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blxkwxrl-blog · 3 years

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i never thought of making smuts lmao but i kinda wanna, so i hope you'll like it.

yn - your name

yfn1 - your friend(1)'s name

yfn2 - your friend(2)'s name

ycn - your crush's name

ybn - your boyfriend's name

ycgn - your crush's girlfriend's name

summer is almost over, yet youre still not done with all this school work.

you sighed as you scroll past the photos your classmates posted from their vacation. its been long since you met your boyfriend too,

so you called him up, to plan a meet. he didnt pickup.

you saw your phone beeping from texts from your friend.

yfn1: hey yn, wanna go out tomorrow? a new club opened nearby.

you: sure! will it be just the two of us?

yfn1: no no. it will be me, you, yfn2 and ycn.

you felt your heart beating a bit faster.

you: ycgn wont come?

yfn1: no shes busy.

you: okay then.

yfn1:👍

but you couldnt stop your heart racing, just by the thought of his presence near you. the guilt of having a crush on someone else, whilst being in a relationship was eating you up. but luckily yoir boyfriend was pretty understanding, so he understood your problem and let you go to the club.

you knew it was wrong,

The next day;

you got in his car, as he took the shotgun. you couldn't help but stare at his veiny arm, and his hazel eyes. "so yn, are you done with school work?"

you were so distracted by him, that you ignored the question your friend asked.

"yn are you okay?"

you startled, and nodded as a response.

you all reached the club after an hour. the music was loud, your felt your whole body vibrating, as the music blasted at its full volume.

"hey yn, do you want a drink?" he asked, you nodded, and said "just order a beer for me, i dont want to get drunk."

he nodded, and ordered two beers for him and you. your guilt was haunting you, as your boyfriend's face came to your mind. 'i shouldnt, why do i like him? i shouldnt...why..why..no.'

you felt your stomachs forming knots. a sudden nauseous feeling took over your body, just from imagining your boyfriend's face. 'i shouldnt, and i wont.'

"yn are you okay?" ycn asked, he looked concerned. "hm" you said, as you gulped down the beer. the sweet taste of the beer filled your mouth, as you talked to ycn about yourself and other things you were curious about.

"ycn look, he looks like he got laid or something" you laughed as you saw a random guy passing by, who looked extremely proud and happy, judging from his facial expressions.

"how did you know he was drunk?" ycn asked smirking at you. "experience." you replied, taking a sip of your beer. "well what kind of experience?" ycn raised his eyebrows, as he smirked at you. "ummm blowjob probably. ybn and i didnt go that far yet"

you looked away as he smirked at you more,

"show me the kind of experience you have.", judging from his words and tone, you thought he was joking. so you laughed and played along. "sure, unzip and i'll show you my godly skills."

"oh yea? then get down the chair." you were a bit shook, but you didnt show that. "sure mister. open up first."

"hey yn and ycn!" you heard your other two friends calling you. you two talked to them, and ordered food.

you and ycn sat beside eachother. "feed me" ycn said. you laughed and took your spoon. he stopped you and said "no no, with your hand"

you were a bit shy, but anyways you fed him with your hands, but there was something strange. you felt him sucking your fingers slightly. you pulled your hand out, and blushed.

"my turn!" he fed you, but to your reflex, you bit his finger. "that hurts moron", he said hitting you playfully. you hit him back. he accidentally touched your thigh, you blushed a bit,

"that was by mistake. im sorry" he said

"its okay, dont worry about it" you smiled at him.

"hey guys do you know where the washroom is?", you asked.

"i do.", ycn replied. "shall i escort you milady?" he said.

you laughed and nodded.

"hey" ycn said,

"yeah?" you replied from the washroom.

"do you want me to come in?" he joked, you played and said.

to your surprise, he did actually come in.

"what are you doing ycn?" you asked. he pinned you against the wall, you could feel his alcholic breath, hitching against your neck, as he stared deep into your eyes. you felt him leaning in closer, 'this is wrong'. 'i shouldnt do it'. 'i cant hurt ybn, but it feels weirdly right'.

for a second you gave in yourself, after battling in your mind. "haha gotch ya!". ycn laughed, as he smiled in victory.

