#until my best friend texted me at 4:30pm to get the fuck up and eat and i got offended that they said theyd help me

[interstellarbookofflowers]

happy points because maybe its not as bleak as it seems

i finished intensive mental health treatment and i made great supportive friends there! all of them made sure i felt loved and accepted me and my queerness and my arabness and my autism and it was beautiful

ive been to queer karaoke nights two times, during one of which i sung three songs! i shined fr. maybe i was made to stand on a stage bc not only i slayed the songs and impressed everyone (including myself), but i had so nuch fun singing in front of people. plus i made friends!

my best friend is truly just about the most amazing person ive ever met. i am an anxious clown, yet i genuinely am starting to trust that they will be here with me through it all. we've also had many serious conversations and whatever we're building together is beautiful. i wouldnt be here now doing what im doing without them.

i hung out with my muslim friends and ir was so nice! im struggling with my faith thanks to my clownass family, so having some muslim influence mixed in with arab influence was so fresh.

my guitar and singing skills are slowly improving. im trying hard to write songs. im used to writing poetry tho, so it's still kind of shaky. but we will get there! we will be starting to practice with the band soon and i cannot wait!! we also had music sessions with my best friend and those were also really nice

[ohgodsalazarwhy]

So yesterday was... A Day.  I talked about it on twitter but not here.  I woke up at 5AM on Friday and as I was getting out of bed Natasha was there to greet me.  She rubbed up under my feet, being sweet.

Then we walked down the hallway together.  At 5am it’s still a bit dark in the house, and Natasha starts to hiss at me.  Not uncommon to be hissed at by her, so I ignore it.  Then at the end of the hallway, she’s a bit ahead of me, she turns and yowls.  I freeze.  That’s a danger sound.  I don’t know why she’s turning on me but I try to slowly back away towards the bedroom.  She’s had these weird moods in the past, but never attacked me... though I’ve been afraid of it.

This time I take one shuffle back and she lunges at me in a blind fury.  It’s like nothing I’ve ever seen before, she’s screaming and attacking and I’m kicking out trying to get her off my bare legs.  I then dart down and manage to pin her to the floor with two hands but now we’re at a stand off.  If I attempt to relax my grip she screams louder and makes a move towards me.

So here I am, 5AM, bare legs bleeding and with a crazy cat under my hands in the middle of the hallway.  Absolutely nothing to grab like a big blanket or a stick or something to get distance between us until I can get to the bedroom.  I’m next to the craft room door and my legs are starting to shake and I realize I don’t have a choice, if I kneel down she’ll go for my face.  So I take one hand off her to open the door.

Natasha scratches my wrist and palm, then twists and sinks her teeth into my right pointer finger.  Deep.  It happens in second and then I’m shoving her into the craft room and shutting the door.  I’m breathing hard, shaking... I wander vaguely into the living room, try to turn on my floor lamp but I’m shaking too much.  I give up and walk into the kitchen to deposit the medications I’d taken out of my bedroom.

I can feel blood dripping from my finger as I walk back to the bathroom and finally look at my wounds in the light.  The scratches are up and down both legs, I’ve got massive scratches on my left wrist... and the bite on my finger is bleeding everywhere.  I run it under cold water but start to feel sick and am forced to go back to bed before I pass out or throw up.  I’m covered in cold sweat.

I breathe through it, getting blood on my sheets and pillow.  Natasha is meowing loudly in the room next door.  I breathe through the feeling of illness and shock and get back into the bedroom to clean the wounds and get antibiotic ointment on them.  I put bandaids on the bite wound, bottom teeth sank into the side of my finger under the second knuckle while the upper teeth had sunk into the top of the finger above the second knuckle.

I spend the next several hours in and out of bed as the sickness washes over me when I do too much.  But I clean the blood off the floor, and Natasha had emptied her bowels in the hallway so I clean that too.  When I go to the door and speak softly to her she hisses and yowls, so I leave her in there.  I don’t understand why this is happening, this is completely out of character for her.

My parents show up around 9am, and I’ve moved to the couch to lay there.  We’re supposed to go 8 hours south for a family camping trip.  And I’ve REALLY been looking forward to it.  I had all my stuff in the hallway ready to go.  But my parents are very concerned about the bite, and mom says I need to go to urgent care.  The more I talk and move around the sicker I feel.  I’ve bled through the bandaids.  Mom wraps my finger in gauze.  Before I leave the house I open the door to the craft room and quickly exit, I don’t want Natasha trapped in one room for hours.

Dad drives my car and he’s driving... aggressively.  That doesn’t help how I feel, which I think makes him even more nervous about me.  The first urgent care we visit is closed.  The second has a 4 hour wait for walk-ins.  So we finally just go to the ER.  I’m able to find a soft bench to lay down on while we wait... probably at least an hour.  While we’re waiting dad is informing family members what’s going on.  My Aunt, who is an RN, is glad we went to the ER.  My little sister tells her friend what happens to me, her friend loves cats and works with feral cats.

Dad comes over and tells me that Amber’s friend offered to take Natasha while I recover and I nearly tear up and say I’d love that.  I haven’t cried once, but my throat closes up when I think about what happens next with Natasha.  I love her so much, but the damage she did can’t be repeated. 

We get into the ER around 10am, but we don’t get out until 2:30pm.  We were supposed to be on the road by now.

I got a tetanus shot, xray, and my bite cleaned and bandaged as well as an antibiotic prescription.  Horse pills twice a day for 10 days.  Dad drives me to the pharmacy closest to my house.  Across the street is a booth selling Spooners blueberries (Spooners is a famous local farm, renowned for their berries).  Dad says he’s going to zip across the street for blueberries while I fill my prescription.

I come out after filling to see him across the street with the hood of my car up and he’s on the phone.  Goddammit.... I get my pills and text him, asking what’s going on.  The battery, the BRAND NEW BATTERY, has died unexpectedly.  I sigh and walk to the other side of the street to join him.  The sweet person at the stand has called their dad and told him what had happened, and Dad had called my little sister.  We wait around in the sun to see who will show up first.  Sure, this might as well happen today too.  I’m fucking exhausted.  I just want to lay down.  I sit in the backseat because blueberries are in the front seat that my dad is snacking on.  He says they’re the best, and Spooners doesn’t spray them.  I have no appetite or I might snack too.

The Spooners employee’s dad arrives first, and he jumps my car.  We thank him very much but he says it’s not a problem. I call my sister and tell her to meet us at my house, no problem she states.  Finally we’re home, and I cross the street where mom has been with the dogs this entire time, walking them around the neighborhood and staying in the trailer attached to the truck.  The dogs are very happy to see me and I’m happy to see them too.

My pointer finger is splinted and bandaged up and Leela sniffs at it and I have to be careful she doesn’t lick it.  We move across the street into my lawn as Amber and her partner show up.  They’ve brought gloves so they can help my Dad catch Natasha and put her in the carrier.  I sit outside with mom and the dogs while they go in.  Natasha pees on my couch during the ensuing chase because she’s afraid, but they catch her and bring her outside in the carrier.  I’m just glad she’s okay, I’ve felt very guilty about kicking out at her when she attacked me.

Natasha is scared as we set her in the grass in the shade of the fence.  I sit down next to her carrier and she curls up as close to me as she can get.  I want to unzip the top just a little to reach in and comfort her but I’m still a little scared she’ll turn on me.  So then we all wait together in the front lawn for Amber’s friend to arrive, Leela desperately trying to belly crawl her way towards the carrier.  When she finally does Natasha hisses and spooks her so bad she tries to hide under my sister’s legs.  Rotties can be such cowards sometimes.

Amber’s friend arrives with a van and I thank her profusely, but she doesn’t mind doing this at all.  She says Natasha is going to be well taken care of, she even has falconer gloves with which to handle aggressive cats.  I tell her Natasha is normally not aggressive, just very scared.  But to watch out for the yowling, that’s the danger sign.

Natasha is set gently in the backseat and the door is shut, the air conditioning turned on.  We exchange numbers, I thank her again, I can’t thank her enough.  With Natasha taken care of my family goes to a nearby burger joint for food while I stay behind to watch the dogs.  I just want to lay down.  Amber buys me a burger with a gluten free bun.  My appetite is non existent but I know I need to eat.

When they come back my mom and dad leave while Amber and her partner linger to talk.  Her partner loves to talk, he talks all the time.  It used to drive me crazy but I don’t mind anymore, he’s a good person.  I’d had the urine cleaned up and before Amber leaves she puts my couch cushion back.  I give her a stack of books I think she’ll like about abandoned places and ossuaries.  I’m finally left alone. 

No camping trip this weekend, it’d simply be too much.  I don’t think anyone in my family is making it.  My brother and his wife had to back out, Amber and her partner had to back out because of his asthma and the air quality down south.  Mom and Dad would be driving a long way for a short stay, and I know I won’t feel up for such a taxing weekend after the Friday I’ve had.

Amazing how quickly everything can go horribly wrong.

[athena1138]

i did another ask list bc i’m at a crossroads with my drawing

Single or dating?

single pringle

What do you look for in a person?

So much but also not much? I just wanna be with someone who gets me. Someone who can make me laugh and blush and who treats me nice and respects my boundaries and isn’t afraid to tell me about their boundaries. Someone who won’t manipulate me and cheat on me and then gaslight me because they don’t want to stop it. I just. I just wanna be loved, like really loved and cherished, yknow? 

Zodiac sign?

scorpio :3

What Hogwarts house are you in?

HUFFLEPUFF

What shirt are you wearing right now?

I’m not, I’m wearing a little grey dress 

Do you have any pets?

Me personally, yes, 1 1/2 cats (custody of my first son is in debate between me and my mother.) In my house? 2 cats and 4 dogs

Netflix or Hulu?

Netflix bc the Hulu subscrip I’m leeching off of uses ads (which is totally fine, I mean I’m not paying for it (I do intend to get off of it soon, ker, don’t let momma freak out about it. Mom’s talking about getting her own.))

Best self care tip?

Honestly? It’s cheesy but, look in a mirror, like really look for a good 2 or 3 minutes. Find 10 things about your face/body that you can say you don’t totally hate. And then when you’re done, smile at your reflection and tell yourself you’re beautiful. If you do it enough, eventually you’ll begin to believe yourself. 

Any odd skills?

Idk what “odd” means. Um. I guess I remember certain things really well? Like, you wanna hear an exact conversation I had 13 years ago? Cool settle down. You wanna hear a list of 30 random and completely useless facts I’ve involuntarily collected over the years? I gotchu. 

Favorite color?

Teal and mulberry

Did you play sports growing up?

I tried softball, made it through half the season before I rage quit. That was it though. I was a band kid instead. (But fam, if I had known what water polo was, you best believe I’d have been on all the teams.) 

Eye color?

brown 

Hair color?

brown 

Any tattoos or piercings?

answered in my last list (8 earrings and a nose ring, used to have another set of lobes and an eyebrow ring, 3 tattoos)

First kiss?

I was like 11 and it was bad. Like really bad. We tried to eat jolly ranchers to make it better but it was just so bad. 

Are you learning any new skills?

Digital art :3 

Early bird or night owl?

night owl

Sunrises or sunsets?

Sunrises, but only if I’m already up. I’m not getting out of bed for that shit. 

*pick 2 foods and make me choose*

My top 2 favorite foods are pork 包子(big fluffy Chinese dumplings) and chili. I’d choose bao every day of my life :) 

Super power of choice?

Shapeshifting. But not just like into other people, more like I’d like the ability to give myself mutations. Catch me disappearing into the ocean for 50 years to go be a mermaid then catch me coming back out to be a fuckin tree or something until I’ve decided I’m ready to reintegrate into society. 

Do you want to get married?

I may or may not have at least 3 dream weddings planned out in scary detail.

Do you want kids?

fuck that noise

Any siblings?

A brother 10 years older than me who I’ve disowned, and a sister 8 years older than me. 

Do you drive?

Ye. 

Long or short hair?

On me? I don’t care. Usually long until I have a mental breakdown and chop it all off. On other people? I especially don’t care

Oldest, youngest, or middle child?

Youngest

First 3 songs from a shuffle?

The Weed Smoker’s Dreams from Hugh Laurie, Smells Like Teen Spirit from Nirvana, Money from Ivy Levan. 

Marvel or DC?

MCU but DC’s villains. 

Any pet peeves?

Being rude to people, chewing with your mouth open, driving without your lights on. 

Are you named after anyone?

No, but my middle name came from my mom’s best friend growing up. (Though my dad was married to a Rebecca before my mom which I think is really fucking weird that I’m named Rebecca, too? Mom swears there’s no correlation but come on.) 

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Pfft, who, me?

How long does it take you to get ready in the morning?

Depends on where I’m going. Max an hour and that’s if I need to shower and put eyeliner on. 

Have you ever been in an airplane?

Ye

How about a helicopter?

No

What time is it right now where you live?

11:30pm

Have you ever been out of your home country?

Ye

What was the reason for your last breakup?

He left me for a minor. 

What kind of phone do you have?

Samsung galaxy s7

Who is the last person you texted?

My mommy

Would you consider your name unique?

My name is Rebecca. Let that be an answer. 

Do you prefer swimming in the ocean or a pool?

They both have perks. Probably a pool, I guess. I can get scared of water I can’t see through, but I do love the ocean.

Are you right or left handed?

Right

Do you wear pajamas? If so, what kind?

Nope. I either fall asleep in my clothes or I’m sleeping in a tank top and underwear (unless I’m home alone then it’s just underwear.) 

What is the temperature right now?

80, and i have a blanket on.

Are you a picky eater?

Nope. I just have one thing I absolutely cannot eat and that’s anything on a bone. Oh, and ham & bean soup, gravy of any kind, and anything that comes out of the water. 

Do you fear thunder/lightning?

Hell no I love that shit

Do you get homesick?

I can, but increasingly less as time goes on. 

Do you wear a ring?

Nah. I have fat fingers and don’t like things on my hands. That’s part of the reason I don’t want an engagement ring is because I’d be too scared to lose it and then I’d never wear it and I’d still somehow lose it. (I wanna get the One Ring’s inscription tattooed around my ring finger.) 

Favorite soda?

Cherry vanilla coke

Are both of your biological parents still in your life?

No. Dad died 9 years ago

[megwritesfanfiction]

Disclaimer: I do not own Boku No Hero Academia/My Hero Academia. This is a work of fiction that I am not making a profit off of.

A/N: You guys... I have had so much caffeine it’s ridiculous. I did not think I was gonna get this updated this week, but it's done! Thanks for all the hearts, kudos, and comments! They keep me warm and going! <3

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Chapter 6: “Fuck you and your word a day calendar!” Chapter Summary:  “That word a day calendar seems to be doing wonders for your vocabulary,” Bakugo snorted, wiping his face with the bottom of his shirt.

“I know what the word break means.” Kirishima finished the last of his water with a loud sigh. “Today’s word was perfidious for your information.”

How ironic.

Since he was forced to sit and listen to his mother scream about her ruined kitchen table, Bakugo decided to use that time to think.

His father was right.

He enjoyed being around Uraraka.

She was one of the few people who genuinely didn’t vilify his behavior. It took his classmates awhile to get used to his behavior, but none of them really understood him like she had.

Yaoyorozu, Tokoyami, and Shoji would typically shoot him a look of disapproval before ignoring him.

Iida would shout about how he needed to contain himself or give a lecture about how unbecoming his behavior was.

Mina would shake her head and sometimes fan the flames of his irritation.

Kaminari would tell him to calm down which was probably one of the worst of reactions.

Kirishima tried. As much crap as Bakugo gave the redhead, he could never say he didn’t try to understand him. A lot of the time, it felt like Kirishima wasn’t unsure how to handle his outbursts. There were times he got it right, but there were others he poured gasoline on the already unstable combustion.

Midoriya was the person who surprised him the most.

For all of Midoriya’s insight, he never understood that his anger was a defensive mechanism. It took the two battling it out and an overflow of trauma for Bakugo to breakdown in front of his rival. The things he’d said and done were unforgivable. Bakugo wouldn’t ever try to excuse them but he could never stop himself from wondering why hadn’t Midoriya seen his fear.

Uraraka treated his temper and brash voice as a part of who he was and embraced it. Rather than cringe, she’d smile and continue talking to him.

It reminded him of how his father spoke to his mother when she ranted or her voice raised.

Sometimes she’d throw a smart comment back at him and they would end up trading snarky remarks back and forth. Uraraka wasn’t afraid to go toe to toe with him, and she didn’t treat him like he was unstable.

When he challenged her, she rose to meet him before surpassing him with a challenge of her own.

Who wouldn’t want to hang out with someone who you could have fun with, who understands you, and could trade sarcastic little quips with?

Bakugo decided after dinner that he would send her a text message.

Casual.

Not intimidating.

The method also gave him the ability to control the conversation and carefully craft his words.

He’d survived his mother’s scathing eulogy about her destroyed dining room table while they ate dinner in the living room without saying a word surprisingly. Anytime he felt a remark itching on his tongue, he shoveled another mouthful of curry into his mouth to stop himself. Arguing would draw out the already painful sermon his mother was screaming. He almost laughed at the sight of his father’s eyes bouncing between them in confusion as he remained silent.

When Bakugo finally made it to his room, he dropped to the edge of his bed to realize he didn’t have Uraraka’s phone number.

“Of fucking course,” he growled, cradling his head in his hands. He’d worked up the nerve to message her, not that it was a big deal, and he didn’t even have her number.

To be fair, he didn’t have a lot of his classmates’ cell phone numbers. The only reason he bothered saving Kirishima’s number was that they regularly worked out together, and the rest of the idiots in their group had come with the package.

Yaoyorozu had made a class directory and group chat during their first year, but Bakugo had dismissed that and destroyed the email as soon as he’d seen it.

“Fuck.”

Much to his regret.

He didn’t think that about two and a half years later he’d regret not participating in idle chatter, questionable memes, and whatever stupid antics went on there.

