#god I’d literally rather do anything but go back to work tomorrow lol

[nostalgiabones]

In my Sunday night feels & reflecting on the past two weeks & thinking about how incredibly grateful I am to have experienced 4 5sos shows, to have travelled to two new countries & to have done all of this with some of my closest friends who I met on this website 🥲 this tour was beyond incredible & I genuinely had not felt happiness like I did at these shows in a very long time 🥲

It’s so beyond insane that even two weeks ago I hadn’t met @highscal in person, we’d been texting for like a year maybe? But our first in person experience together was the Manchester show which was very fitting & now we’ve been to Prague together and to think we only just met irl is so wild because it feels like we’ve known each other forever. Nat I’m so grateful for you & our friendship & I love you so much, so happy we got to do this tour together (and all the unhinged show moments 🤪👹)

I just feel so emotional about the whole thing as I would not be the person I am today without this band and these people, I literally owe so much of myself and my life to them & I know 13 year old me seeing 5sos for the first time supporting 1D would be so excited if she knew all of the adventures we’d be going on because of them, and all the friends we’d make along the way 🥹

(also can’t believe we got to hear English Love Affair live twice in 2023 & Out of My Limit in soundcheck, what is going on)

5SOS forever ❤️‍🔥

@mashtonasfuck @pxrxmoore 🫶🏼

[youn9racha]

I Know (Part I)

Pairing: Changbin x fem!reader

Genre: suggestive

Word count: 1.9k

Warning: slight adult content, swearing, suggestive actions, elements of stalker behavior

Extra notes: characters mentioned are all above the age 21 years, a lot of hatred towards the male figure lol. Also this is my first time writing on tumblr, so please bare with me, it may not be the best, but I still hope you enjoy it :)

And baby, I know, I know whatever city you’re in, you’re still the boy that I’d pick…

part ii is up !!!

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This is no way representative of the way Stray Kids act. They’re nothing but references of character, and in no shape or form is this how they act. And I am in no way romanticizing or glamorizing any toxic behavior exhibited, they’re just stories that is meant to be read. Readers discretion is advised

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Men…

Truly the scums of the Earth, who do no good for no one, and are an absolute menace to society. But oh, do I enjoy the looks of their faces at times. The way they would look at me with full hope and infatuation, with full beliefs that I would step down and give them all they want from me.

Hmph. How cute… and pathetic. How pathetic to assume and lower my standards for them. They all are the same. All but one however.

All that men hating… and yet, only one I’d be willing to go down to his level.

Yes, its him… He whom a lot would have not sought to be with, not many would expect a bombshell like myself would be with. But I do not see that in him, not an ounce of what many insecure individuals would see. I see something striking that not many could see, an underrated dignified beauty that anyone could wish to admire. A fanciable and irresistible personality and face.

He was a man.. but a pleasant one.

It all started when I moved in into a new flat for myself. I previously left the old complex due to the cramped environment I had that left me feeling uneasy and stressed, as well as it wasn’t even my apartment, it was for my partner, well, ex-partner. It was simply wasn’t working out, due to our seeming never ending conflicts. But enough of the past, let us move on..

I found this flat that is comfortable and the rent pays well, its only downside is that my room’s window is faced to the next door’s flat, however it’s not a big detriment or big turn off for me so it was fine by me, and also it was prone to have random, yet rare, blackout, but then again what neighborhood doesn’t have that. Anyhow, I was set to take the complex, but before I did, I have noticed something about the neighbor’s window next to me. It was a man. A really good looking one too. Giving his side profile, he was laying on his bed, his black hair covered head bopping with earphones placed in ears, laptop placed in his revealing shorts adorned lap. My eyes began started to stare into his arms then onto his naked well built chest, which indicates that he likes to keep up with his health, as his ring adorned hands was tapping away in his keyboard. I quickly looked away when I saw him repositioned his laptop, and walked out of the soon-to-be my room.

Great… I’ve entered Hell.

But I didn’t let it affect my decisions and got the apartment nonetheless, here I am now, weeks after the incident, sitting in my car, outside of the building, still thinking about the man in his laptop. Has he noticed that I was staring at him? Does he know that there’s gonna be someone living next to him? I hope not. And if he has, I must apologize to him. But before that, let me unload my car. I have gradually put my stuff into the complex as the days go by, it seems dragging, but it felt like the time went by fast, so I’m glad I have done that. However, today was different, as I took stuff more than I usually did, as I desperately do not want to go back to my ex. Typically, I never had assistance, as usually my best friend would join in and help out, but at a time I needed them the most, they had to be really sick. They still were willing to help, but I insisted that they shouldn’t and should rest.

After thinking, I sighed and got out my car, ready to fight the battle that is putting my stuff into my complex. I opened the trunk, eyes meeting my stuff, and I begin to groan. ‘Dammit, (y/n), why do you have that many stuff?!’ I thought to myself. I really should’ve had at least one more visit to my ex, but alas I picked to just take all all together in one day. I picked up a box until..

“Need any help?” I heard someone behind me asking me. I turned around and looked at the source. ‘God damn, is it just me, or does this town just bring out more attractive people?’ I thought to myself, as I see a man that looked like he could be at a museum. He had a sandy brown curly hair, slightly tanned skin, really plump and a crazy jawline. He donned a tank top that barely covered his side torso, and basket ball shorts that complimented his really nice, thick… thighs… yeah… Needless to say he was really attractive.

It seems that I was ogling him, rather than responding, as he shyly smiled and waved his hand in front of my face, “hello,” he softly said as I shook my head and looked back at his face apologetically.

“I am so sorry, I am just really tired, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable,” I cringed at my pathetic way of justifying of me literally internally lusting over him. I really am turning into someone I dread to be. How can I forgive myself?

“That’s okay, I know how moving can get tiring, and I sense that you’re alone, so please let me and my friend help you out.” He said, sympathetically smiling a sweet smile, already grabbing a box out of my hand. God, if this man has a partner, then they’re the luckiest person ever, and if he’s single, I’ll gladly hand him a ring. What am I saying? (y/n), what the hell has gotten into you?!

“I’m Christopher, but you can call me Chris or Chan, whichever you prefer is fine, what’s your name?” The generous man’s voice interrupted my inner battle and I found myself looking at him again. “(y/n)” I smiled at him, which he nodded back.

“Nice to meet you,” Chan said, looking back and see that his friend showed up, meanwhile, I went back to my trunk and got out more stuff from my car “oh, there he is!” Chan enthusiastically announced.

“(y/n), meet my friend and roommate, Changbin.” Chris said, while I got out the box and looked at the other man, my face shifted from contentment to horrific.

Its the man with the laptop.

“Hello? Chan, are you sure she’s okay?” Changbin looked at Chris with worry. “Yeah, she’s just tired, just nudge her.”

It’s like Chris knew me too well, despite meeting for less than 10 minutes, as Chris slightly pushed me with the box, not enough to hurt me, but enough to put me out of a trance.

“huh? I did it again, did I?” I looked at Chan, worryingly, which he nodded. I looked back at Changbin and the pathetic act was brought up again.

“I am so sorry, I don’t know what has gotten into me.” I apologized once again, which Changbin only smirked. “Don’t worry about it,” He said, carrying a box. Something about that smirk and tone seems off. Not off in a menacing way, but off in a… coy way. Maybe not the best term to use, maybe I am just over analyzing, but I am for sure either winning the lottery tonight, or convinced that the sun will rise from the west tomorrow, since I have two very attractive men helping out, one of which is someone whom I may have an odd fascination for a while now.

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The two have been nothing but a delight to interact with, their help with the stuff had done me even more than just a solid. However, I still in a way feel a bit unsettled by Changbin. It wasn’t that he was a creep, or did anything to make me uncomfortable, its just this feeling of guilt I carry with me. Meanwhile, I didn’t attempt anything, and I just simply just admired him from afar, it still felt wrong that I was just looking at him while he was barely wearing anything, let alone while not him paying attention. Despite this, it seems that he doesn’t know that I did what I did, which is why I chose to confront him about it when the time is right, which is probably when we start getting even more comfortable. I have exchanged numbers with both men, even though I could probably just go out my window and yell out their names, but I’d rather not disturb the peace.

Two good looking men are now my neighbors… Who would have thought? Whichever entity that is in existence have decided to play with me, because to them, my humiliation would be their laughing stock, because they definitely would have seen what is to become of me.

Its been a week in since I moved, and interacted with the two Chans, and I am glad that a curtain was installed onto my room, just so I wouldn’t carry even more guilt than I already do. But the thing is, I would lie that I still haven’t thought of Changbin. While I would have thought that Chris fitting into more of my ideal type, Changbin however held a mysterious power that Chan didn’t.

Ever since the time I first laid eyes on Changbin, he has never left my mind. He has started to creep up in my fantasies and dreams in every way shape of form. I couldn’t stop thinking of how his arms would look around my waist, how his lips would feel in my skin, or how his hands would wander around, exploring places that many men often fail to find to make me feel good, or how his voice would be like when talking as he puts his mouth by my ear— God, this is getting out of hand, I would think.

What if he had a girlfriend? What if he wasn’t attracted to women in general? What if he finds you a creep?

So many more endless questions would come in to ruin me, but its not like i have a choice, he just happened to settle into my dreams and thoughts, and went with it.