"god youre such an idiot." you said. "noo youuu." ycn snickered back at you, as he laughed at your flustered face.

you were glad he didnt do it, but deep down you wanted him to.

"what took you two so long?" your friends asked. you laughed and said "oh we were having a quickie."

ycn nodded and smirked at you.

"hey yn" ycn called you, "mhm?" you said as you feasted on the noodles on your plate. "how are your legs so smooth? what do you use?"

you almost spat out your food, you replied "eh i dont use anything, except my razor."

ycn nodded in response.

"hey dont waste the food" you said, as you saw few pieces of meet on the plate. "do you want it ycn?" you asked.

"yes" ycn replied, "but only if you feed it to me.......with your mouth."

you were kinda flustered. there was a sudden rush of excitement, to feel his lips, but the guilt held you back.

"no no" you said,

"then", he took a piece of meat in his mouth, and put it in your mouth. you blushed hard, as you felt his lips brushing against yours.

"do you wanna take pics?" he asked. you nodded.

he wrapped his hand around his shoulder, and pulled you in. you felt warm, you could hear his heart beating rhythmatically.

it was around 8pm now,

"hey, my mom will kill me if i dont go soon. wanna go together?" you asked.

he nodded and booked a cab for you two.

"hey, you know.." he said, and leaned in closer, and kissed your cheek lightly. "youre attractive, the most attractive person ive ever met."

he leaned in, and slipped in his tongue in your mouth. you savoured every inch of his mouth, as he slid his hand under your shirt, and squeezed your breast. "this feels right, but..."

"ma'am is this your stop?" the cab driver's words broke the heat in the air. you nodded, and opened the door for yourself.

"i'll miss you yn" he said, kissing your lips for ome last time, "i'll miss you too", you whispered, as you hugged him as hard as you could for one last time, before bidding him a final farewell.

you took a heavy breath, as you walked towards your house, the guilt of cheating and being in love with someone else, made you feel sick.

but at the same time,

it all felt so right.

The next morning;

you were having the worst migrane ever, you sighed as you snuck in some aspirins in your bedroom.

the memories from last night, made you feel light, as you gulped down the bitter aspirin.

you: hey! did you reach home safely?

ycn: yeah. you?

you: yeah. sorry for not asking sooner, i passed out.

ycn: its cool.

you: so you remember last night?

ycn: what about it?

you: what you told me?

ycn: ??

you: no nevermind, my bad, i mixed you with someone else.

ycn: hm, take care.

you: yeah, you too.

you felt your heart breaking,

you felt nauseous,

you were numb.

you fell in love,

you lived your dream.

but whats the price?

a bittersweet after-taste of the alcohol.

no memories from the night,

you two confessed.

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A/N (author's note):

Hey guys! hope that you will like it. comment if you want a part 2 or a continuation,

or another imagine. i can do custom imagines too,

hope that you'll like it,

have a good day<3

#smuts #crush x reader #reader x crush #love #unrequited romance #cheating #cheating smut #spilled ink #long reads #smut shot #crush #crush smut #boy crush

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walkingdaryls · 4 years

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exposed

pairing: timothee chalamet x female!reader

request: Hello amazing person! I was wondering if you could possibly do a Timothee imagine where the reader and Timothee have been dating for a while (the reader is a famous actress) and there relationship gets exposed somehow. You can obviously alter anything you want, and I totally understand if you can't do it. Thank you so much!

warnings: swearing if that even counts lol

(also, i am clearly SO good at titles...lmao help me)

“Timmy, I think they’re onto us,” You teasingly smiles.

Timothee laughed, “What do you mean?” He belly-flopped onto the bed, leaning in close to you.

“Look, they’re making accounts about us now. This one’s called, ynandtimmyproof,” You laughed.

Timothee shook his head, taking your phone from you and scrolling through the account’s posts. All the post were pretty much reaching, but you two had to give them some credit. It was some pretty big detective shit. One post showed a picture of from your Instagram story of you at a party...it was a selfie with Emma Stone, a good friend of yours. Then in the same post, the account user placed a picture from Timothee’s own story, of him and his friends, proving you two were at the same party that night. Which was true. You two had gone together to Emma’s birthday bash, but made sure to stay separate during photos.

