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asagi-s-garden · 4 years

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It’s time for Dumb Headcanons-

For whatever reason, Kara is the one to carry her and Lena’s first born child, she can’t just vanish for almost a year without saying anything though, I mean what kind of hero would do that?

So she makes a public announcement right after officially finding out that she’s pregnant that she’s “going away for a few months on a personal journey”

Now the thing is, Lena knows her wife, she knows her very well, and she knows that her watching from the sidelines as Alex and the others keep the city safe is going to be incredibly painfull for her, so she decides to take Kara on a vacation for the first few months of pregnancy

Once they get around the second trimester they’re going to have to go into seclusion in a special fortress that Clark and Kate built for her that’s like half Fortress Of Solitude and half Batcave that’s structured to both keep enemies out, and keep Kara in, because they know their girl as well as Lena does (Alex tunes in from skype from time to time to tell them what they’ve done wrong specifically because she knows how crafty Kara is and is just “mmm nope you see that little crack in that wall right there? Yeah she could get through that, I don’t know how, but she could”) Ofcourse freinds and family are welcome to visit because it’d just be cruel otherwise but anyway

Lena knows Kara, she knows that staying cooped up in one place for 5-6 months is going to be hell enough as it is, the full extent of her pregnancy would be a NIGHTMARE, but she also is a little afraid to stay in National City during the first 3-4 months because that would equally be disasterous on Kara’s mental health, seeing shit go down and not being able to help, so she decides to take them on vacation instead, to some of the most peacefull places on Earth, like the New Zealand countryside and a small town in Switzerland and a tiny island that she may possibly own, it seems like a solid plan to begin with, until....

Proof That Lena Luthor Is Supergirl

That’s the headline that starts popping up about four days after they leave and it’s just everywhere, conspiracy theories that Lena is Supergirl because she “vanished“ at the same time that Supergirl left

Kara thinks it’s hilarious, it’s the best laugh she’s had in a week and that’s saying something considering how much time she’s spent watching cute cat videos on the private jet

They have to cut their vacation short so Lena can go back to National City every few weeks, show her face for a few days, and then leave again

Everyone starts making it into an inside joke that they have to be very carefull not to share outside of The Circle of those in the know because otherwise something might slip, Brainy in particular thinks it’s bizarre that Kara just keeps getting more pregnant everytime she comes back and yet somehow no one has tried to pin Lena’s wife, who’s pregnant, as the superhero who has to mysteriously vanish for nine months (because against her better instincts Kara does mention at the press conference that she’ll be returning in June, wich is about nine months from when she announces her departure, somehow no one has picked up on it, until they start with the Lena theory and go “AND HER WIFE IS PREGNANT AND DUE IN JUNE, COINCIDENCE? I THINK NOT-” evidently they’ve decided that Lena is leaving because Kara is pregnant, wich isn’t wrong, but still somehow off)

By the time baby Kira Zor El Luthor is born (they made the conscious decision to break from the “L” tradition in Lena’s family only to end up with the “K” tradition in Kara’s completely by accident; their second born will be named Luka and Alex is going to headdesk so hard she bruises) half of National City has started to believe that Lena is Supergirl, somehow, and she and Kara- as Supergirl- have to actually appear together in public and shake hands with people to prove neither one is a hologram before anyone lets the theory die

Other less cohesive headcanons about this insanity-

-Kara insists that she take care of Kira when she wakes up in the middle of the night because to be 100% honest sleep is a luxury, not a necessity, for her- that’s not even being careless with herself, that’s just.... a legitimate fact... she doesn’t really HAVE to sleep very much as long as she’s under the yellow sun so why on earth should she deprive Lena of it???

Lena: Really, it’s ok, I’ve had a lifetime of being denied sleep so at this point I can actually function with out it :)

Kara: That.... that in absolutely no way makes me feel better...... also I have super hearing so I’ll hear her first anyway, there’s no need to wait for you to wake up..

Lena: Oh no that’s fine, I’m hypervigilant and paranoid so I’ll wake up as soon as she starts crying, no superpowers required! :)

Kara: That just makes me feel even worse?????? B-Besides I have a Kryptonian lullaby I can sing to her that works like a charm

Lena: Oh that’s so lovely, I have an old Irish lullaby my mother taught me right before she died that I can’t wait to sing to Kira as the literal only good thing that comes from my family legacy :)

Kara, near tears: ...Have I done something to you today????? ;_;

Lena: ...no?? why???

-The amount of food they go through during Kara’s pregnancy probably could have sustained a small country for atleast a month, it doesn’t seem to matter how much Lena thinks she’s stocking up ahead of time, it’s never enough and she inevitably always has to buy more the very next day, it takes the combined efforts of Barry and Kate to help keep things stocked so Lena isn’t having to constantly be leaving the Bat Fortress (it was the name Kate and Clark finally decided on and no one has the right to veto it no matter how much certain people want to) to restock, they start this Superhero Delivery Service as a Bros Being Bros type of thing, just freinds being freinds and loving their pregnant super freind so very much but after a week it turns into a ruthless competition of what, ultimately, is the better resource- speed or money, Barry has the Speed Force but Kate has every method of transportation imaginable and also drones and by the time Kira is born a rivalry has slowly simmered between them, the likes of wich goes right back to the type of “Who’s faster?” rivalry Barry has with the Supers, that probably won’t end even after they both die, Kara has mixed feelings about being the inadvertent catalyst for this but Nia thinks it’s the best thing that’s ever happened and she and Mary are placing bets

-Lena knows that Kryptonians don’t exactly have the same health issues to worry about that humans do but Kira is going to be atleast part human isn’t she? So Kara has to be willing to step up her health game wile she’s pregnant right??? Nice theory, no dice, Alex tried to warn her but Lena Luthor doesn’t lose and when she wants something she gets it................ unless that something is getting Kara to have a healthier diet, then there’s no force on any planet in any universe that can help

Lena: An apple

Kara: A dozen doughnuts

Lena: One apple

Kara: ...Sixteen doughnuts

Lena: *gently places an apple on the table*

Kara: ....*stares intensely at the box of doughnuts, unblinking*

Lena: ....What are you doing?

Kara: I wonder if I try hard enough if I can develop telekinesis

Lena: No-

-True panic is Lena taking care of Kira at the office wile Kara is off doing the superheroing for the first time in months (nanny? nope, not in this house, the child never leaves our sight, we die like moms) and Kira starts giggling and levitates out of her bassinet wile Lena is on a conference call so her investors are met with a frantic Lena keeping her voice astoundingly level and clear wile running around the office chasing her floating baby, they mostly just get glimpses of her jacket from time to time and, if they ask, are only met with “I have a child now” and absolutely no other explanation

-For the first time since being on Earth Kara is faced with the cosmic joke that is Earth’s gravity during her late months of pregnancy because everything is wobbly and waddly and holy RAO HOW IS IT SO HARD JUST TO GET OFF OF THE FLOOR!?!?! SHE COULD FLY TWO MONTHS AGO AND NOW IT’S A MAJOR STRUGGLE TO PULL HERSELF OFF OF THE COUCH WHAT THE FUCK!?

-Kate has managed to live through four years of having actual freinds who have started to reproduce and never once has she reacted with more than marginally more interested than what she had during Crisis when Kara tried to hand Jon to her, but in those four years all of those freinds have been straight, to be fair, and there’s something a little different about seeing other lesbians with babies that’s mildly more tolerable, first it was Alex and Kelley, then it was Kara and Lena, Sophie and Mary keep cooing over the babies and Kate doesn’t really get that........ until she’s visiting Kara and an alien attacks and Kara is just “hold my baby-” and flies out the window and Kate is Stuck with a sleeping four-month-old and no ability to get to a phone without waking Kira up so she’s just kind of frozen like that for the foreseeable future and when Kara comes back Kate is laying on the couch, Kira sleeping on her chest, looking incredibly relaxed

Kate: Oh you’re back, we’ve had a lovely time

Kara: Awwwwwwwww, see? You are good with babies <3

Kate: Mmmm still going to have to disagree on that but your’s is... not... bad...

Kara: Sooooooo you’ll babysit sometime? :3

Kate: Nope, this last half hour was enough thanks

Kara: Wait until Sophie hears you lasted an entire half hour ;)

Kate: Just hold off telling her for about fifteen years or so, I don’t think we’re ready to live in a world where I can tolerate this for an entire thirty minutes yet

Kara: lol ok

Years later when she eventually ends up taking after her cousin and having a couple of orphans with her name on them she insists to Sophie that it’s Kara’s fault because “that time she made me hold her kid for half an hour did something to me I just know it”, Kara pops in one day after hearing this and just goes “You’re welcome~” before flying off again

And finally-

Kara: Lena honey I think Kira is a little too young to be getting her first suit tailored...

Lena: But she’s already a year old...???

#supercorp #supergirl #kara danvers #kara zor el #lena luthor #kate kane #barry allen #clark kent #ficlet #headcanon #not!fic

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satanfm · 4 years

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hello! this is my smol messy child with a heart of gold lux ! i’m very excited to rp with all of you beauts, so pls give me all of your affection & plots 🥺 lux is twenty-three, a singer and professional nuisance to record companies, managers, collaborators, exes, and basically anyone who’s ever met her. positive traits are often overshadowed and forgotten due to the intensity of her negative traits.

chicago’s very own lux santana has been spotted on madison avenue driving a range rover , welcome ! your resemblance to sofia jamora is unreal . according to tmz , you just had your twenty third birthday bash . your chance of surviving new york is uncertain because you’re aggressive , but being confident might help you . i think being a leo explains that . 3 things that would paint a better picture of you would be being soft and stone cold at the same, broken guitar strings, & singing songs under her breath. (lux doesn’t want children, so when she got pregnant she had an abortion and lied about it to the father by faking a miscarriage) & ( cis female & she/her) + ( hailey , 19 , she/her, cst)

— “ basics ! ’ 〉

full name. lux santana.

nicknames. friends can her lux, and enemies call her satan.

age. twenty-three.

date of birth. july 26.

occupation. singer/songwriter.

sexual orientation. pansexual.

birthplace. chicago.

zodiac. leo.

spoken languages. fluent in english, spanish & some french.

— “ backstory ! ’ 〉

satan ... i mean lux santana was actually born delilah humpries and raised in chicago. her father is one of those important political bigwigs and...all she knows about her mother is that she’s never known her mother.

her dad was the typical rich successful man who showered his child in all of the presents and money that she could ever ask for in order to make up for the fact that he was always too busy working to ever spend any actual time with her and instead left lux to be raised by a revolving door of nannies

from a young age it was obvious that lux had a talent for music & ofc her dad was willing to pay for her lessons so long as it kept her occupied so she started with singing and piano but moved on to learn a few other instruments including the guitar and even began dipping her toes into songwriting. by the age of 14 she had written and recorded a whole demo album in her bedroom and once it was done, she started sneaking out at night so that she could go hang around the local big name recording studios in the hopes that she would catch a producer leaving for the day and hopefully convince them to listen to her demo

she never did

sis really tried though. now ofc her dad could’ve paid a record company to just hand her a contract and she knew that, but dammit. lux wanted music to be her lifelong career and she wanted to earn it herself. she knew that she was genuinely talented even though her demo album was probs lowkey garbage lmao and she knew that she could be successful, and she didn’t want anyone to be able to say that she didn’t truly work for her career

she was so determined that she spent y e a r s relentlessly hounding record companies but no one would give her the time of day, so she developed a different strategy after seeing some flyers around the city and at the age of 16 she joined a local bar band who happened to seeking a lead singer...and got kicked out like two weeks later for being absolutely fucking insufferable

join local band in need of a lead singer. attempt to overhaul said band and push all of the other members into the background. face resistance from said other members. get angry, lash out, get kicked out of the band, repeat. it was a vicious cycle that went on for a couple years.

it was while she was in the midst of this vicious cycle that she met her (now ex) boyfriend and they were...whew. A WHOLE MESS. he was the frontman of a different band that was gaining more and more popularity by the day. he was older and he seemed so cool, and so ofc lux fell for him hard. they got together and appeared to be madly in love, but all was not perfect at all.

they were veeeery on and off, the type of couple to get in a screaming match and “break up” over nothing only to get back together like ten minutes later. this guy also wound up getting lux hooked on drugs, getting her arrested, getting her name plastered all over the tabloids for everything except her music, which was something that she still hadn’t quite found her footing in yet

until finally at the age of 19 she landed a record deal and, at the age of 21 after a lot of delays that had to do with her perfectionist nature and tumultuous relationship her first album was released and turned out to be a major success with all of the singles charting, lots of streams and airplay and a sold out debut tour that would unfortunately get cut short

so basically what happened was her bf showed up after one of her concerts and ofc they got high together, but then lux started to overdose. she passed out, but her bf thought she was dead and ofc he freaked out so, uh...he ran. literally bolted out of her tour bus and lux has not seen him since

fortunately she was found by someone else in time and rushed to the hospital. of course the rest of her tour was cancelled so that she could recover and she subsequently did the obligatory few months in rehab only to get out and immediately go back to using. that was over a year ago now and since then she’s been working on her second album aaaand it’s almost finished! people are starting to wonder what’s taking her so long and the answer is honestly just the fact that she’s nearly impossible to work with tbh

— “ fun facts / headcanons ! ’ 〉

lux is lux, not delilah. she uses the stage name in order to a) be pretentious and b) distance herself from her family name as a way to shut down the argument that it’s the only reason why she’s famous/successful. as for where the name came from? but yeah. lux, not delilah, or she’ll get all huffy.

pan af, has dated & hooked up with people both before and after her disaster bf and sometimes while they were “broken up” for all of ten minutes. tbh she kinda...gets with people solely to use them as songwriting material and then just dumps them when she’s gotten some material out of them? yikes! so she can be a bit of a heartbreaker.

since music is really the only thing in her life that she takes seriously, it’s what most of her energy tends to go into and it’s why she can be so impossible to work with. she’s always full steam ahead and she always thinks that she’s right, which doesn’t really pair well with the fact that she’s also very stubborn. recording studio employees have literally quit on her in the middle of a song more than once before bc they just couldn’t deal with her anymore. she’s that bad.

she’s quite intelligent and empathetic and genuinely talented but unfortunately her stubbornness and perfectionism and short temper often overshadow her best qualities and become all that people are able to see when they look at her. lux, surprisingly, doesn’t seem to realize that dialing back the attitude might help her in her quest to be just be taken seriously for fuck’s sake

she is the embodiment of ' 5′1 but attitude 6′2′.

can be v reckless, willing to try anything once.

she's v free spirited but can be flighty, never wanting to settle, always on to the next thing, whatever it may be.

big on living in the moment, future who?

— “ wanted plots ! ’ 〉

some potential wc i’m terrible at thinking of these so please don’t feel limited by this list!

best friends

step siblings

cousins

perhaps someone from her mom’s side of the fam

attempted good influence

exes ( she probs has a bunch who hate her )

former / current hookups ( again, she probably has a bunch )

ex friends / bridges she’s burned ( probs has more of these than anything else lmao )

straight up enemies

other singers or musicians who have tried to work with her

people she’s written songs about!

#wealthyhq:intro #phew this took so long #anyways hello!#she may be a bitch but ...#anyways #pregnancy tw #miscarriage tw #drugs tw #overdose tw

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scullysexual · 5 years

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Pictures of You

It took a while but it’s finally completed. I don’t think I’ve enjoyed writing something as much as I did this and it’s a shame that I can only write when it’s like 3am otherwise this would have been out much sooner. Anyway, it’s here now.

So I just want to say that these little moments (4/5) are pretty much inspired by these by @morewinepls. It’s probably my favourite fan art I’ve seen and I just couldn’t get them out of my head. I really liked doing these picture-prompts as they are so you should expect more.

Anyway, I give you this. It’s wrote in chronological order but a lot of time has passed between each moment. I hope you like it :)

(It includes the first moment I posted a few weeks ago)

i) It’s a little after midnight when he finally gets a chance to head down to the basement. Carrying a pizza box from the night before in one hand, and a blanket he’d pilfered from his parents wardrobe in the other. His glasses balance precariously on the edge of his nose, hands currently unavailable to push them up, he tries not to fall down the stairs. And he succeeds.

Mulder had promised to check on her earlier yet complications with the basement door being in the kitchen and a mother who seemed to live in said kitchen prevented him from doing so. All through dinner he felt bad. Unsure of when she had last eaten, he had no doubt that the smell of food had wafted through the gaps in the door. Cold and hungry she could’ve sat down there, waiting for him.