I decided to take a shower to try and distract myself from these thoughts, which didn’t help at all, as the hot water cascading my skin did nothing but accelerated my lustful thoughts. I decided to get out of the shower, as it didn’t help my case.

Damn you, Changbin.

I sighed, put on some underwear and a robe while having a towel wrapped around my hair. I got out of the bathroom and back to my room. It was dark out, and in my room, the only light came out of it were my night lamp, which barely lit up the whole room. I checked the window, making sure Changbin wasn’t there, or at least not facing the window, only to see his window being covered with curtains.

Great timing, could’ve used that when I first saw you, dipshit.

But nonetheless, I was really glad at least he wasn’t visible. I laid back on my bed, and decided to look through social media, as anyone should. While in the middle of a instagram scroll, I see a caller popping through at the top of the screen…

It was Changbin.

[bibbawrites]

Family Ties - Charlie Gillespie x Reader (16+)

Request: Can you please do one where either Charlie is meeting your family or you’re meeting his and he keeps trying to be touchy/wanting to have sex but you/him don’t want to get caught xx

Word Count: 1721 words 

Summary: your annual family trip gets a little bit more hands on when your boyfriend Charlie and his family join you

Warnings: heavy makeout, touching, a little bit of grinding, swearing, mentioned and implied sex 

A/N: sorry if this editing is shit my brain is not working lol  hopefully y’all like this one, ive been debating on rewriting it for what feels like years but fuck it i dont have that motivation lol  also idk if theres beaches in canada like what we have here in aus but if there isnt oh well in this fictional version of canada they have aussie beaches  anyways, enjoy! 

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It had all started when you had jokingly suggested that you should invite your boyfriend Charlie and his family along on your annual family trip to the beach. Your mother had agreed, and before you knew it she was on the phone to Charlie’s mother working the whole plan out. 

Your family lives in Quebec, and Charlie’s in Dieppe, so your mum’s quickly decided that your family would drive to his house, and then the two families would continue the rest of the way together.

So that’s how you ended up in your dad’s old truck, pulling into the driveway of the Gillespie house at 6am in the morning after almost 8 hours of driving.

You jumped out quickly, wanting to get away from your brother’s annoying rap music and your sister’s constant whining about being bored as quickly as you could. The front door of Charlie’s house swung open and within a few seconds you were being pulled into the arms of your boyfriend, inhaling his familiar scent.

“God I missed you.” He murmured into your shoulder and you grinned.

“I missed you more handsome.” You replied, exchanging a soft kiss. 

Charlie’s family joined him outside and after a few quick introductions, you were on your way to the beach, this time tucked away in the passenger’s seat of Charlie’s car. 

- 

Once you arrived your families spent the day at the beach, and Charlie couldn’t keep his hands off of you. By the time you finally headed off to bed you were certain that every other person in the house was sick of his touchy behaviour. 

You made yourself comfortable on the bed, watching Charlie as he entered the room, shutting the door behind him. 

“I don’t think your dad likes me that much.” He said with a giggle, flopping down onto the bed. You rolled over to look at him.

“He’d like you a lot more if you stopped looking at me and touching me like you want to fuck me at every free moment you have.” You stated, and a light blush appeared on Charlie’s cheeks.

“You think he noticed that?” He asked, pressing his nose against yours.

“I can’t imagine he wouldn’t. You haven’t been subtle at all. We’ve only been here for the day and you’ve tried to jump me three times and that’s not even counting the shower sex.” He grinned cheekily at your words.

“I can’t help it, you’re just so hot.” He whined, and you rolled your eyes.

“But we’re on a holiday with both of our families. You gotta tone down the horny.” You said. He sighed dramatically.

“Fine, I’ll try to be better tomorrow. But for now, we’re all alone... and it’s our first night...” He trailed off, pouting, his eyes dark with lust. You nodded once and that was all the consent he needed, crashing his lips against yours and making quick work of climbing on top of you and sliding his tongue into your mouth.

You moaned, your fingers scraping down his back as he grinded his hips into yours. 

“Fuck.” You mumbled against his lips, your hands finding a place in his hair. You tugged lightly on his hair causing him to moan into your mouth. 

“Hey Y/N?” Your mum’s voice called. 

“Shit.” You exclaimed, pushing Charlie off you. Not expecting the reaction, he jumped slightly, falling off the edge of the bed with a thud. 

You giggled as your mum opened the door, frowning as she took in the sight. 

“Charlie, why are you on the floor?” She questioned. You laughed harder. 

“Fell.” He replied simply, rolling over to stand up, climbing back onto the bed. 

“What’s up Mum?” You asked, hoping that you didn’t look like you had been making out with your boyfriend only moments ago. 

“Did you remember to grab the bag of board games? We were going to play Monopoly.” She said, leaning against the door. You nodded. 

“I put it in the little den room.” You told her and she smiled. 

“Thanks Hon, you two are welcome to join us if you’d like.” She invited. Charlie shook his head. 

“We’re good thanks Mrs Y/L/N. My mum is scary good at Monopoly so I’d rather not lose to her again.” He grinned and your mum returned the smile. 

“Well the offer is there if you want it.” She said, before leaving the room. You let out a sigh of relief. 

“That was a close one.” You mumbled. Charlie nodded, leaning in to kiss you again. You pulled back, giving him an incredulous look. 

“Really? You’re still horny after being interrupted by my mum and monopoly?” You asked. Charlie pouted. 

“A bit.” He admitted. You rolled your eyes at him, pushing him away. He whined but gave in, curling up next to you instead. 

“Tomorrow night.” You said, flicking the tv on. Charlie snuggled his face into your upper back. 

“You promise?” He mumbled against your skin. You nodded. 

“I promise. But only if you’re good during the day.” You bargained. He thought for a moment before humming in agreement. 

“Deal.”

- 

“This is not being good.” You whispered to Charlie as his hand crawled up your thigh at lunch the next day. 

It was tradition for your family to get lunch at your favourite restaurant on the second day, and you had barely been there twenty minutes when Charlie started to get fidgety. 

“I’m not doing anything.” He lied, giving you an innocent smile. 

“Bullshit.” You muttered in reply, and Charlie shook his head, making a disapproving sound. 

“Language.” He faked disappointment. 

“Fuck you.” You rolled your eyes. He gave you a flirty smile. 

“Oh I wish you would.” He teased, his voice deepening slightly. 

“Charles.” You warned, and he sighed, sitting back up again, his hand returning to your knee. 

“Remember our deal?” You said quietly, and he nodded. 

“How could I forget, I’m so sexually frustrated I might explode.” He admitted. You stared at him in disbelief.  

“We literally had sex yesterday evening.” You whispered, your voice hushed. Charlie nodded, eyes wide. 

“Exactly! It’s almost been a whole 24 hours.” He sighed. 

“A whole 24 hours since what?” Meghan questioned, and you choked on a mouthful of fish, grabbing your glass of Coke quickly to wash it down. 

“None of your business.” Charlie retorted. “Stop eavesdropping.” 

“Don’t have private conversations around other people then.” Meghan bit back, but dropped the conversation anyway. Charlie gave you a relieved look. 

“That was close.” You muttered. 

“You’re telling me. Almost enough to get rid of the semi in my pants.” He winked and you hit his arm.

“Charles. Stop it.” You reprimanded. He grinned cheekily. 

“You love me.” He sung, placing a wet kiss on your cheek. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. 

“I’m reconsidering.” 

- 

“So what were you and Charlie discussing at lunch that was so private?” Meghan questioned, once you, her and your sister Isabella were alone sunbathing later that afternoon. You cringed slightly. 

“You don’t want to know.” You replied. 

“Oh god was it a sex thing?” Isabella gasped, and Meghan’s eyes widened in fear. You blushed. 

“I told you that you didn’t want to know.” You said simply, and they both squealed in disgust. 

“Do mum and dad know that you’re sleeping with Charlie?” Isabella asked after a pause. You rolled your eyes. 

“I’m a fully grown adult Bel, I don’t need parental permission to have sex with my boyfriend.” You told her. Meghan fake gagged. 

“Can we not talk about this? I do not want to think about my brother having sex.” She begged. You grinned slightly. 

“You were the one who brought it up.” You said. Meghan sighed. 

“If I’d known it was a sex thing I would have never.” She replied. 

“With Charlie it’s always a sex thing.” You answered. 

Meghan and Isabella groaned in unison as you giggled, flopping back into your chair. 

You really needed to get some girl friends who weren’t your sister and your boyfriend’s sister.

- 

“Was I good today?” Charlie questioned, jumping onto the bed next to you as you scrolled through Instagram that night. 

You put you phone down, pretending to think. 

“Well, you tried to tease me at lunch and then tried to discuss it, which then led to me having a very awkward conversation with our sisters about our sex life. So I’m gonna go with no.” You said. Charlie’s eyes widened. 

“Y/N!” He gasped. “You can’t do that to me.” 

“Why not? I told you to be good and you weren’t so that’s on you.” You replied, returning to scrolling on your phone. Charlie placed his head on your chest, pouting.

“But...” He trailed off. You raised an eyebrow.

“But what?” You questioned. He sighed loudly.

“But I’m so horny.” He complained. You rolled your eyes.