It wasn’t like you two were ashamed of each other. That wasn’t the case at all. But with Hollywood being such an exposing industry, and neither of you having barely any privacy, you two agreed your relationship needed to stay secret. Your friends and families knew, of course, but secret from the public. The only time either of you ever posted about each other was on each other’s instagram spam accounts. They were extremely well hidden, with only your closest friends following them. If anyone were to come across the private accounts, they wouldn’t connect it to you or Timmy.

But so far, a year and a half into your relationship, you’d been having a blast. The privacy was so nice. Sure, you had to go to some bigger extents in public to keep people from noticing you two, but it was worth it.

Once done snooping through the fans’ accounts, you began mindlessly scrolling through your camera roll.

“Wait, go back,” Timothee said, looking over your shoulder.

“Which one?” You asked. His hand hovered over yours as he picked the photo you’d skipped over. When he clicked on it, a smile suddenly appeared on your face. It was a photo of you two in some small city in France. A week long vacation you two took a six months ago before you both were going back to work in separate projects. The photo was you two sitting on a rustic balcony, overlooking the beautiful village and it’s gorgeous countryside. You were dying of laughter in the photo, due to Timothée attacking your neck with kisses. Although his face was practically buried in your neck, you could see the contagious smile etched onto his face in the photo. Your faces were so genuine, so at peace...you couldn’t help but admire it for a few more seconds.

“I love that picture,” Timothée murmured. But he wasn’t looking at photo anymore. He was looking at you, with nothing but pure love in his eyes.

You threw your phone aside, slightly blushing and running your hand through his curls. It was almost an instinct at this point. His eyes fluttered slightly at the feeling of your hand.

“I love you,” You whispered.

“I love you,” He said back with no hesitation. You didn’t have a change to say anything before he leaned down and softly pressed his lips against yours. His presence was so warm and gentle, you wanted to just melt against him.

Once the kiss broke apart, you giggled softly as you twisted one of his curls with your fingers.

He chuckled, “Why do you love my hair so much?”

“I love all of you,” You smiled, kissing him once more.

Still laying on his stomach next to you, he bashfully laid his head on the bed. He leaned over, kissing the side of your arm softly. You watched him carefully with a smile still broad on your face.

With a loud “oomf”, you turned onto your back and laid down next to him, closing your eyes. You could feel the warmth of his body, and his fingers just barely caressing your cheeks, and all you could think was, this is the perfect moment to take a nap.

You felt Timothée reach over you, “You look so cute right now.” You opened your eyes to see him unlocking his phone.

Your boyfriend laid his head back down, before pulling his hoodie over his head, and leaning into you. The camera app was open, and you gladly leaned into him as well. With sleepy eyes, you decided to look at Timothee instead of the camera. He took the picture with a soft smile on his face.

He brought the phone down, taking a good look at his photo. You loved it. In it, you were gazing at him with adoration in your eyes.

“We never look at the camera at the same time,” Timothée joked. You giggled.

“That’s actually so cute though, send it to me.”

“Okay,” He said, “Imma post it on the spam, too.” You gave him a lazy thumbs up.

He mindlessly posted it with the caption, “Do I have something on my face?” which led you to shoving him lightly as a joke.

“I’m tired, too. Let’s nap!” He looked like a giddy little kid as he threw his phone to the side and spooned you. You sighed happily, melting into his touch. A few minutes passed with Timmy’s quiet snores in your ears, before you felt your phone buzz next to you.

You ignored it. You were too lazy to move.

But then another buzz. And another.

And another. Another.

Then your phone began ringing.

“Jesus Christ,” You said loudly. Timothee slightly jumped, but let go of you so you could grab your phone.

“Who is it?” Timothée asked groggily.

Your eyebrows furrowed, “Florence.” You two were pretty close friends thanks to Timmy, but you knew she wasn’t a phone call kind of person. Why was she spamming you?

“Hello?” You held the phone up to your ear.

“Y/N!” She screamed through the phone.

You jumped, “Florence, what? What happened?”

“When did you and Timmy decide to go public??? I’M SO EXCITED FOR YOU TWO!” She screamed. Your head shot up to look at Timothée, your eyes wide. Timothee saw the look on your face which only caused him to sit up in concern.

