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appleteez · 3 years

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Awkward Smile

Pairing: Jongho x reader

Genre: Fluff, angst, crack, smut

Word count: 6085

You know.. when your heart starts to beat like crazy when he does something as trivial as eating, there’s something more to it. His chubby cheeks moving slowly, his eyes looking at the snack in his hands. I wanted to squeeze his munchkins of cheeks that he had. Kiss his nose, and maybe more.

“Y/N.. You’re staring again..” I snap back to reality, and look at my best friend.

“I’m annoyed.. Why does he look like that.”

“Are you serious?” He sighs a little lost about my mixed feelings for Jongho. “Ok, now you’re staring and glaring, stop it !” He takes my arm and yanks it, making my head almost hit the table as it was resting on the said arm. People turn around to look at the ruckus we just caused and I start pushing him, laughing together. Apparently me and my best friend, Wooyoung, were an iconic duo around the school. Known as the “egocentric pretty besties”. So they were used to us loudly bickering, still finding it entertaining to watch. Which made me realize.. I turn my eyes in his direction. He’s still looking at his snack, eating away, completely ignoring Wooyoung that’s been trying to make me eat his gym shoe. Just like I thought, he had absolutely no interest in me. We both calm down to continue our lunch when the classroom’s door open. A girl walks in with a huge smile on her face and joins Jongho. He finally looks up, and flashes her a gummy smile, scooting to the side to leave her some place on his table.

“Yo Dumdumb !” Wooyoung snaps me back to him once again. “Stop creeping, it’s getting obvious.” He tries to whisper but anyone knows Wooyoung is a loud little B-word. I hiss at him to shut it and we finish our lunch. Once the bell rings, we all put our tables back and the class starts as the teacher comes in. ---

“Sooo, McDonalds or Burger King?” Wooyoung blurs out lazily, his arms behind his head, holding his school bag.

“Wow, you’re really giving me a huge variety of food there..”

“Choose woman.”

“Let’s say it on the count of three.” We both stop walking and face each other. “One, two, three—“

“Burger King !!” We both yell out and start laughing together in the middle of the street.

“Oh my god, BESTIES !!” He squeals.

“Tots !!” I wink at him.

“I hate us.”

“Same.” We stop our dumb act and keep walking, breaking out into a laughter. Wait, wait.. I can already see what you’re thinking. Oh my god! She likes Jongho but she’s so much better with Wooyoung. They’re definitely gonna end up together !! Spoiler Alert !! Not gonna happen..

When we get to the said Burger King at the mall. He goes to order and I take a sit at our favorite table. It’s never a really good sign if you have a favorite table at a fast food restaurant. It’s even worse of a sign when half the staff knows you too. It’s worth it though, I mean, it means free fries for us every time ! I put our bags on the benches and look up to a table by the window. Simple table, with four chairs attached to it, and on top of one of them.. Jongho. He’s just sitting there, looking down at his burger and eating it slowly. Once again, something so trivial that makes my heart pounce. He chews slowly then looks up out the window with his droopy eyes. He’s eating by himself at a Burger King, without staring at his phone like most would do. He’s just eating, and looking out the window or down at his food. And even though there was something kind of sad about it, it warmed my heart, and made me feel weirdly fuzzy. I break out of my instance stare when I see Wooyoung’s ass suddenly block the view. WAIT !! The fuck, Wooyoung !? Jongho suddenly stands up with his platter and follows Wooyoung that is holding ours, to… THEY’RE COMING THIS WAY !!!! Oh my god, he’s getting closer. Oh my god, he’s sliding onto the bench in front of me with Wooyoung. Oh my god.. He’s sitting right in front of me.

“H—“

“Hi!” I cut him off a bit too loudly, and I can see Wooyoung almost face palm himself.

“Hey.” He laughs.

“He was eating by himself so I asked him to come sit with us.

“Oh really? I didn’t even notice, like at all, or.. I would have asked you too.”

“Really ? We made eye contact.” Jongho says in a questioning tone. Ah…

“She tends to space out.” Wooyoung saves me and I can only imagine how red I am on the spot. The Burger King’s door opens and a sweaty San walks in. He looks around a bit making Wooyoung raise an eyebrow.

“Oh my god ! There you are ! Come quick ! It’s happening at the arcade RIGHT NOW !!!”

“Really !? Fuck ! Ok, wait I’m coming.” He stands up and jumps over the back of the seat, taking his bag. “Y/N I’ll see you later tonight. Sorry Jongho, let’s hang out another time. Bye !!” He runs away with San like a princess. My mouth slightly agape, we stand there with a nice thick silence. I turn my eyes to him slowly, then smile awkwardly.

“He.he..” I laugh slowly like a creep.

“So? What’s going on at the arcade?”

“Oh? Hum.. Well, San and Wooyoung are gaming buddies, and I think there’s like a tournament happening this week. He must have forgotten about it.” I take my nuggets.

“I see, I’ve never been really good at video games so..” He says with a small smile on his lips. God he was CUTE ! Ugh..

“Me neither, he tried to teach me multiple times, but he eventually gave up and met San. A real anime betrayal believe me.” He starts to laugh at my comment. His gummy smile on full display, his eyes forming into little shiny crescents. I barely smile at him in return.

“What were your original afternoon plans with Wooyoung?”

“Ah? Well, we usually get food right out of school then we go wherever we feel like it and somehow find something to do. I think today we wanted to go into stores and try on the ugliest clothes we find, so we can take pictures and add them to our album. It’s kinda.. weird, and pathetic now that I think abo—“

“Sounds like fun !” He laughs again.

“Yeaah.. we usually have fun doing it yeah.” I smile a bit at him.

“You have an actual album, filled with pictures of you wearing the ugliest clothes you can find?”

“It’s big and growing, yup.” I take a sip of my drink.

“That’s so funny~” He laughs.

“What do you do for fun? By the way, you can eat whatever Wooyoung ordered if you want.” I point at the fries and the burger. He hesitates but then reaches for it, saying a small thank you.

“Well, I have my team, I play soccer.”

“Oh right, you’re in the soccer team, definitely.. didn’t know that, forgot about it I— Yes.. My friend hum.. Seonghwa was the cheerleader last year.”

“Manager?”

“Same difference. So, we went to a few games to cheer him on, me, Wooyoung and San.”

“You went to cheer on Seonghwa.. our manager?”

“Yes, good times, good times. He did really well that one night, I remember.” His eyebrows furrow, he chuckles, then starts laughing again.

“He usually does pretty well, yes.” I laugh a little with him, and put a few nuggets in my mouth out of stress. “Do you want to.. that might sound kind of weird but.. I kinda wanna try going into stores and like..” He scratches the back of his head a little embarrassed.

“Try on ugly clothes and take pictures?”

“Yeaaah, hehe..” He laughs a little embarrassed.

“Sure that works for me.” I slightly smile at him and he looks happy as he unwraps Wooyoung’s burger and starts to eat it. --- We walk into a random store, and he follows me around. I try to control my heartbeat, and check myself in a mirror really quick as I pass in front of it to see if my face wasn’t bright red.

“Alright so.. the secret to finding the ugliest clothes. It’s either the newest collections, or whatever on sales. The sales section is usually more fun anyway so.”

“Works with me.” He smiles and follows me to the back of the store.

It was the afternoon in the middle of the week. The store was kind of empty, the sales section however, was completely deserted. To be honest, I hated it. I mean, I loved being alone with Jongho, but, I couldn’t strike a conversation for my life. All of my personality seemed to have disappeared the moment he sat with me and Wooyoung.

“You ok Y/N?” He says next to me as I randomly look at shirt not really paying attention.

“Yeah why?” I try to smile at him.

“You’re usually a bit more.. I don’t know, loud? You’ve been pretty quiet and..” He stops a bit and looks down. “Is it because of me?”

“What ? No, no ! Not at all~ I guess I might be a bit tired..” I scratch my cheek lightly.

“I see.. Do you want to go home? I can walk you back.” I killed it, I completely killed it. I look down embarrassed and I see it. The ugliest shirt ever. It’s green, like bright green, it has green strands falling down the collar and it’s shiny. That’s not even the worst.. It says “Brat” right on the chest area.

“Why would I want to go home.. When I could see you wearing this instead.” I take the shirt out and his face drops.

“Oh my god…” Bingo !! It’s a crop top too !

“You know what I think would go great with that?” I look around for a second then see it again. Yellow booty shorts. It had a nice “STARBURST” written on the bottom area in right red. “Oh my god, I don’t think I’ve ever find something that ugly..” I say almost disgusted, but really happy and impatient to see Jongho wearing those.

“You tell me..” He takes the clothes with an expression of disgust. “Alright my turn.. We’re going hard then.” He smiles and pulls out a tank top with a nice “CHICKS ARE ALL OVER ME” written on it and little chicks drawn around it.

“Oh.. that’s such a lame shirt.”

“Don’t even complain..” He shows me his, and I burst out laughing. He looks around a bit more then finds jorts. To add to the ugliness of the jorts, it has really out dated leopard print on the front and back pockets, with a gold chain hanging on the side.

“Oh jeez..”

“Let’s get to it.” He smiles at me and takes my hand to bring me to the changing rooms. Right before entering them, we take two pairs of really ugly sunglasses, then start getting changed. I come out slowly hesitating, but I am met with a confused Jongho. He hasn’t seen me yet, and is standing in front of the big mirror with the clothes I choose for him on. I try to hold my laughter, as he tries to look at his butt through the mirror, trying to make the booty shorts.. well less short. He looks up and sees me red, and out of breath. “How long have you been staring weirdo.” That’s it I explode into a hysterical laughter. His pout, the glasses, his shorts that gave him, excuse me, the thickest peach out there, and oh my… the crop top showing just enough to leave the rest to the imagination. The green fabric was tight around him, and his arms, and his chest and everything.

“Well you look amazing sweetie.” I walk up to him and get to see myself for the first time. “Oh god.. I look like a mix of that one lame aunt and uncle at a family barbecue in Texas..” He laughs with me uncontrollably, almost forgetting that we were in public and people would see us. “Alriiight then~” I take out my phone, and he gets closer to me. As I take the pictures, I can feel him next to me, breathing, his scent, just everything. I try to not blush and once I’m done, he takes out his phone.

“Wait.. Come here.” He smiles at me and signals me with his hand to come closer. He grabs my arm and put it around his waist. I never thought that something as trivial as my skin on his warm skin would make me go almost crazy. He passes his free arm around my shoulder and pressed me against him. “Say.. “I got chicks all over me !!””

“I hate y—“

*CLICK*

“Oh god !!” He laughs at the picture he had just taken. “That’s fucking amazing look !” The outfits are terrible, he smiles like an angel showing off his beautiful gummy smile and my face is turned towards him obviously complaining.

“Oh jeez..”

That afternoon with Jongho ended perfectly. We ended up joining Wooyoung and San at the arcade, and before I knew it we were all walking home together while laughing. Like a group of friends that had knew each other since birth. Me and Wooyoung left San and Jongho, as we both lived in a shared house for students that were from out of town. It was an old traditional house owned by an adorable old lady. This year, two older friends left us to go to college, Hongjoong and Seonghwa, so the house felt pretty empty without them. Students leaving their hometown to go to high school was rare now so me and Wooyoung were probably the last students to live in this house. Even though me and Wooyoung were pretty loud and lively, there was no denying that the house felt sadder and more empty. The last time the living room felt warm and filled with laughter was our last dinner with Hongjoong and Seonghwa.

However, this changed really fast. Me and Wooyoung were still the only two living here, but soon, Jongho and San started coming in after school almost everyday. The old lady insisted to make them dinner every time and the house did get more lively. Then soon enough we got two new housemates. Yunho, and Mingi, they had been kicked out of the normal dorms for taking in a puppy from the street. The house didn’t have any pets rule, so the old lady took them in with a huge smile. Finally, to add one last person. The old lady’s grandson, Yeosang, transferred to our school and ended up living with us too. Making the house as lively as ever. For me, it felt as if it had always been me and Wooyoung, but for the first time in a really long time, there was so much more than this. Most importantly, there was Jongho.

Maybe it felt too good to be true for me to stop dead in my tracks at what I was witnessing. Maybe I had gotten carried away and did not realize what was happening right under my eyes this whole time. I thought there was Jongho, I really thought.. there was something, that could grow into something bigger and more important but.. As my eyes start to fog up with tears, seeing him behind the gym with another girl, I realize I had it all wrong in so many ways. It was the same girl that had been sitting with him at lunch when I used to stare too much. He was scratching the back of his head slightly embarrassed and then it came out of his mouth.

“Do you want to go out with me, maybe?” Everything that I had with him flashed in front of my eyes and my heart hurt so much it made it hard to breath. I couldn’t possibly believe that I was getting physically hurt because of my feelings.

“No, sorry.” Is all she said before she left him alone standing there. A part of me felt pity, I pitied him, I felt sorry, I wanted to hug him and tell him it was ok. His droopy eyes looking down a bit sad, his mouth pouting to the side showing his embarrassment. However, another part of me, maybe the bigger part of me, was happy and wanted to laugh at him for being rejected. I wanted to mock him and just leave him there to cry, because I felt like that’s what he deserved.

“Jongho?”

“Mhh?” He turns around looking half surprised. “Oh, Y/N. Hey, what’s up.”

“I saw you so I just wanted to say hi.”

“Are you crying?”

“Mhh?” I wipe my eyes, I thought I had already done it, but apparently my eyes decided to keep going. “I— Yeah I hit my head against the window over there, didn’t see the door was closed.” I try to laugh it up. “What about you, you look kinda sad.” Say it. Say that you got rejected and that you’re miserable, just say it.

“Me? I’m probably just tired, I’m gonna go home, you guys don’t need to wait up for me.”

Just like this, just like when he came into my life, he was out of it. The guys questioned it a little but nothing much. Which was weird because, I was not specifically the one that invited him to hang out with us. We would just naturally get together and hang out at the house, but.. Jongho just stop coming. I was the only one that knew about the rejection, and it killed me to know that it destroyed him to the point of him stopping to hang out with us. It’s not like I wanted him around either. Wooyoung had realized that too. My staring had stopped. --- A whole year has passed, we all graduated as a big happy group of friends. Sadly all went to different universities, but still close enough to meet all together once in a while and starting the tradition to meet up for drink at each end and beginning of the month. Yes, we drink ourselves into the new month together.. every months. We heard from Yeonsang that the house is now officially studentless. Making us a bit sad thinking about a place with our best memories being completely dark and empty. But we promised her to visit all together one day, even with Seonghwa and Hongjoong. Speaking of them, I ended up in the same university as them, and yes we got an apartment together to make things easier.

I guess life was good. I missed Wooyoung, and the others.. especially Wooyoung. I mean I hadn’t been apart from him since we were very little kids, and not seeing his dumb face everyday made me a little sad. However, I would consider myself lucky to have Hongjoong and Seonghwa with me. Very lucky—

“Y/N?” I hear a slightly high voice, yet still a bit raspy. For some reason it sounded familiar and I could pin a very specific smile to it. I turn around, I was walking down the main pathway of the campus, and I see.. Jongho, with a huge open gummy smile, the extremities of his mouth pointy.

“Hu? Jon—gho?”

“Wow can you look any less happy to see me?”

“Mhh? Let me try wait.” I frown even more and look at him in pure disgust.

“I should have expected that from you..” He smiles lightly, probably understanding my reaction. “Are you heading somewhere?”

“Cafeteria to get food.” I mumble lightly as I start walking again.

“Let me come with you then !” He starts walking next to me. We walk… together… next to each other… in a nice thick silence. We almost reach the cafeteria when I hear a high pitched screech.

“Y/N!!” I turn around and see Hongjoong with Seonghwa. They were both dressed so nicely and managed to look like my gay parents. “Hi..” Hongjoong says eyeing Jongho. “And.. what is your name?”

“Jongho.”

“Ok Jongho.. let me make it simple for you..”

“Don’t say it.” I stare at Hongjoong. He stares back at me, then back at Jongho.

“That’s my precious Y/N, and you’re a male that I do not know.”

“Ah?”

“Don’t say it..” I repeat cautiously.

“She isn’t of age !! Stay away from her !!”

“I’m perfectly of age Hongjoong !!”

“Y/N !! That’s a male!”

“With a penis..” Seonghwa whispers at me to emphasis, anything but discreet.

“Oh boy.. You guys did it. You embarrassed me more than my parents or Wooyoung could..”

“Ok fine.. But she has to be home by 2pm !!!” Hongjoong points his finger at Jongho.

“It’s 1:57.. and I have another class at 2:30..”

“Exactly so you better hurry up.” Seonghwa looks at me with big mom eyes.

“This isn’t happening.”

“You better believe it.” Hongjoong spits at me.

“Your roommates?” Jongho puts one and one together. “From high school?”

“Right now too !!! So you be careful ! She can never, NEVER bring you home !! We’ll be watching, hearing, judging !!”

“So.. when exactly do you stop running your mouth?” I say to him between my teeth.

“Not to be a dick but Y/N.. it’s 2:00 pm you should be home right now.” Seonghwa says in a reasonable tone as if it would make me listen to him better.

“Guys… THIS is Jongho !” I open my eyes wider and pinch my lips together so they can get the signal. The signal that, this is the guy I cried over for a few nights, many nights in a row actually , to them.

“Jon.. Jongho?”

“THE Jongho?” I nod my head aggressively. They both stop to think for a second.

“I don’t know if I should be cheering this one or not.” Hongjoong whispers to Seonghwa.

“Yeah me neither, he actually has a good face, but this might be toxic ? This is not gonna end well ?” Seonghwa whispers back.

“What if he gets her pregnant ? Oh my god..”

“We’re definitely gonna hear about it every night for a whole year..”

“We.. hum, we can hear you..” Jongho say embarrassed to stop them in their ‘parent panic mode’. “I don’t plan on getting her pregnant.. I just want to talk to her.”

“Well, it’s gonna have to be in our presence.” Hongjoong says dramatically.

“Actually.. realistically, no because we have class right now Hongjoong..” Seonghwa leans in towards Hongjoong.

“Then hold your thought and wait for us to come back.”

“Well no, because then Y/N has class. It’s like.. all intertwined.”

“Then we wait until we’re all free.”

“I have a soccer game after..”

“Wait no ! Jongho, if you want to talk to me, you’re doing it now. The fuck..” I take him by the arm and pull him away from my apparently new parents.

---

Here I was, sitting at a red table from the cafeteria, looking at Jongho in front of me, eating his food slowly. It almost brought me back to high school. Wooyoung stopping me from staring too much. It makes my cheeks warm up a bit and for a moment it felt like nothing ever happened. I get to admire his little details once again. The little beauty mark he has on his neck. His gummy smile, and his droopy eyes. How he eats slowly, and looks at his food carefully while doing so.

“You dyed your hair red?” I end up asking raising an eyebrow.

“Uh? Yeah I wanted to try something new.”

“I liked the ash, grey hair though.” I smile lightly. “You remind me of Wooyoung right now.”

“Really? He did have red hair..” He says slowly.

“So? Why?”

“Why?”

“Just.. come on Jongho. It’s not high school anymore, it’s not like you’re gonna break my heart or anything.” I try to laugh it off but it hurts a bit.

“You guys didn’t do anything wrong.. I was just being an idiot..”

“Well that’s gonna make Mingi feel better. He really thought you stopped hanging out with us cause he stole your chips.”

“So it was him.”

“Of course it was him Jongho ! This kid can’t lie for his life.” I laugh lightly remembering how sweet the giant was. “He really felt guilty, and we tried to convince him ! Poor Mingi..”

