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[erenoir]

gunna reblog my updated pages n stuff, basically giving myself a fresh start (if ur like who tf is she when i pop up on ur tl… hey! i’ve been gone for a yr but if you want to pop in n say hi pls do 🥰)

[fairytheo]

enhypen as your boyfriend.

boyfriend!enhypen x gen!reader. fluff. 1.9k. curse words. mention of bugs, food. not requested.

🐈 ⸝⸝ HEESEUNG ˙𐃷˙

super-duper caring !!

he’s so whipped for you — he smiles just by thinking about you

also very giggly around you

LOVES lending you his beanies

(aka. you stealing them..)

+ you steal his earrings as well ! not that he minds

absolutely adores singing for you / he loves singing you to sleep :D

hold up, is being heeseung’s s/o just being his personal ramen cook 🤨🤨

he aaalwaays bugs you to play games with him (especially wii and nintendo switch lmao)

either that or you’re playing animal crossing while eating takeout at your dinner table

you’re the only person in the world who he’ll ever do aegyo for. 

he secretly enjoys it, but shhh you didn’t hear that from me

i think he likes calling you names like cutie, cutiepie or just a shorter version of your name <3 (if there is one !)

booping your nose is on his everyday to do list ☝️

lowkey therapist & boyfriend in one ngl

WAIT he loves making playlists for you two,, 

“y/n! i made another playlist, do you wanna listen to it? i made it while thinking of you.” <//3 

the type to write cheesy lyrics about you, then later cringes at his own writing bUT then leaves it like that because you like it !

you have his cover of lauv’s “i’m so tired” either set as your alarm or play it on loop everyday 

(random but for some reason i can picture him giving you a cassette with his cover on it just for the vintage vibes)

🐈 ⸝⸝ JAY ˙𐃷˙

the mom-and-boyfriend in one ;] 

f a s h i o n  c o u p l e 

you are literally fashion icons. no disagreements. 

you have matching clothes or accessories ! even if it’s really subtle, the gesture behind it is super adorable <//3

cooking pt. 2 :D but this time there’s a gorden ramsay in your relationship

i can just SEE how you both two impersonate gorden ramsay while cooking which makes everything 10 times funnier !! checks every 5 seconds if the food is ready tho because he doesn’t wanna risk anything

never cleans up afterwards, either you do or no one does

since you’re both fashion icons your social media followers are going 📈📈📈

literally couple goals.

he loves taking pictures of you,, but also wants you to take pictures of him 

jay gets flustered easily so please make him flustered with sudden compliments, hugs, kisses, etc. !!

he’s also the only member i can really see calling you babe

confident but shy about pda at the same time ??? he’s both LOL 

you always tease him with his RAS moments and randomly quote them when you’re in the middle of a conversation with him lmao

random and idk if this fits here, but he likes making your lunch — leaves you encouraging notes too <3

last but not least: jokingly gets angry at you when he wants something from you, and you do the same thing back ♡

🐈 ⸝⸝ JAKE ˙𐃷˙

sweetest and softest boyfriend to ever exist. i’m so soft for him JSHSHS

definitely calls you sweetie and darling. 100%. fight me if you think otherwise. 

shows you pics of layla everyday (it’s become routine for him >_<)

a tiny bit cliché BUT lends you his jacket whenever you’re cold (even when you’re inside !!)

random thought: jake puts his hands in your hoodie pockets...

💔💔💔

it’s his personal goal to peck your cheek and forehead at least twice a day — gets pouty if he wasn’t able to do that ))):::

talks in english a lot because you love his accent !!

if you’re an english speaker, you’ll have conversations in english all. the. time.

if you’re not an english speaker, no worries, he’ll teach you !

+ reads you bedtime stories in english (jake’s australian accent >>>) 

dreams of travelling with you to australia <33  

if there’s a bug in the house you better know that jake will NOT be removing them and runs out of the house

WILL stay over at one of the other member’s houses untill that bug is REMOVED . 

so if you’re afraid of bugs as well,,, i’m sorry bae, but it’ll be your task to remove these little... creatures 😐

ngl you have more photos of layla than of him on your phone lol

(spams you with her pictures and captions them with “y/n!!! look!!! layla with a flower!!!! layla with a butterfly!!!!” it’s just so sweet aaa)

we need some “””drama””” so you make jokes about him being a “🥶💸🔥💪” boy a lot in your relationship LMAO

🐈 ⸝⸝ SUNGHOON ˙𐃷˙

ice skating dates.

this has been mentioned in other headcanons a lot already but i just HAD to include it,,

convinces you to eat ice cream after your date LOL even if it IS winter

btw. fashion couple nr. 2 !!! 

MIRROR SELCAS

MIRROR SELCAS 

ugh the visuals and the power you two hold,,,, i can’t,,,,,

has better clothes than you ngl so you share clothes lmao

it started with him lending you his sweatpants, but then you didn’t want to return them forgot to return them and BOOM 💥 here we are

extremely awkward and shy at first — don’t worry though, he becomes much more chaotic in the later phases of your relationship

he teases you SO MUCH. LIKE. SO MUCH.

always has small smile (smirk?) on his face when he’s about to make a cocky remark (so beware)

you tease him back just twice as hard which 1.) results in him in becoming flustered 2.) fails LOL

off-topic but he’d love a s/o that has a similar style to him ??? a more elegant, classy, dark style perhaps

when he’s away / busy he’ll send you some selcas and captions them with “how r u doing??” “did you eat yet?” “cheer up :P” 

kinda shy about pda but likes showing off too ???

i mean,, men... 🙄🙄 /lh

whenever someone mentions your name near him, he’ll just try to hide his smile while biting his lip (yk what i’m talking about???) and you’ll see his dimples and the affectionate look in his eyes and just AAAAA

the type of boyfriend that calls you love~

🐈 ⸝⸝ SUNOO ˙𐃷˙

skin care routines with sunoo 24/7 🤝

he does your hair (if your hair is long enough to do different hairstyles with it ofc !!) 

send you daily weekly skin care products he thinks you two should try out / that’d be good for your skin <3

spa nights every friday at 9pm — he only lets you in if you wear a stylish pyjama LOL

you buy him peach items because they just remind you so much of him (｡•́︿•̀｡)

SELCA TIME !!! his phone is always ready !!! (apart from his storage maybe?)

PARTICIPATES IN SELCA DAYS OF YOUR FAVOURITE IDOLS AAA

loves to go on walks w u

does A LOT of aegyo,, 

and i know that you knew that this point will be in this headcanon.

for eg. instead of saying goodnight or bye he’ll just do aegyo for you not that anyone minds tbh

stages of sunoo flirting (?):

a — tries to compliment you (it sounds more like a flirty remark tbh)

b — realizes then blushes

c — cringes and runs away LMAO

playfully acts jealous, so you know it’s a joke but deep down he’s actually jealous

you two match each others vibes a lot ��� if one is sad, the other is sad as well

+ tells you your posture is bad when you sit like a banana or tells you to go to sleep early and when you don’t listen to him, he’ll show you an article that proves that (abc) and (xyz) is bad for you and says “i told you so.” 💀

🐈 ⸝⸝ JUNGWON ˙𐃷˙

impresses you by doing kicks (does the kick cap challenge on tiktok and/or you play kick it by nct 127 for the funzies) 

poking his dimple is a MUST . 😩😩

though gets super shy when you kiss him and also if you buy him gifts !!

cheers you up whenever you feel down or are upset

compliments you a ton ))): will randomly come up to you and tell you that your fit is cute or that you look brighter today,,, little does he know it's because of him ;]

HUGS!HUGS!HUGS

poking his dimple comes first, then hugging

the other members tease you two everytime you’re over LOL it’s like there are two koalas clinging onto each other

our yang garden gained another sheep +1

you two randomly play sheep,,,, like,,, everyday ???? sheep cosplays 👍

idk why ig it’s just fun to imitate sheep and go “mmmeEeEeeEhh” to annoy others

talking of that, even THOUGH he is a responsible leader he will not hesitate to do stupid shit with you

“hey how about we ring on that house there and yell “sheep for sale!” do you think they’ll open the door?”

“i don’t know... let’s find out!” 🤝

let’s just say that this didn’t end well..

also kinda bullies you (in a loving way ofc !!) pand teases you nonstop

either calls you asshole or love aHA

in conclusion: a very unpredictable relationship,, would 10/10 recommend.

very random but i feel like his love language is acts of service

🐈 ⸝⸝ NI-KI ˙𐃷˙

oh look it’s our tsundere 😼

can’t go a day without dancing so you two have vibing sessions at 2am everyday ft. the others telling you to go to bed

you’re the only one that can make him soft lol

if you’re older than him, you would definitely take care of him like your own baby !! 

if you are the same age as him or younger it’d be awkward for him at first, because he isn’t used to taking care of someone younger, so he’d treat you as if you were his best friend at the beginning

you love to watch him dance !! it’s so satisfying,, LITERAL asmr.

pranks you 24/7. boy has NO mercy. will not care if the others will scold him later. he will do the prank smoothly (?) — doesn’t care about the consequences LMAO

probably sets your alarm to someone screaming or a cringy aegyo song <//3

wants to film dance covers with you !! you don’t have to be the best dancer either !! as long as you have fun ^__^ 

the other members find you really cute but are also vERY TIRED OF YOU,, two energized teens in a relationship was not a good idea ☝️

likes to randomly hold your hand and swing it around 

probably distant at the beginning of the relationship because a.) he doesn’t want to pressure you/make things awkward b.) he doesn’t really know what to do either ???

(if you’re not japanese or don’t know how to speak japanese) he’ll definitely teach you some japanese phrases and words !! introduce you to his culture as well :DD and he really wants to know more about your culture too <3

teaches you phrases like “sunoo is a dumbass” for the funzies LOL

randomly makes micheal jackson impressions,,, it’s hilarious LMFAO

[restapesta]

hi emina! happy last week of no school ♥♥

15. “Finally. Missed you so much.” but make it sort of in front of other people??🙏🙏🙏 if u want. it's okay if not, too!

MONDAY

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ian (1:11 AM): it's hot as fuck here. can't sleep.

ian (1:12 AM): also, lip snores

mickey (1:12 AM): that's what you get for leaving me

ian (1:13 AM): drama queen, i only left this morning. be back in just a week.

ian (1:13 AM): why are YOU awake?

mickey (1:14 AM): fuck you, just a week. 🖕🖕🖕

ian (1:14 AM): 🙄

ian (1:14 AM): go to sleep

mickey (1:15 AM): you woke me up???

ian (1:15 AM): doesn't matter. just go to sleep.

mickey (1:15 AM): probably not

ian (1:16 AM): ???

mickey (1:17 AM): can't sleep without you

incoming call from ian (1:17 AM)

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TUESDAY

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mickey (11:22 AM): college bitch still pissed at us for waking him up?

ian (11:25 AM): isn't speaking to me. bitched about it to fiona the entire morning.

ian (11:25 AM): "can't go a night without him." blah blah

mickey (11:25 AM): fuck him. wyd right now?

ian (11:27 AM): helping Fi with the moving shit.

ian (11:27 AM): you?

mickey (11:28 AM): lunch with tami. bitching about lip.

ian (11:29 AM): 😌

ian (11.29 AM): that same lip is currently screaming my ear off to get off the phone.

ian (11:29 AM): keep bitching, my love

mickey (11:30 AM): tell him to fuck off.

mickey (11:30 AM): also, call me when you're done

ian (11:31 AM): 😘

mickey (11:31 AM): 🙄🖤

(12:57 PM) incoming call from ian

(16:44 PM): incoming call from mickey

(21:44 PM) incoming call from ian

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WEDNESDAY

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mickey (09:06 AM): come back home, im bored.

mickey (09:06 AM): Fiona doesn't need you for an entire fucking week.

ian (09:10 AM): 😬 just five more days

ian (09:10 AM): Fiona says hi!

mickey (09:11 AM): I'm horny, this is stupid.

ian (09:12 AM): handy-dandy hand 😁

mickey (09:12 AM): 🖕🖕🖕🖕

mickey (09:13 AM): ...something to work with?

ian sent a link (09:14 AM)

mickey (09:15 AM): you did not just send me the benefits of a cold shower, you bitch.

ian (09:16 AM): loveeeeee youuuuuu

mickey (09:16 AM): 🙂🔪

incoming call from ian (12:33 PM)

incoming call from ian (17:29 PM)

incoming call from mickey (00:12 AM)

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THURSDAY

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ian (08:12 AM): I'm horny.

ian (08:13 AM): mickey

ian (08:13 AM): mickey

ian (08:13 AM): mickey

ian (08:13 AM): MICKEY

ian (08:14 AM): babyyyyyy

ian (08:14 AM): pleaseeeeee come on, you're not sleeping rn

mickey sent a link (08:16 AM)

ian (08:16 AM): i deserved that.

mickey (08:17 AM): handy-dandy 🤛

ian (08:17 AM): hate myself at this moment 🙂

mickey (08:17 AM): 🤭😘

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ian (09:44 AM): coffee on facetime?

incoming call from mickey (09:45 AM)

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FRIDAY

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ian (14:22 PM): sorry for the ghosting

ian (14:22 PM): Fiona's been killing me with the whole apartment cleaning shit

ian (14:23 PM): And Lip's hiding from her so he's always with me.

ian (14:23 PM): i know it's been a day.

mickey (14:25 PM): well, well, look who decided to text their husband finally

mickey (14:25 PM): it's been a whole day, ian.

mickey (14:26 PM): we are no longer on speaking terms.

ian (14:26 PM): 😲😨

ian (14:26 PM): i'm sorry.

ian (14:26 PM): i miss having breakfast with you.

ian (14:27 PM): i miss sleeping with you

ian (14:27 PM): i miss kissing you

ian (14:28 PM): and doing other things with you 😏

ian (14:28 PM): miss you so fucking much.

ian (14:28 PM): mick?

mickey (14:30 PM): ugh fine, you sap

mickey (14:30 PM): call me

incoming call from ian (14:31 PM)

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SATURDAY

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incoming call from mickey (18:55 PM)

ian (19:24 PM): phone sex is cool, but we should try sexting 😳

mickey (19:26 PM): i don't need a reminder of your disgusting ass dick anywhere on my phone.

ian (19:26 PM): hm? 🤔 not what you were saying ten minutes ago.

ian (19:27 PM): you sure you ain't ready for round two? 😏

ian (19:27 PM): bet facetime sex is even better.

incoming call from mickey (19:28 PM)

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ian (02:22 AM): i miss you. i really fucking miss you.

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SUNDAY

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ian (08:02 AM): flight is at 10

mickey (08:04 AM): i'll be waiting for you when you land.

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It had only been a week. A week filled with phone calls and text messages and a whole bunch of facetime—but, fuck, it had been a week.

Did Ian really have to go on and visit Fiona alone with Lip? Was it really that necessary for him to travel all the way to the alligator land just so they could help Fiona switch apartments? Mickey didn't see the point of the long-ass trip to Florida just so Ian could complain about how humid it was and how it was a blessing he didn't share a room with Lip anymore.

Mickey missed him. He missed him a lot more than he thought he would, and he really should've considered the fact that he and Ian spent most of their time together. They may have been apart before for long periods of time, but it was hard to tear them away from each other nowadays.

So maybe it wasn't that much of a surprise he'd had a hard time adjusting to the empty space of their apartment and the coldness of their bed. The lack of dad jokes during their long rides at work and the unmistakable scent of Ian that had been slowly fading and was almost gone now.

That was Mickey's excuse for not doing laundry. He didn't wanna lose Ian's smell from their home. The sappy excuse would probably work with Ian, he thought.

And even if it didn't, Mickey could distract him from his annoyance in other ways.

Airports sucked.

Being in an airport, waiting on Ian and Lip with their family of twenty thousand—or six, whatever—sucked even more.

But the plane had already landed and it would be just another couple minutes before Mickey saw his husband for the first time in a week. Before he wrapped his arms around him in a bone-crushing hug. He didn't even give a shit if anybody saw him and thought how big of a fag he was.

Husband. That was the only thing on his mind currently.

"They should be here already," Tami said, bouncing Fred up on her hip.

Debbie shrugged from beside Mickey, one hand tightly holding onto the redheaded girl between them. She was fisting the fabric of Mickey's jacket, and it made Mickey smile. It eased the anticipation a little.

Who was he kidding? There were swarms of bees in his stomach, poking and stinging. He felt slightly nauseous.

"I think I see Lip!" It was Liam who exclaimed.

Mickey didn't see Lip.

But he did see the redhead trailing right behind him, a suitcase in his right hand, recently bought for the trip. His hair was ruffled, and his eyes were sleepy, the jet lag probably hitting him in full swing.

Still, the green orbs Mickey missed so much lit up the moment he noticed Mickey, the corners of his mouth twisting up into a wide smile.

Mickey wasn't any better. He could feel the grin stretching across his face involuntary, yet he did nothing to hide it. Nothing to stop it from spreading. He didn't care to hide the excitement he was feeling upon seeing Ian for the first time in a week.

A week.

His legs moved on their own accord, and in what felt like no time at all, he was engulfed into a hug, Ian's long arms circling him—it was familiar; comfortable, and warm.

"Fucking finally," Ian choked out against Mickey's hair, his lips pressed to the top of his head, cradling his body gently. "I missed you so much."

Mickey tilted his chin up and their lips connected in a brief kiss. Just a peck that turned into a couple more, all loud on the pullback, their limbs still wrapped up in each other.

"Missed you more."

They stared into each other's eyes longingly for a couple of moments—it was probably too soft and sappy for them, but who gave a shit? They hadn't seen each other in a week.

What interrupted them eventually were a few short coughs, as if somebody was clearing their throat.

Mickey glared at Lip, practically forcing himself to tear his eyes away from the man he was holding.

"We done with the reunion or you guys wanna continue making out in the middle of the airport...?"

Ian was the one who flipped him off, finally disentangling himself from Mickey so he could greet his siblings properly and pick Franny up into a long hug. It made Mickey frown, the loss of contact. He forced himself to endure it, though—half an hour of a ride longer and they'd be home alone, free to do whatever the fuck.

Still, as soon as they were done with the obligated reunions and the questions about Florida and Fiona, Ian found himself next to Mickey again, gripping Mickey's palm and intertwining the fingers with his own.

Who gave a shit if anybody was looking? Who gave a shit if Lip was rolling his eyes at the obvious display of affection or if Carl was making obnoxious kissy faces at them as if they haven't been married for a while now—Mickey saw none of that shit.

All Mickey saw was Ian.

[blueskrugs]

Bright Lights | Mat Barzal

it’s Christmas Eve! I feel like an important disclaimer to include is that I have never been to New York. most of the houses described in this are based on actual houses my family and I saw in our neighborhood when we went to look at lights the other day. this is another one for an anon, I hope you like it! 