“That sounds like a you problem.” You replied.

“Baby.” Charlie whined, dragging out the ‘y’. “I’m gonna get blue balls, do you want that?” 

“You’ve got hands. And I know you know how to use them.” You said. He sat up, giving you his infamous puppy eyes.  

“Please?” He asked. You stared at him, not wiling to budge.

“Your sex drive is frankly disturbing Gillespie.” You told him.

“I know.” He agreed, batting his eyes at you. “Please?” 

You groaned.

“Fine.” You said. His eyes widened.

“Really?” He questioned, a grin appearing on his face.

“Yes. Quickly, before I change my mind.” You nodded. Charlie moved forward but paused.

“Wait.” He said. You frowned.

“What now?” You questioned, your tone clearly showing your exasperation. 

“You want to do this, right? I’m not making you do anything you don’t want to be doing?” He asked, suddenly serious, and your frown fell as your heart filled with love for the boy in front of you and the fact that he was still asking for consent despite how desperately horny he claimed to be. You lent in, kissing him gently. 

“I promise you’re not forcing me to do anything I don’t want to do.” You said softly.

“You’re sure?” He checked. You nodded. 

“Positive.” You reassured him. He grinned. 

“I love you.” He whispered, leaning closer. 

“I love you too.” You replied. 

And with that Charlie pulled you towards him, ready to show you just how much he really loved you. 

[puckngrind]

Leave Her Wild: chapter 3 - N. MacKinnon

Summary: MacKenzie heads to Washington and cashes in her bet with Nathan.

Warnings: swearing, fluff and stuff

Word count: 2,565 (swear they will get longer)

Series masterlist / Puck ‘n Grind’s masterlist

Washington.

The two texted back and forth over the week. Mostly randomness with a splash of real life. A friendship was blooming with the text conversation but what else could come of it? Neither one seemed to want to touch the subject. Kenzie wasn't even sure what to make of the attention from Nate. She threw herself into work as she normally would.

MacKenzie spent a few days in Colorado Springs for work but took advantage of her time off by hiking the Garden of the Gods. She was was halfway through Palmers trail when she feels her phone and decides to stop for water and take in the view plus check her phone thinking it was work. She laughs to herself realizing it was in fact not work.

Nate: how’s Colorado Springs?

She snaps a picture of her view and sends it.

Kenzie: gorgeous as always

Nate: holy shit are you hiking alone?

Kenzie snaps a selfie where you can see she’s alone and sends it.

Kenzie: don’t worry not anything too dangerous today. Lol

Nate: ok… not worried. Anyways, thought maybe dinner could be in DC since we will both be there next week.

Kenzie thinks about it and starts walking again. She realizes dinner out of town may in fact make things less awkward.

Kenzie: depends on my schedule but that should work

Nate: good. Enjoy the rest of your hike.

MacKenzie did just that. One thing most people knew about her was she loved adventures and trying new things. She rarely goes to the same vacation spot twice. Always wanting to try new restaurants and really only frequents Gus’s place in Denver. She liked to be free which drove her mother insanely crazy but MacKenzie didn’t seem to care. Her dad was her biggest supporter. Constantly sending her wanderlust Instagram posts after she taught him how. At least her mom had home in Kenzie’s brother, Cameron. Cam was doing everything he was expected to do including recently proposing to his high school sweetheart which Kenzie thought was dumb as seniors in college. His life was his life that was for sure, well and maybe their mother's life too. She couldn't control Kenzie which meant Cam got all of her energy.

The flight to D.C. was a breeze but busy would be an understatement as MacKenzie met her client at the end of the week. The demands were insane in the time frame. She spent almost all weekend in her hotel room working and talking with her team back in Colorado.

Nate: would you want to come to the game? I have tickets.

Kenzie: I would love to but I don’t even know if I can do dinner I’m so swamped

Nate: you need to eat right?

Kenzie: I mean, yeah. I’ll order in

Nate: how about you come to my hotel, we have an amazing restaurant here. You can work and eat

MacKenzie thought it over as she looked out her window. Walking the block and a half to Nathan’s hotel tomorrow night seemed doable. He had a point that she needed to eat and could work while they ate. It would complete their wager from the card game in the same instance. Wondered if Gabe or one of the other players would be around to ensure the dinner happened. MacKenzie thought she wouldn’t have the awkwardness of it feeling like a date this way. Plus, she wanted to try the restaurant out since last time she was in town and another client mentioned it. Mosi was all for the dinner when she called ensuring Kenzie her condo's mail was indeed checked. She thought this was the perfect arrangement and MacKenzie couldn’t find a reason to say no. Thinking Nate would already be at the arena for the game she sent a text.

Kenzie: Yes, to dinner at your hotel if you are still up to it after the game

She starts typing away again and laughs when the ping is almost immediate.

Nate: Perfect. I'll text you when we are back on the bus.

MacKenzie decided to turn the game on while she worked. She normally would have something on as background noise while she worked. She knows she can get lost in work and wanted to make sure she knew to pack up her laptop and such waiting for Nathan's call. She hears his name and looks up to see him score with less than a minute left. The Avalanche was already been leading but that goal ensured their win. She decided to change then couldn’t decide if she should pack up her work yet. “How sure how much time would he take between the game and the bus?” Kenzie asked her reflection. She texted him nice game to see if he would respond. He did a few moments later so she packed up slowly. Kenzie walks down to the street turning to head over to his hotel, humming to herself trying to not over think this very simple dinner. She slows down as she sees the charter bus in front of the hotel. Fuck.

"MAAAAC! Good to see you!" Gabe's voice comes booming out of the bus with some others chiming in as the stepped off the bus. MacKenzie awkwardly smiles at the team and then catches Nathan out the side of her eye. He’s staring at her as he walks down the step.

"Did you walk?" Nathan looks down at MacKenzie puzzled.

"Well, hello. Nice game. And yes. Just two blocks." MacKenzie pulls at her loose curl and then slides her finger down her messenger bag.

"Ready for dinner? I see you brought your work." Nathan taps her bag with his knuckle. MacKenzie nods and follows Nathan into the hotel. She awkwardly stops and he realizes it. “Whatcha doin’ there?” Nate walked back so he was standing in front of Kenzie.

“Isn’t the restaurant that way?” She points in the direction of the sign she stopped next to.

“Yes but they deliver to the room and I’d rather change into sweats and let you work in comfort.” He pulls at his tie. “Less eyes too. Come on.” Nathan placed his hand briefly on MacKenzie’s lower back to lead her to the elevator.

“I normally take the stairs.” MacKenzie looks around Nate for the steps.

“My room is on floor 12 and I just had over 20 minutes of ice time. Can we please take the elevator?” Nathan looked into MacKenzie’s questioning eyes.

“Fine. You have a point.” She smiles but gets lost calculating if that time is high or low for him.

They make their way to Nathan’s room. MacKenzie is surprised how nice it is. She’s not sure what she expected but it wasn’t this. Nathan’s suits neatly hanging up. Sweats sitting in his open luggage next to the closet. She realizes he hasn’t moved from behind her.

“Everything okay?” He moves to grab a pair of shorts and shirt.

“Yeah. Just not what I was expecting. You literally live out of suitcase don’t ya?” She watches him take off his suit coat and gulps at how his shirt is sticking to him.

“Some trips it feels like that. This one we won’t be home until the 26th… then a home stand with a few games on the road… and I’m boring you. Set up wherever you want and I’m gonna go change then will be right back.” He heads to the bathroom shut the door softly.

MacKenzie stares at the uncomfortable looking desk chair in a moment of indecision wanting to be set up so she’s working when Nate returns, she decides the bed was a better option for her to sit. Getting out her laptop Kenzie starts typing as soon as she hears Nate opening the door. He smirks when he sees Kenzie on the bed and moves to the desk to find the menu. She cannot help watching him. His muscles easily seen in the shirt and shorts he picked. He hikes up his pant leg exposing his thigh. Kenzie coughs focusing back on her work again.

"Here it is." Nathan turns around and walks towards MacKenzie handing her the menu. She stares at the menu then her finger lands on a cheeseburger and fries. Nathan moves to the other side of the bed, sitting to call in the order. He hangs up and starts to move.

"You can stay here. That chair is horrible looking." MacKenzie looks over at Nathan and he stops moving then looks down at his feet before swinging them up and adjusting to sit on the bed.

"Thanks." He looks over at her screen. "So what exactly do you do?"

"Simple description... I am a social media consultant." MacKenzie giggles. "Speaking of... your social media..." "Is non-existent." Nathan finishes her statement.

"Yeah, only two posts. That’s shocking for someone your age. Nate, do you know how you could amplify your earnings post career?" MacKenzie moves her computer and shift so look at him. He rubs the back of his neck and rotates on his hip to look at her better.

"Yeah. No, yeah. I get it. Just not my thing but you looked at my socials?" He bites his lip.

"I did after we ran into you at the bar post-game. Would've felt funny giving you my number if you had a girlfriend." MacKenzie admits.

"No girlfriend. So did you say you watched the game?" Nate changes the subject which Kenzie made a mental note of.

"Background noise while working. You can turn the tv on now or just talk to me. You scored." Kenzie looks over at Nathan.