“I really feel bad now..”

“Don’t. He was feeling better after we went to the puppy cafe.”

“You guys went to a puppy cafe.” He says in a jealous tone.

“Is it because you got rejected?” I tried to get back on the original subject.

“Hu?”

“I saw it. I saw when you got rejected.. I’m sorry I didn’t try to help you and acted as if nothing happened. I should have reached out to you, but Jongho. Why didn’t you reach out to us if this was so important to you?”

“Ah.. Y/N..” He sighs trying to think of his words. “Yeah ok, I did get rejected but, I couldn’t care less. I’m actually glad she did, because I had ask her out for a really selfish reason.” He looks at me with his droopy eyes and I just want to squeeze his cheeks and kiss him.

“Which is?” I try to control my impulses that had always been there for him, and him only.

“I liked you, like a lot ! It was ridiculous how much I liked you.. I felt like a creep looking at you all the time having fun with Wooyoung. You felt so unreachable.. but then Wooyoung asked me to join you guys and before I knew it, I was hanging out with the girl I had liked all throughout high school. I really thought.. I might have a chance with you, because I could also kinda see you stare. You weren’t super discreet..” He says a bit confused.

“Whatever, keep going.”

“Ah?” He laughs a bit. “Well, when we would hang out, you were… weirdly awkward with me. You always laughed with a weird expression on as if you were forcing yourself. Kinda like that Seonghwa guy when he smiled. You just looked in pain.” My face starts to burn up and I could feel my face turning bright crimson. “I just figured you were just forcing yourself to hang out with me. So I tried to ask that girl out to get over you.. got rejected.. then decided to stay away from you, to forget you, I guess..”

“Oh my god.. Oh my god.. Oh my god.. Oh my—“

“Y/N?” I bring my hands slowly to my face and rub my eyes slowly. “Oh my god, Y/N, you should close your eyes before you rub them..” He says truly concerned.

“Jongho.. I’m so so sorry.. I truly thought. I truly thought I was acting comfortable around you.” I say a true feeling of disbelief washing over me. “I’m so.. SO not good around the person I like and, I really thought I had gotten better with you. I didn’t realize how fucking awkward I actually was. This is so fucking embarrassing…” I lower my head to hit the table lightly.

“Wait so.. You liked me ?”

“A LOT !” I bring my head back up. “Why did you think I stared at you like a creep?”

“Because I eat a lot?”

“Ugh.. I can’t believe I thought I was being natural around you when really I was acting like a weird awkward creep.. Oh my god, please take away my high school years, god if you’re up there.” I look up trying to connect with a superior force.

“Then.. How about, you come to my game tonight, then I take you out?” I look back down at him surprised.

“Really?”

“I don’t see why not. It feels like, we just had a really big misunderstanding, feels kinda like a waste.”

“Ok, but you have to come to our monthly meetings. With all the guys.”

“Of course.” He smiles all happy.

“Did you dye your hair red because you thought I liked Wooyoung?”

“We don’t need to talk about that.” He looks back down at his food.

“That’s definitely a yes.” I laugh, but this time. I actually feel it. It wasn’t a small laugh, it feels like I’m back with an old friend with who I can actually be comfortable with. “Thanks Jongho.”

“Mhh?” He looks back up at me.

“For.. for telling me all this. It made me really sad when you left.” He smiles lightly at me, then reaches for my hand on the table to hold it.

“And thank you, for taking me.” I smile so big at him that it almost hurt my cheeks.

---

The school band was playing loudly, and the cheerleaders were.. well just as loud. Me and Hongjoong were standing in the bleachers when I see him, on the side. My face brightens and I look at Hongjoong that’s as happy as me.

“SEONGHWA !!! YOU GOT THIS !!!!” We both yell and he looks up, water bottles in his hands. He smiles at us and brings up a thumbs up, making him drop a few bottles.

“He’s so amazing.” I smile at Hongjoong.

“He really is. Look at the way he’s giving out those water bottles. You can really see he’s done it all his life.” We both look at him like proud parents and he keeps looking back up at us to smile awkwardly.

“Wow.. I really looked like that?” I say to myself thinking about what Jongho had said before.

The game goes really well. I cheer Jongho on, but mainly Seonghwa. I mean how could I not when he stands on the side so magnificently. I see Jongho trying to scan the bleachers a few times to find me but it’s only towards the end of the game that he succeeds. His gummy smile on full display he wave slightly at me and I wave back.

“So you guys like? Fucking now?” Hongjoong tries to say discreetly. But small reminder that we’re at a college soccer game, there’s a lot of noise, so this last sentence? He screamed it for me and the people around us to hear. I try to smile the embarrassment away.

“Dude you realize that the last time we saw you was like four five hours ago. How could that have happened ? We only had food and then I went to my last class idiot.”

“True true..” He looks back at the field for a second before leaning towards me again. “Is it gonna happen tonight though?”

“What no ! We’re just going out.. as friends.” I try to hide the blush on my face. He gives me that look then looks back onto the field. Of course I know we’re not going out just as friends but.. nothing was going to happen tonight for sure.

---

“Ah~” The small sound of relief escapes my lips, my hands on his shoulders, and his hands on my hips making me rock back and forth on his thigh. I open my eyes lightly and see him looking up at me through hooded eyes, still some sweat on his forehead due to the game he had just finished. He smiles lightly at me. I couldn’t believe this was happening. After having the biggest crush on him throughout high school. I was currently riding his thigh and his strong hands on my hips didn’t leave me another choice.

“You’re so pretty like that~” He whispers in my neck and starts to bite it lightly. Just hard enough to leave some marks. My clit was rubbing just perfectly. Because I was wearing a skirt, only my underwear and his soccer shorts were in between, but this was just the perfect amount of layers needed. He sits back on the bench, his back slightly hitting the lockers, and he smiles at the view I was giving him. “Fuck..”

Jongho was not one to swear, like ever. I remember him being quiet but always laughing and having fun with us. This side of him however, was something I had only dreamed off, and him cursing while looking at me like that always seemed unreachable. Yet, there it was, and every time I had to control myself not to do weird things around him, could just go away right now. The urge to take his face in my hands and kiss him. All that was finally reachable. “Ngh.. Fuck, Jongho~” I whine a bit more as I feel him clenching his thigh under me. He smiles at the results, then takes my wrists to bring my close enough, and takes my lips with his. Our tongues clash together, and the empty locker room start to fill up with lewd noises. Moans and breath catching noises were bouncing on the walls and echoing in the small room. If anyone was in here, they would get a good idea of what was going on. He separates our lips, but staying close enough that they still grazed.

“Can you get off like this?” He says between grunts.

“Mhm..” I nod my head yes trying to contain my voice.

“Perfect, because I would fuck you but I don’t have a condom.” He smiles, looking down at my hips he was still rocking back and forth.

“What about you place?” I say leaned in, whispering by his ear.

“Then we got all the time~” He says catching my lips with his again. The kiss turned out into a full on make out session, more intense than before. As if the mention of us having sex made him crave me more. His hands pressed my hips harder on his thigh and my clit starts to burn even more in the most delicious way. My lower stomach starts to become weak and my head felt fuzzy and warm. I am so so close to it. His lips still attacking mine, he brings one of his hand up to cup my face and deepen the kiss even more. “Fuck just like that, keep going~” He whispers in a grunt making me go crazy. I start to feel my warm bud tingling and soon my lower stomach feels like an explosion of pleasure. My bud pulsates, and I can feel myself clench around nothing. I clench my teeth trying to keep my moans it, but before I knew it I was singing his name like I always wanted to. My vision becomes fuzzy, and I can only see small white dots floating on the lockers behind him. I hold onto his shoulders for my life, and my eyes almost go crazy. Once I’m off my high, his hands go up to cup my face. I was completely dazed by the orgasm I just had and tried to focus on his lips. “You ok?”

“Fuck yeah~” I smile at him, and he laughs in return.

“You only rode my thigh and you look that fucked out. I can’t wait to do more to you~” He says kissing my lips gently. “Alright let’s go then.” I stand up and he taps my butt lightly. We then both look down at his shorts, and a nice drenched spot was decorating it.

“Sorry..”

“I don’t want to sound like a douchebag but.. That’s like a trophy to me.” He smiles at me as he stands up. He takes me in his arms, his hands snaking around to rest on my butt and my arms wrap around his waist. “I like you~”

“I like you too.”

“No but like, I like you a lot !”

“No but like, I like you a loooot too~” I say back teasing him, and he just snickers, showing me his adorable gummy smile. It felt like the person in front of me right now was so different from the person I had just rode. This is the Jongho I always knew but, I really could not wait to get to know this new side of him.

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blueprint-han · 3 years

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☆⌒ hilltop — bang chan | fluff, boyfriend au | 1394 words | slight kissing

“Hey, you mint-head!”

Chan stops in his path halfway through, turning around to squint through the lush green trees and bushes when he spots your ruined and debilitated form trying to catch up with her overly-active boyfriend. He chuckles when you hesitantly place a hand on a tall tree’s bark, crouching down on the moist, wet floor to catch your breath.

“I’m not as fit as you are, did you forget?” You heave out, shifting from one foot to the other because the trekking shoes Chan had given you were one-size-too-small, and now your feet felt like they were enclosed with molten-hot-lava. Yikes, not cool.

“Did you just call me mint-head?” Your boyfriend raises an eyebrow, sauntering towards you before taking a seat on the random wooden bench that’s littered here and there on the pat to the top of the hill.

“Well,” You take a deep breath, uncapping the water bottle — thank god you’d brought one — before taking a nice gulp of the liquid. It feels cool and refreshing when it runs down your throat. Once you cap the bottle back, you speak again. “You deserve it, for dragging my ass to this —” A clapping sound echoes throughout the space and you separate your hands, pushing off the dead mosquito on your hand. “— wild forest, even though I told you we could’ve just taken the photos on the apartment’s terrace.”

“Oh come on,” Chan laughs heartily, slinging an arm over your shoulder before dabbing his handkerchief over your sweaty forehead. “It’s just a fucking hill, stop being such a drama llama. It’s literally just a straight walk up.”

“But we’ve been walking for hours!”

“Actually, we’ve only been walking for five minutes.”

“Sorry, you’re the one who literally carried me against my will from my comfortable bed and into this weird ass place, and all for dumb —” you swat at another mosquito. “Photos. Yeah, I think I have to right to be mad.”

“Hey, now let’s not get too angry there.” Chan runs his hand through his mint green hair. “The view from the top is magnificent, just give it a chance, babe. You do remember what I promised you once we’ve successfully reached the top, right?”

You scowl and then that gradually morphs into a pout as you shove your water bottle back into your backpack, slinging it over your shoulder. “It doesn’t even seem worthy anymore — all this climbing for one kiss?”

“Oh please,” Chan smirks, crossing his arms against his chest. “You’ve always told me I’m a good kisser, so you can’t tell me that you aren’t the slightest bit excited for this.”

“Yeesh, stop being so cocky—” A slap at his chest and you get up, ignoring the fiery feeling in the apples of your cheeks as you walk further up the hill. “You better catch up or no kiss for you!”

“Hey that was my deal!”

Once you and Chan both reach the top of the hill — albeit with a lot of groaning and complaining — the first thing you do is kick off your damn shoes and revel in the feeling of the cold grass under your feet, and finally, finally, some circulation to let your feet breathe! You feel as free as a bird, as calm as a swan in a lake —

“Why are you standing over there like you’re in the Titanic movie?” Chan asks, biting his lip to muffle out his giggles while you scowl at him once again.

“Because someone —” You smile, pointing at your boyfriend who’s trying hilariously hard to not laugh at how silly you look right now. “Decided to bring me here when I was totally—”

“Oh shut it, don’t start again.” Honestly, Chan isn’t even offended over how dramatic you’re being. You’re overly loud, chaotic, and look at the fun sides in life (expect for now, surprisingly) and Chan is calm, patient and more diplomatic in his approach. You two are opposites, but that’s what attracts both of you.

Plus, he finds it absolutely adorable, and all he wants to do is throw his camera away and cradle you into his arms and shower you in praise. Your dorkiness only brings out his affectionate side more — and Chan’s an affectionate person already.

“Ugh, fineeee...” You whine. “What am I supposed to do now?”

“Okay, so — stand there.” He points to the railing that surrounds the hill and you nod, moving to take your position. The cold grass and the air feels oddly nice, so you feel energetic. Maybe this photoshoot will go well after all.

The next two hours is spent with you and Chan taking pictures of each other, the scenery, and you also throw in a couple photos of Chan stuffing his cheeks with the sushi you’d picked up on the way — those were private and confidential though, because your boyfriend looked so cute when his cheeks were filled with food, and you were selfish and wanted all that serotonin for yourself.

Honestly Chan doesn’t even care about the photos — neither do you, but you’ve made it clear since the beginning — he just wants to spend quality time with his girlfriend, and college’s been an absolute pain in the ass — he misses going on silly yet nice dates with you.

Even Chan manages to catch a few portrait photos of you when you aren’t looking, and for all intents and purposes he will be keeping it to himself — because your beauty deserves to be admired, and just like you, Chan is selfish to share it.

Seems like you both fit together perfectly.

When the photoshoot is done, you decide to separate from the cameras a bit and gaze at the sun that’s going down bit by but, bestowing it’s existence with a magnificent view. The sky is tinted the slightest orange, mixed with a hint of pink and blue, and the scenery itself is picture-worthy.

“So...” You say, having calmed down from your burst of energy from before. “Today was nice.”

“What —” Chan says with sarcastic intent, gasping and clutching at his heart like he’s in grave shock. Now he’s the one who’s being dramatic. “— Didn’t you say it wasn’t worth my kiss?”

“Shut up.” You roll your eyes playfully, quirking your brow before gazing off into the afternoon-evening sky.

“Pfft, I’ll shut up after we finish the one more picture we have to take.”

“What picture, didn’t we have all of them already?”

“Nope, stand here.”

Chan runs to fix his tripod stand a few feet away from where you’re standing, setting the timer before rushing back to his place.

“This one’s special, so please get rid of the grouchy face.” You frown, but nonetheless smile at his excitement.

“Okay so, close your eyes.”

A raised eyebrow is thrown in his direction, but you still comply, extremely curious to know what your boyfriend was up to.

“I swear to god, if you pull that thing you did to me last time when you put a bug in my hand I will —” Hey, you were just being proactive! The bug incident had freaked the fuck out of you, so much that you didn’t go near Chan for a whole two days until he’d apologized and bought you McDonalds.

But oh god, what you felt was so, so much better than that prank.

Soft lips press against your own and efficiently shut you up, leave be for the muffled nose that rolls off your tongue in surprise. His lips move with synchrony, and you barely notice the camera flash behind you when Chan cups your cheeks and you wrap your hands around his waist, delving deeper and deeper and deeper until you ran out of breath. Not that you didn’t feel breathless when Chan got like this, and you loved every bit of it.

When you pull away, you gasp for air, panting as you rest your forehead against Chan’s.

“So,” He says, rubbing his thumb against your cheek and kissing the tip of your nose. “Was it worth it?” He cocks an eyebrow, and you giggly softly, pulling him into a hug.

“You know it always will be.”

And the framed picture of you and Chan kissing under the medium-orange toned sunset looks ever-the-pretty on your room’s wall.

*:･ﾟ✧ find the other fics here !

#skz fluff #stray kids fluff #skz x reader #skz x you #skz x y/n #skz imagines #skz scenarios #skz chan fluff #stray kids chan fluff #chan fluff #bang chan fluff #chan imagines #chan scenarios

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keith-the-hoe · 3 years

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The Glimmer Hoes Master Plan| Crack Fanfic Mini Series

Episode One: [X]

Episode Two: [X]

Episode Three: [X]

Episode Four: I'm Flyin'

Episode Five: [X]

Warnings:

This may contain weird questionable subjects, no no words and sex scenes. It may cause you to lose a couple of brain cells and fall into a state of confusion. Do not read if you are under the age of 16. Read at your own risk.

Cast:

Keith Richards

Ronnie Wood

Bill Wyman

Charlie Watts

Rod Stewart

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It was around midnight when the huge slaughtering went down around the small motel in CaliFOnia. The Rolling Stones were on the search for a hospital since Ronnie is a dumbass and got attacked by a Mick robot. Keith has been on his side the entire trip. He was quite upset about everything that happened since they went on vaca. His whore side hoe got killed, his Cyborg Mick didn't work out well, and now his best friend is now slowly dying.

"Don't worry buddy, you will be fine, I swear," Keith said calmly.

Ronnie didn't seem to be having a problem with anything. He was just there looking at Keef, smiling.

"Well.... this has been a helluva ride! You Rolling Stones whores are something!" He added.

Bill just rolled his eyes and looked out the window. Charlie was still trying to figure out why he's in a band full of dumbasses. Keith looked away for a second and later realized that Ronnie wasn't there anymore. He panicked.

"G-guys!! Ron disappeared!" Keith yelled. Bill and Charlie looked back at him. They were confused. Charlie sighed in relief. No more dumbasses.

"Where in bloody hell did he go, you monkey!?" Bill yelled. Keith searched the whole van and did not find him anywhere. Charlie looked out the windshield and spotted Ronnie on top of a roof of a strip club.

"Bill! BILL!" He pulled on his hair to get his attention. "That big nose whore is on top of that roof!" He said as he pointed up at him. Keith pressed his monkey face on the glass and spotted him.

"RON! How in the actual fuck did ya get up there!?" Keith asked as the van pulled up to the parking lot of the strip club. He kicked the door open and ran up to the building.

"Oh hiya there Keith! Beautiful view up here! I can see every single building from here!" Ronnie said with a chuckle. Keith extended his arms in case he decides to jump off.

"Ron! Get down from there! You're going to fall!" Keith said sounding very worried. Ronnie just laughed.

"Nah! Mate! I won't fall! I've done this many times with my mate, Rod!" He said. Keith was utterly confused. Bill and Charlie walked up to Keith to tell him that they should get going. Keith refused to leave Ronnie behind so he climbed onto the roof. He then realized that he is afraid of heights. He slowly walked up to Ronnie.

"Alright mate, just walk over to me and lets get down safely, okay?" He said calmly. Ronnie just smiled widely at him. He did a T-pose and fell forwards. Keith panicked and ran to the edge of the building. He didn't see him anywhere.

"Charlie! Where did he go!?" He said in a very shaky voice. Charlie pointed up to the sky. "You dumbass! Why would you even consider that huh!?" He yelled. Charlie shook his head in disappointment.

"You Muppet! That is not wot I meant! He's up in the sky flying!" Charlie yelled in response. Keith looked up to the sky. There he was, flying around like a chicken. He was so confused. He the heard music coming from a building that was across from the strip club. A blonde big nose whore was standing on there singing some song that said something among the lines of "I'm flying."

"Wot the fuck?....." Keith said to himself. Bill and Charlie seemed to be entertained by the music. Bill looked up at Keith, who was still on top of the roof.

"Hey matey! Get your monkey ass down from there and come look at this spectacular show!" He yelled. Keith was hella annoyed by everything. He got down from the building and headed to the van. Ronnie was preparing for landing but a pamper flew into his face and caused him to fly into the dumbass bitch, Rod. It caused a huge explosion. Bill and Charlie hugged each other in fear. They slowly looked at each other and pulled away. That was awkward. Keith was once again hella upset.

"Let's get the fuck out of here...." He said as he hopped in the van. The Rolling Stones were once again on the run. Keith could not believe that he'd just lost his two best friends. Ron was like a corn dog to him.