Bakugo huffed, scrolling through his contacts.

Someone had to have her number.

Calling Midoriya was out of the question. The two of them hadn’t called or texted since middle school, and Bakugo planned on keeping up the streak. The only reason he had his information was because he’d have to go to Midoriya’s house after school or sleep over when his parents had to work late.

After Midoriya, Ashido would be the person next likely to have Uraraka’s number. Ashido was also a terrible gossip and probably wouldn’t give up the information unless she knew why Bakugo wanted it.

Kaminari wasn’t smart enough for discretion. It was unlikely he even had her number. The moron would probably go to the group message to ask her for her number and tell everyone he asked for it.

He could probably trust Jirou. The two of them had oddly bonded over their love of skulls, but she wasn’t someone he really knew. It felt weird asking her for a favor, and it would be even weirder if she didn’t have Uraraka’s information or questioned why he wanted it.

Bakugo sighed, stopping on the only person he could call in this situation. Clicking on the name, he held the phone against his ear as impatiently waited for an answer. “Oi, Shitty hair…”

There was always Kirishima.

“What are you doing tomorrow?”

xxxxxxxxxxxxxx

URARAKA, 12:12PM

Please tell me we aren’t getting soba noodles tomorrow.

MIDORIYA, 12:15PM

Lol! It’s the one thing we know Todoroki will eat.

URARAKA, 12:15PM

That boy needs some variety!

MIDORIYA, 12:16PM

I’ll leave that conversation to you then.

URARAKA, 12:18PM

I am in no position to tell anyone anything. I have been engaged in an epic battle with the copier all morning, and I am losing.

MIDORIYA, 12:18PM Heroes don’t lose. Defeat is NOT an option, Uravity!

URARAKA, 12:18PM

It is after 4 paper jams and having to replace the toner.

MIDORIYA, 12:21PM

Work study fun, eh?

URARAKA, 12:25PM

Work study hell…

URARAKA, 12:25PM

I mean, It’s nice I got to get back to campus earlier and get settled. Plus I’m getting paid… But, DUDE! I’m pretty sure I’ve gone through an illegal amount of paper.

MIDORIYA, 12:26PM

It can’t be that bad.

URARAKA, 12:27PM

Sent a photo

MIDORIYA, 12:27PM

Holy crap…

URARAKA , 12:28PM

Indeed. You would not believe the liability forms. These things are amazingly thorough.

MIDORIYA, 12:30PM

Oh I believe that! I’m pretty sure some of those are because of me!! Lol

URARAKA, 12:30PM

Probably! Lol

URARAKA, 12:31PM

You problem child you!

MIDORIYA, 12:33PM

I’m not the one sneaking out with the class bad boy…

URARAKA, 12:34PM

….

MIDORIYA, 12:34PM

:D

URARAKA, 12:36PM

I would like to say something very rude and unpleasant to you, but I can’t because you’re my best friend and you covered for me so I’m giving you until next semester until I fight back…

MIDORIYA, 12:37PM

You ask him out yet?

URARAKA, 12:38PM

Let the boys know that I’m good for tomorrow

MIDORIYA, 12:38PM

Is that a no?

URARAKA, 12:39PM

Also tell them no soba noodles!

MIDORIYA, 12:39PM

At least give him back his hoodie

URARAKA, 12:39PM

The hoodie is mine. It still smells very nice and it’s cozy.

MIDORIYA, 12:40PM

Thief

URARAKA, 12:43PM

Yes, but ANYWAY! I g2g, Mic just came in and I think I have more copies to make.

URARAKA, 12:44PM

… Yay…. NOT

MIDORIYA, 12:45PM

Later!

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“You know,” Kirishima panted, collapsing against the gym mat. “When you said you wanted to hang out-”

Bakugo rolled his eyes, blinking back droplets of sweat gathering on his lashes. He dropped his back against the concrete wall and lowered himself to a wall sit to rest.

“I figure-” He shrugged taking in a large gulp of air as his muscles burned with exertion. “Oh cool, we can go to the movies, play some games at the arcade, go on a hike, go shopping-”

“I fucking hate the mall...”

“That!” he wheezed, pointing at his friend with a small sneer and shooting him a sharp glare from bleary eyes. “That is not the point! If I knew you were going to torture me-”

To be fair, torture wasn’t really his intention. “How is this different than any other workout during the school year?” Just an added bonus of his little scheme.

“It’s different because we’re on break!”

“Not an excuse to be lazy.” Red eyes drifted toward the black and yellow gym bag resting under the bench by the wall. He could see that obnoxious Crimson Riot charm dangling next to a cartoonish turkey leg from here. How the hell did those things not get in his way when he used his phone.

“Dude!”

He just needed a minute.

“Not an excuse to be lazy?!”

Two at most.

Kirishima rolled up with a groan as he reached for the half-empty water bottle. Ripping the cap off, he shook his head at his friend. “The word literally means to stop or pause,” he started, taking a large gulp of water. “That means we shouldn’t be here!” His arms flailed around the empty training facility.

“That word a day calendar seems to be doing wonders for your vocabulary,” Bakugo snorted, wiping his face with the bottom of his shirt.

“I know what the word break means.” Kirishima finished the last of his water with a loud sigh. “Today’s word was perfidious for your information.”

How ironic. “Are you done whining?” Bakugo questioned, clearing his throat and forcing a scowl on his brow. A lump of guilt settled in his stomach as he focused on the task at hand.

“No.”

“The sooner we finish the sooner we can get something to eat,” he commented, walking over to the redhead. Bakugo lightly kicked his side. “Round three, shitty hair. Let’s go.” He looked back to the phone.

“Next time you get the twisted idea in your head to ‘hang out’, I’m picking what we do,” Kirishima huffed as he took a deep breath.

Maybe he wouldn’t notice it if he grabbed it now. “Okay.”

“Brunch, then the arcade.” Maybe drag Sero and Kaminari just in case Bakugo decided to pull this little stunt again so he wouldn’t have to suffer alone.

“Noted,” Bakugo nodded as he moved toward his gym bag to grab a towel. “Now get the fuck up.”

“Fine,” Kirishima groaned, moving to his feet wobbling a little bit. “Let me get some water.”

Finally.

“Some of us are trying to enjoy our break without getting heat stroke.”

“Tch.” Bakugo turned away from his friend as he listened to his footsteps fade. The water station was located about a couple of yards outside of the training facility. Knowing Kirishima, he would fill his water bottle and then take a couple sips off the top before refilling it again.

Two minutes.

Two and a half if Kirishima decided to take his time.

Taking a quick glance behind him, Bakugo dived for Kirishima’s phone. Since when had that idiot put a passcode on his phone?

“Shit…” he hissed, thumbs tapping against the sides of his phone. He’d start with the obvious.

1-0-1-6

Bakugo growled watching the screen shake as his attempt was denied. “What the fuck else could it be?”

It had to be something simple.

Kirishima wasn’t the brightest person in their class. His password would be simple and easy for him to remember. If it wasn’t his birthday, then there was a small possibility it could be Ashido’s. Bakugo didn’t know Ashido’s birthday. Quite frankly, he was impressed that he knew Kirishima’s.

His eyes narrowed as he studied the bubbles above the number pad. “Why the fuck are there five?” Bakugo hadn’t noticed the small cue when he first picked up the phone. “Can’t be a birthday then…”

What the hell else could it be?

It wasn’t a birthday or any other date for that matter.

He wouldn’t use the first five digits of his phone number.

Their student ID numbers contained seven digits.

Kirishima’s dorm number only had three digits.

Unless it wasn’t a number.

6-2-6-5-9

The phone unlocked with a little click sending Bakugo to the main screen. He wasn’t sure who to be more upset with. Kirishima for actually setting his passcode to be ‘manly’ or himself for knowing to try it.

Bakugo quickly found his contacts scrolling through the list. Thankfully his friend kept his contacts organized and labeled properly even if he did use an obscene amount of emojis to label each person listed in his phone. He found her name toward the end with a star next to it.

His eyes scanned over the number.

URARAKA OCHAKO

90-7827-3--

“What the hell are you doing?”

Bakugo’s shoulders stiffened as he looked at the redhead standing a few feet in front of him. His eyes drifted back to the small red phone in his hands and back to his friend.

“Well?” Kirishima questioned, disapproval on his face.

“I, uh-” He looked back at the phone as he focused memorizing the phone number. “I just had to call my mom.”

“So use your phone.”

“Battery is low.” A part of him wished he could just message the phone number to himself, but Kirishima would see it the next time he went to text him.

“Since when do you ever call your mother?”

Unless he deleted the message from Kirishima’s chat history. “Since I got in trouble last night for destroying the kitchen table.” He was already caught.

“I’ve watched you blow holes in the wall while calling your mother a ‘fucking bitch’ to her face and all of a sudden you have to call her?”

He’d forgotten about that. “Yeah.” How the hell was he supposed to send himself a contact on this piece of crap? On his own phone, there was an option for it under the contact name.

“For what?!”

“I’m not going to be home for dinner.”

“Are you kidding me?!” Kirishima screeched with a bitter laugh as he stomped over toward him.

There it was. “No.” There was a button at the corner of the screen for more options.

“Give me my phone.”

“One minute.” Bakugo pivoted back, moving the phone out of reach.

“It’s my phone!”

“I’m not scrolling through your stuff!”

“Well,” Kirishima gritted his teeth as he stepped in front of his friend. His arms folded in front of his chest. “You’re not calling your mother either.”

Bakugo sighed, dropping the phone to his side. “I need to use your phone.”

“For what?”

Jaw clenched and lips tightened, he turned his head away as he felt his ears burn. The more he tried to find the words to explain the dumber it felt tickling at the edge of his tongue.

“Well?!”

“Why is this such a big deal?”

“Umm-” Kirishima snapped back, eyes furrowed angrily. “I go to get water, you’re going through my phone without my permission, and you have the nerve to sound offended?”

If there was ever a time for him to feel like a complete asshole, now was perfect. He’d managed to betray one of the few people who sincerely tried to put up with him. “Look-”

“Yeah, gimme my phone,” he lunged toward Bakugo, tackling the blonde to the floor.

“Hey wa-”

“I said gimm-”

“That’s my side you asshole!”

“Well my knee wouldn’t-”

“I can’t breath! Y-”

“You can breathe. If you couldn’t you’d be quieter…”

Smart ass.

“And I’d have my phone. Give. It,” Kirishima commanded, tapping him on the head like a naughty puppy.

Bakugo growled loudly, face sinking into the mat as his body relaxed. He could easily overpower Kirishima. For all of his fury, the redhead had left his arms open despite placing a knee to his back. All he had to do was flash an explosion in his face to blind him and roll him into an armbar. “Fucking fine.” But that would make him an even bigger jerk.

“Good boy.”

As soon as Kirishima removed the knee from his side, Bakugo scrambled to his knees. “Here,” he grunted, tossing the phone back as he stood up in defeat.

“Thank you,” Kirishima nodded with a polite bow and small smile.

Fucker.

“You wanna tell me what this is about?” he questioned, holding up the phone. “Like, I would like to think that you’re not snooping in my stuff, ‘cause I’ve got some pretty sensitive-”

“Ugh, what the fuck? No!” Bakugo sneered. “I'm not interested in your amateur work!” He had enough trauma, he really didn’t need to see that.

“Pervert! I was talking about my poetry!”

Sometimes he wondered why he was friends with this idiot.

“I’m not dumb enough to keep-”

“Stop! Just-” He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose before inhaling deeply. “Look, I just needed a phone number.”

Kirishima smirked, placing a fist against his hips. “So you couldn’t ask like a normal person?”

Bakugo wasn’t going to bother answering a question they both already knew the answer to.

“Who’s number?”

Silence.

“Well?! ”

His chest tightened, embarrassment rising. “Uraraka’s,” Bakugo muttered, gargling out the syllables behind clenched teeth.

Lifting the phone to meet his eyes, Kirishima easily maneuvered through applications on his phone. “Huh?”

Damn it. “Uraraka,” he said again, teeth gnashing together as he made unintelligible sounds.

Kirishima looked up from his phone, shrugging his shoulders slowly.

“Uraraka!”

“Oh…”

Bakugo’s shoulders collapsed down as he felt his face burn.

“Why?”

Now he remembered why he decided to just take his phone and get the number himself. “Do I need a reason?”

“No.”

Good.

“But-”

Goddammit.

“That just leaves me to speculate why you want her number.” Kirishima’s voice was dangerously nonchalant. “I have a lot to think about. I mean-”

This is what he got for trying to socialize.

“-you all were pretty close at the club-”

Things were much easier when he didn’t bother to interact with other people.

“-and you seemed to get all worked up about me seeing you dance with her.”

Bakugo wasn’t sure when he slowly started shifting into this somewhat social creature, but he was starting to rethink the benefits of being a hermit.

“You left pretty suddenly,” Kirishima’s brows raised, “and went back to the dorms.”

Oh.

“And Uraraka stayed out for ice cream, right?”

He knew. “How would I know?”

He plopped down on the bench, kicking his legs out in front of him with a proud smirk, “Dude, don’t insult my intelligence.”

“Fuck you and your word a day calendar!” Why was this such a big deal?

Kirishima laughed, “So you and Uraraka snuck off for a bit. It’s not a big deal. I’m just hurt that you didn’t tell me, dude.”

Guilt bubbled at the base of his stomach mixing with the anxiety fluttering around his chest. He wasn’t sure when he started feeling guilt, but he could see why people cracked under the weight of this emotion.

“Like, I talk to you about Mina-”

He didn’t ask for that. In fact, Bakugo would have preferred not to have to hear about their weird relationship.

“I figured you’d at least talk to me about your first girlfriend-”

“She’s not my girlfriend! We just got some damn ice cream!”

“Crush whatever.” Kirishima snickered, reaching to wrap his arms around him in a hug. “Awww, my little Bakubro has a crus-”

“Forget it!” Bakugo barked, stomping over to his bag. He shoved his towel, water bottle, and phone into his bag, roughly tossing it over his shoulder as his face reddened. “Just forget I said anything. I’m ou-”

“Dude!”

“No!”

“She’s in the main building,” Kirishima chuckled, shaking his head at his friend’s panic.

His face relaxed as confusion replaced anger, “Huh?”

“You want her phone number, go ask her yourself. She’s on campus.”

Bakugo blinked once, twice as he tried to process the information. The adrenaline from his anger vibrated down his spine as he felt himself relax.

“She’s back early because of work study,” he smirked, pushing himself to his feet. “You would know if you were in the class chat.”

“Tch.”

Gently patting his shoulder, Kirishima beamed, “You might wanna hurry up, because she’s done around six. I mean you could go visit her at the dorms-”

“You can’t just give me her number?” What the hell was he supposed to even say to her?

“No.” Kirishima grinned happily. “Consider this your penance.”

He deserved it.

“Especially since you stole my phone, won’t tell me why you want her number, and I’m being gracious enough not to push you.”

That was fair.

“For now.” Kirishima knew that Bakugo would talk to him when he was ready.

Or when he cracked.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Thirty more minutes.

Uraraka wasn’t going to complain. With no classes, her work study hours were longer which meant more money going into her savings account.

But, it was boring.

She’d spent the day working on orientation packets for the incoming first year students.

In the morning, Uraraka spent hours copying flyers, forms, liability forms, questionnaires, rules, and anything else U.A. felt the incoming students needed to know. She honestly didn’t remember it being this much paperwork.

This amount of paperwork was probably because of everything that happened during her first year. Her class had been kidnapped, attacked, and assaulted more times than she cared to remember during their first term.

She’d watched the bright green light roll back and forth along the glass plate of the machine for hours as she waited for her copies to finish. When Present Mic interrupted her to tell her that she’d need to recopy one of the forms because there had been a last minute change, she’d nearly released a scream that could rival Mic’s loudest wail. Luckily, she was able to set the paper up in the copier and take her lunch break.

She made her way back to her workstation after treating herself to a ridiculously large and, in her opinion, overpriced iced coffee. Uraraka decided she deserved a treat for not screaming when the copier jammed for the eighth time or at Present Mic’s interruption. Now that the papers were copied, she had to assemble packets and sort the small forest of papers around her.

“Let’s see,” she murmured, chewing on her bottom lip as she set another stack of papers aside.

Nearly five hours and another iced coffee later, she was halfway through the papers. She had a couple of days before All Might and Aizawa needed the papers but she wanted this task out of the way as soon as possible.

She pulled the pink and white notepad across the table as she examined her to-do list. With a loud sigh, she picked up her coffee and bright the straw to her lips as she read.

First year student orientation and first day packets.

Inventory combat equipment.

Finish her own application to extend her work hours for the upcoming year.

Update the student database.

Call IT.

Get more copier tone-“

“Umm-“

Uraraka’s eyes widened as she bit down on the plastic straw. “Bakugo?” she questioned, slowly lifting her head up to face him.

He took an awkward step into the room, an arm bent behind his back as he scratched the base of his neck.

“What are you doing here?” she asked, suddenly very aware of the fact that she was still wearing the hoodie he’d given her. She swallowed a gulp of room temperature coffee as she tried to will the flush from her cheeks.

“Kirishima needed some paperwork,” Bakugo mumbled, shoving his hands into his pockets he tilted his head behind him.

She could clearly see the bright red tuft of hair through the large window in front her. “Oh.” That explained it. “Well it’s nice that you came with him.”

He nodded, face twisting between unreadable emotions while his eyes followed her motions.

“I was just finishing up with some paperwork,” Uraraka babbled as she sat her cup back to the table. Her fingers nervously skimmed over the pile papers as her eyes dropped down to the table. “I uh-“ His gaze made her feel heavy and self conscious. Hopefully he hadn’t noticed the coffee stain on the front of her shirt or tired bags beneath her eyes. “I thought I would be able to get these done today.” Oh all the days for her not to wash her hair, it had to be today.