33. driving around and looking at (and judging) Christmas lights

length: 700 words

Mat threw your coat on you where you were sitting on his couch watching some dumb Hallmark movie. 

“Ow?” you said, but you were already standing and pulling on your coat. Mat was standing near the front door, swinging his keys around his finger impatiently as you turned the TV off.

“I want to go look at Christmas lights,” he told you, and there was no way you were going to say no to that.

Mat drove, carefully making his way through the quiet streets. It was late enough there weren’t many other people out who had the same idea as you two, but most houses were still lit up.

“Do you even know where you’re going?” you asked. Mat made a face at you. “It’ll be fine,” he said, which actually meant “no,” but he wasn’t going to admit that.

The first house Mat pulled up to had a front yard absolutely covered in inflatables. Seriously. There had to be at least twenty inflatables, and they were spilling over onto the neighbor’s lawn.

“That thing’s gotta be at least 10 or 15 feet tall,” Mat said, pointing at one of the nutcrackers that stood sentry near the curb. It looked like it was taller than the small one-story house, for sure. 

“Wonder how high their electric bill is,” you commented idly.

“3/10,” Mat declared, pulling away from the curb. 

“Oh? Is that how we’re doing this?” you asked. You twisted around in your seat to get one last look at the house as Mat drove away. “Yeah, 3/10. Bit overkill.”

Soon, Mat was pulling up in front of another extravagantly lit house. It was one of the ones where all the lights were set to music, and there was a brief scuffle as you and Mat both reached for the tuning dial on the radio at the same time. 

Mat smacked your arm. “Dude! The trees are singing!” 

Indeed, four little trees on the roof had lit up with faces, and they were singing along to “Jingle Bell Rock” in three part harmony.

“Hmm. 8/10,” Mat said. “Nice, but way too many lights.”

“Neighbor gets 10/10 for the ‘Ditto’ sign, though,” you said. 

Mat kept driving, and you both kept calling out scores for houses you passed.

“Ugh. -10/10 for the creepy waving Santa.”

“2/10. Uncreative and boring.”

“Is that a unicorn?”

“I appreciate the dedication to the theme, but all Nightmare Before Christmas stuff is kinda creepy.”

Mat seemed to be driving aimlessly, but after a while, his turns started having more purpose.

“Mat, where are you taking us?” you asked, looking out your window.

“One of the guys told me about this house,” Mat trailed off, carefully making a right turn onto a dark street. 

He never finished his sentence, but it didn’t matter because in another minute you saw the house in question. The house itself sat way back from the road on hill, but all the trees on their property were wrapped in lights, and there were all kinds of light-up animals scattered across the grass. 

“Holy shit,” you said. 

There was a sign inviting people to “Come on down!” so Mat pulled off the road and onto the long, looped driveway. The house had been decked out, too, you saw as you got closer.

“They have another one of those waving Santas,” Mat pointed out, and there he was on the top step of the porch. 

“Those things are terrifying,” you said.

Mat kept driving, and soon you were back on the road and headed home. Mat was quiet for a while, and the only sound in the car was the Christmas music playing on the radio.

“Whatcha thinking about?” you asked, poking Mat in the bicep.

“Can’t wait until we have a house of our own, and we can go all out for Christmas,” he said, grabbing your hand and holding it over the gearshift.

“No way, we are not becoming those people,” you laughed.

“What d’you mean? Are you saying you don’t want a 10-foot inflatable Santa on the roof?” Mat asked you, but he was giggling, too.

[childish-ish]

kismet

pairing: michael myers x reader

soulmate au; soulmates that make choices for each other.

part two!

"Bro. I got this bitch ass pimple on my face - what should I do?"

soulmate chooses: let it do it's thing.

"What a bitch. When i meet my soulmate I'm gonna fucking punch 'em in the fucking neck." You sigh, then snicker right after - "If i can even reach them."

Usually, you start off your day with a huge huff of cocaine and a box of Kelloggs™ cereal with the milk with the purple lid. Just kidding! You don't eat Kelloggs, instead, you eat Lucky Charms! Mostly for the marshmellows. Anyways.

You get dressed. Having been naked and looking at yourself in the bathroom mirror, contemplating on whether popping the 3 pimples on your face - one above your eyebrow, very - not visible. Another on your cheekbone - the other on your nose. You popped the one on your nose and washed your face, yesterday, so two pimples.

Anyways. You dress in regular jeans, pull over a plain grey t-shirt over your head, and slip on some socks, then your sneakers, then a hoodie. You checked over yourself and decide you look hot as fuck, and step to your bed, pull off your phone from your charger, shove that bitch in your pocket - and leave.

soulmate chooses: take a bus to school.

"Awh! They care about me <33."

"Hm." You look over the choices you get to pick - buy a donut or have a balanced breakfast.

"Haha!" You laugh, clicking on the 'balanced breakfast'. "Homeboy gonna eat good tonight. Whether they fucking like it or not."

You exit your home, keys in your pocket, and a lollipop in your mouth. You totally forgot to the brush your teeth, but gurgled some mouthwash hoping it would be enough.

You jog towards the bus, enter said bus, and sat next to your friend.

"Hey, kiddo." She waved. Neon pink hair clashed with black hair as it fell over her left blue eye, a major contrast to her paper white skin. She wore a black hoodie with some red symbol, something to do with creepypasta, black pants with large rips, fishnet tights under, and regular ol converse. Red, to be exact. Converse Chucks, to be exact.

"Shut the fuck up, don't call me that." You pull out your phone and lean down, entering your password as the bus begun to move.

"Ah, babygirl, you know that turns me on, aha - " She bites her lip and rubs her hand together like she was rubbing in hand sanitizer.

"Ah, right. I love you."

"Ew." Cheesebird laughed. Some random ass nickname you gave her because she didn't like her name.

soulmate chooses; go to classes

"Ugh." You roll your eyes - had thought about skipping class.

You look over your choices. steal a car, or walk.

Well. You don't want your soulmates feet to hurt.. so. Steal a car.

After the bus pulls up to the school, you exit with Cheesebird. You're a Senior in highschool.

You enter first period. Homeroom.

You sit in your assigned seat, thankfully, next to Cheesebird. You two discreetly passed notes, never getting caught - only once by a substitute.

"Hey, so, i know a neat place to go trick-or-treating. You up for it?" Cheesebird asked, placing her Gir themed backpack next to her feet, under the piss yellow desk -

You shrug. The day carrying on, kind've. You're in fourth period. Gym, when Cheesebird asked you the question again.

"Honestly, I'm thinking of starting in tonight. I have this fucking weird ass bad feeling.." You rub your bare arms, feeling unusually comfortable in the red booty shorts the gym made you wear.

"I can respect that. After i get all my candy, I'm gonna dip over to your house, is that okay?" Cheesebird asked, fiddling with a lollipop stick. She ate the lollipop already, stealing it from someone's backpack because of her soulmates choice - so the stick acted as a candy cigarette of some sort.

"Yeah, that's chill. What are you gonna be?" You swing your legs back and forth. Ankles crashing against the bleachers, giving you a dull pain.

"I'm gonna be a goblin. You know, if i were to guess what you were going to be, you would be a fucking astomi. Cause like, I'm gonna be a goblin.. and you're basically a goblin.. and i don't like talking.. except like, with you." Cheesebird explained awkwardly. She begun to chew on her lollipop stick.

"Yeah, i got it." You chuckle.

soulmate chooses: apple, water, and chicken nuggets.

"Oh, sick." You nodded.

"Oh, did your soulmate choose something? What was chosen your majesty?" Cheesebird asked.

"I got chicken nuggets for lunch. Want them?" You ask, looking over the freshmen that chose to play volleyball on one side, and basketball on the other.

You turn to Cheesebird, watching her eyes peek up.

Her eyes flick to you, and she nods with a smile, "Thanks bro!"

"Ah, yeah." You breathe, "No problem."

You look over your choices. clever or chef's knife.

You make a look, furrowing your eyebrows and jerking your head back slightly before choosing chef's knife.

"Another? What'd you choose?"

"My choices were clever or chef's knife." You tell her with confidence.

"Holy shit - your soulmate is a cooker! Lucky.. mines a fucking idiot."

You snort. "Lucky you.. mine could also be a murderer." You shrug.

"Hot." Cheesebird wiggles her eyebrows at you. "Oh, dude! Remember that guy - Boogeyman of Haddonfield?"

"Yeah."

"Dude, they say he escaped some institution! They might cancel Halloween cause of his bitch-ass." Cheesebird rolled her eyes and leaned back.

"Ah, what a fuck. If it actually gets cancelled, you wanna come over and watch some movies? Maybe order some pizza?" You offer.

"Oh fuck yeah man! Thanks." Cheesebird laughed, clapping you on the shoulder once.

"No problem!" You say enthusiastically, punching Cheesebird on her bare upper arm.

"Ow! Fuck.. you whore." Cheesebird sucked in a breath.

You laugh, quieting down and patting ehr on the thigh. "Wanna go to the lockers? It's almost time to go. Like, 15 more minutes.." You say absentmindedly, gazing at the red blinking numbers.

"Oh yeah. Let's go." Cheesebird was ready to hop off. You count down to 3 to 1 and jump off the bleachers with Cheesebird, jogging across the court and entering the locker room.

soulmate chooses: wash face

I didn't even do shit, though? You shrug off the thoughts and get undressed after putting in the combination for your little locker. After shoving your gym clothes into said locker, you pull on your clothes, slipping on your shoes easily and picking up your backpack. You jog over to the bathrooms, go to the nearest sink, and splash your face.

You look up - the choices; grab a water or get a beer.

You choose water. Gotta stay healthy.

You wait by the gym doors for Cheesebird. And, hooray! She comes. Don't take that out of context.

Lunch speeds by. So do your classes. After school, you walk home with Cheesebird and say your goodbyes. You pull out your keys, inserting the key and unlocking the door.

You enter, closing the door behind you. You toss the keys on the stand next to the door and kick off your shoes, throwing off your backpack and jogging to the living room. You recieve a call from your mom. Saying that she was gonna be late. Maybe coming in around midnight or even later.

soulmate chooses: order pizza.

"hey cool."

And, you do just that. You call some pizza place with breadsticks, grab some money from your room and jog back downstairs. You watch Adam Sandler movies while you wait for the pizza.

The doorbell rings after 15 minutes of waiting. You jump up and run to the door. Opening it and seeing a cute pizza boy.

"Thanks." He salutes, recieving a tip from you.

You call back a 'no problem' and shut the door, placing the pizza on the table in front of the couch. You lie down, pulling a blanket over you.

soulmate chooses: take a nap.

You feel so.. tired now. Fuck it. Let's go to sl-

You awake. The T.V. off, lights out, and warm-ish pizza. You were obviously disoriented. You go to pull out your phone from your back pocket once you sit up.

The brightness blinds you - you quickly put it at a lower brightness.

You yawn, vision vlurry before it subsides and you quickly look over your notifications. A text from your mom 'hey honey, gona b stayin l8r than usual luv u'. You smile, rubbing your eyes and holding your phone with one hand.

You stand, flashing your flashlight. You drop your phone - gazing at the large figure in front of you.

"Who.. are you?" You take an anxious step back, you can feel a stream of cold sweat stream down the side of your head - from your temple. It was fucking disgusting. So.. so dark.

You see the glint from his hand - a knife. A knife. A knife. A knife. He has a knife. He has a knife. He has a knife. Run. Go. Run. Go. Go. Through the backdoor. Now. Fucking GO!

You turn on your heel and bolt through the living room and through the kitchen. Why did you even fucking ask that? 'Who are you' - like?? You don't know him, and he's in your house. Like?? You should've just pulled a knife. Just kidding! You would've been too fucking pussy to do that :\

You inhale and exhale heavily - otherwise known as breathing. You were really close to hyperventilating - but somehow, you slow down your breaths as you quietly slip through the backdoor.

All you wanted to do - you sob in your mind, was eat some fucking pizza - you heave, as you shuffle towards the backyard entrance, that lead to the front yard. And maybe watch some fucking pornhub.. all my plans.. ruined.

soulmate chooses: go back inside your house.

You choke. Eyes growing uncomfortably hot, your bottom jaw trembled as you clench your arms, hugging yourself. Was this - this fucking stalker your soulmate?

You did have control of your body as you calmly walk back through the gate. Your eyes well up, tears blurring your vision. You wipe the tears away and wipe them on your hoodie harshly. You trace therock trail that lead around the corner of your home.

You enter through the backdoor. Closing it behind you gently. You huff, and turn around.

You immediately make eye contact with large breasts that were covered by a dark blue fabric. A zipper in the middle and a single pocket.

"So.." You begin; voice cracking. You feel your face grow hot out of embarrassment. After clearing your throat and looking into the black holes of the mask that mocked a human face, covering the whole ass fuckin head of the tall, buff male, you instantly feel small. You rub your hands together, clenching your hoodie in your hands now.

"Uh.. what's uh - what's your name?" You come to a realization of how fucking stupid that was. Asking a large scary man what his name was - he's your soulmate! A part of you pleaded for some reason. Anyways, we live for the confidence.

You gawk at the man - wasn't he "Michael Myers? Killed - killed.. four teens back in -" you couldn't remember the year. All you could honestly think about the man that was looming over you threateningly. Where the FUCK was your mom?!?

He painstakingly slowly brought up a hand, and dropped it onto your shoulder. You feel tears well up in your eyes once more as you shake under his hold.

"H - hey.. aren't we uh.. soulmates? Sh - should you really be h - HOLDING me that tight?!" You squeak, now trying to pull away. "I'm - not fucking going anywhere - "

The Boogeyman brought up his other hand and let the hand fall on your other shoulder, the hold gradually getting tighter.

You could barely see his actual eyes, due to the not-so-bright moonlight. Despite this, you see some irises..

"I - i.. I go to school.. " You blurt, "I - I have a f - family."

He didn't respond. You get anxious quite quickly due to the circumstances. You feel your eyes well up as he fucking gripe you tighter before picking you up and throwing you over your shoulder like a dead body. His actions were clear - they said 'you aren't fucking getting away'.

He held you with one arm, caging you in over his shoulder. You sob softly, but couldn't help but admire his nice ass as he walked towards the front door.

what's to become of me?

You thought. You couldn't scream - could you?

You couldn't believe you missed Halloween for this shit. You could still see some kids - they would probably run away due to their fragility.

Fuck this. We are not fucking dying. We're soulmates. But what kind of fucking soulmates does this shit? I wish my soulmate was Adam Sandler.

michael: you the bitch thats been making HEALTHY decisions for me??

you: no..?

[bobasheebaby]

Bernadette Rostenkowski-Wolowitz Prompts

1 “Aww, NAME did the dishes.” “How do you know I didn't do them?” “Because once when all the knives were dirty, you cut a bagel with your keys.”

2 “My arm is feeling numb.” [rubs right arm] “That's the wrong arm for a heart-attack, doofus.” [switches to left arm]

3 “I told you you shouldn't have espresso after dinner. I know the little cups make you feel big but it's not worth it.”

4 “I'm sorry I didn't take you to the airport. I just want you to know I'll never forgive myself for being so selfish. And I promise to keep you close for the rest of my life.” “Oh, no, that thing's gonna end up in my bedroom.”

5 “Okay, let's just recap our options. We've got harp thing, sheep thing —“ “Wild thang.”

6 “I'm too small for Twister. And roller coasters. And sitting with my feet on the floor. Hope you enjoyed the prenatal cigarettes, Mom.”

7 “But we have jobs, we can't babysit him:her twenty-four hours a day.” “What if we use our vacation time?” “I wanted to go to Hawaii, not Hell.”

8 “Are you okay?” “No, I'm not okay. I feel like I'm going to jump out of my skin.” “I told you not to wax down there. It's itchy when it grows back.”

9 “I had a plan. I kept leaving Dove bar wrappers around to explain any weight gain.” “Where did you get empty Dove bar wrappers?” “From all the Dove bars I ate! I'm pregnant! Try to keep up!”

10 “Guess who won a hundred dollars playing craps?” “That's a dollar.” “Guess who wildly over-tipped a cocktail waitress?”

11 “Boy, I don't know if I could be friends with NAME if we broke up.” “Why not?” “I'm a very vengeful person.” “Really?”

12 “I'm glad I got that mocha. And you know what else I'm glad about? I bought you a brownie and I ate it in the car!”

13 “What's happening?” “NAME was snooping through NAME 2’s drawers and broke one.” “Oh, I'm gonna miss him/her.”

14 “Aww, that was beautiful.” “Yeah. I mean, not like our wedding beautiful.” “No, we totally won.”

15 [Shouting at another driver] “Your kid might be a honor student but you're a moron!”

16 “You know, once we get the house back to ourselves, we can be romantic in any room we want.” “Great. I can finally show you where the laundry room is.”

17 “NAME, this is our kid's name. I think we should both agree.” “You're right. We both made this baby.” “Thank you.” “And I carried it, had to stay in bed for four months, sacrificed my body and my job, and soon it's gonna burst its way out of me like the Kool-Aid Man.” “Exactly. Fifty-fifty.”

18 “He/She sounds really mad.” “We should hang up.” “Yeah, we should.” “But we're not going to, are we?” “Not a chance.” “What happened to snooping is wrong?” “Eh, we're already going to jail for tax fraud, who cares.”

19 “One of the great things about being pregnant is drinking cranberry juice out of a wineglass and watching people freak out.”

20 “Oh, my God, they're coming right towards us.” “We got to get out of here.” “Okay. Well, wait, what about NAME?” “He/She and his/her tiny bladder can take the bus!”

21 “I think if NAME wants to break up with a boy/girl, he/she can do it.” “How are you saying that with a straight face?” [laughs] “I don't know.”

22 “We can't all be Cinderella.” “Then how do we decide?” “Well, it's simple. This was my idea. I'm driving. I'm Cinderella. You bitches got a problem with that, we could stop the car right now.”

23 “Every one of you has the capacity to be anything you want to be.” “Unless you want to be Cinderella.” “Come at me. See what happens!”

24 “It's kind of heavy.” “Too bad you're not as strong as the dude in the painting.”

25 “Let me ask you a question. When did you guys start feeling grown up? Because I'm not sure I do.” “Honestly, I thought when I got married I would, but I still feel like I'm pretending. It doesn't help that most of my clothes come from Gap Kids.”

26 “Honestly, if I could bend that far what would I need with you.” “If you could bend that far, you'd be doing both of us a favor.”

27 [Yelling at person b] “I'M NICE TO EVERYONE!”

28 “We were hoping it might cheer you up.” “And even though it meant we had to miss the movies, we could still be part of the fun.” “Oh, you didn't miss anything. We just started over.” “Son of a bitch.”

29 “If this doesn't get him/her in to your bedroom, nothing will.”

30 “It smells pretty ripe in here. You kinda feel it in your eyes.”