“Florence, what the fuck are you talking about? W-We didn’t go public.”

Timothee’s face scrunched in confusion before he slapped his face in realization. He reached for his phone at the speed of lightning. But you were still a bit lost.

Florence gasped, “But Timmy’s post....oh shit. That idiot.”

You almost dropped your phone. Florence quickly let you go, knowing you were going to start freaking out. You bid her a quick goodbye before hanging up and watching Timothée carefully.

“Fuck, I’m so stupid,” He muttered.

“Did you accidentally post that selfie to your main account?”

He nodded bashfully, showing the post. In just mere minutes, thousands upon thousands of comments flooded his instagram. And yours, you were guessing.

“I-I’m so sorry. Fuck, I’m so sorry. This is why I can’t post shit while I’m sleepy,” He began nervously rubbing his leg up and down while anxiously looking at the comments.

Your shoulders dropped, and a light smile spread on your face. You crawled over to him, taking the phone from him. You didn’t delete the post. No, you simply turned off the comments. Timothee looked at with slight confusion.

Grabbing his face, you comforted him. “Timmy, I’m not mad at you. I mean, now we kinda have this weight off our shoulders, right?”

“B-But I thought-“

You shook your head, “I love you, Timmy. People were bound to find out anyways. Maybe it was a sign from the Universe or something.”

He looked down, chuckling softly, “So everything’s okay?”

“Everything’s okay.”

“I love you,” He hugged you.

“I love you more.”

Timothee pulled away, “Now those proof accounts are gonna lose their shit.”

You laughed loudly.

You two were gonna be more than okay.

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#timothee x reader #timothée chalamet x reader #timothee chalamet #x reader #imagine #timothee chalamet imagine

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randomoranges · 2 years

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two for the price of 1 today.

another blurb inspired by real life. also i don’t know what an orthopédagogue is in english. they take kids who have learning difficulties and do mini sessions with them for 45 mins 2-3 times a week to help them and such. but they are not considered special ed teachers here. anyways.

anyways this is all in good fun

teacher au

Hot Dad Alert

“How was your day?” Étienne asks, later on, when he’s home, from the comforts of their living room couch. He’d had to stay late at school and hadn’t wanted Edward to wait up for him, considering he finished early and so, they had not been able to catch up on their day on the ride back.

Edward looks up from the paper he’d been trying to grade and shrugs, “Average.” He picks up his pen again and then pauses, “Oh, I was informed I have a hot dad in my class. Well, a student of mine has a hot dad.”He answers, nonchalant.

“Oh?” Étienne sits closer, suddenly that much more interested and Edward rolls his eyes, amused. “Should I be worried?” He jokes and Edward shoves his shoulder with one of the decorative pillows.

“Yes. I’m going to chat him up next week at parent teacher interviews and then leave you to have a hot torrid love affair with him.”

They both laugh at the absurdity of it.

“Hang on, I can show you.” Edward put the paper down and reaches for his phone on the coffee table before he opens up Instagram.

“You’re friends with him?”

“No – the ortho, Roxanne, she showed me at lunch today. She likes to find parents’ social media and see if any of them are hot. Don’t ask. Nothing too serious though, obviously.”

Étienne doesn’t pass judgement, having deep dived on Facebook before, looking at former classmates profiles and such. So long as no active stalking is involved.

“Here, see for yourself.”

Edward hands him the phone and Étienne is careful not to accidentally like any photos. He scrolls through a few and he whistles low. Roxanne was right. The man is quite attractive and the way the photos are shot are very aesthetically pleasing. There are the obvious photos from past vacations, beach shots, pictures taken from gorgeous verandas in exotic locations, workout photos, and such. The man has just the right amount of facial hair, piercing blue eyes and sandy hair that seems to be perfectly tousled in every picture.

“I see what she means.” Étienne says after a while.

“Right? So, no hard feelings if I run off with him?”

Étienne chuckles as he hands his boyfriend his phone back. “Bold of you to assume I won’t get to him first.”

Edward pretends to look offended, even going so far as to put a hand on his chest, “You wound me, Maisonneuve. I thought we were the Real Deal.”