"Where are we headed?" Bill asked Charlie. He just sat there thinking if they could possibly go back home because he just wants to go home. The only problem was that they didn't have money to book a flight to go back to Britain. They were stuck in the states for a while. Keith reached into his underwear and pulled out a picture of his whore best friend, Mick. He seriously wished he was by his side, even if it was for just a little bit. A tear ran down his monkey face and quickly wiped it away. Bill and Charlie saw someone crossing the street.

"Jesus CHARLIE STEP ON THE BLOODY BREAKS!" Bill yelled.

Charlie did what he was told. The van did a loud skkkrt sound. Keith flew into the seat. Dumbass didn't wear his seatbelt. Charlie and Bill sat there completely startled. There stood a man who was average height with longish hair and blue eyes. Keith took a glance at him. He could not believe his eyes.

"M-Mick?" He said softly.

The figure walked closer to the van. His skin was pale and was covered in dry blood. His clothes were worn out and dirty.

"Sweet mother of-" Charlie added.

Keith quickly exited the van and ran up to him. Mick took out a blade and pointed it at Keef. He stood there in fear of him getting stabbed by his zombie friend.

"M-Mick," he began, "Its me, you're buddy. We've known each other since we were dumb fucks."

Mick slowly turned his head to look a Keef. His eye color was faded to a light blue shade. He stared at him for a while until he put away his blade. He was shocked to once again see his monkey friend after he had gotten killed by Mick Taylor.

"Its okay buddy, I ain't going to hurt ya..... Just want to be with you again...." Keith explained.

Mick stood there in silence.

"Jesus wot is this!? Some kind of weird romantic zombie movie!? Oh fuck that matey! I ain't here for that! I just want my damn band back!" Mick said.

Keith chuckled and pulled Mick in for a tight hug. Surprisingly, Mick hugged him back.

"Jesus Mick! Where the hell were you!? How did you find us!? I thought I lost you forever!" He rambled.

"Well, Monkey, after you had left me there at the dumpster, I woke up and followed the tracks from the van." Mick explained. "It was a helluva ride!"

Keith was glad that his bestie was back. He couldn't stop smiling like an idiot. Bill and Charlie just sat there in the van face palming their faces.

"Well.... We're back to square one....." Bill said to Charlie.

Charlie just wants to go home.

"I am hella glad you're alive! Heck I even tried to replace you with a cyborg version of you!" Keith said as he fixed his pants.

"You did wot now?..." He asked.

"Doesn't matter! You're here now! Meaning we can go back to being friends and being in our band!" Keith added.

Mick just smiled in response. They both hoped into the van. Bill and Charlie shook their heads in disappointment. They threw Mick in the dumpster for a reason and somehow he managed to find them. They really thought they did something. Lol. Mick and Keef kept going on about plans they had for their road trip. Mick really wanted to go to January so Keith yelled into Bill's ear to drive them to McDonald's because he really wanted some lettuce from there. All Mick wanted was eat brains but he resisted. Bill rolled his eyes and began to drive. Mick sucked Keef's penis to pass the time. Charlie shoved them out of the van because he seriously did not want to see dumb fucks sucking each other's dicks.

The Rolling Stones made it to a fairly large city that was located in Wendy's bathroom. Mick and Keef kept making out in the back of the van.

"We should totes do that....." Bill said to Charlie with a small chuckle. Charlie just sighed deeply.

"I just want to go home.... Is that too much to ask for? We've been all over the place and it's been exhausting for me." Charlie explained. Bill just sighed. He patted his shoulder and looked at him dead in the eye.

"Don't you worry about a thing, we'll go home soon." He said in a soft voice. Charlie just looked into his dark eyes. He began to feel warm. Mick chocked on Keef's dick and was trying to figure out how the fuck that happened because his monkey penis isn't the biggest here. He then saw Bill and Charlie kissing each other.

"Oh shit matey!" Mick yelled which resulted in him getting a shoe thrown at him.

Keef got lost and has no idea what just happened. The Rolling Stones stopped by a motel that has been vandalized by Led Zeppelin.

"Oh no.... those damn crusty ass bastards are here...." Charlie added. Bill spotted one of the members who was pissing in the pool. He was truly concerned about them.

"Wotever you lads do.... do not get near Led Zeppelin, those bastards do witch craft and eat goats hearts." Bill explained.

"Oh shut it you! We literally eat goats head soups!" Keef yelled. Bill was hella confused. When did they do that? They checked out rooms that had two singles. Mick and Keef are going to share beds while Bill and Charlie sleep on the other bed. This was going to be a sexy night. Sorry, Rod Stewart is holding me hostage as I write this whole fanfic. The Glimmer Hoes removed their clothes and laid in bed. Keef fell asleep pretty quick. Charlie and Bill stared at the ceiling and fell asleep. Mick didn't need sleep at all. So he went out to the porch and saw two led zeppelin members fucking each other in the pool. He's got some inspo there! There was another band staying in the motel. Mick absolutely hated them with a burning passion.

"Oh those bloody Beatles! we're constantly getting compared to one another!" Mick said angrily. He came up with a very beautiful idea. He reached in his trousers and took out his blade. "Let's Dance! Put on your red shoes and dance the Blues!" Oh Mick loves Bowie so much. He walked up to The Beatles and began to slice their head open to eat their brains. He let one go but was killed by a Led Zeppelin member. There was no point in doing that honestly. Mick went back to the room. He was still hungry and needed more brains to devour. He stood there in the doorway looking at his buddies. He slowly walked in and shut the door behind him.

#the rolling stones #rolling stones #cursed #cursed post #cursed image #cursed photo #cursed content #mick jagger #keith richards #charlie watts #ronnie wood #rod stewart #rolling stones fanfic #crack fanfic #fanfic #writing #writers on tumblr #classic rock #rock

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dirt-grub · 4 years

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Some random ass stories I have that sounds like some shit Fry would do;

I once saw a Fourth of July fireworks show over the Hudson River, and bc my dumb ass is short I went RIGHT up to the water on the rocks to get a better view and surprise surprise I fell into the river. For those who don’t know, the Hudson is DISGUSTING like absurdly polluted and we have an invasive species of super sharp water chestnuts so not only was I stinking and soaking wet in my jeans but I got an ass full of spiney hell barnacles. Me and the family I was with all took a picture and they made me stand in the back because I looked absolutely nasty lmfao

I once got flashed by a Rockette at the Radio City Christmas Spectacular

I once hugged a 12 foot Christmas tree and then it fell on me and my whole family laughed instead of helping me

Chuck E Cheese almost killed me when I was 3

I once skipped school to see a Green Day concert in central park at 8 in the morning

The kindergarten bus driver ran over my shoe bc I wasnt paying attention to where I was going and she was HAULING ASS down our residential street. Like an inch closer and she would’ve broken my foot. We became friends after that and she’d stop and all the little kids would wave whenever she saw me lmao

I learned how to swim bc my dad threw me in the pool and was like just fuck around and find out

Also I had a really shitty kiddie pool at my mom’s when i was little and it was like only one foot deep so id just lay face down in it and practice holding my breath and nobody checked to see if i was like. dead

I was once grounded for two months with nothing but a pink walkman and a Billy Joel CD. Even after I got my stuff back I took the walkman with me to school every day lol

I once grabbed a fishing hook like with my bare hands and got it caught in my finger. We were swimming in a lake with these two brothers, one had to be 7 and the other 10, and the 7 year old had one of those fake fishing poles with a plastic fish on the end, so I assumed the older brother had that as well so I grabbed under the water near his lure. So imagine me, a 13 year old, sobbing as a tiny child nonchalantly tears a hook out of my finger

I once mistakenly swam in sewage in Wildwood NJ

The only time I can ever recall being openly hit on was in a McDonalds (I’m sure its happened more but I am Dense)

My older brother put me in the dryer when I was little (he didn’t turn it on thankfully) He also used to hold my upside down by my ankles and shake me

I was so scrawny in middle school my first girlfriend could pick up my desk with me in it and carry it across the room, and i started dating her like a week after she punched me in the junk as a dare (i later found out i was gay bc she tried to kiss me at a school dance and i ran away)

the first time I made out with someone we got stuck together bc we both had braces

(lowkey nsfw under the cut bc i am an adult and i can overshare about those things if i want but i recognize that makes some folks uncomfy)

I first got to third base after losing a round of super smash bros melee (”bro i can roast your ass as any character go ahead pick your main i’ll destroy you” “If you do i will literally jerk you off” and I am a man of my word) I did not realize this guy actually liked me until a month later because I am, in fact, a moron

I lost my virginity while watching the Princess Bride

I almost broke my nose cause I slipped in the shower while doing stuff and while my bf at the time was freaking out i asked if we could finish, unaware that blood was just pouring out of my nose

#connor talks #and also screams into the void #i would kin fry but i genuinely dont know how kinning works #i love oversharing on the tbumblr #all of these are. 100% true unfortunately #I DEF have more but ive exposed myself enough today #i also might draw some of these as fry bc i just relate so hard to him

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futurewriter2000 · 5 years

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I am finally going to say it.

Lately it hasn’t been easy for me. It was never easy for me but somehow I managed to be positive about it.

Let’s start at the begining.

Year 2000 a girl was born. A girl who went home in a blue suit because everbody expected a boy. They expected my parents to have a son but guess they were all disappointed at that.

Year 2002 she found herself her first friend who became her best friend for the next 11 years of her life. That same year her father’s mother passed away and her father wasn’t the same ever again. He was attached to his mother and I believe she came second place after himself, into loving.

From all my years in Kindergarten, I hated it the most. I was shy and quiet. Kids used that against me. They bullied me and made fun of me. That’s why I kept to my corner and drew but I never thought drawing would ever get me in trouble. See, I was afraid of my father. Everytime my mother left for work, I cried. Everytime I went to kindergarted, I cried. Everytime my father came to get me, I cried becasue he smelt of alcohol and cigarates. Kids in kindergarten made fun of me. I hated kindergaten the most.

2006 another girl one month older than the first girl moved into the neighbourhood. They became close friends and she made the girls- my childhood worth remembering. But there was this one problem with me. I was overweight. You see I had lunch in school and every time I came home, my father forced me to eat. He used to shout at me for not eating the whole plate. He shouted at my older sister (by three years) whenever she couldn’t eat the whole plate and he stormed out of the kitched, smashing the chairs on the floor because two kids couldn’t eat a full plate. I couldn’t eat a full plate but I remember how terrified I was of my own father, so I forced myself to eat the full plate. As a kid I was never bothered with that but my mother kept saying to stop eating so much but my father encouraged me on. They used to fight over my weight.

My First Grade was good but for some odd reason nobody could remember my name. Of course, my name was different from any other names they’ve heard. Like Sara, Katja, Maja, Petra... normal names. Mine was odd and I have always hated it because it was odd. Who can remember and pronounce the name such as mine. So I was a fat, shy kid in Middle school. An easy target for bullies. I was terrified most of the time. Going to school and going home. My parents argued a lot. I fought with my sister a lot. It was just...more bad memories than bad...that’s why I don’t remember them much. Because I don’t want to.

2011 came and it was the most horrible year. My mother’s father was sick and it had been tough on my mother. He raised her because her mother, my grandmother, used to beat her when she was young. When my grandparents divorced, my mother and uncle stayed with my grandfather. It wasn’t easy since my grandfather had a tendency to be quite strict and old fashioned. He had a short temper and thin nerves. He terrified me but now that he’s gone, I realized I loved him. I loved the way he sat under his linden tree with his cat and that is a great memory to have. My grandfather and his Jack. Though he was very ill and his sickness took him quick but it took him in my birth month. Instead of being happy that my birthday is coming soon, I was terrified of what might happened. I only wished he wouldn’t die on my birthdays. That didn’t ease things. He died six days after my birthday. My mother was never the same.

More fights came after. I remember this one night when my dad was so drunk he- he lost control. I was in the living room with my mother and sister when he was shouting on the top of his lungs. I was petrified, along with my mom and sister. He started throwing dishes out of the dishwasher. He threw the lunch over the balcony which I had to go get the other morning. I could never look at him the same. Every night since then, whenever my father goes drinking I stay awake and wait. I am afraid, every night.

2013 came and I got sick. I had my apendix removed. I remember that day. I remember I couldn’t eat. I saw the food in school and I couldn’t eat. I came home, my tummy was hurting and I told my mom that very same day it did. She told me to go to school. (By then...for years my mom and dad haven’t been sleeping together in the same room. He kept sleeping in the living room). She was sleeping in my bed with me that day. I went to school, couldn’t eat lunch in school or lunch at home. I went to sleep but I couldn’t really fall asleep becasue it hurt. The next thing I new I went to the doctors and they diagnosed me wrong. They sent me home but it got worse. Fever was high and I was shaking. I don’t remember much but I was waiting in the hospital for 4 hours. My dad didn’t even bother to wait with me and my mom. He went drinking that very same day. I was in pain and he went drinking. That hurts me still. I had two surgeries in one whole month. The doctor said I was strong and she said I could have died perhaps if I was a day late. My mom lost it.

2015. First day of high shool. I was put in a class without any friends. All my friends were put in one class but they threw me in the other. Funny thing, the 4th year couldn’t even spell my name right. I was alone most of the time but then I became friends with the wrong crowd. They made me come out of my shell but they also corrupted me. A good girl turning bad. What a cliche. But I wasn’t bad. I was dumb and naive.

2016. Second year of high school. All my friend from first year had to repeat the first year while I went into the second one. We distanced ourselves from each other and I was again, friendless. I barely rememeber that year because most of the time I was sleeping. I slept through the whole year, crying myself to sleep each night. I wanted to kill myself, many, many times. To see how tempting it was to just...leave. But music pulled me out. And I am thankful for those artists that did pull me out.

2017 was worse despite the good summer I had. I went to my first concert, was taken to my first McDonalds and finally had a pleasure of seeing my beautiful capital city. See, in all seventeen years of my life, I haven’t seen my capital city or was even taken to the shopping center there. My father never wanted to take us. Third year was okay. See, that year I fell in love with one of my classmates. He changed during the summer and he came out of his shell as well. I still feel butterflies in my stomach whenever I think of him. He was my escape for a while.

Until 2018. That year was crucial. I remember I didn’t sign up to trip to Spain with my class but the day they had to leave, everybody was happy but me. The night before my father came drunk home. He came home drunk up his ass, thinking my mom was cheating on him with his best friend. My mom was many things but she wasn’t a cheater. She was loyal and she still is. He grabbed my mother by her neck and started squeezing. I remember I couldn’t breathe for a moment when that was happening. My sister, skinny as she was, grabbed my father from behind and pulled him away. You see, my sister was a softie but when she was upset or angry, she had this way of her adrenalin coming through her veins and suddenly she became the Hulk of her own. I remember going for my mother and comforting her, checking if she was breathing, chechink if she was okay. Of course, physically she was...mentally not so much. My dad grabbed a knife and put his hand on the table. He shouted: “IF I AM A CORRUPT MAN, THEN LET GOD HELP ME CUT MY FINGER OFF! Do you want me to cut my finger off!” And my sister, the Hulk, came rushing to pull him away. I remeber the next day I woke up. My head was heavy, my face was completely motionless. I couldn’t smile or move. I was numb but I still went to school. I remember my classmate, a girl, asking me if I was okay. After I said no, she ignored me. Different was with my other classmate, a guy. We were good friends and he kept looking at me, it was history class, and he went like. “Are you angry at me?” and surprised as I was to hear him ask that, I said no. I could never be angry with him. And he asked me. “You haven’t smiled all day. It’s weird not seeing you smile.” and I put a fake smile on, the largest my numb face could stretch and I knew he saw right through it but God knows I am convicning. “I’m fine.” I said. He did make my day better. For some odd reason I felt like he cared. My mom left August that year. She did cheat on my dad but after the strangling. I couldn’t blame her. My father is a difficult man and a bastard.

I remember my mom saying that she couldn’t come back here for what she did but she promised me that as soon as she get a big enough apartment she would take me with her. I held on to that promise but I think she didn’t.

See in June that same year I dropped out of school and I went to another school but because I knew that other school was wrong for me I came back to my old one. I remember the day my mom told my dad. I was sleeping in my mom’s previous bedroom. For that time I thought it was because she had larger bed but deep down I knew it made me feel closer to her. She was gone but this bed was closest I had of her. And he came in and started shouting and insulting me, just like he did with my mother. My sister was in Bosnia with my cousins but I couldn’t because I had school. We were alone, he was shouting and I remember his works like he spoke to me a minute ago: “You think you’re SO INTELLIGENT! Well, you’re not! You’re not! You are hundred years behind the bear and you will be nothing but a failure! You are dumb! Like your mother!” and I remember him calling me names like kucka (which means a whore) and prasica (a bitch) and govno (shit). I remember I got out of bed, put on my sweatpants that I’m wearing at the moment. I remember putting on a sweater without a bra on. I didn’t even think. I took keys and my phone, a wallet and my shoes and I was running out the door. I was running and crying in my socks. My shoes were in my hands. I didn’t even bother to put them on. I just grabbed them and left and I ran. I ran until I reached the first street lamp and I remember my whole face was wet. From sweat? Tears? Buggers? I don’t know really. I ran to my mum and I remember she was already on the phone with my dad. He was cussing her, threatning her, saying he will kill us all. I remember taking her phone and just cutting him off. I remember crying in her arms all night. It was 4am when I went to sleep. I had to get up at 6 to straight things out for my school. (7th Spetember)

I came back but I couldn’t face my father. I couldn’t and the worst part is I never forgave him for what he did. He made me an 18th birthday party but what he never knew that since my grandfather died, I hated my birthdays. It was the time my grandfather was sick and everybody was just grieving over the not dead man yet. I hated my birthdays since 2011. And I hated my 18th birtday especially. I cried that same night but I remember my crush giving me the sweetest gesture of wishing me a happy birthday. I remember as if it was yesterday. He had his birthday a day before mine. He was definetly something. And you see, everything was going okay until the fourth years, the class I was supposed to graduate with, finally had their prom. And I cried that night because I was supposed to be there. And since then everything was pretty much going straight down to hell.

It’s 2019 now and all I’ve been getting is the slap of realization. My father will never change. I live with a monster. My mother forgot on her promise. My sister doesn’t care about me. She thinks just because I don’t cry in front of everybody.Just because I am not revealing any emotions to people, because I am closed up that I don’t feel. But at one point she is right because I don’t feel anymore. There is a pit inside of me, dark, deep. And all I know is that I’m having so much pain inside of me that all I want is to die. Because I said. Death is quick and beautiful. Death is final peace. Death is sleep for eternity. And I want that. I cannot deal with life. I cannot even think anymore because reality hits when you realize you have nothing. When you realize your whole life has been nothing but pain and missery with a few good moments, there isn’t much to think about but to leave already. I was a broken condom. My mom wanted to abort me. My dad wanted to sleep with my aunt on the day I was born. I was sent to a psychologist when I was five years old because some dumb ass school teacher accused me of saying that I sucked my dad’s dick. And she showed them a picture I drew where I drew my dad with high waisted pants and a small upper body. I drew my sister and me beside him holding hands, and I remember my mom was on the other side but only because there was no space left on the paper. And the psychatric said that’s a problem. I drew a bird and they said it was a dick. Like what kind of bullshit is that. It’s a fucking bird. A cute ass bird. Life wasn’t nice to me. Ever. I don’t want it anymore. That’s the point. And people, even anonymous messeges here on Tumblr can call me grumpy and bitchy and a bad person and send me insults in other languages but you know what? I don’t care. I don’t care anymore because I am done with caring. Because my 2002 best friend is not my best friend anymore. My close friend from 2006 is a fake friend that made me 13 years to realize that. Nobody cares. Nobody should ever care for me because like they say. I am forgettable in every way. Maybe my writing isn’t amazing. It definetly isn’t the kind to remember. My face is not that special to remember. God knows I met the same guy three times and introduced myself to him three times because he couldn’t remember me. I am forgotten. I will always be forgotten. And everything I wrote here...this will be forgotten because nobody cared enough to read it till the end.