Bakugo himself looked like he’d just finished working out. Even though he was standing on the other side of the table, her nose managed to catch a whiff of that heavy sweet nitroglycerin scent. She also hadn’t minded watching the twitch of his arm muscles as he-

“But I still have a bunch to sort,” she stammered as she continued to move papers around the table. “I thin-“

“You wanna hangout?”

She stilled, fingers digging into the papers she shuffled. “Huh?” she questioned softly, slowly releasing grip she had on the paper and wincing at the sight of the wrinkles. She was going to have to redo those.

“You said we should hang out,” he huffed, rolling his shoulders back casually as pink stained his cheeks. “Do you wanna hang out or don’t ya?”

“Yeah.”

“Tomorrow?”

Right now would have been wonderful too. “Okay,” she nodded as she stood up straight. Rolling up the sleeves of his hoodie, she wiped her hands against her jeans.

“Give me your number.”

“Wha-”

“So I can text you,” he grumbled, shifting his weight to one of his legs. Bakugo took a step forward and shoved his phone at her. “Just put your number in.”

Uraraka typed in her phone number before handing him back the phone. “Okay, I’ll talk to you then.”

He nodded, a slow smug smirk curled at the corner of his lips, “That’s my hoodie.” Bakugo pocketed the phone, looking down at her with wide curious eyes.

“It is,” she commented, looking down at the garment as if she had forgotten she was wearing it. “I was gonna wash it and give it back you at the beginning of year-”

“Whatever,” he shrugged, “It’s not a big deal.”

She smiled sheepishly, wrapping the hoodie around her body.

“I gotta go,” he told her, clearing his throat. Tipping his head back toward Kirishima outside of the door, Bakugo rolled his eyes at Kirishima’s obnoxious laughter while he chatted with one of their teachers.

“Alright.”

“I’ll text you later. “

“Awesome,” she beamed, watching him walk out of the door and giving a happy wave. “See you Bakugo.”

“Later.” He nodded.

Uraraka watched him walk past the large window that opened to the view of the main floor. As soon as he stepped out of sight, she crouched down to the floor cradling her cheeks. “Oh my god,” she mouthed.

It was so much easier to talk to him when she was high off of a successful end of the year and overworked from school. The alcohol had also helped.

“What the heck just happened?” she gasped quietly as she shook her head.

Bakugo had just invited her out tomorrow, presumably just the two of them.

He’d asked for her number.

He'd noticed she was wearing his hoodie and let her keep it.

And promised to text her later.

If she didn’t know better, she would think he was flirting with her but Uraraka knew better than to make crazy assumptions.

The soft vibration of her phone stopped her panic as she reached into the front pouch of the hoodie. She pulled out her phone, tapping on the screen to view the message.

90-3473-2666, 5:47PM

It’s me.

Her eyes widened as her mouth dropped open.

90-3473-2666, 5:47PM

Told you I’d text you later.

To be continued…

[hiernameeinfuegen-blog]

I am bored

 The meaning behind my url: “hiernameeinfuegen” means “insert name here” and was not even my idea since I am not creative at all.

A picture of me: ↖

How many tattoos i have and what they are: I have none.

Last time i cried and why: Honestly, I can’t remember.

Piercings i have: A total of ten piercings on both my ears, yet there is more to come (one more helix and one conch ring on each ear). #metalinflesh

Favorite band: Metallica

Biggest turn offs: (Mental) Lack of confidence, indecision, secrecy, inability to look someone in the eyes, idleness = when you literally have no balls; (Physical) neglected appearance, „too much” of something (like too thick/thin/muscular etc. pp), tattoos, colored hair

Top 5 (insert subject): I have no top five, I like to talk about literally anything.

Tattoos i want: I hate tattoos.

Biggest turn ons: Class and manner; someone literally gets me immediately interested when they do not have eyes for a bunch of another, cleverness, confidence, conservatism, determination, naturalness, cheerfulness/liveliness (they’re the best, fun guaranteed). I do not have specific physical „turn ons”, but I for ex. favor if someone likes to wear leather just like me.

Age: Soon 20.

Ideas of a perfect date: Get some food, chill literally anywhere (I don’t care if it’s the car, McDonalds or a park) and have long, honest deep conversations where you, first, are able to completely be yourself while, second, figuring out how the other person thinks.

Life goal: World domination

Piercings i want: Especially conch rings on both ears.

Relationship status: Can I eat this?

Favorite movie: Uff... I don’t know.

A fact about my life: Once I hacked my mothers old laptop using JS. Well, at least I could switch off her internet as I pleased.

Phobia: Asthenophobia

Middle name: Not in your interest.

Height: 1,63m / 5′4″

Are you a virgin? Hah, that’s an old joke ;)

What’s your shoe size? European 38

What’s your sexual orientation? Heterosexual

Do you smoke, drink, or take any drugs? I used to smoke when I was younger; I drink occasionally.

Someone you miss: No one

What’s one thing you regret? For sure, in the end I regret nothing because it, ultimately, led me to who I am now. I honestly do not spend much time thinking about negative stuff.

First celebrity you think of when someone says attractive: Fuck them all

Favorite ice cream? Vanilla

One insecurity: Hm, well

What my last text message says: You seriously do not want to know that.

Have you ever taken a picture naked? No

Have you ever painted your room? Yes

Have you ever kissed a member of the same sex? On the cheek

Have you ever slept naked? Not that I can remember.

Have you ever danced in front of your mirror? Yeah

Have you ever had a crush? Yes

Have you ever been dumped? No, funnily I was always the one to dump people.

Have you ever stole money from a friend? No

Have you ever gotten in a car with people you just met? No, why though?

Have you ever been in a fist fight? Yes

Have you ever snuck out of your house? More or less, rather IN my house.

Have you ever had feelings for someone who didn’t have them back? No

Have you ever been arrested? Not yet

Have you ever made out with a stranger? Just... why

Have you ever met up with a member of the opposite sex somewhere? Yes

Have you ever left your house without telling your parents? No

Have you ever had a crush on your neighbor? As a kid

Have you ever ditched school to do something more fun? Eh

Have you ever slept in a bed with a member of the same sex? Yes, when I had girl friend(s) over.

Have you ever seen someone die? No

Have you ever been on a plane? Yes

Have you ever kissed a picture? Yes

Have you ever slept in until 3pm? Yes, not long ago, haha. I woke up at 3:30pm.

Have you ever loved someone or miss someone right now? Yes

Have you ever laid on your back and watched cloud shapes go by? Yes

Have you ever made a snow angel? Long ago when there was snow where I live.

Have you ever played dress up? No

Have you ever cheated while playing a game? Yeah

Have you ever been lonely? Yes

Have you ever fallen asleep at work/school? At school

Have you ever been to a club? Two times, I regretted both of them.

Have you ever felt an earthquake? No

Have you ever touched a snake? Yes

Have you ever ran a red light? Yes

Have you ever been suspended from school? No

Have you ever had detention? Yes

Have you ever been in a car accident? No

Have you ever hated the way you look? When I was younger I used to not like myself very much due to insecurities, but I never hated anything.

Have you ever witnessed a crime? Yes

Have you ever pole danced? No

Have you ever been lost? No

Have you ever been to the opposite side of the country? Yes

Have you ever felt like dying? Yes, when I nearly drowned (2014).

Have you ever cried yourself to sleep? No, actually not

Have you ever sang karaoke? When I was like 12, yes

Have you ever done something you told yourself you wouldn’t? Yeah

Have you ever laughed until something you were drinking came out your nose? Funnily, I have to admit that this has happened at least thrice.

Have you ever slept with someone at least 5 years older or younger? What if? ;)

Have you ever kissed in the rain? Yes

Have you ever sang in the shower? Rarely

Have you ever made out in a park? Yes

Have you ever dream that you married someone? I have not dreamt of marriage.

Have you ever glued your hand to something? To a table in school

Have you ever got your tongue stuck to a flag pole? No

Have you ever gone to school partially naked? No

Have you ever been a cheerleader? No

Have you ever sat on a roof top? Yes

Have you ever brushed your teeth? Who fucking does that?

Have you ever been too scared to watch scary movies alone? Yes

Have you ever played chicken? No

Have you ever been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on? No

Have you ever been told you’re hot by a complete stranger? Yes

Have you ever broken a bone? 50/50, I almost had my nose broken.

Have you ever been easily amused? I am

Have you ever laughed so hard you cried? This happens to me occasionally

Have you ever mooned/flashed someone? No

Have you ever cheated on a test? Haven’t I answered this before?

Have you ever forgotten someone’s name? Yes, happens in my classes until this very moment

Have you ever met someone who didn’t seem real? Yes

Give us one thing about you that no one knows: Whenever I crave food, it’s mostly meat.

[pettybkang]

HESITATE

Group: GOT7. 

Pairing: Y/N + Jackson Wang. 

Genre: Fluff, comedy, romance. 

Word count: 6k+ 

Description: Your best friend is getting married. Finally! But your only ride to her wedding is her noisy annoying older brother. So much can happen while driving from Vegas to LA. 

Inspired by this gifset. 

 [4:30PM] Don’t hate me. -SW 

[4:31PM] I can’t hate someone that is getting married two days from now. What happened? -Y/N [4:31PM] It’s about your ride to the wedding. -SW Only my brother’s car is left. -SW With my brother in it. -SW Your ride is with my brother. -SW 

[4:36PM] I was wrong. I can hate someone that is getting married two days from now. -Y/N

[4:38PM] I promise I’m saving you two bottles of whatever you want? -SW

[4:39PM] Half hate then. -Y/N

As soon as the conversation was done, Y/N pretty much threw her phone in frustration. The only reason she wouldn’t simply punch her friend was because the girl really was getting married in two days and a black eye wouldn’t look pretty in her wedding photos. And Youngjae would yell at her. She’s not a big fan of Youngjae yelling at her. No one is a big fan of that anyway.

Sophie and Youngjae were about to get married after a couple years of dating and a lot of mental breakdowns about finally settling down with someone for the rest of their lives. They were getting married in Los Angeles, somewhere near the beach and pet friendly. Her dress was a lot of shades of lilac and his suit was explendid. Their friends and family were the ones invited to the wedding and around a hundred and fifty people would be attending.

Y/N was one of the bridesmaids, being friends with Sophie for ages now it was an obvious choice. The not so obvious choice was to pair up Y/N with Sophie’s brother, Jackson, as he was one of Youngjae’s best man. It made absolutely no sense to Y/N, she texted Sophie several times about it and all the girl could reply was ‘you’re both single! I’m sorry!’. It was such a poor excuse it fitted Sophie perfectly.

After months of planning, of stressing out and of eating so much cake, they would be getting married. In two days. And now Y/N found out her ride to the wedding was no one but Sophie’s loud older brother. Life of the party. Someone who would never in any circumstance let the party die. Jackson Wang. All Y/N knew was that she wasn’t ready for the four hour drive from Las Vegas to Los Angeles. She was dreading the day she moved to Vegas to work - the exact same city Jackson lives, also because of work.

[4:45PM] He should pick up you tomorrow at 10. -SW 

[4:50PM] Your most expensive champagne. I want two bottles of that. -Y/N

[4:52PM] Yeah. I knew I had it coming. -SW

It was around 10:45am the next day and Jackson hadn’t come to pick her up yet. Y/N was all packed, sitting on the steps in front of her apartment building, sunglasses on, headphones on, waiting for the blond loud man to show up. She was going to murder the Wang siblings. Both of them. Don’t they understand the concept of being on time? At all? 10 am means 10 am. 

She was about to start cursing their tenth generation of grandkids when a black Kia Quoris parked in front of her apartment building. The music was so loud Y/N would hear it through her own headphones. With a frown, she paused her own music and took the headphones out and that’s when she noticed the blond running out of the car, stopping right in front of her and swearing.

“Shit! I’m sorry I’m late. Did you wait long? I’m so sorry,” he was standing right in front of her as she tried to look up at him, the sun right behind his head wasn’t helping much. The fact that he was rambling wasn’t either. “I forgot half of my things at home. Then I had to pick them up. When I was done, Sophie asked for extra things. I swear, I hate my sister-”

“That’s something we can agree on,” she finally said, standing up and grabbing her bags, moving towards the car. Jackson was left with a confused face, staring at Y/N. “We both hate your sister right now,” she added when she noticed she had left Jackson without further explanation. He simply laughed, shaking his head and moving to help her get her bags inside of the car so they would leave Vegas.

When she got into the car, she noticed that it sure as hell looked expansive and for a second she couldn’t remember what Jackson did for a living. And then she did. Damn Wang family. Owners of half of the Chinese restaurants in the west side of the USA. Jackson was the cook in one of them, the one in Vegas, and Sophie was the one taking care of their marketing team that was settled in LA - no one could trust that girl in a kitchen, her mother would always tell Youngjae that they would have to live out of ramen. Y/N had moved to Vegas to work too, but in another restaurant. An Italian one. Just as big and expensive as Jackson’s if anyone is asking.

Even though the salaries were compatible, she didn’t have a car just as loud as his personality. How can someone have a car that matches one’s personality in noise and annoyance? She had no idea what song he was listening to, but it wasn’t English. And it was definitely a girl group.

“Okay. We’re all done,” he said, getting into the car and putting his own sunglasses on. “I’m only gonna stop at McDonald’s to grab a milkshake…” he said as he was starting the car, making Y/N groan and roll her eyes.

“We’re never getting to LA on time for the wedding.”

  They made three other stops after the milkshake. Number one was because Jackson had forgotten his phone charger, number two was because he needed to stop at his restaurant to check something and number three was because it was so fucking late they stopped to have lunch. 

Y/N had told him to just go through another drive thru if he was hungry and grab a burger, but apparently it was a Wang Family Tradition ™ to eat sushi before long road trips so they ended up stopping to eat some. At least Jackson begged to pay and the lost guilty puppy face he made had Y/N thinking about all the wrongs he had done so far and forgiving him for pretty much half of it.

Lunch wasn’t actually that bad. They received several texts from the couple getting married tomorrow, asking them where they were, how the trip was going and several things that they simply replied with ‘we’re still in Vegas’. Youngjae sent Jackson several texts about being on time and it wasn’t a big surprise when Sophie’s only reply was ‘k. drive safe!’

When they finally left Vegas, it was around 2PM. They were supposed to be getting to LA around 3PM that day, but it was obvious that they were going to be late. Youngjae had called all of their responsible friends - aka Jaebum and Jinyoung - to scold Jackson about not being on time, but all their calls were missed since the blond was driving and wasn’t a fan of putting his phone on speaker.

“Do you want me to change the music?” he finally asked after they had been in the car for half an hour, the girl group songs still playing. “You can connect your phone to the radio if you want,” he said and Y/N frowned because Jackson looked serious for a second, paying attention to the road in front of them, not humming to his songs as he had been while they were driving around in the city.

“I guess… Maybe something in English,” she said, going through her songs to find something that both of them could sing along to and while she was looking for it, she could hear the loud laugh coming from his side of the car.

“Shit,” he said softly, laughing some more. “I had no idea I was listening to Red Velvet again. Their songs are just so dancy though. It’s good to drive and listen to them, makes waking up in the morning way more fun,” he added, making Y/N laugh.

“As if. Happy songs in the morning are just annoying. You need fight songs to wake up, you know? Songs that make you feel like breaking everything. A wall especially,” she said, punching one of her hands with the other right after she had settled for a song from her own phone. It wasn’t a fight song and it wasn’t a happy song.

“Are we going to listen to four hours of emo?” Jackson said the moment the song started, making Y/N roll her eyes and simply groan. Loud. Loud enough for him to understand how frustrated she was.

“I knew I couldn’t trust you with good music.”

  There isn’t much to do while you’re driving through the desert besides listening to music and talk. And Y/N refused to do the later. That was Sophie’s older brother she would have to do the talking to and honestly? She had no idea how someone could stand being in the same room as Jackson for more than two minutes. Sophie would always tell her that Jackson isn’t always like that - loud and outgoing - but she had never seen him quiet before.

I mean… Until now. She had never seen him quiet until now. He was driving calmly as if that was something he was meant to do, a talent even and for a second Y/N caught herself imagining him cooking. Being a chef herself, she knew some people changed when they were immersed in the kitchen and she wondered if Jackson was one of those people. Without thinking much about it, the question simply left her lips. “When did you decide to become a chef?”

She cursed herself for asking. The silence and the emo songs - according to Jackson - were pleasing and she could deal with them for the next hours, but no. She had to ask. She had to be curious and now Jackson would probably yell his answer back at her.

“Uh… I don’t know,” he started, still paying attention to the road. His voice quieter than usual, making Y/N frown. “My mom would always ask me to help her with dinner. She isn’t the healthiest person there is, so I would always help. Soph would too, but she isn’t as good. And when I say that I mean Youngjae will probably die of food poisoning if he ever eats something she has cooked,” he laughed. Y/N couldn’t believe her friend was such a horrible cook and Jackson noticed that in the silence. “I mean it, she’s horrible. But anyway… I used to cook with my mother all the time. Then when the opportunity came, we opened a small restaurant. Now we have a lot of big restaurants,” he shrugged.

“That simple, uh?” she said, raising an eyebrow and staring at him.

“It wasn’t that simple. It was pretty hard actually, but eh. The hardest part is over, it’s better to think about the future and what’s to come. I’m pretty sure Dumbledore told us to not waste time on the past,” he shrugged, smiling and glanced at her for a second.

“Did you just mention Harry Potter in a conversation about restaurants?”

“Maybe.”

“Unbelievable.”

The car fell silent for a moment and around them there was only the desert still. Y/N was starting to worry they wouldn’t be on time for the rehearsal dinner and Sophie would murder both of them for it. Even though the bride herself will probably not be on time.

“Hey. Honesty hour…” Jackson called and before Y/N could say anything or tell him to fuck off, he continued. “Do you think Youngjae and Soph are good together?”