Étienne pushes his arm aside so that he can properly snuggle up to him and grins when he feels Edward start to play with his hair. “We are.” He pauses for a moment, enjoying the moment, “We could always share.”

Edward’s laugh is answer enough.

FIN

#pc: montreal #pc: edmonton #edward murphy #étienne maisonneuve #au #fic #teacher au

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ball-jointed-dragon · 6 years

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I need to get this off my chest

For those who do not wish to look at my personal problems, please scroll on. These thoughts actually become very personal and deep for me.

For most of my life, I’ve been, and still am, a rather angry person. I get mad at things easily, and it takes me a while to let things go or simply forget about things that make me sick to my stomach.

Going through elementary was easy, because back then, all anyone cared about was the playground, who you were gonna sit with, etch etch.

I never had a problem with this. I was that kid with one friend and books who sat on the bench and read. However, there is one vivid memory from elementary about that one friend.

I’ll say her name was Penny. Penny was my friend. Hell, she let me come over to her house. She was the best. But the others didn’t like me. I got angry, I hit, I yelled, and many other things. So, they decided that if they couldn’t hurt me, they would hurt Penny...

One recess, everyone surrounded Penny. What they did still pisses me off because I know it was because of me.

They all, at once, screamed. Think about it. 15-20 kids, screaming at the top of their lungs, not too far from you. It was awful. It was deafening, almost.

I went to the teacher and told, but they did nothing. They probably thought I was trying to use my ‘privaleges’ that I ‘had’ cause I was the kid with a huge scar on her forehead, I was the poor baby who got ran over AND drowned.

They paid me no mind.

Not too soon after, I had to leave. I had to go see my dad, who was in Montana, because that was what the divorce papers said.

I don’t remember a lot there. I do remember being alone, and preferring it that way. I remember still being angry, being manipulated by my sisters, and slowly starting to pick up bad habits.

I stopped going outside because what was the point? I stopped playing with others because they only wanted to hang out with one or more of my siblings, not me. I stopped participating in games because I felt like I was jamming myself into a place I didn’t belong.

I turned to art during this time. I was shit at it, but I started taking it seriously. I showed the teachers, and they pushed me to keep going. I also turned to writing, and started getting positive feedback from the readers.

But my home life was still bad. My dad was lazy and angry. He only wanted to play video games and would yell at us if we did anything he seemed bad. He made it hard for me to get a simple book that was 50 cents while my sisters could get pants for over $15.

My own father encouraged me to steal. At first, it was a card for Mother’s Day. He claimed that it cost less than a dollar to make, but here we were, being charged over a dollar for it.

The next time was a bigger thing. I had money from my grandmother, and I didn’t have enough for a cross necklace, something I wanted during a time when I felt that I needed to get closer to god (it didn’t work out btw). He encouraged me to reach in and grab it, then walked off, starting to take it off the thing.

I said I didn’t wanna steal it, I didn’t wanna be like him, going to jail for something that was avoided. My sister even offered to help buy it.

My dad decided to slap me in the Walmart.

Apparently it was the best way.

He put the necklace back and I cried quietly for the rest of our trip.

There were many other factors. My five other siblings could turn abusive. I had to share a small bed with my two sisters while my step siblings got their own room or had a bunk bed for the two others (there were two sisters and a brother, hence the bunk bed for one and single room for another).

My stepbrother threw fits and his mother would yell at him and send him to the corner. We hopped from house to house. I was in some bad relationships, extremely unhealthy ones.

I had a breakdown once, and I got grounded for it because my stepsister called my dad while I sat screaming, holding my head and throwing things.

He claimed that it was unnecessary.

I came out as bi and he said that I only thought that because of anime women. He didn’t take my art seriously and simply called it ‘anime’.

My siblings and I were mass-grounded, and my dad would never come up with an end date, leading to months of being grounded.

My dad twisted the image of my mom into this irresponsible, evil, vile woman who would treat me worse, and that I would be better off here.

I started feeling like I was pathetic, a loser. The feelings only grew stronger.

My dad did a lot of good things, but there are other things I can’t forgive him for. I’m sure I’ll remember more as I go along.

I moved back with my mom for a bit, about a year, and things... I dunno.