#here it is #everything #well #not everything #but a piece of it #finally written down #Foreveronmyblog

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tipsyylove · 5 years

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TEENAGERS; PART SEVEN

b r o w n i e s

you and taeyong go on another date, but, something happens.

warnings: language, underage drinking

NOTE: i don’t condone underage drinking, and neither should you. thank you.

a/n: sorry if it seems rushed, i did most of it in about three hours, so sorry. here it is.

your alarm was extra loud this morning. but, you noticed that you had gotten a text from taeyong, at 5:09 am this morning.

taeyong: hi hi, wanna go out again tonight? it doesn’t have to be all night, being that it’s tuesday, i can take you back home in time :))

you: yeah, definitely. pick me up at about 6-ish?

taeyong: perfect, we can go out to eat tonight too, maybe go back to my place?

you: yeah! see you at school.

“already on your phone, huh, miss (y/n). what a shame.” johnny says, shaking his head.

“shut up, suh. i have plans again tonight. can you guys hold up by yourselves until like 9 or later maybe?”

“sure, being that there’s still gonna be three adults around. but, you’re their favorite, so it might be hard.” he said, shrugging.

“shut up. they’ll be fine.” you said, getting up to get ready.

as you were walking out, yuta stopped you, letting johnny and jaehyun go outside.

“so, you’re going out with taeyong again tonight?” he asked.

“yeah, he said he was gonna take me to dinner.” you said, getting excited.

“oh, sounds fun, don’t have too much fun, okay?” he cocked his eyebrow at you.

“yes, sir.” you said, saluting him as a joke.

he laughs, “let’s get going, they’ve been waiting long enough.” he spoke, leading you out.

as per usual, when arriving at school, you saw taeyong, this time with firey red hair. it looked fucking godly on him, and you never wanted him to change it. damn it. this man truly was the love of your life. but, that’s a dumb thought. you’re in high school. it’s not like you’re gonna go get married after high school, but, boy, did you want to. especially to lee taeyong.

“hi, (y/n)! you excited for tonight?” taeyong nearly yelled at you.

“why wouldn’t i be excited? who do you think i am?” you sassily replied.

“why do i even bother asking? anyways, how are you?” he asks.

“i’m doing amazing. how are you?”

“i’m doing well. i’m so excited for tonight.” he smirks at you.

“i’m glad. why don’t we walk to class together?” you ask.

“ladies first.” he gestures in front of him. you led the way inside, to your trigonometry class.

fuck trigonometry. triangles can suck your ass for all you care. the only thing that you enjoyed about this class was getting to know taeyong more. today was a half day, so you only had three classes and lunch for the day, and then you could go home. it would give you time to hang out with the youngins more, being that you never really do. you could do some things with them that they might enjoy, and could still go out with taeyong later.

“wait, what’s the formula again?” taeyong asked.

“you’re joking, right?” you cocked your eyebrow at him.

“no, i’m not.”

you wanted to laugh, but you didn’t want to be mean.

“a squared + b squared = c squared. so what you’re gonna do is take the a side and b side and square them and-”

“i’m kidding. i know how to do it. i’ve been in this class for a semester. i just like seeing you talk smartly about things. i love when you do it.” he professed.

this caused you to blush. you just got complimented by your crush. what the fuck.

“wow, didn’t know it would have that much affect you that much.” he said, staring at your cheeks.

you quickly covered your face, not wanting to be seen by him anymore. he had way too much effect on you for comfort.

“don’t cover up that beautiful face of yours, princess” taeyong said, taking your hands off of your face. fuck. in public, taeyong? really?

but, you had forgotten that yuta was also in that class. along with jaehyun. they were seat partners in the class that sat right behind you. they had probably heard the entire conversation. you didn’t want to face them, but they were in your other two classes for the day and at next to you in both. fuck.

the bell rang, and you were so nervous to face the other two, so you walked with taeyong to your next class.

you saw johnny, yuta, and jaehyun all sitting at your table already. it was kinda nice to have them in your math class. they were always super helpful in that class. but, today, you were not having it.

“so, miss (y/n), he is even calling you ‘princess’ in public? fucking weirdo. why do you like him again?” jaehyun asks you.

“shut up. it’s a joke. he doesn’t mean it. don’t call him that.” you said, rolling your eyes.

“jaehyun. don’t.” yuta says.

“thank you, bud.” you said, sitting down.

the bell rang shortly after.

when you walked out of your classroom, you saw taeyong standing there. you walked up to him instead of walking with the other boys to your next class.

“wanna ditch?” he whispers to you.

“hold on- what? like, actually?” you question him.

“yeah, totally. then we can just leave to lunch and go home. you down?”

this was weird coming from him. he has really good grades in his classes, so why in the world would he wanna ditch? but, you agreed anyways.

“sweet, let’s go, quick.” he said, grabbing your hand and leading you to the front doors.

you guys had ended up walking to a local park, since it was such a nice day. there was no one there, which was nice. the other boys were blowing up your phone, but you didn’t really care at the moment.

“hey, is it cool if one of my friends joins us? he isn’t too much to handle, i promise.” he spoke.

“yeah, definitely. what’s his name?” you asked.

“his name is mark. everyone thinks that we’re brothers, since we have the same last name, but we’re not. sound familiar?”

“oh, then, yeah, definitely. he seems cool.” you said, looking at the clouds.

“great, there he is now.” he pointed in front of you guys and waved at ‘mark’.

when he got closer, you could see how alluring he was. he had golden blonde hair, which obviously wasn’t his natural color, but it looked good on him. he had golden skin, and a shy voice.

“this is the famous (y/n)? the one you’re always talking ab-” mark got cut off by taeyong.

“mark, (y/n), (y/n), mark.” taeyong introduced you two.

“nice to meet you, mark.” you said, smiling at him.

“you too.” he smiled back, shyly.

this was gonna be fun.

you three ended up going to mcdonald’s for lunch, and then split after. you got mark’s number in advance, though, so you could talk later. you had to make it back to school, so that you could get a ride home, and have more time to get ready for later. you nearly ran when you saw yuta’s car parked in the parking lot still. relief was all you felt. but, again, facing them would be hard.

“hello, miss (y/n), how was ditching class?” jaehyun smugly asked you.

“it was great. i made a new friend. can we go home now?” you asked, looking directly at yuta.

“yep, the youngins are getting impatient.” yuta said, checking his phone.

“let’s get going then, folks!” johnny said.

you had let johnny, jaehyun, and yuta go out for a bit until you left, so you could hang out with the youngins by yourself. you enjoy hanging out with them, but you never really have time to do so, being that you always have to study.

“let’s watch a movie, and then i have to get ready. then, the other three should be back. sound good?” you asked all six of them. they all nodded, and you put on the classic “train to busan”.

the movie went by so fast, and it was now 5:55. the other three had come back, and you got ready for your date. you didn’t overthink anything this time, though. you just threw on a dress and put your hair up. you two were now practically comfortable with each other, so what did it matter? you heard a ring of the doorbell, and rushed downstairs.

“ready?” taeyong says, after you answer the door.

“duh. bye everyone!” you waved at everyone, them waving back.

in the car, you had found out that taeyong had made fake i.d’s for the both of you. it made it so that you were both to appear 21. sure, it was illegal, but to get into the club he wanted to go into, you needed to be 21. this is the best bar in town. so, of course he was gonna take you.

“alright, y’all are good, head on in.” the bouncer said.

“yes!!” you guys celebrated in unison when walking in.

you guys sat down at the bar, and ordered some shots. you guys didn’t want to get completely wasted, being that it is your first time drinking. so, you only bought about three shots each. there was a hockey game on, which you didn’t really care about, but it kept you occupied.

“did i mention how good you look? red suits you.” taeyong eyed you, biting his lip.

“thank you, mr. button up and dress pants.” you punched his arm.

“don’t be creepy, biting your lip n’ shit.” you said to him.

“sorry, i can’t help it when you look this good.” he blushed.

“that’s STILL creepy.” you punched his arm, yet again.

“it’s my drunk talking.”

“you had one and a half shots.” you rolled your eyes at him.

“whatever, let’s go back to my place, it’s already 7.” he said, checking his phone clock.

“whatever you say, sir.” you said, saluting him.

his house was so small, but, it was so nice. it had the most beautiful wooden floors, white walls, and smooth ceilings. he was the only one living there, you assumed, being that it was so small. his couch and tv were so big, though. everything about his house was so nice.

“i made brownies. would you like one?” taeyong asked, holding a brownie out to you.

“yeah, sure? why not?” you said, taking one from his hand.

you quickly took a bite out of it, and noticed how delicious it was. it had chocolate chips in it, and was super gooey. perfect.

your shoes were already off, and you were so comfortable at his house, you felt like you could fall asleep right there.

“do you want me to text them for you, saying you aren’t gonna make it home?” taeyong whispered to you, noticing you were almost asleep.

“please do. thank you so much.” you said.

“no problem.” he said, grabbing your phone and unlocking it with your fingerprint. genius.

“it’s done. sleep well, princess.” he said, kissing your forehead.

that’s when you blacked out completely.

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volleydorkscentral · 5 years

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ANSWER ALL OF THE QUESTIONS IN THE UNUSUAL ASK GAME, YOU COWARD.

First of all:

Second, questions under the cut:

Spotify, SoundCloud, or Pandora? - Spotify! all the way. i hoarse my bf’s account so he can never listen but i don’t care it’s mine now it’s full of my music and my playlists and whenever i’m listening to it and it suddenly changes cause he tries to use it on his phone I call him, “are you using spotify?” “oh. i mean i can listen to something else?” “cool, thanks!” and i get my music back. :D

is your room messy or clean? - it’s somewhere in between. my actual ROOM (bed room, i assume) is pretty clean, except i never make the bed. but the house is .. a work in progress. it’s not dirty but it’s cluttered so my bf and I are having to work together to clear that and build shelves and stuff for more storage space.

what color are your eyes? - dark brown! (with little green flecks when I cry)

do you like your name? why? - Not really? i don’t hate it. My mom wanted to name me Savannah but they had her sign the certificate while she was still drugged from her c-section so it ended up as Crystal?? Idk. She named her dolls Crystal when she was a kid.

what is your relationship status? - dating for almost six years.

how many times a week do you shower? uhhh idk. I don’t shower every day (unless i get gross). AT LEAST four times… but I don’t wash my hair every time cause that’s bad for my hair. I SHOWER WHEN I AM DIRTY.

favorite tv show? does Haikyuu!! count? that’s probably a given. HM. Well, we don’t have cable so I don’t watch a lot of NEW shows? …. OH. Duh. Fuckin me I’m a dumbass. Bob’s Burgers. I literally have it on ALL THE TIME. I don’t like silence so it’s ALWAYS on in the background if i’m not listening to music. I’ve seen every episode a zillion times. I can usually pinpoint every scene and the major lines/jokes.

shoe size? most brands it’s 5 1/2

how tall are you? SHORTER THAN NISHINOYA BUT TALLER THAN YACHI. I’m like… 5ft-5’1 depending on how much my back hurts. (i used that earlier and someone said it was funny and i’m trash so i’ll repeat it here!)

sandals or sneakers? i wear Bobs LOL. (knock off toms) and i’ve got one pair of sneakers and sometimes I wear my ballet flats around even though my bf says they look dumb fuck u they’re comfy.

do you go to the gym? No. I used to, but where I live now it’d be like a 45 min drive. I don’t really LIKE gyms though? working out is boring to me. No matter how hard I try. I’d love to start dancing again for real.

describe your dream date - April 25th because it’s not too cold and not too hot. Okay but jk that’s a lie where I live it’s balls hot in april. Idk. I’d like to go hiking when it’s not very hot? Take my dog, let her run around. Take a picnic. Sit in a grassy field and talk about dumb shit cause we know each other’s dreams and hopes by now.

how much money do you have in your wallet at the moment? UHM. fuck like…. $27? i know there’s a twenty and a handful of ones. And a handful of change.

what color socks are you wearing? - NONE. MY FEET ARE COLD. FOREVER COLD.

how many pillows do you sleep with? - pft like 6.

do you have a job? what do you do? - No; I quit after being over worked, under appreciated, cheated out of my paychecks a few times, and no job still due to lingering health issues.

how many friends do you have? answered this already!

whats the worst thing you have ever done? - UHM. Idk i haven’t murdered anyone. I don’t like this question cause if i really try to answer it i’ll spiral into a frustrated, furious depression and self-hatred so… NOPE.

whats your favorite candle scent? i’ve got this candle i got from etsy that’s like… Scottish Highlands? It’s grassy and kinda MAGICY.

3 favorite boy names - i don’t really have favorite names?

3 favorite girl names - answered already

favorite actor? god idk. i’m so bad with names and celebrities. uhm. I really like don’t have a favorite. I LIKE a bunch. Benedict Cumberbatch; Freddie Highmore… uhm. uh. Hugh Laurie?

favorite actress? IDK OKAY?? I LIKE a bunch but i don’t favorite?? I really like Gwendoline Christie. Uhm. Anne Hathaway makes me laugh. MAGGIE SMITH. how could i forget!??!

who is your celebrity crush? I LEGIT don’t have one.

favorite movie? CLUE takes the top spot most days.

do you read a lot? whats your favorite book? I used to read a lot more. The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt

money or brains? personality, bitch.

do you have a nickname? what is it? not *really* but people online used to call me Chrys. My bf calls me ‘sweetie’ sometimes but he also calls the dog that so… ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

how many times have you been to the hospital? - uhm. like the er? Once when I broke my arm. Doc in the box? Not since 2017.

top 10 favorite songs - PFT. Uhm. Jesus just let me die a little. Excluding all Disney; Not in any order:

No One - Biometrix

Danser - Lisandro Cuxi

A Single Moment of Sincerity (E) - Asking Alexandria (the band I was listening to when I designed my rockstar MC that I love so much)

The Annabel Trilogy (a series of 3 albums) - Alesana. Can’t pick a single song because they’re all a part of a huge story. Listen to them.

Chucky vs. The Giant Tortoise - Dance Gavin Dance

Anticoagulant - Sianvar

Ohioisonfire - Of Mice & Men

Coincidance - Handsome Dancer (Watch the Video for the love of god. THANKS ASH FOR THIS GEM)

Devil’s Backbone - The Civil Wars

Still Here - Digital Daggers (i’ve been listening it to a lot for inspiration for a new AU so… yup. That’s gonna be fun and painful)

do you take any medications daily? - yup

what is your skin type? (oily, dry, etc) - i got dry ass skin it sucks

what is your biggest fear? - uhm… physical fear? idk. Heights is a big one that I developed? I used to not care but a while ago I was walking on a bridge and I just… looked over and got FUCKING DIZZZY with nausea and fear that I was gonna fall and almost fainted.

how many kids do you want? - HONESTLY… one or two.

whats your go to hair style? - tried to brush but gave up so just threw it in a claw clip

what type of house do you live in? (big, small, etc) - moderate? one story, four bedrooms. big ass yard though for the dog

who is your role model? - I don’t really have one.

what was the last compliment you received? - answered already

what was the last text you sent? - actual TEXT message? ‘as long as there’s someone with her overnight she’ll be okay during the day cause of the dog door and stuff. just play with her before you go to work and maybe hide some treats around the house for her to hunt for’ - texting my friend that’s gonna house sit while we go on a family vacation soon.

how old were you when you found out santa wasn’t real? - UH idk the age? i know I saw my mom writing scavenger cards though. My fam has never had a lot of money so to make Christmas more interesting my mom/grandparents (we lived with them till I was in 3rd grade) would make these elaborate scavenger hunts for me and my cousins to do to find our presents around the house or out in the barn or, on one memorable occasion, at the bottom of our pool! Good memories.

what is your dream car? - one that RUNS and has badass AC and speakers

opinion on smoking? - hate it. please don’t do it around me. my bf’s family alllllll smoke all the time and i get so sick when i have to go on vacation with them and be around it for a long time.

do you go to college? - i DID. I went to Culinary school and majored in Baking & Pastry

what is your dream job? - Author or Dog Trainer

would you rather live in rural areas or the suburbs? - rural as all hell. give me trees, cows, and horses.

do you take shampoo and conditioner bottles from hotels? Not usually? but usually the people i’m with do.

do you have freckles? Not on my face (except one) but i’ve got more like… on my arms and just randomly all over but i dont think ‘freckles’ would be what anyone thinks of when they think of me

do you smile for pictures? - only if i’m forced to be in them

how many pictures do you have on your phone? - HAHAHAHAHAHA. Well. Before I got my new phone it was over 10k. Now though its only about 2k.

have you ever peed in the woods? - Only when I was camping.

do you still watch cartoons? - ALL THE GODDAMN TIME

do you prefer chicken nuggets from Wendy’s or McDonalds? - neither. but i HATE WENDYS and can tolerate McD’s fries and they’ve got ballin’ sweet tea so I guess McD.

Favorite dipping sauce? this honey dijon creamy thing at my favorite French restaurant but idk what is is.

what do you wear to bed? - t-shirt

have you ever won a spelling bee? - YUP. 2nd grade.

what are your hobbies? - writing, crocheting, photography, reading, uh… i forget what else

can you draw? when i was doing it all the time i did ok? but i’m WAY TOO IMPATIENT now a days to do it.

do you play an instrument? - no but i wish i did :(

what was the last concert you saw? - i’ve never been to a concert. crowds are icky

tea or coffee? - tea!