"Empty netter but yeah. Nice win." Nathan says softly. The knock on the door stops their conversation. "Oh, dinner!" Nathan pops up and answers the door.

Dinner was delicious. The two shared backgrounds such as where they were from, college for MacKenzie, boarding school and early days of hockey for Nathan. They were laughing at each other's stories which lead to both laying on their stomachs watching a video for MacKenzie's work on her laptop.

"Kenz... Kenzie. Wake up!" Nathan whispers and MacKenzie's groggy self pops up and lands on Nathan's naked torso.

"Holy fuck!" She yells out. Nathan's hands steady her.

"Hey." Nathan backs up and bends to look her in face. Panic written all over her face. "You okay? We fell asleep talking." He looks at her.

"Why didn't you wake me? What time is it? Fuck. Sorry. I'm on a schedule." MacKenzie pulls away and looks for her bag realizing Nathan plugged her computer in at some point.

"It's 6:30. We just slept. I sleep shirtless and, uh, must've taken it off in my sleep. Sorry, should've put in on before I woke you. Hold on." Nathan moves to the other side of the bed and throws his shirt back on. "Let me call you an uber." He grabs his phone.

"I can walk. I don't have a meeting until noon so I'm fine. Thank you." MacKenzie points to the bathroom and Nathan nods.

She stands in front of the mirror for way too long just looking at herself. Pinches her cheeks and starts ranking her fingers through their loose blonde curls making them manageable enough to put up in a high ponytail. She grabs Nathan’s toothpaste and brushes her teeth with her finger.

“Well, Mac. This will have to do.” She bobs on the balls of her feet to psych herself up. Returning to the room she notices that Nathan had changed and slipped on some shoes. “Whatcha doin’ Nate?”

“I’ll walk with you. I wanted to grab coffee from down the street before we leave for the airport.” He grabs his wallet.

“You don’t have to.” Kenzie whispers as she heads to her bag.

“I don’t, but I wanna.” Nate smiles at her. She notices those soft eyes again. Almost gray but then again blue.

They head out of room to the steps. MacKenzie took a deep breath not realizing she was holding it until they got to the door.

“Why good morning you two!” Gabe’s voice comes from around the corner with a bag and coffee in hand.

“Mornin’” Nate answers and pushes the cross walk button.

“Glad to see you Kenzie.” Gabe nods and starts whistling while heading back to the hotel.

“Don’t mind him.” Nate breaks the silence after crossing the street.

“I’m assuming he’s thinking you got lucky last night.” MacKenzie tries to control her racing heart.

“I’ll talk to him.” Nathan assures her. She stops and looks up at him.

“Did you want to?” She puts her hand on her head not sure she really said it out loud.

“What?” Nathan stops and looks at her confused.

“Did you want to sleep with me?” She looks to see if anyone could hear her.

“No. Well… damnit. Hi. Let me start over.” Nathan looks deep in her eyes and cups her face.

“Go ahead.” She’s not sure if the words actually could be heard or not.

“I like you. You are easy to talk to. In the short time I’ve known you I’m constantly wanting to know more. I’m just bad at dating.”

“Why do you say that?” She moves closer to him without thinking.

“I’m not romantic. Plus my job isn’t the easiest for most of the year to maintain a healthy relationship. Plus, there is those who just want me for what I could give them.” He drops his hand to her hip. She sees his chest rise and fall.

“Who says you aren’t romantic?” MacKenzie questions.

“Every girl I’ve dated.” Nathan grumbles. This makes Kenzie laugh. “Well, they have.”

“I like you too, Nate. You intrigue me.” She feels the heat in her cheeks.

“So to answer your original question, yes. I would very much like to be physical with you but I also want to date you. Like not to fuck it up by…” She stops him by pushing herself to her tip toes to softly kiss his cheek.

“Well, saying all that is a start in how not to fuck it up.” She smiles at him. “Let’s get me back to my hotel then we can visit this whole dating thing when you return to Denver.” She starts walking and he quickly grabs her hand to walk with her.

“Here we are.” He stops at the doors of her hotel. “So, I’ll see you in two weeks, Kenzie.” Nathan drags out the two while contorting his face.

“It’s not that long plus you will be busy and I have this plus another project to finish before then.” She rubs the back of his hand with her thumb realizing how large his hand was in comparison which could crush her hand if he wanted. “Thanks for dinner Nate.”

“Can I?” He starts and gulps. MacKenzie watches his Adam’s apple bob. “Can I kiss you?” He asks with a quiver in his voice. She nods her head yes. Nate brings his hands up to her jaw holding her face up while he leans in pressing his lips to hers. Kenzie kisses him back and cannot remember a first kiss quiet like that. He releases while sucking in a deep breath.

“I…” Kenzie touches her lips.

“Well, see you soon Kenzie.” He kisses her forehead then turns quickly to head back down the street leaving Kenzie wanting more.

[honeym4rk]

station (jjh)

college! jaehyun x reader word count: 3.0k summary: four times you find yourself alone with jaehyun at a bus station.

There is comfort in the silence.

With every step you take, there is a crunch of fallen, juniper leaves at your feet. Your canvas tote bag is looped around your shoulder, your fingers clinging to the straps like it would shield you from the awkwardness of the current circumstances.

He’s got his hands hidden in the cavity of his hoodie. His knuckle cracking is sporadic, and you cringe at just how many times they’ve made an encore in the past two minutes.

You really should have begged Mark to tag along and leave the shindig so that this wouldn’t have happened- but alas, the boy was still hooked by the prospect of winning the next round of Mario Kart against Donghyuck. ‘It does some good to my self-esteem,’ he’d said. 

So here you are, sauntering bashfully to the bus stop with Jaehyun.

“So, uh- what bus are you taking?” You muster up the courage to speak up after a few minutes of painful reticence. 

“I’d have to take 922 or 153 from the opposite stop to get back to hall,” he sighs. It’s clear that he reciprocates the weird, distinctive tension here.

“And you?” He faces you with his raised eyebrows and you’re baffled by the sudden eye contact made. Your eyes dart elsewhere.

“Oh, I’m taking 922 from here.” You nod your head imperceptibly at the bus stop ahead of you.

A few metres away, there’s a zebra crossing, and you thank your lucky stars that you’re finally about to part ways. Oh, you’re sure Jaehyun is a nice person and all, but that doesn’t change the fact that the unspoken, kind enmity in the air is capable of being taut so hard around your neck that you asphyxiate. 

Ten more steps. Come on.

Five steps. 

Three steps.

“I’ll see you next ti-” 

Yet he doesn’t stop at the crossing. Instead, he continues his stride in tandem with yours towards the station. You stop in your tracks, slowly gesturing towards the beaconing street light with the hand you raised to bid adieu. 

“Aren’t you going to, you know..?” Eyes hinting at the yellow streaks of light, at the bus stop across the road, anywhere away from his own. Jaehyun notices your halt and follows suit.

“Well, I mean, Mark did ask me to see that you got home safe....”

You immediately wrack your brain for an appropriate response to his chivalry. It’s unclear how you should react; he really caught you by surprise. And from the way he’s gnawing at his inner lip and raising a hand to scratch the nape of his neck, you infer that he’s abashed too. All you manage is a small, “Oh,” as more silence ensues, before you start to blabber,

“No, no, thanks, Jaehyun, but it’s really fine, you don’t have to.”

His lips are taut into a firm, straight line and he lets out a surreptitious hum.

“Let me just wait ‘til you board your bus. Is that okay? It’s getting pretty late.”

You want to vehemently object. 

And you’re about to, but you let out a consenting “Yeah, alright.”

He’s invading your desiderated solace- yet something about his offer seems so genuine and saccharine that you comply out of curiosity. You’d heard things about Jaehyun around in school before, good things, especially seeing that he was well acquainted with your friends like Mark, but you’d never really encountered him until tonight, thanks to Donghyuck’s birthday celebration. Being a Linguistics student, fate hadn’t really presented many opportunities for him to meet someone majoring in Pharmacy. 

Therefore- you think to yourself- it wouldn’t be so bad. It’s unlikely that you’ll actually talk to him again, since you’ll probably never be within a radius of at least ten metres from him again. It’s alright, it’s okay. You decide to let him be a gentleman.

So you bask in the quietude shrouding the two of you, as you sit on the metal form, awaiting the arrival of a yearned 922. 

After all, there is the slightest hint of comfort in the silence.

There is also comfort in the familiarity.

You’re sure there’s a sense of déjà vu. It’s a similar scene to what had ensued a few weeks ago, at least, and you’re definitely surprised to be here again, with him . However, you’ve both abandoned the multi-layered cake of unease. It’s almost been completely devoured now. Fortunately.

Jaehyun’s chuckling relentlessly- nearly doubled over laughing- as you recount the earlier occurrences of the Friday night. 

“Yeah, no, but I’d give anything to see the look on Donghyuck’s face again.” His eyes crinkle into small crescents as he runs a hand through his silver hair.

“He looked so confident that it was going to work and I’d already told him otherwise, but I really don’t know what he expected.” 

Tonight, there had been an effort to study in Donghyuck’s apartment; considering the looming exam season. This purpose was indeed fulfilled, to some extent. 