He shivers, goosebumps appearing on his arm and he finds he was right about the cold. (It does nothing to ease his guilt) His eyes scan the room until they fall upon the couch and the figure huddled against the cushions, lost within his jumper that swarms her entire body, the thin material being used as a makeshift blanket.

He smiles, his stomach fluttering as he’s overcome with us how small and adorable she looks burrowed against the couch and cushions (he would never admit this to her out loud, she’d punch his face in before he even finished the word adorable) He let’s himself think it, however, his own private thought for him and only him and without thinking, his hands search the table behind him, knocking over 20-sided dice and miniature figures in an effort to reach his camera.

To outside eyes (and her’s) it may be creepy to take a picture of a someone sleeping; of a girl he barely knows and has no clue what he’s doing. But this is for him. Just like his thoughts, this is also just for him.

He brings the camera up to his eye and before he knows it the camera snap, flash blinking just before her brow creases and her eyes open.

Mulder tosses the camera away, ignoring the photo that prints and slips onto the table. He reaches for the discarded pizza box, holding it out as a secret apology.

“Hi,” she says yawning and stretching. He peels his eyes away from the tiniest speck of skin that shows.

“Hi,” he answers back, still holding out the pizza box.

“What time is it?”

“A little after 12am.”

Her eyes widen at the answer. All tranquillity gone as she frantically begins lacing up her shoes.

“In need to go,” she tells him in a huff. “I I haven’t been back since I left and my mom especially, she’ll be going crazy, have all of DC out looking for me.”

Mulder just stares at her, pizza box still outstretched. It’s not fair for her parents to have driven her out the house only to have her crawling back out of panic.

“Stay,” he says, unsure exactly where it’s came from.

She stops what she’s doing to look at him, a look of ‘you’re an idiot’ wrote on her face and he tries not to look offended by it by swallowing.

“I can’t stay, Mulder. I need to go home.”

“But it’s late,” he argues. “You can call them tomorrow, say you stayed here. Which you did.”

The look turns into an eyebrow rise. “Tell my parents that I stayed at a boy’s house?”

“Better a boy’s house then being kidnapped.” His tone softens when he sees a smile break through. “Stay. Eat. You haven’t eaten.”

Her gaze finally falls to the pizza box, as if only just noticing it. Dana sighs, toeing off her shoes and opens the lid.

“It’s ham. Not one I’d go for personally, I’m more meat feast but it was Langley’s turn to choose and he always chooses ham.” It’s a babble of words he’s not even sure she’s listening to, she just pokes the pizza with her finger.

“How old is it?” she asks, looking up at him.

“A day, technically. But it’s okay, it’s still edible.”

She gives him a ‘sure’ look before her stomach grumbles and she gives in. Picking up a slice, she bites into it.

“Good?” he asks, sheepishly.

“It’ll do,” she answers, mouth full of cold pizza.

“I have a blanket for you, too.” He hands her the fox covered blanket, a present one of his cousins gave him as a birthday present thinking they were funny.

She looks at it and smiles to herself, before looking back up to him.

“Thank you, Mulder.”

“You’re welcome, Dana.”

She gives him one of her rare, genuine smiles and his stomach flutters once more.

ii) “You know it’s rude to take pictures of someone without their consent.”

He brings the camera away from his face, feeling guilty at his lack of restraint as the photo falls onto the grass.

“Sorry,” he mumbles, pushing both the camera and the picture away from himself. Ashamed, he looks down to the grass, watching the ash from her cigarette flit across the earth.

A smirk breaks out across her face as she looks up at him.

“It’s okay,” she says, rubbing away some of the guilt and awkwardness. “Explain it to me again.”

Mulder glances up just in time to see her take a puff of the cigarette and boy, if it isn’t the hottest thing he’s seen in his life.

He swallows, fumbling to push his glasses up as he reaches for the dice once more.

“Okay,” he begins, holding the die up to eye level and finding her surprisingly attentive to what he has to say. “So, this is a D-20. It’s your most used dice; you roll it to hit and for any skill checks and saving throws you need to do.” He drops the die into her hand, feeling more confident how he’s talking about something he knows.

She plays with the die in one hand whilst flicking ash with the other. It’s a weirdly captivating image and Mulder is once again resisting the urge to snap a photo.

“What about those?” she asks, pointing to the rest of the dice in the box.

“They’re mostly damage dice, sometimes healing.”

She drops the D-20 back into the box, leans back and takes another drag.

“And that’s how you spend your free time?” she asks, an eyebrow raised. “Rolling dice?”

He tries not to feel embarrassed as he nods, pushing up his glasses once more.

“Yeah. Every weekend. I have a campaign. You’re free to play if you want…” His request trails as he realises what he’s said. Avoiding the probably amused look on her face and begins frantically gathering his stuff up.

Stupid, he repeats in his head. Stupid, stupid, Stupid Spooky.

Lost in his own thoughts he barely feels her hand on his arm, halting his movements.

His lips purse as he looks up, bracing himself for the quip about how dumb he is. Instead, what he’s met with a smile and four words he’d never expected to hear.

“Sure. I’ll come round.”

Somewhere in the distance the bell rings and Mulder doesn’t stop the smile that escapes. She stands and he follows, haphazardly holding his things in his arms. She flicks the cigarette over the fence and turns back to him.

“Thanks for you sandwich. I’ll bring you one next time.” And with one last smile she walks off, headed to whatever her next class is.

Mulder remains standing there, dumbstruck and excited. He couldn’t wait to tell The Lone Gunmen about their new party member.

iii) It’s the third time he’s done it and he doesn’t understand why.

The camera he’d been given for a Christmas two years ago had never been used as much as it had been in the past month.

Why the sudden urge to take photos when he’s never had it before?

Maybe it’s her. Maybe it’s her wielding some command spell. Take a picture of me. Take a picture of me. He’s failed the saving throw and his weak-minded brain does.

That’s stupid, he chides to himself. It’s all me.

The camera clicks, the familiar quick flash of light across the darkened basement and he waits for the reprimand, waits to be told off for taking pictures again.

It never comes.

Instead she smiles. Something he almost misses because he’s too busy being distracted by the picture he just took.

“I was waiting for you to do that.”

She takes the cigarette out of her mouth before she speaks and he watches, now mesmerised by the by the puffs of smoke she hadn’t breathed out before talking.

“Are you ever going to let me see these pictures?”

Mulder attempts to smile knowingly (it probably looks more like a cheesy grin then the coy smirk he was going for) and tucks the picture away into his shirt pocket.

They’re for me, he thinks and not for the first time does he think it’s true that he’s a creep.

She shuts her eyes again and only when he’s certain she’s not looking does he pull out the picture. The other two he’d hidden away in his Monster Manual, not having been looked at since he’d first picked them up, resisting the urge to stare at them, to always have her in his sight.

This is the first time he allows himself to stare at a moment caught in time, a beautiful moment. It feels less creepy, less weird to look at a picture he’d been allowed to take then to gaze awestruck at the physical version that lies barely a step away.

The replica in his hand, he’s free to touch. No hand slapping his out of the way, no disgusted look that he- Spooky Mulder who’s sister ran off because even his own blood couldn’t stand to be around him- had dared touch her. This copy is still, none the wiser. He lets his thumb trace her cheek, tickle the long edge of her nose, trace her lips.

He loses himself in imaging what they’d feel like, under his fingertips, under his lips…Could he kiss off all the purple lipstick she occasionally wears before some teacher tells her to take it off for the fiftieth time that day, would it repaint itself onto his own mouth, a living proof of what he’d just done.

He gulps, his mouth aching, hands clammy and his glasses foggy. Is it hot down here?

“Scully,” he calls, his gaze still stuck on the picture.

“Hmm…?”

He wants to say it. He wants to ask her. The words just on the tip of his tongue but his tongue’s too fat, bloated with words too heavy to form. Maybe he doesn’t need words, maybe he could just do. But he’s stuck. Paralysed like on the same night the aliens came for his sister. He’s a sweaty mess and she’s waiting for his reply but he can’t see, he can’t hear, speak, or move.

“Goodnight.”

The spell is broken.

He falls. All senses rushing back into him. Overwhelmed and hating himself for not doing it, for not just upping the courage and kissing her, doing nothing like he did that night.

He pushes the picture into his pocket, stumbling over his feet in an effort to get up and out the basement.

“Mulder,” she calls but he’s reached the top of the staircase, thankful once again for his long legs, and he doesn’t turn back.

“I wasn’t planning on staying.”

He hears her but doesn’t respond. He doesn’t care what does she, where she stays, he just needed to get out.

Out and away.

iv) He doesn’t try to pretend that he hasn’t been avoiding her. After the war with himself the other week he decided he needed a break, a breather away from the gorgeously-brilliant-yet-overwhelming being that is Dana Scully. A chance to regain some kind of control over himself.

And also to deal with the guilt.

He just left and hadn’t said a word to her since. She’d walk down one end of the corridor and he’d turn around, his gut twisting and pulling at the old guilt and the new guilt. He just wasn’t ready to face the situation, to talk about what the fuck actually happened down there in the basement.

Because nothing happened.

He wanted it to and she knows it.

Or at least he thinks she does.

But this time he isn’t so careful about where he’s turning. He forgets to take it slow around the corner and walks smack-bang into Scully herself.

“Fuck! Sorry…” He steadies the books in his arms and keeps his eyes anywhere but at her. Maybe if he doesn’t look at her she won’t see him.

But that lack of logic fails him.

“You’ve been avoiding me.”

“No I haven’t.”

“Yes you have.”

There’s a pause for a moment, as Mulder still refuses to look at her. He doesn’t want to see it. Doesn’t want to see the sadness, the confusion, the wondering why the sudden halt in their friendship.

“I’ve been busy,” Mulder says after a while.

“Busy…” Her voice is full of scepticism and it only makes it gut twist harder.

“Yeah…”

It’s a lie, of course. His days have flit between baseball try-outs and D&D- something he’d not been inviting Scully to- but that’s all. The breather he hoped for, the attempt at regaining control, was futile because he was too busy thinking about Scully and staring at that empty seat during the sessions.

“Why did you run out the basement the other week?”

His eyes flick around the corridor, students run past them but they don’t pay them any attention.

“Is this the right time?” Mulder groans, wanting to leave, wanting to leave everything as it was, to go back to how it was because he fucked it up. “People are looking.”

She immediately counters a, “People don’t care.”

He tries to find the words, to come to his sense, but how does he explain that he ran out because he couldn’t kiss her? He ran out because she was the only perfect thing left that hadn’t been destroyed by Fox Mulder. How does he begin to explain all that?

The words falter, unformed, and when he does finally make eye contact with her his stomach plummets. He lips part slightly and her eyes fall downcast, but not before her watches her blue eyes turn greyish and her aura change to blue.

“Forget I said anything.” The cockiness and confidence has disappeared and it only makes Mulder feel more sadness, more guilty. “I guess I’ll see you around.”

She turns to go and his brain screams at him to do something, to stop her from leaving his life forever- somehow, he knows, that this will be the last he sees of her and it can’t be. His heart squeezes, his brain screams, stomach twists. If she walks away then maybe he is destroying her.

“Scully, wait-” he calls. Just as she turns, he grabs her arm, pulling her towards him and without thinking, without any gut tug or weary thought he bends slightly and his lips touch hers. Just a touch, a taste, a promise of more, and an apology.

It’s only a second but it feels much longer and when he finally finds the courage to open his eyes, her own stare back at him, bluer than ever before. Her cheeks tint pink and it’s incredible; never has he seen her display such a pallet of colours before.

She bows her head, letting her hair hide her face and Mulder resists the urge to push it away. He just smiles and whispers That’s why I walked out.

The realisation passes across her face and she smiles back.

He takes no pictures that day but for the one in his memory.

v) He waits outside the Sushi Bar- the best he could do. The reviews were good and the place was cheap but he’ll do better next times, he promises.

He sits, waiting, outside the Sushi Bar absolutely shitting himself.

The nerves had been with him since he’d woke up. Never had he fussed about what clothes to wear as much as he did today. He tried to gel his hair, too, but that just resulted in pouring too much on his hand and it didn’t work anyway. He’d cleaned his glasses more times then he could count and he just hoped to whoever that he hadn’t been stood up.

He tries to override the irrational thoughts with rational ones: This was her idea after all, she’d all but begged him to take her on a date. If she wanted it so much why wouldn’t she show?

That answer seemed to subdue his irrational thoughts. For now.

It had been a whirlwind of a month and at times Mulder wondered if his heart would keep up or would it just explode from it all. A few stolen kisses, a shared carton of apple juice from the cafeteria, that one time she stayed over after a longer D&D session and she’d fallen asleep on him. A warmth ran through him when he thought of that one: her weight against him, her evened out breaths and how sometimes she’ll talk in her sleep, dibbling on him in the progress, the smell of her hair. He’d stayed awake just a revel in it all, unbelieving that this was real.

He smiles to himself now. It was real, the whole month. And Scully was going on a date with him today. She is.

“You could’ve waited inside, you know.”

Lost in his thoughts he hadn’t noticed the shadow cast over him and when he looked up, a toothy-smile rips across his face and relief spreads through him.

“I didn’t think you’d show,” he admits before he can think.

Scully frowns, “Why wouldn’t I? It was my idea.”

His smile doesn’t go away and as his eyes unsubtly check her out it’s only then he takes in what she’s wearing and how she looks.

Gone is the thick grey jacket, the yellow beanies, and shorts. The shirt she wears is colourful and she owns a pair of jeans that aren’t black. As a whole she looks different; hair pulled back with tendrils framing her face and her makeup is much lighter too.

There’s an unsettling feeling that she’d changed her appearance because of them and that doesn’t really sit well with him.

“Why the change?” he asks when his fun-hearted scrutinising his done.

She gives him a knowing look. “Melissa didn’t think I’d get in anywhere dressed as I usually am, so she dragged me back inside and made me change. This was all her idea.”

He smiles at the comedic image of her sister chasing her out of the house whilst Scully fights to break free. He doesn’t bet that it was an easy ordeal.

“So, are we going inside or was your idea just to sit here all day?”

Mulder stands, opens the door and gestures, “After you.”

They find seats easily and order their food soon enough. Whilst they wait, Scully doesn’t miss the moment to take Mulder’s chopsticks. A questioning look from Mulder as he watches her proceed to stick her chopsticks up her nose, and his in her ears.

She laughs at the horrified look she gives him.

And he doesn’t miss the chance to snap the picture.

“Am I ever going to see these pictures you keep taking of me?” she asks as she pulls the chopsticks out and throws them in the trash.

He tucks the photo away, smiling shyly. “Soon,” he promises.

.:.:.:.:

“So where else are you taking me?” she asks as they walk along a long stretch of field that Scully had more eloquently described as “Nowhere” during the drive.

It was a long shot, his second idea of a date, one he was wholly confident about but the way he saw it they were going to be sitting on a field in a big open space, she could smoke and he could watch.

“Please don’t be mad at me,” he says as they reach a wired fence.

She looks at him questioningly before her eyes move to the wires above. When she looks back forward, Mulder already has the broken fence moved over enough to climb through.

“Something tells me we’re not supposed to be here,” she says.

“You’re not supposed to smoke and you still do,” he nods for her to climb through before he follows.

“If we get caught…”

“I’ll tell your parents it was my idea.”

They begin to trek through the high grass. Adrenaline creeps through at the thought of being here. He’d only heard about it at this point, from Langley and Frohike who’d only heard it from a few of their buddies, and for ages he’d wanted to come here.

He laces their hands together, cautious of losing her as they delve deeper into the leaves. The sky is dark now, any moment he’ll see them and he wants the best view.

“Mulder, what is this place?” she asks. He doesn’t pretend to not hear the slight worry in her voice.

“I know it’s a push but just wait it out with me okay, and then decide.”

They make it to a clearing and Mulder scans the area. There seems to be no one around. Content he sits down on the grass, pulling Scully down with him. She sits on her knees, eyeing him cautiously, her own eyes darting around.

“Mulder, will you tell me why we’re here?”

Mulder sighs, enough of the riddles, he hears her say.

“I was told they fly spaceships here, Scully.”

Her mouth falls open and he waits for her to run. To get up and leave. It’s the one thing he’s not revealed to her yet. Sure, she knows that she has a fondness for aliens and space but she has no idea how far deep it runs.