Starbucks or Dunkin Donuts? - already answered this

do you want to get married? - Yes pls

what is your crush’s first and last initial? - (bf, but I suppose i still have a crush on him? is love considered a crush?) J. Y.

are you going to change your last name when you get married? god yes. my current last name is my shitbag of a sperm doner and i hate it. my mom kept it after they divorced only cause she thought her maiden name would be too hard for me to spell but i would give anything to have that name instead

what color looks best on you? - idk. i prefer black but i’ve been told green and certain shades of pink/yellow.

do you miss anyone right now? - not until i thought about it, thanks

do you sleep with your door open or closed? open so my pupper can go in and out

do you believe in ghosts? not until i’m faced with darkness and creepy things

what is your biggest pet peeve? people chewing their food loud. people not picking up after themselves. people interrupting me (but not in the excited, OMG way. that we can work though) but in the ‘i don’t care what you’re saying i’m going to talk now’ way

last person you called` - my bf to discuss plans for his brother’s bday

favorite ice cream flavor? cookies n’ cream!

regular oreos or golden oreos? DOUBLE STUFF OF EITHER

chocolate or rainbow sprinkles? FUCK SPRINKLES

what shirt are you wearing? a shirt that has my dog’s face on it :D

what is your phone background? - the art that Ash drew of Bokuto from my fic Just a Taste!!

are you outgoing or shy? - i hate talking to strangers but with my friends i’m pretty fucking loud and chatty

do you like it when people play with your hair? only people i know

do you like your neighbors? nope. he’s an asshole who neglected his dog and i wanna skin him alive

do you wash your face? at night? in the morning? i do my best to remember to do it at night but i always do it when i shower

have you ever been high? yup.

have you ever been drunk? yup

last thing you ate? BIRTHDAY CAKE

favorite lyrics right now - idk? i guess the first lyrics that came to mind, even though they’re not my favorite, just ones that i like and were stuck in my head for a while: “All of the handsome fiction / will melt away / and when the flame burns brighter / Evaporate” Evaporate - Dance Gavin Dance

summer or winter? WINTER FOR THE LOVE OF GOD. IT’S SO FUCKING HOT IN SUMMER I DIE EVERY DAY

day or night? both have their merits

dark, milk, or white chocolate? - all chocolate but i prefer white to just EAT.

favorite month? uhm. uhh. November maybe? for NaNoWriMo.

what is your zodiac sign - pftt.. i think i used to be a Gemini? i don’t believe in all that stuff

who was the last person you cried in front of? - ….. my dog? but probably my mom and Grandmother when my GM basically said my bf didn’t love me and was a shit human being and i was a shit granddaughter for loving him. i was both upset and furious and i walked away from them. (my mom called and apologized, but i haven’t spoken to my GM since)

THERE ASH ARE YOU GODDAMN HAPPY. that took so long LOL (I hope the formatting came through I had to redo it on this tumblr page UGH)

#ask game

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whaleyoufeedmenuggets · 5 years

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Im too lazy to look at the questions so DO ALL OF THEM. (if you dont wanna then go on a random number generator and get 5 random numbers)

ITS REALLY LONG BUT I DID IT KJSHADJS HERE GOES i love oversharing my lifealso im putting a read more line bc its hella long

1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans?

water bottles

2. chocolate bars or lollipops?

ehhh depends on my mood. i’d say it’s (dark) chocolate most of the time (love that 70% dark chocolate mmMmMm)

3. bubblegum or cotton candy?

cotton candy!! except when it gets all over my face and hair o no

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you?

common report book comments included

- very active

- bright

- “the live wire of the class”

- usually distracted but still does well

- mischievous

- playful

5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups?

bottles so that i can close it and save the rest for later and not have to chug it yeet

6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear?

sportswear #sweatpantsalldayeveryday

7. earbuds or headphones?

def headphones but they’re inconvenient sometimes :/

8. movies or tv shows?

tv shows!! (also, my adhd ass can’t get through a movie without zoning out oops)

9. favorite smell in the summer?

i haven’t experienced /real/ summer (thank u singapore’s tropical climate) but i rly like the smell of rain :”)

10. game you were best at in p.e.?

making up excuses to skip pe

11. what you have for breakfast on an average day?

belvitas before morning practice

croissant sandwich and chocolate milk after practice

if there’s no practice, then scrambled eggs from the dining hall lolol

if i’m too lazy to go to the dining hall, then cereal

12. name of your favorite playlist?

it’s literally called jams and the description is “a clusterfuck of stuff i’ve jammed to at some point”

13. lanyard or key ring?

key ring

14. favorite non-chocolate candy?

gummy bears/sour patch kids

15. favorite book you read as a school assignment?

death of a salesman - arthur miller

16. most comfortable position to sit in?

with one foot up on the chair and the other leg sitting normally

17. most frequently worn pair of shoes?

a pair of asics sneakers

18. ideal weather?

15ºc/60ºf when its like cool but not too cold but also not ridiculously hot and also when theres no insane wind (a light breeze is fine)

19. sleeping position?

on my left side and hugging a pillow/bolster/soft toy

20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)?

i like the feeling of pen and paper but im disorganized as hell so an apple pencil + ipad makes a good enough substitute

21. obsession from childhood?

frogs (i’ve loved them since i was 3 hehe)

22. role model?

a dude i used to train with for a while in 2014. he retired last year but he’s always looked out for me like an older brother since we trained together (he’s 8 years older than me lmao) and even thought i’m so far away rn he still checks in on me and stuff and idk he’s probably one of the swimmers i respect the most.

23. strange habits?

i cant fall asleep at night if im not hugging something. like. it could be a pillow. or a soft toy. literally anything. once on a school trip i hugged a pair of sweatpants to sleep bc i legit cant fall asleep if im not hugging something.i have no problem falling asleep in class/on buses/cars/planes though.

24. favorite crystal?

idk i never really paid enough attention to crystals to actually have a favorite and know their names. they’re all rly pretty tho.

25. first song you remember hearing?

uhh h h i honestly can’t remember. probably some classical music bc i played the violin and that was my first experience of music that i was actually aware of????

26. favorite activity to do in warm weather?

switch on the aircon and take a nap / sit in bed on netflix/playing on my nintendo switch. and swimming outdoors i guess.

27. favorite activity to do in cold weather?

switch on the heater and take a nap / sit in bed on netflix/playing on my nintendo switch.

do u see a pattern here

28. five songs to describe you?

jet lag - simple plan (bc time zones suck and i miss my fam & friends)

avalanche - bring me the horizon (pretty much sums up how tf my brain feels)

high hopes - p!atd

astronaut - simple plan

the reckless and the brave - all time low

29. best way to bond with you?

doing dumb shit with me

also Quality Time™️ like idk even if we’re chilling and doing our own shit i like just spending time with people im comfortable enough with

30. places that you find sacred?

idk

31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names?

a hoodie and sweatpants

for no reason other than that’s what i wear 90% of the time

32. top five favorite vines?

I AM CONFUSION!!! AMERICA EXPLAIN

this bitch empty. yeet.

im in my mom’s car VROOM VROOM

the one of that dad playing the saxophone (???) and the kid slamming the oven door open and shut

road works ahead “haha yea sure hope it does!”

33. most used phrase in your phone?

either lmao or lolol or LMFAO or yeet

34. advertisements you have stuck in your head?

gOD i had spotify ads stuck in my head all the time before i switched to premium and now i cant remember any of them (thank god)

35. average time you fall asleep?

i’d say 12:30-1ish

36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing?

the tROLL FACE MEME LIKE those rage faces idk what they’re called but BASICALLY THOSE 2010-2012 era memes

37. suitcase or duffel bag?

suitcase!!! i like sitting on them and yeeting myself around on them or getting people to push me around and then falling off

38. lemonade or tea?

lemonade

39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie?

ngl i havent had either of them before

40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school?

so in jc2 (aka 12th grade), for some reason PEOPLE WERE PUTTING PRE-PACKAGED HARD BOILED EGGS ALL OVER THE SCHOOL. like they were still in their wrappers and all but u could open ur schoolbag and find like 5 eggs in there. and no one knew where they came from. i think at one point there were even eggs hanging from the pull-up bars. all i know is that they were everywhere and people in my batch still remember it as the egg invasion of acjc.

41. last person you texted?

my mom

42. jacket pockets or pants pockets?

def jacket!!! especially when they have zips hehe

43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket?

hoodie

44. favorite scent for soap?

idk man depends on my mood

45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero?

sci-fi bc im a fricken nerd

46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in?

shirt and sweats

47. favorite type of cheese?

cheddarrr also i like mozzerrella sticks

48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be?

a fineapple B)

lmao jk ummmm maybe a watermelon bc when u hit it it sounds hollow, just like how my skull would sound if someone hit it (h a)

49. what saying or quote do you live by?

here for a good time not for a long time

never give up without a fight

50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have?

idk probably some dumb meme. i laugh at a lot of stuff like i laugh anything even mildly funny. some that i can think of off the top of my head are:

- i was tryna type ducky but typed fucky instead and sOmEOnE (could be the person who submitted this ask, idk tho) changed my facebook messenger nickname to fucky and the notification was like ”poopy butthole changed your nickname to fucky” and i think that’s still the funniest sentence i’ve read in my whole life

- one time we went to mcdonalds and a friend said mcfluffy instead of mcflurry and idk why but i laughed so hard at that

- once @doduo and i spent half a chinese lesson cutting out random faces from the chinese newspaper and sticking them randomly all over the classroom and idk. it was the funniest thing ever. until the teacher came over and confiscated my scissors rip.

51. current stresses?

- an essay draft (that i am procrastinating rn by doing this, oops)

- CANADIAN TRIALS (but thats a good kind of stress)

- submitting a proposal for a group project but none of my groupmates are freaking replying my texts ugh

52. favorite font?

avenir next!! i find san serif fonts way easier to read than serif lolol.i like helvetica neue too.

53. what is the current state of your hands?

dry af but also i just got my nails done so they pretty rn hehe

54. what did you learn from your first job?

i…havent had a real job yet

55. favorite fairy tale?

idk i was never rly one for fairy tales even as a kid.

56. favorite tradition?

chinese new year when we get CASH and we spend 3 days just eating junk yEET im rly sad im gonna be missing it the next few years tho

57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome?

hh h h hh hhh hh hh they’re pretty personal i don’t /really/ wanna put it out here but i can text you the answer to this if you want (i’m perfectly fine with that!!)

58. four talents you’re proud of having?

- i think i’m pretty intuitive!!! i can guess anyone’s mbti if i’ve spent enough time with them/gotten a detailed enough description of them /winks/ and i can read people pretty well in general and i can draw links to themes/symbols in lit pretty well….???

- i’m somewhat decent at lettering…i think

- i’m good at pull-ups and also vertical jumps i’m secretly a froge

- i’m decent at photography…i guess….

59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be?

yeet

60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be?

pokemon !!

61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.?

/sweats/ i’m not very good at remembering lines from books/movies/shows WELP

62. seven characters you relate to?

JAKE PERALTA - b99

rosa diaz - b99

linguine - ratatouille (he’s permanently confused and he let a ratto take over his job bc he had no idea what he was doing like damn what a big mood)

dory - finding nemo/finding dory (i relate to the forgetfulness)

percy jackson

kale bae /winks/

mitt (during bad phases) /winks again, but sadly/

63. five songs that would play in your club?

idek man i wouldnt even be at my own club i’d be at home taking a nap i’ll just ask someone else to handle my playlist

64. favorite website from your childhood?

club penguin !!!

65. any permanent scars?

yE one of them was from jumping onto a treadmill going at 13km/h 2 years ago bc i thought i was a good idea

66. favorite flower(s)?

i dont have any

67. good luck charms?

i eat pancakes for breakfast on meet days!!!! altho i think this is more of a habit than a good luck charm tbh lmao.

also i guess pip???? he’s my emotional support narwhal :’)

68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried?

durian. i cant stand the stuff or anything flavored like it ugh.

69. a fun fact that you don’t know how you learned?

red food coloring is derived from beetles

70. left or right handed?

right

71. least favorite pattern?

overly-floral patterns i guessssss. also i hate wearing stripes.

72. worst subject?

chinese

besides that, math and physics

73. favorite weird flavor combo?

i rly like vanilla ice cream and fries

also i would eat ketchup with nearly anything

74. at what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen?

i usually just suck it up and go to sleep when it comes to pain but i guess an 8??? idk. i usually take advil/ibuprofen only for fevers

75. when did you lose your first tooth?

i got my first loose tooth on january 11 2005 and it fell out on january 18 2005 & it was a tuesday (pls don’t ask me how i remember this bc i dont know)

76. what’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)?

tater tots

77. best plant to grow on a windowsill?

cactus i guess. idk im not good at plants.

78. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store?

grocery store sushi (it was pretty decent in singapore so yeeeee lmao also i ate a lot of that as a kid)

79. which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo?

its the same photo for both so yeAh

80. earth tones or jewel tones?

earth

81. fireflies or lightning bugs?

idk i always called them fireflies

82. pc or console?

console I LOVE THE FEEL OF BUTTONS

83. writing or drawing?

drawing (more like doodlign for me bc i cant draw for shit)

84. podcasts or talk radio?

neither but if i rlllllly had to choose then podcasts i guessss s sss

84. barbie or polly pocket?

neither LMAO i gave all my barbies haircuts when i was a kid bc i didnt know what to do with them

85. fairy tales or mythology?

mythology for sure!! i love greek mythology (may or may not be bc of percy jackson lolol)

86. cookies or cupcakes?

87. your greatest fear?

losing those i love and care about (could be drifting or actual death it goes both ways)

88. your greatest wish?

rn, for my essay to write itself

for the short-term, to make the olympics (and WUGs…and worlds…and sea games…and asian games…and commonwealth games lmao)

for the long-term, uhhh idk. i just wanna live a life i’m satisfied with and to have a job i actually like and to be able to support my parents

89. who would you put before everyone else?

my mom

90. luckiest mistake?

i always say that i regret doing a year of college in singapore instead of coming here for freshman year but if i’d come in a year earlier like i was supposed to, i proba wouldn’t have made it past swim team tryouts and i made some pretty great friends in my first year of college soooo it all worked out i guessi cant think of any others rn

91. boxes or bags?

bags

92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights?

fairy lights are rly pretty!!but i like natural light :”)

93. nicknames?

deb

debs

debo

debbo

alpha childuhh h h i think thats about it??? i cant remember any others

94. favorite season?

spring’s pretty great rni like fall too (before it gets cOLd)

95. favorite app on your phone?

insta/tumblr/telegram

96. desktop background?

a photo of me looking rly cool at the starting blocks before a race B)

97. how many phone numbers do you have memorized?

4 - mine (singapore & US), my mom’s and my dad’s

98. favorite historical era?

uhh h h idk the ice age seemed pretty cool haha sike it was actually coldmedieval times seemed pretty cool too like damn i want a suit of armorWHEW I SPENT WAY TOO MUCH TIME ON THIS but i had fun so yeet

also if you read all the way down here ily and you’re cool

#ask #this was hella long #but also hella fun

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For a change. I love Internet people for never running out of survey ideas.

Just say what you think of (doesn't have to be one-word answers) when I mention these. Quick, simple, just for fun. Curtain: I remember a story JM told us of when he nearly burned his house down when he was younger - he was flying paper airplanes but not without lighting the tips on fire. One of the planes landed on the curtain and I think it burned that particular room pretty bad or something. Door: I have a door to my right at the moment. It’s brown and I know my dog is waiting outside because I can hear his paws. Shoe: We went shoe hunting yesterday for Joacky, because he wanted a pair of the Nike Cortez. It’s widely popular in the PH right now so even though we visited like 7 shoe stores yesterday, we weren’t able to find one in the color that he likes. Pants: I finally got a pair of mom jeans yesterday and I can’t wait to wear it for school. I’m tired of wearing the same bottoms. Wig: I attended a workshop a few months ago where the speaker disclosed that she has leukemia, and she took off the wig she had been wearing the whole time to show us her head. I also remember the RuPaul Stans part of Twitter because they say ‘wig’ all the time...

Makeup: Kate made me her subject last Thursday and she played with my face and put makeup on it. Ended up feeling really pretty because she did a pretty awesome job. Instagram: I snubbed Instagram for the longest time but thought that a ‘one-pic-for-every-day-of-the-year’ dump account wouldn’t hurt, so I made one of those for 2019. My photography skills are absolutely nowhere to be found, and my gallery is super haphazard, but I really want to make an effort to store memories this year. YouTube: Hmm first thing I thought of was PewDiePie. I subscribed to the dude when he had like 60,000 subscribers eight years ago and only had a couple of Amnesia montages up. I always feel like a proud momma/early bird whenever I remember how far and how big he’s gotten since. Life: Exhaustion, mainly. It’s gonna start snowballing by next year when I graduate. It’ll be nonstop from there - facing the prospect of coming out to my parents, graduating, getting a job, getting my first credit card, moving out, paying bills...it’s all very exhausting, exhilarating, exciting, and overwhelming to think about. Chili: Gabie and I had Japanese for early dinner last week, and I was a little weirded out by the restaurant because each seat had a red chili pepper on the placemat? I’m talking every damn seat in the place??? Idk if it’s some sort of good luck charm for the owners but it made things very slightly unsettling hahaha. Cherry: There was a WWE Diva named Cherry like ten years ago who had the gimmick of a 50′s chick, I think...I was never quite sure what her character was supposed to be, but she had roller-skates every time she went to the ring and would sometimes wear outfits with polka dots so I thought she was pretty cute. Neil: Armstrong. Haha I was going through Reddit awhile ago when I saw a video of Buzz Aldrin punch a dude who went up to him and said that the moon landing was a hoax. Not exactly Neil Armstrong but still a good story. Drive: I like watching car chases. It’s almost...therapeutic when the suspect crashes or loses control of his car and finally gets caught. Murder: I never got into How To Get Away With Murder. It’s too fast-paced for my life. I feel like I’m the only person who doesn’t understand legal concepts because so many people are able to catch up with this show even if Viola Davis speaks a thousand words a minute and they’re all really deep words??? Idk HAHAHA. I watched like two episodes and felt super dumb after. Ice cream: OMG I hate a la mode desserts. I’d eat anything, but I wouldn’t eat two separate things with different textures. Get your ice cream away from my brownie. Water: I can’t wait to go back to the beach. Hard: Hammer? It was the first image to pop up in my head. Anne: Harry Styles’ mom is named Anne hahaha the Directioner in me jumped out, sorry not sorry. Cow: There’s this video that went viral a few months ago of a girl who was playing the accordion; all of a sudden this adorable herd of like 15 cows come running up to her and just intently watch the kid. Wholesome af. Frog: Frog legs are served in some Philippine provinces. Tastes like chicken. Cheese: My lactose intolerant ass will grate half a block of cheese (exaggeration, but you get the point) for my spaghetti. That’s the only way to enjoy pasta. Bowl: Can’t really think of anything except that bowl cuts look so cute on babies hahaha. Television: Is something I never use nowadays unless I’m staying over at a hotel. Other than that, I cannot tell you the last time I held a TV remote control to change the channel or something. Skull: There’s an episode of Friends where Phoebe brings home a skull and nonchalantly sets it on the table where Monica, Rachel, and Chandler were hanging out. Chandler goes, “Pheebs...skull?” Phoebe says, “Yeah, it’s my mom’s,” and Rachel shrieks until Phoebe clarifies that her mom owned the skull, and that the skull wasn’t of her mom. Underrated segment. Rachel’s mini-meltdown was hilarious. Seasons: I had to watch Rent for film class several months ago. Terrible movie. Cemented my dislike for musicals. This is what I remembered because afaik this is the musical that has the minutes song. Language: I can speak two and can understand some archaic/modern Spanish because they conquered us for 300 years and subsequently ruined my country. Trump: McDonald’s. An international embarrassment. Chocolate: We found this AMAZING Chocnut spread at the mall yesterday. I had my initial doubts - I thought it was gonna taste like a cheap Nutella rip-off. But it tastes exactly like Chocnut, just in the most perfect spread-y form. I plan to finish the entire jar just with a spoon. Stove: I’m terribly afraid of using any and every kitchen equipment because I have a big fear of setting the house on fire. I only ever use the stove when I’m deathly hungry and I have to make something by myself. Toy: My family recently went to a kid’s birthday party that had giveaway bags with toys inside, but seeing as we’re all teenagers now who had no use for it, it was earning dust in the house. Now, the Philippines is abound with street children so when we went out yesterday, my mom gave the bag to a couple of kids who were knocking on our car. I know I’m not supposed to romanticize the situation, but they had the biggest smiles when they realized what they got and I saw them playing merrily at the side of the street and even invited some other kids to join in. Again, not glamorizing it - I’m just happy they were happy. Video: I could never run out of things to watch on YouTube. It’s one of my favorite websites, especially when bouts of depression have to happen. Kiss: It started out with a kiss, how did it end up like this? It was only a kiss, IT WAS ONLY A KISS. Glass: The glass section of department stores always creeped me out. One wrong move and you can knock a whole shelf down, and the ‘You break it you pay for it’ signs all over the area don’t help at all. Light: Light and queen come together in this survey and all I remember is Lightning McQueen. Queen: ^ Moon: Breakfast at Tiffany’s. Moon river, wider than a mile, I’m crossing you in style some day. Blue: My organization’s color is blue, so I have a soft spot for blue. Cream: I like soups that are creamy. I say this because my sister had ramen yesterday and it was so oily and salty and fatty and creamy and ugh I loved it. Dead: The Misfits. They’re more horror than death, but still. Purple: My great-grandma loved the color purple and I remember when her house used to be peppered in purple stuff. All her dresses were purple. I’m fairly sure it was the reason why it was my favorite color as a kid. Lace: Underwear, hahaha. Cardboard: Gabie was munching on sunflower seeds when I picked her up last week. I’ve never tried those, so I asked for some and I said it tasted like cardboard. I’ve never eaten cardboard but I would imagine that that’s what it tastes like. Elephant: Majestic. Deserves to be saved and properly cared for. Harry: One of my fave members of the royal family. He’s so precious. Leather: Is bad. Paisley: Isn’t there a country singer with this name? Italy: Pasta and stuff. Joey Tribbiani. Immature: I saw the gun girl Kaitlin-something on Twitter because she got viral again for a dumb-ass tweet she made. She posted pics of herself in the snow and tweeted “Look at all this global warming,” like seriously America??? Wtf do they teach y’all in your schools?????? Crime: Raisins in cookies. Angel: I had a friend named Angel - talked about her a lot in old surveys. She migrated to Canada when we were 12 and I haven’t seen her since. We do follow each other on Twitter but all she tweets about is K-pop so I had to put her on mute. Great memories with her. Boil: When I read this tweet aloud in my head, what I did think of was Charles Boyle from B99. Key: Key lime pie. Never tried it, but I’m always down to try anything. Sacrifice: The Catholic schoolgirl in me remembers the crucifixion because textbooks and teachers would overuse the phrase, “Jesus sacrificed his life for our sins” or “God sacrificed his son to save the world,” and all those cheesy lines. It’s as though the Bible’s favorite word is ‘sacrifice.’ Larry: Punk and AJ’s dog is named Larry Talbot. Dog: ^ Psychology: I took one psych elective last semester, but the prof was average at best so it didn’t really win over the course as a whole to me. Psychology was one of my ‘what-if’ courses so at the start, I was excited about taking it - but the class that I had was just so boring and the prof gave tests that were way too hard for otherwise fairly easy topics, so I quickly ran out of enthusiasm for the class. Rag: I hate touching rags. Especially wet ones UGH. Sun: Hate it, unless I’m at the beach. Lips: My friends dragged me to the makeup section of the department store last week and there were rows upon rows of lipstick testers. As someone who’s never purposely browsed for makeup, I ended up swatching like 20 shades on my wrist and looked like a five year old who doodled all over her whole left arm. Cage: The UFC ring, because it looks like a cage. Alarm: I had/have several alarms set on my phone throughout today to tell me to start working on various deliverables. For example, I had an 8 AM alarm to work on my J 196 paper; then from 8:30 AM I had an alarm to compose letters that I needed to write as my org’s secretary; then at around 10 AM, my alarm was for finishing up my readings for Kas 154 (short for kasaysayan, which means history). Official: I have a batchmate from high school who just got engaged...she was honestly one of the weirder ones back then so as much as I didn’t want to judge, it was hard to take it seriously at first, but it’s whatevs. I have no business in her life and I’m happy she’s happy. King: I finished my history readings this morning and there were so many mentions of kings. Lost: That show. The general consensus is that they ended the show crappily, but other than that I know nothing about it. Dating: There was once a dude who joined a dating show. Ended up being a serial killer. I forgot his name though. Balm: I was at a Korean store yesterday and saw an array of lip balms and glosses. I was never much of a makeup girl but the collection they had was just so cute, it made me think if I should start investing in makeup as well hah. Tomato: Ketchup is my second least favorite condiment after mustard. Game: Hmmm I downloaded a bunch of new game apps on my phone because I recently realized that I’m so boring??? and I only have social media on my phone??? I got ten new apps to make my phone more alive haha. Lotion: Is slimy, but smells nice and makes my skin smooth and look better. I got two hand creams for Christmas last year and it was then that I knew I was getting older because I was genuinely excited to try them both out. Expensive: Everything is. Powder: Reminds me of babies. The smell calms me down so well. Cross: I was shopping for clip-on earrings yesterday and there were several designs with crosses on them, which just reminded me of Christianity and it kinda peeved me for like 3 minutes lol. History: My favorite subject. I’ve never been so excited to be dumped on with such a thick stack of readings until this semester. Sex: Haven’t had it in a bit, too busy. Rainbow: We watched a film called Rainbow’s Sunset, which was really promising because it told a story about two men, both very old, and are lovers. In a traditional, conservative, poisonously Catholic country such as the PH, it’s a very bold move to produce a feature film that tackled such a horrible, taboo, horrifying thing (please note the sarcasm/mockery). We didn’t escape the guffaws and the loud ew’s whenever the two leads would kiss, which was sad.