Then Donghyuck, feeling rather ravenous, decided that he wanted to indulge in a quick and easy two-ingredient Oreo mug cake. The video tutorial truly looked too good to be true- you’d seen multiple YouTubers debunk the content-farm produced recipes. 

The wide-eyed boy was too desperate, however, as he credulously decided to fill his mug with crushed oreos and milk to the brim. He swore that it looked and sounded promising until a loud Pop! reverberated in the kitchen 30 seconds into heating.

Everyone gathered around to watch Donghyuck cry over his spilt milk, literally, as his appliance perpetually emitted smoke, its glass door burst open. Burnt mounds of moist black and white cookies were thrown at the white, metal walls of the microwave. Donghyuck fanned the plumes of smoke hastily.

“It looks like a volcano erupted.” Mark added, coughing, as he tried to swallow the chuckle bubbling at the back of his throat.

“Dude- I don’t want to say I told you so but,” You began to implore, before Donghyuck interjected.

“Maybe I should just try again, I think the microwave setting just wasn’t right.” 

And so he did- but to no avail.

The two of you approach the tiny station side by side, and you relish the warm, fuzzy feeling establishing in your stomach. Not quite butterflies, but maybe more like a tiny sprout popping out of the ground.

“To be fair, though, it didn’t taste half as bad as it looked.”

You snort. “Sure, because it’s literally sugar and milk with a dash of hidden carcinogens.” 

He lets out a low chortle. Jaehyun nails the bellowing dad laugh right down to a T, and some part of you finds this endearing.

A flash of bright light emerges as you look up from your feet. 922 has arrived and you’re rummaging through your bag for your bus card. 

“I feel like I left my card at Donghyuck’s, shit,”

The bus halts. 

“Here, use mine, I’ve got a spare.” Jaehyun offers without a second thought, pulling his card from the pocket of his denim jeans. 

“Go on, the bus driver’s waiting.”

You would have thought this through for a little while longer, but he was right. A scowl that said ‘Stop wasting my damn time,’ is plastered on the driver’s face, and it urges you to carefully pick the card slotted between his fingers. 

“Thanks so much- I’ll return it tomorrow, or something.” Your eyebrows furrow together and you clench your teeth together in a grimace.

“Yeah! Yeah, whenever. Good night, Y/N. Get home safe,”

“You too, thanks again!”

Boarding the bus hastily, you wave at him through the glass door as the bus sets off. He doesn’t leave until you’re out of sight.

You can’t help but grin as you examine the portrait on his student pass. He’s handsome, skin clear and glossy, hair parted such that there are a bunch of strands obstructing his forehead. It’s black in this image. You wonder how many colours it's been dyed. His dimples replicate the poked slime in the myriad of videos you’ve seen, and his cheekbones are incredibly prominent. 

It dawns on you that you don’t have his number, or follow him on Instagram, or have any means to contact him at all. You guess that you’ll have to fish something from Mark, but Jaehyun seems to beat you to it.

Unknown, [2340]: hey this is jaehyun lol hope you get back safe :-)

A sudden flash of the many possible outcomes this could entail breezes past your mind. You’re quite uncertain about how this will play out, and you unlock your phone to reply.

Y/N, [2341]: hii hahah thanks again! i can return your card tomorrow, just lmk where i can drop by

Jaehyun, [2341]: yeah sure, i think i’ll be cooped up in starbucks doing work w my friends lol 

Jaehyun, [2341]: u can join if ud like :o

There is comfort in the unknown.

There is comfort in the noise.

Your whole herd of boisterous friends are walking uphill from yet another study session at Donghyuck’s- there’s been quite a number of them since the first. You’re honestly amused by how many people can fit in his apartment. The study group has expanded from a mere four to a whopping seven people in total.

Thankfully, there haven’t been any microwave oven explosions since then, but you’ve had your good share of fun and company, and more importantly, productivity. 

The pack of young adults currently divulging the extensive, latest gossip and hall horror stories, you and Jaehyun stray further behind. You’re trying to listen in and pick apart information, but you’ve joined the conversation a bit too late for context. 

“Oh my god, Lia, you’re going to hate hearing this, but…” Jungwoo begins, his voice entering a decrescendo.

“But Jeno has a girlfriend? Yeah, I figured.” Lia wails. “I saw them together in the library the other day, being all cute and shit. My heart shattered .” She emphasises this by hitting Jungwoo’s shoulder out of pure frustration. 

“How long have they been together, though?” Ryujin quips, to which she gets a reply, but you try to drown out the rest of their conversation.

You tug at the arm of Jaehyun’s sweatshirt, and he leans closer to you as you query, “Who’s Jeno, again?”

“Cute dude that she keeps bumping into at hall, I think,” he mumbles. His words are semi-intelligible, because of the commotion right in front of you.

“Sorry? I didn’t catch that.” The infinite frequencies are hard to tune out, and it gets increasingly arduous to do so when Ryujin gasps.

“Oh shit, the bus is here!” Your friends are immediately ready to break into a sprint, but Jaehyun’s feet seem heavy as he continues to meander with you. 

“Jae, aren’t you coming? The next one’s in thirty minutes!” Jungwoo shouts as they begin to dash across the road.

“It’s fine, go on! I’m just a little lazy. See you!” Jaehyun dismisses him with the wave of his extended hand, and receives an incredulous look. The lame excuse confuses you, bamboozles you, but you wave goodbye to your friends anyway.

It’s been long since you’ve been caught alone here at the bus stop with Jaehyun- you usually head home with Mark every Friday. He’s not here, though. He’s crashed at Donghyuck’s for tonight.

“Uhm, what was that ?” You chuckle nervously, the little sprout in your belly magically reappearing. Truth be told, after the many lighthearted, late-night messages exchanged over the past few weeks, and after unravelling Jaehyun bit by bit, the sprout has grown into a pocket-sized garden. It brings its own butterflies, but you don’t quite have the audacity to admit this. There’s a different kind of trickiness lingering in the air tonight.

“Well, you know- Mark…and it’s- it’s getting late, kinda.” He’s timorous tonight. Under the luminescence of the bus station’s lamps, you see the pink tint land on the tips of his ears, something you’ve learnt happens when he’s rather shy. 

“I wanted to ask you something, too, though.”

“Okay, shoot.” You take a seat. He sits a modest distance away from you, cracking his knuckles instinctively.

“Well, I uhm, I’m not quite sure how you’ll react to this but,” he licks his lips.

“But?” You encourage him to carry on, staring as you await his continuation.

He looks as if he’s got the words at the tip of his tongue, the sea of sentences about to overflow from his mouth, and they’re spilling when he starts speaking again.

“Would you-” You listen intently, attempting to read his lips. However, he’s cut off by the booming wails of a velocious ambulance. You whip your head around to watch the vehicle pass by. 

Jaehyun breathes sharply, exhaling in frustration. The cries subside, so he tries again. 

“Y/N,” he clears his throat, and you face him once more.

“Yeah, sorry.”

“I was wondering if-” 

A fire truck zooms past the bus stop, and your attention is grabbed by the monotonous siren that raids your ears. Jaehyun notices your bus approaching, and he panics. The air-raid isn’t becoming distant; the truck’s obstructed by the imposing red-light flashing. There’s only so much time left to ask what he’s been dying to- and he can’t believe he’s getting cockblocked by the emergency services right now. 

You’re hearing Jaehyun spill a string of words but they’re incoherent- all you can seem to comprehend is the blaring repetitions that are relentless.

“What?!” You shout, fighting past the cacophony. “I can’t hear you!” You’re signing this to him, pointing to your ear and shaking your hand vigorously.

Your bus halts before you. Jaehyun’s in an absolute frenzy now. He doesn’t want to do this online. Something about hiding behind his screen sounds so ingenuine to him, and you’re already standing, shit, but he can’t win against the absolute pandemonium and doesn’t want to embarrass himself in front of the small crowd that’s alighted the bus, but he’s also not sure when he’ll get to talk to you in private like this again, 

So he clamours.

“Do You! Want To Go Out! With Me!” He’s cupping his large hands around his mouth, screaming into the makeshift amplifier with all his might, as you walk towards the front doors of the bus.

You look like a deer caught in headlights, eyes wide open in disbelief as you gawk at the boy who’s sheepishly glancing at everyone and using his hand to defend himself from their stares. The butterflies that have erupted in you are merciless.

And then you burst into a fit of laughter- Jaehyun curses the sirens for piercing through such a pleasant sound- and you nod profusely, one foot already boarding the bus.

The glass doors shut close, and you’re enthusiastically gesturing to your handphone, waving at him. The bus whizzes away.

He’s shell-shocked, and he’s unable to will his hands in drawing his phone from his pocket. The sudden series of vibrations brings him back to his senses.

Y/N (⸝⸝ᵕᴗᵕ⸝⸝),[2257]: WAIT ask me again

Y/N (⸝⸝ᵕᴗᵕ⸝⸝), [2257]: idk if i heard u right

Jaehyun, [2258]: k

Y/N (⸝⸝ᵕᴗᵕ⸝⸝), [2258]: dude come back </3

Y/N (⸝⸝ᵕᴗᵕ⸝⸝), [2258]: YES lol

Y/N (⸝⸝ᵕᴗᵕ⸝⸝), [2257]: yeeeeeeees

It heavily hinders Jaehyun that night, but there is comfort in the noise.