“Spaceships?” she asks.

Just as the word is spoken a light zooms past above them.

A rush of excitement runs through him, his hand clutching Scully’s arm, all nerves and trepidation forgotten.

“Did you see it, Scully?” he all but screams at her. “Look, there’s another one.”

The second one zooms past before a third quickly joins them. Mulder is struck, unbelieving, doubting what he’s seeing but he revels in it anyway, wanting to believe just for this moment.

His thoughts wonder and he pulls his gaze away, a sombre mood filling him up. He looks to Scully, sees her awe-struck by the lights above her, and swallows.

Pushes up his glasses.

“Scully, can I tell you something?”

She doesn’t look away as she answers, “Sure.”

“I think my sister was abducted by aliens.”

It’s all out now.

#the x files #txf #txf fanfic #highschool au #prompted #3am writings #i had so much fun writing this #i think ill just live in this universe from now on #morewinepls

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purplesurveys · 4 years

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What color is your bedspread? Blue and yellow. Pick up the nearest book to you, turn to page 25 and read the first sentence. I’m on the rooftop and there isn’t a book anywhere near me at the moment. How many candles are in the room you are in? No candles, just two faint beams coming from our rooftop lights. What was your first word when you were a baby? My parents didn’t give much thought to stuff like that so they didn’t keep track of my first word, whatever it was. It was most likely either mommy or daddy though. How old were you in 1996? I was...somewhere in the universe, floating around lmao.

How old will you be in 2016? I turned 18 in 2016. How long until your birthday? A little less than three months before I turn 22. How many siblings do you have? Two. Are they older or younger than you? My sister is two years younger, my brother is five years younger. Are your grandparents still alive? I have three out of four. I lost my maternal grandfather in 2015. How many orange objects are there in the room you are in? The lights we have on our rooftop emit a yellow-orange hue. Have you ever run a stoplight? Never. I’ve seen enough car crash videos to know what could possibly happen if I was that impatient/if I drove too fast to brake. Do you have any children? Nope. Maybe by the end of the decade. Saying that and knowing that it isn’t 100% bullshit feels WILD. How was your first kiss? It was mostly her. I was too overwhelmed and shaking too much to remember. That whole time I was just in disbelief that I was already having my first kiss lol. Have you completed high school yet? Yeah, almost four years ago. I’m about to complete university/college this year. Do you have any relatives in the military currently? As far as I know, no. The only person I know who’s in the military is Angela’s uncle, who she’s told me about but we’ve never met each other. I also know Kate’s brother is attending military school instead of attending a ~traditional academic university, so to speak. Who got married at the last wedding you went to? Oh my, the last wedding I was in was in 2007, and it was between my uncle (my mom’s youngest brother) and my now-aunt. The new batch of weddings I’m going to be invited to now is definitely gonna be my friends’ and I’m STOKED. What time did you get up today? I first woke up at 6 AM, but I wanted to sleep in so I officially got up at around 9. When was the last time you stayed up all night? I haven’t had an all-nighter in around three years, but I did stay up until 4 AM partying with my friends a couple of months ago. We got back to Rita’s place by 5 AM, but I guess this still kinda counts as staying up all night. How long have you had a myspace, facebook, or whatever you use? I’ve had a Facebook since 2013 (I only made one since my English teacher in freshman year required us to make an account, but I technically wasn’t allowed by my parents so I had to sign up in secret). I made a Twitter three years before that, because it was a website that my parents didn’t know about yet so it was easier to sneak in and make an account for it. Who was the last person of the opposite sex you hung out with? My cousin, Jereth. We exchanged stories and played the Switch while waiting for 2020 to hit. Person of the same sex? Gabie. She came over last Friday. What color are your eyes? They are dark brown but appear to be black most days. Do you like them? Sure, it’s not like Filipinos have a choice lolol. Have you ever had braces? Yes, I had them for a year and a half in high school. I eventually lost my retainers and never got to buy another set, so everything that the braces did was to no avail since my teeth just went back to how they looked like pre-braces. :( Turn on your mp3, cd player, radio, etc. What song is playing? Khalid’s Talk just started playing on my Spotify. What was the last thing you drank? My second cup of barako coffee is keeping me company up on the rooftop right now.

Are you better at math or art? Math. I never accomplished anything presentable in art classes. Science or History? Oooooh, ya got me. I love both, but nothing replaces my love for history. Who was your 4th grade teacher? Ms. Belen, who is actually Satan in a middle-aged woman’s body. I won’t deny that I’ve wished for her death several times; she had her favorites and made her non-favorites know that she hated them. She was just that awful. Who was your best friend in 7th grade? Gabie! We actually met in the seventh grade and she’s been my best friend ever since then. Where did you go to pre-school, if you went at all? I went to the same school from preschool to high school, which we’ll hide under the name AA. We don’t have schools divided into primary, secondary, high school and whatever else y’all have in America. Who was the last person to call you? It was my mom. We went to the mall so I can spend time in Starbucks while she was looking for fancy china (we were going to have guests the next day), and she called to tell me she was gonna drive to another mall cos she couldn’t find any good plates in the mall we were currently in.

Did you smile in your driver's license picture? Yes. They told me I was allowed to smile, so I gave a hearty grin. Apparently that’s an unusual thing to do cos most people just give a closed-mouth smile or don’t smile at all, and the people at the LTO were very amused when my license was finally printed out hahaha. Do you have a job? Not yet, but that’s my goal by the end of the year. AHHHHHHHH WILD What is your favorite smell? Curry being cooked or cookies being baked. What's your favorite brand of gum? Bazooka is classic bubblegum flavor, so I’ll go with that. Have you ever dated someone & then dated their sibling? Nope. I think I’d find that super awkward, especially in my case because I see Gab’s sisters as my little sisters too lol. Who was your crush in 5th grade? My science teacher lmaoooo. We don’t talk about that era. Who was your first bf/gf? Gab. What color is the shirt you are wearing? Brown and black. What do you think of the 1980's? Pop music, big hair, Madonna, Michael Jackson. Have you ever dated someone more than 2 years older than you? I haven’t. How about 2 years younger? Nope. I’ve only dated one person and they’re the same age as me, so I don’t really know how I feel about age gaps in relationships. What brand of shampoo do you use? Dove. How long is your hair? It’s super long now that I hadn’t had it cut AT ALL in 2019. I want to have it long for my grad pic shoot so I’m probably not having it trimmed until February. If I lean my head a bit back, it already reaches my hips. If you could change one thing about yourself physically, what would it be? I’d have my teeth fixed. Is there a box of tissues in the room you are in right now? Nope, I’m out in the rooftop and there’s no reason to keep tissue in here lol. What time is it? 10:27 PM. Is their anything living (plant, animal, etc) in your room right now? We have plants on each corner of the rooftop. What color are the walls in your kitchen? White. All our walls are white, except for my brother’s bedroom which used to be the balcony until we had it renovated. His walls are creamish. Have you ever had a car accident? Mild ones. I’ve never been in a major crash where a car was totally destroyed or where someone was hurt. Do you have any major plans for today? There’s like half an hour left before the day officially ends, so I think I’m good. What kind of deoderant do you use? A...normal one? If you mean brands, I have a Dove one. What color is your toothbrush? Maroon and white. Do you own a digital camera? Nope. I stopped using those around seven or eight years ago. How old is the cellphone you have right now? It’s almost two years old. What are your initials, using the last letter of each of your names? NELZ. Do you know anyone named Tyler? I know a high school classmate’s stepbrother is named Tyler, but I don’t know anyone personally with that name. How about Reese? Katreen’s younger sister is named Reese. Diana? No. I know several Diannes, though. Shelby? That’s a no for me. Have you ever kissed someone who's name started with "C"? Negative. How about "L"? Also no. "E"? I haven’t. "B"? Andddddd nope. Are both your parents still living? Yep. What was the last thing you cooked? Nothing. How many times have you moved in your life? That I remember? Two. Do you live within 20 miles of your birthplace? Yeah, I think Manila counts as being pretty close to where I am now. Can you do a handstand? I can’t. I tried many times as a kid though (and hurt myself several times in the process). Is it after 11am? Well after, in fact. What day is it? Thursday, but it’s soon going to turn to Friday. What's the longest time you've ever spent on the phone? I was once on a Viber call for around eight hours straight with Gab back in like the early months of our relationship. That was insane. We never did it again after that lolol. How many pairs of brown shoes do you own? Just the one pair of brown heels. Are you on any prescribed medications? Nopes. What was the date 2 weeks ago from today? December 19th. If you aren't already married, do you expect to be married within 5 years? No. I’m giving myself between 7-10 years. How about 2 years? That’s an even bigger no. How many funerals have you been to in your lifetime? I’ve never been to a funeral, just wakes. I don’t think I’d like funerals, so I want to stay as unaware as I am now. Have you ever been far away from home on your birthday? Yeah. I was in Batangas for my 20th. I also went on a cruise around East Asia for my 18th birthday, but I was back in the Philippines by the day of my actual birthday. The cruise took place in the days leading up to it. Have you ever had a pet fish? Yes. My first pets were goldfish. Do you have any tattoos? Nope. Would you ever or do you have a nose piercing? Probably not. I wanted one as a teenager though. If you only had 30 days to live, what would you do? That’s pretty dark, but uhhhhhhhh I guess I’d spend all my money, party as much as I want, drink as much as I want, look for new owner/s for my dog, drive as far as I can, spend most of the time with my girlfriend.

#survey #surveys

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because-cur-non · 5 years

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(whichever of these you haven’t been asked yet) aubrietia, basket of gold, bellflower, black-eyed Susan, bugle herb, catnip, cock’s comb, daisy, glory of the snow, hellebore, lantanas, transvaal daisy :)

omg I was saving this one and then forgot

Aubrieta: Favorite drink?

I like tea a lot haha. I have a whole ton of different kinds and I’m a little bit pretentious about what brands I’ll buy (hint: unless it’s a novelty because I’m traveling or it’s a particular medicinal one, it’s not going to be from a grocery store). It’s really the only thing I “collect.” It’s cold out and I basically spent all day today working at my apartment so I made I think 7 mugs-worth? And I’m definitely going to have a couple more before bed.

My second favorite drink is regular water.

Basket of Gold: Describe your family.

I’m an only child and I don’t have any first cousins and my second cousins are all at least six years older than me. (Or they live in a different country and I’ve only met them once or twice.) tbh I see my girlfriend’s family a lot more than my own haha

Bellflower: Favorite animal?

I still really like deer a lot! I know they’re dumb and whatever but I think they look neat!

Black-Eyed Susan: If you could be any animal for a day, what would it be?

Probably a cat haha… Just sleep in a sunbeam on the floor… Enjoy climbing over all the surfaces…

Bugleherb: How would you spend your last day on Earth?

Probably panicking, if I’m being honest haha! idk like an “ideal day” if we take that foreboding doom out of it would be hanging out with my friends back home for a bit but also doing things with just my girlfriend like idk going to get ice cream and just driving around for a while.

Catnip: Have you ever slept with a nightlight?

This is still stashed away in one of the drawers in my parents’ bathroom!

Cock’s Comb: Favorite font?

I like verdana in a nostalgic sort of way. I don’t like to use it or anything but when I see it I’m like “hey it’s that one” haha. Uh, I usually just use Times New Roman. Maybe more to the spirit of this question, I like my footnotes to be in size 11 instead of 12.

Daisy: What do you feel is your greatest accomplishment?

I beat Pokemon Omega Ruby in Spanish with an all-grass team.

Glory-of-the-Snow: What are ten things that make you happy/you’re grateful to have in your life?

1) I like that it was snowing today ❄️ That was very pretty!

2) I like my friends a lot and appreciate their company and support! This includes online as well as irl people ofc. I really hit it off with the girl I was TAing with too and I’ve been on good terms with people in my department in general and have hung out with some of them, but this was the first time we were both like YES WE NEED TO SCHEDULE SOMETHING LET’S GET COFFEE

3) Also ofc I am grateful for my girlfriend and her support as well! She’s been very supportive in general and we have a lot of fun together and I’m trying to be patient and wait and not ask to share the stuff she’s writing with the internet before she’s ready because it’s so good, you guys :((( Also I get to see her soon! Being in a relationship with her has encouraged me to work harder at being an emotionally functional adult and I’m learning a lot and, like, everything else aside even I appreciate that opportunity.

4) I appreciate that both my cousins with kids have been asking me to interact with the kids again, because I used to a lot and then stopped abruptly a couple of years ago because the thought of dealing with extended family was just way too much and I was scared of how they would react. I say “again” like they were telling me not to before, but it’s really just that I saw how my mom reacted and panicked that that was going to be standard for everyone on that side.

5) Ok on that note though I do appreciate my parents too lol I really only mention them usually if I’m complaining about them, but I love them and they try.

6) I’m currently using a pretty warm and awesome Irish wool throw ;)

7) I made mochiko chicken tonight, which is one of the recipes I do when I’m feeling ambitious enough to commit to prepping something to cook a day in advance, and it came out the best I’ve ever made it. Turns out not being impatient and instead leaving the heat on medium is the smarter choice. Who knew.

8) I appreciate that my girlfriend and I are on the same page re: rules about pets, (non)biodegradable cleaning supplies, plastic. (Can you tell what we bitch about together on the phone lol) Also: when people we know are being rude and need to Stop.

9) I’m grateful that have an excuse to claim I live in Hawaii whenever it’s useful to do so (my driver’s license is for Hawaii and my car is registered there) because that’s made some of the legal trans paperwork a lot easier. I really should have just waited to do the name change in Hawaii too, because then it would have been cheaper and I wouldn’t’ve had to go to court 🙄 (The judge was nice tho.) But whatever, it wouldn’t’ve been possible to do the gender change here and I needed to do that before getting new IDs (which I had to do ASAP for unrelated reasons) or I would’ve had to pay to redo them. It’s very easy to legally change your gender in Hawaii. Much recommended! (Also it was much easier to get on HRT there than it was where I’m going to school. Like… if you can… just find an informed consent place… it’s so much easier……..)

10) Okay this is dated a little, but I’m also still grateful that my girlfriend and I got to see Hamilton with the OBC. I had assumed it wouldn’t be a possibility at all so it was really neat to be able to go!!

Hellebore: How do you show affection?

Gifts lol. If I’ve ever given you anything with even a little bit of thought put into it, it’s me wanting to be friends. I start looking for Christmas/Hanukkah presents way too early, too.

Lantanas: What’s the best compliment you’ve ever received?

My advisor told me I write well and that he wasn’t really concerned about however I choose to organize my final chapter the last time I met with him, which is mostly a good compliment because like many grad students I live terrified that I’m going to be made to redo things, hahaha… So that was a relief to hear!!

Transvaal Daisy: What’s your favorite item of clothing?

Like………. It’s dumb, but I really really really like my black Forever 21 sweater with the metal stud gold heart on the front. I got it on sale for like $9 back when they were doing that season where everything was black and gold and metal and I wear it all the time when it’s cold out. It’s stretched out and nubby but it’s so comfortable and I love it so much and it’s one of the only items of “girl” clothing that I never considered tossing when I was going through my wardrobe a couple years ago. Honestly, it’s just the best sweater, even if I wore it through security at an airport once and got scolded.

Thank you!!!

#now that I am done I am going to make more tea

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hobisolostan · 6 years

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85 question tag thing 🏹

tagged by: @sleepbugs (ilu !!! 😙)

rules: answer these 85 statements about yourself, then tag 20 (lmao funnyyyy) people

tagging: uhmmmmmmmmmmm @libraop @justinsgf @lilchims @namugf @brightjoon @moon9oddess @joonsgoth

last:

1. drink: h2o

2. phone call: my mom

3. text message: my yearbook group chat .. its just spams from my friend cause she’s touring Europe ALONE , lucky bitch

4. song you listened to: always you - astro (stan talent !!!)

5. time you cried: two days ago ish

ever:

6. dated someone twice: no

7. kissed someone and regretted it: what is this kiss?

8. been cheated on: no

9. lost someone special: yea

10. been depressed: is this a question?

11. gotten drunk and thrown up: no

12. favorite colours: blues/neutrals

in the last year have you:

15. made new friends: yup!!