The question caught Y/N out of guard. Was Jackson seriously worrying about his sister? Loud Jackson? Life of the party Jackson? Rich boy with a loud car Jackson? She sighed, closing her eyes and shrugging for a moment. “They are annoyingly perfect together,” she said, making him laugh. Her laugh followed, making the girl shake her head and roll her eyes. “Wasn’t he your friend though? I mean, she told me they met because of you.”

“Kinda. Youngjae and Jaebum are pretty much tied to the hip. And Jaebum is one of my best friends. So yeah. That happened. Now he’s marrying my sister,” he shrugged, looking at Y/N with a smile. A beautiful smile she had never paid much attention to, but what is there to pay attention when you’re stuck in a car, right? And damn. What a beautiful smile that was.

“Right. Well. Yeah…” she started, feeling her cheeks burn because of that damn smile, looking away towards the road. “If he hurts my friend, I’m blaming you.”

Jackson laughed, shaking his head and shrugging.

Sophie better have those two bottles of champagne ready. Y/N plans on drowning in them the moment they reach LA. And if her friend ever decides to marry ever again, she’s going to make her promise that she will pay for plane tickets so she doesn’t get stuck in the same car as beautiful smile Jackson ever again.

  The second hour was over and they were half way through this hell of a road trip when both phones started ringing like crazy. The phones pretty much blew up with texts and calls and if someone was trying to send a smoke signal, the phones were trying to detect it. 

When Y/N finally found Jackson’s phone, it was Youngjae’s number calling him while Sophie was calling on her phone. And with one look both knew to answer Youngjae first.

“Hello?” Y/N answered Jackson’s phone, ignoring her friend for a second, figuring she would be right next to her soon to be husband - who both Jackson and Y/N hoped would be much calmer about the fact that they were four hours late.

“Tell me you two are closer to LA than we think you are,” were the first words Youngjae said.

“Depends how close you think we are?”

“Thirty minutes from here?”

“Try two hours,” Y/N replied and the groan that came from the other side of the line was audible even for Jackson who was hearing from the driver’s seat.

“Sophie just realized Jackson is driving you here. And she’s used to Jackson being late but I don’t think she’s used to you being late?” and right when Y/N was about to reply, she could hear her friend pretty much yelling from the other side of the line with her husband. Being loud was definitely a Wang Family Tradition ™ too. “Please tell me he hasn’t kidnapped you and is taking you to China! Or worse, Canada!” were the first words Sophie said when she stole the phone from her soon to be husband.

“We left Nevada already if that makes you feel any better? We’re in California. Two hours away from Los Angeles. I think I saw a sign to Barstown,” Y/N tried to make her friend calm down a little. She definitely sounded like a bride now. When both her bridesmaid and best man were stuck in the highway.

“Put me on speaker,” Sophie said and when she got the confirmation that her brother could hear her, she started the speech. “Jackson Wang. If my friend doesn’t get here in less than three hours safe and sound for this damn rehearsal dinner I swear to all things holy that I’m sending both Jaebum and Bambam after you. I don’t know why I said Bambam instead of Jinyoung, but now I can’t change that,” she said, taking a deep breath to try and sound more threatening than before. “You were supposed to be here two hours ago! How can you be four hours late?! I understand when it’s Christmas because who cares about Christmas eve when the presents are given on Christmas morning, but a rehearsal dinner is a rehearsal dinner, Jackson. It’s important, do you hear me? Be here in three hours. Or I’m sending your friends to get you,” and before Jackson could say anything else, she hung up.

Y/N put her phone down. Stared at it for a couple seconds and then started laughing. And Jackson followed. He had to pull over because laughing that hard couldn’t be safe. After a couple minutes, both Y/N and Jackson were hurting because of how much both had laughed. “Shit. I don’t think I’ve ever heard her this angry with you before. She’s usually all ‘he isn’t that bad’ or ‘Jackson is sweeter than you think’ and now… Damn,” Y/N couldn’t stop laughing and neither could Jackson.

“I think she finally realized she’s getting married in less than twenty four hours. And we’re not there yet. She’s going to kill me so bad,” he added, biting on his lower lip to try and stop laughing so they could start driving towards Los Angeles again.

A few miles ahead and the third hour was done. And Y/N couldn’t help but think about Jackson’s laugh. And that this road trip - despite the horrible beginning - wasn’t that bad. They were having fun, laughing and talking about several things. Without meaning to, Y/N ended up getting to know Sophie’s brother a bit more than she wanted to. She got to know the Jackson Sophie would always talk about, the sweeter, quieter and more serious version of him - even though it was impossible for him to be serious for more than five minutes. In a few hours, when Sophie asks her how the trip was, she was obviously not going to say that being stuck in a car with Jackson Wang was actually nice. Even if that’s how she felt right now.

  The last hour of driving to LA was filled with laugh and texts from every single friend they had in common. Even the Wang mother was texting them, worried not about Jackson being late but about Sophie getting into a car and coming to Y/N’s rescue from wherever they were. And to help them some more, there was traffic. The trip that was supposed to last four hours, lasted five. And Youngjae was about to send the army after them when Y/N texted Sophie a photo of LA’s welcome sign. 

They were late. Very late. Extremely late. But still in time for the rehearsal dinner. The moment they parked in front of the place they were having the wedding the next day, Sophie ran towards her friend to hug her.

“Are you okay? Alive? Breathing? You’re never riding the same car as Jackson again. Never. Again,” she kept on saying as she pretty much dragged her friend by the arm inside the place.

“It wasn’t that bad…” Y/N started but the look she got from Sophie quickly stopped her from saying anything else. There was both anger and mischief in that look and Y/N had no way to interpret that right now. All they knew was that Soph would be married to Youngjae in less than twelve hours now and it was a miracle they were both still alive and not freaking out under a table. 

Jackson had to deal with Youngjae who dragged him inside too but towards the bar. All the best men were waiting for him there, all their friends from childhood. Jaebum and Jinyoung looked both worried and angry, Yugyeom looked like he had just gotten there, Bambam was taking a selfie - let’s repeat that one more time, Bambam was taking a selfie - and Mark looked like he spent the entire afternoon laughing at everyone’s drama but was also about to jump Jackson’s neck in a second.

After a couple drinks from the boy’s side and a full bottle from the girl’s side, they left to the dinner. The food was good, their parents’ cried, the mothers hug each other and all the friends couldn’t stop feeling like tomorrow would be one of the happiest days of their lives. Youngjae wasn’t the first of them to get married, but when the ray of sunshine of the groups decides he’s going to spent the rest of his life with someone, you pay close attention.

The speeches weren’t rehearsed in front of the bride and the groom - especially because they had no idea there would be speeches. Jackson and Y/N had decided on the last hour in the car to write something together that night. Sophie and Youngjae had such a crazy funny story they thought sharing it was their gift to the world so later that night when everyone went to bed, Y/N sneaked into Jackson’s room in the hotel they were staying to the speech could be written.

  They ordered a bottle of wine and two bottles of water. It wouldn’t be clever to show up late and hungover to Sophie’s wedding. She’s still Jackson’s sister and the grudge she would hold would last at least three generations, upsetting her even further wasn’t an option here. That’s one of the reasons they were writing a speech, reason number two was because after talking so much in the car they decided that they could do this together. They had more in common than they had thought. Writing a speech should be easy.  

Jackson was in sweatpants and a black tank top, Y/N was wearing jeans and a t-shirt. It was spring in LA and that meant air conditioner was a must. They were both sitting on the floor, his laptop was open and they were brainstorming ideas. Should they talk about Youngjae’s laugh when he’s around Sophie? Should they talk about the smile on her face whenever Youngjae makes a stupid joke? Or should they talk about how the two met: at a freaking aquarium staring at otters?  The wine was over, the bottles of water two and they had written exactly two lines and they went like this:

“We are all gathered here today to celebrate a wedding. Two of our closest and best friends are getting married to each other. Gross. Cute, but gross, right?”

They decided to delete those two lines before it was too late.

It didn’t take long for them to order another bottle of wine and for the conversation to go somewhere else. Soon Jackson was talking about his job as a chef and his life in Vegas, how weird it was to actually live in that city. They started sharing experiences, talking about their jobs, about Vegas, about how they ended up in that city anyway. When bottle number two was over they were laying down on the floor, side by side, computer on the bed and empty bottle on the table. They weren’t drunk, but tipsy was a word.

In a moment of pure drunk blindness, Y/N raised her hand and poked one of Jackson’s shoulders. He frowned, looking at her who was frowning and inspecting the shoulder quietly, concentrating and then poked again.

“How is this shoulder even possible?” she asked, still frowning.

“I might work out from time to time,” he said, moving his hand to poke her frown, laughing softly at her confused face. “You frown too much.”

“It’s because you are a very confusing person,” she shrugged, poking his arm now and then giving up, laying on her back and staring at the ceiling. She sighed, closing her eyes and started to feel the wine making her a bit drunker than before. “Besides, your sister is getting married in a couple hours.”

“So?” he laid on his side to look at her, waiting to see where that thought was leading them.

“You should be writing a speech. Because I can’t write one to save my life. I mean, I can tell her she has a very hot brother that happens to be quite nice when he’s stuck in a car and can’t do much yelling and that I would go on a date with him if he asked me to, but I don’t think that would be a very smart wedding speech now, would it?” she said, shrugging. The room became quiet for a second and then Jackson started laughing, shaking his head and laying down on his back again.

“Yeah. I don’t think I can tell my sister her friend isn’t as petty and pretentious as I thought she was in a wedding speech.”

Y/N sat up quickly, looking down at Jackson and frowning one more time. “You thought I was pretentious? And petty? Woah, woah. Bad Jackson Wang!” she pointed at him, shaking her head. She felt a bit dizzy because of the full bottle of wine, sighing and standing up.

“Sorry, alright. Here, lemme help you? I’ll be good Jackson Wang,” he chuckled. Y/N just shrugged and let him take her back to her room. They giggled all the way to the third floor, stumbling in the hall and trying to be quiet so they wouldn’t wake up the other people around them.

Jackson didn’t walk into the room with Y/N but the smile on his face showed he wasn’t sad about the drive and the talk. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “See you tomorrow. Have good dreams,” he pretty much whispered with his lips still touching her skin. Y/N nodded and walked into the room, waving goodbye. Did Jackson feel like floating on his way back to his room? Maybe. Did Y/N feel like she was sleeping on clouds that night? Also maybe.

  Y/N didn’t expect it, but the moment she heard the phone the next morning she figured it was Sophie. Or at least her doing, because it was the hotel’s phone ringing. The receptionist on the other side of the line told her that the bride had asked him to wake up all the bridesmaids and the best men at nine that morning.

It was an afternoon wedding as it was expected of spring, but they had so much to do that it was obvious that Sophie had been up and running since five am. Their parents pretty much prohibited Youngjae and Sophie to sleep in the same bedroom the night before the wedding, so Y/N simply knew her friend had stayed up all night making last minute check ups and probably crying about her dress. And the wedding. And everything. She didn’t have much time to think about her night with Jackson though, but when it hit her she was in the elevator to get some breakfast.

Did she really tell him she wanted to go on a date with him? Who the hell does that? Drunk Y/N needs to be controlled. What a nice girl to be friends with, what a horrible girl when it comes to keeping her mouth shut about hot guys. At least she didn’t start a fight because of a soccer team this time. After a lot of frowning and groaning at the elevator - and the knowledge that the security team was probably watching her and laughing - Y/N made it to breakfast. That’s where she found Sophie.

The curly haired girl was sitting by herself in the corner. Y/N knew something was up because she was drinking coffee and Sophie doesn’t drink coffee. She made sure to grab her own breakfast first because she knew she wouldn’t be able to get up once she sat down.

“Sleep is necessary for everybody. Even for you,” was the first thing she sat when she sat down. Sophie looked up from her phone, shrugging a little and then sipping from the coffee cup.

“I had a couple hours of rest. My parents didn’t let me sleep in the same room as Youngjae but they didn’t say anything about Skype. We talked a lot and I was able to sleep. He also made me promise I wouldn’t yell at anybody today and we ended up settling for three people only. My brother, my mother and Bambam. Those are the people I’m allowed to yell at,” Sophie shrugged, chuckling a little and stealing a cookie from Y/N’s plate, shrugging one more time.

If only she wasn’t getting married today, Y/N would kill her for that cookie.

“Why am I not on the list? I’m usually yelled at in situations like this.”

“Jackson made the cut first. And because I want some information…” and then the same look from yesterday was back. The look that had some mischief hiding underneath. “How come the trip with Jackson wasn’t that bad, uh? You wanted to kill me for putting you two in the same car. Don’t think I didn’t notice you two laughing and giggling and all smiles,” she said, pointing at Y/N with her cup before taking another sip from it.

“I guess you were right about your brother…” Y/N tried, making Sophie laugh and shake her head. The bride could say what she wanted, she could say that she knew Y/N would fall for her brother at some point, she simply knew they were actually too similar. The ride to the wedding wasn’t a plan though, it simply happened because fate is weird as hell, but when it did… Sophie made sure to forget to buy plane tickets.

“I’m always right, you know that,” Sophie laughed and finished her coffee. She waited until Y/N was done with her breakfast, both girls catching up on gossip and laughing about a couple stories they had to tell each other. Once breakfast was over, they moved to the stressing part of the day: getting ready.

Youngjae was supposed to entertain the parents and take them for lunch. Jackson and all the other boys were supposed to help. Sophie, Y/N and all the other bridesmaids would be spending the day in a spa to get ready.

As Sophie’s dress was several shades of lavender, the bridesmaids were encouraged to find a dress that suited them best and in purple. Same thing with the tie and socks of the best men. The colours of the wedding were lavender and several shades of blue. It was gorgeous and the sun was shining and everything was going according to plan.

That doesn’t mean the bride wasn’t running around and late when the time for the wedding arrived. Jackson and Y/N were exchanging texts about the status of the groom and the bride. Sophie still didn’t have her make up done and Youngjae somehow managed to lose his tie. When Sophie was ready and getting inside the car, Youngjae was tying his shoes inside the venue already. Bambam got a call from the bride only so she could use her last yelling card of the day and yell at him for not giving her updates on Youngjae and her parents, the young boy did sound a bit confused when he gave the information to Youngjae a couple minutes later.

In the end, everything was beautiful. Sophie walked towards her soon to be husband by herself, no man needed to carry her to the sunshine of her life. (Her father was upset for a single moment when she told him, but then the explanation had him way too proud of her to care.) Jackson started crying the moment he saw his sister as if that was his cue and Y/N - who he had been paired up with - moved slightly closer to hold his hand, she figured she could after the kiss she had gotten the night before.

Jackson looked at her, frowning a little and when she thought he was actually going to move away, he pressed his lips against the back of her hand and smiled. His attention turning back to his sister as he continued to cry.

They exchanged vows and both were crying messes when they spoke. Sophie promising to take care of Coco and Youngjae promising to never stay away from home for more than a month - he is a singer, traveling is part of the job. She promised to stop being such a workaholic and he promised to never stop making her laugh. It was both soft and romantic. Yugyeom and Bambam called it gross later, but they were both lucky only Mark heard them.

Then came the kiss. Slow, tasting like tears, trying not to ruin the makeup, the hair, the suit, the dress, making them laugh at the end, making everyone cheer and making whoever it was that was crying, cry some more. Right after they broke apart, everyone who was near them ran for the hug - Jackson being the first to do so and pretty much smoother the couple in his arms. Y/N couldn’t help but smile at that man, so much love to give Jackson Wang was definitely a Jackson she wanted to see more of.

  Five hours later, a couple bottles of champagne and the now husband and wife’s dance, they were all too drunk to care about high heels and ties. Food had been served, most people had forgotten about their shoes already, the cake had been cut and neither Sophie or Youngjae had had spare time to actually taste it. They had been dancing together and drinking together since the dance floor was available. Laughing and having fun as it had always been with those two.

Friends came and went away a lot, but the two were still dancing with everyone who felt like dancing and drinking with them. It was obvious they were each other’s best friends. Y/N and Jackson had found the perfect spot to sit for a wine: right next to the bar. The bridesmaids all had access to some secret drinks Sophie had chosen just for them and Y/N was thanking her friend for that. She had had everything from Sex on the Beach to Mimosas and even some crazy shots in the last three hours of party. And, of course, her two bottles of the most expensive champagne the bride owned.

“I’m free next Thursday,” Jackson said out of a sudden, making Y/N frown as he sipped from the bottle - yes, the bottle - of champagne she was drinking. “And you’re frowning again. I mean for that date. I’m free next Thursday.”

She had to think so she wouldn’t spill the drink or even choke on it. It took her a while to process the information, biting on her lower lip and feeling her cheeks burn. “Yeah, uh… I guess… I could be free on Thursday too. What about, uh, lunch?” she tried to sound like she wasn’t nervous, as if going on dates with guys such as Jackson Wang happened to her all the time. What a pro ™ she was when it came to dates, look at her.

“I know this Chinese restaurant-” he started and soon he felt a slap on his arm.

“You’re not taking me to have lunch in your restaurant!” she pretty much yelled, making Jackson look at her both surprised and amused. Yugyeom who was around turned to pay attention, which made Bambam turn too. Soon Jaebum and Jinyoung were also paying attention to their conversation. “And I’m not taking you to mine. It makes no sense!” Y/N continue, moving her arms after sipping from the bottle again. “You’re supposed to take me to neutral ground first. Like that Brazilian place on the main street. Are you Brazilian? No. Am I Brazilian? Also no. See? Neutral,” she sipped from the bottle again.

“Okay… So, uh,” Jackson said, rubbing his hand behind his neck, chuckling a little and stealing the bottle to take a sip himself. “Lemme start over. I know this Brazilian place on the main street… I heard it’s a good…”

“It’s horrible actually,” Y/N cut him, making everyone who was watching laugh. The pair still didn’t realize they were being watched. Mark had joined them now. “I think a hamburger would be a good idea.”