There is comfort in the isolation.

It’s only the blinding fluorescent lights and the cool breeze presenting company at the bus stop- you’re grateful that the occasional cars speeding by are helping you break down the very last walls of tension between the two of you, if there are any.

Whoosh. 

“I really enjoyed today.” He smiles and steals a quick glance at you. You’re at a different bus stop now- a month later and you’re amazed that you’ve gone out with Jaehyun at least three times now.

You catch the slight twinkle in his eyes as he scoots a whole foot nearer towards you on the cool metal bench. The distance between the two of you is closing slowly yet your heart rate is augmenting. It’s accelerating now- faster than any of the rambunctious vehicles that race down the road, their engines revving dirtily.

Whoosh. A black BMW zooms past you both and you take the opportunity to reciprocate the cheeky glimpse.

“Me too.”

There’s fumbling of fingers and twiddling of your thumbs before you notice the sudden influx of light and buzzing and realise that your bus has arrived. Pure languish rushes through every vein in your body- you don’t want this night to end.

Jaehyun begins to stand and shoots a quizzical expression when you don’t follow suit. 

“Let’s wait for the next one,” you grin, your legs swinging back and forth as you continue to glue yourself on the elevated seat.

The sound of his chuckle envelopes you into a warm hug- it’s deep, and strong, yet soft at the same time- and then you’re pulled to your feet by your wrists before he embraces you with confident hesitation too.

“Is this- it’s okay, right?” He just wants to be sure.

“Yeah- very.” You breathe, and his boyish smell fills your lungs. There is difficulty in naming what scented cologne he’s used today; but you devote no more attention. You just wallow in the tangy, mellow fragrance that has permeated your senses.

He’s got his arms coiled around your waist, his palm extended to press your back closer to him. You’re playing with the sharp, freshly cut hairs on the back of his neck. You run your fingers through them and he dives his head further into the crook of your neck. Jaehyun’s muffled voice is tickling your shoulder-

“Your hair smells really nice.” The corners of your lips edge upwards into an unrelenting grin.

“Thank God.”

There is comfort in Jaehyun.

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #474

“nothing flashed before my eyes  /  no pretty angels, no bright lights  /  all i saw was the devil’s soul, & it looked a hell a lot like my own”

Who are you most nervous about introducing potential significant others to? My dad. He can be a challenge. He says whatever comes to his mind the moment he thinks it, and it's not always nice. What is the most exciting thing about your life right now? My relationship, honestly. It feels like the one thing that's going right, but I'm concerned if I don't take care of the things that aren't going so well, that they will creep into my relationship and start breaking it down, ex. not having a job. What was the most important non-academic thing you learned in high school? To just keep pushing and not give up on life, and that it is full of phases, be them good, bad, or bland. Have you ever had a job that deeply affected your personal life? How so and do you still work there? No. Do you have a “one who got away”? I don't feel like that anymore. If you were in a supoerhero movie, would you be the hero or the villain? Because I like to help people, I'd like to be the hero, BUT villains are waaaay cooler. If you found a mouse in your house, would you be frightened? Frightened, no. I LOVE mice. I'd of course be startled and concerned about it getting into food, but I'd just calmly find a way to get it outside. Have you ever tried to perform magic tricks? I used to LOVE getting those little magic kits when the Scholastic fair came around! I had I want to say three and was pretty good at a lot of tricks in them. Can you do more with a yo-yo than just "go up and down"? No. What is one form of technology that you wouldn't be able to live without? The Internet for sure. Did you get an allowance, growing up? Why or why not? No. An allowance for three daughters was something my parents couldn't afford. Would you rather go to a water park or an amusement park? Why? An amusement park. They're more exciting to me, and somehow water parks seem dirtier with all the little kids and just alksdjlfa;wjke What is one instrument you wouldn't mind learning how to play? The violin. What's the longest amount of time you've had to wait in line for something? Probably something at Disney World as a kid, idr. What is something that you would like to learn more about? I ALWAYS want to learn more and more about meerkats. What is something that one of your family member collects? Mom collects owl stuff. Have you ever moved to a new school before? If so, how did it feel? No, except obviously when transferring from certain age ranges, like elementary to middle school. Have you ever legitimately forgotten to do homework? Yes, at least once in middle school. I felt SO awful and had to go outside of the classroom to do it while they were reviewing the work. Do you enjoy autumn leaves or spring flowers more? Why? I really, really like both. Each are just very pretty in their own right. Depending on where you live, why might a day of school get canceled? Hurricanes or like the mere chance of a centimeter of snow. At least once, we've even had such a severe heat advisory that school was called off. If you could meet any fictional character from a book, who would it be? Can dragons be real? 'Cuz then I wanna meet Clay from Wings of Fire if we could talk, lol. He's so wise and I'm sure would have great knowledge to share about looking at my life from new perspectives. What are some common places that people tour when they come to your city? Um, people do NOT tour this city. It's trash. What's one food that you did not enjoy as a child, but do as an adult? I'm not sure. How would having no electricity affect your daily routine? Everything would change, given I'm always on the computer. Would you rather have a mermaid tail, a fairy's wings or a unicorn's horn? Fairy wings, for sure. What is an animal that you'd like to have as a pet but it's not allowed? I wish SO badly that opossums were domesticated animals, alsdkjfkaljwe. I say enough that I do want to rescue/foster one, though, but I would obviously need a license for that. I would absolutely never just snag one from the wild. What are some things that you do to make the world a better place? We recycle here, don't dare to litter, and I always try to be a decent person that spreads love and hope to other people. Has the last person you had sex with ever had sex with someone besides you? Yes. What’s your favorite store at your mall? rue21, I suppose. We have a small mall. Have you ever done a workout DVD? Oh my actual god, this is a THROWBACK. When we were really little, my sister had a BARBIE workout DVD that we watched sometimes. Who usually takes out the trash in your family? Usually Mom, but sometimes me. What song are you currently obsessed with? Absolutely "Bath Salts" by Highly Suspect, ahhhhh- When you go fishing, do you make someone else get the fish off the hook? When I used to go fishing, my dad would always unhook the fish. Do you take any prescription meds? A lot. What happens if you don’t take them? I very rarely forget to take my medicine, but when I do, I experience anxiety and my tremors get worse. Who was the last person you dreamt about? I don't remember. Do you prefer your tea sweetened or unsweetened? I hate tea in any way. How often do you honk your horn? I don't really drive, so. I'd be very hesitant to though because I wouldn't wanna piss someone off. Do you have any children? If so, names and ages? That's a hard pass from me, bro. Have your parents ever witnessed you doing something inappropriate? What? No. Did you get babysat a lot as a kid? I don't remember how frequently, but we did have a babysitter. Both my parents had jobs. If you were the principal of a school, what would you do differently? Actually pay fucking attention to bullying and do shit about it. Are you doing anything fun tomorrow? "Fun?" Don't know her. What is something you'd like to receive as a housewarming gift? I dunno. How old were you when you first experienced the effects of puberty? I don't remember. What is your least favorite holiday, and why? St. Patrick's Day because I worry about getting pinched, lol. Pinching even very lightly is surprisingly painful for me. What were some outdoor games you played as a child? Hide-and-seek was my favorite, then my sisters and I made games for on the trampoline and in the pool, etc. Did you accompany your parents on "Take Your Child to Work" Day? I never remember doing that, no. Are cemeteries peaceful to you, or do they freak you out? They're humbling, more than anything. A reminder of how equal we are and that we all end up the same. It's a nudge to cherish life while you have it. Which ancient civilization would you be interested in learning more about? My favorite is Ancient Egyptian. Do you have better long-term memory or short-term memory? Long-term. My short-term memory is absolutely frighteningly horrid. What was the last situation that made you cry? Describe. I was very frustrated with just life in general and how horribly I'm failing at it. Which forest animal would you be most afraid to encounter? A bear, probably. Do you believe in anything supernatural? (ie: spirits, etc) Yeah, like said spirits. Has anyone close to you ever gone to war? No. Have you ever experienced altitude sickness? No. Is there anything, any event, you wish you could remember more clearly? I don't know right now. Have you ever rubbed anyone’s feet? EW you couldn't pay me to. If you had to get advice from someone of the opposite sex, who would you go to? My boyfriend. What was the last new food/drink that you tried? I recently tried jalapeno-stuffed grilled chicken, and a couple days ago I tried this orange/strawberry V8 my mom bought. It was noooot good, which I figured it wouldn't be. That's not a good mix. Have you had a good day today or was yesterday better? Today was fucking awful, and yesterday wasn't exactly peachy either. Have you ever played Sudoku? Yeah, I enjoy it well enough. Do you ever take surveys for money? No; I once signed up for a site like that though because my mom used to do that, but I literally qualified for no surveys with how inexperienced I was and still am with grown-up stuff. Do you like Barbie or Bratz better? I don't have an opinion, and I didn't really as a kid, either. Do you prefer purple or green grapes? I go back and forth, but either way, it has to be a crisp grape or it's just gross. Who was the last person that made you laugh? I was watching a John Wolfe video. Where does your best friend live? Illinois. Who did you last confide in? Girt. Does your car have an alarm? Mom's doesn't. Where was your mom born? New York. What can always make you feel better no matter what? If I'm being completely realistic, nothing. Not every single tactic is fail-proof, especially these days. What is something you’ll never eat again? Why? Crab legs came to mind first. They are SO mushy and just gross. What is currently happening that is scaring you? My life, bro. Have you ever found a stranger’s note somewhere? If so, what did it say? I mean maybe at some point accidentally? I don't remember a specific occurrence.