16. fallen out of love: no

17. laughed until you cried: yea ig ?? not like crying with tears streaming down my face but definitely a few tears slipped out

18. found out someone was talking about you: o yea

19. met someone who changed you: yup

20. found out who your friends are: lets not go there :)

21. kissed someone on your facebook friends list: nope

general:

22. how many of your facebook friends do you know irl: all of them ??? stranger danger kids dont friend people u dont know irl

23. do you have any pets: skjfl i wish :((

24. do you want to change your name: no actually, as much as i hate when it gets mispronounced and not like even a tiny mispronunciation, it literally gets butchered :) , it has a lot of ties and significance to my culture which is important to me

25. what did you do for your last birthday: my friend whom i would die for (the one in Europe rn) invited me over to her place and her and two other friends planned surprised gifts and hot pot ! her mom literally paid for all the ingredients akfdskjl i love her sm :((

26. what time did you wake up today: 7 am, my body she just did it ? idk lol

27. what were you doing at midnight last night: watching a horror movie

28. what is something you can’t wait for: MONSTA X CONCERT TOMORROW AKFSJD;LF IM SO MFCKING EXCITEDDD GONNA SEE ALL MY BABIES 🤩🤩🤩🤩

29. what are you listening to right now: aint nobody takin my baby - russ

30. when was the last time you saw your mom: this morning

31. have you ever talked to a person named tom: no

32. something that gets on your nerves: narrow-mindedness, arrogance, ignorance, when ppl chew with their mouth open skfsjldfjs

33. most visited website: definitely between tumblr and youtube

34. hair colour: black

35. long or short hair: short, it’s just below chin level rn sklfjsld

36. do you have a crush on someone: u ask me when hoseok is right ... there ?

37. what do you like about yourself: uh my lips and dimples and the fact that I’m pretty self-driven

38. want any piercings: more like need ????? ive been wanting double helix piercings for the longesstttt time. might get some this year .. hopefully

39. blood type: i literally dont even know sklfjskd but its definitely a or b or ab since my parents are a combination of those

40. nicknames: utshee ? just my normal name but instead of the ending ah sound its an “e” as in the letter e lol and then ironically its usa, long back story id rather not get into lol. shira if ur reading this u know 😔

41. relationship status: married to hoseok obviously

42. zodiac: this is virgo solidarity !!!

43. pronouns: she/her

44. fave tv shows: dont really watch tv shows anymore tbh but the last good one i can remember was supernatural but its .. been awhile lmao

45. tattoos: nooooooo , i want a few small ones tho one day when im of age

46. right handed or left handed: normal regular righty

47. ever had surgery: nope, i did fracture my arm once tho when i was like uh 2-3

48. piercings: 2! just regular earlobe piercings, one on each

49. sport: volleyball, lacrosse, and gymnastics i did for a while competitively. i also love ultimate frisbee and long distance running on my free time

50. vacation: i havent been out of country since i came here to the states ksdjsdf my family just isn’t one of those that take family trips, at least out of country 😔ig my last family vacation was 2016 winter break where we drove down to las vegas and arizona to see the grand canyon. it was so damn cold omg

51. trainers: um i have superstars and two pairs of nikes that i wear on the daily. i really want some new van slip ons tho ugh

more general:

52. eating: i eat literally everything lmao, im one of the least picky eaters tbh but i prefer seafood over meat. i still like and eat meat but sometimes id just .. rather not lol

53. drinking: water !!!!!!!!!! ( i down a good 10 cups at least everyday) i also love boba so much omggg u dont understand but i really do try to limit myself 😔

54. i’m about to watch: perfect man jimin focus skdjfklsdf jimin stans raise up for ur national anthem !!!!!

55. waiting for: college apps to be over even tho they technically havent opened yet akfjds;lfs

56. want: to go into my career field with zero in debt so basically impossible but a girl can dream :(

57. get married: yea if it happens sure

58. career: medical !!! looking into anesthesiologist but im not set on anything, just wanna do Doctors Without Borders as my end career goal 😔

which is better:

59. hugs or kisses: kisses pls

60. lips or eyes: eyes bc they just convey sooo much about a person but also pls ... if ur lips are as cracked as the sidewalk outside of my house we’re never smooching

61. shorter or taller: definitely taller, also wanna be the little spoon during cuddles so yea

62. older or younger: older for sure because i look at the underclassmen and shudder in disgust bc they’re ur typical overgrown yet immature high school students. honestly dont know wtf happened to selecting genuine students to enroll into our school but skfjsdfjs im out of there in less than a year so whatever

63. nice arms or stomach: arms bc i like tummies but if u have abs i dont mind either

64. hookup or relationship: can’t really see myself doing hookups so relationship

65. troublemaker or hesitant: depends? i definitely want a playful relationship but they should know when their behavior is verging on immature so ig slightly leaning on the more hesitant side

have you ever:

66. kissed a stranger: no

67. drank hard liquor: o yeaaa, new years eve and home alone with my in-college cousin lmaoo

68. lost glasses: I LOST MY FIRST PAIR IN 5 MONTHS AND I STILL DONT KNOW WHERE THEY ARE ???? i had to buy another pair after begging my parents for a good 2 months bc the first pair were so mfcking expensive ksfjsld tbh the ones i wear right now are a lot cuter tho so

69. turned someone down: yes

70. sex on first date: no

71. broken someone’s heart: maybe ? dont know to the extent the other person liked me so

72. had your heart broken: no

73. been arrested: no

74. cried when someone died: yea

75. fallen for a friend: yea

do you believe in:

76. yourself: love urself right hahha :)) lmao im trying ig

77. miracles: hmm sure

78. love at first sight: idk depends, im neutral. definitely think theres more to it tho

79. santa claus: no, wish i was still at that age where i did

80. kiss on first date: hmm depends

81. angels: yea

other:

82. best friend’s name: i have two: one’s andreana and the other is sybil (the one who left me here to die while she went to europe yea, love that betrayer)

83. eye colour: dark brown

84. fave movie: was gonna say black panther but thats too much of a popular opinion so the ritual ?? its a horror movie which i love so much omg fljsd and it was surprisingly good ??? definitely have not said that about a horror movie in the longest time bc the newer ones are always so cringy and predictable

85. fave actor: mistre kim seokjin of course 🤩🤩

#ok before someone gives me crap abt using facebook i cant help it ???#like the only way to keep up with school announcements and stuff is through facebook like we have class pages and announcement pages #its just .. engraved into our school culture lmao #this was so long akfjsdlfs #so obviously u dont have to do this if u dont want to !!!#long post

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Try to get rid of me in an overseas big city? We'll get rid of you instead.

warning: long story. tl;dr at the end.

Context:

Back in 2011 me and my immediate family traveled to Saudia Arabia for Umrah, or what's known as the lesser pilgramage. You visit Makkah, make rounds around the Kaabah, pray with all your heart and soul, you get the picture. My dad and I were excited because we were all about going on a spiritual journey and casting away the problems of the world - but as it turns out, some problems just wouldn't leave us.

As soon as we landed in Jeddah's airport, our plan was to take a taxi to Makkah and get the Umrah done while we were still gung-ho about God. However, we were instead diverted to our relatives' house in Jeddah, where we discovered that 4 or 5 of my mothers' relatives and their families had gathered up and spontaneously crashed in my grandfather's house for one giant family reunion. Naturally, my dad and I, as well as my maternal grandfather, were really upset over this development as my mom's side of the family is full of ... for the lack of a more polite word, the shady folks. Most of them I was on good terms with, but once I realized that my least favorite Uncle and Aunt had come with the crew, my enthusiasm just deflated like a balloon.

For a quick comparison, Uncle Zubair and Aunt Rubina were the Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia of the family to me. They'd spoil their own kids rotten, be as stingy as they could with me before getting noticed, - and oh, did they loveto take advantage of the fact that I couldn't speak Urdu at all when I was younger - they talked smack about me and made fun of me for all sorts of things, and when my mother brought it up, they simply waved it off as me misunderstanding whatever they said in Urdu, and my mother trusted them. Sure, I couldn't speak the language well when I was 8, but I could damn well understand a lot of what they were saying, and just going through all of that really made me intensely dislike them.

Back to 2011, the entire rodeo of relatives comes up with a great plan - let's go complete our Umrah trip as a group of 23 people! It'll be a great time! Me and my father reluctantly agree to this, and before we head to Makkah, my father makes a little contingency plan for the rare occasion me or my siblings get lost. My mother shares it with the group, and everyone thinks its a good idea. If someone gets lost, we all return to (i.e.) X floor of the clocktower building and wait for the rest to come. No problems, right?

We go to Makkah, we have dinner in the clocktower hotel, and as I'm getting napkins to clean up after the food, the men split up and abruptly leave for the Kabah. The ladies already had left, and Aunt Rubina still at the table, waiting on the napkins.

When I ask her where all the men went, she smiles and points in the wrong direction, and also tells me twice that our contingency plan got changed, and we were to meet on Y floor if we got lost (instead of the original contingency plan).

Had I been older, I would have noticed something was very wrong with her words, but I was 15 years old and fearful of being left behind, and so I ran off without even doubting her. The result of her misleading me amounted to: 1 hour of checking out the entire hotel looking for my father and the men, then heading out to the Kabah and spending 3 hours circling the Kabah, distracted and heavily disturbed by the fact that I couldn't find them anywhere, and then heading back to the "new" contingency plan's location and crying myself to sleep on a rusty chair because none of the guards understood me, and I honestly thought I was lost for good.

A couple hours later, my father finds me, and he gets violently mad at me for 'ditching' the group and going to the wrong floor, but he realizes something's up as soon as I tell him what Aunt Rubina told me.

The men quickly arrive and hug me out, and when Uncle Zubair hugs me, he grins and asks me "Did you feel the despair?" before laughing it off as I take the next minute to process this man's words. The entire group of 23’s just trying to talk to me and see the positives out of the situation on the car ride back, but the whole time I just have one thought on my mind:

Did my uncle and aunt really just try to intentionally mislead me and lose me in a large city overseas?

I later tell my parents the whole story, my father's a little bit unsettled, and the rest of the trip continues with my parents keeping a close eye on me.

Revenge:

Back in 2015, we visited the homeland and met up with all these bozos who were excited to see my "mom's Amrikan family", and just as expected, Uncle Zubair and Aunt Rubina are in the mix. I decided not to say anything about what happened 4 years prior, and I make my mom promise not to say anything about the incident, as she loves to reminisce things.

About an hour into the trip, I realize that my Uncle and Aunt still think I have the same language comprehension I had when I was 8 years old. Amazing, how they think I'm so stupid – but in 2015 I was finally able to speak and understand Urdu fluently, but I wasn’t just going to tell them that. With that, I decided that I'd snoop around, and maybe sit through their shit again with a recorder, and show my mom that I was right all along (about them lying to my mom that they weren't shit talking me).

But this is where things get interesting.

Uncle Zubair takes me along with his son as we visit a couple different apartment and houses he has the keys for, and help him clean out the houses. "My neighbors are out on vacation, and they asked if I could help clean up for them." He tells me in his broken English, but I really doubt him between how fervently he's scouring the entire place and how he's indiscriminately throwing their belongings in giant trash bags and large rubber containers. Belongings of neighbors that apparently trusted him enough to leave their spare keys with him as they stayed with relatives in America or elsewhere for the summer.

It was weird and shady af, I'd never seen anything like this back in the states, but I connected the dots when on another day, Uncle Zubair's son called me from one of the said apartments and asked me if I could walk over there and pick him up. Turns out the house was almost entirely empty of anything the neighbors owned, and my cousin already set a bunch of his own stuff in there, and had the gall to tell me "Papa said this is my apartment now!"

What a riot! My uncle was robbing people of their apartments and houses when they were on vacation.

A week later of some unnoticed eavesdropping, and I learn that Aunt Rubina and my other cousin are doing this same dirty work in the state / province right next to ours. They had better English and told me that they were going to the other state to help my cousin “study,” and I was just nodding if off. Yeah, go study your lying ass off, as if I didn’t hear you at all 24 hours ago talking about cleaning house preparations.

We’re having dinner later that night with Uncle Zubair and a few other family members, and when there’s a lull in the conversation, he just asks me, “son, what’s your favorite part of the summer so far?” and I just smiled and replied in Urdu.

“I love the real estate work you’ve been doing! Could you help me get a property as well?”

His face just drains the moment he realizes I knew the shit he’s been pulling, and everyone at the table starts asking questions because my Uncle is the last guy to talk to about house-related matters. They prompt me for more information, and I just spill what his son said(“Papa said this is my apartment now!”) and what type of bullshit he and his wife were doing 5 towns over, and the next thing I know I’m taking my dinner plate back to my room as the drilling commences in the dining room.

As my family and the rest of the extended relatives finds out, he’s been clearing out apartments of neighbors who went overseas for the entire summer, maybe 10 or so such flats and little houses, and hauling their possession to a storage unit somewhere only God knows. The controversy gets really big, a couple homeowners get alerted and chase Aunt Rubina and my cousin out of other town, and it’s not long before my parents told me that our entire family pretty much disowned my Uncle and Aunt’s family for pulling this immoral bullshit when being trusted with peoples’ keys.

In the end, I never was able to stick him with the “Did you feel despair?” line he hit me with back in 2011, but man, am I glad I won’t have to deal with their shit again.

tl;dr uncle/aunt combination try to (intentionally) lose me in big city, they get disowned and publicly shamed when I expose a property stealing scheme a few years later

(source) (story by /throwaway47801)

#pro revenge #prorevenge #pro revenge stories #revenge stories #pro #revenge

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uncuentofriki · 6 years

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And I’ll give the world to you

Once again, it didn’t came from a mariachi song. I told my sister betwen jokes “I want a mariachi cover of Dear Theodosia because I imagin prfectly Hctor singing it” This is a continuation of The miracle of your eyes.

“Hector, you’re going to make me a callous on the belly because you can’t just stop rubbing it” Imelda complained. Her husbad was cuddling at her side and he couldn’t stop singing or rubbing her really big baby belly. Her ankles were really swolen and she looked tired, but every morning he told her that she looked precious as always. Her answer was that of course that for him she looked precious, because if he told her the truth, she will throw her boot to his head

Everyone was making their bets to about if the baby was going to be a boy or a girl. Imelda’s mom had her bets on boy, so she was knitting everything on pink, Hector’s mom wanted a granddaughter because she always dreamed with having a girl and dress it with cute dresses, so she was knitting on blue. They discussed about if her belly was somewhat flat instead of round so for sure it was a boy or not, that the belief was the contrary.

And one day she was singing happily “Albricias” (Good news) as she was doing some embroidery. One of her cousins, still single, was helping her with the house becuse Imelda couldn’t move that much now. Suddenly she felt some discomfort. She decided to ignore it. The baby moved too much inside her and mostly when Hector talked or singed. So she decided to continue singing as a skylark.

“Don’t tell me to love you Because I’m adoring you And I’m saying it thinking That your love is spring”

But what she noticed was that she was going lots to th bathroom.

”Oi, Lupita, don’t bring me more jamaica’s water, I want to finish this blanket before my chamaco is born” Imelda told to her cousin.

”No way hosay, Imelda” she repplied, sweping the leaves. “Babies swim there inside, so they need water”

But soon the discomfort became more. And on the last trip to the bathroom, she was pale as the walls of her house.

“Please, go for my mom or someone because something weird came out from me just right now”

There wasn’t a necessity of just having a woman more experienced to go and check Imelda, because after Lupita explained what Imelda saw, all the women rushed to take the blankets and then run at the parturient’s house. One of Imelda’s cousins run to the plaza to search for Hector.

"Hector! Hector!” the kid yelled, running until he was on the kiosko, earning himself a furious glare from Ernesto, who was at the half of a song.

“What’s up, primo?” he greeted the kid, more amused than angry for the hurry of the kid.

“Your baby is coming, primo!” And the guitar was almost dropped because of Hector’s way of running. Even Ernesto forgot about the song and run at his friends’ side.

Their bedroom became a delivery room. One cousin was bombing the water to the pots that another put over the stove to boil with certain herbs and another took the water to the bedroom. It was barely the middle of the afternoon.

"At least let me see my wife, no?” Hector complained because they leaved him just enter to the living room.

“No, you stay here” his own mother stopped him and mad him sit on the sofa. “If you want, sing, that would help Imelda, but not so high because I need to year the heartbeat of your chamaca”

"I don’t think they’re having a girl” Ernesto said. “Imelda looks so pretty and girls always take away the beauty from their mothers during pregnancy”

“Trust me. I know about this things even if I just had this nutty son” and the woman came back to the bedroom.