I couldn’t tell if things were good or bad because I was so tired at this point.

I was overweight, I was eating unhealthily and I still do. I didn’t do any exercise and I was angry and going through puberty -or at least the start of it-. I became the overweight, antisocial kid who had anger issues and drew on her worksheets and got good grades.

I sat at a table and made friends with the people there. We even had a club. The club didn’t last for long.

I once ran for something and I surprised people by getting popular people to sign the thing.

I shelved books and was in a play. A kid came up to me while I was working and asked for a book recommendation, so I gave him a book to read and sent him off. He came back later to say that he was glad he asked me.

Despite all these good things, I was starting to hit a bad patch of school. One I couldn’t avoid- there was a bully.

He loved to target me. He was bigger than me, and he wore glasses, and looked like he was overweight and blushing all the time.

I think he was higher up grade-wise, and he might’ve been the ‘loser’ of that group. So seeing me, he decided he’d hate me.

There was a rumor that started in my middle school in the 7th grade that I was a devil child. I was evil, and angry, and I said morbid things that I thought were cool and funny. Not only that, I called myself ‘snow’. God, I cringe so bad.

This bully started calling me that every time he saw me. Five days a week, every time we had a break between classes. He always called me that.

I hated it, but I already told the teachers, and what could they do?

There was once, however, that he got caught in-action. We shared a PE class. The locker rooms were on the far sides of the place, so I came from one way, and he came from another.

I sat down first and had all my things laid out nice.... only for him to kick my things, throwing one of my boots across the room and forcing me to go get it.

Of course I cried - I was a kid who was fed up.

The teacher yelled at him and forced him to do something- I can’t remember.

During the few last days of school, I passed by this kid on my way to shop class. Having had a bad day, I heard him say devil child. That damned nickname...

I turned and screeched at him to stop before bursting into tears, going to my desk and crying.

A few kids comforted me; but I was so angry and tired that I told them my version of the truth:

No one cared about me until I was crying.

I still think it’s true.

I go back to dads, meet my ex boyfriend, and of course I have a problem.

By this point, I’ve written a story that was being well responded to. In middle school, we had these tablets, and I managed to get into my email. I saw a review in PE class and I was so happy that I started telling the boys nearby that they’d never make a story as good as mine.

One of them spoke up,”I can. Once upon a time, you died. The end.”

I... I was pretty crushed. I started crying and I shut up. I moved back, dead set on staying at my high school for the entirety of it.

Freshman year. It was... I can’t say. It was such a jumble of anger and being sent to the principals office. I was given detentions and suspensions. I had a few friends.

One of these friends was... super strange. She was clingy, she was far too touchy-feely and she was unpleasant. I stayed the night at her house- it was trashed, and she.... did stuff.... while I was in the room.

She held my hand even if I didn’t care, and she jumped up onto me while we were in the pool. It got to the point where my family thought she and I were together.

We stopped being friends, I even started avoiding her. I feel a bit bad, but she later told me her boyfriend wanted to marry her and get her pregnant and sent her sex toys, and smelled bad, so I think I dodged a bullet (sorry if that seems rude).

I got attacked by a girl in the lunch line cause I accidentally touched her butt and she freaked.

Kids avoided me because they knew me. I sat alone. Then, I found this lovely lady. She was my friend. She let me tag along, was my partner in class stuff, and introduced me to a friend I’ll call Ami.

She... she moved away, that same year. She had a lot of family issues and I wish her the best.

Sophomore year is a year I spent talking to Ami and in turn Amis friends. We were content, but these boys... and these girls... I had issues with a lot of people. I didn’t know how to shut my mouth and blew up at people if they bothered to say a negative thing about me.

There was a time where I was playing a game. This game plays classical music as you play it, and the setting was as low as it could go before I couldn’t hear it anymore.

One girl took issue with it and complained, even though she played music louder before. We argued; I went to the office and told them what happened, and I ended up being suspended for not wanting to give my phone over.

Thankfully, it was a couple of days before a vacation, and I got good after, so.

I dealt with a lot of people who would fight with me (I probably started a lot of them), and I dealt with self esteem issues because, in my mind, I was overweight, ugly, and I couldn’t shut my mouth for five seconds. Everything had to be memememenememene.

