Okay bragger, save this for later. I'm hungry." Mingi pushes the boy out of the mattress, rolling him onto the grass but Jongho has no plans of sitting straight.

Yeosang twists open a bottle with fizzle. "We need to make a toast."

The rest of you begin arranging your dinner in front of the widespread, breathtaking view of the river and the brightly lit bridge.

Seonghwa and you begin unpacking the boxes of variety of chicken while Hongjoong pours out drinks for everyone.

"A toast? Why? Are we already done with Dazzling Night for this semester?" Hongjoong comments without looking up.

Yeosang gives him a look. "C'mon, read the mood." He falls back beside Mingi. "Seonghwa loves giving speeches anyway. We love a sentimental mood setter."

You nudge the mentioned boy. "Oh? Then I'm looking forward to it too!"

He plops down and rolls his eyes. "For once can you guys stop ganging up on me?"

Your best friend props up his body lazily, supporting his weight on his arms. "Make a toast, make a toast, make a toast."

You snicker and shake your head at the lack of enthusiasm. "Wow, you surely want him to make a toast."

Hongjoong offers you a small cup of beer. "Okay then, would you like to make a toast instead?"

Taken aback, you study the amount of twinkling eyes settled on you. "Oh, hell no." You thrust the cup at the suggested person.

Seonghwa looks at you with dramatic betrayal written all over his features. "My knight in--" His eyes study your frame, "My knight in jeans and flannel, I thought you'd surely save me."

The entire group bursts out in laughter.

Placing a hand on your hip, you gulp down the contents of the small cup. "Why did the ganging up shift from him" You jab a thumb at innocent looking Seonghwa, "To me?"

Jongho simply shrugs. There's an evident satisfaction displayed in his slackened movements.

You feel comfortable as well.

You're used to, no, you are loving the playful bantering but god forbid, you'll never admit this out loud, especially in front of the teasing devil himself.

"Alright, alright" Seonghwa refills your empty cup and lifts up his big one. "Here's a toast to not even a week into Dazzling Night yet to the most talented group of people making everyone's night, especially each other's by working together and supporting each other. How's that for a sentimental toast?"

All of you raise your plastic cups in unison with a gentle 'cheers' and down the booze in one shot.

Mingi wipes his non existent tears. "Fantastic. I'd like to thank my mother, my father and mostly importantly the baby account I followed on instagram two weeks ago which gives me joy---"

He is unable to finish his speech of 'gratitude' as Yeosang shoves him away with a quick push, making the tall boy almost land sideways on top of sauce pouches.

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Throughout dinner, you simply cannot stop smiling or almost rolling over the grass.

It is truly a wild dinner.

One moment Hongjoong slaps away Yeosang's hand from stealing his well deserved chicken wing and another Jongho suddenly belts out a song to honour the evening, earning loud claps from the people seated nearby.

The conversations begin with Seonghwa and Hongjoong reminiscing their first meeting together, makes it's way through the emotional valley but eventually returns to the clowning station.

Time passes by quickly as you munch over different kinds of delicious chickens melting on your tongue with new flavours everytime you grab one from a different box.

Yeosang takes all the credit for the ten out of ten dinner and all the guys agree with the chicken maniac, as addressed by his friends.

As the night gets darker, people start disappearing slowly and you begin to notice the questionable amount of empty beer bottles lying around.

"I think I'm drunk." Hongjoong presses his temple with a wince.

Yeosang grabs the elder's arm and leans into his shoulder with a pout. "Yeosang wants to eat more chicken."

Jongho breaks into a fit of coughs while Mingi throws back his head, booming with laughter.

"Did he just refer to himself in third person?" Eyes wide, you turn to Seonghwa for an answer.

"Yeosang transforms into a cute little kid when he's drunk, he has a low alcohol tolerance." His cheeks are slightly tinted with the pink colour. You don't know if you should be trusting his tolerance either.

"Oh my god, I should totally make a video." Mingi pulls out his phone but Jongho is quick enough to snatch it.

"You don't want to see tomorrow's sunrise?"

Out of everyone, maybe even you, Jongho appears the most sober, as if he hasn't drank at all.

Hongjoong's hand gently pats the drunk one's back. "C'mon, it's getting late, let's go to the restroom and sober up so we can leave."

Jongho leaves his place with a sigh. "I'm going with those three, I think they need some supervision."

Seonghwa places down his refilled cup. "Good idea. I'll stay back with (y/n) and clean up."

You nod. It is indeed getting late.

The three drunk ones trudge towards the washrooms with a normal walking Jongho following behind.

"Let's clean this up, shall we?" You eye the mess scattered around.

As you try to lift your body with much difficulty, a hand wraps around your wrist and pulls you down causing you to yelp.

"But you wanted to talk." You breath hitches for a moment as he turns sideways to place his forehead on your shoulder.

Oh, how you had hoped for him to magically forget about it.

You lift up his head with the support of one finger. "Are you sure you aren't drunk?"

His hands pat his cheeks a few times. "Definitely not drunk." He inches a little closer. "So, tell me."