Her mother-in-law marked the heartbeats of the baby on her hands, while she had an ear on her belly. Imelda just saw the ceiling, more impacient.

“It’s going to take any longer? I’m already tired!” Imelda groaned.

“It’s your first baby, mija” said her mother. “Drink this.”

The tea didn’t tasted to her different from her own impatience. Outside the room she heard her beloved’s voice singing, although he was somewhat tired. The poor man sweared that he was going to be at her side when the baby finally were born but they denied it to him. But as his mother said, his voice calmed her. She had waited for him to have money to build the house and pay the wedding. Now she will have to wait for the coming of the fruit of theirlove. She had to be patient.

Ernesto was half asleep on a chair. It was past the midnight, the bells of the church had scared the witches a long time ago... and the end of the waiting for the baby did’t seemed to come soon. He woke up a little when one of Imelda’s cousins gave to him a cup of cafe de olla, seasoned with a smile.

“Mano, hey, cheer up. Your heir is coming and you look more as if we were going to play at a funeral” he mumbled, waking a little more with the first sip.

“I’m plain scared” Hector stopped to play his guitar and looked at his friend’s eyes, as he did everytime that he got sincere with Ernesto “You see how the last month Chava’s wife died on childbirth. Poor girl, she was so young and now he’s alone with their chamaco”

“Imelda is strong, Hector. If death wants to take her and she doesn��t want, for sure she will kick death with her boot and will continue living until the stars fall from the sky.” Ernesto laughed. That seemed to cheer up his friend a little.

“It’s here!” announced Imelda, opening the doors of the bedroom and going to hugh her son-in-law, who was just looking blankly at the wall. “Just hear how she cries! She’s going to sing better than anyone on this family with those lungs!”

“A girl!” he exclaimed, surprised. He deeply wanted a boy, but now it didn’t matter that it was a girl. She will be his little princess, his little flower, his cherub, his sun and the melody that made him dance the rest of his life.

After cleaning the baby and take out the blood stained sheets, Hector could finally met her. She was sleeping on her mother’s arms. Imelda was totally tired and disheveled, but proud. Hector kissed his wife on the forehead and took the small hand of his daughter. She was perfect.

“So aren’t you mad about the baby being a girl?”Imelda said.

“No, no, I can’t get mad for it. It’s our daughter and i will not get mad for something that’s ours” he sighed, taking the baby on his arms. He wanted to give her more than his songs. The entire world if it was posible and even that wouldn’t be enough. What could he say to her?

“What’s going to be her name?” asked Hector’s mom.

“Today is the party of Our Lady of the Perpetual Help” Hector mumbled, amazed of his daughter “You will be my Socorro. Coco. Coquito linda”.

He gave the baby to Imelda and went for his guitar. Coco smiled to him after hearing the first chords. Ernesto, surprisingly, was crying as a child seeing the scene.

“I’m dedicating every day toyou. Domestic life was never quite my style. And when you smile, you knock me down I fall appart And I thought I was so smart.

I’ll do wathever it takes I’ll make a million mistakes But I’ll make the world safe and sound for you

And you’ll blow us all away Some day, some day.”

Notes: 1- Yes, the final song is Dear Theodosia. 2- It took me like four hours to write this (on spanish). First because I wanted to be as medically accurate with the childbirth scene as posible and second, because I was searching how’s the practice of the midwifes in Mexico (the only thing I knew was form a book that I readed on high school) but I didn’t found that much, just interviews to midwifes and the conditions of their job (which are really unfair for them). I couldn’t ask my favorite witch and historian because she was already sleeping. It was, anyway, something interesting. My mom wasn’t awake to ask her what was the sign to know if a baby was going to be a boy or a girl (she can know for the baby belly and has never failed). But because we already know that it was going to be a girl, it didn’t mattered the accuracy. Most of the things happening or said are things that I’ve been seeing about pregnancy with my aunts, my cousins, friends and other women close to me. I’m not wrong about the colors, really, a time ago the girls wer dressed on blue (for Virgin Mary) and boys on pink (because red was a manly color fon that timeso pink was something appropiate for a boy) 3- Primo: Cousin. We call primo (or prima) our primo’s spouses too. Chamaco, chamaca: Kiddo, brat, punk. It’s mostly an endearement term for us, now you’re somewhat used to it because Hector calls Miguel like that. Mano: Short for Hermano (brother). Our equivalent to bro. Jamaica’s water: No, it’s not water brought from the country of Jamaica. We boil water with jamaica’s flowers, then add some sugar and let it cool or add some ice (just first water it down a little). Cafe de olla: Okay, I’ll give you the recipe. You boil a cinnamon stik and a clove with sugar (I would suggest to find some piloncillo), when the water boils you add coffee grains, turn down the fire and let it rest for 10 minutes. Tadaaaa!

4- If you want to take it as a headcannon, the party of Our Lady of Perpetual Help is June 27, so that date would be Coco’s birthday (Help= Socorro= Coco). Here it was a tradition to name kids after the saint on the calendar (I would be Cutberta, nope, nope, nope)

5- I guess that very deep, Ernesto is a good person. But if you’re trying to ruin whatever he wants, we already know what could happen to you. His greed is so much that’s what renders all his virtues inexistent.

#Coco #Coco fanfiction #Coco pixar #fanfic #fanfiction #Imelda x Hector #Imelda Rivera #Hector Rivera #Coco Rivera #Ernesto de la cruz

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allons-y-to-hogwarts-713 · 6 years

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85 Questions Tag!

Yikes! This is very useful for procrastination from homework. 😉

Thank you @party-with-books for tagging me ❤️😊

Rules: Answer the questions and tag whoever you want (originally 20 people but like… that’s also a lot)

The last: 1. drink: Dr. Pepper 2. phone call: I think my mom 3. text message: also my mom 4. song: “Branded” (when I started) and “No More (Acoustic)” (when I finished) by NateWantsToBattle because my cousin showed me his music a few weeks ago and I am OBSESSED 5. time you cried: like an hour or less ago

Have you ever: 6. dated someone twice: lol I’ve never even dated someone once 7. kissed someone and regretted it: familial maybe, but I’ve never had a kiss on the lips 8. been cheated on: that would require dating 9. lost someone special: Yes, several, but the closest and most recent was my uncle, which is the reason for the crying within the last hour 10. been depressed: perpetually 11. gotten drunk and thrown up: never tasted alcohol, I don’t even like the smell of it

Favorite colors: 12. Blue 13. Slytherin Green 14. Black 15. Magic Mint 16. Dark Red

In the last year have you: 17. laughed until you cried: yes 18. found out someone was talking about you: ...I don’t think so? I’m not sure 19. met someone who changed you: sort of yes, and probably other(s) without even knowing it yet 20. found out who your friends are: Yes? 21. kissed someone on your facebook list: technically? (because I don’t have a FB so my lack of kisses can be applied to my lack of a list) 22. made friends: Yes 23. fallen out of love: as in lost love for certain celebrities, yes, but personally I’ve never “been in love”

General: 25. what did you do for your last birthday: went to Dave and Busters with my parents and a friend 26. how many of your facebook friends do you know in real life: All of them, because I don’t have a FB so I know all my zero FB friends 27. do you have any pets: nope, but I’d like to 28. what time did you wake up: around 9:30-10:00am 29. what were you doing at midnight last night: working on homework for my Mandarin Chinese class 30. name something you can’t wait for: seeing Miss Saigon in NYC on Saturday! 31: what are you listening to right now: NateWantsToBattle (OBSESSED)

32: have you ever talked to a person named tom: Several actually 33: something that’s getting on your nerves: lots of things 34. do you want to change your name: no 35. hair color: dark blonde 36. long or short hair: long (but I kinda wanna finally get it cut soon I think) 37. piercings: earrings 38. tattoos: none, unless you count the ones from Racing Stripes Gum that have been applied and removed over the years 39. blood type: I should know but I don’t. But I don’t want the vampires to know what flavor I am anyway so I wouldn’t post it. (Well, there’s a few exceptions...) 40. nicknames: sometimes Kay. (I was given the name 楷莉 in my Mandarin class, so we talked about nicknames today and I guess I’ll go by 楷楷 but only in that class.) 41. relationship status: 🎶everybody’s got somebody but me🎶, and I’m fine with it 42. zodiac: Taurus 43. pronouns: she/her 44. most visited website: This one, but through the app mostly 45. right or left handed: Lefty! 😃 46. surgeries: none that I can think of? 47. sports: umm, mathlete 48. favorite tv show: A LOT OF SHOWS 49. vacations: almost every year with my family to OBX, NC, but idk if we’re going to continue that now without my uncle 😔 50. sneakers: whatever is on sale that won’t fall apart in a week. My newest ones are Vans, but the ones I wore for several years prior were Sketchers and NewBalance

More general: 52. eating: nothing rn, but I recently ate a mini Hershey’s cookies ‘n’ cream bar 53. fave drink: Dr. Pepper, root beer, Mountain Dew Code Red, coffee, tea, EGGNOG, chocolate milk, apple cider 54. what you’re up to: anxiously procrastinating 55. waiting for: better days/a break from all the crap for my family and I, a sense of purpose, a dentist to actually fix my teeth instead of just making them worse, the next Thomas Sanders video, a chance to be in a Broadway musical, etc. 56. want: [see 55] 57. get married: doubtful, which is more than fine with me 58. career: augh idk. Hopefully something in graphic design I guess, since my electives are the only classes I’m actually getting anything out of with this four-year bs b.s. degree in computer science

Which is better: 60. hugs or kisses: hugs if either (at least with my lack of kissing experience) 61. lips or eyes: eyes 62. shorter or taller: no preference 63. older or younger: either? But like a very small age gap either way 64. nice arms or stomach: Both? Both. Both is good. 65. hook up or relationship: solid relationship 66. troublemaker or hesitant: in fictional characters, both, especially if both are in one precious conflicted guy. And I guess even irl, a little bit of both, but small scale trouble, like something that gets me out of my comfort zone that ends up being fun but nothing that’s gonna break a law or get us in any even small amount of actual trouble, so both in one person but weighted toward hesitant.

Have you ever: 67. kissed a stranger: Nope  68. drank hard liquor: Nope 69. lost glasses/contacts: lost a contact once, but I haven’t lost my glasses which I wear more often 70. turned someone down: yes. Well, I tried to anyway, but it took a while for them to actually comprehend it because I guess maybe I wasn’t quite blunt enough about it somehow because I’m soft spoken and don’t want to be a jerk but also know my right to say no. 71. sex on the first date: No (marriage first (and since I don’t plan on getting married, I’ll likely pass altogether, because that’s actually one of many reasons why I don’t want to get married)) 72. broken someone’s heart: No. They might say so, but then that’s their lack of respect for my right to say no as a female, because we were never together for me to have broken their hearts (contrary to the rumor at least one of them spread which was a terrible part of my hs senior year and finalized me not going to prom) [see 70] 73. had your heart broken: yes, but not in a romantic relationship way 74. been arrested: Nope, I’m a good hippogriff 75. cried when someone died: Yes, several 76. fallen for a friend: Not necessarily...

Do you believe in:

77. yourself: lol 78. miracles: yes 79. love at first sight: maybe, but it’s rare if at all, and there’s so much wrongly perceived to be love at first sight that I’d be skeptical anyway even if it actually was. I think you have to know the person to truly love them, and physical attraction by itself usually gets in the way of real feelings and connections or lack thereof. 80. santa claus: 🎶like I believe in love. I believe in Santa Claus, and everything he does. There’s no question in my mind; yes, he does exist. Just like love, I know he’s there, waiting to be missed.🎶 (oh hey look at that, now I’m crying about Mickey Rooney too) 81. kiss on the first date: mayyyyyybe? I’ll let you know if/when I get there 82. angels: yes

Other: 83. current best friend’s name(s): several on here and several in person that idk if I can post 84. eye color: blue 85. favorite movie: too many

I’ll tag: @alys07 @agentmarymargaretskitz @euphoric-melancholyy @karasimmons @swans-and-pirates @cutieodonoghue @hook-come-back-to-me @thegladelf @thesassywitchofthenortheast @techieninja18 @walkmanquill207 @themcuhasruinedme @floridianfireflyfaith @kittennharington @lenfaz @lightsandmetaphors @lieutenantguyliner @captainswansjourney @crowleys-poppet-queen-of-asgard @claravitae @revolting-phantom97 @whatamagicalworld and anyone else who wants to do it, and as always it’s no obligation. 🙂

#kayla speaks #tag games #about me #party with books

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rockinem777 · 4 years

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Is this isn't even 30% of my life's fucking tragity & I still have the heart to do good for people and love like y'all are bitch made fr

I have been through so much fucking bullshit and deception and straight betrayals are an understatement to everything I have been through. I've lost my best friend. I have walked away from people I loved. I have let a grown man take advantage of everything in me he could and leave me with nothing but hate for myself. My best friend in high school wrote the first statement on me. My fiance in West Virginia has given up on me. I have never met anyone as solid as me. My best friend Kat Lynn fucking dumb fake ass bitch. She's causes a world of problems. Never did I once say a bad thing about her. My parents know I'm dying. They don't give a fuck. My dog is dying. Like lemme make it real fucking clear for you who doesn't seem to know who the fuck I am and wtf I've been through. I got my TBI cause I jumped out of a car cause the mfer told me I wouldn't. Well let me make it more realistic. My first love and I were fighting and his dad made me go home. In the car I wanted to jump out. He said I wouldn't and long story short I opened the door and the brakes through me out the door 55Mph I landed on my skull. I was unconscious for 9 days. I had to learn how to talk again. Like all for that first love of mine to leave as soon as I got out the hospital. All I had to talk to was myself. And that's just the beginning. I was suicidal then I'm suicidal now. I've lost every friend on my way here because they're fake liars back stabbers ect. My only friend Melanie Wade is who I could talk to. I used to watch her son and talk to her for days. She really understand me. She got shot in the head years ago. She was like my second mom. I talked and seen her more than my real mom. I ain't been the same since. My GMA and GPA knew I was gonna be homeless or kicked out of something when I was 16. They didn't let me stay at their house. Neither did my brother. The amount of times I've been beaten and thrown out this fucking house is an ungodly sin. And I don't want your fucking pity. The only reason I get to stay here now is cause I gave my mom a 75 thousand dollar check which I get 100 dollars a week of which she Hates to come up off of. which if I would have kept I bet you money id be dead. Ive moved out on my own with bfs and to drug houses like 5 times. 7th Street. Port republic. 10th St shout out to that nigga that gave me this fucking MRSA Gary lmao (this was the first house I was 16) scottsville. Norfolk. Like my first bf that was a mess. 4 years down the drain. IDK EHAT LOVE IS. 2nd bf my best friend at the time for years the only reason I dated that mfer is cause he would beg me for years so I figured id try. He ended up abusive. He ended up crazy. I ended up running out his house bleeding from stepping on the broken glass omw out walking from 7th to 250 near step-n-out. No phone. I got home cause that mfer came and got me and took me home no let him cause he promised I could go home. He used to refuse to let me leave. Throw me back into the house into the bedroom. Me and his son ooo malakii used to sleep and cuddle and rainy nights were the best with that amazing 5year old boy. Not that I know him anymore but whatever. Then we got that last one lmao wtf happened with that. Like fuck my life he told me I would see that none ofbthose mfers gaf about me and I guess I wanted to prove him wrong about a couple months ago when I lost all hope and I've became manically depressed I got a lisence plate that said, "told ya" like thanks. Soooo let's begiin on me being claimed by the KKK and forever fucking slave to some one or guy idk how it works tbh. Better than being sex trafficed right? I guess so. Like Garrette bar was the funniest and most loyal friend you could ask for and its a damn fucking shame he took his life over that fucking dumb whore cause she's the definition of vindictive and spiteful and evil. Hell yeah I love live blah blah blah loves you dillan I miss you. I should've ditched and went to hburg that nughtbeih you. Instead I've been having my hair pulled and legit hit and smacked around and screamed at by this mistake of a ex boyfriend John micheal which this should have been awarded with best human pickier me. Cause obviously I know how to pick the worse fucking ones cause up until today. I thought he loved me. I thought I could make it work. And tbh it was my last hope. He was my last hope and here we fucking are and fr I took 50 sleeping pills the other night and novlie he walked out on me and was clueless until he was dragging me around me bed by my hair and head calling me a bitch 2 days later for asking him "what he problem was now" in my sleep but he legit says I deserve it. He's called me a bitch twice today and oh yeah he pushed me off my bed into my closet which I like flew but anyway I smacked my head on the closet. And he watched me lay there for about an hour holding my head not saying a word. While he just got rude and acted like a douche. But then he picked me up off the floor and left me on the bed to tell me he was gonna leave me. Then I was ignoring him of course idk what to say cause obviously after forcing my hands off my ears while he screamed hateful shit into my ears 2xs he still grabbed me by my head and hair on my bed after throwing me ect and called me a bitch and told me about how his cousin is gonna come get him. So long story short I'm not trying to fix shit and he's laying on my floor saying he don't want me and blah blah blah long story short I wish I never fucking met the guy he popped my cherry. I hate myself for letting him docthisnto me if I could go back in time and never meet him. I would. I hate him. Up until today I swear I loved this mfer so much. Like I thought it was meant to be. Like omg if you don't want to be here anymore 😭 but I wish I was dead. But yeah but fr the way I let him treat me is disgraceful and I'm having a hard time forgiving myself for allowing it and like I'm not sure if that isn't the only reason I stayed this long like I was trying to vouch for myself for chasing after a man 2xs my age who was clearly just getting more abusive and mean and shamelessly more selfish by the day. Anyway I don't know what you think of me and I don't give a fuck honestly cause your fucking retarded if you don't know who the fuck has put in so much work and gave up so much fucking of my entire fucking life for the credit and adoration I receive. And no I don't ever remember the bad times. I have so many compressed memories. Like dude getting teeth taken out and getting brutally beat up and bitten and raped like and almost trafficed but I escaped. Like but fr I don't have a bone in my fucking body that has I'll intent for anyone. Always look for the helpful way. Always help who needs to be helped. Always there for people. I'm a good fucking person. Probably better than you. And I'm no longer interested in the position I think I had. I give people clothes and feed them and take care of who needs it. I'm a 100% spectacular human being and I'd be a jealous fucking asshole too if I had half the fucking mind to be as cruel hateful mean and selfish as almost everyone else around me seems to have.