“Fine. I know a very good hamburger place…”

“If you say McDonald’s…”

“It’s not McDonald’s.”

“Deal. Pick me up at noon. You know where I work,” she said, stealing the bottle back. Now both Sophie and Youngjae had joined the crowd watching, laughing softly and loud as the pair usually would. Before Y/N could leave though, Jackson held her close by the wrist because who else but Jackson Wang would do that? And smiled. All the did was smile at her, bringing their faces close together. Y/N laughed - nope, she giggled - when she realized where his was heading.

Soon, they were kissing. And it was soft, gentle and messy like all drunk kisses are. It also didn’t last as long as it should have because the people watching started clapping, cheering and yelling as much as they usually would. Both Y/N and Jackson thought Sophie and Youngjae were doing something important, but when they turned around they saw pretty much all their friends clapping at them. Y/N gave them all the finger while Jackson started yelling and telling them to stop ruining his life.

Yep. Y/N could totally get used to Good Guy Jackson Wang.

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Me with my parents 110% I've finally gotten fed up with my dad. I went over there to pick up my Stepsister and while I was there I dropped off his credit card (that he had given me to get gas and food). I'm cutting myself off because I'm tired of him feeling as if he can hold anything over my head. It's just annoying as all hell to have your parents act like total jackasses and lie to your face before turning around and pretending to be these perfect people. My dad and stepmom sat and told my stepsiblings that they didn't have the money to take them to see their family last summer... And then LITERALLY 2 weeks later my stepmom went and got a brand new 2017 model car... Traded in her car for it and started making those expensive ass payments. She even made a comment about how it was costing her more than her other car (which was also new and perfectly fine!) And all I could think was "So.. you can spend thousands of dollars on a new car that you didn't even NEED. But you can't afford to buy two plane tickets or provide gas money to send your kids to visit their grandmother and brother two states over!?" Then my dad is always... ALWAYS... asking when I'm going to get a job, where I'm trying to get a job, if I'm trying to get a job. (I have been applying and no one will hire me because I have no experience!) I'm in college. My classes go from 7:30am to 3:30pm... And that doesn't include the 2-4 hours of studying/homework I have to do afterwards. I literally don't have TIME for a job. But he always claims "a lot of people work while they're in school!" IM NOT ONE OF THOSE PEOPLE!!! I can't stay focused all day at school... Have time to study so I can keep my grades up... Then spend at least 5-8 hours working a job! There is only 24 hours in a day... How the actual hell am I expected to do that!? 8 hours of school + 2 hours of studying/homework + 5-8 hours at work. That's 15-18 (maybe more depending on homework and job) hours being on my feet, using my brain, and getting shit done. That leaves me around 8 or 9 hours to also go home and do my laundry (and any other chores I need to do) and shower and sleep. That leaves me NO time to myself. No time to take a break and do what I need to do to even be mentally stable. I'm already struggling as it is. I have PCOS. I'm constantly in pain. I battle anxiety and depression every fucking day of my life. I deal with constantly being sick. Then I have to deal with life stresses and situations. Having my dad constantly asking when I'm going to get a job seriously pisses me off and stresses me out even more. The ONLY thing he pays for me is my car insurance, and I don't even know if he is still paying that! My card is out of date and he hasn't given me a new one so I don't know if he's even paid it!! Yet here he is, talking down to me and acting like NOTHING I do is ever good enough. I always have to do more. I'm apparently supposed to run myself into the damn dirt! Is that what will make him happy!? For me to try so hard I end up failing at everything?? Or for me to finally drive myself off the fucking cliff I constantly feel like I'm on the edge of!? Then he wants to start arguments on fucking Facebook like a damn child!? He literally HAD to comment on my post about this crazy lady who was arguing with me when she had no idea what she was talking about and part of my post was "she literally could have figured it out with one Google search" and he HAD to start in with his old person rant. Claiming MY generation is the problem and we hate all the older people and went on and on about how we can't trust the internet and "you learn more from life experience." WHAT FUCKING LIFE EXPERIENCE!?!? ALL HE DOES IS EAT, SLEEP, SHIT, GO TO WORK, AND FUCKING REPEAT!! He doesn't go outside of this state more than maybe once a year... And he only goes one state over, which isn't saying much seeing as we LIVE on the fucking border!! The state line is literally 7 minutes from my house!!! And he acts like he's been around the world and done SO MUCH with his life... HE HASNT EVEN BEEN OUTSIDE OF THE UNITED STATES!!! Then he ended his immature little rant with "I'm just stating the facts!" When NO BITCH YOU WERE STATING YOUR DUMBASS OPINION!!!! I AM the one who has been all over the country! I flew to the complete other side of the United States to be with my best friend after she tried to commit suicide!! 👏LIFE EXPERIENCE!! 👏 And what I was even talking about in my post was RESEARCH! Which means reading and searching and studying to figure out all sides of the story. So you can be INFORMED and knowledgeable about what you're speaking on. Studying scholarly articles for HOURS ON END so you know as much as possible about what you're talking about. Watching documentaries and travelling to places you're trying to learn about. THATS WHAT I WAS TALKING ABOUT. And he literally started an argument about it... Pretty much calling me stupid and acting like he is this all knowing and great individual who knows SOOOO much about everything. Literally tried to tell me that I was dumb for trying to RESEARCH and STUDY things and claimed "You'll learn more from life experience!!" WHAT LIFE EXPERIENCE!? IM IN COLLEGE! HE WORKS IN A FUCKING FACTORY!!! Does he mean him abondonig me when I was a baby!? How he LET my stepfather beat me with a belt until I was black and blue and covered in welts!? I was so fucked up from my back to my thighs that my Grandmother threatened my stedads life with a fucking butcher knife!! She told him she'd "deMAN" him if he ever touched me again. Yet when I called my father begging and crying for him to come get me.. he told me to suck it up and said it "was just a wooping" and that I'd "get over it by tomorrow." When NO. What happened was, I wasn't able to sit properly for a fucking week! I was a child who was scared out of her mind and hurt. That's my "life experience" thanks to him. Even when I was still in high school he tried to do that shit. Would talk about how "high" his test scores were and tried to make it seem like I was stupid compared to him... When I was the one getting scholarships and ACTUALLY going to college!! While all he's EVER done is work in a fucking factory!! And I understand there are different "kinds" of smart, like book smart vs street smart. HE IS NEITHER AND I AM BOTH!! AND IM SICK OF HIM ACTING LIKE IM SOME STUPID AND NAIVE LITTLE GIRL!! He is the idiot. He is the one with literally no fucking common sense. All he did my entire childhood was smoke pot with his BLACK friends... And then got pissed when he found out I fucked a black guy! Got pissed when he found out my Stepsister hangs out with black guys (and has probably slept with a couple herself)! How the fuck are you going to be racist and judge people after YEARS of you BEING one of those people you now get pissed at!? I hate racism anyway, it's fucking stupid, but I hate even more when someone is a fucking hypocrite! Luckily for him he hasn't said shit about me being bisexual to my face. I'd probably knock his damn teeth out his mouth if he did.... That's how fucking fed up I am. Hell, my mom doesn't even know because I already hear enough homophobic shit from her. And then they both wonder why I never visit. Why I never call or text. Because it's ALWAYS drama and bullshit with them!!! They don't know shit about my depression. They don't know shit about my anxiety. They don't know shit about my eating disorder. My dad acts like my PCOS diagnosis is a joke and that it's some fake disease I made up! Which is fucking stupid seeing as it affects literally 1 in 6 women!! That means statistically me and at least one other girl in each of my classes have it! There are whole pages and articles and books about it! There's a movement right now to raise awareness and money for PCOS! We have our own ribbon and our color is teal! IT'S NOT JUST SOME SHIT I MADE UP FOR PITY!! I'm just so goddamn sick of it all. So. Goddamn. Sick.

[woahwoahwoahthatsalongpost-blog]

Today has been a very rough day.

My day actually started at 11:30pm last night when i broke out in hives for the first time ever. at first i freaked out because i had no clue what they were so i ran into the bathroom where i took pictures of both my upper arms (thats where the hives were). i sent the pictures to my friend lucas because he's always up late and is educated in just about everything and his response was "oh gosh" and then nothing so you could just imagine my horror at this. i ask "oh gosh??? that doesn't sound good lucas! what does oh gosh mean?!" quickly he respons back "It's hives. take a cold shower and wash it off and then if you can, put benodryl on it." so i do this and i go to message him back and i see that in the group chat he told everyone he was going to bed so im sitting here 12am hives covering my upper arms and the person that was walking me through this is now asleep, along with my eniter family and all the other smart people i know. i stay up till 1am the hives on my left are no longer burning however the ones on my right burn more and seem to be growing. around 1:30 my best friend shawn texts me and not even paying attention to what he said i immediatly tell him what's happened and him being the good friend he is he goes and looks stuff up and is trying to calm me down. 5 minutes later he text me "so, the benodryl didnt work? have you tried ALoe?" "no, will Aloe help?" "idk let me check before you do anything." 2 minutes later i recieve a screen shot saying that Aloe can cool the hives while also relieving the burning and even help get rid of them quicker so i go and put Aloe on and it instandly stops the burning and by this time its around 2am so i sit there talking to shawn and i thank him for his help and such and then we go off in a deep ass conversation bc its 2 in the morning what else are ya gonna do right? well i end up telling him something i've never told anyone before because he's been through something similar. By 3am the hives are gone, BUT the world ain't done tourchering me yet. SO naturally mother nature is like "nah she isn't getting any sleep tonight" evil laugh i start my period and its not regualr cramping, no, its much worse. it felt like someone was repeatedly stabbing me with a knife and then twisting it all up inside my guts. This went on till 4 oclock in the morning... 4 am... im in highschool. i get up at 6 am and its fucking monday. i sleep for two hours and 30 minutes... 6:30.. i had to leave at 6:36.. i had no clean clothes either becuase i forgot to put my clothes in the dryer.. i wore sweatpants with a plain black crop top and my frizzy, curly ass hair up in a bun. i looked like a bum. I leave around 6:50 and get to school at 7:20 which gives me 10 minutes to go to my locker and then go up 3 flights of stairs and then all the way across the 5th building. i get there as the late bell rings at 7:30 phew i think to myself im sitting in my first period and half way through i can slowley feel the migraine i had for 6 days that went away just the day before returning. I couldn't take the medicine i had been before because it might've caused me to have an allergic reaction so i just have to deal with it. fast forward to 3rd period the migrine has grown painfully and in my arms where the hives where is becoming very sore and it's getting hard to focus. 4th period i decide to go home so when class changes and im supposed to go to 5th lunch i go to the clinic. they give me ice and have me sit in a chair while i wait for my grandmother to pick me up. I wait an hour because of traffic. on the way home a guy that has messaged me before hits me up. i should note that he is friends with my receant ex and he dated one of my best friends. We talk a bit and he apologizes for radomly texting me and tells me im cute. I dont want to hurt his feelings or anything so i accept the complement and then ask about him dating my friend, which he denies ever happened. i show this conversaton to shawn being a little creeped out and wondering what i should do. shawn being shawn offers to take care of the kid for me but i turn the offer down. I tell the kid im not looking for anything and would perfer if he stopped calling me cute. he says okay and coninues texting me but in a more friend like way and wanting to know more about me. i found out he is 19 and immediatly tell him that i am only 15 but he doesn't seem bothered by that. After a while the conversation between me and the kid stop and i start to focus on the converstation i am having with shawn, it seems that he feels he should have a say in the people that i date because he's overly protective and doesn't want to see me hurt. i tell him that he can have an opinnion about it of course but more than likely it wont stop me from dating someone. this angers him a lot and he ends up saying he thinks we should stop talking for a bit and that talking everyday like we have been since january is unhealth and not normal. so i've lost my guy bestfriend for a while and immediatly go to my bestfriend sarah for comfort and tell her everything, she's always one of the better parts of my day. After i talk to her eveythings pretty okay... untill i eat left over lasagna from the night before. only after about 30 minutes i spot two little spots of hives on my arm so i put Aloe on it and can pretty much assume the alleric reaction is to the lasagna. lasagna is my all time favorite food so rip me.

[theday]

mx in sg: the experience

FHJGDGHSHGFGGHD as usual starting off with the keyboard smash anyway! ill be talking about my experience seeing mx live yesterday (3/3) second part is abt when mx were on stage but its quite dry bc i dont remember much

ill be going in chronological order so [jooheon voice] lets get it

i was gonna meet my friend (karissa) at 3:30 because we were going to meet the person selling us our tickets at 4pm but that got delayed until like 5pm which was fine though

anyway i met her and we started queueing because although official queuing was supposed to start at 6pm they pushed it forward to 3pm (which was unfortunate for those who were busy and couldnt come until much later - the organizer never released an official statement saying the queuing started earlier) 

so as soon as karissa and i arrived at like. the place (near the venue) we got lost for about a whole 5 minutes lmao so i texted james asking him where the hell . they were and we made it and joined the queue immediately (we were the last few people of the second batch) 

we just sat there and. collected freebies and our banners (for the fan events) while we waited for the seller to come give us our tickets 

when they came i was like . fucking screaming because one of the seller was someone i knew from primary school (4 years ago) and i was likeudghdgghdhsh??????? that was the highlight of the daydhfhs

after we bought the tickets and shit we were slightly concerned they wouldnt work lmao but they did god bless

while we waited for the doors to open and stuff a group of people did dance covers of mx songs and later other groups too everyone was cheering for them which was nice fgfghdgh

the hype died down and we just waited quietly until it hit 6pm and i started listening to the day6 stream LMAO but after 4 songs i had to stop because suddenly everyone was standing up?? 

for nothing though because we sat down like 30 minutes later at around 7? 7:30? everyone stood up again and this time people were given wrist tag things u kno.. ya there were three (?) kinds i think gold for those who held a superfan ticket, pink for general admission and some other colour for those who got tickets for free and could sit on chairs dhdghs 

it was a free standing event in an outdoor space so superfan ticket holders got to stand closer to the stage? and those with general admission had to stand behind us and it was separated by a barricade 

we entered at like 8pm because we were the second batch (there was a third batch behind us) and it was already filled?? not exactly but from where we were standing we couldn’t really see the stage 

in the end we were in the middle which wasnt exactly the best but its definitely better than those standing all the way at the back rip 

i think at like 7:45 they started playing the music videos and everyone was shouting the lyrics it was cute i loved it but my throat told me to die after i yelled for like all of their mvsjhdgdghd 

also when all in played u bet my ass i jumped up and downdhg

also water wasnt allowed inside which i think is normal so i chugged mine down as fast as i could before entering (i had a little left and the lady let me in with it thanks queen) (i drank it all before they even came on stage)

the hype was real though and it was great 

when it hit 8:30pm the introduction video started and suddenly i was getting pushed forward and wow . dont go if ur not a fan of people invading your personal bubble. i wish fans had more sense to Not push around and stuff but what can we do rip 

other than that when they came out oh gOD when they came out i was likebfhgddgs??!?!??!?! i had to stand on my tip toes to see them

they started with beautiful and i was liek. dissociating i jsut sang along and shit it was amazing?????? 

the first person i saw was kihyun and then minhyuk?? i dont remember who else i saw but iw ss losing my fucking mind over how good everyone looked

anyway after that was um.............. fuck. .... i dont know..........