A chuckle leaves your lips at his attempts to appear sober. "Oh, well, I don't know how to bring this up and I'd rather talk if you will remember this tomorrow as much as I want you to forget."

His shoulders slump. "Oh, (Y/N), is this about our cute little history that you find embarassing."

"What? How did you know that? Wait, who told you---" You blabber out surprised and to deepen the surprise he places a finger on your lips.

"Hey, hey, calm down." His eyes land on the finger and he quickly retrieves it. He clears his throat. "I mean, it is a little obvious. I think it is obvious to everyone but you."

Your cheeks heat up a little at his statement. "Obvious? Okay, since it is that obvious. Yes, yes I am a little embarassed, maybe more than a little embarassed."

Seonghwa tilts his head to the side, an intense look in his eyes. "That's not what I meant (Y/N) but tell me what are you embarassed about?"

Gathering your legs closer to your chest, you place your chin in between the knees. "Well, you know" You let your words trail but draw in a deep breath. "I was fifteen and what happened was silly and ever since we started hanging out together, I feel really comfortable with you and you're really nice. Oh my god, I'm getting nowhere with this." Your feet begin moving in a continous motion.

Seonghwa fixes his posture and sits up straight. "(Y/N)?"

"Yeah?" You look up.

"I liked fifteen year old you. A girl who liked me, often encouraged me even though she didn't understand 11th grade struggles but it's not something that I look back at and make fun of but it's a fond memory that there was a cute girl who liked me back when I was young and too tense for a 17 year old boy." His precise answer tugs a string of your heart.

"Yeah, you were too tense for a 17 year old boy. Remember how you often lectured me like you understand all concepts of the world at such an young age." You comment with an playful smile.

A picture of a young Seonghwa passionately explaining time management like a professor pops up in your mind with a young you listening as if he's reciting a romantic poem. Oh, how smitten you were.

Funnily enough, you still are.

Seonghwa pushes his fingers through his hair with a shy smile, eyes focused on the night sky. "Oh my god. I can't believe you remember that."

You bump your shoulder with his. "How can I forget, you were adorable."

A stange energy is brewing within you. This comfort is unmatched.

He turns to you, fingers suddenly grab your cheeks. "Don't get cheeky with me now." He says in an extremely soft voice.

"Hey, this is not fair. What are you doing?" You get a hold on both of his hand to remove them but fail.

He pulls them a little before letting them go, you rub the sore spots. "You're as much as a troublemaker as you were back then, you just hide it now. Don't you?"

Maybe it's the courage supplied by the little alcohol in your system or maybe it's just him, you grab his face with your hands.

His eyes widen at your actions. "What are you doing?"

You gently bump your forehead onto his. "I'm trying to be bold and knocking some sense into you."

The shocked expression subdues into a serious one. One you hadn't expected to see. "I wouldn't suggest that. What if I really end up forgetting what you're about to do next?"

As soon as he speaks those words, you let go of his face and create a safe distance between you two. "What do you mean? I wasn't going to do anything but bump my forehead with yours! What are you thinking!"

He begins stuffing the empty chicken boxes into each other pretending as if you weren't just inches apart a second ago.

"What if I end up bumping my forehead even harder than you did?" He asks with the most false concern present on his face.

You grab the nearest bottle cap and aim it right at his forehead but he's too quick to catch it. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry."

"YOU stop being cheeky, can't you tell I was trying to flirt with you!" You let both of your hands rest on your hips.

His mouth forms an "O". "I mean, I should definitely do that, I have the right to. It's not like you know that I've been flirting with you all this time."

You freeze for a moment, eyes blinking twice. "You've been flirting with me?"

He throws up his hands in an exasperated gesture.

"Wait, you've been flirting with me? You weren't just having fun making me suffer by being extremely kind and nice yet teasing and--" The long list of conversations run in your mind and then it pings. "Oh."

Seonghwa begins clapping. "Thank you so much for finally noticing."

Your fall down on the support of your knees.

"Oh my god, Park Seonghwa has been flirting with me all this time"

You realise you've said it out loud and wish to sink further into your hands.

"Yes, I have been." His fingers gently ruffle your hair. "Now, clean this up before Jongho comes back and grumbles about it."

You slowly lift up your head and look at him casually collecting the mess, unphased.

"You're not going to let this one die. Are you?" Hesitant, you await an answer.

He chuckles. "Of course not."

"Fantastic." You stand up, unable to shake off the realisation.

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Pairing: College Student! Seonghwa x College Student! Female Reader

Genre: Fluff, A teeny tiny bit of smut with a pinch of angst

Synopsis: High school crushes are often silly and forgotten. However, you cannot forget the one senior, you "borrowed" once a kiss from. Years have passed and it's a memory you laugh at but what will happen if you're to encounter the same senior in a much different setting and situation? Especially during your first year of college.

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A/N: This user is about to lose her sanity because Tumblr does not save her drafts and likes messing with her already remaining braincells. (I edited this once, I'll edit it again tomorrow)

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