I felt that my friends weren’t my friends, that I was just butting in, ruining everything. I’ve been told that someone didn’t wanna be friends with me because I was so rude and I started fights.

Junior year.....

I can’t remember a lot. I remember some.

I remember laughing a lot more. I remember smiling.

But bad beats good..

You see, I’m still overweight, look ugly, and have no real redeeming qualities. I’m super negative about myself, and while I try to be nice to the people I call my friends, I feel as if I’m driving them away.

I still have anger issues that I’m working on. I lost a job because of these issues (actually I just picked up a boy and gave him to his mother and she complained, so))

I argue with freshman boys because they’re pains in the asses who think they’re better than everyone. I was in a cooking class with these boys, and I fucking hated them.

They had a big soap bottle and yet they felt the need to take everyone else’s soap bottles. I got defensive over the things in my kitchen, and they started mimicking me. One even made a poster saying ‘stay out of my kitchen’ and hung it up on my cupboards.

We used brown sugar one day. After cleaning up, I walked off. The teacher came over and said that my kitchen wasn’t clean. I was confused.

Then I saw what she meant.

My clean kitchen, was now covered in brown sugar.

The boys took a handful of brown sugar and just threw it..

They stole other things from our kitchen and mimicked me all the time.

I once wore a Jacksepticeye shirt, and they started saying that ‘Jacksepticeye is gay’ and that he was ‘cancer’.

I told the teacher. The experience made me feel sick to my stomach and made me want To scream because they decided to pick apart something they didn’t know because I wore a shirt of it.

I admit- I was rude and angry and cross with them st times, but the level of things they did...

In this same class, you’re supposed to have four people in a kitchen.

I started out with four people in my group. Then two. The. Three (one was the girl I stopped being friends with). Finally, I was alone. No one wanted to cook with me.

So I made everything myself. I worked better alone, that’s what I always said.

It didn’t stop the pain and loneliness.

Another class I took was for childcare.

Despite being as hardworking as I could and trying to be good at the class, the teacher didn’t like me. I knew it was because I was rude to the other kids at times. I also once had a bad year with her previously.

One day, we needed to group together. I didn’t want to, but she forced me to get into a group.

She claimed I was being antisocial (later she said I was intimidated by the other students) on purpose. It got to the point where a different teacher demanded to know why I chose that day to be antisocial.

There was another day where we had baby food. We tasted some, liked it, and some people called dibs. I didn’t know that the fan had already had a dibs, so I was eating it. Suddenly, the teacher called to attention that the can I held was CLEARLY not mine.

We argued with each other. A girl said I should have been listening and I snapped that she needed to shut her mouth.

I ended up sulking in my chair. I bought a replacement later on (68 cents apparently gets people’s panties in a twist).

The final class I wanna talk about is my PE class. The teacher then had a student learning to be a teacher. She got to host games for a day, and chose a game that she said I could be in a box area for.

Well, a boy threw the ball as hard as he could at me from a few feet away and slammed it into my face. It hurt. I told the teacher/student, but she made everyone to the plank and tried to change the rules. I kept giving her comments, which she said she didn’t want, and I told her she’d get them anyway.

These boys... I HATE.

They could be a step away, and they’d STILL throw the ball as hard as they could! They yelled insults, threw in people’s general direction, and just.. ugh.

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82 Truths

82 Truths tagged by the dearest @chenderellastrash

Thanks for the tag :3 <3 its an honor

name: Brigitte

blood type: b+ (I live life like my blood type B+ {be positive} hehe i’m a dork)

nickname(s): Brig, Brigi, Bee, Boo, Babe, Bwidgie, Widget, Bwidget

r/s: too addicted to kpop

zodiac sign: pices

pronouns: she/her???Im clueless

favorite tv shows: ASDFGHJKL SCARLET MOON AND WEIGHTLIFTING FAIRY KIM BOK JOO HELL YES FAVES MY HEART

long or short hair: long, past my waist ;p I need a haircut

height: 5 foot 3 inches ....?