IFMFHGHSGF IM CRYING MY BRAIN TOLD ME TO DIE

white love maybe? i think they did like an introduction of themselves ??

anyway ill figure the songs out later they started playing games i think or was that another time im bad at this clearly 

ask james for the details of the songs i dont remember shit from that i just remember singing along to the songs badly and moving my arm back and forthhfgsgh 

also team work makes the dream work because karissa was recording and i helped her to zoom in and ensure they looked human with the brightness and stuff fhjdgsgh 

but !! everyone did the fanchants really well it was so heartworming 

also during white love they made us do that one part u know the one and it was awesome!!!!! during white sugar they threw m&m’s and i got to get a good look at their faces without having to look at the screen!! 

honestly was good too god im so happie 

hm. they did a mon-story time and showed us pics from previous eras (trespass > i dnt remmeber fuck > beautiful world tour > mxray > first win) ?? might be wrong dghdgs and they talked about stuff that happened i blanked out though so i dont know what they said 

also when they flashed the first win part they started throwing hands @ each other usual mx shit dhjgsgd

we chanted monsta x and they chanted monbebe back at us :-( i love them

i think changkyun said he doesnt wnat to do another season of mxray LMAODHFGHHGS fucking loser 

the translator made me laugh he was super monotone fhgdghfsh

then they played mon-ccaso dghghfsh and drew what they wanted to eat with singaporean mbb!!

there was a bug in front of wonho and he got !!!! fhdgh cute .

shownu: ????? what was it ?? a drink it looked like a cocktail and kihyun was like “non alcoholic” dghffsgs

wonho: ice cream!!! hes so cute his drawing was so cute also he wrote monbebe before they announced the game his handwriting is so pretty tf

minhyuk: ramyeon lmao (in his words: traditional korean noodles) 

kihyun: uh oH HE DREW A CRABFGHGSHS and said chili and pepper crab!!!

hyungwon: he drew a shrimpfhggdgs fucking . it was so cute

jooheon: mandu!! or dumplings :D

changkyun: water. JHDHGDGSG KING HONESTLY IW AS LIKE JUMPING UP AND DOWN IN EXCITEMENT!! love me a water stan 

anyway they talked about what they drew and when it came to minhyuk’s turn he was like guess and everyone just shit on him DHJDHSHG 

some examples: “hair” Gghdhg and some fans (including me) screamed cucumberhjfghgs let this man live 

minhyuk also tried to make fun of jooheons drawing but it failed bc none of us understood his joke

so they made us vote by screaming and they each stood up while holding their sketchbooks and we’d scream

winner was changkyun (i yelled my heart out and jumped bitch)

FHGSGG W INNER HAD TO DO AEGYO THOUGHDG played urself

they did oppaya and i think there are fancams somewhere

then they made wonho do it hhdggs best 1 minute of my life

after that was uhh??????? brain machine broke i dont know im not even going in order anymore

they either did from zero first or the fan videos were shown first

if so the fan videos were of fans talking about how much they love/appreciate mx and it was sweet after that we raised our banners for the fan vid

and then the CAKE came for wonho and we sang happy birthday to wonho (kihyun asked us to sing once too at the start hjdghgsg we did that in english this time it was in korean) 

also funny hfgdhgs thing... they talked in korean and a lot of people replied in korean so they got shockedhfgh FUCJ DAY6 ok safe im listening now

i think they (minhyuk?) asked who thought/if he was handsome and got rly happie when we said yea

after him someone asked too LOLJHDGSG

back 2 whatever fdsh um oh yeah the cake was done to look like ramyeon in a pot :D ill add a link

wonho cut himself with the knife D-: babie 

he kept wanting to eat it though so hopefully he liked it 

maybe after that they did from zero???? ufhffghsgghdg idk

after that was hero!!!!!!! god we were all so pumped 

shine forever next 

and then they stopped to take a break i thinkfhgshgd 

at some point they asked fans (a jooheon stan and a wonho one) what songs they liked :-D the jooheon one said beautiful and the other said ill be there if im not wrong

they also made the rappers sing bits from some songs hfgsg i dont remember which songs tho hdhs

changkyun tried his besthjdg

they did their ending ment and went to dramarama!! 

after that it was silent for like 5 minutes max as we chanted mx and for encore

they came out and did ill be there (?) (first verse to chorus) and talked again before doing 5:14! 

they were dressed in casual tshirts which was a relief hjghgdh because it was reallly fuckng hot hdh changkyun mentioned the weather too sorry dude thats life

they waved at fans and played amongst themselves kihyun dumped water on jooheon LMAO i got a clear view of that

stay hydrated !

they just kept dumping water on each other i love a family :-D

and then they said bye and left

jooheon kept going byEE though dhgdhs hes so cute :-( 

ok heres what i thought abt the monstas themselves

kihyun looked especially good with that tie by the way 

jesus i got to see wonho with dark hair i truly. died

ALSO SHOWNU LOOKS SO HANDSOME IRL!!!! MY WIG WAS SNATCHED!!!!!!!!!!!

hyungwon was rly cute too when he interacted with the fans :-(

there was one time wonho smiled and it was caught on the screen i . felt my heart burst in that moment

alsowwhen minhyuk took center position for their choreos he has this ?? charisma ??? its amazong like the one smirk/grin he does u know that? yeah i saw it in beautoful and died

joohoen and changkyun also did their best hyping mbbs up by yelling to sing along and stuff ihdjgf i love them

this is just mx loving hours 

also kihyun did the DHDHHSH EYE SMILE!!! HE DID IT SO MANY TIMES HE WAS SO HAPPIE I LOVE HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!

i didnt get to see jooheon much but he was so playful with minhyuk it was so cute!!!!!!! 

they all look so good and sound even better live!!! kihyuns adlibs god help me. 

i love them so much. i really do fhhdghghs im happy i went no more regrets and no more telling myself i didnt have a blast because i!!!! i loved every second of it even when i got someones hair stuck to my arm LMAO 

after it ended we immediately left for the exit andggdghs WOW standing up i was fine but moving?? moving was HELL my legs hurt so bad

ok so we got home and thats that but like.... heres where my self reflection comes in

so you dont have to read this part

i think. the reason i dont remember much is because.. i dont want to? like. at some point i got a clear view of wonho in the Flesh and i was thinkng about how i was really seeing them? for real????? and i got. really sad i think?? 

so to prevent myself from getting sad i probably tried to forget? everything?? theres also my bad memory of course but i cant even remember their faces i feel like its because im trying to forget or some deep shit 

anyway i think im also makig myself not be happy??? this is phrased v bad but its like im trying to kill the fun and only think abt the negatives of the whole event

which wasnt even much so its like. my minds blankfhjfhd

talking about it here helps though like i get to. share and actually talk about what happened so yeah i can say that i had fun even though i couldnt see them i had a blast singing along it was awesome

the only bad part was how i didnt like watching from the screens because it felt like i wasnt seeing them live?? ooMGHDDS DAY6 ARE DOING BETTTER BTTER

tldr; im not that upset over it now thank god and i can proudly say i had fun and although i cant remember much it was a great experience

thank you for coming to my tedtalk if you did <3

[nexthecryptid]

Djwifi and tackle hug

A/N: I feel like I put a lot of more thought into this than I should have but like, here you go~!  

Read it Ao3 here

[Alya]: I miss you…

[Nino]: I miss you too Alya

[Alya]: Then come home already lol.  

[Nino]: Trust me I wish I could be there right now.  All this waiting is pretty awful

[Alya]: I know.  Beingaway from something this great should be a crime ;)

[Nino]: *prayer hands* *crying face* It’s decided, I’mstaying home from now on.  No more DJtours.  

[Alya]: Omg babe no. You can’t be a house-boyfriend. Your music is too good for you to stay home.  

[Nino]:  Nope.  Gonna do it. You encouraging me is making me realize how awesome my girlfriend is andhow much I should really be home.  

[Alya]: Oh, shut up. Besides, I am a strong independent woman who can wait three moremonths.  

[Nino]: Four…

[Alya]: Close enough lol.

[Alya]: I know I just said that I can wait but…  I can’t wait till you come home

[Nino]: I’ll be home soon babe.  

[Alya]: We should work on your definition of soon.

[Nino]: Fucking fight me

[Alya]: I fucking will!

[Nino]: God I miss you haha.

[Nino]: You’ll see babe. I’ll be home before you even know it.

[Alya]: I’m holding you to that Spielberg

[Nino]: I know what will make you feel better.

[Alya]: ???  

[Nino]: You get out of work at 4:30pm right?  I’ll be back at the hotel around then in mytime, so we could Skype!  

Alya blinked down at the text message, her eyebrows knittingtogether as she frowned a little.  Afterreading it once, twice more, she raised a brow and hummed curiously.  A small feeling was forming in her gut, thelittle voice in her head whispering a few different questions as she typed upan answer.

[Alya]: Yes!  Please,I would love that since I haven’t seen that face of yours in a good while~  

[Alya]: Speaking of work, I really should get going.  I still have to get ready and Mari would killme if I end up coming in late again. I’ll see you later!  

[Nino]: Love you Al. Have a good day at work.  

“Now…  The questionis…  How did you know that I got out at4:30pm today?” She asked out loud, raising a brow towards the somali cat thatmeowed in response to her.  She laughed alittle, reaching over and gently petting her fur down as she continued tothink.  

“He’s up to something Trixx. I just know it.”  The cat meowedback at him, leaning into her touch before jumping onto her shoulder.  

“Ah so you agree?” She giggled, kissing her head beforeletting the cat jump off.  

She hummed to herself, scrolling through her music beforesettling on one of her playlists.  Shewiggled a little bit to the music before getting ready for the day.  She couldn’t shake the suspicion of though,getting lost in thought as she went through her daily routine.  Nino shouldn’t have known that she wasgetting out at 4:30pm today.  She hadjust gotten her schedule yesterday, and because she couldn’t predict if herschedule would be the same for every week, she wouldn’t tell Nino about herschedule until the day after.  Logically,he could have simply assumed that today would be the same as last week, and hewould have been right too.  Except lastSunday, she worked till 6:30pm.  

There was another strange thing about this whole thingtoo.  He wanted to skype today.  Usually they would both avoid skyping onSundays because it was such an unpredictable day and there was the timedifference between them.  In fact, itwould be the first Sunday they would be skyping too.  It didn’t make any sense to her…

“Think I’m just overthinking this Trixx?” She cooed, lookingto the feline.  When Trixx only whippedher tail, Alya laughed.  “Yeah, no.  Definitely not.”  

…

Time always seemed to slow down significantly whenever Alyawanted it to speed up, making the eight hours that she was there feel like shehad been there for far longer.  Shetexted Nino a few times, hoping he’d be free to chat but it didn’t look likeit.  What’s worse…  Marinette seemed to be avoiding her.  

When she clocked in, Mari was at their table, clearlyworking on her project without a worry in the world.  Before Alya could even let out a simple hellohowever, she started stammering, shooting up from her seat and rambling aboutsomething.  She rose a brow, watching herrun off before settling in her own spot. She shook it off as Marinette being herself, but when she realized thatMarinette found any and every excuse to leave her desk, she knew something wasup. Initially she thought she had messed up somehow, maybe have said somethingto hurt her feelings, but it obviously wasn’t that or she would have calledout.  No, just like her boyfriend…  her best friend was hiding something.  

Eventually, Marinette had to come back to her own desk, thelast fifteen minutes of their shift being spent on wrapping whatever work theywere doing.  She hummed and kept herselfbusy, making only small talk when Alya tried to talk with her.  At some point, Alya made her decision, comingto the conclusion that she was most definitely hiding something.

“Finally…  Man, they totally kept me busy today.  I mean, I definitely agreed to help, youknow, pass the time and avoid-er, yeah avoid boredom.” She stuttered, nervouslylooking around the room.  Alya tilted herhead slightly, humming in question before smirking.  

“What are you hiding?” She asked,watching the bluenette tense, looking like a deer caught in headlights for asecond.  

“N-Nothing!  I-I mean, ha… Pffttt what?  Why would you eventhink that?  You’re f-funny.” She forcedout a laugh, motioning her hands wildly. She squeaked as Alya leaned in, staring at her with a skeptical look.

“Uh-huh…  okay, whatever you say.” She pulled back,waving her off as she started to pack up.

“Haha, yeah.  I mean, you already know I’m going outtonight with Adrien.  I didn’t make thatup.  But I mean we’re eating a little bitlater because of the flight but hey, no big deal.  You’ll be home Skyping Nino, so we both haveplans for the night.” She rambled.  

“Gotcha.”

“Wh-What!?”

“You’ve been avoiding me allday.  We never shared our plans with eachother.  So…  Spill it girl.  What’s the big secret?”  Panic and defeat flushed across her face, hershoulders drooping.  She glanced at theclock, quickly grabbing all of her belongings and laughing a bit.  

“I have no idea what you’retalking about!  But, oh, would you lookat the time.  We ought of get out ofhere!  You know since we’re out andall.  I have to go out to meet Adrien,I’m sure he’s outside already, you know, very punctual.” Marinette explained,walking out with bag in hand.  Alyaquickly packed up and followed after her, slipping around and facing her as shewalked backwards.  

“Oh come on Marinette!” She whined, drawling out the ‘on’.  “You’re a terrible liar and you should let meknow what the big secret is!  It’s not likeNino is coming home in a few days anyway so I can-”

“W-What!?  No!  Heis coming home what are you talking about? He’s probably already here!  Ahsnickerdoodles.”

“-keep it…  a… secret…” Alya trailed off, her mouthhanging opened as she stared at Marinette. She grabbed her shoulder, noting to apologize later as she pulled herclose.  “He’s what…?”

“Nothing!  I was totally joking!” She laughed, wavingher hands in front of her.  “AprilFools!  Even though…  it’s like the middle of September…  September Fools!”

Alya didn’t pay her any mind,stumbling back as she ran a hand through her hair.  Nino was here.  Nino was here in the city.  Nino was coming home.

“I have to go.” She said, turningon her heel and running across the street, ignoring the horn that blared ather.  She ran down to her parking spot,throwing all her belongings into the backseat before getting behind thewheel.  Before she started drivinghowever, she took a deep breath, carefully pulling out of the parkingspot.  She safely drove out of theparking, speeding down the street and to the highway.  

Marinette groaned as she watchedher best friend leave, her body posture relaxing against the wall.  Another horn sounded, catching herattention.  She smiled when she met withher boyfriend’s smiling face, jogging over, and getting in.  She leaned over and planted a kiss on hischeek.

“So…  how’d it go?” He asked, tucking a lock of herhair behind her hair.  

“All according to plan!” Shegiggled.  He chuckled and quickly pulledaway from the curb, driving the same direction Alya was going.  

“Nino is probably going to killus.” Adrien offered.

“Alya’s murder would have beenworse.  And the best part of all ofthis?” She asked, lifting the phone she had been holding behind her purse, “Younever noticed me recording Alya!”

…

Finding parking was surprisinglyeasy when Alya got to the airport, families coming in and out for their ownreasonings.  She had turned down one ofthe lanes when she spotted a car pulling out of their spot.  Despite her lack of patience, she waited tillthey had driven off before taking the spot. She nearly forgot to take her keys out when she bolted to the building,running inside before stopping short at all of the signs.  It never occurred to her that she had no cluewhere Nino was coming from, no airline, no specific time, nothing.  She had been to excited…  Wanted to see Nino so badly.  

She looked towards the baggageclaim, watching as groups and groups of people filing next to the conveyor beltgrab their luggage, quickly leaving or looking for another.  She couldn’t spot if Nino had been overthere, so she moved to the large board with several screens.  She skimmed over the lists of flights, tryingto see if any of them stuck out arrival wise.  But she was out of luck.  

She was running around, lookingfor any sign of her boyfriend, that she nearly missed her phone ringing.

“Hello?”

“Doors D.  Hurry.” Came a whisper, the call quickly ending.  She didn’t think about it, quickly scanningthe gate doors before running over.  Shestopped short as she finally found him, panting a bit as she stared at him.

“Who were you talking to?” Heasked, grinning as he tried to look at her phone.  

“No one you fondue!  Did you get all of your bags?” Marinetteasked, batting him away.  Adrien washolding a tank, the small shell of Wayzz coming in view.  Alya could feel the tears well in her eyes,using that as a confirmation that he was really coming and staying home.  

She ran down the hall, ignoringeveryone she accidently bumped on the way before launching herself towards Nino.  She wrapped her arms around his waist,tackling him down and squeezing him as tightly as she could.  She nuzzled her nose into his chest, inhalinghis scent as she couldn’t help but sob, a bit of laughter mixing in.  Nino groaned from the tackle, laughing insurprise as he pulled her close.  

“Hey.” She said, giggling as shelooked up and wiping the tears away.  Ninochuckled, leaning done and kissing all over her face happily, Alya not missingthe two looks he shot at their best friends.

“Hey.  Although not exactly what I planned, I’m soglad to be back.”  Alya grinned, gentlytouching his cheeks and giving him one long kiss that she had been holding onto.  

“Can’t surprise me, Babe.  You know you can’t keep secrets from me.”

“Fair enough.” He laughed, gentlytaking her hand and bringing it to his lips, kissing her palm lovingly.  

“I love you.”

“I love you too, Alya.”

Thank you for the Prompt lovely!  Hopefully I’ll post another tomorrow!  

[strawberry-jules]

the fourth

hi again. it’s 10:41pm.

today was a fucking shit show. like appallingly so. my schedule was supposed to roughly look like this:

6-7am: get up, get ready, go get coffee

8-9: vet appt

9-10: breakfast, clean the kitchen for mom

10-11: post office, quick target run

11.30-4pm: read 2 chapters from textbook

4-5.30: run, shower, etc

5.30-7.30: read half a chapter, take some me time, idk

9pm-11pm: vibe time baybee

here’s how it turned out, roughly.

got coffee, it was very fun. barista is making it very hard to not have a crush on them by simply existing. how rude! took belle to the vet, everything was fine and dandy, as i figured. came home, had a bagel with spinach and eggs, cleaned the kitchen, it was fantastic. my brother ended up needing to ship out his christmas gift to his friend in croatia, but his classes weren’t over until 1:30, so i was like no worries! i’ll just go study for my final till your classes are over, just let me know. i ended up reading absolutely nothing and getting sucked into whatever fucking dumb shit exists on the internet. i also picked 3 therapists from our network and emailed them, introducing myself, and asking for quick interviews next week to see if we’re good fits, because i want to start going to therapy. 

i was very excited by this development. it’s taken me over a year of saying i would go to therapy for me to finally get the courage to reach out. at about 12, i went into my parents’ room and said “guess what? i’m finally starting therapy!” and my mother, without missing a beat, says “oh, sorry we did such a bad job raising you. why do you need therapy? i thought we did a great job.” i was fucking stunned. i was like, “woah, no! this isn’t a reflection of you. this is me finally taking care of myself, i have personal things i need to work through. however, i do think that therapy is useful to anyone, and i think everyone should try therapy, at least once,” to which she had the brilliant insight, “there’s nothing wrong with me. should i just make something up about my family and go talk to a stranger about it? is that what you’re doing?” and my dad was like, “hey, that’s not what she’s saying” and my mom basically went off saying that i was weird for thinking that everyone should try therapy, and that i didn’t actually need it, and that it’s weird that i’ve been to therapy twice now, wasn’t complaining to that high school counselor that my parents were so strict enough for me?

those quotes are as close to word for word as i can get, i’m pretty sure it’s exactly what was said. the conversation lasted less than a minute, before i said “i think i need to excuse myself,” and walked away. i came and sat at my desk for i don’t even know how long. i looked at myself in my phone camera, and my face had become so translucent, it was almost green from my blood veins. i walked up to my window and contemplated trying to take the screen out to climb out, but i realized that if i did jump, it would be in my neighbor’s driveway, and that felt really insensitive, so i walked away. i sat back down at my desk and contemplated all the reasons my mom was right, before i realized that she wasn’t right. i have finally realized that i’m not fine. 

i’m a depressed, suicidal 20 year old with undiagnosed adhd and ocd, a diagnosed eating disorder, and i’ve been a closeted lesbian for 13 years. i have every right to feel not okay. i didn’t need my mother’s permission to go to therapy, i have my own health insurance and i’m an adult who feels the need to ask for help, and that’s okay.