Anyway that’s not my point and what I really want to say is that the film was ultimately terrible, it was terribly-executed and it portrayed gay men in such a cheesy manner which in the long run, probably contributes to the continuing negative image of LGBT people in the Philippines. Gab, the bigger film buff between the two of us, felt so offended by how bad the movie turned out to be lol. Bay: Bayley, from WWE. She was a huge star like 3 years ago, but I think the bookers ultimately fucked her character up and now she’s stale. I feel so bad. Seth: Seth Rollins, also from WWE. Also very attractive. Pepper: I had okonomiyaki for lunch yesterday and there was like a thicker chunk of pepper that made it to my plate. Didn’t particularly enjoy that bite. Necrophile: Katie Vick. Google it to believe it. Wrestling is fucking dumb. Gravel: Funnily enough I do have a memory for gravel. Akeelah and the Bee was one of my favorite movies growing up; I watched it so many times that I had chunks of dialogue memorized at one point. One of the first scenes had Akeelah joining her school’s spelling bee, and one of the kids spelled grovel as g-r-a-v-e-l. He couldn’t understand why he got it wrong so the judge had to tell him that the word ‘grovel’ actually exists and what it means. Deep: I had a mental picture of the ocean when I read this word, so there’s that. Stephen: Hawking. Bucket: Chum Bucket. Hahaha Spongebob forever. England: Rugby? Grown: I always use the term ‘grown-ass’ haha. Spell: Spelling was one of my favorite activities in grade school and I would always score the highest in spelling exams. Kind of led me to my favorite job of proofreading/copyediting, really. Bark: My dog barked at nothing for five whole minutes a couple of days ago and it was hilarious. I shot two minutes of it. Long: Trees? Fan: Pamaypay, or hand fans in English.

Australia: First things that came to mind were the Sydney Opera House and Vegemite. Iron: Gabie’s nose bled last week. It wouldn’t stop flowing out of her nostrils and it smelled like rust for a good 15 minutes while she was trying to wash all the blood off, so it didn’t exactly help my case as someone who’s squeamish to death at the sight of blood. Melt: Chocolate. Beanie: Too warm for this country’s climate. Wax: Candles. Vigils. Burning your finger. Staying up all night to pray. Catholic school. Disease: Zombies. Resident Evil. Cannibal: The band Cannibal Corpse. Tried to get into them because Punk listened to them but it was too heavy for me. Flight: Airplanes, flights, vacations, away from everyone, nothing to worry about, good food, fighting with my siblings for the window seats. Porn: People be having weird fetishes sometimes. The thumbnails I see on websites...some of y’all crazy. Pot: I thought about how college life is so crazy. People would sell brownies or cookies with weed in them IN SCHOOL, meanwhile I still don’t even know if weed and pot are the same or if they’re two different things ohmygod HAHAHAHA I’m so sheltered wow I’m hopeless?????? Style: Taylor Swift and that subtle shade to Harry. People were shookened five years ago. Floss: Pork floss is really good. Star: There was a local celebrity who recently tweeted a pic, supposedly of a tiny tiny star that was beside the moon at like 5 AM, and she was asking what it was. Someone replied that it was Venus and explained what she just saw for her. Super cool. Nate: I don’t know anyone named Nate. I DID, however, remember the Naked Brothers Band. The older brother is named Nat, so it’s close enough. Soft: Pillows are soft. Orange: Hayley Williams’ hair 11 years ago. Witch: Philippine superstitions and how crazy and obsessive Filipinos can get. My mom, one of the most rational, no-nonsense people I know, scolds me every time I mock witchcraft or what we call ‘kulam’ cos she believes something will happen to me if I do. I’m all for honoring our mythology and traditions but sheesh, not to the obsessive extent. Mound: Ants. Root: Gabie used to watch this show where she shipped two girls named Root and Shaw. Oil: Massages. Hot: Deserts. Disc: Childhood, blowing on it to make it work, double-sided discs for longer movies, if a disc had scratches expect it to die soon. Soil: Plants. Planting trees. Muddy. Ugly: That scene in Spongebo where Patrick tells the story of the ugly barnacle. “Once there was an ugly barnacle. He was so ugly that everyone died. The end,” which didn’t help Spongebob who at the time was feeling super ugly hahahahaha. Sugar: Maroon 5. Also, my grandma used one particular jar for sugar throughout my entire childhood. It’s plastic, it’s clear, and it came with a red-orange lid. I’d often eat sugar on its own so I saw that jar quite a bit and it gives me a sense of nostalgia. I’m not so sure if that’s still the jar being used in the old house. Bone: Ribs :( Been craving for some. Sigh: Air??? I don’t know. Throne: Game of Thrones. I had to watch a 26-minute documentary of a GoT production for my broadcast management class. It’s insanely hard. So much respect to everyone involved in its prod. Calendar: I’m secretary for my org, which means that I always have to update everyone about our calendar of events. Carpet: Fancy. Flesh: The Walking Dead. Cement: Dangerous. Vow: The movie with Rachel McAdams and Channing Tatum. One of my guiltier pleasures. Sweet: Desserts. And now I’m hungry.

#survey #surveys #lengthy but a goodie

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nhlhoser · 6 years

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On The Rocks -19

Part 18 Masterlist

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minor swearing

My own scent is quite ripe in comparison to my fading air fresher by the time I finally get into my car and the only thing in the air now being the mix of antiseptic and sweat - The sweat only being partially mine from handling all the gross men and hugs of celebration. It's a foul odor to a nose not accustomed to such treatment, having to spend a large quantity of my life in sports arenas watching my brothers lacrosse my senses are acclimatized.

A sense of nostalgia flooded my brain with memories of weekends spent hanging around arenas watching my brother play lacrosse or hockey- sitting away from my dad because he had a bad habit of yelling louder than the coach. My moms look of disapproval when I would come home smelling like an equipment bag from carrying my brother's things simply because I could.

My warm fuzzy moment lasted until my heart clenched at the other memories associated with the previous ones but weren't that of good times of love but of hate. My mother's disapproval didn't end at simple looks or glares, she had a burning hatred for my father and she would always make sure I knew it. She was a cold lady in contrast to my warm as the sun father. I could never fathom how they ever got together but the story is something to do with my Nonna's playing matchmaker.

Gripping the steering wheel, my knuckles turn white in an attempt to gain some stability over my rampageous memories that are usually repressed to the extent they don't even exist anymore. A couple of deep breaths reminded of my need to go home and shower but first I need a fatty burger and fries.

My phone buzzed on the passenger seat beside my over sized bag of McDonalds as I pulled into the underground of my building.

Steph: MAde iit HOOME, LOVE YOUUU

wait das for MITCHHHHHY but love u toooooo

sent 11:01pm

Chuckling at the drunk messages I grab a hand full of salty goodness shoving it in my mouth, arranging the McDonalds bag and drink to sit on the roof before grabbing my purse and work bag from the trunk. The hat I was wearing all night sitting on top of my bag made me stop and laugh.

The navy blue hat had the simple Leafs logo in the same shade making rather difficult to make out but the design that sticks out the most to me- would be '34' in silver on the right-hand side above the brim.

"Nice hat," Now makes sense.

Groaning I flick the offending object deep into my trunk grabbing my bag, slinging it and my purse over my shoulder. Grabbing the McDonalds bag with more force than needed I am off towards the elevator in my delayed embarrassed state- grumbling and mumbling curses.

The apartment is silent and dark when i enter still feeling the effects of embarrassment on my cheeks. Kicking off my black runners somewhere near where there are suppose to be, silently making my way up the stairs where the sounds of Steph shower running makes my ears twitch.

"So she's not too drunk," I sigh a bit relieved.

I drop off a box off 10 nuggets on Steph's bed with some sweet n sour sauce the shower still on in the bathroom across the hall, steam, and light leaking through the bottom of the door. The familiar scent of Stephanie's Lavender products hits my nose as I pass on the way to my room.

Laying in bed, my thoughts wandering into my past which brings a feeling that is anything but nostalgic, deep seeded sadness aches in my chest pulling memories of my mom into the forefront of my brain that I do not wish to recall, Staring up a at my ceiling for a moment longer I turn onto my right grabbing my phone off the adjacent table as still charges. I adjusted myself to sit against my head board so I don't unplug my phone.

12:00 am

Scrolling through snap chat stories the sensation of the win re inhabits my chest replacing the dull ache caused thinking too deep, viewing some the guys snaps and Steph's watching the game. Wide smiles take up a majority of the videos and photos. Mitch has a video with his mom dancing in the kitchen with his dad, William has many videos from the celebration in the locker room.

Checking my personal snaps-which a normal person would have done first- I have some from Steph and Sydney all of the game from the WAGS box or their wine glasses captioned STRESSED. Snaps from Will making fun Mitch or just dumb face.

The last one being from Auston. It's a photo of me with that damn hat blocking my face as I massaged out a cramp on someone's leg, The 34 was visible from whatever vantage point he had. The caption 'Always Knew I was your favorite' with a simple smiley face.

Taking a picture of a close-up eye roll 'Haha' sent at 12:14am . Locking my phone and resituating to be on my back again staring at my ceiling, this time a foreign feeling is occupying my chest cavity.

I didn't Mind it.

Am34 opened 12:15am

The next day the routine went the same as any other game but with a better attitude now that the Leafs officially clinched their spot in the playoffs. It was decided before the game that regardless what the outcome was there was going to be celebrations tonight because they couldn't last night.

I had no choice on whether I was going or not. Steph has decided for me and had put a case of red bull into my car and had insisted that I take a nap between the morning skate and the game. As I was asleep she packed me a change of clothes, shoes, and makeup that she would bring with her to Sydney where we would be getting ready with a couple other girls.

"Make sure you drink water and eat this so you'll last tonight. I will meet you in the family area after the game and don't you worry about the rest," Steph said ominously on my way out of the apartment shoving a bag from the Italian bistro café downstairs into my hands. The scent of a pasta entrancing my nose.

"CARBS! LOTS OF CARBS!" She continued to yell at me even as I was getting into the elevator. She sent follow up messages of excitement and further instructions to bring one energy drink in with me to drink as soon as the game ends.

This girl meant business when it came to partying.

There was some importance to the game that remained to be played if they won they would be facing Ottawa in the first round but if they lost it would be Washington. There was more tension right before the game when everyone was dressed than the morning during the skate.

This time I brought my own plain navy blue hat that was completely unmarked, it covered my still sore nose much better than the other one anyways- reminded me the fact I would need a thick layer of both foundations and conceal finished with a lot of powder and concrete setting spray.

The first period was uneventful but the home team was out shooting the visitors going into the second when James got the first 2 minutes into the period than the second 4 minutes after. They held the lead for 10 minutes until Columbus started to light it up much to the chagrin of the Leafs.

The blue jackets were winning 3-2 going into the third and it, unfortunately, stayed that way until the final buzzer where there was some useless roughing around the opposition goalies net before the players cleared the ice with disappointment still on their faces because even though they have their playoff spot they still lost.

Babs still tore them a new before a complete 180 about getting ready for what's to come in the playoffs, media come in like a wildfire and much to Auston's obvious dismay he couldn't escape them. The playoffs now in the near future the media was doubled and more demanding for answers the Media team standing near ready to shut the media down if they asked too much.

As soon as the media was ushered out of the room the guys that were being kept hostage by cameras and microphones flew into the showers to get out of the build. I was massaging out cramps sending players to at least 10 minutes in the hot tub. When I was down my duties and was about to help the physio I was grabbed by the shoulder and pushed into the staff area and instructed to get my stuff together by half dressed Mitch with a smirk- clearly under his girlfriend's instructions.

Exiting the dressing room through the side door and into the family area Steph stood waiting with an evil glint in her eyes with Sydney who was grinning wide an equally evil look.

"Let's get fucked up," The blondes cheered with toned down excitement due to the presence of surrounding people.

"Hope you drank that Red Bull," Stephanie teased as I lead them to the employee parking, having to flash my ID badge to open the door the elevator door and descended to my level. Stephanie was wiggling her ass around and Sydney was shimmering her shoulder to the beat of their own drums.

"You shaved your legs right?"

"and your lady bits" Sydney started and Steph finished cracking each other up, igniting a flame to my cheeks. Ushering the girls out of the elevator and towards the car with a scolding glare both giggling. Sydney calls shotgun but Steph calls AUX. Tossing my crap into the trunk the blondes get situated in the car, as soon as my butt hits the seat a can of energy drink is being pushed to my mouth.

Smartly, Sydney programs her address into my GPS so she doesn't have to yell the direction of the music blasted through my stereo, shaking the whole car. We were those people at the stop light where even though your windows are up you can hear our music. It's not as bad as I am making it out to be, I was dancing to the beat and singing my heart out like it was Car Idol.

I was ordered out of my clothes and into a silky blue robe when I entered the luxurious apartment. We were drinking as we were getting ready. It took a village to get me ready, Lexi Solof Connor Carrick's lovely girlfriend was curling my hair as both Stephanie was working on my face, piling on the full coverage liquids and powder onto my nose layer by layer until the bruising wasn't visible unless you look hard and with the proper light that the club will not have. Stephanie did my eyeshadow with dark brown and golds for a Smokey eye, a lot of mascara and a set of false lashes - my eyes were briefly glue shut.

"All you need is a hot red lip but we'll do lipstick just before the guys get here," Molly soon to be Bozak winked handing out flutes of champagne to everyone that was quickly chugged back in the least lady like way. Notice I am the only one left to get dressed Stephanie handed me the dress bag containing my mysterious outfit as I stepped into the ensuite bathroom.

I cringed at the tall black strap heels at first but quickly changed my attitude as the alcohol courses through my body. Slipping into the sexy but seamless black thong Stephanie packed I knew the dress was tight.

My outfit was hot.

it wasn't actually a dress because it was two parts.

I had one an off the shoulders black top that had specks of golden weaves through different areas that would sparkle if they caught the light in a certain way that stopped inches before my belly button and the skirt was a tight high waisted encil skirt with the same gold accent that stopped just below mid thigh, my stomach was exposed but I felt amazing.

Stepping into the bedroom out of the ensuite the room was completely cleaned of makeup and clothing. The party moved to the living room by the sounds of female laughter clinking of glasses. The now empty bag and robe in hand I re-joined the part with drunken female whistles.

"YES!!" Sydney chanted stunted over in her glorious heels stopping inches still shorter than me, she cupped one of my breasts with admiration on her face.

" You got a great rack!" She cheekily quipped. Laughing I adjusted my strapless bra back to comfort with a wiggle. A glass full of blue liquid was presented to both of us and instructed to chug. Without question, I obey I down the sweet concoction.