31 “Oh my God! You did not just slow down for a bird! You know they fly, right?”

32 “You suck so hard!”

33 “Now there's two of them.”

34 “I said to stop insulting each other. I didn't tell you to take him/her on a romantic getaway.”

35 “This isn't a nonfat yogurt, this is fatty-fat-fat!”

36 “Okay, we're gonna start with some nice breathing exercises.” [inhales, exhales] “Sorry. I can't think of anything except how flat your belly is.” “Oh, thank you.” “Go put on some more clothes, you bitch.”

37 “Love is patient, but it's not gonna put up with all the side chatter, so let's knock it off!” “At least he’s/she's yelling at someone else for a change.” “NAME!”

38 “Brush your teeth and go to bed!”

39 “That bitch!”

40 “The tow truck didn't scratch your car.” “How do you know?” “‘cause I did it!”

41 “I didn't know you could drink while you were breastfeeding.” “Yeah, they say the yeast in beer helps with milk production.” “I'm pretty sure that's a myth. Let me check.” “Ruin it for me, and I'll break this glass over your head.”

42 “I guess we're going to have to do all the cooking.” “I have a better idea.” “If you think you're going to get to me do all this by yourself, you're crazy.” “I was going to get NAME to do it all by himself/herself.” “Oh, well that's a great idea.”

43 “There sure are a lot of little kids here.” “I can't believe we thought this would make us feel grown up.” “I can't believe the waiter thought I was your daughter.”

44 “That is a good point. But I didn't marry you for good points. I married you to blindly support me no matter how ridiculous I'm being.” “This is why I had to rewrite our wedding vows.”

45 “If you like pushing buttons so much, try pushing them on the washing machine.”

46 “Let's go see if you fit in my man purse.” “Metrosexual, my ass.”

47 “Apple slices? What kind of lunatic goes to McDermott’s and gets fruit?”

48 “Okay, we saw them. Can we go catch the movie?” “Why'd you bring him?” “I had to. We're married now.” “Ugh, I hear that.”

49 “So I have a dominant personality. We all know that.” “I'm sorry. What do we know?” “In social groupings, I just naturally wind up in charge.” “Don't take this the wrong way, but how many of these little booze balls have you had?”

50 “Hey, you want to swing by that place tonight and get a look at this guy/girl?” “We don't even know what time they're gonna be there.” “I'll just call the restaurant, pretend I'm NAME and check the reservation.” “Damn, you're sneaky.” “Yeah, but I'm little, so it's adorable.”

[pera-mitu]

Get to know me questions!

I was requested by @relik120 to do all of them so... here it goes.

1. selfie (Not gonna post one, you know what I look like)

2. what would you name your future kids?

So I don’t want kids, like at all, however I’ve always said that if by some cruel twist of fate I do have a son I’m naming him Togna. But pronounced like bologna.

3. do you miss anyone?

Yeah, I miss my SO. She’s away on a research trip and I’m not able to talk to her for about 10 more days. Shit sucks.

4. what are you looking forward to?

Vacation! I’m going to Disney in a few weeks and I’m amped! It’s gonna be a lot of fun and I’m gonna eat SOOOO much food.

5. is there anyone who can always make you smile?

A few people. My SO, obv, but also my closest friends constantly bring a smile to my face.

6. is it hard for you to get over someone?

No, people come and go, and while it sucks I try and not let it get to me too much. There have been times I struggled *coughs* but I think overall I’m decent at letting go.

7. what was your life like last year?

Last year was... interesting. I was in a bad spot mentally and kinda threw myself at people for any amount of attention. I really grew up in the last year and it’s odd to think back on.

8. have you ever cried because you were so annoyed?

Friend, I cry when I don’t have a reason.

9. who did you last see in person?

Uhh my grandmother, if you don’t count her then my ex. I looked into why his computer wasn’t working.

10. are you good at hiding your feelings?

Not great. I’m a very expressive person and really I can’t keep things too well hidden.

11. are you listening to music right now?

Nope, listening to the gentle drone of my AC

12. what is something you want right now?

A cheeseburger... legit I’m dying over here.

13. how do you feel right now?

Hungry mostly, see post above

14. when was the last time someone of the opposite sex hugged you?

Damn... must have been a few months ago, last time I hugged my ex.

15. personality description

Bubbly garbage bird woman whose a bit too loud for her own good. I’m also hella extroverted and have an easy time becoming peoples friend.

16. have you ever wanted to tell someone something but you didn’t?

All the time, I keep a lot of stuff to myself.

17. opinion on insecurities.

I mean I have them, everyone has them. They suck but they’re part of being human.

18. do you miss how things were a year ago?

Not at all, things are strictly just better for me.

19. have you ever been to New York?

Passed through it once. If that counts.

20. what is your favorite song at the moment?

It changes by the hour practically. But right now it’s Migraine by Twenty One Pilots.

21. age and birthday?

23 and January 19th

22. description of crush.

Well my crush is my SO but... She’s a smart and beautiful girl that can keep my attention forever. She’s sweet and kind, and god do I miss her. (I’m very gay)

23. fear(s)

Sharp things, literally any bug

24. height

5′5

25. role model

Ugh... I don’t really have one. I feel like I’m kinda my own person and know that?

26. idol(s)

Again I don’t really idolize anyone. I guess any successful lesbian?

27. things i hate

Hate, like hating others.

28. i’ll love you if…

cook for me.

29. favourite film(s)

Star Wars Ep 5, Jurassic Park

30. favourite tv show(s), Spiderverse 31. 3 random facts

I lost 6 inches of height due to medical issues. I play dnd twice a week. I walk 4-5 miles a day.

32. are your friends mainly girls or guys?

Mostly girls, though it’s close to an even split I think.

33. something you want to learn

How to play more instruments. I love making sound.

34. most embarrassing moment

. . . nah we’re gonna keep that locked up

35. favourite subject

Like in school? History I guess.

36. 3 dreams you want to fulfill?

Get wife. Get a nice job in my field. Own a shark tank like some supervillain

37. favourite actor/actress

I’ve answered this before, but Laura Bailey.

38. favourite comedian(s)

uhhh don’t have one?

39. favourite sport(s)

This is a final fantasy roleplay blog.

40. favourite memory

41. relationship status

In a relationship :D

42. favourite book(s)

Fahrenheit 451. It’s just a great book.

43. favourite song ever

? ? ? Didn’t I already answer this.

44. age you get mistaken for

I’m told I look 15-17

45. how you found out about your idol

Don’t really have one, again/

46. what my last text message says

“If you wanna swing by at 5-5:15 that’s chill.”

47. turn ons

Passions, intellect, tiddies, hobbies

48. turn offs

Bad personality, entitlement, judging others.

49. where i want to be right now

At a restaurant, eating a cheeseburger

50. favourite picture of your idol

again... don’t have one.

51. starsign

Capricorn?

52. something i’m talented at

I’m told I’m pretty good at singing.

53. 5 things that make me happy

My friends, my girlfriend, dogs, dnd, this community.

54. something thats worrying me at the moment

My arms been bleeding for a while... it’s concerning me.

55. tumblr friends

@wildname @draenei-tales @vylette-elakha @draenei-tales @relik120

56. favourite food(s)

Beese Churger. No it’s actually ramen.

57. favourite animal(s)

Sharks. They’re rad as fuck.

58. description of my best friend

A kind and adorable bean whose always there for me and her other friends.

59. why i joined tumblr

@wildname got me into it.

Fuuuuuck that was a lot.

[chubsjiminiie]

Bʀᴇᴀᴋ Mʏ Hᴇᴀʀᴛ 🌙

~тaeнyυng х reader

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4.5k words.. its a long one!

a/n: i didn’t think i would write tonight bc im kinda ughhh. depression sucks but guys i really love how this turned out. I hope its not confusing and you get it.

posts everyday at 9pm est

requests are open!

Your body felt tense and you couldn’t seem to relax. Seokjin always throws an end of the year party and its always the biggest party of the year. Which means double the sweaty college kids getting wasted, double the alcohol, and double the hype. Everyone had been talking about tonight for the last week since he announced when it’d be happening. If we’re being honest ever since your birthday you hadn’t partied on the weekends like you usually did. You assumed Taehyung still did but he had confirmed earlier today he was too focused on school.

Part of you was extremely proud of him for finally focusing on himself and taking care of the things he needed to. But the other part of you was still upset at him even if he was doing better. It was nice to know your best friend wasn’t going to fail his classes and he was able to pass. But it sucked to not know how the person who you had so many feelings for, had been for nearly a month. Secretly you hoped he was hurting, and that he was crying just like you had been the nights you missed him most. It may seem a bit dramatic to cry for him because you weren’t actually dating-- but he had your heart in his hands and he just smashed it to the ground without a care.

He was and still is a good guy. He always knew the right words to say to make you feel better and to let you know he cared. It was just- he was horrible in relationships, even before you guys were together. You knew he broke so many hearts, and he refused to really acknowledge that part of his little games; but you couldn’t help falling for him. He was beautiful, not just physically but mentally. His heart was so pure and it intrigued you that he wasn’t good with love. You always wondered why it was hard for him to fully fall in love and give all of himself to just one person. He seemed scared... but when he was with you those fears didn’t show up unlike the other times with different girls. Perhaps you were reading way too into it and it was just you assuming shit.

You shake your head trying to focus on the task at hand. A pile of necklaces tangled together lay on top of your kitchen island, you had no idea how they even got tangled in your jewelry box but you were trying to wear one of the necklaces involved in the mess. With every necklace you untangled you noticed one really thin, delicate necklace, it had been a gift Taehyung gave you the same year you met. The memory was so sweet and innocent, it was the day you realized you had feelings.

He had invited you out to the mall because to him you needed a break from the all stress school had brought you. At the mall you were walking around sharing a pretzel you had bought at the food court. There was stand in the middle of the mall pathways that was shining brighter than the others; it had bracelets, earrings, and beautiful necklaces. Ignoring whatever Tae had just said to you,  you walked right up to one of the glass cases and scanned it to see if anything caught your eye. In an instant this delicate white gold necklace with a tiny heart as a pendant caught your eye. The guy behind the counter asks you which one you like and you point to it, he takes it out and shows you the price tag. It wasn’t that expensive but it was more than what you had to spend for the month. Bills were to be paid that week and rent so you couldn’t spend more than $50.

You hadn’t noticed Taehyung standing next to you until he moved your hand so he could see the price tag too. He didn’t have much of a reaction and encouraged you to buy it without knowing your situation. You pout and tell him that you can’t afford it right now. Without even thinking about it he lets the guy know you’re getting it and asks to look at the mens necklaces. The guy pulled out a tray that held about ten necklaces, most weren’t worth looking at. Then one really caught both of your eyes, it was a lightweight, also white gold chain, without a pendant. He quickly pointed it out and asked if there were any pendants that he could choose from. The guy brought out the pendants and they were all so beautiful, and sparkly.

“‘I’ll get this one.” He says picking up a the first letter of your name.

“Yah, don’t!” You giggle thinking its joke.

He just smiles and lets the guy know that it’s all together. You hadn’t really put it together that he was buying you the necklace until you saw him pull his wallet out and you quickly stopped him.

He looked at you and smiled, “You give me so much let me return the favor.”

It was small gesture but his eyes lit up when you put it on right away and your heart warmed up. His smile made you melt inside and just want to turn into a puddle on the floor. From then on you kept the necklace and wore it every single day until one day Yoongi teased you about it saying you were probably falling in love with your best friend. From that day you’d only wear it time to time; Tae wore his necklace proudly even when the guys teased him he would said “So what?” He rarely took it off the first year of having it but then slowly he too stopped wearing his until you guys began “dating”.

You held out the necklace and looked at all its beauty. Wow you thought. It had been months since you last wore it. You put it back down gently and pick up the one you originally had in mind to wear. For some reason it didn’t seem to fit the outfit you wearing anymore and the white gold seemed to fit better. He won’t notice it anyways you think and put it on. Even with the hurt in your heart the necklace made you happy and filled you with love; you missed him. You didn’t want to. The guys were so good at keeping you from missing him because they were always around to distract you but it wasn’t enough sometimes. They were great and are your best friends too, but Taehyung held such a big part of your heart and it just didn’t feel the same to be with them than being with him.

Suddenly a knock comes from your front door and a ding from your phone. Without looking at the text you know it’s Jimin already here to pick you up for Seokjin’s party, and probably leaving a overnight bag so he can sleepover. The door swings open before you get the chance to make it all the way there and his bright smile appears.

“You should lock your door more often what if I was a thief, Y/n-ie,” He walks up to you and kisses your cheek.

“If you were you’d be on the floor crying already. I’m always prepared,” You say pulling out a can of pepper spray from a corner in the hallway.

“Always one step ahead baby girl.” He winks and walks past you to your living room.

As you assumed he had an overnight bag with him and placed it right on your couch along with a toy story towel.

“Jiminie,” you chuckle, “A Toy Story towel, really?”

“Toy Story is the best. If you don’t like it, I don’t like you.”

“Oh I love it! I have the VCR and DVD version so get on my level, bitch.”

“No thanks. I rather stay my height then get bullied worst for being your height, shorty.”

“Hey.. we’re shorties together baby!”

You cute little banter continues on for a while as he gets comfortable at your house. It was still a little early to head to Seokjin’s so you both go into your room and watch Toy Story as night falls. You were both commenting at your favorite scenes in the movie and laughing at the jokes that sounded a little dirtier than you remembered as a child. As the movie comes to an end, you grab your phone to check the time, 10:47 p.m. .

“Oh that’s cute you’re wearing it again,” Jimin says looking at your neck.

“The necklace?”

“Mhm”

“I just saw it in my jewelry box and I just couldn’t leave it behind,” you say holding the little heart on your fingers, “It was calling my name.”

Jimin and you chuckle at your choice of words.

“Taehyung always liked seeing you in it. He wouldn’t stop bragging about how much you loved it and how you must cherish it since you always wore it.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. He’s a big softie, you know that. He started wearing the one he got at the same time when you started… your… thing. And we teased him about it but he said he didn’t care because it was his favorite. He hasn’t taken it off.”

You look at Jimin and he smiles slightly, a little sympathetic smile. You return his small smile, only yours is more sad and you feel an overwhelming feeling of sadness come over you. Tears puddle at the edge of your eyes and cloud your vision. You blink and the tears fall freely on your cheek; Jimin wipes them away and kisses your forehead.

“I’m sorry, I made you cry. I didn’t mean to.”

“No no it’s okay Chims. I just miss him, honestly. I was sad that he hurt me before but now I just wish that nothing had happened so I could talk to him like we used to. Ugh I know it’s dumb because he played me”

His hands cup your face and he lifts it to face his eyes. His smile is sweeter this time.

“No it’s not. It’s not dumb. You love him, not just in the romantic way but as your best friend. He was the one you always went to when you needed a push or you needed some extra lovin’. He was the one who made you smile the brightest. Even though I know you love all of us extremely, it’s very obvious he has a special place in your heart that can never be replaced. So it’s okay to miss him like hell, and cry tears for him. It’s also okay to be mad at him at the same time because as a,  potential something more, he fucked up.”

Your tears seemed to stop as Jimin finished his little speech, “I want to see him.”

“I think he’s coming tonight. If you feel ready, talk to him and see what happens.”

“But what if in the moment, I’m so caught up I forgive him for everything and let it go.”

“You won’t.”

“How do you know?”

“Because you’re not dumb,” he chuckles, “Y/n, you’ll probably both cry and then you’ll want to smack him after you’re done being sad.”

“I guess you’re right,” you say looking down at your hands, “He’ll probably let me smack him too.”

“Yes he would,” he gets out of your bed, “I love our heart to hearts but we got a party to get to. Everyone is probably already there but you know I love being fashionably late.”

“Okay let’s go!”

Seokjin’s place wasn’t far from yours, in fact none of you guys lived far from each other. You each somehow managed to lived within five to ten minutes from each other. The car ride was short and just a couple jokes were exchanged mainly coming from you, teasing Jimin’s sloppy moments when he’s drunk. He parks and you both walk up to the house. Already there are people on the porch and on the front yard making out. Walking through the front door a strong smell of vodka and tequila hit your nose, and you face Jimin. He just smiles and leads you to where he has already spotted your friends.

“Y/n-ie we’ve missed you!” Hobi engulfs you into a hug and kisses the top of your head.

You both pull away and you look around at your group. Taehyung was nowhere to be seen among them and you were a bit disappointed. After taking another glance you realize Jungkook isn’t there either so they must just be late as you and Jimin were. Your thoughts were confirmed when you felt arms wrap around your torso from behind and a chin lightly rested on your shoulder.

“You came!” Jungkook says pulling away.

You just nodded and let him greet his hyungs, that’s when you turned to your right and saw Taehyung standing there already looking at you with a shy smile. You return the smile and look down at the floor… he looked so… good. Jimin noticed your energy shift and nudged you, you lift your head up and see him smiling. His hand snakes down to grab yours and yoru finger intertwine.

“Let’s go dance!”

You eyes widened because the last time you “danced” with someone it was to make Taehyung jealous. You laugh and shake your head no.

“No no. I’m good I promise.” You whisper into his ear.

All the guys stood around in the circle by the dining room, talking about their plans for the summer. They were already planning for a vacation between the eight of you, to go to the beach or on a road trip. The whole time, you and Taehyung stole glances at each other, and every single time you’d catch each other. You guys ended up just having a mini staring contest but he ended up losing after you genuinely smiled at him and he returned it with a cute huge smile and he squinted his eyes closed.

“Ha! I won!” you say sticking your tongue out.

The guys all turned to look at the both of you, a bit surprised that you had actually said anything at all. Taehyung himself was a bit shocked you even looked at his direction so even those two words you spoke warmed his heart and his smile didn’t fade. Neither of you communicated after that, and the conversation between everyone ended up dying down. One by one they each went their separate ways, except Jimin, you, and of course Tae. You knew Jimin was only there because he knew you were still on edge about talking again to Taehyung and he didn’t want to abandon you to suffer alone.

“Go have fun. I’ll be fine. I think I’m ready.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to leave you without any support.” he says looking at Tae’s direction.

“Yes, now go! Go get high and drunk and all that destructive stuff you do all the time.”

He laughs at your words and leaves. If it weren’t for the music, you’d be standing there in complete silence; if it weren’t for the drunken students walking by, you’d both be alone; if it weren’t for the sweaty atmosphere, the awkward tension would be more obvious to the public. You just nod your head up and down trying to figure out how to have decent conversation.

“Do you want to go outside and we can just chill out without all this mess?” He says walking up to you.

“Okay.”

You signalled him to lead the way to wherever he wanted to go, and he went straight to the back deck. It was surprisingly empty and quiet, with only the bass being able to be heard through the walls. Seokjin had a small outdoor table and a couple chairs around it so you both decided to sit there. The moon was full tonight, the stars seemed a little brighter too; the atmosphere wasn’t as awkward as you imagined it would be if you took out all the party energy. It was quiet but not uncomfortable.