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dustycactus · 7 years

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tag game thing that i’m doing the whole thing instead of just the ones i get in asks cuz wooo

1: name: kaiden 2: age: 15 3: 3 fears: the ocean, being left alone, and uh basketballs (those r terrifying you’ve gotta admit) 4: 3 things i love: drawing, the cold weather, and pastel yellow 5: 4 turns on: people with eyes, people with a heart, people with a brain, and people who are nice (do u rly think i’m going to say NOT SAFE FOR WORK THINGS ON MY TOTALLY SAFE FOR WORK BLOG pshh what r u on about) 6: 4 turns off: rude people in general, too much sarcasm, does ~drugs~ (the illegal shit), very judgy. 7: my best friend: MY LITTLE BLUE HAIRED FUCKKKEERRR, or just my cousin lol 8: sexual orientation: pansexual with a preference for bois 9: my best first date: uh we went to go get ice cream and then went to their rooftop asdfghjk i haven’t been on many dates 10: how tall am i: 5″6 11: what do i miss: my home town and the cold weather 12: what time were i born: 2 AM 13: favorite color: yellow or blue 14: do i have a crush: nah not for now 15: favorite quote: “existence, well what does it matter. i exist on the best terms i can. the past is now part of my future, the present is well out of hand”- ian curtis (lol not the most inspiring but i love) 16: favorite place: a small cliff behind a restaurant in my hometown. 17: favorite food: kitkats, or ice cream 18: do i use sarcasm: not really, no 19: what am i listening to right now: Kool Thing by Sonic Youth 20: first thing i notice in new person: their way of speaking, or their eyes. 21: shoe size: 9 1/2 22: eye color: brown :/ 23: hair color: brown again :/ 24: favorite style of clothing: the late 70′s- early 80′s punk outfits asdfghj i wish i was cool enough to pull that off 25: ever done a prank call?: ye 27: meaning behind my url: well right now it’s pumpkinspiced-aliens and it’s because it’s halloween and i love aliens asdfghjk 28: favorite movie: donnie darko, or maybe rocky horror 29: favorite song: can’t choose :( 30: favorite band: twenty one pilots and close second would be the clash asdfghjk what a nerd amiright 31: how i feel right now: 40% empty and 60% unaware of my surroundings and thinking about how useless life is ::))) 32: someone i love: my bro 33: my current relationship status: v single 34: my relationship with my parents: i guess okay? idk 35: favourite holiday: halloween and christmas (i already bought a christmas phone case i’m fuckin prepared) 36: tattoos and piercing i have: ear piercings, no tattoos yet 37: tattoos and piercing i want: probs gages, but not that big maybe the size of pencil erasers,, also a tattoo of a flamingo because reasons. 38: the reason i joined tumblr: because i needed something to do on the weekends and reason to get out of bed 39: do i and my last ex hate each other?: no we’re friends and hang out sometimes, i just realized that they’re not the type of person i like, so eh 40: do i ever get “good morning” or “good night ” texts?: i fuckin wish :’( 41: have i ever kissed the last person i texted?: uh yeah 42: when did i last hold hands?: today with my idiot friend nayla jkjk ily 43: how long does it take me to get ready in the morning?: like 40 minutes maybe 44: have you shaved your legs in the past three days?: :p 45: where am i right now?: at home 46: if i were drunk & can’t stand, who’s taking care of me?: probs my friend caro cuz she would be there too 47: do i like my music loud or at a reasonable level?: depends,, if i’m angry or sad really loud, but when i’m ghosty and stuff at a normal level 48: do i live with my mom and dad?: yeah 49: am i excited for anything?: for the hiatus to be over asdfg jk but also moving out 50: do i have someone of the opposite sex i can tell everything to? : uh not really everything,, i don’t tell everything to anyone but yeah i guess i’ve got a few friends that i trust with some information 51: how often do i wear a fake smile?: more often than people think 52: when was the last time i hugged someone?: today 53: what if the last person i kissed was kissing someone else right in front of me?: i tried to kiss my brother on the cheek and we accidentally touched lips but yee, um, i would be cheering that girl on 54: is there anyone i trust even though i should not?: i’m the most paranoid person about this stuff so no 55: what is something i disliked about today?: i had a science test and i had a panic attack at 3 AM 56: if i could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?: uh probs tyler and josh, or just my soulmate esrdgfhh jkjk 57: what do i think about most? now that i think about it, it’s either college or death 58: what’s my strangest talent?: i can hold my breath for 3.5 minutes underwater asdfg it’s not that long but it’s oky 59: do i have any strange phobias?: other than the ocean and basketballs? i don’t think so. 60: do i prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it?: behind 61: what was the last lie i told?: this is gonna sound super fake and stuff but i said “i love you” asdfghjk 62: do i perfer talking on the phone or video chatting online?: talking on the phone 63: do i believe in ghosts? how about aliens?: ghosts? not really. aliens? damn right i do hmu if u want the full explanation 64: do i believe in magic?: nah 65: do i believe in luck?: maybe 66: what’s the weather like right now?: it was sunny a few minutes ago and now it’s windy like crazy idk what the fuck happened 67: what was the last book i’ve read?: stephen king’s “the girl who loved tom gordon” 68: do i like the smell of gasoline? fuck yeah 69: do i have any nicknames? not really other than kitkat or kai 70: what was the worst injury i’ve ever had?: my ankle snapped in half after being pushed to the bottom of a pool asdfghj it’s a long story 71: do i spend money or save it?: i spend it way too fast help 72: can i touch my nose with a tounge?: with A tongue? probs, not with my own tho 73: is there anything pink in 10 feets from me? yes my 3ds 74: favourite animal?: can’t choose but i love lizards 75: what was i doing last night at 12am?: showering fgh 76: what do i think is Satan’s last name is?: probs something super common like Johnson or Barkley or Trump. 77: what’s a song that always makes me happy when i hear it?: chills by down with webster lolol it reminds me of home 78: how can you win my heart?: being sweet and sending me good morning and goodnight texts 79: what would i want to be written on my tombstone?: “and a great succ he was....” and whatever else my family wants to write on it lolol 80: what is my favorite word?: plump 81: my top 5 blogs on tumblr: i don’t want to annoy them by tagging them but i love so many 82: if the whole world were listening to me right now, what would i say?: i would read every single one of my angry political letters and then tell them to fuck off. 83: do i have any relatives in jail? nah 84: i accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. they were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow me with the super-power of my choice! What is that power?: props invisibility or magic healing 85: what would be a question i’d be afraid to tell the truth on?: r u ok? 86: what is my current desktop picture?: the meme man 87: had sex?: asdfghjkljhgfdsfghjk,jhgfd no 88: bought condoms?: no but i got a bunch of them thrown at me once 89: gotten pregnant?: no 90: failed a class?: yee in like 6th grade 91: kissed a boy?: ye 92: kissed a girl?: ye 93: have i ever kissed somebody in the rain?: no but i wish 94: had job?: there are so many different things you could be talking about right now but yes i have had a working job 95: left the house without my wallet?: yeyeyey 96: bullied someone on the internet?: nope 97: had sex in public?: jcfghjghvewbdsjhwefhgv no 98: played on a sports team?: yee 99: smoked weed?: no 100: did drugs?: uh bad memories ascghj but technically yes and it sucked 101: smoked cigarettes?: ye like only a couple of timez,,, like 10,,,, i’m not addicted tho 102: drank alcohol?: ye 103: am i a vegetarian/vegan?: pesco vegetarian 104: been overweight?: nope 105: been underweight?: yep 106: been to a wedding?: yep 107: been on the computer for 5 hours straight?: yep 108: watched tv for 5 hours straight?: yep 109: been outside my home country?: bitch yes 110: gotten my heart broken?: kinda i guess 111: been to a professional sports game?: nah 112: broken a bone?: ye 113: cut myself?: purposefully, no. 114: been to prom?: well they’ve got “proms” at my school which is the entire high school including the seniors but like yeah i have 115: been in airplane?: too many times 116: fly by helicopter?: yee 117: what concerts have i been to?: so manyyy,,, tell me if u want me to say them all 118: had a crush on someone of the same sex?: i’m practically gay 119: learned another language?: i speak french and italian ~fluently~ 120: wore make up?: yes 121: lost my virginity before i was 18?: asdfghj no 122: had oral sex?: azsxdcfgvhbjbvgfhvewubcyfbkuycfuyqerliu no 123: dyed my hair?: eyeyyeyeyeeee 124: voted in a presidential election?: nope 125: rode in an ambulance?: yee 126: had a surgery?: yeee 127: met someone famous?: i met johnny cash,,, also his daugther 128: stalked someone on a social network?: celebrities yes 129: peed outside?: yee 130: been fishing?: yee 131: helped with charity?: yee 132: been rejected by a crush?: no 133: broken a mirror?: not that i remember 134: what do i want for birthday?: this year i only got 50 dollars haha i would like some clothes maybe and a ukelele 135: how many kids do i want and what will be their names?: i want 1 max 2 but idk their names yet,,, a girl i would name kayla cuz yeah 136: was I named after anyone?: nope 137: do i like my handwriting?: nope 138: what was my favourite toy as a child?: this little ballerina doll i had gotten in a mcdonalds happy meal 139: favourite tv Show?: “that 70′s show” or stranger things 140: where do i want to live when older?: toronto, montreal, or ottawa 141: play any musical instrument?: guitar, piano, and clarinet 142: one of my scars, how did I get it?: instead of using a plate to cut my sandwich in half while camping, i put a paper towel on my thigh and sliced a 1 cm cut into it lmao 143: favourite pizza toping?: pepperoni 144: am i afraid of the dark?: eh not really 145: am i afraid of heights?: not at all 146: have i ever got caught sneaking out or doing anything bad?: i got caught by my dad trying to steal a beer for my cousin,,, 147: have i ever tried my hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end?: on literally every test i’ve ever taken 148: what i’m really bad at: texting, being supportive, sharing food, physics, and general emotions 149: what my greatest achievments are: probs getting 1st at a national competition for a sport which i am not going to tell you 150: the meanest thing somebody has ever said to me: that i don’t have any friends and that i should drink bleach while jumping off the CN tower :) 151: what i’d do if i won in a lottery: donate a quarter of it to charity, giving another quarter to sick family members, and the rest save for my education and my brother’s. 152: what do i like about myself: i’ve got nice eyelashes i’ve been told 153: my closest tumblr friend: idk... 154: something i fantasise about: having a nice romantic relationships

THERE DONE BJKHSDAKUJSDXKHJEKYGUYHWERUHIFR

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smuttyfairy · 7 years

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The Audacity of Kim Junmyeon (4)

Description: Kim Junmyeon, your neighbor and ex best friend suddenly begins taking to you after nearly six years of silence. Although he may be talking to you, he’s not the most…decent person now that he’s grown up.

Warnings: vulgar language. Fuckboy-ism. Smut.

Word Count: 3,617

Pairing: Kim Junmyeon (Suho) x Reader / Park Chanyeol x Reader

Author: Admin Xiufairy ㅅㅇㅅ

You invited Chanyeol over, knowing your mom wouldn’t mind. She enjoyed when Chanyeol was over and even got along with him. After he was over a couple days ago, she pulled you aside to tell you that she really liked him and that you should too - you weren’t far from it, actually, but you would never tell her that. The last thing you needed was for her to embarrass you.

He arrived that day and the two of you went up to your room. Your mom trusted you and had this been before you were nearly eighteen, it wouldn’t have happened. You were curled into his chest and his arm was around you.

It was silent as the show played in the background. You felt your eyes begin to droop and you sighed, curling closer to him. He tightened his grip on you.

“Are you tired?” He asked you.

“Just a little.” You replied, your voice muffled by his shirt.

“Take a nap.” He offered. “I’ll still be here when you wake up.” You only could fight for a couple minutes before you allowed yourself to nod off into your nap. It was maybe an hour later that your mom came up and woke the both of you to tell you the food was ready.

You sat up first, Chanyeol only opening one of his eyes and groaning before following your lead. You knew that you had liked Chanyeol for a while, but now it was beginning to become more and more prominent. You really liked Chanyeol.

You had a feeling that that put you at a disadvantage. Sure, he’d told you that he liked you beforehand, but he didn’t seem very sure. You nearly groaned at the thought, but instead you walked down the stairs with Chanyeol close behind you.

He was as close to you as he could get through dinner, his eyes still drooping from his nap. He had small conversations with your mother. Mostly, it was quiet as the three of you ate what your mother prepared. You felt his fingers touch yours and you tensed up a little. You heard a chuckle leave his mouth and you relaxed.

He went as far as to intertwine your fingers together. You were surprised just how well your fingers fit with his.

“I have to run to the store.” Your mom said as she stood up. “You kids be good. Oh, (Y/N), your cousin’s visiting this weekend.” You got excited at her words - you and your cousin practically could’ve been sisters. You always loved when she visited, and it was rare since she began college.

Your mom left and you started the dishes, Chanyeol next to you and insistent on helping. You eventually gave up, only allowing him to dry the dishes. You were washing the last dish and he was waiting, not taking his eyes off of you.

“I…” He paused, turning away from you. “Nevermind.” You stopped washing the dish in your hands and raised your eyebrows at him.

“No, now you have to tell me.” You pouted.

“What would you do if I told you I liked you?” He blurted out, only giving you a few seconds to comprehend before he continued. “Hypothetically, that is.”

“Well, then I guess I’d hypothetically have to tell you the truth.” You shrugged, putting the dish down in the sink.

“You drive me crazy, you know that?” He whined. “I’m not supposed to have feelings and I don’t like them. But I like you.” You smiled at his words, tilting your head to the side.

“Feelings are good.” You replied. “Everyone has them.”

“I - why - I just -” He cut himself off by pulling you close to him and kissed you softly. You gasped into his kiss before you returned it. You held onto his arms, melting into his touch before he pulled away.

“That was random.” You giggled.

“No, it wasn’t.” He replied. “I like you. Date me.”

“Date you?”

“Yes. Be my girlfriend.” His words were practically making your heart jump out of your chest.

“You really want that?” You frowned. When you realized your hands were still on his arms, you let him go.

“I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t want that.” He said, his humorous side seemingly nonexistent at the moment. “Tell me you’ll be my girlfriend.”