A mini party was had before the guys showed up, when the guys did come I was sat my back to the door on the couch with Lucy soon to be Gardnier talking about her love for Jake, It was the cutest thing. Her love was so raw and true in shown in her eyes and gave her a glow, a lot of the girls here had the glow to think about it. Their smiles shined so brightly they could light the room without the need of the light fixtures currently doing just that. There are about 7 girls here, I being the only single one. Molly, Stephanie, Sydney, Lucy, Lexi, and Jaz who was Kadris Gorgeous girlfriend. All these girls were beyond beautiful it was intimating if I wasn't already buzzed but they are also so warm and friendly.

I didn't turn around instantly being in a conversation with Lucy but as soon as they guys found their respective lady. I took in that the guys were all dressed in their game day suites but looked refreshed, some hair was still damp or at least looked that way. Morgan, James, William, Kasperi, and Auston gravitated to the kitchen for drinks. Glancing at my half full/empty glass of something Jaz mixed, I remembered I still need to apply my lipstick.

"Hey Steph, Where'd you put that lipstick?" I caught her attention instantly with a glamorous smile, she stood with Mitch the heels giving her a lift she comes to his nose but my own hear give me height on Mitch. Now standing 6'1" In the heels.

"See, abs are better than yours," Steph reference the morning at the hotel, earning a glare/pout from Mitch and laughter from the guys and I.

"Don't tease the poor boy," I cooed. Steph kissed her pouting boy who instantly swapped his pout for a smirk.

"The lipstick?" I urged sipping my drink.

"Oh yeah, here" She handed me the lipstick from her bra dropped the weirdly warm lipstick into my palm.

"The warmth makes it apply evenly I swear but Boobs are a creative storage place," She mused playing with the hair at her boy's neck who twitch with a giggle.

The lipstick added the final touch to my look for sure, but I had to work on now smudging it. I carefully downed the rest of my drink feeling the tequila burn my throat a little as I stepped out of the bathroom shaking my head with a bit of a cough.

"AMELIA. SHOT!" Mitch hollered out as I enter the room, everyone had a shot of tequila with lime in hand. One was placed into my hand in a flash by a grinning William.

"LET THE NIGHT BEGIN!" Sydney cheered raising her glass slamming the back the alcohol violently. Following her lead well being mindful of my lipstick I expertly slam it back, goose bumps instantly raising my arms as I bit into the sour lime my shoulder shake on instinct.

"Oh god, that was horrible," Connor groaned out queueing a laugh to bubble from my chest.

Everyone lingers around drinking and talking as I observe I can feel an intense set of eyes on me, looking up to be met with the dark brown and calculating eyes of Auston a smile/smirk combo tilting the edge of his lips up as he talks to Mo and Kasperi. I look away first, finding a conversation with Mitch, Steph, and William.

"Your nose looks great," William quipped with the slightest of knowing smiles and a wink, my elbow 'on reflex' went out to greet his side with 'oof' when I get to his side.

" You look amazing in general though," He added with a genuine grin this time, instantly a blush worked up my neck, ears, and cheek.

It was roughly midnight by the time we were piled into XL ubers to get to a high-end club where the rest of the Leafs would be already celebrating, someone the guys used they're status to get practically a floor for the team and who they wish is what I've gathered from being in car with The Bozaks, Marners and Myself sitting in the back slightly squished by Mitch into the Window.

Arriving at the club we drove past the insane line in the front down a side road to the back of the club to enter privately to the excluded area. Instantly greeted by security and club staff handing wristbands to everyone to get into the excluded area but also the other VIP areas, also taking the names of everyone (even the hockey player) for the cliche list.

I've been in clubs but I have never been in one as intensely luxurious as this one, to get to the area for the guys we have to take an elevator which has two guards in front of it on all floors plus one that stays in the actual elevator.

Getting wear the rest of the team is, there are way too many faces to remember but a lot are familiar which provides some comfort. An elegantly dressed woman yet slightly exposed makes rounds with rounds with food provided by the club and others have trays of alcohol that's cover by I believe the players? Steph had made sure I left everything but my ID and phone in my car much to my dismay.

The first while being in the club, everyone was all over the place talking to each other before people gravitated to booths others went to the main floor to dance. I was currently buzzed and listening to JVR tell an embarrassing story about Mo and his tooth and something about difficulty pronounces some letter at first. The drinks were flowing in me giving me a pleasant buzz as I listen to anyone around me that talks.

My blissful nothing doesn't last long before the twin terrors of Steph and Syd set themselves into the booth beside me both bouncing to the beat of the heavy bass to the loud music, Setting down multiple shot glasses before me.

"Drink! then we're down to dance!" The smaller blonde yelled over the music into my ear. Tossing the vodka shots down with a grimace I nod as they cheer drag me through the bodies on the VIP floor. The added alcohol added to my confidence as I stride with them instead of letting myself be dragged like a child.

"I'm just gonna tell Matt first," Sydney sober briefly rerouting our course to where her boy sits with Mitch, William, Auston, and Connors. Lexi sits in her Connors lap with a drunken grin. pulling up to the table with our own drunken grins.

"LEXI! we're going down to dance! come come!" Sydney encourages before turning to her man with a fire in her eye "You too stud," she shoots an obnoxious wink and a becoming finger, Matt is instantly pushing Mitch and Auston out of the booth to get to his women both eyes burning with desire- leaving his two rookies practically on the floor.

"Oh, Mitchy come come!" Steph sinks her manicured claws into Mitches bicep begins leading towards the exit via the bar where we all renew our drinks continuing to the elevator nodding to the security with cheesy grins plus a loose smile from Auston as we enter.

I observed the desert rookie from the other side of the elevator car as he has swayed to the music but remains tense, his dress shirt is slightly unbutton making his chain noticeable and glimmer under the lighting, and His hair slightly messy in comparison to the way it was slicked back earlier.

He caught my eye with a raised brow but my brain does do it usual melt down, I wink with wide smile showcasing my all teeth. His brows shoot up cause a laugh to escape as the door open and I am being lead to the dance floor with the girls.

Leaving him behind.

#auston matthews imagine #mitch marner #Amelia #on the rocks #482754

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poppymadness · 6 years

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asks bby 😚 i love u

@alwaysdrowninginfeels said:100 questions is fun

hopefully 100 questions is fun to read, love u guuyysss

Spotify, SoundCloud, or Pandora? soundcloud or spotify if i actually used any of these

is your room messy or clean? meesssyy

what color are your eyes? brown

do you like your name? why? uuh sure, i like that there’s a stone called amber idk it’s Nice

what is your relationship status? 0 + 0 = 0

describe your personality in 3 words or less dumb, silly, somethin

what color hair do you have? brooownnn

what kind of car do you drive? color? don’t drive

where do you shop? i don’t consistently shop anywhere ??

how would you describe your style? i don’t have a consistent style i like multiple things fdhja, i rlly dig bomber jackets n ripped jeans tho bitch idk

favorite social media account idk if this is asking an account i love or what social medIA i prefer n just. the latter is twitter idk what to put here

what size bed do you have? queen..? i think… idk bed sizes well..

any siblings? nope

if you can live anywhere in the world where would it be? why? mm don’t know

favorite snapchat filter? that fall one!! givin me the damn glasses and freckles n leaves falling idk why i like it so much dfjgad

favorite makeup brand(s) can’t answer….

how many times a week do you shower? …depression is a bitch averagely once or twice

favorite tv show? the walking dead, i guess

shoe size? 10 ½ i believe but that’s bc my feet are wide soo

how tall are you? 5′2″ a fuckin short ass

sandals or sneakers? sneakers

do you go to the gym? lol no

describe your dream date ok we can’t lie we know visiting a wolf sanctuary would be The One my dudes

how much money do you have in your wallet at the moment? i have no wallet and no money

what color socks are you wearing? i.. am not wearing socks ok

how many pillows do you sleep with? one or two usually

do you have a job? what do you do? nope

how many friends do you have? ultimately one hi ashley dhja love u cj i’m just goin with irl

whats the worst thing you have ever done? iiidk i block out bad things i do and i also can’t remember anything before this morning lOL that bad

whats your favorite candle scent? ooh shoot idk, i’ve never had candles often anyways

3 favorite boy names ASHER, …brandon, uuumm idk david is nice

3 favorite girl names i don’t care as much.. djha imma skip it oops

favorite actor? bob morley is the go to my dudes

favorite actress? honestly?? danai gurira is precious

who is your celebrity crush? dkja steven yeun fuck ya’ll he’s cute as shit

favorite movie? i guess i should still say manchester by the sea, i looove it

do you read a lot? whats your favorite book? does the dream thieves count… can i say the dream thieves, second book to the raven cycle series. is that vALID

money or brains? brains but this is dumb

do you have a nickname? what is it? not rlly

how many times have you been to the hospital? it’s been so long since the last time, i don’t think i’ve gone for anything major rlly ever

top 10 favorite songs imma just put the ones that are my recent obsessions instead and maybe u listen to em cuz they’re Good mm

letdown by nothing, nowhere

all the kids are depressed by jeremy zucker

lovely by billie eilish w/ khalid

dream by bishop briggs

dark side by bishop briggs

warrior by aurora

all i have by nf

10 feet down by nf ft. ruelle

mansion by nf ft. fleurie i think

outcast by nf

do you take any medications daily? no

what is your skin type? (oily, dry, etc) uh dry

what is your biggest fear? i’m honestly like tired n a bit numb i can not comprehend fears

how many kids do you want? this is a future question for a future me if i think i want kids Later

whats your go to hair style? i’m more often in a ponytail than anything else ever

what type of house do you live in? (big, small, etc) small thin-walled apartment pls help

who is your role model? i honestly don’t think i’ve ever had one

what was the last compliment you received? um probably ashley calling me cute at some point in time Recently

what was the last text you sent? kjdfa rp. for rp

how old were you when you found out santa wasn’t real? fuck if i know probably around 10 or smth.. i could be way off

what is your dream car? if i drive a fuckin jeep wrangler bitch

opinion on smoking? mmm gross and just.. don’t smoke round me and we cool

do you go to college? gonna be lol fuck

what is your dream job? forensic dna analyst.. i guess

would you rather live in rural areas or the suburbs? suburbs

do you take shampoo and conditioner bottles from hotels? no

do you have freckles? yeeaaaah

do you smile for pictures? occasionally Now

how many pictures do you have on your phone? 273

have you ever peed in the woods? ….no….

do you still watch cartoons? no

do you prefer chicken nuggets from Wendy’s or McDonalds? mcdonALDS holy shit i haven’t had wendys in years

Favorite dipping sauce? sweet n sour

what do you wear to bed? usually whatever shirt i wore for the Day n pajama pants

have you ever won a spelling bee? fuck no

what are your hobbies? …video games?

can you draw? ……..questionable……..

do you play an instrument? oh hell no

what was the last concert you saw? crown the empire/warped tour july 2016.. sigh

tea or coffee? coffee !

Starbucks or Dunkin Donuts? i’ve literally never had anything from starbucks

do you want to get married? um, debatable? depends on the person??

what is your crush’s first and last initial? i don’t have a crush rn

are you going to change your last name when you get married? if i do yh probably will

what color looks best on you? red doesn’t look bad? blue??? i don’t fucking know

do you miss anyone right now? ashleeey

do you sleep with your door open or closed? cloSED

do you believe in ghosts? not reeeaaalllyyyy but it’s.. a Concept dkjfa

what is your biggest pet peeve? i get really bothered by the sounds of someone eating dkjfa idk

last person you called? my mom, for 20 seconds, apparently

favorite ice cream flavor? i guess vanilla with chocolate chips iddkk

regular oreos or golden oreos? i. what the fuck are golden oreos?????

chocolate or rainbow sprinkles? rainboooow

what shirt are you wearing? a crown the empire shirt…

what is your phone background? my lock screen is adam and my home… is zen…….

are you outgoing or shy? lmao shy

do you like it when people play with your hair? not like it happens often but it’s kinda uncomfortable bc most ppl try to run their hands through it like it’s straight haiR?? like that hurts pls dkjfad

do you like your neighbors? i don’t fucking know my neighbors

do you wash your face? at night? in the morning? ,,,

have you ever been high? nope

have you ever been drunk? not like piss drunk naw

last thing you ate? STEAK

favorite lyrics right now i think i actually have one but i can’t remember what song it’s from dkjfa

summer or winter? winter

day or night? NIGHT

dark, milk, or white chocolate? milk but i like dark too…

favorite month? i don’t have one? march? june? november? dhfa choose from those

what is your zodiac sign pisces bitch

who was the last person you cried in front of? iiiii have no idea prob my mom from like Years ago, two or three years ago maybe

#i'm so fuckkiin tired i think i started this at 7:30 #it is like 11 now #5 till #jesus #thanks tho questions r nice Distractions #love uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu #wah

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39: The Terrible Truth

March 6,2019 11:00 pm

[Ana]

I laid in the trunk of the car, recalling overhearing Maeve tell Aspen they’re leaving at 11pm in the little Chevy Impala.

It was a crazy thing to do, but I'm finally going to see what they've been doing.

I laid tucked away as they got into the car and began the drive to wherever they were heading.

The car turns onto gravel before we roll to a stop. Satisfaction makes me grin like a cat, and a smugness made me giddy.

Ooooh, no. They weren’t expecting this.

I listen as they quickly get out of the car, flinching into the floor when I heard a sudden crack of sound.

Undeterred, I pulled the emergency release lever in the back of the trunk, crawling out of the car and across the yard.

My grin fell when I got to the porch. They must have stormed the house. The door was hanging off it's hinges. Splintered strips of wood hung crooked along with the light fixture that hung above the door.

I wondered deeper into the house.

The stereo was untouched. You belong to me by patience and prudence plays on repeat.

However, the rest of the house was total chaos. A total of 6 adversaries stood, all fully busy trying to fight off Aspen, Shay, and Maeve.

3 were already dead on the floor.

Blood sprayed through the air accompanied by a scream that rose every hair on my body. I froze as my eyes found the source of both chilling things.

Shay had a huge butcher's knife in one hand and a dude pinned to the counter with the other. The dude was withering in the vampire's grasp, blood gushing out of the stub that is now his arm.

“Ana?!” Aspen’s suddenly beside me. “What the fuck are you doing here?!”

She’s dotted with blood, but her face was a stricken mask of concern and surprise.

“I hid in the trunk.” The words felt dumb coming out of my mouth.

Maeve and Shay didn’t stop at my entrance like Aspen did. They still fought, killed.

“Let’s go outside,” she says.

But we get cut off. Shays there, fighting with someone while looking unconcerned as ever.

I yelp, skittering into the kitchen.

Aspen follows me, only pausing in front of the fridge, Her head cocked as she considers something. "Do you need some water?"

I don't answer her. I literally cannot believe what I'm seeing.

Aspen shrugs, closing the fridge and moving to lean against the kitchen's sliding door. No one pays attention. No one moves to attack her. I follow, not wanting to get in the way of anyone here.

A sudden pop of sound whips my head around.

Maeve is on the defense, taking on a woman with a cruel looking whip. It cracked again and I heard Maeve swear when it tore flesh.

A few feet away a boy my age is screaming as he runs towards Shay with an ax. He swipes through thin air. The vampire gone in a matter of milliseconds.

My stomach churns as I see the boy's head fly across the room. It hits the wall and lands close to where the severed arm rests.

"Jesus Christ." I try to keep my stomach down as I stand with Aspen.

My body is stiff as a board. My arms wrapped around myself for some kind of comfort. I can’t look away.

My grasp on reality tilts, my mind disassociating from the horrors before me. The song makes it worse. I can almost trick myself into thinking it's all a scene from a movie.

The vampire doesn't stop for a second. No one is able to touch him. He backs up Maeve, throwing a shard of glass at the lady with the whip. It sliced through the side of her throat.

Her eyes flash as blood starts to pour. The whip drops to the floor when her hands go to the wound. They press against the sliced flesh in vain, desperately trying to stop the bleeding.

I look away when Shay grabs her. His bared fangs were enough of a warning for what's to come.

Movement erupts to my right causing me to flinch back closer to Aspen. My eyes close for a heartbeat as fear consumes me. Another pathetic yelp tears away from my throat.

Aspen, however, was fearless. She materializes a knife, meeting our attacker head on.

Their fight is drawn away from me. I press against the glass door, helpless to watch my girlfriend fight a man 3x her size.

I flinch at the screech of metal against metal. Aspen takes a hard blow to the side of her jaw. Her retaliation was swift and bloodily. The man stumbled back, pausing to watch blood start to wet his clothes.

He thunders towards Aspen again, but she might as well have been death itself. Her movements were so sudden when she strikes.

My eyes barely follow as she slits the man's throat while dodging his tackle. The man halts, confusion and shock opening his eyes.

Bile rises in my throat as his life force splatters onto my shoes.

Aspen is back in my vision again, rising behind the dazed man. My eyes find hers and I shiver at what I see.

A darkness that's clear as day and cold as ice peers back at me.

She stabs the man through his temple. The man's final sound was like a gunshot through me. The hard thud of his body the echo. More blood splattered my legs and shoes.

Aspen bends down and retrieves her blade, wiping it clean on the cheap table cloth.

The nonchalance in her movements furthers my spiral out of reality.

Killers. All of them.

My head shook and my vision tunneled. I stare at the wall, forcing myself to keep breathing.

Aspen resumes standing beside me, leaning against the door.

Her skin's stained with blood this time though. I don't know where the knife is hid.

Her eyes flash in the back of my mind. They were something I haven't seen before. This Aspen was darker than anything I ever knew.

Silence.

I looked over into the living room. Aspen was standing before the stereo, cutting off that creepy ass song.

I blink, not recalling her moving from my side.

They all stood there, taking in their destruction. Slowly their gazes made it over to me.

I froze, unsure of what to say. Death hung around us. Blood, limbs, and bodies, all testaments of the viciousness of just two girls and a vampire.

The bile is back and this time I don't fight it. Stumbling over the body of Aspen's kill, I puke over the corner of the kitchen's island.

I realize why they didn't want me knowing now. This was something they understood mutually. The violence and the murder. They weren't strangers to it, but I was.

The sound of footsteps echo in the silence, disrupting my thoughts. A man stands, a gun in his hands and pointed level with my chest.

I freeze, fear jumping into my throat once again.

Aspen is the one to react. With a flick of her wrist, the man is bent sideways with pain. I see a flash of the anguish that crosses his face, hear his piercing scream before he hits the ground dead. The gun forgotten beside him.

I stare down at the body. He dropped dead in a moment just because Aspen flicked her fingers?

I stood surrounded by kills made by the people I called friends. It seemed so easy for them too. Effortless.

This was what Aspen was trying to protect me from. This was what Aspen was trying to hide.

Conflicting emotions make me gag again.

Killers. They just slaughtered everyone here.

I should have listened to them. I shouldn't have snuck out. They were right. I didn't want to see this side of them.

Aspen warned me. She told me, but I wouldn't listen.

“I can't rest knowing I don't know a side of you.”My words haunt me.

Who would want to see this side of them? Who would want to know the merciless destruction they could lay onto a person?

I was stupid.

I met Aspen's eyes. Her whole face was guarded as if she knew what I must be thinking right now.

I pick my way through the house and leave through the busted door. No one follows.

I'm disappointed and glad all at the same time. The fresh night air was exactly what I needed. It eased something in me that was threatening to break. I perched on the hood of the car, tilting my head back to lose myself in the night sky.

Shay was the first one to come out, Maeve a few steps behind him. Both joined me in silence.

Maeve opened the passenger side door but didn't get in. Neither spoke a word.