You felt calm though, maybe because you missed him, the anger wasn’t present tonight. You wanted to speak up and say something, something funny that would make you both laugh and smile. But nothing seemed to come to mind, you were more just wondering a lot and trying to stop yourself from asking any questions. He seemed to notice your sort of of behavior and looked up at the stars. He didn’t want to be the first one to speak in case it bothered you for any reason so he waited for you to say something. You finally look at him and really take a good look at him. He was wearing a very colorful patterned collared shirt, he had left three buttons unbuttoned so his chest and collarbones were out. Looking at his chest you see the letter of your first name shining brightly despite there being no other light besides the moonlight. The necklace lay so delicately around his neck, and accented it so beautifully. Your eyes scan down to view the rest of his outfit and of course he’s wearing trousers and dress shoes. At this point Taehyung was finally looking at you and as your eyes met his you saw tears in his eyes.

“You know I never wanted to hurt you the way that I did.” he says softly.

“Then why did you?” you reply just as soft.

“Because I’m an idiot. I knew your feelings, and I knew mine too, but they scared me. I was scared of getting into this,” he signals between the two of you, “and messing it up. But I did it anyways without it ever becoming more.”

“What scared you about your feelings?”

“Not being enough… You’re so amazing and kind and loving, I didn’t think I’d deserve to have a girlfriend like you. I was always out fucking random girls, and it’s not like I can lie about that because you saw it happen and it’s not the biggest secret on campus.”

He pauses for a second to reach for your hand.

“Throughout the years of being friends and spending so much time together, I knew you were different from all those other girls. You saw me date and be with girls all the time but you never once judged me for it or called me names,”

….

“I mean other than Taefucc,, but I know that was more endearing than making fun of me. And I’d have these moments with those girls but when I finished, I’d be thinking about what you were doing. If you were busy so I could come over or if you could come over. At first I assumed it was because you were my best friend and you were ten times more fun than they ever were. Then one night everything changed, I noticed you were distant because you knew I came after my little meetups and still you never said anything. I started to feel guilty about it the more I did it, and then I stopped fucking around as often and only did it once in a while.”

You listen to his every word wanting to know his side and what he had been feeling. It was what you always wanted, to know his real feelings and his fears about it all.

“Then you started hanging out more with hyung and getting drunk with him, being more touchy. I got jealous and I didn’t get it at first, I thought it was because you were my best friend and I didn’t want anyone to steal my spot. It wasn’t until you kissed him that I knew, I was,” he stopped and interlocked our fingers together, “I was, well still am, in love with you. And so I ignored you for those couple days and ignored you even more when it went further, until I couldn’t just sit there and watch it happen. So I made my move and it worked. I had you but I knew I wasn’t good for you.”

“Why do you say that? You always say ‘I’m not enough’ or ‘I’m no good for you’. But you don’t know what’s good for me and what isn’t. If you were no good i’d be in there finding someone else to spend my time with but instead I’m out here listening to you. You know why? Because you are enough to me. I know you have a good heart and that you can be a good ass boyfriend and that you can love without messing up so badly.”

“I don’t understand how you can think that after what I did.”

“Because you aren’t defined by one, or multiple, mistakes you’ve made. You’re much more than your errors, and I see the you behind all that. I see the real you. I’ve seen you cry over cute animal videos and over Moana even though it wasn’t that sad of a movie. I’ve seen you be supportive to those you care so deeply about, like me. You were always there for me no matter the issue and never hesitated to drop everything to make me happy.”

“But you did the same.”

“Well yeah you big dumbo, because I’m in love with you too.”

His tears were falling freely as you both spoke to each other and had a heart to heart. It felt nice, even though you were still hurt about what happened you understood his point of view. You understood where his head was at when he did everything. You weren’t forgiving him by listening, you were allowing yourself to hear him out and think about giving him a second chance.

“I know this isn’t the time and place for this, but I’ve had this sitting on my nightstand for the last month. I only brought it tonight because I knew I’d see you, even though we agreed to meet up tomorrow morning. I was hoping to talk tonight, like this.”

He reaches down his pocket to grab whatever he was talking about. A small velvet black box comes out and is placed on the table. He gently slides it over in front of you and looks at you then back at the box.

“For your birthday, I had told you I had a better surprise waiting for you and I didn’t want to give it in front of everyone because it was too precious for me. I also had a whole speech ready and was going to ask you to be my girlfriend… but as you saw and experienced that didn’t go as planned.”

You chuckle and reach out for the box, “What is it?”

“Open it and find out.”

Your hands gently open the box and a set of earrings in the shape of hearts lay inside, below it, there is a gold necklace just as thin as the one you were wearing. You pull the necklace out and see a small letter T hanging on it; the T had a small diamond on the center of it.

“T as in Troy?” you giggle, “Taehyungie how did you know?”

“Oh gosh, why didn’t I think that through..” he laughs at your HSM reference, “So do you like it?”

“Of course, Tae. They’re beautiful, I love it, you shouldn’t have spent so much money, baby.”

“I wanted to get something special for you that meant something more than a piece of clothing. I’m glad you love it princess.”

You place the necklace back in the box and close it.

“I see you have the old necklace I bought you. It’s cute but this one is better,” He says.

You chuckle at his comment but suddenly a wave of emotions hit you. Maybe this is what he thought would make you fully forgive him. This was his way of winning you over.

“I don’t want you to think this is me trying to win you over. I just wanted you to have it since it was supposed to be special.”

“Thank you. I appreciate it so much Tae.”

“Anything for you, princess.”

You look at your phone and see the time, it’s pretty late, later than you expected it to be. 2:23 a.m.. You both practically missed the entire party, but neither of you cared. This was better than spending two hours with drunk college students. The night was warm but the trees gave you a nice cool breeze which kept the humidity at a low. Now that you’ve both expressed your feeling it didn’t seem like there was much to talk about so you both look up to the sky and let the breeze brush up against your skin. You knew you wanted to give him another chance, he meant so much to you; and you believed in him, although your fears weren’t quite gone yet.

“I’ve said it so many times, it’s starting to lose it’s meaning but I’m sorry baby. I love you, I really do. Even if you can’t give me a second chance at us being together maybe we can try and be friends again. I would take anything, anything at all just to be with you.”

“Prove it.”

“What?”

“I’m not saying I don’t believe you, because I do. But show me, show me you love me. Show me you’re willing to be different and open about love and give me your heart the way I’m willing to give you mine. It’s not easy, I know that. But if you love me it won’t be difficult. I know it’s scary giving someone your all but maybe it’s worth it. Maybe I’m worth it. I know you also have been working on yourself which I’m proud of, but now, work on us.”

“What if I can’t?”

“You don’t know unless you give it a try. You tried to make us work without really putting all your feelings in and communicating, why not try to win me over by being able to communicate your feelings, your fears, your heart, with me. I want you to show me the real you, the man I love with all of my heart. I want to give that man a second chance.”

“I’m scared.”

“That’s okay. I am too.” you reach for his hand, “but that’s part of working things out. Not knowing where things will take us but heading there together.”

He presses your foreheads together and looks into your eyes, “I’ll show you princess. I’ll fight for us, I know you’re fighting for us already and  need to catch up.”

You close the gap between your lips and kiss him softly. He’s a bit surprised by your actions on expecting you to kiss him. But he returns the kiss and smiles as it comes to an end.

“I missed you.” he says.

[queenangst]

More Than Friends

by: achievingelysium Summary: A classic, two-part throwback to "mortals-meet" fics. Part one: Annabeth's having a no good, very bad day. Percy swings by to help. Things go about as well as can be expected. Post-TLO, Annabeth's POV. / Part two: Much to his friends' chagrin, Percy tends to show up late to class and flakes out on a meetup, until they meet his elusive girlfriend. Post-HoO, mortal's POV.

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Her phone buzzed.

Buzzed, then buzzed again.

Annabeth snarled under her breath, eyeing the teacher whose back was turned to the class, and then snatched the phone from her pocket. Whoever was texting her had better have something important to tell her, or gods help her—

It was Percy.

Despite herself, Annabeth smiled. The annoyance didn't fade—no, from this morning to that stupid brat earlier—she'd just about had it with the day. She'd only come back to school for a week, but already she ached to leave and go back to camp where she belonged.

Percy, 11:14 AM  hows it going babe me and grvoer r headed for the beach

Percy, 11:16 AM  wait grover and i?

You, 11:17 AM  you got it.

Annabeth ducked her head and grinned. She caught Lydia's attention in the seat next to her, her friend's eyes widening almost comically as she leaned over to see.

"You're texting in class?" Lydia hissed.

"Shh," she whispered back, batting Lydia away. Still, the girl was hooked, far too interested in what Annabeth was doing.

There was a noise from the front of the room, and the two of them froze, glancing up.

"False alarm," Lydia whispered as Ms. Martin kept writing on the board.

"You should all be writing this down," Ms. Martin said. "See, this is why you guys aren't doing well. I can only do so much, but if you want to learn, you have to be paying attention in class. It's not as hard as you think it is. Is anybody writing?"

Annabeth gritted her teeth, glaring across the room before looking pointedly at her open notebook. Scrawled on the page were notes, though Annabeth hadn't finished writing down everything. Her dyslexia wasn't helpful, nor was the way Ms. Martin organized her thoughts on the board, completely different from Annabeth's.

There was a general grumbling from the class. Furtive glances were cast around the room.

"Yeah, if only she would teach us," Michael muttered from two seats up. Annabeth and Lydia snorted.

It was no secret that no one in their school liked Ms. Martin. She was a hit-or-miss teacher, and she often berated her students on their less-than-stellar work in her class—even though that had always been a result of her teaching.

"There she goes again," Lydia said, sighing as she jotted down another line.

Annabeth wasn't paying attention, though.

Percy, 11:18 AM soo? good day [IMG _FILE] look at this cool shell grover said the pattern makes it look like its frowning but i don't see it

You, 11:24 AM  tell grover I don't see it either. also today's been awful

Percy, 11:24 AM  what wht why

You, 11:25 AM  ugh Helem got mad at me this morning. Again. *Helen

Percy, 11:25 AM she's too hard on u I thought u 2 were getting better

You, 11:26 AM yeah but last week I took off my necklace so I could go shower she almost threw it away. didn't know what it was

Percy, 11:27 AM she WHAT

You, 11:27 AM I guess it's not totally her fault but she should know by now right not to touch my stuff I hate it when people touch my stuf *stuff and I got really upset about it

Percy, 11:29 AM  u didn't tell me :(( ims orry

You, 11:30 AM its fine now I guess I got it back forgot about it when you called a couple days ago

Percy, 11:31 AM  what were u saying about this morning

You, 11:32 AM  UGH

You, 11:32 AM I came home yesterday [Unsent]

You, 11:32 AM went back yesterday at 2am because I ran into a couple monsters took care of everything but I got a little blood and monster dust on the carpet and in the bathroom was too tired to clean up got yelled at this morning for it

Percy, 11:33 AM ur fine right? ugh it wasn't ur fault

You, 11:34 AM I know she hates monsters and really wants to look out for the boys but she just and earlier I saw this girl talking about this kid in the bathroom and she was so rude I

Percy, 11:35 AM  did u get in trouble

You, 11:35 AM almost did I was about to punch her I was so mad and now I'm in English and I hate English and Martin

Percy, 11:42 AM hey… u have lunch next period i'll swing by with grover and take u out we can get those curly fries u like

Annabeth groaned. It wasn't that she didn't appreciate Percy, but her friends had been pestering her about her boyfriend since she'd gotten back to school.

They were just scraping two months from the war; Annabeth had decided to go back with Percy and Sally's encouragement. She'd missed about a month—school had started late August, but Annabeth had wanted to spend more time with the other campers and with Percy before leaving.

Now Annabeth was currently drowning in work to catch up, but Percy seemed to have managed just fine starting in mid-September. He'd gone back to Goode, surprisingly, and had bounced between home, school, and camp.

They had some kind of parent-teacher conferences this week, or maybe a holiday, which meant Percy had four days of weekend instead of two. It made Annabeth insanely jealous.

Percy, 11:44 AM so what do you say

Percy's text brought her back to the present. Lydia had gotten back to leaning over, but Annabeth blocked her friend's attempt to read the screen, furiously typing back.

You, 11:44 AM no you cant my frien [Unsent]

"Miss Chase. Miss Faris."

Annabeth's fingers froze over the keyboard just as her heart stopped. She fumbled to turn off her phone, looking up to see Ms. Martin with crossed arms.

"Ma'am," she replied, feeling her heart start to pound against her ribs. She cast a frantic look towards Lydia.

Monsters, Titans, fire-breathing Chihuahuas… Annabeth had seen them all. Still, there was something about teachers that sent them to a completely different level.

The class had gone quiet, broken only by Jay.

"Ooooh," he sang quietly, and the class tittered.

"Would you like to share what you're looking at instead of what you should've been learning in class?"

Annabeth ground her teeth together. She needed to text Percy back to tell him not to come, wanted to keep talking to him, wanted desperately to leave the classroom and find something she could break. The anger and annoyance that had hounded her came back; Percy had been cooling it off, but now something had snapped again.

"Learning," she said deliberately. Someone audibly sucked in a breath at her tone.

Ms. Martin arched an eyebrow.

"Indeed, Miss Chase. Something you would know to do if you want to do well in my class."

This was dumb. This was dumb, and Annabeth hated it, hated the way her skin was crawling like spiders were climbing across her front. She hated Ms. Martin with her stupid voice, who'd failed her first assignment even after Annabeth had worked on it for three days straight.

Hated the way the teacher was looking at her, like she was dumb.

"Maybe if you were teaching us something, I'd pay attention," Annabeth said hotly, standing up. Her fists clenched at her side.

The classroom, which had been filling with whispers and murmured conversation, went silent. Lydia couldn't seem to decide if she wanted to gape at Annabeth or cower in her seat with the way Ms. Martin was glaring at them.

Ms. Martin strode forward.

"Phone," she said, holding her hand out. "I want to see you after class."

Annabeth glanced at her phone, shutting it off and handing it over. They stood off for another moment before Annabeth forced herself to slowly sit down.

It wasn't worth it, she reminded herself, but a little part of her whispered that it had. Ms. Martin had turned around, marching back to the front of the classroom. People had erupted into conversation.

"Girl," Lydia exploded once she'd sat down. "Wow. You… wow."

"Shouldn't have done that, should I?" Annabeth grumbled, sliding lower in her seat.

"Maybe," Lydia offered, "but that was the most badass thing I've ever seen. Just wait until lunch. Everyone's going to be all over you."

"Oh, gods," Annabeth said. She covered her hands with her hands for a moment and then lowered them, sending a satisfied grin at her friend. "Well… I guess that was a pretty good line, huh?"

The remaining time in English passed quickly. Ms. Martin went back to lecturing them, occasionally interjecting with a comment about their work ethic as she glared vaguely in Annabeth's direction. Everyone went back to taking notes, but there was a restless energy that lasted until the bell rang.

"Dismissed," Ms. Martin called, and the students surged for the door, yelling over each other and chatting. Lydia shoved her stuff into her bag.

"I'll save you a spot," she told Annabeth. She glanced at Ms. Martin. "Good luck."

Annabeth took her time putting her things away. She wasn't a terribly organized person, but today she made sure everything had a place. While she worked, she reminded herself that she couldn't afford to have Ms. Martin hate her. Any more, and she'd be failing English.

Not to mention phone calls. The minute Helen heard a word about what had gone down, she'd go off on Annabeth. What little relationship they'd been carefully building would come crumbling down. She'd be the unruly, good-for-nothing demigod.

She took a deep breath and forced herself towards Ms. Martin's desk.

"I'll have you remember that I tolerate no disrespect, Annabeth," Ms. Martin said. "I don't like it when any student uses their phone in class, and if you have constructive criticism, I'd like you to bring it up to me in a more helpful way."

Annabeth held her tongue. She could tell Ms. Martin meant it, but it didn't make Annabeth feel any less unhappy.

"I'm… sorry," she said.

Ms. Martin made a noncommittal noise. "Are we on the same page?"

Annabeth glanced at the clock.

"Yes, ma'am."

"If this happens again, Annabeth, I can call your parents." Here, Annabeth's lip curled in distaste. "And I will send you out of class. You know that."

"Yes, ma'am."

Ms. Martin sighed. She tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, and though Annabeth didn't like her one bit, she thought maybe she was starting to understand where the teacher was coming from.

"It won't happen again," Annabeth offered quietly. She wanted to leave and slam the door.

"Be sure of it." Ms. Martin nodded, reaching over to a drawer and handing Annabeth's phone over. "You can go."

Annabeth left without saying goodbye, darting out into the hall and sighing.

"That could've gone better," she muttered, heading towards the cafeteria. She was five minutes late, give or take a few—the lunch line would be packed, and she'd have to wait longer to get food.

Annabeth stopped, suddenly remembering why she'd gotten into trouble in the first place. She checked her phone and found a number of missed texts and a call from Percy.

"Oh, gods."

"Annabeth!" a voice yelled before she could check it.

As she pushed her way towards her friends at the table in the corner, she caught sight of a small crowd. Over the din, she could hear a loud voice chattering away.

"What's Beatrice up to?" Annabeth said, sliding into her spot. Lydia lit up.

"Annabeth! You made it out alive!"

"Lydia told us all about it," Samarth said. He passed her a soda can. "Bought this from the vending machine as a gift, you brave, brave soul."

"Uh, thanks," Annabeth said.

"I still can't believe you said that," Jay crowed. "Did you see the look on her face?"

"What'd she say? Spill."

"It was fine," Annabeth muttered. "So what's all the commotion about?"

"Oh," Lydia said, slamming her water bottle down in excitement. "Queen Bea found a new guy to drool over."

Annabeth wrinkled her nose. "I'm sure."

Beatrice was nice enough, but she reminded Annabeth of Aphrodite kids. Cool, but sometimes overwhelming… and maybe a little too obsessed with getting a boyfriend.

She was pretty forward and could get a little bossy, hence the nickname Queen Bea. Still, the few times she'd seen her outside of being boy-crazy had admittedly impressed Annabeth. She was driven and smart. Med school, if she remembered correctly, though Annabeth never knew if that was her own ambition or if maybe she was fishing for a good-looking doctor in her future. Probably both.

Buzz. Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.

Annabeth yelped, pulling her phone from her pocket.

Buzz.

"It's her boyfriend," Lydia said immediately. The table oohed.

"It's not," Annabeth said, hitting reply. It was Percy.

Percy, 12:21 PM hey its lunch but i don't see u i could use some help um u can probably tell where i am theres kind of a crowd is this normal

"Shit," Annabeth said. No doubt the "new guy to drool over" was Percy.