“Oh, uh, yeah.” You nodded slowly. “I-I can do that.”

“Good.” He smiled, pulling you in to kiss you again.

The next day at school was different, to say the least. Chanyeol insisted on holding your hand throughout the hallways, and soon enough whispers were spreading around. Every time you walked by a group of girls they would practically scan you, a permanent scowl on their faces.

The two of you stopped in front of your first hour class. Your back was against some of the lockers and he was in front of you, hands on your hips. He leaned close to you to whisper into your ear.

“I’ll see you later.” He told you. “You’re coming to my place today, right?”

“Mhm.” You hummed in response. He moved away to peck your lips.

“I’ll see you in an hour.” He squeezed your hips gently before he walked off. You walked into your class and sat in your usual seat, ready to ignore Junmyeon and whatever he had to say about you or Chanyeol.

It was a work hour, so you had your phone on your desk, your headphones plugged in and your music distracting you from the annoying people in your class. Unfortunately for you, you’d sat behind Junmyeon the whole year.

When your music suddenly turned off you looked up to see what happened. Junmyeon had your phone in his hand, the disconnected headphones in the other. You groaned and grabbed your phone from him before you grabbed your headphones as well. You took them out and glared at him.

“Well don’t you look happy today.” He smirked at you. “So I heard you and Chanyeol are a thing now. He must really want to get into your pants. What’s so special about you?”

“Not sure.” You shrugged, continuing with the worksheet you’d gotten when class started. “Why don’t you ask Chan?”

“I think I know why.” He nodded, narrowing his eyes. “He wants in your pants but you’ve gotta trust him first.” He contemplated. “And virgins are always just better. Tighter.” You attempted to ignore him, your grip on your pencil tightening.

He knew what he was doing and he knew damn well how to get a reaction out of you.

“C’mon, why Chanyeol? If you were really that desperate -”

“Good Lord, you don’t know how to shut up.” You groaned, rolling your eyes. “Have you ever stopped to think that maybe I like Chanyeol?” You frowned when he laughed.

“Sweetheart, there’s no liking a guy like Chanyeol. Really? And besides, you’ll see eventually. He’s using you to get off and then he’ll be done.” The humor in his voice started fading. “And you like me.”

“No I don’t, I don’t like you or your giant ego.” You scoffed.

“Just remember that I warned you. Don’t come crying to me when he fucks you over.” Junmyeon turned around after that. What was his sudden interest in you? After six years of not speaking, he was now trying to say that he was protecting you? That was enough to make you laugh.

You arrived at the class you shared with Chanyeol. You’d already had to deal with Junmyeon so you were stressed. You sat next to Chanyeol, who was talking with a couple boys that you recognized. There was Jongin, Sehun, and Yixing. You’d only met them briefly before.

You talked to them more than you ever had before. They were nice to you, even Sehun, who had a reputation of being cold. You actually enjoyed talking with them until the hour was over. You wouldn’t be able to see Chanyeol until the day was over and he seemed to have more of a problem with that than you did.

Once you got to Chanyeol’s place, you barely made it through the front door before he had you pushed against it. His lips worked against yours easily, waiting only a few seconds before he added his tongue.

He kissed you deeply, his body relaxing only when you kissed him back. You loved his lips on yours more than anything. He nipped on your bottom lip and you gasped, grabbing onto his arms. His hands found your wrists and he pinned them next to your head.

“Tell me to stop.” He whined against your lips.

“I don’t want to tell you to stop.” You mumbled back to him. His hands reached down to grab your thighs and lift you up, your legs wrapping around his waist on instinct. You kissed him again, feeling his hands playing with the shirt you wore.

“Fuck, you drive me crazy.” He told you. “I just want you to like it too -”

“Teach me how to get you off.” You basically commanded him. “I-I want to suck your dick.” He closed his eyes and groaned before quickly carrying you to his bedroom. He dropped you onto the bed, steadying you once he climbed on top.

“You really want that?” He asked, kissing your neck.

“Please, Chan.” You tangled your fingers in his hair.

“How could I ever say no to you?” He hummed, moving away from you to pull his shirt over his head. You followed his lead, pulling your shirt off. That left you in a black bra that you’d worn particularly for this occasion.

He stared at you, looking at your exposed skin as he began to palm himself through his jeans. You quickly reached for the button of them, helping him pull them down his abnormally long legs. You saw the bulge in his boxers and you were already intimidated. You’d never seen a dick in person and the fact that this was Chanyeol made it worse.

“Y-you don’t have to.” Chanyeol reminded you. “You can just use your hand...or I can use my hand, it’s okay.” However, you couldn’t help but notice how needy he was. He was probably throbbing and all you wanted to do was feel him.

“Well...what if I want to use my mouth?” You told him. He took a deep breath.

“Well, I mean, if that’s what you want.” His voice was strained. He let his head fall back against the headboard and that’s when you decided to straddle his lap. The breath caught in his throat and his hips bucked into yours.

“I’m gonna start now.” You told him. You scooted down on his legs until you were at a comfortable position. He moaned when you pulled his boxers down and you had to admit that it was doing things to you. You watched as his cock slapped against his stomach. He was bigger than you thought he’d be and you just wanted to touch him. His tip was red, nearly dripping with precum.

“You really don’t have to - fuck.” His voice broke off into a whiny moan when you wrapped your fingers around him. You moved your hand on his cock slowly, exploring what you could do to him and what made him feel good. You played with his tip, spreading the precum around. You felt his body tense.

“Can I -?”

“You don’t have to ask.” His hands were gripping the sheets, his bottom lip in between his teeth. You nodded slowly before dipping your head down, flicking your tongue across his tip to taste him. He cursed under his breath.

You wrapped your lips around his tip, experimenting the different ways you could pleasure him. You took him further into your mouth, feeling him shift under you as he tried as hard as he could to control himself.

“C-can you take more?” He was breathless, fighting with his instincts.

You simply nodded, slipping him further into your mouth. Your eyes watered as he hit the back of your throat and you attempted to suppress your gag. You ran your tongue along his length and hollowed your cheeks. Moans were now slipping out of his mouth and you had a feeling he was close but you knew he would tell you when he was.

“Shit, I’m gonna cum.” The words alone were enough to soak your panties, Chanyeol’s raspy voice letting them dance through the air. “Stop, I’m gonna -” His hips thrusted up, hitting the back of your throat. You couldn’t help but gag, the tears springing to your eyes as you felt him spill down your throat.

You swallowed it, having no other choice really, and pulled yourself off of Chanyeol’s cock. His eyes were closed, his head thrown back against his headboard. He took a deep, shaky breath before he pounced on you, flipping you over on your back and pulling your pants and panties down in one pull.

“Your turn.” He smirked at you before dipping his head down and licking up your slit.

You bucked your hips into his face, a moan already escaping your lips. You felt him smirk against you as his tongue continued to slide up and down your core.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so wet. Is this from sucking me off?” He asked, the vibrations against your core driving you crazy. You whined in response, feeling his tongue tease your clit. He wasn’t wasting any time today; his fingers found their way to your entrance quickly and slid right inside you.

Your fingers tangled in his hair and he began pumping his fingers at an insane pace, making your toes curl with pleasure as you tugged on his hair. You pulled particularly hard and a low, sexy growl fell from his lips and against your core. You were close and even though you knew he was going to be able to tell, you warned him.

“Chan, I’m close.” You whined, pushing his head further into your core. He moaned against you, even going as far as to speed his fingers up. Your body arched and spasmed as you finished, a loud moan leaving your lips. He sat up, sucking his fingers into his mouth as he regained his breath.

“Consider us even.”

You spent the next few hours at Chanyeol’s, both of you calmed down after that and you managed to spend a good majority of the time there laughing and smiling over dumb things. You hated that the clock continued to count down until you went home. You didn’t want to go home and you didn’t want to leave Chanyeol.

Eventually, you had to go. Chanyeol drove you home, kissing you softly before he walked you up to your door. He pulled you close to him again and he kissed you a little less softly as you stumbled backwards. You smiled into his kiss before you returned it.

“I don’t want to go.” He mumbled. “Is your mom home?”

“Unfortunately.” You replied, feeling him pull you into a hug. “You can still come in.”

“I know.” He giggled. “I couldn’t have stayed anyway. I’m supposed to go somewhere with Yixing and Sehun.”

“Well then go.” You nudged him gently.

“I...don’t want to.” He shrugged.

“Go on. We can do something tomorrow. Go be with your friends.” You stood on the tips of your toes to kiss him before you started pushing him away from your door. “Go.”

“Okay, okay, I’m going.” He reluctantly let his fingertips fall from your arms and you waited outside until he drove off. You walked back inside and ran into your mom, nearly jumping into the air.

“Where were you with that boy?” She asked you, her arms crossed over her chest.

“That boy? Mom, you know Chanyeol. I was just hanging out with -”

“Where?”

“We were at his house.” You frowned. “Mom, what’s going on?”

“Were his parents there?” You’d never seen your mom as mad as she was now.

“W-well, no, but I -”

“That’s enough.” Your mom said. “I don’t want you to see him anymore.” Your jaw dropped and you were stunned.

“Where is this coming from?” You asked her.

“That Kim boy told me what that boyfriend of yours is like. I don’t want someone like that for my daughter.” She told you. “I mean it. He’s not allowed here and you’re not allowed there.”

“And Junmyeon’s better? He’s the same way! Chanyeol hasn’t even -”

“Don’t talk back to me.” Your mother snapped at you.

“Mom, I’m almost eighteen, you can’t stop me from seeing anybody.” You’d never quite heard your mother this aggressive.

“I can’t believe you would do that to yourself. And so soon into a relationship -”

“What do you think I did with him?” You scoffed, letting your jaw drop.

“No more.” Your mom pointed her finger at you. “He’s not allowed in this house.”

“But mom -”

“No. I don’t trust him.” Your mom had the last words. She walked away from you, leaving you stunned as you processed what just happened. You were furious. Who did Junmyeon think he was, coming in to your house and telling your mother what Chanyeol had done in the past? What part of that was his business?

You stormed out of your house, not even bothering to knock on Junmyeon’s door as you invited yourself in. His parents were rarely there so you went right up to his room. Blinded by anger, you opened the door, only to recoil and quickly exit once again.

The image of Junmyeon naked and on top of someone would most likely never leave your mind now. For some reason, you were almost angry. Were you really angry about what he told your mother or were you angry because he was with a girl? You knew how Junmyeon was, this shouldn’t have surprised you.

You regained your senses and ran back down the stairs, hoping that you could somehow get that out of your memory. You heard his bedroom door open but you just kept going. You almost made it to his front door when you felt him grab your wrist. You flinched and refused to look at him.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” His voice was sharper than you’d ever heard before but you still refused to look at him.

“I was mad.” You attempted to jerk your wrist away from him, but his grip just tightened. You clenched your eyes shut and hoped he would let you go.

“Because I was protecting you?” He scoffed.

“For fucks sake!” You successfully pulled yourself away from him, suddenly not caring. “How many times do I have to tell you that I don’t need to be protected? Why do you even care? You haven’t for six years but as soon as I have a guy in the picture -”

“Is that what you came here for? To yell at me?” He asked. You took in his appearance. He’d slid a pair of sweatpants on and a t-shirt.

“I guess it doesn’t matter anymore.” You shook your head. “I’ll let you get back to whatever her name is -”

“Are you really - you’re fucking jealous.” He scoffed, taking a step away from you.

“As if.” You retorted. “Why would I give a fuck about a girl who you’re going to forget by tomorrow anyway? Why would I want to be one of those girls?”

“You never would’ve been one of them.” He said it loudly, sharply, but it made your heart nearly stop beating in your chest. “There’s not many people I fucking care about in this world. Do you want to know why I tried to warn you? Because you’re one of those people.”

“You’ve got a fucked up way of showing it.” You shook your head. “Because you leave the people you care about behind. You let them wonder what they fucking did wrong. Fuck you, Junmyeon, you have some fucked up priorities.” You turned to leave again, but he grabbed you, pulling you close to him again.

Your eyes began to well with tears as you felt so small, pressed against his chest as he stared right at you. He sat like that for a second, but before you knew it, his lips were on yours. Maybe you kissed him back - and if you did, it was only for a second before you pushed him away.

“Get off of me.” You yelled at him, pushing hard at his chest. He stumbled backwards and his jaw dropped.

“Don’t -”

“Shut up.” You snapped at him. “Why don’t you ever just leave me alone? Do you realize how much of a shitty person you are?” You took a deep breath before you continued. “Will you stop fucking leading me on like I’m a fucking toy? The fuck is wrong with you?”

“Leading you on?” He frowned, his face softening as he looked at you. You could’ve sworn that you saw his own tears welling in his eyes.

“That’s what you’ve been doing since we were kids, you dumbass!” You yelled at him, no longer holding back. “Fuck, I loved you. I was in love with you, it hurt so badly when you left but I stayed quiet because I wanted what was best for you. Do you think about anyone other than yourself?”

“(Y/N) -”

“No. I’m done thinking about you. I’m done wishing for something that I can’t have because you’re an insensitive dick. I’m done.” You were about to turn away from him when you saw the first tear slip from his eye. “Don’t cry, your toy upstairs might actually think you have feelings.”

You left his house, slamming the door behind you.

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noirrrefic-blog · 7 years

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I need help

You see the title… It’s pretty pathetic of me to do this, to see I’ve become this desperate to push away what little friends I had and being too scared to talk to anyone.

So I suppose I’m an anxious person. I’m a girl, 17 years old. I used to be so full of myself, a show off even. Fearless. And to see how I am being so scared and think so little of myself…

Here’s my story of how it all srarted. I doubt anyone would see this since I litteraly have no friends whatsoever here on tumblr, not that I even TRIED to make any.

It all started when we moved out of our house to the capital, in a small apartment. My dad never tells us his plans until tge last minute and we have no voice to speak for his decisions. I know he means well to take us there, not that it’d hurt to warn us but we eventually got used to it. Fights and yelling started to increase noticeably compared to usual, from little things such as we’re dirty, lazy, don’t clean up enough. Don’t study enough. So not like our cousins. And it doesn’t help that my brother, my only sibling, was starting to steal more and more oftenly, from us, his family. He became such a great liar and litteraly a useless guy who just eats and shits, on top of being a theif and a liar, he wasn’t even making any effort into his studies. Which all makes more and more pressure on me from my parents “ to not be like him ”. 5 years since we’re here in the capital, every year changing house, I never got to make any good friends and we’re gone. Again and again. At this point, I’m becoming fat, not too much, I just eat out of stress and my dad just keeps commenting on how fat I am, how ugly my face is becoming (assuming it’s from my food although the doctor says it’s hormonal) and basically belittles me on everything. Whatever I do is never enough, be it cleaning, my appearance, cooking, studies or anything. And like whatever bad thing has to be my fault. Even studies, when I clearly do my best in front of him and don’t reach to super grades, he found the new excuse that it’s because of my lack of faith in god. He now uses it for many other things. Years of being repeated the same degrading words and blames I’m accepting them all that they’re true, compared to my model smart perfect cousins? I’m just a pile of shit. I became way too sensitive, cry over every little thing, gaining more weight, my school grades decreasing just the same as my self esteem. I tried several times to make him understand that what he says to me is hurting me, his reply? Something that has to do with god and shit that goes like “ A real friend is the one who offers you your defaults. ” I know. But what about being a parent and giving your child occasional compliments? I get nothing of those. I don’t speak about my mother and brother because I know they’re affected too even though I now hate my brother. I don’t blame them.

Now every night I imagine finally exploding and different scenarios of how it’d go. Mainly of me screaming and breaking things. And then the most unexpected thing is that it happened, like 2 months ago now. And how I regret it and wish I’d just kept it to myself. I did break once my dad kept asking me questions like why are you always so sad you disgust me that you don’t appreciate my efforts and “ Am I a monster?”