so i did what i do best, and spewed verbal diarrhea onto my private snap story about what happened and how i’ve been feeling these last few days. my brother’s classes ended early, so i took the opportunity to leave the house as soon as possible, and we took as long as possible to get to the fedex drop box, before i dropped him back at home and kept driving around, trying to process how i felt. i didn’t return either of my textbooks. i think i’m just going to send the one i bought in october after christmas, idk when it’s due but i can’t deal with the fucking lines at the post office anymore. i walked up to the post office, looked at the winding line into a building where the lovely hicks in my hometown refuse to wear masks, decided i wasn’t ready to get covid yet, and went to deposit cash so i could buy weed. i’ll just bite the $40 and buy the one that was due today, maybe i’ll give it to someone next semester. 

i got home and responded to my friends’ responses to my story. i got an overwhelmingly positive and loving response from my friends. every single one stuck up for me, supported me, and shared that they’ve been feeling similarly. which is heartbreaking, i can’t believe that all of us have been dealing with this so privately! but anyway, that’s a tomorrow issue. 

after i did that, i was ordering my weed when barista texted me, saying they had a question for me, which, when you have a major crush on a coworker with a girlfriend, is a very concerning text to receive. turns out, they just made me earrings! they walked their dog to my house and delivered the insanely cool polymer clay snake earrings. when i greeted them with a hug, they pulled me in so close, literally every part of their body was pressed against mine and my cheek rested on their head so perfectly. they’re on the shorter side, probably 3-4 inches shorter than me, but so strong. the way their arms felt around my back was wild, it was so tight but so gentle but so firm but so, so warm and soft. their hair was soft but frizzy and smelled like them and a little bit like an argan oil shampoo and a little like coffee. their eyes are so much more intensely ice blue in the sun. they hugged me the same way goodbye, and we chatted for a good portion of the evening, about our coworkers and being homeschooled and being nerdy high schoolers and the earrings.

i finally got one chapter done before dinner was ready at 8:30pm, which is late, even by our standards. after dinner, as i was decorating a sugar cookie named gerard, my parents kept making snarky comments about me being a stoner, and i was like yes, bold statements coming from the parents that just used my account to buy a tincture and edibles. anyway, i came upstairs and tried to read more but i’m too emotionally exhausted. eve ended up giving me a call, finally, and filled me in on her life, which is always crazy but i love to hear her voice, so it’s okay. then i learned a tiktok dance, which left me concerningly out of breath, considering it’s only been like 4 days since i ran and i can’t be that out of shape? but i showered and did my skincare routine and made sure my laundry was in the dryer before i sat down to start this. 

it’s now 11:20pm, and i’m very proud to report that i am no longer angry with my mother for what she said to me. i’m sad that it’s how she feels, but i recognize that what i’m going through is something she will never understand, as a straight woman who, while prudish, has a healthy relationship with drugs and sex. i love her, and i forgive her, but i’m going to talk to her tomorrow and hold her accountable for gaslighting her already unstable daughter. what she did wasn’t fair, and it hurt. i know she probably feels insecure because she definitely does have things she knows she should go to therapy for, i know for a fact that she faced a lot of childhood and adolescent trauma and i would personally love to make sure she’s in a healthy place with it. but i can’t force her to, obviously, so i have to just hope that she doesn’t project on to me too much in the coming weeks.

i’m exhausted, and i think i’ll go to bed. i feel good about how i handled today, i caught myself in time to think through my actions before i did something completely unwarranted and unhinged. i know that at the time, my brain was in flight mode and i couldn’t cope immediately so i just followed the “i want to die” instinct because it was the strongest, but i still had enough of my logical brain in gear to have forethought. look at you go, prefrontal cortex! knowing that the part of me that is still healthy and wants to live is strong enough to put the kibosh on that maneuver is enough to give me hope that i will be okay someday. i never thought that i would be someone to be experiencing things like this. i really thought that people were being dramatic, if i’m being totally honest. now that i’m experiencing it, i understand. i’m sorry that i didn’t have more empathy.

[ghostofviper]

Requests Open

Request Rules:

Open until 11-7-17 at 12:30pm PST

1. I don’t write for WWE. Aleister Black, Pete Dunne, Tyler Bate and Trent Seven are the exception to this rule. Other than that send anyone in.

2. I always acknowledge request asks. If I didn’t respond I didn’t get your ask, so please ask if you didn’t get a response when requests are closed.

3. I tailor the requests how they come to me during the writing process. I don’t take specific requests for smut, fluff, angst, etc. I never know what direction a story is going until I start writing it, so what comes out is what you get.

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5. COMMENT AND REBLOG! This a serious motivator. It’s hard to write not knowing if people are enjoying.

Send me a name and number. I’m not combining any requests this time as it is too difficult with song lyrics.

Thank you everyone!

1. “Cause you know I get excited when you get jealous.” Jealous by Nick Jonas and Tinashe

2. “If you’re under him, you’re not getting over him.” New Rules by Dua Lipa

3. I wanna taste her lips, cause they taste like you.” Girl Crush by Little Big Town

4. “I don’t know your fucking name, so what, let’s fuck” A.D.I.D.A.S. – Korn

5. “You make me wanna show you anything goes” Alexis Texas – Cruel Youth

6. “Baby as soon as you meet me, you’ll wish that you never did.” Alone – Halsey

7. “The time bomb is ticking and no one is listening.” - Another Way to Die – Disturbed

8. “I’m bad at love, but you can’t blame me for trying.” Bad at Love – Halsey

9. “You look like my next mistake.” Blank Space- Taylor Swift

10. “If you wanna go to Heaven you should fuck me tonight.” Young God – Halsey

11. “When I look at you, I wanna get a room.” When I look at You – Lesley Roy

12. “I ain’t nice, no I’m quite a dick, I’m the bad guy who’s making you sick.” Villain – Theory of a Deadman

13. “Come here boy, I want to dance. Before I said a word she was taking my hand.” Play it Again – Luke Bryan

14. “It hurts to say out loud, looks like she’s really gone now.” Today – Gary Allan

15. “Everyone wants to know if we fucked on the bathroom sink.” Strange Love – Halsey

16. “I don’t mind if you take what’s yours, but give me mine.” Sweet Things- The Pretty Reckless

17. “Drive the women folk wild, shoot ‘em all down with a flash of your pretty smile.” Just Like Jesse James – Cher

18. “I am the dark. I am the sin. I am the beast that lies within.” Love is Cold – Georgi Kay

19. “Everyone’s tellin’ me what you been doin’, who you been screwing.” - Twisted, Britney Spears

20. “You thought you were gonna throw it back in my face, but tell me how do my leftovers taste?” My Leftovers – Porcelain and the Tramps

21. “You taste so sweet, but I can’t eat the same thing every day.” Leave Me Alone, P!nk

22. “When you’re out in the club, don’t think I’m not and when you’re out making love, don’t think I’m not.” Don’t Think I’m Not- Kandi

23. “You desired my attention, but denied my affection” White Blank Page – Mumford and Sons

24. “You’re in my veins and I cannot get you out” In My Veins- Andrew Belle

25. “You used to make me smile, now you make me sick.” Feelings Fade – Gnash

26. “I’m not that girl anymore..” I Dare You – Bea Miller

27. “Through all the tears and all the lies.” - So Happy I could Die – Lady Gaga

28. “Some asshole broke me in, wrecked all my innocence.” Diamond Heart – Lady Gaga

29. “You can have my body, but you can’t have me.” Prisoner – The Pretty Reckless

30. “I’ll never tell you who I love.” Trapeze- Dia Frampton

31. “Most don’t mess with a guy like me.” Guys Like Me - Eric Church

32. “You can’t escape my affection” Summer Bummer – Lana Del Rey

33. “It’s 4 am and my lover won’t answer. He’s probably somewhere with a dancer.” 4am – Melanie Fiona

34. “I’m good for being a bad girl. I’ve got a way to bring you to your knees.” Bad Girl - Trash Palace

35. “You’re a Rolling Stone boy, never sleep alone boy, got a million numbers and they’re filling up your phone boy.” Ghost – Halsey

36. “You texted me to say you made a mistake. Couldn’t say it face to face.” Just Like You – Allison Iraheta

37. They tried to warn me.” You Lie – The Band Perry

38. “I know you dream of her while you sleep next to me.” I Can’t Stop Drinking About You – Bebe Rexha

39. “Now I’m gonna give him what he wants and more. Do all those extra sick things that I told you no.” Dramatic – Britney Spears

40. “If you want to go to heaven, you should fuck me tonight” Young God – Halsey

41. “I know who you are, and if you want a little company tonight, you need a little love I can give it to you right.” Wakin’ Up the Devil – Hinder

42. “Throw me against the wall, bite me on the neck. Like end of the world break up sex.” Apocalyptic – Halestorm.

43. “You’re one he rushes home to. You’re the one he gave his name to.” Does he Love You– Reba McEntire

44. “I’ll pretend that I want you for what is on the inside, but when I get inside I’ll just want to get out. “ Slutgarden – Marilyn Manson

45. “That lipstick on your collar ain’t my shade of pink.” Dirty Laundry – Carrie Underwood

46. “I’m not going to be the Queen to the King of Apology.” King of Apology – Jana Kramer

47. “I want to paint my face and pretend that I am someone else.” Stand Still Look Pretty – The Wreckers

48. “Either make the time or just forget me. I’m not trying to run your life.” Give it to me Right -- Melanie Fiona

49. “You want me, come find me. Make up your mind.” Call Me When You’re Sober – Evanescence

50. “It’s such a pity a boy so pretty with an ugly heart.” Ugly Heart by G.R.L.

51. “The truth is it was all pretend….all along I was sleeping with your best friend.” The Truth is… - Theory of a Deadman

52. “You make me sick. I want you and I’m hating it. Got me lit like a candlestick.” You Make Me Sick – P!nk.

53. “You don’t want to see how ugly I can be. Lie awake planning my revenge out.” The Worst of Me – Saving Jane

54. “You don’t have to say you love me, cause honey I don’t care.” Baby I don’t Care – Transvision Vamp

55. “You fit me better than my favorite sweater.” Blue Jeans – Lana Del Rey

56. “Everybody loves you. Baby you’re the king of the night. And I’m the only one making sure I’m keeping out of your sight.” Trouble for Me – Britney Spears

57. “You’ve got the moves. Got the lines. Promise them it’ll turn out fine.” Boys Like You – Carter’s Chord

58. “You say I drink too much. You say I fuck too much. So what the hell am I supposed to do?” Gluttony – Buckcherry

59. “You had me thinking you were Heaven sent, but you were gone once the money was spent.” Dead to Me – Hinder

60. “You walk in and my strength walks out the door. Say my name and I can’t fight it anymore.” Right Kind of Wrong – Leann Rimes

[malfortunes]

about me

tagged by @pyrojunkie - answer 25 questions and tag 20 people

last

1. drink - apple beer

2. phone call - my dad

3. text message - "yeah"

4. song you listened to - lower by amber and luna

5. time you cried - like 2 weeks ago

6. dated someone twice? - yeah

7. kissed someone and regretted it - yeah

8. been cheated on - no

9. lost someone special - not really

10. been depressed - yeah

11. gotten drunk and thrown up - no

fave colors

12. blue

13. black

14. red

in the last year have you…

15. made new friends - yes

16. fallen out of love - yeah

17. laughed until you cried - yeah

18. found out someone was talking about you - yeah

19. met someone who changed you - no?

20. found out who your friends are - Sure?

21. kissed someone on your facebook friends list - yes

general

22. how many of your facebook friends do you know irl - all of them

23. do you have any pets - a dog but i dont like him

24. do you want to change your name - no

25. what did you do for your last birthday - dont remember

26. what time did you wake up today - 12:30pm

27. what were you doing at midnight last night - talking to my friends

28. what is something you cant wait for - graduating/going to college

30. what are you listening to right now - nothing

31. have you ever spoke to a person named tom? - nope

32. something that’s getting on your nerves - my mom

33. most visited website - tumblr or school websites

34. hair colour - black

35. long or short hair - long

36. do you have a crush on someone - idk

37. what do you like about yourself - im good at music

38. want any piercings - a lot on my ear, and maybe a septum

39. blood type - idk

40. nicknames - i dont have any

41. relationship status - single :(

42. zodiac - leo

43. pronouns - he/him

44. fave tv shows - stranger things, that 70s show, black mirror? idk

45. tattoos - none :(

46. right or left handed - left

47. ever had surgery - 2 eye surgeries, and appendicitis surgery

48. piercings - none

49. sport - i dont fuck w that

50. vacation - ,japan or new zealand, anywhere really

51. trainers - ? what this mean. i have a lot

more general

52. eating - fried rice, veggies and lamb

53. drinking - nothing

54. im about to watch - nothing

55. waiting for - nothing?

56. want - to graduate

57. get married - only to give my friend citizenship

58. career - musician or uhh sound engineer or smth

which is better

59. hugs or kisses - hugs

60. lips or eyes - eyes

61. shorter or taller - taller

62. older or younger - older

63. nice arms or stomach - idk?

64. hookup or relationship - relationship

65. troublemaker or hesitant - troublemaker?

have you ever

66. kissed a stranger - no

67. drank hard liquor - yes

68. lost glasses - no

69. turned someone down - no

70. sex on first date - no

71. broken someones heart - yeah

72. had your heart broken - yeah

73. been arrested - no

74. cried when someone died - no

75. fallen for a friend - god yeah

do you believe in…

76. yourself - Sure

77. miracles - not really

78. love at first sight - idk

79. santa claus - no

80. kiss on a first date - why not

81. angels - idk

other

82. best friend’s name - james, ari, patrick

83. eye colour - dark brown

84. fave movie - howl's moving castle? or currently it (2017)

85. fave actor - idk

idk who to tag so if you want to do this say i tagged you

[pushbreezango]

RULES: Tagged? Write a note with 92 truths about you! Tag 25 people.

I was tagged by @codyscurll

LAST:

LAST THING I BOUGHT: A chicken burger at Hungry Jack’s 

LAST STORE I VISITED: Probably Red Dot or some discount store

LAST TEXT MESSAGE: My dad texting me at 11:30pm asking whether I was on the way home from the wrestling last night

LAST SONG YOU LISTENED TO: Excluding songs that were in youtube videos i may have watched today, it was probably Good Dirty Fun on the way home last night

LAST THING I ATE: A bowl full of diced bell pepper

HAVE YOU EVER:

DATED SOMEONE TWICE: Probably not in the way this question means?

BEEN CHEATED ON: Nah

KISSED SOMEONE AND REGRETTED IT: Don’t think so

LOST SOMEONE SPECIAL: Ye

BEEN DEPRESSED: Only most of my life

BEEN DRUNK AND THROWN UP: Nope

IN THE PAST YEAR HAVE YOU:

MADE A NEW FRIEND: Many :D (shout out to the Breezango Chat for newest online friends)

FALLEN OUT OF LOVE: No

LAUGHED UNTIL YOU CRIED: Absolutely

MET SOMEONE WHO CHANGED YOU: Maybe?

FOUND OUT WHO YOUR TRUE FRIENDS WERE: Probably not

FOUND OUT SOMEONE WAS TALKING ABOUT YOU: I mean that happened yesterday when the ring announcer told me that the kids near his table kept asking whether I was a cop

GENERAL:

HOW MANY PEOPLE ON TUMBLR DO YOU KNOW IN REAL LIFE?: Over a hundred

DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS?: Nope, just The Boys (my friend and I feed pigeons and call them our boys)

DO YOU WANT TO CHANGE YOUR NAME?: Yup. Gonna be Kristopher. 

WHAT TIME DID YOU WAKE UP THIS MORNING?: Like noon

WHAT WERE YOU DOING LAST NIGHT?: I volunteered at a wrestling show and I had a nice bath afterwards. The doors opened at 6:30, show started at 7:00, had about 7 matches on the card, finished before 10, clearing up finished at 11-ish and it took me over an hour to get home

NAME SOMETHING YOU CAN’T WAIT FOR: Seeing my fiance again. 70 and a half more days. 

HAVE YOU EVER MET SOMEONE NAMED TOM?: Yep. My partner’s best friends. 

WHAT’S GETTING ON YOUR NERVES RN?: Only having a week off school, having more people in my house for a month and not having the ability to concentrate to get things done in a timely manner. 

BLOOD TYPE: A-

NICKNAME: Kris kind of was a nickname. My friend called me Prince Pretty a couple weeks ago. Nicknames don’t stick to me very well. 

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Engaged

ZODIAC SIGN: Aires

PRONOUNS: They/them or he/him (in that order of preference)

FAVORITE TV SHOW: It really depends cus it’s kind of genre-dependent and what I’m feeling. I mean I’m big into wrestling, but also I want it to be better. Safest answer is Avatar: the Last Airbender because it’s a near-perfect show.

COLLEGE: I go back tomorrow and I’m 2 whole assignments behind but we’re starting new ones. Time to scream. 

HAIR COLOR: Dark brown. Kind of miss the hot pink/turquoise streaks but I have a least 3 occasions in the next 2 months where I’m cosplaying Breezango. 

LONG OR SHORT: Short

DO YOU HAVE A CRUSH ON SOMEBODY: I mean I have a fiance. 

FIRSTS:

FIRST SURGERY: Don’t think that having my tongue snipped counts (I was born tongue-tied) so my first surgery was June 15, 2007 on both my legs to lengthen the calf muscles and Achilles tendons

FIRST PIERCING: Ears for my 8th birthday. My dad said I couldn’t get them done until I was 16 but I was a stubborn child. 

FIRST BEST FRIEND: Kerry, Dexter, Kaylie or Jessica. They all lived in my neighbourhood and I don’t know what order I met them in. 