"Annabeth?" Jay called after her as she crossed the cafeteria. "Woah, wait, did we upset you?"

She shoved through the crowd, and there he was.

"Look, I'm sorry, I'm just here to find someone," Percy was saying. Beatrice was unsurprisingly talking to him, too close for both Percy and Annabeth's liking.

"Well, you found me," Beatrice said. She leaned a little closer. "Wanna go to lunch together?"

"Uh," Percy said. He looked nervous, eyes darting around the group of people surrounding him. There weren't actually that many people, maybe twelve in total, but they were all excitedly chattering about the new guy. With their small school and class size, everybody knew everybody, and anyone remotely new got people excited.

He tried to step away.

"I'm sorry," he said again. "I'm gonna go."

"Hey, wait, what's your name?"

"Percy," he replied. He was starting to get jittery, Riptide appearing in his hands as he twisted the cap like he did when he got nervous. "And I'm looking for—"

Annabeth finally pushed through.

"Looking for me?"

Percy and Beatrice both turned at the sound of her voice.

"Annabeth," Percy said, obviously relieved. She'd been his best friend for years, knew the way he ticked, knew what every look meant. It made her stomach flip when his eyes lit up, his lips lifting in that crooked, troublemaker grin.

He held out his hand, and Annabeth took it.

"Oh my God," she heard distantly. "That's gotta be him. The boyfriend. Samarth, get a picture."

Annabeth wasn't paying attention.

"Hey, Percy," she said, not fighting as he wrapped an arm around her and daring to press his lips to her forehead. She closed her eyes for a moment. "What are you doing here?"

He grinned, eyes crinkling at the corners. "Curly fries, remember? I promised."

"Do you two… know each other?"

Beatrice looked like her dreams were being crushed slightly. Annabeth felt bad, then remembered she'd been flirting with her boyfriend and felt a little better.

Before Annabeth could open her mouth, Percy beat her to the punch. "I'm Annabeth's boyfriend."

It was a little silly, but it made her smile. Every time she got to call him her boyfriend, it sent warmth through her body.

Annabeth ducked her head to hide her blush, and Percy tightened his arm around her.

"Oh," Beatrice said. "Um. Sorry."

Now she was blushing, looking a little embarrassed.

"It's cool, I guess. Flattering, but I'm taken," Percy said. "Uh, sorry?"

Annabeth couldn't help but roll her eyes. Her friends took the moment to press in like predators hunting prey.

"So you're Annabeth's boyfriend," Lydia said triumphantly. She was grinning as she stuck a hand out. "Nice to meet you."

"That's Lydia," Annabeth said, sighing. They'd never let her get the end of it. "Samarth and Jay over there."

"Oh, man," Jay said. "Liv is going to be so mad she missed this. Uh, nice to meet you, man."

Percy shook hands with Jay, then Lydia, then Samarth.

"I guess Annabeth talks about me, huh?"

"Oh, she never shuts up," Lydia said. Annabeth kicked at her ankles.

"Lydia!"

"Really?" Percy asked, grinning. He slipped his arm down from around her shoulders, grabbing her hand instead. Her face burned.

"No," she grumbled.

"Kind of," Samarth said. "I think Lydia talks more than her, though."

"What? I'm interested."

There was a beat of awkward silence before Lydia blurted, "How'd you guys meet?"

"Oh, um," Percy said. "We met when we were twelve. Went to the same camp, and we got looped into some of the same, er, camp activities together."

"Arts and crafts?"

Percy was grinning again, and it was infectious. "Something like that."

"Cool," Jay said. "I got shipped off to summer camp a few times, too, but my summers were never quite as exciting as Annabeth's. Any way I can get in?"

Annabeth pursed her lips. "It's one of those you gotta apply at, but it's a little hard to get in. Pretty specific requirements."

Percy laughed. "You're not wrong."

"Guess I'm not going."

Percy shrugged and raised an eyebrow. "Maybe. You never know."

"You're from New York, right?"

"Yeah, but I'm on break, so me and another friend came down for a visit. Then Annabeth said she was having a bad day, so I thought I'd come pick her up to get some food."

Jay poked Samarth. "Why don't you ever do that for me?"

Samarth only squinted back. "You're the one who can drive."

Percy glanced over at Annabeth, and she squeezed his hand.

"Missed you," she said quietly, stepping closer. "It's been weird being here."

"Hey, San Fran's pretty nice."

She looked away. "You know what I mean, Percy. I don't get to see your stupid face around."

He leaned their shoulders together. "Missed you, too."

Percy turned to the rest of the group. "It was nice meeting you guys, but I think we gotta go. Fries don't buy themselves."

There was a chorus of "You, too"s as Percy led Annabeth away.

"Mortals, huh," Percy said. "Cool bunch. Though I'm interested in what you've had to say about me, Wise Girl."

She shoved him. "Come on. Let's get some fries."

[bike42]

Monday September 20, 2021

Mount Kilimanjaro is Africa’s highest mountain, and one of the “seven summits.” Summiting mountains is not really my thing, however the adventure of this trek intrigued me. Its supposedly the tallest mountain in the world that can be climbed without technical equipment. The highest point, Uhuru Peak is 19,340 feet.

We booked with Embark Expeditions, and they recommended we take the Lemosha Route, described this way: “With fewer than 10 percent of climbers on this trail and the potential to see a variety of wildlife through dense jungle, Lemosha is the best way to enter the mountain. At 45 miles, the longer route allows for more thorough acclimatization and a higher success rate to the summit. The trail passes through five ecosystems, from dense forest and heather up through alpine desert and the glorious summit.”

Freddie handed out a Karibu (Welcome) packet today that said today was a day that required patience - no doubt about that! We were all up early for breakfast, stored our passports and extra cash (for tips) in the hotel safe, and weighed our bags. My duffle for the trek weighed 27.5 pounds, Jeff’s weighed in at 33. My daypack, with 3 liters of water weighed just over 19 pounds - not bad. In it I have my rain gear (pants, jacket and poncho), water, some snacks, bug net and spray, sunscreen, first aid and general fix it kit, and I’ll add my Chaco sandals that I’m wearing on our drive this morning.

We left Moshi around 10 am, in a direction towards Arusha I think. The first 90 minutes were scenery similar to yesterday, small businesses, lots of guys on motorcycles, huddled together, but appearing to be waiting around (we’ve surmised they’re couriers or Uber drivers). We stopped at a Petrol station / Supermarket for a toilet break. There were also guys there selling souvenirs and also things more useful for the hike: ponchos, winter hats and gloves.

We headed out and turned towards Kilimanjaro and immediately it felt more rural. The goat and cattle herds were larger, we saw a few tractors and larger corn fields. Earlier this morning we’d passed a few sparsely planted fields where woman were cutting the corn stalks by hand, bundling them, and carrying them away on their heads - while beautifully dressed! There were no fences keeping the livestock in, and generally there were 1-3 guys that appeared to be managing them with long sticks.

We were climbing, and quite suddenly the scenery changed to dry grass and intermittent trees - what I expect to see on next weeks safari! I even imagined I saw two giraffe under a tree, but as I was telling myself I imagined that, Tam shouted out “There’s a giraffe!” Others saw it too, and when we stopped later, the other Dan had actually got a photo of them!

After about three hours, we turned off the Highway on to a dirt road towards the Londorossi Gate, where entry formalities were completed while we had lunch. There were many different groups there checking in, and it appeared to be chaos. They ushered us over to a pavilion where we were to eat our lunch, which to our dismay was exactly like yesterday’s. We’d spotted some colobus monkeys just as we were approaching the gate, and a group of us went over to photograph them and watch their antics. With their flowing white tails, they looked extra graceful! I never thought I’d see a monkey in a pine tree though, and I wondered how they get the sap out of their hair!

While we were eating and watching the monkeys, our guides were paying the fees and weighing in the porter packs. They’d taken each one of our 30ish pound duffels and put it in a green bag along with other camp supplies. Each bag had to weigh less than 60 pounds total. The porters would have a backpack on their back (with their stuff I guess) and one of these green bags on their heads, or resting on their necks. Wow.

The day was sunny, but when you were in the shade, it felt a little chilly. They told us to hike in long pants to avoid the stinging nettles along the trail. I rolled my pants up a bit, as pants felt too warm for me, but I did keep my long sleeve shirt on all day.

Back in the bus, we drove to the Lemosho Route, and I napped so I’m not sure how long it was? Walking from the bus to the pavilion to sit and put my boots on, I dropped my pack in the silty dirt. Ugh. I used my new Embark buff to wipe it down. One more so called bathroom stop, a few photos, and we were on our way. Frederick lead the way at a very slow pace - pole pole, designed to help us acclimate gradually and reserve our strength for tougher days. We’d step aside to allow the porters to pass, and several times faster groups passed us too (which was a bit more that some in our group could take, but it was fine by me).

I was surprised to find a well defined trail, but it mostly had 2-4” of silty dirt or volcanic ash and everything felt dirty at the end of the day. I was able to nose breathe since we were walking so slow, so I hope I kept the dust out of my lungs! We took a 10 minute break after two miles, and our two assistant guides, Alfred and Abel caught up to us and walked the rest of the way. We heard what Frederick said were blue monkeys, but didn’t see them. We did see flowers and birds, and towards the end of the day, more Colobus monkeys swinging through the jungle - so cool!

The area we’re in is technically Rain Forest, but it is the dry season. The flowers we see are slightly dust covered, and therefore not so brilliant. For the most part, the jungle is thick, but the rolling vistas were amazing. A really cool design of this trail system is there are 4-5 different routes up the mountain, but only one way for everyone to go down - so we didn’t have to deal with two way traffic.

After about 4 hours, we reached our camp, Mti Mkubwa, which means "Big Tree" or “Forest Camp” in Swahili. By the time we got to camp, they’d already set up camp and erected our tents. Camp consists of a kitchen, a dining tent, and we have two toilet tents which are actually quite nice! We didn’t have an appreciation for how many people would be at this camp … but our guess is 250 workers and 100 clients (our guides refer to us as “tourists”).

We got settled in our tents, then the camping crew brought us each a basin of warm water - heavenly to wash up but my washcloth will never be clean and it’s only day one! After that, tea and popcorn were served. Then Frederick and Augustine performed our daily health check (actually, we’ll get this twice a day). They have a Pulse Oximeter just like Jeff’s and recorded our O2 Saturation and Pulse Rate. Next the questions: How do you feel 1-10, and if not a 10, what’s wrong? When did you last pee and shit (their words, not mine). Are you taking Diamox (for altitude sickness) and/or malarial drugs? How is your breathing? Are you coughing? How is your appetite? Slightly awkward to do as a group, but we’re good friends!

Then we had dinner: vegetable soup, garlic bread, carbonara pasta, grilled veggies, cake for dessert.

Our support staff consists of:

Guides 4 (2 Lead Augustine and Frederick, 2 Assistant Alfred and Abel)

Chef 1

Waiters 2

Toilet guy 1

Camping crew 2

Porters 22

Student (Abel). A-Bell

Elevation (ft) 7,800ft to 9,500ft

Distance 4 mi

Hiking Time 4 hours

Rain Forest

Pulse = 70 bpm

O2 sat = 95

It was an amazing day. Jeff and I got choked up as we took our first steps. 2.5 years of talking about this, and two years of serious planning. After his heart attack 18 months ago, we both wondered if this was even possible. With pole pole, and good training, everything is possible!

[cxsmicmyeon]

i was literally just sitting there and got the exo notification from fb/insta/vlive and i was like W H A T no way!! but then they went and ghosted us for a whole ass month lol. if there hadn't been so many chanyeol updates i would've went insane. the promise for an nng video every 27th?? please bby you already have my heart, you didn't need to do anything else 😭 that first one with his birthday ads omggggg 💕💕💕💕💕 but also that update about myeon going to make ramyeon on his own?? mr rich man, really??? 😂😂😂

we just keep coming back to hurt ourselves LOL whyyyyyyy!? he was extra daddy in that suit omfg. myeon in professor vest suit with glasses will always be 👌👌👌 top notch. honestly i would not have questioned even if it was yours 😂

we are doing well!! ❤ have you seen that insta reel that goes along the lines of "for the first time in my life i don't need anyone because i have ..them" and it's exo? 🥺 ultimate feels for those ones!!

if you fly to korea, COUNT ME IN!! but we won't be fighting sm..hopefully we catch myeon and sehun on one of their outings 🤞 i feel like sehun sees him the most lol he misses his hyung even if he has his own real hyung 😂

ktown4u has it at 40% off for preorders 🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️ hehe we already know it will!! baek's face when he sung DONT FIGHT THE FEELING on his birthday live like he was waiting to get told off or was getting looks from managers behind the camera LOL

i came to this blog for your writing!! ❤ then you being such a BESTIE is a bonus heh i love your tags 😂

THE NNG VIDEO HAS MY ENTIRE HEART😭😭😭😭I CAN'T WAIT FOR MAY 27 NOW OMG!!! chanyeol my beloved🥺💕AND JUN GOING TO MAKE RAMEN UGH I HOPE MY MILITARY HUSBAND IS TAKING CARE OF HIMSELF!!!! i love him so much waaaa😭😭

jun invented the word daddy don't think of changing my mind yo,,, HIM AS A TEACHER OMG got me imagining so much scenarios in my head sjhudfjihdhf professor kim i'd do anything to raise my average 😳

agh i haven't seen the reel!!! if u can pls send it my way!! also yay!! so glad you're doing alright!!! <33

the way i legit do want to go to seoul one day,,, i remember talking to my friends about where we'd travel and i said i'd go to seoul and go to an exo concert,,, omg the dream right there! and HELP THE WAY I ACTUALLY HAD A DREAM THAT I MET MYEON AND SEHUN... LIKE I WAS IN SEOUL WITH A FRIEND AND WE MET THEM AND I WAS LITERALLY CRYING KJSHDFJFH,,,, i miss junnie and hunnie my dynamic duo🥺🥺

ooo i'll check out ktown4u!! i hope shipping to the us isn't ridiculous LOL!! baekhyun is literally so precious i can't take it😭😭i hope he's doing well in military and taking good care of himself😭😭

aaaaaa u came bc of my writing!! thank u for your support!! i'm so sorry i haven't been writing as much defo next week i'll try to get back into the swing of things and finish all the requests i have!! it's been a tough time for me the past week or so but i'm getting back on my feet!! and AGH my tags are so annoying but i love writing them LOLL so glad u get a kick out of it!!

and i officially declare u as bestie anon!! <33 :DD

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Ruby Sun 

Friday

(5:13 p.m.) Hey Ruby what are we supposed to bring??? Blake said u said nothing but like (5:13 p.m.) We can’t bring NOTHING, y’know? (5:26 p.m.) Ruby. Pls (5:27 p.m.) we have to leave right now!!! Help me out here!! (5:30 p.m.) we’re leaving I’m bringing a literal dildo

(5:31 p.m.) nO (5:32 p.m.) pls dont sun im begging u

(10:58 p.m.) ur lucky I’m a good friend

(10:58 p.m.) i seriously would have died (10:58 p.m.) thank u for not ruining my innocent soul

(11:03 p.m.) I wouldn’t have done it you know. I don’t even have a dildo. Where do ppl get them?? Do they just magically appear under ur bed?

(11:04 p.m.) :)

Sunday

(8:47 a.m.) hey r u busy??

(8:48 a.m.) I mean it’s summer holidays and it’s before 9 in the morning on a sunday, but nah I’m free

(8:52 a.m.) gr8. meet me @ my place in 10

(8:53 a.m.) ????? where are ur manners young lady

(8:58 a.m.) pls? :)

(8:59 a.m) I’ll be there in 15 (1:43 p.m.) u make it back ok?

(1:45 p.m.) ye (1:46 p.m.) just got back now y?

(1:52 p.m.) just making sure you’re ok (1:56 p.m.) sorry we ended up being out so late… my bad

(1:57 p.m.) don’t worry about it, like I said, it was my fault too. I just needed to talk to someone, thanks for listening.

(1:57 p.m.) hey I’m just glad you came to me first (1:58 p.m.) also I think this is the first time u actually used proper grammar wow

(1:59 p.m.) i can use proper grammar whenevr i want 2 ty vry much (1:59 p.m.) and actually I messaged Blake first :^)

(2:01 p.m.) ur evil

(2:02 p.m.) u kno u love it (2:02 p.m.) + what did u expect ur sis is HOT

(2:03 p.m.) somebody, please kill me.

(8:53 p.m.) hey sun what r u doing tomorrow?

(8:55 p.m.) ruby i love u but I CAN’T go for another 5 hour walk tomorrow (8:55 p.m.) I will literally die (8:56 p.m.) I can already feel my legs turning to lead. please. have mercy.

(8:58 p.m.) nono, Yang wants to know if u and blake wanna come over tomorrow and do a movie marathon (8:58 p.m.) we’re inviting weiss too, if that helps blake :p (8:59 p.m.) but trust me i think my legs r about to fall off 2. so much regret…(8:59 p.m.) i think it’s a sign i should start working out again.

(9:00 p.m.) you used to work out?? When? (9:00 p.m.) as a kid??

(9:01 p.m.) o yea, u weren’t here yet back then… (9:02 p.m.) ok u have to promise not to laugh here.

(9:04 p.m.) why would I laugh at you?? have u seen my abs??? being strong is cool

(9:05 p.m.) yeah when it’s for cool reasons. (9:06 p.m.) I…. used to fence…..

(9:07 p.m.) …...as in put fences up?

(9:07 p.m.) sGVajhKhBkdu I’m leaving

(9:08 p.m.) no! no I’m just kidding ruby don’t go! I’m sorry it’s just a little funny (9:10 p.m.) you’re just not the type of person I imagine fencing I guess…? (9:23 p.m.) ruby pls…. (9:48 p.m.) Blake said she can come if that helps…… (9:52 p.m.) which means I can come too? (9:57 p.m.) why do u do this.

Tuesday

(1:30 a.m.) hey u still awake??

(1:32 a.m.) yeah, got Blake on me tho. Trapped. (1:33 a.m.) she’s heavier than u would think

(1:34 a.m.) ye, yang and weiss r actually cuddling rn it’s kinda cute

(1:35 a.m.) better not tell Blake in the morning

(1:35 a.m.) i’m not stupid enough to, i dont wanna die so young

(1:36 a.m.) so what are you still doing up??

(1:36 a.m.) i could ask u the same thing

(1:36 a.m.) dodge the question much? Don’t make me come over there and tickle it out of u. u know i will

(1:37 a.m.) it really isn’t anything serious actually. I just couldn’t sleep I guess?? I’ve been having more and more trouble lately. And it’s even harder with everyone else sleeping in the same room. (1:37 a.m.) like I love Yang but her snoring…. I’m surprised weiss hasn’t woken up or kicked her or something already

(1:38 a.m.) oh i’m sorry. and we were all being pretty loud too when you decided to try and get some sleep earlier… did you even get any?