I was so pathetic, I just cried loudly. I didn’t know how to answer his questions. And from all scenarios I imagined, I never expected him to react to me like I was possessed or something. Saying those religious words… He just kept pointing out that I was so far gone that I’m even shaking which only made me sob more. I told him, about all how worthless I feel and just wanted encouragement. His reply was mostly just “ You’re just so ungrateful for everything I do to you. Other people don’t live like you. You should be graetful.Now tell me what’s gotten you like this? We’re trying to talk and look at you! You won’t talk, not even look at us– ” No matter what I said he kept repeating that I have to talk. Basically meaning that I wasn’t making any sense so I shouted and got up… the first time I pulled such a stunt, really. I thought to just go back to my room, cry till sleep like usual but then my mom pushed me to the shower and put cold water on me, just as angry as my dad. She too told me “ Calm down. What are you so ungrateful for? Your dad is trying to help and you just ignore him! Do you even realize how lucky you are and you’re just rude! What do you even need? You don’t get enough encouragement with all things we buy you? ” But it’s not about money…. no. I just wanted to feel loved. Instead, she really slapped me. Hard. 4 times. To calm down? I don’t know. But i did stop crying, the slaps didn’t even hurt much. Not like my heart did at that moment. It was like I really never expected that, from all things. I didn’t get hit ever since I was a kid. And I get slapped for breaking down after years of bottling up my feelings? I just stopped caring then. My dad joined and they both kept lecturing me about not reading Quoran and praying and so. So I just agreed with them hoping for it to be over. That it’s still all my fault… well, I suppose it maybe is. Me being so sensitive and all. I know those are my defaults, I’m not like my cousins, I try, never appreciated, but I really tried. But years of hearing the same words just gets me. I just let them speak until they said I should change because I was shaking too much from the cold of the water. I doubt it. I didn’t feel cold. But whatever.

And then….? Hah, right after tomorrow he said he booked tickets for London. For 10 days. The flight was that very night, yet another plan he made without telling us until last minute. Oh, and then I was so right about what I expected was to come, completely ignoring what happened last night, except for the occasional teasing about things I said when crying (which makes me want to burry myself) pointing how I should be happy because others don’t go on such holidays. (Wow. ) And more like getting dragged around the city like dogs behind my dad more than anything else. I kepts getting hurtful comments when I try to help, pretend I was fine. I realize it’s just making me more and more distant from them. Because they clearly will never understand me. But what hurts me most is that I even HAVE to smile. Because trip. Haha. Both my parents keep telling me to at least smile and stop being so selfish. Idk why, but he kept telling me selfish, not just for the lack of smile. Because yes, even when I’m sad I usually ALWAYS am smiling in attempt to brighten the mood. I always get told that I smile a lot from people. And to hear “ You’re not even capable of smiling…” It made me realize that I indeed I’m no longer smiling like “ usual”.

I’m a mess. Really. My only friend and best friend is from another country I met on Facebook. I told her my problens and her only response is that she understands, because she too have similar problems. And now I haven’t been talking to her since the trip when she said I was lucky. I know it’s cheap of me, but I can’t talk to ANYONE. Really. Can’t even go to a psychologist to help me. No one to understand me or tell me " it's gonna be okay" and hug me. I doubt myself so much. I'm scared of holding a phone in front of my family. Scared of being seen drawing. Scared of being seen doing "nothing". So I just close myself in my room, even with so much I have to do and responsabilites, I'm doing nothing.

And thinking of the future… hurts too. Is what I always do. My dreams would never cone true. Not in this country at least. My dad put on my passport that even as an adult I can’t get out of country unless with him. My dream job is to become a comic artist. There are none in my country and I don’t get to join art school. But even work doesn’t matter much to my family since it seems their only goal is for me to get married by forcing me to learn to clean and cook and respect to be ’ a good wife’. The idea completely disgusts me and what scares me that I don’t even have a say in this when the day comes. So I’ll study whatever, at least to keep marriage out of the way…. for now. And funny is that a girl can’t even live on her own in this country. Makes me hate this country, this stupid family. And this stupid religion that was forced on me. I hate it. I hate it all. I wish I had the courage to say it to them.

How I miss little innocent, confident and optimistic me. Full of dreams that seemed so close only to be crushed by reality.

Hah… well, that was long. I’m sure I have more to say even. It’s 4 am and I just wrote whatever came to me. Wish I could write a fanfic this long in so short time, heh….. I’m not sure what people would say even if they went through the trouble to read it. But whoever does, thank you. I appreciate it.

And I still at least got something iff of my chest.

#anxitey #me #sad #depressed #about me #help #help me #rant #random #my story

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alittleroseandhoneyblog-blog · 5 years

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Boymom- It’s an experience not a description

Boy: (Boi)

1. The wildest of all animal

2. A noise with dirt on it

3. Most precious to their mothers!

Mom: (Mam)

1. Hero that does whatever it takes to get shit done

2. Absolutely never wrong about anything. Ever!

“You’re crazy” – I have heard that about a dozen times leading up to this weekend but mostly from parents as they happily dropped their children off at what has turned out to be a “thing” two years in a row. But here is what I learned this week about being a little crazy – It makes for one hell of a time.

I’ve always had a thing with parties, as a teenager my birthday was a month long event that usually ended with some sort of party (which was the benefits of living in the country) my sweet 16 went down as one of the best parties of the year – and probably one of the best memories looking back and but now parties and holidays are no longer about me, which is fine (I guess) but they’ve become about everyone else because I am so busy putting it together- because Christmas Cheer and birthday parties would not exist without someone creating it and I can’t remember the last time “Santa” left a gift under the tree for me (which maybe puts me on the naughty list.) Either way, I’ve admitted it before I am guilty of being that mom who totally goes over board for Colton – his birthdays, Christmas, Easter – even Valentines day the kid expected something just because he exists but honestly, I obsess over it.

We celebrated his birthday 4 times this year – I am not even joking and not because I found it necessary to eat that much pizza, cake and ice cream (although I will not complain) We come from a family who are all separated- This means 4 nannies, 3 grandpas, 2 great grandparents, 3 aunts, 4 uncles, 6 cousins and 21 kids from their class all within the last 14 days.…. I am going to let you all process that for a second because I am not sure I have even processed it- I had nightmares about never ending birthday parties last night lol.

But I have the secret for surviving being able to pull off the party of the year without going bat shit crazy….

are you ready for the secret?

Find a mama who is just as crazy as you are and suddenly your crazy won’t seem as crazy lol!

I just so happen to have found a mama that is not only pretty bad ass herself, just as obsessive over her kid and guess what- just as crazy, if not crazier then I am! lol But she has a son named Logan (who is also pretty bad ass) who just so happens to be best friends with Colton who just so happens to be born 5 days apart from on another and when they aren’t getting mad at one each other for butting in line they are completely inseparable-

Kayla and I along with the boys (and without-which usually includes sangria and apps lol) have made some pretty awesome memories from waterparks and splashpads to family zoo trips and demolition derbies but I have to admit my favourite have been the last 2 years where we have combined the boys birthday parties and not only cut the costs in half but realistically the work- last year we had a smaller party of about 12 kids (at my house) with a magician- the theory was that they would stay upstairs in the attic where all of the toys were (WRONG btw, lol) and any of the adults who were brave enough to stay could hang out in the kitchen and graze the abundance of food they Kayla and I seem to always make- Better to have more, right?

This year was a no brainer to do the party together again, so when the boys birthday started to creep up we started to explore our options, but as they get older birthday parties get really expensive, we looked into sky zone which is about $400 for just the venue alone and we still needed to feed the minions, not to mention it was capped at 8 kids. Kingpin was slightly cheaper but again limited to 8 kids and anyone additional was about $10 each and that left us at picking and choosing who the boys would want -so we thought about maybe hosting it again at my house? but last year I swore off multiple children running around playing tag in my house and If I am being honest I didn’t have it in me to host it, so Kayla suggested the indoor soccer field where it holds up to 30 people, was perfectly priced and didn’t leave us picking and choosing kids - not to mention it came with an hour of running around on the soccer field. But birthday parties at 7 are so different then birthday parties at 5- it used to be family and close friends and their kids because up until JR kindergarten they aren’t running in any circles but then all of a sudden they have little friends, and in our case- girlfriends – and with our kids, although they are in the same class they have different friends as well so when it came to who to Invite how could we not invite the entire class- yes, all 21 of them…and the theory behind that (which we should stop doing because we are NEVER right lol) was to invite everyone, thinking not everyone will come…. Absolutely not the case lol they all showed up and let me tell you this- I have a new found respect for their teacher…any teacher actually- and I thank you because when every single one of them were screaming at the top of their lungs around the party table and it was me against 21 wild lions, you’re clapping method saved me- and I had a brief moment of silence to say what I needed to say.. but it was brief…let’s not get excited here

Lol- they went back to their regularly schedule screaming directly after.

What we learned from last year was that the children did not stay in the attic with all the toys and fun, they wanted to run, and jump on my bed or up and down the stairs and that putting the candy out at the beginning of the party was seriously not the brightest idea- and this year we used it to bribe the kids into a group photo! Lol We thought this year that providing a massive soccer field was just a brilliant idea and for many reasons it was, but we did not account for the multiple soccer balls being kicked around or the 32 year old man (aka my husband) who forgot he was playing with a bunch of 7 year old’s and lets just say Colton got a soccer ball to the face! (way to go dad) lol but honestly with very limited injuries- we survived and without alcohol – not to say we didn’t drink after!

So yes, “Crazy” was warranted, but is it crazy to want to include every single child when kids these days already struggle to fit in- to teach them at 7 to be inclusive – and Kayla and I struggled with the girls vs boys thing because many of the girls have been in their “circle” for 3 years now and it was impossible to not include them even when both the boys were against the girls coming (for about 5 minutes) I said it at the beginning, being a boy mom is not a description-it’s an experience and you kind of just have to go with the flow- where as the girls were more easier to deal with and just wanted to run wild, one of the boys told me he touched poop….while his hands were behind his back…. I’m not even joking – and outside of laughing a little I simply asked him to wash his hands and moved on- because it’s an experience Lol

Many of the parents though once they realized Kayla and I had it completely under control did comment on how genius it was to combine the party and I couldn’t agree more- the best of both worlds in my eyes!

I have to say watching them play together almost as if it was just a regular gym class was pretty neat- even with the 2 hours full of “I’m thirsty, I’m Hungry, and I need to go to the bathroom” and Kayla tied the same little girls shoe about 12 times because apparently we don’t use Velcro anymore lol but honestly – It was complete organized chaos and was a gentle reminder on why I only have one child and not a small army! They were cute but I was happy when 2:30 rolled around and parents started showing up to claim their children! Lol

I love being able to do those things with Kayla, these two have become such a huge part of our lives since we all met 3 years ago and although the boys fight like brothers and sometimes the waters get a little high they have always worked through it and Matt has even accepted that he has 2 wives and 2 children lol but honestly we are so lucky to have them!

One thing we did learn from this year though is that with 21 children and in my case 4 nannies, 3 grandpas, 2 great grand parents, 3 aunts, 4 uncles, 6 cousins comes with a mountain full of presents that truly is the last thing this kid needs- I could probably open my own toy shop with the amount of unopened boxes of lego, robots, cars and so much more- and if we could have changed one thing it would have been instead of bringing a present to have each child bring 5 bucks that the kids could have donated or put together and done something for their class- something I think we will try next time, that is if the boys don’t outgrow double birthday parties!

6 was a real treat- here’s to 7 and whatever experience is next!

#boymom

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The Audacity of Kim Junmyeon (4)

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It was silent as the show played in the background. You felt your eyes begin to droop and you sighed, curling closer to him. He tightened his grip on you.

“Are you tired?” He asked you.

“Just a little.” You replied, your voice muffled by his shirt.

He went as far as to intertwine your fingers together. You were surprised just how well your fingers fit with his.

“I…” He paused, turning away from you. “Nevermind.” You stopped washing the dish in your hands and raised your eyebrows at him.

“No, now you have to tell me.” You pouted.

“What would you do if I told you I liked you?” He blurted out, only giving you a few seconds to comprehend before he continued. “Hypothetically, that is.”

“Well, then I guess I’d hypothetically have to tell you the truth.” You shrugged, putting the dish down in the sink.

“You drive me crazy, you know that?” He whined. “I’m not supposed to have feelings and I don’t like them. But I like you.” You smiled at his words, tilting your head to the side.

“Feelings are good.” You replied. “Everyone has them.”

“That was random.” You giggled.

“No, it wasn’t.” He replied. “I like you. Date me.”

“Date you?”

“Yes. Be my girlfriend.” His words were practically making your heart jump out of your chest.

“You really want that?” You frowned. When you realized your hands were still on his arms, you let him go.

“I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t want that.” He said, his humorous side seemingly nonexistent at the moment. “Tell me you’ll be my girlfriend.”

“Oh, uh, yeah.” You nodded slowly. “I-I can do that.”

“Good.” He smiled, pulling you in to kiss you again.

The two of you stopped in front of your first hour class. Your back was against some of the lockers and he was in front of you, hands on your hips. He leaned close to you to whisper into your ear.

“I’ll see you later.” He told you. “You’re coming to my place today, right?”

“Mhm.” You hummed in response. He moved away to peck your lips.

“Well don’t you look happy today.” He smirked at you. “So I heard you and Chanyeol are a thing now. He must really want to get into your pants. What’s so special about you?”

“Not sure.” You shrugged, continuing with the worksheet you’d gotten when class started. “Why don’t you ask Chan?”

He knew what he was doing and he knew damn well how to get a reaction out of you.

“C’mon, why Chanyeol? If you were really that desperate -”

“Good Lord, you don’t know how to shut up.” You groaned, rolling your eyes. “Have you ever stopped to think that maybe I like Chanyeol?” You frowned when he laughed.

“No I don’t, I don’t like you or your giant ego.” You scoffed.

“Tell me to stop.” He whined against your lips.

“Fuck, you drive me crazy.” He told you. “I just want you to like it too -”

“You really want that?” He asked, kissing your neck.

“Please, Chan.” You tangled your fingers in his hair.

“Well...what if I want to use my mouth?” You told him. He took a deep breath.

“Can I -?”

“C-can you take more?” He was breathless, fighting with his instincts.

“Your turn.” He smirked at you before dipping his head down and licking up your slit.

You bucked your hips into his face, a moan already escaping your lips. You felt him smirk against you as his tongue continued to slide up and down your core.

“Consider us even.”

“I don’t want to go.” He mumbled. “Is your mom home?”

“Unfortunately.” You replied, feeling him pull you into a hug. “You can still come in.”

“I know.” He giggled. “I couldn’t have stayed anyway. I’m supposed to go somewhere with Yixing and Sehun.”

“Well then go.” You nudged him gently.

“I...don’t want to.” He shrugged.

“Go on. We can do something tomorrow. Go be with your friends.” You stood on the tips of your toes to kiss him before you started pushing him away from your door. “Go.”

“Where were you with that boy?” She asked you, her arms crossed over her chest.

“That boy? Mom, you know Chanyeol. I was just hanging out with -”

“Where?”

“We were at his house.” You frowned. “Mom, what’s going on?”

“Were his parents there?” You’d never seen your mom as mad as she was now.

“W-well, no, but I -”

“That’s enough.” Your mom said. “I don’t want you to see him anymore.” Your jaw dropped and you were stunned.

“Where is this coming from?” You asked her.

“And Junmyeon’s better? He’s the same way! Chanyeol hasn’t even -”

“Don’t talk back to me.” Your mother snapped at you.

“Mom, I’m almost eighteen, you can’t stop me from seeing anybody.” You’d never quite heard your mother this aggressive.

“I can’t believe you would do that to yourself. And so soon into a relationship -”

“What do you think I did with him?” You scoffed, letting your jaw drop.

“No more.” Your mom pointed her finger at you. “He’s not allowed in this house.”

“But mom -”

“What the fuck are you doing here?” His voice was sharper than you’d ever heard before but you still refused to look at him.

“I was mad.” You attempted to jerk your wrist away from him, but his grip just tightened. You clenched your eyes shut and hoped he would let you go.

“Because I was protecting you?” He scoffed.

“Is that what you came here for? To yell at me?” He asked. You took in his appearance. He’d slid a pair of sweatpants on and a t-shirt.

“I guess it doesn’t matter anymore.” You shook your head. “I’ll let you get back to whatever her name is -”

“Are you really - you’re fucking jealous.” He scoffed, taking a step away from you.

“As if.” You retorted. “Why would I give a fuck about a girl who you’re going to forget by tomorrow anyway? Why would I want to be one of those girls?”

“Get off of me.” You yelled at him, pushing hard at his chest. He stumbled backwards and his jaw dropped.

“Don’t -”

“Leading you on?” He frowned, his face softening as he looked at you. You could’ve sworn that you saw his own tears welling in his eyes.

“(Y/N) -”

You left his house, slamming the door behind you.

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