[excelsi-or]

17/01/19 - jealous (woozi)

to a boy i love right now

w.c. 2.1k (lol longer than i thought)

A/N: who doesn’t love a jealous woozi?

December 27/28/29, 2018

January 17, 2019

She rolls her eyes at Taehyung’s dumb expression, a smile on her face despite her exasperation. “Stop. We really need to finish this report.”

“We’ve been here for hours,” Taehyung whines, his chin dropping to the table. “We’ve read so many papers. Are you even retaining anything?”

“Not a matter of retaining, it’s a matter of getting it on the page.”

Taehyung huffs. “All I’m saying is that maybe we should call it a day.” He motions out the library window. “It’s dark out.”

She sighs, conceding to his point. Their formal lab report was taking longer than either of them expected. With all the references that the professor wanted to back up their evidence, their eyes were starting to go cross-eyed. And to be fair, she’d lost focus long before Taehyung had.

As they exit the school library, Taehyung promises that he’ll get the conclusion done by Friday morning so they can go over it on Saturday.

“No, no,” she snorts. “Done by Thursday morning so we can look over it Friday and hand it in by midnight.”

“Right,” he chuckles. “I’m just teasing.”

They’re about to part ways, as she’s planning to meet Jihoon. “So I’ll see you in class tomorrow? As in are you planning on showing up?”

“Missing me in microbi?” Taehyung snorts. “I’m sure Chim is keeping you company.”

“Since Ara came along, that man isn’t talking to anyone else in that class.”

Taehyung smiles wide and she slows for the pathway to the music building. From this distance, she can see Jihoon locking up.

“So you are missing me,” Taehyung chuckles.

She waves her goodbyes and turns to Jihoon when he saunters up. His eyes watch Taehyung’s retreating figure as he heads towards the parking lot. Taehyung is one of those lucky students that has his own vehicle. Jihoon gives her a once over, but says nothing.

“You ready to go?” she asks him, adjusting her backpack straps.

Jihoon offers his hand, but remains mute; which is fine. It tends to happen when Jihoon hasn’t slept much. With graduation looming, he’s been skimping on sleep. She thinks that his trip down to Busan has also sapped a lot of his energy. From all the stories he returned with, it didn’t sound as if the man had had much time to rest. So she fills the silence for the both of them, talking about how the work session with Taehyung had gone and how much of an idiot he is for skipping classes.

“Least he shows up to lab every week,” she mutters. They get off at her bus stop. Seungkwan has been raving about his mom’s food that she’d sent. His mom’s made so much that Seungkwan is inviting everyone over to share.

She’s pretty sure she and Jihoon are the last to arrive.

“Are you okay?” she asks him as they get into the elevator. Jihoon’s a quiet man, but he’s unusually quiet tonight.

Jihoon squeezes her fingers and rests his head on hers as they watch the floors light up.

“Are you and hyung fighting?” Seungkwan asks after everyone’s gone home. Hansol insisted on staying the night. He’s made himself comfy on the couch and refuses to get up anymore. She brings Seungkwan a stack of dirty plates.

“No, why?”

“I don’t know. You guys weren’t acting like you usually do.”

She stops from collecting the cups together. With rapid-fire speed, she breezes through the night. Jihoon had been distant most of the night, but also hadn’t really left her side. If anything, he’d been more touchy than usual, his hand always on her somewhere even when they were playing board games.

Hansol groans from his spot on the couch, stretching his arms over his head. He curls around a couch pillow. “Seungkwanie is just overanalyzing again.”

“He wasn’t his usual annoying self. That’s all I’m saying,” Seungkwan says.

She passes him the cups over the counter. Resting her chin in her hands, she frowns. “I didn’t really notice anything and he hasn’t said anything.”

“Well, that’s good,” Seungkwan replies quickly. “I just wanted to make sure.”

“I think we’re good.”

“You know best.” Seungkwan’s voice is definitive. “If nothing’s wrong, nothing’s wrong.”

Except maybe Seungkwan wasn’t wrong. After dinner at their apartment, Jihoon has been near unreachable. He responds to texts if she sends them, but each time she extends an invitation for dinner, the man claims he’s busy. From what she’s learned of Jihoon the last four months is that he likes the idea of relationships, but struggles with actually having them. So it’s been a learning curve for her to figure out where the boundaries are and what boundaries Jihoon will let her cross.

At this point in time, she wonders if Jihoon’s keeping his distance to reflect on their relationship. A lot of her friends were still in the honeymoon phase nearly a year in, so four months feels extremely soon to be reevaluating. But Jihoon has proven time and time again to be doing this relationship differently. So she knows that once he’s ready to come find her, he will.

“Taehyung, focus!” she laughs. “You asked me to help you study and you’re being impossible.”

Taehyung grins at her and adjusts himself in his seat, leaning forward to demonstrate that he’s listening. She shows him the molecule again and explains how there are two sigma d symmetry planes.

He stares hard at her drawing, but she recognizes that there is no understanding there. So she pulls out the Play-Doh, something that she figured would also help his focus. She passes him the purple-lidded tub. Then she pulls out a handful of toothpicks.

“It’s easier to make the molecule and since the set is expensive, I found this cheap alternative works too.”

Taehyung is already busy making a tiny snowman, but rather than scolding him again, she uses the small balls he’s made to use as atoms. Once he’s made enough, she shows him the molecule in 3D. His jaw drops.

“Oh my god, I can see it now!” He takes it from her and rotates it so that they’re looking down the plane. “You’re a literal genius.”

She snorts. “Genius, no. Decent teacher and patient friend, yeah.”

Taehyung rests his face against her arm and she pats his head. “This is game changing.”

“It is. So let’s do the other ones.”

When they leave the café, Taehyung asks, “So how’s your boyfriend?”

“Jihoon? He’s good.” Probably.

Taehyung smiles his kilowatt smile. “That’s good. Jungkook keeps suggesting a double date since apparently I rave about how fun studying with you is.”

She throws her head back with a laugh. “I’ll mention it to Ji next time I see him.”

He offers to walk her home since the café is near her place. She doesn’t argue, as she’s missed having someone walk her home. She hadn’t realized how accustomed to Jihoon she’d gotten until she had started making the bus ride home on her own again. It made all the dark alleys a little bit darker.

“How’s all his music going? I know Yoongi hyung was at his wit’s end near graduation.”

She shrugs. “Ji’s good under pressure. He’ll suddenly whip up four songs without blinking. Real genius at work.”

“Speak of the devil,” Taehyung says as they wander up to her apartment. Sitting on the front steps is Jihoon. Taehyung smiles at the man, but Jihoon barely musters anything in return. Taehyung shoots her a pitying smile, which must mean that he assumes Jihoon’s exhausted.

But she knows that look on Jihoon’s face. He’s mad.

Taehyung wraps an arm around her shoulders. “I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”

She hugs him back and nods. “Yes, because you’re showing up to class.”

“I’m showing up to class,” he promises. He waves over his shoulder.

“Text me when you’re home!”

“Shall do!”

Then she turns to her angry boyfriend. He’s not mad very often, but the tightness in his jaw and the dark circles under his eyes tells her he’s also sleep deprived.

She stands there, hands on the straps of her backpack. Jihoon’s eyes are on his hands and she waits him out. Jihoon doesn’t waste words when he’s angry.

But they wind up sitting in silence for so long that her fingers start to go numb. She buries her hands in her pockets and studies him. If anger were visible, she can imagine ripples of anger on his spine.

“You’re mad,” she finally states.

Jihoon’s eyes lift to hers.

“It’s keeping you up at the studio all night.”

He waits.

“And you’ve stopped answering my texts all together, so it’s probably my fault you’re mad.”

Her mind whirs. He’s gonna make her work for it. He’s cut off communication for about a week and a half. A few days before that, she’d told him that she was going to study with—

“You’re jealous, Lee Jihoon.”

Jihoon frowns and looks away, his jaw clenching again.

Tentatively, she takes a few steps towards him and takes a seat. She leaves space between them, because she knows that Jihoon fires off if he’s angry enough. They haven’t had enough arguments for her to gauge how angry he is right now.

“Is that why you’re avoiding me? Because of Taehyung?”

“I wanted to think,” he mumbles. His voice comes out gravelly as if he hasn’t really used it much.

“And what have you been thinking about?”

“That maybe…”

She holds a hand up to stop him. “If the thought was that I’d run off with beautiful Taehyung, then Ji, you have nothing to worry about.”

“How do I have nothing to worry about?” he exclaims. Jihoon turns to her, his eyes sharp and his hair falling messily out of his face. She wants to run her hands through it desperately, but now is not the time. “He’s tall and good looking and your type.”

She blinks in surprise at the last part. “My type? I didn’t know I had a type.” She smiles slightly. “And if I had one, it’s you, Ji.”