(1:39 a.m.) nah, but don’t worry :) I don’t normally sleep that much anyway.

(1:40 a.m.) jeez i’m sorry ruby. I’ll remember for next time. Do you want me to let you try and get some sleep?

(1:40 a.m.) no don’t worry about it sun, honestly. I’ll get a couple hours at least. It’ll just take me a while to actually get to sleep

(1:41 a.m.) do u want me to wake up Blake and we can leave?? That might help. We could just wake everyone up and all go home… (1:41 a.m.) I know you still live with Yang, but I can’t help that. You just gotta live with it.

(1:42 a.m.) don’t worry, I’m not that worried about Yang :p (1:42 a.m.) really though, don’t worry. It’s not something that can be helped (1:43 a.m.) I think even if I was in a dark and silent room, I’d still have trouble sleeping you know? (1:44 a.m.) It’s not really something I’ve talked about with anyone else but… I’ve been having nightmares ever since Yang lost her arm. (1:45 a.m.) before you say anything, I know it was an accident, but it still scares me, you know? I’m not a stranger to death, but seeing my sister come that close…

(1:45 a.m.) Hey, Ruby don’t worry about explaining yourself to me. You know I’ll support you no matter what right? (1:46 a.m.) Look. I know we’re not really the best of friends, but I care about you. A lot. Probably more than you think. I think you’re strong and cool, and looking back I probably should have known you would have done fencing or SOMETHING, with your love of weapons. (1:47 a.m.) I just want you to know I care about you. So if you ever need to talk, like yesterday.. I’m here for you. That includes talking about your nightmares, and everything that happened with Yang.

(1:49 a.m.) thanks sun. I’m sorry for bothering you again. I promise, there’s nothing majorly wrong with me, it’s just some nightmares. Really. I’ll come to you if I ever think it’s starting to become more. And I won’t even pretend to message Blake first :p

(1:50 a.m.) No problem, Rubes. I’m glad you trust me enough to share this sorta stuff with.

(1:50 a.m.) :) (1:54 a.m.) Hey (1:54 a.m.) do u wanna know why I quit fencing? It’s actually a funny story.

(1:55 a.m.) shoot.

(1:56 a.m.) well actually, the funny story is why I STARTED fencing, but it’s all the same story anyway. (1:57 a.m.) so actually the reason I started is because I wanted to swing a sword around (what a shocker :p) and I thought fencing would be cool. I thought I’d get to stab some people and learn how to swing a sword (1:58 a.m.) what I didn’t know was that you don’t get a sword. And you don’t even really get to swing your sword around a lot. You just sorta… poke ppl. (1:59 a.m.) anyway, I was actually pretty good for a while… I got into the national championship. Everyone was super proud of me. Yang and dad came to every game. My uncle Qrow even made it to the finals. (2:00 a.m.) Then I lost. (2:00 a.m.) The funny thing was, I didn’t even really care. Everyone else seemed to be way more disappointed than I was. I was just… glad it was over and I didn’t have to go to another, harder match. (2:01 a.m.) so I quit. I’d kept going because I was making everyone proud, I kept going because I was good. But once I had nothing left to do it for, I just… Couldn’t bring myself to even try. (2:02 a.m.) anyway dad was… let’s just say really upset. It was super dramatic. But Yang… She understood why, I think. (2:03 a.m.) she just gave me a slap on the back and said ‘Competition too easy for you eh? I know what that’s like.’ (2:04 a.m.) I always appreciated that she just understood me and let it go, you know? And now sometimes I go to martial arts practise with her and just watch. She’s pretty good at hand-to-hand. (2:05 a.m.) sometimes I think about just following her footsteps. But I think I need to find something that I’m good at all on my own.

(2:07 a.m.) You just keep on surprising me Ruby. (2:07 a.m.) No but really, that’s actually mature of you. I think it’s pretty cool you want to find something for yourself.

(2:08 a.m.) I’ve always been the type to try and walk my own path, I guess.

(2:09 a.m.) That doesn’t surprise me at all.

(2:11 a.m.) hey im gonna go to bed now, but thanks for listening sun. i feel a lot better :)

(2:12 a.m.) no problem

Wednesday

(1:25 p.m.) hELP (1:26 p.m.) yang is chasing me. i think shes going 2 kill me (1:26 p.m.) she MAY be covered in grape soda…. from a can… that i may have shook up… a lot (1:28 p.m.) sun pls help???

(1:31 p.m.) I think I’m good, rubes. shes ur sister

(1:32 p.m.) D: (1:35 p.m.) you’re lucky im a fast runner. otherwise i think i would be ded (1:37 p.m.) im not even joking. yang MIGHT have been wearing her new white shirt….. and it may or may not be stained right now… hehe (1:38 p.m.) u should have seen the look on her face when she realised it was me. hilarious

(1:38 p.m.) what r we going to do with u…. honestly (1:39 p.m.) u NEVER stick around to watch the crime. they can’t blame u if they can’t see u ;)

(1:42 p.m.) I think you might be a bad influence on me….

(1:43 p.m.) D: (1:44 p.m.) excuse u which one of us is the junior detective huh? That’s right. me 

(1:45 p.m.) i think ur forgetting which one of us stowed away on a ship to get here

(1:46 p.m.) u got me there, princess 

(1:46 p.m.) ;) (2:03 p.m.) hey what are u doing right now anyway???

(2:05 p.m.) on the clock actually. a junior detective’s work is never done!

(2:06 p.m.) ha-ha (2:06 p.m.) no but really.

(2:08 p.m.) no really, I am actually on the clock right now, why?

(2:09 p.m.) oh (2:11 p.m.) no reason I was just curious. Blake said u weren’t at home (2:12 p.m.) i though maybe u had gone and got urself a girlfriend or something ; 

(2:15 p.m.) Nah. I know I flirt a lot with other girls.. but I don’t really want to date anyone right now

(2:23 p.m.) oh ok. (2:25 p.m.) i was just joking u know. i know ur not really that kinda guy (2:26 p.m.) You’re too nice

(2:29 p.m.) u calling me a nice guy??? (2:33 p.m.) you’re gonna ruin my bad boy cred :^(

(2:35 p.m.) haha don’t worry. i’ll keep ur secret :^)

(2:40 p.m.) knew i could trust u red

(2:43 p.m.) ugh. regretting it already

(2:45 p.m.) what? don’t like it?

(2:46 p.m.) doesn’t it sound creepy 2 u????

(2:49 p.m.) should i just stick to princess? ;)

(2:52 p.m.) pls…. although it is better than red……

(2:55 p.m.) I’m taking that as a yes, princess!

(2:59 p.m.) why r we even friends…..

(3:01 p.m.) u know u love it

 Friday

 (11:48 p.m.) hey, you wanna go for a midnight walk

(11:52 p.m.) but… it’s cold

(11:53 p.m.) It’s summer! (11:54 p.m.) :(

(11:55 p.m.)  how about u come over here? u can join me in my blanket nest ^^

(11:56 p.m.) that is so… (11:56 p.m.) adorable. (11:57 p.m.) alright I’m in. be over in 10?

(11:59 p.m.) :D

Saturday

 (4:32 a.m.) hey u make it back ok? i feel bad u had to walk back in the dark alone…

(4:33 a.m.) don’t worry, I’m a big strong man <3 (4:34 a.m.) which means if I got stabbed, I could yell SO loud. (4:34 a.m.) im sure you’d come save me

(4:35 a.m.) ….but it’s so cold outside….

(4:35 a.m.) RUBY! (4:36 a.m.) D’:

(4:39 a.m.) im sorry… you’ll be remembered sun

(4:42 a.m.) i wouldn’t need to be remembered if u would come outside and save me!!!

(4:43 a.m.) sun was such a great guy, everybody loved him and his loud, girly screams….

(4:45 a.m.) i guess I’ll just save myself then :^( (4:47 a.m.) i’ll be my own knight in shining armour

(4:50 a.m.) good for u!!! u don’t need no man

(4:52 a.m.) i might if i was getting STABBED, ruby

(4:53 a.m.) nah, girl power sun!

(4:54 a.m.) I think that only counts if you’re actually a girl.

(4:56 a.m.) girl power is good for everybody!

(4:57 a.m.) except when ur getting STABBED. did i mention???

(4:59 a.m.) you big baby (4:59 a.m.) fine… I guess I would force myself to leave the sweet, warm embrace of my blanket nest for u…. If u were getting stabbed.

(5:01 a.m.) :) (3:06 p.m.) hey, do u wanna go to the movies with me tonight? (3:09 p.m.) just you and me

(3:09 p.m.) oh sorry, i already asked yang, is that ok?? It can just be the three of us if u want?

(3:12 p.m.) yea thats fine. (3:13 p.m.) but I get to pick the movie this time!

(3:15 p.m.) noo you always pick those buddy cop movies!! They’re all the saaame! People shoot each other and the cops always win

(3:18 p.m.) hey, Try Hard 3: Try harderest is a classic and you can’t deny it! You know you loved watching it (3:23 p.m.) besides, last time u picked we watched a stupid movie about a dying dog

(3:25 p.m.) hey, how was I supposed to know the dog was going to die??? it traumatized me just as much (3:27 p.m.) and if it was so stupid, then why were u crying 10 minutes in????

(3:32 p.m.) hey little bobby finding out Bud had cancer was an emotional, tender moment where ANYONE would have cried. (3:32 p.m.) Anyone who didn’t is a monster.

(3:34 p.m.) hmm… (3:36 p.m.) anyway, Yang said she wants to go see Injustice 5 (3:37 p.m.) it’s still an action movie, so you should be happy right?

(3:40 p.m.) well… (3:41 p.m.) it’s no Try Hard 3, but it’s better than whatever you might suggest.

(3:42 p.m.) hey! (3:43 p.m.) I can pick out good movies, just you watch. Next time we go let me pick. I’ll prove u wrong

(3:45 p.m.) deal. (3:45 p.m.) but next time no inviting Yang. just the two of us.

(3:47 p.m.) you’re weird (3:49 p.m.) but deal. I’m gonna pick a movie so great u will bow before me! (3:52 p.m.) and then you’ll have to pay for the next movie

(3:53 p.m.) yeah yeah, but I’m only paying for you! (3:54 p.m.) and if i win u have to buy me dinner :p

(3:56 p.m.) as if I would ever lose!

(3:59 p.m.) yeah well i think no matter what happens, i’m not losing either ;)

(3:59 p.m.) again. ur weird

(4:01 p.m.) ;* <3

Thursday

 (2:31 a.m.) I’m boreed.

(2:32 a.m.) and I’m sleepy (2:32 a.m.) what’s up??

(2:33 a.m.) idk. just cant sleep i guess

(2:34 a.m.) is there something i can do?

(2:35 a.m.) not sure. talk to me

(2:36 a.m.) about what?

(2:37 a.m.) i dont know, puppies? unicorns and rainbows??? whatevers on your mind

(2:38 a.m.) ok puppies ARE always on my mind, but unicorns and rainbows sun? Really??

(2:38 a.m.) hey im not the innocent one of the group ok (2:39 a.m.) what do u think about then?

(2:41 a.m.) idk… regular stuff??? my friends, my family… people i care about. also puppies

(2:42 a.m.) yea i got that part. (2:42 a.m.) and i guess i just thought maybe (2:43 a.m.) idk (2:43 a.m.) that you thought about crushes or something (2:44 a.m.) that’s what most ppl think about

(2:46 a.m.) yeah i guess. sometimes i do. idk i don’t really have any crushes right now (2:47 a.m.) unless you count my undying love for cookies. (2:47 a.m.) and Blake’s thighs ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

(2:48 a.m.) ur so weird ruby (2:49 a.m.) you’re supposed to be the innocent one

(2:50 a.m.) oh you know im only kidding. (2:51 a.m.) blakes too in love with weiss anyway

(2:51 a.m.) if she wasn’t, would you like her??

(2:52 a.m.) what do you mean?

(2:53 a.m.) i was just asking. since we were already on the topic of crushes anyway

(2:54 a.m.) I guess (2:55 a.m.) nah but really. i liked blake once but… it was just a stupid crush (2:56 a.m.) and anyway that was before u got here.

(2:57 a.m.) what does that mean??

(2:58 a.m.) what? Nothing??? I just meant it was a while ago

(2:59 a.m.) oh ok

(3:01 a.m.) you’ve been weirdly interested in crushes lately

(3:02 a.m.) not really. i’ve been asking everyone. guess im just curious

(3:04 a.m.) u want to talk about something?

(3:08 a.m.) not really (3:09 a.m.) anyways thanks 4 curing my boredom (3:09 a.m.) I’m gonna go to bed now

(3:10 a.m.) hey don’t leave!! now i cant sleep :(

(3:11 a.m.) goodnight ;*

(3:12 a.m.) Sun Wukong u get ur butt back here (3:15 a.m.) sun pls (3:22 a.m.) ugh goodnight

 Friday

 (5:47 p.m.) hey yang and i are gonna be a little late (5:47 p.m.) we kinda crashed

(5:48 p.m.) what???! On her bike???? Were you guys wearing helmets? Are you okay?????

(5:50 p.m.) yeah, yeah we’re fine. It’s nothing major, we just have to exchange insurance details with the guy who ran into us. (5:51 p.m.) yang’s got a big cut on her leg but she said she’ll just bandage it when we get over there.

(5:52 p.m.) you guys aren’t even going to the hospital?? Go to the hospital!!!

(5:53 p.m.) calm down, monkey boy. We’re fine, really. it isn’t a big deal. Yang’s bike even still works

(5:54 p.m.) leave it there, im coming to get u guys (5:57 p.m.) where r u  

(5:59 p.m.) you don’t need to sun we’re like, 5 minutes away.

(5:59 p.m.) already in the car bout 2 drive (6:00 p.m.) call me 2 tell me where u r

(6:01 p.m.) u really don’t need to…. But ok

(11:59 p.m.) hey where did u go?

 Saturday

 (12:00 a.m.) I just went for a walk. I needed to clear my head

(12:01 a.m.) hey if this is about earlier im sorry

(12:02 a.m.) nono, i just needed some fresh air dw (12:02 a.m.) it was just a bit crowded in there

(12:03 a.m.) rubes, it was just the gang. (12:04 a.m.) what’s really going on

(12:05 a.m.) it’s nothing (12: 06 a.m.) i guess im just thinking about what you said earlier

(12:07 a.m.) that? i said don’t worry about that. its not your problem.

(12:10 a.m.) no that’s not what i meant (12:11 a.m.) forget about it

(12:12 a.m.) what does that mean??? (12:12 a.m.) what did i say? (12:15 a.m.) ruby??? (1:03 a.m.) hey at least come back, ok? i promise i won’t make u talk about it (1:16 a.m.) just come back ok?

(1:29 a.m.) im already home, don’t worry. u guys stay there (1:32 a.m.) I think I just need a little sleep (1:34 a.m.) im not really feeling well

(1:35 a.m.) well it’s no wonder when you were out in the cold for 2 hours (1:36 a.m.) im coming over

(1:38 a.m.) no just stay over there ok? You guys have fun

(1:39 a.m.) ruby. Clearly im not going to have fun if you’re not here.

(1:42 a.m.) sure you will. Everything’s fun if you’re there

(1:43 a.m.) ok I’m really coming over there now.

(1:44 a.m.) and i’m going to bed (1:45 a.m.) have fun with your party, monkey boy

(1:45 a.m.) hey I’m the only one giving out nicknames here (1:47 a.m.) sleep well x

 Sunday

 (11:30 a.m.) hey are you feeling any better? Yang told me you’ve been throwing up

(11:34 a.m.) how nice of her. (11:35 a.m.) I’m ok. I think I really did get sick being out in the cold for hours…

(11:36 a.m.) told u (11:38 a.m.) do you want me to come over and make you soup?

(11:45 a.m.) yes please (11:46 a.m.) you’re the best

(11:49 a.m.) I know right? ;) (11:49 a.m.) anyways I’ll be over in 10 ok? In the meantime pls don’t die on me

(11:53 a.m.) yes because that’s exactly my plan

(11:54 a.m.) it’s a very good plan, princess.

(11:57 a.m.) don’t patronize me, Wukong (→_→)

(11:59 a.m.) please you love it

(12:01 a.m.) … (12:02 a.m.) <3

(12:02 a.m.) :D

Next

[riverballad]

when the damn thing breaks i’ll be there to take you home

(chapter 1/4)

ko-fi

read on ao3

Jason returns to Gotham in a rusted up, Barbie-pink RV. What ensues is possibly the most dysfunctional 33 hour-long road trip in history.

They hear the damn thing before they can make out its figure, blaring quick and bright into their line of view; it shudders up the driveway’s curved incline and splutters to a halt in front of Wayne Manor with an almost theatric expulsion of smoke.

It’s gaudy and garish and, quite frankly, garbage, but it’s enough to make the corner of Bruce’s mouth tilt upward, his figure a looming shadow from his perch in the upstairs study, expression obscured by tightly-drawn curtains and a carefully held cup of coffee.

Now, the others would question him about it--or, more accurately, berate him-- if they didn’t know any better. But Jason is, well, as Jason as ever, brows pulled low in a perma-scowl, hand curled precariously near the holster of his gun, and Dick knows enough about Jason and cars and Jason-and-cars to make the others hold their collective tongue. That is, in front of the kid.

But behind one’s back, the gang had long-since established, mockery was fair game.

Thus, as to be expected, when Jay finally enters the residence, it’s to a sharp hush followed shortly thereafter by a shoddy attempt at silence as the others muffle giggles into shirtsleeves or between folded lips. Jason’s boots echo defiantly against the shining marble floor.

“Master Jason!” Alfred exclaims, in mock-astonishment, as though he hadn’t heard the kid rumble up from half a mile away. “This is a pleasant surprise, indeed.”

“Hey, Alfred,” Jason says, visibly loosening. His features brighten ever-so slightly before returning to their instinctive frown which can best be described as something close to a frown as they make their way past the foyer. His vision settles on his three brothers who, gathered on separate couches in the sitting room, each sit with unnaturally-stiff postures, mouths tight and shoulders shaking with suppressed laughter.

Jason narrows his eyes as the silence stretches out before the four of them in a long, torturous line until, finally, one of them speaks.

“You are,” Damian says in place of a greeting, “not dead.”

Behind him, Tim sniggers. When he sees his older brother’s dark eyes flit towards him, he coughs, lamely, into his fist. Nice save.

“Correction: I’m not dead yet.” Jason says wryly, shoving his hands into the pockets of his ratty jacket. The brown leather creaks. Tim lets out another loud cough that sounds suspiciously like “Day’s not over.”