FIRST SPORT YOU JOINED: Probably like tee ball or figure skating

FIRST VACATION: I mean the first trip I went on was probably to Ontario because that’s where I got baptised but as far as being able to form memories, it was statistically Vancouver because my family went there every summer

FIRST PAIR OF SNEAKERS: I was very very young and wouldn’t remember

I ASSUME THESE ARE A DIFFERENT CATEGORY

EATING: I ate pizza since earlier in doing this

DRINKING: Water

I’M ABOUT TO: Probably take a picture for the insty-gram

LISTENING TO: FUCK MY HEADPHONES ARE ON AND NOTHING IS PLAYING

WANT KIDS: Nooooooooope

GET MARRIED: Hell yeah. Gonna marry my cutie fiance. Excited. Probably won’t be for a couple years tho. 

CAREER: Dunno. Something that doesn’t suck? I’d love to get back to selling adult toys. I’m enjoying helping with wrestling and selling stickers. 

WHICH IS BETTER:

LIPS OR EYES: Eyes

HUGS OR KISSES: All about that hug life but why not both

SHORTER OR TALLER: No strong preference but my fiance is a tall boy

OLDER OR YOUNGER: I’ve never liked anyone older than me but all the ppl I’ve liked have been less than 4 months younger than me. 

ROMANTIC OR SPONTEANOUS: Romantic

SENSITIVE OR LOUD: Colgate Sensitive Pro-Relief

HOOK UP OR RELATIONSHIP: Relationship obv

TROUBLEMAKER OR HESITANT: Hesitant

HAVE YOU EVER:

KISSED A STRANGER: Nope

DRANK HARD LIQUOR: Yep

LOST GLASSES/CONTACTS: Not for any amount of time

SEX ON THE FIRST DATE: I’m ace as fuck and haven’t done the do

BROKEN SOMEONE’S HEART: Not to my knowledge

BEEN ARRESTED: Nop

TURNED SOMEONE DOWN: Not really?

FALLEN FOR A FRIEND: Hardcore. 

DO YOU BELIEVE:

IN YOURSELF: I mean I’m very confident in many ways?

LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT: Not really. Instant infatuation sure. 

HEAVEN: Not really

SANTA CLAUS: No but I like all the stories. 

I’m tagging @littlekiwi37-archive, @heelgrendel @proceduralbob @breezesdango @silly-luke-skywalker @thshield

[daddyconfessions]

daddy’s journal: 4/1/16

daddy’s journal: 3/23/16

Monday Mar 28th Around 11:30pm Bubbles text me. “Can you get out?”  I tell her I can’t, obviously. No way the wife’s letting me out the house without beaucoup questions. She tells me she’s with Piper. “We just fucked,” she told me. “Now we’re going to the strip club.” We go back and forth a few messages before she sends me a video. Its her and Piper. At first they’re smiling for the camera before they turn towards each other and start making out. Lots of tongue.

Shit. Now I’m rummaging my mental file cabinet of “player shit” looking for an excuse to leave the house. “Come go out with us,” she sends in another text. “We can go out have some fun and then fuck.” Now I’m flipping through that file cabinet like a mofo, running through some of the best player excuses I used before or even tried. Then she sends another video. This time their playing with each other’s hair before tonguing each other down again. “You sure you can’t come out?” she text as a follow up. Then it a file in my file cabinet. A light bulb goes off in my home office. I found some shit. “Why don’t you guys just stay home?”  I text back. Couldn’t believe I hadn’t thought of it before. “I’ll just come over.”

“Do you see how good we look,” Bubbles saying. These chicks were looking good. “Fuck if we’re staying in…Call me. We’re leaving.”

I went out to my garage, called her and spent the next 30 minutes talking to her while she was in the back of the car of some uber driver. Mostly the conversation was them trying to make up their mind which strip club to go to and when they did they didn’t know how long they would be there before they went to another.  The videos had me hard as a fucking rock. I went to pornhub to help dispense with my frustration and then laid down for the night, partially content.

Thursday Mar 31st Bubbles showed up 30 minutes late. It was cool. Sugarbabies always late. It can be annoying if you’re anal about that sort of thing or inexperienced. I’ve learned over the years to expect it especially if she’s under 25. Also I brought my laptop so I could keep working.

I was finishing up an email when she walked up to the table. I stood up and hugged her pretty ass. “I’m sorry for being late,” she said. We talked a bit while I finished up the email then I put my laptop away. “So quite an exciting start to the week,” I said. “You and Piper were turnt up Monday.”

“Oh my god,” she laughed. “We had so much fun after we talked to you until Piper got us kicked out the club again.” She spent a few minutes telling me what Piper did this time to get kicked out. “I haven’t heard from her since that night,” she said and finished her story. “I’m sure she’s somewhere with some guy getting used up. She’s like a dumb bitch.” She put her forefinger and middle finger together and said, “Like when we were fucking I was fingering her I could barely feel her walls. Like her pussys all stretched out.”

Am I really having this conversation? Only in the sugarbowl I tell you.

“I’m not even turned on by Piper anymore. So I just stopped and let her eat me out. You don’t want her babe,” she told me. “We can go out the club and find some new bitches to have fun with.”

“Let’s go tonight,” I suggested.  “We can go as soon as we get done eating.” She smiled and grabbed my hand, “Are you sure babe? You don’t have to get home?” I laughed. “Yes I do. But I can come up with an excuse.“ She lifted her glass. I lifted mine and we put them together. “Fuck it,” she said. “Lets do it.”

Dinner came and we just talked about miscellaneous stuff as we ate. She told me she had gone to the club the weekend before and pulled a girl. “We pulled a snowflake,” she said.  When I asked what a snowflake was she said, “White chick. Me and my roommate Mina pulled that bitch. Look I got pics.” She whipped out  her phone and said, “See?”

Damn. Bubbles had been cancelling dates left and right. I had been sure I was going to be letting her go. But that had been premature thinking :) No way I was letting my little scandalous, bisexual, Princess go. And, she was still avoiding having a real arrangement. She still wanted to continue to do per meet. I guess I’m just going to have to put up with her shit for now. I’m most definitely destined for a menage a trois with her and some other fine ass chick. Too good to pass up. I asked what a snowflake meant. “White chick,” she said.

“She let you take pics?” I asked. “Nah,” she said. “Me and Mina talked about it when we got her home. While we put on our outfits we scoped out how we would do it. Once she got on top, Mina just came in and snapped.”

A couple of guys a few tables over  kept staring at Bubbles. Baby girl was looking good in her jeans and T-shirt. Sexy af. When we finished eating, we decided to leave her car at the restaurant and take mine. She went to her trunk and pulled out a pair of heels. She pulledoff her sandals and put on the heels. I was like, “Really? We’re just going to a strip club.” She was like, “ That’s why I’m putting these on.”  

We got to the strip club and found a table in the middle of the room. The waitress came and we got a few drinks. We were still tipsy from the restaurant before so no point in stopping the fun. We were there 30 minutes before I told Bubbles I was surprised no one came up to talk to us. “They won’t” she said. “These bitches are intimidated by me.” We decided to have our own fun though. We started kissing again. I got change and got a stack of ones. Every girl I liked, Bubbles got up and went and tipped them. A couple of girls even gave her a kiss.  I’m loving this shit. Can’t think of when I’ve had this much fun.

Some of the guys at the other tables started taking note of Bubbles. The other strippers were checking her out too. I mean I like arm candy but after the third time of some guy blatantly staring at her, I felt a little awkward. Some of the blokes looked like they were about to come over and talk to her right in front of me.

Bubbles got up and went  go to the bathroom. About a few minutes later one of the strippers came and sat in my lap. “Hi Daddy,” she said. “I’m Candy.” I ran my hand all over Candy’s tight little, fat free 20 year old body. I got hard instantly. The Lamar Odom’s I’d taken early had kicked in and Bart was hard as a rock. She put her arm around me and we started chatting me up. Bubbles returned, all smiles. Like a complete fool, I introduced them to each other. I’ll explain why later.

“Your girl is really pretty,” Candy told me. “Why don’t you go sit in her lap,” I suggested to her.  She winced and looked away like she was blushing. “Oh no,” she chuckled, hiding her face. “I can’t do that. She’s too pretty.”

Bubbles took a sip of her drink and said, “Why don’t you take her for a table dance?” I smiled and then Candy and I left.  

After two songs I headed back to Bubbles. Candy said she’d be over later after she did something. Bubbles had a new Corona when I got to her. I flopped down, dick hard, ready to see if Bubbles was down for some 3 way love tonight.

“Fuck this place,” she said as soon as I sat down. I was like WTF? “What’s going on.” I could see she was visibly upset. “That bitch set us up,” she said. She took a sip of the Corona.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” I asked. She started laughing, “Oh my God. I can’t believe this shit. That bitch followed me to the bathroom. But I didn’t’ pay it any mind. We got into the stalls and the bitch goes into the one next to me. Then she’s like, ‘Hey I don’t want you to think I’m stalking you but I just noticed you.’ So I’m like I’m trying to take a piss bitch. I’ll talk to you when we get out. Like WTF? So when I come out she’s waiting on me. Talking about ‘You’re really pretty. Is that your dude?’ I told her yea we’re dating. But he’s looking for some fun so go over and give him a table dance.”

I took a drink and said, “So you two already met? Fuck. I’m looking like a fool introducing you and shit.”

“Oh it gets better,” Bubbles said. “So you guys leave to go get your dance and then some old motherfucker comes over and sits down. He’s starts telling me how pretty I was and asking if I danced and shit. I’m like no. Get the fuck out of here. So the waitress comes and he tells her to get me another Corona. Then he’s all trying to tell me how he can take care of me. Buy me whatever I want. He’s rich…and all this shit. And not to worry about the other chick. She’s just a friend.  So I tell him I’m good and thanks for the offer but you take care of me enough already. So he’s like he can do more for me than you. But then he sees you coming back and then he leaves.”

I was dumbfounded at this point. I didn’t know what to say.  What to do even. “Babe let’s just go fuck,” she said, taking a long pull on her drink. Well that answered my question. I finish my drink and she takes a couple more swigs of the Corona and we head out. Now, I’m really enjoying this shit. I never knew the strip club could be so much fun. In the car, she’s rubbing on my dick. Still talking about the bullshit that just happened. “That bitch was stank and fucking ratchet,” she told me. I quoted the wise philosopher Kendric Lamar and told her, “Don’t kill my vibe.”  

“We need to go to a few other places I usually go to,” she said. “Catch some real bitches.”

I couldn’t think straight my dick was so hard. Between the table dance, the excitement, her rubbing my dick as I drove and the Lamar Odom’s I was about to explode. 

Inside the room we’re both still lowkey tripping on the stunt Candy and her “Daddy” pulled at the club. I climbed on top of Bubbles and started kissing her. She pushed me off her and said, “You know what I want…” I slid down to the kitty. “Mmmm,” she said. “I almost took you to the champagne room myself at the club. Looking at all those girls got me hot. I was ready for some head.”

I did as I was told, starting out slowly flicking my tongue like a snake against the clit. “Wait. Over just a little baby,” she said. I followed her instructions, moving my tongue. “Yes. Right there.” She arched her back and twisted her upper body as I begin to continuously thrash the clit.  “Fuck!” She started moaning and playing with her nipples. “Yes. Right there. Fuck!”  You know how it is when he’s licking it and he’s on the right spot. He moves just a little and it doesn’t feel the same anymore. Attempts to find that spot he was on have been lost forever. I’ve done it enough times to know not to venture into the unknown. Stay put. Stay put. And it paid off too. She came hard af. I don’t think she ever came like that. Her back arched and she bounced up and down like she was getting shock therapy or something. Then she went limp. I thought she had passed out. When I rose up and climbed back on top of her eyes were glazed. “What the fuck was that?” she asked.

I let her rest, then I went back down for round 2. As I licked she didn’t really respond. I looked up and saw her staring into space. Her eyes blinking. Like she was daydreaming. “Hey,” I yelled. “You ok?”

“Fuck babe,” she looked down at me. “What do you want from me. That’s the best anyone has ever ate my pussy. Like I don’t think I can cum again tonight.”

We tried some missionary and then her riding me but it just wasn’t there for  her. She had cum once and she had cum hard. Time for some knowledge to the finish me off. She made it good for Daddy. She played with the tip a bit, then did this combo move where she sucked the dick and licked my shaft at the same time. Didn’t take more than 5 minutes before I came, sparying the back of her throat with creamy protein. I think I convulsed a bit and jerked. That was a good one. She climbed on top of me and lay on my chest. We didn’t talk much. Both our bodies and minds were lost in the nut we’d both just given each other. The drama of the evening was gone, replaced by two good orgasms.

We got dressed and headed back to the restaurant to get her car. About half way there some old man pulled up to us at the light. I didn’t notice him but Bubbles did. “Who’s this guy?” she asked. I looked over and some dude was in a Porsche. Looked like a 91 from what I could tell.  He threw his head up like “What’s up?” “Motherfucker,” Bubbles said. “Like he’s being disrespectful. Can’t he see I’m with my dude?”

“He wants to race babe,” I told her. “This time its not about you.” She turned around and looked at me. “Let’s do it,” she said. I smiled back. My kind of girl.

I switched off the traction control and turned of the radio. The light turned green and we took off. We were neck and neck for  a good 30 seconds before he started to pull away. I shifted gears and ended that nonsense. I shifted again, the motor growled and I jumped 2 car lengths in a split second, passing Germany’s finest. “Buy fucker,” Bubbles said as we passed, waving her fingers at him. I kept my lead until I got caught at the next light.

Good ol’ Billy Ray. Some work under the hood and a several stacks made sure the foreign whip stayed in his place….in my rear view mirror. He pulled up beside me finally at the light, saying something. He started reving his motor again. “Whats he saying?” Bubbles asked. She was looking for the window switch to the let the motor down. “Who gives a fuck?” I said.

The light turned green and we took off again. We started out the same as before but then some cars pulled out into the street and I had to slow down. He was able to keep going, and I had to actually switch to his lane, behind him.  After we passed the car I was able to get back into my lane but ol boy had a pretty big lead on me now. Up ahead the light turned yellow. He kept going through it but I got caught at the red. I looked over at bubbles and she was panting. “Are you ok?” She nodded her head and smiled. “Yes. I think my pussy’s wet though.”

[karolinqdean]

i was tagged by @littlegreys​ thanks em <3

i’ll tag: @wlwrobbins, @kattedison, @jakepralta, @sergeant-santiago, @notwithout, @idanversalex, @agentatwell, @amysatiagos, @queeralex, @jossscarter !!!!!!!!!!!

the last:

1. drink: water 2. phone call: a friend 3. text message: me telling my friend how fucking hot rosa diaz is 4. song you listened to: gomez’s bad liar i m ashamed 5. time you cried: 2 days ago watching A Dog’s Purpose HAHAHA

have you ever:

6. dated someone twice: nope 7. kissed someone and regretted it: all my kisses I regret 8. been cheated on: nope 9. lost someone special: eh, I guess 10. been depressed: clinically no 11. gotten drunk and thrown up: I have a really weak gag reflex I rarely throw up

3 favorite colors:

12. pink 13. lime green 14. purple

in the last year have you: 15. made new friends: yes 16. fallen out of love: what is love!? 17. laughed until you cried: don’t remember but probably! 18. found out someone was talking about you: nope 19. met someone who changed you: hm no 20. found out who your friends are: not really 21. kissed someone on your Facebook list: yeah

general:

22. how many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: most of them 23. do you have any pets: no although I really want a corgi or a goldie :( 24. do you want to change your name: nope 25. what did you do for your last birthday: I went out with one friend and then came home to eat cake with my fam. I literally have no friends its sad akdsjfhhdkj 26. what time did you wake up: 2:30pm wtf 27. what were you doing at midnight last night: having a heart-to-heart with my mum and telling her how shitty I feel about having to fly in 2 months across the globe, for 8 months  28. name something you can’t wait for: getting married and having kids!! 31. what are you listening to right now: im watching a tv show 32. have you ever talked to a person named tom: no 33. something that is getting on your nerves: having to go to uni the entire thing is stressing me the fuck out 34. most visited website: tumblr 35. hair colour: brown with blonde highlights 36. long or short hair: long 39. piercings: my ears 40. blood type: A+ 41. nicknames: manda (literally no nicknames can come from my name haha) 42. relationship status: painfully single 43. zodiac: leo/the ox 44. pronouns: she/her 45. favourite tv show: brooklyn nine-nine 46. tattoos: none, but I intend to get a “Be here now” one soon!! 47. right or left handed: right 48. surgery: I’ve never had one! 49. piercing: this IS A DOUBLE QUESTION WHY (see 39) 50. sport: I used to play floorball, but I’m thinking of learning soccer this fall 51. vacation: how tf is this a question I am so confused..... my favourite vacation? new zealand, taiwan, hong kong are all top of my list 52. pair of trainers: my converse jack purcells aahhh

more general:

53. eating: cherries 54. drinking: nothing 55. i’m about to: chill and do nothing 56. waiting for: nothing 57. want: to fking get through college 58. get married: i want to eventually, yes 59. career: sigh I dream of being a doctor, but whether that’ll eventually work out or not...

which is better:

60. hugs or kisses: kisses 61. lips or eyes: eyes 62. shorter or taller: taller, but not tooo tall 63. older or younger: older!! 64. nice arms or nice stomach: stomach 65. hook up or relationship: relationship 66. troublemaker or hesitant: hesitant

have you ever:

67. kissed a stranger: nope 68. drank hard liquor: yes 69. lost glasses/contact lenses: nope 70. turned someone down: yea 71. sex on the first date: no omg I have too many issues with my body to even 72. broken someone’s heart: yeah zz 73. had your heart broken: never been in LOVE LOVE to have had it broken 74. been arrested: no 75. cried when someone died: yea 76. fallen for a friend: yes

do you believe in:

77. yourself: no fml 78. miracles: yes 79. love at first sight: attraction yes, love no 80. santa claus: no wtf HASdhsbdhhAHA 81. kiss on the first date: hm yes 82. angels: yes

other:

83. current best friend’s name: @brownpackages 84. eye colour: brown 85. favourite movie: at the moment, A Dog’s Purpose because it was the last movie I watched and I’m not over it