do you have a crush on someone: yesh...... I.M WONHO NAMJOON YOONGI TAEKWOON HAKYEON JONGHYUN MINHO ONEW i need to stop listing this will continue forever (i spell awfully i’m sorry if I spelled them wrong) But unfortunatley I do have a crush on my friend as well :(

what do you like about yourself: hmmmmmmmmmmm..... That I somehow am able to make feel people loved and appreciated

right or left handed: right

list of three favourite colors: greeeeen like the forest, pinky ^^, teal

right now: eating: nothin drinking: water and tea i’m about to: watch a show or scroll through tumblr endlessly :) (: listening to: Taemin’s Goodbye korean version :D HEART EYES OMG MY HEART EXPLODES kids: YES I WANT TO BE A MOMMY WHEN I’M OLDER!!! Right now I am a mommy to my puppy and pony (: get married: YES (prefferably to my korean bands heheheh) career:I want to be a vetrinarian!!! in school rn tho

most recent:

drink: orange juice :) phone call: mysister she was downstairs hehehhe song you listened to: so far away with suga jin and jungkook I CRY EVERYTIEM

have you ever: dated someone twice: ....no? been cheated on: no kissed someone and regretted it: hehehehehehhehehehehehee........yes.... lost someone special: unfortunately yes been depressed: ....yes? been drunk and thrown up: no thank goodness kissed a stranger: nope (Im A cHiLd! Not really) had glasses or contacts: both! had sex on the first date: no no no broken someone’s heart: uhm... I think I did but it was accidental and I think he got over it quick so not really his heart, but his pride.......? turned someone down: yes.......... cried when someone died: always fallen for a friend: UnFoRtUnAtElY AND I’M STILL STUCK

in the last year have you: made a new friend: yes!!!! IT MAKES ME HAPPY fallen out of love: YES laughed until you cried: TONS I’M HAPPY TO SAY met someone who changed you:yes.... a few people found out who your true friends were: YES AND I HAVE AN AMAZING BEST FRIEND WHO IS ALWAYS THERE FOR ME DESPITE OTHERS LEAVING AND LIFE CHANGING OH NO THE TEARS ARE COMING found out someone was talking about you:yepp not bad stuff haha kissed someone on your fb list: yes...... (:

which is better: lips or eyes: eyes (but both hehe) hugs or kisses: I AM THE HUGGIEST HUGGER OF ALL HUGS but i really want good kisses hehe shorter or taller: I rather taller butsometimes smol makes my heart soft romantic or spontaneous: ...?... romance like he doesnt mind showing affection, but spontaneouus so we can both be wild togehter sensitive or loud: I am very mch so both of these, so both...? hookup or relationship: relationship, I really love being around and getting to know and loving people troublemaker or hesitant: idk… troublemaker...? hehehe maybe>?

first: best friend: my sisters and mom. they still are the closest friends I have surgery: tumor removal for my leg!! sport i joined: horback riding!! vacation: lake george

do you believe in: yourself: I beleive I can make a difference in the world, but believing in myself is not yet accomplished... its hard hahaha miracles: yes!!! love at first sight: yesh happened to me mmultiple times thorugh the computer HAHAHA

extras: how many people from your fb list do you know irl:everyone ??? ithink ?? do you have any pets: YESSS AND I LOVE THEM ALL do you want to change your name: nope(: I’m named aftermy mom adn i’m proud of it what did you do for your last birthday: hmmm cake w fam and movie... SO FUN what time did you wake up today: 9:50AM HOLY SHOOT what were you doing last night at midnight: hmmmmm either wathcing a movie w my mom or on my computer... again... hhhahaha something you can’t wait for: hmmmmm.. vacation w my best friend!!! in a week!! last time you saw your mom: half hour ago when I kissded her goodnight what is one thing you wish you could change about your life: a family issue that still is unresolved have you ever talked to a person named tom: yes.... i had a boyfriend called Tom, I called him Tommy though LOL what’s getting on your nerves: my incapability to always make my family happy

‘kay this was SOOO long LOL.

THANKS FOR THE TAG U BEAUTIFUL HUMAN

i’m tagging @biasedwriting (TALENTED GENIUES), @frejafc (LITERALLY GIFTED AF), @warmau (WHO I CANNOT NOT SPOT READING MY HEART),

I LOVE YOU

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