“Hey,” Dick says, rising from the velvety chaise before Jason can swat at the third Robin. He claps a hand over his younger brother’s shoulder and grins toothily in his direction. “So, Barbie. How’s Ken?”

There’s a beat. Then, as if possible, Jason’s frown deepens even more. As his eyebrows lower, behind them, Tim cackles violently.

“Y’know what? Whatever.” Jason shrugs deeper into his jacket. ("Security blanket, much?” Steph would tease him when she saw him in it later.) “Whatever. When you're all finished with your little bit, make sure everyone gets in the car.”

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It’s ability to cram all seven of them into the dingy space leaves Tim and Steph insisting, loudly, that Jason’s new ride is a “clown car.” (“It’s true,” Dick corroborates impishly. Jason’s grip on the steering wheel tightens, but the man stays silent.)

“Okay, when I said ‘make sure everyone gets in the car’, I meant like you and Alfred and maybe the new one.” Jason says to Dick, jabbing a thumb to his right at Duke, when everyone’s already wearing their seat belts.

From the front row’s passenger seat-- which Duke had wrestled from Damian’s furious grip on the basis of “One who calls shotgun first, gets shotgun. That’s, like, in The Bible”-- Duke deadpans, “Uh, thanks for that glowing invitation, man.”

“No problem, kid.” Jay shoots back with an identical tone.

After a beat, Duke inquires, “So….wait. Where are we going exactly? And with, uh, a lump sum of zero luggage.?”

“If this is a mission,” Cass pipes up from the back of the vehicle, speaking for the first time since they merged onto the freeway almost an hour ago, “I agree with Thomas: we are unprepared for this. I don’t even have my suit.”

“Me neither.” Tim seconds, absently, without lifting his gaze from its fixed position on the cards in his hands. When he catches Damian sneaking a peek from his side of the small table, Tim glowers, pulling the cards-- which seem to be the entire Uno deck-- closer to his chest.

“We’re not going on a mission.” Jason grinds out.

“Okay. Right. But, like, if we were to maybe , hypothetically be going on a mission,” Tim says as he draws four from the deck, “then we’d maybe , hypothetically needs to swing back by the Manor to get our gear.”

“We are not going on a mission .” Jason repeats. Dick snores loudly from the seat behind him.

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“So-- wait. We’re going on a mission?” Steph cries excitedly when she wakes with a start hours later. They’ve reached a particularly hilly stretch of road and the RV, in all its “old-and-gold glory” (Dick’s words) shakes like “an insufferable animal” (Damian’s. “ Pot, meet kettle ,” Jason had countered.).

“No .” Everyone snaps immediately.

“Again,” Jason sighs. “We. Are. Not. Going. On. A. Mission.”

The man’s shoulders relax ever-so-slightly, a shift in demeanor imperceptible to everyone other than Dick who leans over the center console and whispers, “Jay. Psst, Jason .”

“Hmm?” Jason hums, his eyes fluttering a little in an effort to keep them open. The RV swerves as it’s driver fights the heavy exhaustion that pulls at his limbs.

“Let me drive.”

“Really, Todd. Who knew you’d be as bad at driving as you are at combat.” Damian snarks, lifting his head from the red neck pillow Cass had convinced him to wear after Jason had slipped her ten bucks. She wasn’t one to side with Todd, really, but she’d gotten sick of Damian dropping his heavy head on her shoulder.

“Oh my God, Shut up .” Jason moans, slurring his words a little.

“You first.”

“Christ, y’all are weird.” Duke says wearily. “I’m not tryin’ to get in a crash here, Jason. C’mon, Let Dick drive.”

“Seriously.” Steph mumbles, still half-asleep. Jason shoots her his best attempt at a menacing look in the rearview mirror (which fails spectacularly; his eyelids, despite his best efforts, droop heavy and low over his eyes).

“Ugh, Fu-- fine! Jesus.” Jason surrenders finally, pulling the RV to the road’s rough gravel shoulder, causing the entire vehicle to rattle as he shifts into park and undoes his seat belt. He sags a little before wrestling with the car door, and steps out to the rush of sticky-sweet humidity of western Pennsylvania. A road sign, bright green against the darkening sunset, tells them they’re 50-some miles from Pittsburgh. Dick steps out too, shouldering past his weary brother and into the driver’s seat as Jason collapses into the backseat.

“Any of you guys gotta pillow or something? My back’s killing me.” Jay asks, turning his head behind him to look at the others. Damian pulls his neck pillow closer round himself, his eyes narrowing. Cass is sleeping soundly, cheek pressed against the window. Tim and Steph fiddle on their phones silently, bodies hunched over the small table.

“Wow, great. Thanks guys, you’re a real help.” Jay says wryly, starting to turn back around. He winces-- his neck’s been at a weird angle all drive, he realizes-- and grits his teeth.

“Hey, Jason? You’ve got a GPS or something?” Duke calls back to him, “Dick and I are kinda driving blind here.”

“Just-- uh, just stay on I-80 West,” Jay replies groggily, “That’s gonna be another 300-something miles.”

At this, there is what can only be described as “mass hysteria”.

“What?” Tim, Dick, and Steph cry.

“Oh, shut up.” Jay says, closing his eyes again and curling against the door. Out the window and obscured by a row of tall and wide atlas cedars, the sky burns in soft reds, oranges, and yellows. It kind of looks, Jason thinks as he drifts to sleep, like how he used to mix up Trix yogurt when he was a kid.

Suddenly, smack in the middle of the night, Jason jolts awake. It’s dark out now, and the once-deserted freeway is now alive with the bright tail lights of cars. They’re as good as parked now; the traffic is so dense that there’s no use wasting the car’s battery or gas to move two inches a minute. Inside the RV things are equally as hectic: Damian who, having somehow wrangled the front seat from Duke’s insistent grasp, is tossing insults at Tim with incomprehensible speed and fervor.

“Oh, yeah? That’s what I thought you’d say, you tiny fucking demon!” Tim throws back.

“Hey, language!” Dick absently chastises from the driver’s seat, eyes fixed on the book he’s reading. The RV jostles forward and stops once more just as quickly.

“Literally wha-?” Jay tries, but it’s drowned out in the chaos of the moment.

“Hey, both of you! Shut up !” Jay yells. They stop for all of three seconds (Jason counts) before they tumble back together in a mess of fists and kicks and shouts. Part of Jason is urging himself to step in-- they’re just kids, after all. They could get hurt. Or, a possibility as pressing to Jason, they could screw up the car. Somehow. Who knows with the two of them. On the other hand, they both deserve it for how obnoxious they’ve been since-- well, forever . But before Jay can decide whether or not to act, the two of them break apart with a yelp.

“He-- shit ! Damain bit me!” Tim shrieks, clutching at his forearm with melodramatic flurry.

“Well it’s not my fault you’re a bastard !” Damian retorts, his voice rising. The way his arms are folded across his chest makes the child look infinitesimally smaller. (Sometimes Jay really forgets the little Devilspawn is, well, a kid ).

“Ha, funny coming from you !” Tim spits back, with so much anger that Jason, despite all his confusion, feels laughter bubble up in his throat.

“Wow. I hate both of you. So much--” Jason says finally, staring fixedly out the window.

“Hey--” Tim starts.

“So. Much.” He finishes, “ Anyway, where are we? And what time is it?”

“Maybe you need a watch, Todd.” Damian offers unhelpfully, settling-- with much contempt-- back into his seat.

“Seat belt, Damian.” Dick orders, like the goody-two-shoes he is, as Jay is telling Damian that well maybe he should go ahead and die. “You too.” Grayson adds a moment later without looking around to check. Jason grumpily complies, opening his mouth to re-ask his question before Duke steps in to supply an answer.

“Eleven-something o’ clock and we are in,” He peeks down at his phone screen, which casts a pale blue glow across his face in the darkness. “...Indianapolis? Yeah, Indianapolis.”

“Great, we’re a third of the way there, then.” Jason declares, “And-- and my phone’s outta juice. Anyone got a charger.”

“No, ‘cause Drake broke the spare one.” Damian says roughly, his lower lip sticking out.

“Hey, what--"

"Anyway," Damian interjects with uncharacteristic (and suspicious) speed, "Grayson's hogging the spare.”

“You know as well as I do that the driver gets to pick the music!” Dick calls.

“Yeah, that’s, like, in The Bible .” Tim laughs, elbowing Duke in the stomach with bravado.

“Wait.” Jay interrupts, tearing his gaze up, “But there’s no music playing.”

“He tried to play “Dancing Queen” for the fourth time in a row . Then he ,” Tim says, jabbing a thumb in Damian’s direction, “ripped the AUX cord in half.”

“I don’t recall.” Damian says snootily, uncrossing and crossing his arms over his chest.

“Jay,” Dick interrupts once more, turning in his seat to face the younger brother. “You mind telling me where we’re headed now? ‘Cause-- not that we’re gonna be moving anytime soon, it looks-- but I stay on I-80 we’ll be lost in corn country.”

“That’s the plan.” Jason says airily. “Actually, I’ll get behind the wheel, now.”

“You, like, just woke up.” Duke points out from beside him.

“Didn’t stop me from driving a shit-ton of miles earlier.”

“Wait,” a hushed voice interjects. Cass-- having woken sometime amidst the commotion-- stares groggily at her brothers, eyes struggling to stay open, her freshly-cropped hair a dark and messy halo around her head. Steph, still asleep, is curled into the other girl’s lap, legs askew. ( Steph-spreading , they’d dubbed it). “Can we swing by a motel or something? I’d like to sleep in a real bed.”

“Me too.” Tim chimes after, a sentiment soon echoed by the rest of the (conscious) group.

“Fine.” Jay relents, after much pestering.

[starmoraquills]

starmora for the dialogue prompts - 33

50 Dialogue prompts - #33, “Prove it.” (Feel free to send a request!!)

post vol. 2, i just want them to be goofs and relax for a change. here we go!!**********A lot of them figure that, since they’re stuck on Berhert until their ship is repaired, they better make the most of it. Cozy by a fire, they roast one of their delicious findings in the thick jungle of this planet, drinking nameless booze that they salvaged from the wreckage. Fighting Ego was tedious – they deserved a night of drinking. Although, Gamora only decides to have one small glass, in case things go haywire with the Sovereign still being after them. However, after a long night of drinking, mischievousness is bound to ensue. She watches as they talk of many happy memories (and even some awful ones), but mostly ones that left them howling in a fit of laughter. Eventually, their recollections bring them back to where it all began.“I wasn’t easily going to be taken down by any of you,” Peter slurs out. “But I do admit, Gamora here -” booze spills over his glass as he points over at her “- was one tough fight. If it weren’t for you guys, I probably could’a eventually taken her down, though.”“I dunno, Peter,” Rocket suggests, “she was kicking your ass. You’re lucky we intervened.”In the background, Gamora smothers a smile by rolling her eyes. Peter is always a lot of talk, she’s surprised he’s lasted this long with that big mouth of his.“Yeah, well, you underestimate me too much, jackass,” Peter responds. “I think I could handle her with my hands tied behind my back!”Drax chuckles before downing another round of alcohol. “Perhaps you should challenge her once more, Quill.”“Ha! See? Drax agrees,” Quill says with a very full-of-himself smile.“Oh, no, I think you have very little chance against her. I just thought it’d be interesting to watch.”Peter sighs with a pout. “You caught me on an off day, G’mora… I know I can take you on. Seriously.”Gamora looks over at him at that, eyes full of amusement. His face is flushed from way too much alcohol, but his gaze is serious and determined. It’s very much like him to do this drunk of all times. Her lips tug ever so slightly at the corners.“Oh? Prove it, then,” she replies as she gets up from her spot.

He clumsily stands to meet her, leaning onto her as he stumbles. Her eyes are skeptical; she’s sure she could just poke him and he’d tumble back onto the ground, but she’ll give him the benefit of doubt. She fetches a small knife from her pocket to show Peter what she had in mind.“Much like the orb… try to get this,” she tells him.“Pff, easy!” he goes to reply, but Gamora is already fleeing into the forest.Everyone watches as Peter chases into the night after her. They decide it’s too much work to follow them. Not to mention, Quill is quite vocal every time he so much as stubs his toe along a root or something. Laughter echoes around the fire.“Hey,” Rocket slurs, “Bet ya Quill comes back with a black eye.”“My money’s on a stab wound,” Drax replies.“I am Groot.”“What? There’s no way he’d be injured that bad. Plus, you’re too young to gamble,” Rocket tells him.“I am Groot!” Groot argues.Rocket shakes his head, ignoring that response.“I don’t think it’s right to gamble on your companion getting hurt,” Mantis chimes in.“Eh, what the hell,” Kraglin says, throwing units into the small pile Drax and Rocket had formed. “Quill’s for sure going to get stabbed. Wouldn’t be the first time a lady stabbed him.”**********The Guardians gather in the beat up Milano, ready to turn in for the night. As they head inside, Gamora and Peter return, with Peter grumbling incoherently. They watch as the two of them round the corner, and Rocket instantly bursts into hysteric laughter when Quill comes into view. His arm is slung over her shoulder, and he looks as though he’s going to throw up. One extremely bad black eye is prominent.“Pay up, a-holes,” he says to Kraglin and Drax behind him.Unintelligible cursing comes from them.“Were you able to retrieve the knife, Peter?” Mantis asks in excitement.“This idiot wasn’t even able to dodge a swinging tree branch,” Gamora answers, eyes rolling before she nods towards his nasty black eye.One hundred percent a branch’s fault, not her’s. She didn’t even touch him.She sets him on the fixed couch before leaving to grab an ice pack from the freezing unit they managed to repair the other day. She returns quickly, and gently places it on the swelling purple skin. A soft smile is present as she overlooks him. He’s an idiot, but he’s her idiot.“For the record,” Peter finally speaks up. “I knew you could kick my ass any day.”He flashes a crooked smile at her, and her heart skips a few beats at that. God, he’s been awful about that, ever since their unspoken thing was acknowledged. He knows how to capture her heart with that stupid grin. She rolls her eyes and gently thumbs the red mark from the branch along his cheek.“Then why did you challenge me?”His smile grows smug and he tilts his head in thought. “Huh, you know me - I just hoped I could win this time.”Gamora rolls her eyes again.“Plus… I wanted to take your mind off of whatever it was on.”She considers this for a second. If she’s being quite honest with herself, before then, her mind was in a million places. From Nebula, the fight with Ego, repairing the ship, watching out for the Sovereign… She drops her gaze and smiles to herself. That is admittedly thoughtful of Peter.“Thank you,” she tells him, sincere.“Ugh, I’m gettin’ to bed before you two start makin’ out,” Rocket grumbles, disappearing into the newly fixed chambers.Peter softens his gaze at her. Her smile always makes her a million times more prettier, it’s unfair. She glows ethereally, making him fall twice as hard for her. He places a hand upon hers holding the ice pack to his face.“Maybe we can have a rematch when I’m less drunk. I think I’d have a fairer shot then, y’know.”Gamora sighs, the moment’s gone.“Alright, but I must warn you, Peter Quill… I won’t hold back next time.”A genuine grin exchanges between the two of them.

[babylon-bitch]

Just Friends ~ Also Hoplessly In Love (part 33)

A/N: plot twist

Harper White is best friends with Luke Hemmings, they always have been. Not only is she friends with the rockstar, but with the rest of 5 Seconds Of Summer, as well as a really nice girl named Erika.

Harper has a few secrets, she can play all the instruments the boys play and many more. It’s a talent she has kept hidden, only very few people know.

What will happen to the six teens, wondering around the world together?

Warnings: language and tiny piece of smut (I wouldn’t really call it smut tbh)

***

It wasn’t Lauren, it was Erika. She was sobbing into the phone and a blubbering mess. She kept saying stuff, but I couldn’t understand her, in the end I just hung up on her, then cried myself.

I don’t think she just hates me all of a sudden, there’s definitely more to it. I just need to find out what it is.

Erika and I used to be best friend goals, she was my first real girl friend. She’s the person I would talk about boys to, just girl stuff. I mean, I can’t really talk/do girl stuff with Luke, trust me, I’ve tried.

I just want things to be how they were, everything is so complicated now. I’ll even take before Luke and I were dating.

I’m currently at my house, all alone. I have a driving lesson in a couple of hours. It’s quite nice to be alone, everyone has been treating me like a baby, besides one person of course.

I should really go back to school soon, it’s Friday today, so there really wasn’t any point going today.

“Thats mine.” Someone says, making me jump, causing me to drop the knife I was using to cut up my sandwich. Luckily it just fell onto the counter, and didn’t stab me.

Turning around I’m met by the eyes of Luke Hemmings and his eyes widen. “What is?” I question, already knowing what it is.

“My f-flannel.” He stutters.

I’m in my underwear, garters holding up my stockings, Luke’s flannel resting on my arms, undone of course.

“Oh yeah, so it is.” I play along.

“Oh God.” He mutters.

I turn back around and finish cutting my sandwich, bending over and taking a plate out from underneath the counter.

Luke presses himself up against me and holds my hips. He pushes my hair out the way and attaches his lips to my neck, sucking on a sensitive spot then blows on it, whilst his hands move up and down my hips. I lean my head on his chest, giving him more access, I let out a small moan as he gives me another hickey, licking it to soothe it.

I detach myself from Luke and press my lips to his. “God. I’ve. Missed. You.” I say in between kisses.

I wrap an arm around his neck and press myself against him. Luke leans back on to the island counter. He grinds his crotch against mine causing both of us to moan. Luke takes of my - his - flannel and it falls to floor, leaving me in my jet black underwear.

His hands trail down my body and stop at my ass, he massages it then trails down to my thighs. “Jump.” He says against my lips.

Doing as he says, I jump and wrap my legs around his waist, as well as wrap my arms around his neck. Luke firmly holds onto my thighs, enough to leave a mark. Not because he’s not strong enough, he just has an iron grip on my thighs.

“Do you wanna take this to the bedroom?” He ask, lips brushing as he talks.

“I mean, we said we’d take this slow, but fuck the rules.” I breathlessly whisper.

He smiles but it turns into a smirk, he attaches his lips back to mine again. Luke puts me down and we make our way to my bedroom, hand in hand.

Closing the door behind me, Luke starts to take his clothes off.

It’s a while later now and I’m finally properly dressed, still wearing my thigh high tights and garters, just with some black, ripped, high waisted shorts over the top, a ripped, cropped band t shirt, sort of a grunge look today.

“Damn, my woman is looking hot.” Luke laughs as I walk down the stairs.

“Shut up.” I chuckle as I walk into the kitchen, accidently walking on the discarded flannel shirt.

Picking it up and shrugging it on, I pick up the sandwich I never got to eat. Walking back into the lounge, where Luke is sitting, tapping at his phone.

“When you were in England, what exactly happened that night?” Luke blurts out.

“Took and drank some things I shouldn’t.” I sigh and glare at my plate.