"Are we not leaving?" My voice sounds far away in my head.

"We've got to clean up." Maeve answers.

I don't get to ask what she means. Aspen stands on the porch. I watch as her hands raise. A flicker of light can be scene through the window.

Fire.

Aspen keeps her position at the front door, her hands raising steady higher. The flames consume everything inside, climbing higher and burning hotter every second Aspen pours her magic into it.

This is what they meant by clean up.

They're covering their tracks from the human police.

The stench of burning flesh reaches us. I resist the urge to hack, covering my nose and mouth with both my shirt and my hand.

Once the fire reaches the roof, Aspen makes a gesture and steps away, jumping down the steps and pacing towards us.

"If that doesn't burn the bodies then even hell itself can't." She opens the door to the backseat, "Let's go."

We all obey, eager to get away.

Shay spins us out of the yard and down the pig trail they call a drive.

It's quiet between us all. I'm pressed against the door, unable to shake the uncomfortable feeling in my gut.

I keep stealing glances at all of them.

Shay butchering that man flashes before turning into Aspen. The darkness reflected in Aspen's gaze matched Shays own twisted glee.

Maeve was still nursing the few wounds she got.

"Are you okay?" I ask.

"Yeah. Nothing too bad." She grits out, pressing McDonald's napkins to her arm.

"I could heal it for you," Shay offered.

"You know I'll pass."

He shrugs at the wheel.

Shay hits a rough pothole, jolting Maeve entirely. "You know Aspen. You really could have helped us out more," Maeve snaps.

Aspen's chuckle only lightly sounded humorous. "I figured I'd let you and your boyfriend bond."

"Whatever." She hisses, but I get the hunch that she's holding back a few things.

The ride back was silent. Shay sped down the highway. It was 3:40 am. Despite everything, the rocking of the car threatened to lull me to sleep.

I couldn't fight it. Hell I didn't even want to. Leaning against the window, I let my eyes close.

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daniedoodles · 5 years

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Danie’s Dilemmas Ep. 27: Hiatus Over

This is probably the third time that I am re-writing this episode, because the two previous times, finishing my thoughts felt close to impossible. Don’t ask me why, because I won’t know what to actually tell you. The wifi is down right now so I’m drafting this on notes first before I actually end up publishing it. Anyways, there have been a couple of things that I wanted to talk about. Boys being one of them (‘cause when does that not get talked about), and life in general, which are both pretty much on brand with everything else that I have written about in this series. I haven’t been feeling all that inspired to write as much lately because of how quickly the first month of summer has gone by, without me actually feeling like it ever was summer to begin with. It’s weird… it’s as if a lot is happening, but nothing too, all at the same time. I suppose it’s because this is the first summer break where I’m actually employed and can’t always say yes to hanging out with friends or staying home all the time. I’m gonna just write in accordance to whatever comes to mind, since it’s been a minute from the last time I wrote and formed proper, cohesive thoughts (and apparently I’m less to-the-point today too so u might be reading fruitlessly for a bit, be warned).

I almost have no idea where to begin talking about this whole “guy stuff” anymore because it always seems like there’s so much more to say about them in the summer. If you can recall every vent I had about one specific individual from last summer, I both question and congratulate you for coming this far. THIS summer and the experiences I’ve had with guys so far haven’t been all that bad, seeing that firstly, I’ve been spending a lot of time with some of my guy best friends, whether that be through FaceTime or actually hanging out in person, there has never been a dull moment. It’s worth the sleep deprivation. Actually, you know what, fuck this. I still have nothing to say about this one guy, mainly because we haven’t really talked much despite the countless snaps and I promised myself that I wouldn’t start feeling anything towards them unless the signs were pretty definite on which end of the spectrum it was pointing to (friends <————> relationship), which to be quite frank, I’m not even all that sure still if I want that. A relationship, I mean. Some part of me keeps trying to convince the other that all I really want is a summer fling, while the other part argues that all I actually wanted was a guy best friend, basically. They’d be able to tell me all about their girl problems openly, there’s far less drama, and it’s just a funnier experience overall. For awhile, I actually felt hella confused about how I felt towards certain people. Eventually though, I realized that I should at some point break the vicious cycle because it always turned out for the worse and needless to say, it made things awkward for a time. I’ve shot my shot in that type of situation last year and it didn’t necessarily go as planned so to prevent history from repeating itself, I’m taking a lot more precautions. I have no time nor patience to pick up the broken pieces of my heart after wearing it on my sleeve again, so instead I’ve resorted to keeping it hidden, not letting too much out at once, reserving it for the people in my life who actually deserve my undivided love and affection. Does this mean that the point I arrived at after this whole ass paragraph is that hot girls summer is still on?? possibly. But who knows. After spending this much time with a handful of specific people, I’ve become more accustomed to going with the flow and taking risks. Perhaps now’s the time to start making them, considering I practically missed out on all this dumb teenager stuff up until last summer. And still, there is so much to experience.

Like I said in the beginning, I feel as if so much has happened, but at the same time, nothing at all. Since the beginning of summer, I’ve spent a handful of my time with friends, some more than others but it’s time spent well all the same. If not, I’m at work for four hours, 3 days a week. It’s pretty light work compared to some of the hours my friends get with their jobs, but I’d consider it good still ‘cause I’m not as exhausted and the hours are fairly flexible. As I did before the beginning of last summer, I’ve put together another bucket list of the things I want to do or achieve this summer. Naturally, a lot of them I want to do with my friends, some of which require the mastery of a whole new art: sneaking out. I can’t disclose much about how difficult it is to sneak out of my house but put shortly, it is comparable to the level of security in Area 51, however the atmosphere inside feels a lot like what I imagined Alcatraz was like. Okay, maybe I’m exaggerating a little bit, but you get the point. It’s difficult. All my friends know it’s difficult.And it makes me feel a lot like the Spongebob meme where Squidward’s looking out of his window, watching Spongebob and Patrick have fun blowing bubbles. Who would’ve thought that my own household would serve as such a MASSIVE cockblock, damn.

Now that it’s summer again, Snapchat’s been a doll with reminding me that everything from last summer is slowly but surely reaching its one year anniversary. The one that stood out the most was the meteor shower, and I bet you that if you don’t even know me all that well, you’d know that this meteor shower hit different. Even to this day, it’s annoying to talk about the memory because it reminds me of what once was but no longer is, yet I still can’t help it. I know that sounds fucking cheesy, but surely some of you know about the feeling I’m trying to get at here. As much as I hate to admit it, I would still consider it one of the best summer nights I have ever spent. Now it is merely a matter of watching the meteor shower again, only this time with people that won’t leave my life so readily and soon. I suppose you can take that last statement metaphorically as well, for any of the other endeavours you’ve got for the summer. Just make sure that you’re doing it with the people that are worth your while and who see you in the same way as you see them. Don’t fucking halfass it.

I’ve been creating all kinds of scenarios in my head of what I want this summer to look like. In a low-key kind of way, I would say that I’ve been on track with a majority of it. One of the most vivid, re-occurring scenarios go like this: long drive to a small town just on the outskirts of the city. The music blasts from the speakers and the windows are rolled all the way down to let the breeze fling your whole head of hair wildly. You reach the town at the point of the afternoon where the sun’s not quite right above you, but gives you that pre-golden hour lighting. You and your friends grab ice cream and take it with you along your stroll around the town, anything but shy about taking endless photos. Then finally, you sit on a bench facing a vast landscape in the direction of the sunset. The clouds come in slightly for the sun to reflect its pink and orange hues off of, in contrast with the rest of the clear blue sky. It cools as the night falls. You drive to another part of town for a quick McDonald’s run, which you take to-go, to find a spot some place else to watch the stars, devoid of any kind of light pollution and the buzz of people. You’re on top of the car, if not inside it with the seats reclined as far back as they go, and the sunroof wide open to a clear view of the twinkling sky above. Deep talk ensues naturally, and in the silent moment in between, you feel nothing but absolute peace. Shit, I forgot about the part where we ordered McDonald’s enough to feed a whole village and ate it all in no more than ten minutes (knowing how my friends and I are… it’s the truth). Anyway, the instruments come out, whether than be guitar, ukulele, or both, and you sing all kinds of songs. Hell, you could even make one just right then and there. Finally, you had home just before dawn when the roads are empty and seemingly endless. For the rest of the time before you and your friends decide to sleep, you reflect on the day’s events. Ignore the fact that I said “you” when really I should’ve been saying “I” since it was a scenario that I had in my head but I guess you can benefit from it cause it allows you to put yourself in my shoes while imagining this.

Fuck dude. There’s still so much to do. And I want to so badly do them all. This whole simulation is going by too fast, and it still blows my mind how practically everyone feels the same way about all these specific aspects of the simulation. Everyone’s living the same life.

I’ve been having so many fucked up dreams too lately. It just reminded me of them because yesterday, one of my friends said that he had a dream that he was sleeping in his dream but when he woke up he thought he woke up in real life, when in actuality, he was still dreaming. Just today, I was taking a nap on the couch and apparently, in the dream, a smiler thing happened where I thought I woke up in real life. Except the biggest indicator that I wasn’t awake in real life yet was that somehow, there was some sort of voice, sounding like it was coming from an intercom, and it said “welcome to universe *insert bunch of numbers here cause I can’t remember exactly what the numbers were*”. The another time, it was a far simpler dream, where someone and myself were just on a couch, and I had my head on their lap, while watching something that was playing on the tv. All I remember from that dream was that I felt an overwhelming sense of calm. I used to be able to remember my dreams thoroughly, but for some reason, ever since I hit my head on my racquet in badminton (don’t ask how I managed that - I don’t wanna talk about it - it was an all time low), I’ve only remembered snippets. It’s unfortunate… I feel like a majority of the one’s that I’ve been having for the last few days seem to hold some kind of meaning. Would’ve been a lot easier if I’d recall it all past 2 minutes after waking up.

Okay, I think this is more than you bargained for. I still have so much more to say but that’s for another episode. Keep up, will ya

For now xx

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Hey hello good morning it's torture time. Can you Please answer all 100 questions because except for paying you back because you made me answer all of them, I'm also kinda curious about my Favourite Weeg. Thanks. Have fun.

Hello hi good evening thanks for the torture (no it’s fine I’m sure I’ll have fun)

1. Spotify, SoundCloud, or Pandora?Spotify! I didn’t even know a music service called Pandora existed.2. Is your room messy or clean?Clean?? Kinda clean. Halfway between messy and clean.3. What color are your eyes?I’m gonna say greyish green.4. Do you like your name? Why?Yes, I like that it’s short and?? A little unusual maybe?? Also a few restaurants and other businesses share my name so I can make the dumb ‘haha that’s mine’-joke.5. What is your relationship status? Single.6. Describe your personality in 3 words or less.Buncha question marks7. What color hair do you have?It’s brown!8. What kind of car do you drive? Color?The non-existing, colorless kind

9. Where do you shop?Once every 49583 months you can see a cryptid (me) sneaking through the city, leaving with only H&M clothes probably10. How would you describe your style?As in clothes? Basic with like some things that are a little different and colorful I guess??11. Favorite social media accountThis account here on Tumblr is the only one I have left, I think.12. What size bed do you have?Just a regular-sized bed for one person.13. Any siblings?No!14. If you can live anywhere in the world where would it be? Why?I like living in Europe but?? In a country with a little more nature would be cool?? That would be Austria or Sweden or something right. That sounds pretty good.15. Favorite snapchat filter?From those I’ve seen, I like the ones that put little flower things and such around people’s heads. Those look nice.16. Favorite makeup brand(s)I don’t know any oops17. How many times a week do you shower?Three or four times probably18. Favorite tv show?Wie is de Mol? is a favorite!19. Shoe size?39 or 4020. How tall are you?I’m about?? 1,78 metres I think??21. Sandals or sneakers?Sneakers, though I’ve worn sandals a lot too when I was younger.22. Do you go to the gym?No, though I applaud the people who do.23. Describe your dream dateWachting movies?? Watching movies probably24. How much money do you have in your wallet at the moment?Ten euros, I think.25. What color socks are you wearing?They’re grey!26. How many pillows do you sleep with?Just one.27. Do you have a job? What do you do?No, I’m focussing on studying right now.28. How many friends do you have? I don’t know dude. I think about six Friends?? Of the Good ones, that is.29. Whats the worst thing you have ever done?I once kicked the leg of someone I was angry at for no real reason and I have Regrets30. Whats your favorite candle scent?I like the smell of citrus so maybe that?? Or like. the orange with the little thingies stuck in it, that scent.31. 3 favorite boy namesI never thought about this help uh.. Benjamin sounds nice?? Jax and Alex too.32. 3 favorite girl namesAlex again?? Luna?? And all those like. Long but graceful-sounding names those are Real Good too.33. Favorite actor?No idea, Chris Pratt maybe?? He seems like a cool guy.34. Favorite actress? I don’t know enough famous people for these things. Ellen Page seems cool as well??35. Who is your celebrity crush?I don’t have one.36. Favorite movie?Not ag a i n why I can’t choose or list all of them nowSome of them are the Guardians of the Gaxly movies, the Back to the Future movies, the first Captain America, Star Wars and Star Trek, The 100-Year-Old Man Who Climbed Out the Window and Disappeared, The (Second) Best Marigold Hotel and I could probably could go on but this is a Decent list right37. Do you read a lot? Whats your favorite book? I used to read A Lot more than I do now which is?? A shame really?? Because I like reading quite a lot. Some of my favorite books are The Hitchhiker’s Guide To The Galaxy, The Martian and The Rest Of Us Just Live Here!!38. Money or brains?Brains probably?? Though it would depend on how much money and how much brains you’d have to trade for it.39. Do you have a nickname? What is it?Yes! Luku in text-based things and Lucie (Lookee) in spoken things.

40. How many times have you been to the hospital?Not a lot for myself, actually. Maybe?? Once or twice??41. Top 10 favorite songsI can’t dude I can’t but the songs I have on repeat a lot lately are Charger by Gorillaz, Girls by The 1975 and Short Skirt / Jong Jacket by Cake.42. Do you take any medications daily?No.43. What is your skin type? (oily, dry, etc)Oily, my dude.44. What is your biggest fear? The death45. How many kids do you want? None, as of now. I honestly don’t know if that’ll change in the future but who knows.46. Whats your go to hair style?It used to be a really tight ponytail that looked Bad in hindsight so now it’s loose with maybe the irritating, fall-in-front-of-my-face part of my hair tucked behind an ear.47. What type of house do you live in? (big, small, etc) I think it’s somewhere between medium and big??48. Who is your role model? I’m not sure if I have one. There’s not really someone that comes to mind.49. What was the last compliment you received?I got a text today from someone saying that I was good in reading German articles and answering questions about them because they wanted to know my Secret™ (which I don’t. have, sorry bud)50. What was the last text you sent?‘I’m on the bus’

51. How old were you when you found out santa wasn’t real?I never believed in Santa Claus because he isn’t really?? A Thing here?? Or at least in my family. Sinterklaar though, I found out he didn’t exist durig my last year in kindergarden, I think. I must’ve been?? Nine or ten??52. What is your dream car? Those cars that are modified to have a bed in the back for travelling.53. Opinion on smoking?A bad habit that I don’t want to take up but?? Yeah. There are worse things, I guess??54. Do you go to college?Soon™55. What is your dream job? I have no idea. If I can enjoy doing it for as long as I have to or maybe even longer, I’m good.56. Would you rather live in rural areas or the suburbs?Both are fine, but the suburbs would be a nice change of pace for a while, I think??57. Do you take shampoo and conditioner bottles from hotels? I haven’t, but I recently learned that it’s expected and okay, and now I might if I stay at a hotel again.58. Do you have freckles? Maybe a few yeah.59. Do you smile for pictures?Yes, when I’m aware a picture is taken.60. How many pictures do you have on your phone?2290, apparently. That’s.. A lot more than I remember being there.61. Have you ever peed in the woods?Probably yeah62. Do you still watch cartoons? Not really, but that’s because I don’t really watch television-things anymore besides movies and some television series and not because I don’t like them.63. Do you prefer chicken nuggets from Wendy’s or McDonalds?I’ve never had chicken nuggets from Wendy’s, so I can’t really give a preference.64. Favorite dipping sauce? Is mayonnaise a dipping sauce65. What do you wear to bed? PJ pants and a big T-shirt, most of the time.66. Have you ever won a spelling bee?No, and I don’t think those are a Thing here. 67. What are your hobbies?Staring at various things on my computer screen, writing a little, watching movies, reading?? Photography when I’m at a Special Place™ or on vacation is nice too.68. Can you draw? To some extent, yes! It’s pretty fun.69. Do you play an instrument?My beautiful voice of course those sweet sweet vocal cords. No, I can’t play any instruments, but I do sing along to songs badly when I’m feeling it.70. What was the last concert you saw? Some free concert my parents wanted to go to, I can’t remember the name.71. Tea or coffee?Tea!72. Starbucks or Dunkin Donuts?I’ve never tasted coffee before and never had anything from Dunkin Donuts but. the white chocolate milk from Starbucks is Pretty Good so my vote would go to them.73. Do you want to get married?No, not really.74. What is your crush’s first and last initial?Blank spaces, my dude75. Are you going to change your last name when you get married? If I’ll ever get married, I would like to keep my last name, actually.76. What color looks best on you?I don’t know, cold colors I think??77. Do you miss anyone right now? Yeah, I miss some friends.78. Do you sleep with your door open or closed?My door is closed when I’m sleeping or pretending to sleep when I’m in fact listening to music in bed or something.79. Do you believe in ghosts?No, not really.80. What is your biggest pet peeve? When people keep asking question and you Know they’re trying to get you to say a specific thing so they think is true.81. Last person you called?My mom!82. Favorite ice cream flavor? Cookie, yoghurt and the?? Reddish?? Berry flavor are All good.83. Regular oreos or golden oreos? Okay so golden oreos look like?? Normal cookies with the oreo filling?? They look pretty tasty, but I’d have to go with the regular oreos.84. Chocolate or rainbow sprinkles? Chocolate!85. What shirt are you wearing? A white shirt that says ‘I love cupcakes ;)’. I can’t remember when I got it and why that text is on it.86. What is your phone background?It’s a picture of my dog being a goof. I love him87. Are you outgoing or shy?Shy, out of those two. I’m kinda?? Silent around people I don’t know that well??88. Do you like it when people play with your hair?I don’t?? I don’t know. Maybe??89. Do you like your neighbors? There’s a house on each side of mine and the people on the right are nice and I like them, but the person on the left is an ass.90. Do you wash your face? At night? In the morning?I should wash it in the morning and evening, but I forget about it A Lot, so it’s mostly just whenever I remember or feel that my face is oily.91. Have you ever been high? No.92. Have you ever been drunk? No.93. Last thing you ate? Some potato chips.94. Favorite lyrics right nowWe got the power to be loving each other/ No matter what happens, we’ve got the power to do that/ On a le pouvoir de s'aimer, okay? Is surprisingly fun to sing along while sleepily making summaries, I’ve found.95. Summer or winter? Winter, for sure. I love snow and cold it’s Great.96. Day or night? That depends on my mood and what I want to do, I think?? I can’t really choose here.97. Dark, milk, or white chocolate? White chocolate please98. Favorite month? The spring and winter months.99. What is your zodiac signI’m a virgo!

100. Who was the last person you cried in front of? I almost-cried in front of a classmate some time ago, and I for-real-cried in front of my mother a while before that.

Thanks for asking Wari you’re the best!!

#i forgot what tag i used for these #mine #tis i #just to be sure #Life of Luku

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