“Like?”

“Cocaine was the main drug, some other stuff I didn’t even know what it was. I just tried to get anything to make me forget, but it was all just an illusion. Deep down I think my body knew that and that’s why I kept going. Jelly shots are dangerous.”

“Never had them. Are you like, okay?”

“Yes Luke I am. I don’t need to go to rehab or something. I was - still am, but better - in a bad place at the time.” I huff.

“Okay, well I’m glad you’re not as bad as that now.” He smiles.

I roll my eyes and go on my phone. “It’s hard to explain what’s going on in your own mind, when you don’t know yourself.” I tell him.

“Are you going to therapy anytime soon?”

“I honestly don’t know. It’s never really worked before, so why would it work now?” I question.

“It’s up to you, love.” He shrugs.

***

I’m meeting up with Erika right now, well, she’s coming round to my house. I’ve just felt so guilty and needed to make amends.

I’m nervous as fuck, I’m gonna admit. This has been building up for a while, I feel like I’m in an episode of Eastenders. I used to watch that religiously.

The doorbell goes off and I make my way down the stairs, tripping over the cat in the process. “Ugh, owwww.” I groan, rubbing my knee. “Fuck off.” I tell Bess as he sniffs my face.

Getting up, I warily open the door. The sight of Erika breaks my heart. Mascara stained cheeks, bloodshot, red, puffy eyes, shaking hands, and tears pickling her eyes. Suddenly Erika throws herself at me and I wrap my arms around her waist. Her sobs shake through me, and it’s painful. Erika is usually the strongest emotionally out of us, I sometimes wonder if she has emotions. I’ve seen her break down a couple of times, that was because she broke up with her boyfriend(s).

“Erika, babe, talk to me.” I say and rub her back. Closing the door, I detach her from me and hold her hand, dragging her up the stairs.

“Just g-give me a moment.” She pleads, I nod my head and she goes into the bathroom.

Five minutes later she comes back out, looking like her normal self, just with a sad smile.

“Sorry, not just for getting mascara on your shirt, but for the stuff I said. I didn’t mean them, I promise, and I don’t think I can forgive myself for what I said. You have to believe me.”

“You said some pretty messed up stuff, Erika.” I sigh.

“I know that, and I regret that. Those words mean nothing to mean, and I don’t think that of you. The hurt etched on your face as I said those words hurt me so much, not as much as it hurt you I imagine. I’m really sorry Harper, please forgive me.” Erika begs.

“It’ll take a while for things to be stable again. Why did you do it?” I question.

“I was hurting so much and I k-”

“Why are you hurting?” I cut her off.

She looks conflicted and her eyes well up with tears. Her mouth opens but no words come out.

All of a sudden her lips crash onto mine, and I freeze. I don’t know what comes over me, but I kiss Erika back, cupping her cheeks, whilst hers hold my neck. I start leaning back, pulling her on top of me. My hands go from her jaw to her waist and one in her hair.

“What the fuck?” Some familiar voices question.

Immediately we pull apart and scramble away from each other. “Get out.” I harshly spit at them, walking towards the door.

I meet Luke’s eyes, and he has a mix of hurt and confusion on his face and in his eyes. I slam the door closed and run my hand through my hair, looking back at Erika, she looks torn between happiness and sadness.

“Erika, what the fuck?”

“I’m s-so sorry.” She trembles.

“Explain.” I seethe.

“I might be gay, maybe bisexual. I used to like this girl back in the early days of secondary school, I thought I just wanted to be her best friend, then I kissed a girl at a party a year later, and well, I’ve been torn ever since. That’s why I used to go on so many dates all the time. I didn’t want to believe it, I didn’t know anyone that was in to girls, so it felt as if I was going through this on my own.” She explains.

“Why did you kiss me?” I ask.

“How can you not understand? I’ve been in love with you ever since I’ve met you. I have this persona that I ship you and Luke so much, do you know how much it hurts to see the person you love, be so happy with someone else?” She claims.

“Uh, I w-what? I don’t know what to say. I don’t swing that way Erika.” I sigh.

“Then why did you kiss me back? Just to drag me along?” She questions.

“No! I don’t know what came over me, I just kept going on with it. I still want to be friends, but we can only ever be just friends. I’m sorry, I don’t mean to hurt you, but I’m happy with Luke.” I tell her.

“I know that. The only reason I said those things is because I couldn’t take it anymore, I needed to destroy our friendship, so I could get over you.” She plays with a loose thread on her jeans.

“I’m really sorry Erika. I don’t want things to be all awkward between us now.” I mutter.

I walk over to her and hug her, wrapping my arms around her shoulders. We pull back and I hold her in arms distance, looking deep into her arms.

Her head inches closer to mine and I move mine closer to hers. “Do it, one last time.” I whisper.

We move our heads closer to each other, I pull back slightly, afraid of everything.

Our lips connect and we start off slow, not sure if we should be doing this. Kissing girls is a lot more gentle.

I’m definitely straight though, and I feel really guilty right now. For pulling her along (unintentionally) and being unfaithful to Luke.

We pull back and I step away from her, running my hand through my hair. “Are you putting a label on things or are you just leaving it?” I question.

“I really don’t know. We should give the boys an explanation though.” She says. “Are the boys here, or did they go back home?”

“They’re probably still here, but I’ll go check.”

Opening my door and slowly descending down the stairs. I hear the chatter from the boys. They all go quiet and I stand in front of them, trying to ignore Luke’s glare.

“Go easy on her, and Luke stop it, I’m all yours, I’m straight. It was a- I’ll let her explain. ” I warn.

Luke’s eyes soften but he still looks annoyed.

Going back upstairs and into my room

“Are you guys back together again?” I hear Calum ask.

“Yeah, but apparently Harper has different ideas.” He sighs.

I shake my head at him and carry on walking. “They’re still here, and I told them to go easy on you.” I tell her.

“Thanks.” She smiles and makes her way out of my bedroom.

We go down the stairs and I pick Bess up on the way.

Walking into the lounge again, I take a seat on the coffee table, placing Bess on my lap, he leans into my touch and I giggle.

I see Luke watching me, a small smile playing at his lips. Animals make me happy.

“I’m into girls, also hopelessly in love with Harper.” Erika tells them and the smile on Luke’s face dies, and is crumpled to a million pieces.

He tenses up and glares at her.

I look up at the other boys, their faces full of surprise. “What? How?” Michael scratches his head.

“I don’t know, I guess I made up this person that goes on lots of dates, ships my best friends, and is really into boys. I’m not trying to take Harper away from you Luke, Harper is clearly yours, visa versa. If everyone wants to cut ties with me, that’s fine, I understand.” She frowns.

“Erika, you’re one of our best friends, we don’t want to lose you. So you’re into girls, so what? That doesn’t change a thing, also you dont have to keep pretending. I’m obviously gonna be a bit upset that you kissed my girlfriend, but we can help you get over it.” Luke surprisingly speaks up.

“Thanks guys, you are all great.” She smiles.

We all get up and go hug her, even Bess.

Luke and I pull away from everyone, he cups my jaw and kisses me. “I just kissed Erika.” He laughs.

“Did you only kiss me so you can do that?” I question.

“Maybe.” He winks.

“I thought it was because you loved me.” I pout and feign being hurt.

“Well of course I do.” He chuckles and pulls my arms, bringing me in for a hug. “Unconditionally.” He whispers and kisses me, again. Not that I’m complaining.

Suddenly realising that Erika is in the room, I pull back, and scan the room. Sure enough Erika is watching us intently, I quickly divert my eyes somewhere else. “What?” Luke asks.

“Erika.” I say and he rolls his eyes.

“Shes watching us isn’t she? Are we gonna have to hide this all again?” He questions.

“Depends how long it takes for her to get over this all. She’s suppressed these feelings for so long, it’s gonna take a while.”

“So, are you gay, bisexual, pansexual?” Calum asks.

“I don’t know, I haven’t put a label on it, and I’m not sure if I’m going to. The closest thing I am is probably bisexual, but then again, I don’t know. It’s all so confusing. I’ve never been with a girl that way, I’ve only made out with them.”

“Why didn’t you tell us or at least someone?” Ashton asks.

“I thought you guys wouldn’t hang out with me anymore.” She frowns.

“Erika, we’re not homophobic, and I don’t see you in a different way now.” Michael says.

“Shit, I have a driving lesson in half an hour.” I realise.

“You’re learning to drive?” Calum asks.

“Didn’t Luke tell you?” I question as I put on a shoe.

“No, how far along are you?” Ashton asks.

“It sounds like I’m having a baby,” I laugh and put on my shoe  "I’ve been doing them for a couple of weeks, but I missed a load recently. I’m getting a car soon.“

“Don’t crash and be careful.” Luke tells me and gives me a quick kiss. “I’m serious, I can’t let my baby get hurt.”

“I won’t, I’m actually a pretty good driver.” I self praise.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself dear.” Luke says.

“Shut the fuck up, you don’t even drive.” I laugh. “Bye guys.”

***

I’ve come back from my driving lesson, it went smoothly, I didn’t run over anyone, so I class that as a good run, or should I say drive…

I hate myself

I’m in the shower, singing to my hearts content, Take Me Home to be precise. It’s a song I wrote recently. ‘Home’ is where we all used to be, before all of this started.

Washing the shampoo out of my hair and wrapping a towel around my body. “B to the o, to the u,” I freeze. “You are in my room.”

Luke is laying on my bed, staring up at the ceiling. “Oh hey.” He smiles.

“What are you doing?” I question.

“What does it look like?”

I shake my head and get some clothes out of my draw, an old graphic tee and some sleeping shorts.

Plugging in my hairdryer, I start drying my hair.

Halfway through, Luke comes up behind me and take the hairdryer from me. I give him a confused look through the mirror, he ignores me and runs my hairbrush through my hair, holding it at the end then drying that chunk of hair. “Thanks?”

He just smiles at me through the mirror and carries on concentrating on my hair.

Luke turns it off and brushes my hair through. “Thank you.” I smile up at him.

“Nice singing, what song was that?” He asks and I roll my eyes.

“Samantha Smither.” I make up a name.

I don’t know, I listened to Sam Smith the other day.

He gives me a weird look but let it pass as he pulls me into a hug. “Are you mad at me?” I ask Luke.

“No, why?”

“You know why.” I give him a pointed look.

“I’m obviously a bit upset that you kissed another person, but Erika is going through some confusing stuff.” He explains.

“I need you to understand that it didn’t mean anything.” I say.

“Then why did you kiss her back?” He asks.

“I don’t know, something came over me and I kept going.”

“Did you feel anything? Like did it feel right?” He questions.

“No, it felt like I was kissing my brother.” I admit.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes! Do you really think I would cheat on you? I know I kissed Erika but I had no control, it’s not like I kissed her first, she came onto me. If this is going to turn into an arguemnt, stop now. I did wrong. I admit that, but I could’ve done a lot worse.”

“Alright, I get it, I’m sorry. Calm down.”

I sit on the end of my bed and place my head in my hands as sobs rack through me. “Hey, hey, hey, Harper, what’s wrong?” Luke questions as he rubs up and down my back.

“I just want things to be how they used to. Everything is so fucking complicated.” “We are all growing up, of course we’re going to change.” He tells me.

“I get that, but not this much as this.”

“We’re all going through some shit right now, but we’re all going to get through this together, as a group. Not just you and I, but as a whole.”

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get to know me meme thing

LAST

1) Drink: chai tea... or wait, water after that, but the chai was good enough that it should still be mentioned

2) Phone Call: i last called my parents, the walk in clinic were the last to call me

3) Text Message: “did it turn out alright?” to a friend who accidentally said “i love you” to her bf well before she planed to, lmfao <3

4) Song Listened To: starboy by the weeknd, i still go on tears where i listen to it for hours on repeat

5) Time I Cried: yesterday, i’m pretty sure... i still mostly cry every day, and have been for a concerning amount of time, but eh

HAVE YOU EVER

6) Dated Somebody Twice: more than twice, tbh, i don’t even know how many times we ultimately broke up and got back together

7) Been Cheated On: same person as above, but even more times than we broke up because i was weak

8) Been Kissed By Someone And Regretted It: oh yes indeed, i have not wanted all of the kisses i’ve gotten

9) Lost Someone Special: i’ve lost some incredibly special people in my life. the two i miss most are my cousin (once removed) who passed away when i was about nine, and a former girlfriend (definitely the most serious and meaningful relationship i ever had) who passed away this past november

10) Been Depressed: yeah, i first started seeing professionals about it at 14 or so

11) Gotten Drunk And Puked: lmfao YES I HAVE, that was my life for about six months when i first went to college

THREE FAVORITE COLORS

12) brown

13) green

14) blue

IN THE LAST YEAR

15) Made New Friends: yeah! and i’m so happy :3

16) Fallen Out Of Love: i’m not good at doing that, sadly

17) Laughed Until You Cried: omg yes, i do that about once a week

18) Found Out Someone Was Gossiping About You: no, and i hope no one’s that pressed for gossip because i’m boring af

19) Met Someone Who Changed Your Life: i’m not really sure about that yet, it’s early in the year to know... unless we’re saying since last march, in which case yes, for sure

20) Found Out Who Your True Friends Are: i’ve lost touch with a few people but it wasn’t as harsh as that, more just shedding the social group that was only social because i don’t... go out... these days

21) Kissed Someone On Your Facebook List: in the last year - i don’t think so

HOW MANY/MUCH

22) Facebook Friends: 86

23) Pets: none :(

24) Want To Change Your Name: i did already! in my late 20s

WHAT

25) Did I Get For My Birthday: a couple of new pairs of glasses!

26) Time I Woke Up: oh my god, i think 3:30 am. it was a rough morning

27) Were You Doing At Midnight: trying to sleep...

28) Can’t You Wait For: my next distraction, it’s been a dull day

29) Was The Last Time You Saw Your Mom: she’s sitting beside me on the couch right now!

30) Was Something You Wish You Could Change About Your Life: how it’s played out already - i wish i had finished college the first time. how it is now - just find the energy to do literally anything at all

31) Are You Listening To Right Now: suit and tie by jt

32) Gets On Your Nerves: people who constantly have to be making noise in one way or another, like as a nervous tic, because it does the opposite for me

33) Talked To A Person Named Tom: ... i mean probably, at some point?

34) Is Your Most Visited Website: tumblr, plurk, dreamwidth, youtube

35) Elementary School: it’s been torn down, my dude, it has ceased to be

36) High School: merritt secondary school

37) College: TRU (twice), kwantlen

38) Hair Color: dark ash brown

39) Long/Short Hair: oh god, kind of grown out short?? i need a haircut so tragically

40) Crush: UGH GOD I’M SO ABOUT JPITTS NOW HELP ME

41) Do You Like About Yourself: i guess my ability to see things from perspectives other than my own, or at least consider them?

42) Piercings: ears twice, labret once, all grown over now

43) Blood Type: A-

44) Nickname: maddie is my nickname, really, very few people diminutize it more than that, it’s short for madeline

45) Relationship Status: single and not gonna mingle

46) Zodiac: not only sagittarius, but triple (sun, moon, rising) sagittarius

47) Pronouns: she/her

48) Favorite Show: the last show i saw that really knocked me flat on my ass was stranger things, but i’m always swinging between them too often to have a solid fave. i am deep in hbo war, tho

49) Tattoos: i have six! two on my back, one on my chest, two on my left arm, one on my right

50) Left/Right Handed: right

FIRST

51) Surgery: tonsils when i was 4 or so

52) Piercing: ears, age 12

53) Best Friend: oh jeez, i think his name was nicky...

54) Sport: tee ball

55) Vacation: birch bay, washington state

56) Pair Of Shoes: oh my goodness, i have noooo idea

RIGHT NOW

57) Eating: nothing

58) Drinking: water

59) I Am About To: uuuuuugh i have no idea, maybe nap

60) Listening To: now i’m on dive by ed sheeran, it’s my fav off the new album so far

61) Waiting For: tags, hopefully

62) Want To See: moonlight, so badly

63) Want To Get Married: groans loudly and slides off the couch like tina belcher

64) Career: keeps sliding and groaning

WHICH IS BETTER

65) Hugs/Kisses: hugs are more multipurpose, but kisses are rarer which makes them a kind of treasure

66) Lips/Eyes: that depends, tbh, on whether i’m admiring someone physically or getting to know them on a more mental/emotional level. but if i like someone’s lips, they’ll be incredibly distracting at all times

67) Taller/Shorter: these are all situational...

68) Younger/Older: for friends and other roles in my life, p much irrelevant as long as we get along! romantically, either is fine so long as it’s not such a wide difference that it creates an uncomfortable power dynamic, or just renders us unable to relate to one another

69) Romantic/Spontaneous: OH MY GOD NOT SPONTANEOUS, never ever ever, my anxiety does not take surprises well

70) Nice Arms/Nice Stomach: assuming a “nice stomach” is meant to be washboard abs or smth, definitely arms bc i like a soft, cozy stomach tbh

71) Sensitive/Loud: i’m not really sure what dichotomy this is supposed to present... i don’t think how loud someone is says anything about how sensitive they are

72) Hookup/Relationship: i’ve never been able to hook up, personally, because i don’t have the self-confidence to hop into bed with a stranger. that takes heavy amounts of trust and mutual respect for me. but if that’s how someone does it, i make zero assumptions about them based on that

73) Troublemaker/Hesitant: i think being a troublemaker or mischievous or whatever can be code for straight up not giving a shit about the feelings of others, or even going after them on purpose. if it’s good-natured, though, it’s all good, and i’m so crazy hesitant that i could use someone with that influence

HAVE YOU EVER

74) Kissed A Stranger: no

75) Drank Hard Liquor: yep

76) Lost Glasses/Contact Lenses: lost? no, but broken for sure

77) Turned Someone Down: yes i have

78) Canoodling On A First Date: lmfao HOW DO WE DEFINE CANOODLING HERE... maybe...

79) Broken Someone’s Heart: not on purpose, and not even thoughtlessly, but i’ve had to do things for myself that have hurt people very deeply

80) Had Your Own Heart Broken: oh yeah, absolutely

81) Been Arrested: no

82) Cried When Someone Died: yeah

83) Fallen For A Friend: almost exclusively when it comes to irl crushes

DO YOU BELIEVE IN

84) Yourself: oh my god, do i try

85) Miracles: in some senses

86) Santa Claus: well, he’s a mythological figure of sorts, it’s a different sort of belief

87) Kisses On A First Date: they do, in fact, exist!

88) Angels: i believe in presences remaining with a person after death, because i’ve felt them myself, but i don’t know what form i’d call them

89) Love At First Sight: love is an ongoing process, or as massive attack’s teardrop says - love is a verb, love is a doing word

OTHER

90) Best Friend’s Name: laura

91) Eye Color: hazel

92) Favorite Movie: hard core logo