This seems to stun him. She quickly explains. “Taehyung is beautiful, in all sense of the word. I like him; he’s a good friend to have around. But Taehyung is a lot of maintenance.” Jihoon sits up a bit straighter as she talks. “But I adore you, Lee Jihoon.” They’ve been dancing around the ‘L’ word, neither of them quite ready to drop it, but feeling it all the same. She’s put off by the weight of it; he’s scared of the commitment in it.

“I adore you and that’s not going to change just because a beautiful man breezes through my life.” Gently, she reaches for his hand and he lets her intertwine their fingers. “I have you, my own perfectly beautiful human, to entertain me.”

Jihoon snorts at the phrasing. “I’m a play thing?”

“Mm, but you don’t care, do you?” she teases.

Jihoon sighs and runs a hand through his hair. “I just… I don’t like feeling as if I’m competing for your attention.”

“Then tell me what you want, Ji.” Jihoon tilts his head at the request. “I’m testing boundaries with you. If you know what you want, tell me.”

“I… what I really want is for you to stop talking to him.” From her expression, he quickly adds, “But I know that’s not fair. I don’t know what I want. I want…” He lets the end of the sentence hang in the air.

She brings the back of his hand to her lips and she gets up, her bum already numb. “Are you gonna come in?”

“Seungkwan home?” Jihoon stands.

“He’s home,” she confirms.

Jihoon nods and lets her lead him into the apartment. His arms wrap around her waist in the elevator, his head knocking back into the wall. “You’re getting into bed when we get upstairs,” she tells him.

Jihoon hums.

Her hand disentangles them and she tugs him after her to the door.

“Seungkwanie!” she calls, though the man is sitting at their dining table. “Ji’s here.”

“Hi hyung!”

Jihoon grumbles a response and heads straight for her room. Seungkwan watches him shuffle across the room and the light doesn’t turn on when he goes inside. Seungkwan glances back at her. “It’s only 6:30.”

“He hasn’t been sleeping,” she informs him. She places her backpack in the chair directly across from him. “Apparently we were fighting.”

Seungkwan lifts a curious eyebrow.

“Resolved now, but he’s been fighting all alone. I didn’t even know.”

Seungkwan rolls his eyes. “Couples. I’ll never understand.”

“Don’t worry, Seungkwanie, I don’t either.”

Next: January 24, 2019 

[insporaelynn]

📲 raelynn && roman

WHEN: january 24-26th 

DESCRIPTION: just best friends talking and being obsessed with each other. rae confides in him about her ex drama.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: drug mention, probably sex mention.

@romanbeckett​

Roman

Hi love of my life. I miss your face. How’s it going??

raelynn

my baby

god, i miss you too. i'm doing okay, how're you tonight?

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧

it’s been an off day, not even gonna lie lol super sore and tired. I just wanna be back to normal already

raelynn

oh no

how's your scar healing up? the boys are taking care of you right??

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧

it’s okay I guess bleh lol and not tonight. I’m all alone

raelynn

Where's Q? Is Aaron working?

Well I guess I should know that since I'm literally at work. Lmao.

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧.

Q is working on music. Aaron has des tonight

raelynn

ugh. i wanna lay with you and kiss ur face.

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧

are you busyyy? I can burn us some cookies

raelynn

i'm working but I'd love to see you after if you're still up.

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧

of yeah you just said you’re at work lmao fucking weed

yes please come by when you’re done

raelynn

LMAO I KNOW THE FEELING

absolutely, i'm yours.

u know niamh was trying to figure out who rue's date was and she was like "is it you" bc i mentioned that I have a dick appt with him tomorrow night.

and i was like. dude, no, for like, a thousand reasons. like, why would that ever be me???

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚n.

oh god, I’m so out of the loop with gossip lately, it’s sad. I didn’t even know he had a date lol

raelynn

it's apparently some big secret but he's having people help him dress up and asking about flowers and candy and niamh is like "bitch is it you" and i'm like. LMAO.

like is there anything about me that says flowers and candy

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧

Hahahahahhahahahahaha HAHAHA

that really made me laugh too hard.

raelynn

like, i'm not the flowers girl, i'm the sneak out in the night girl, the middle of the afternoon girl, all those things, but flowers girl???? sdkfdskksd

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧.

I’m 100p a flowers girl

raelynn

YOU ARE AND YOU'RE WORTH IT MY BABY

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧.

my parents are coming in to town this week. Gotta tell them I have two boyfriends haaaa. Pray for me

raelynn.

I feel like that should be the least shocking thing about you??? In a good way.

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧.

yeah, I definitely keep them on their toes

raelynn

tell ur boyfriend that if he wants me to continue wearing body glitter he's going to have to pay me extra

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧.

omg but I love body glitter fyi

raelynn

I did an onlyfans video with Lilah earlier and I'm like 80% sure that I left glitter on her sheets. Like I'm a fucking unicorn.

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧.

that makes me so happy I can’t even lie

I too wanna leave glitter everywhere

man I need to do only fans

raelynn

i would a thousand percent subscribe

both bc i'm a perv and also bc i'm a very supportive best friend.

we could get naked and do a body glitter photoshoot

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧

and I love this about you

that sounds like a dream?? Wow

raelynn

would love nothing more than to apply body glitter to ur glorious tiddies.

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧

my tillies would appreciate it

Hahahaa it hurts to laughhhh

raelynn

SORRY SORRY I'M GOING TO BE VERY SERIOUS NOW

clears throat Um. The National Debt.

it is my understanding that there is. National Debt.

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧

hahahah I love you

raelynn

Blah blah, topics. Blah blah, smart people jargon, blah blah

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧.

god it’s so boring isn’t it

would so much rather talk about titties

raelynn

God same.

Like how yours are somehow bigger than mine.

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧

I know, I need some sort of support at this point I think

raelynn

we could get you fitted for bras somewhere maybe that'd be fun

it'd look actually so hot

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧

well I already wear lingerie in the bedroom. Might as well.

raelynn

you will be the absolute death of me, you're simply too gorgeous and too sweet to exist.

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧.

stahhpppp you’re making me blushhhh. Right back atcha my babe

raelynn

is there anything you want me to bring you when i'm done here?

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧.

just yourself. I’ve got good ass weed

raelynn

and for the millionth time, i realized, you are my soul mate.

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧

you’re mine, lovie.

raelynn

i wish i could've had appendix surgery instead of you

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧.

noooo don’t be silly lol I’m okay darling.

raelynn.

no i hate that you were in pain even for like a second i hate it so much!!

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧.

stop it, I love you. You cutie. Oh god okay I’m gonna make us cookies.

raelynn

Dont burn the house down my beautiful twin flame

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧

I always get cookie dough thinking I’ll do better next time. I still have that unearned confidence

raelynn.

Thats bc im always building you up and rightfully so

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧

yes you do and I live for it. I also really love fresh cookies right out of the oven, I just want to make that happen

raelynn

I believe in you my little tropical starfish

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧

raelynn

literally you

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧

hehehehe ⭐️

raelynn

i don't think anybody's ever gonna love me more than you

and i think. i think maybe that's okay?

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧

that’s not true. You’re gonna find someone who is gonna blow you away

raelynn

yeah but even if i did, would I even be able to love them without being scared of them?

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧

yeah, I think so. I’ve had to overcome a lot of walls and fears myself that I never thought I could. The right person makes it easier.

raelynn

idk there are a lot of people i could've loved if i hadn't been so....this lmao

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧

I think it’ll just take some time!

raelynn

you have so much faith in me.

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧

of course I do. I think you can do anything.

raelynn

i'm not really sure.

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧.

you don’t have to be cause I ammmmm

raelynn

and you're the smartest person in the world

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧

in the whole world?? Damn. I’m not near as rich as I should be then.

raelynn

how about I stay over with you tonight and we get some breakfast in the morning? I did really good on tips tonight.

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧

okay!! I’d love that

raelynn

good 'cause i don't get to spend nearly as much time with you as i wanna

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧

I knowwww. We haven’t had a sleepover in so long

raelynn

you can cuddle up to me and i'll feed you cookies and kiss your hair

revolutionary. better than therapy.

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧.

Yes!!!!

raelynn

loml

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧

I finished the cookies baby and I didn’t burn them to a crisp

raelynn

you fucking legend

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧

I’m pretty damn proud of myself not gonna lieeeee

[...]

raelynn

extremely sad that i couldn't stay at breakfast with you all day

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧.

same

now I’m bored

raelynn

i swear after i left you my day went down the tubes.

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧.

oh no I’m sorry

who do I need to fight

raelynn

well carson is back.

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧

oh god, tell me more

raelynn

idk why he's back but wes gave him my number bc i guess when i told him to lose it he took it to heart which like good i wanted him to

but anyway i screamed at him in the chat

everyone called me a hypocrite bc i told ivy to stop being a bitch in the chat awhile back. which tbh i didn't remember even doing, i just be saying shit.

like alex opened his fuckin mouth and i'm like what dog do you have in this fight

oh and DELILAH is moving in with carson bc he's "like her brother!!!" never mind the fact that he cheated on me bc i guess friendship doesn't mean much anymore

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧.

wow that’s...messy. Wtf lilah though seriously

raelynn.

So then Carson texts me bc wes gave him my number and that felt like being??? Pushed back in time against my will

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧

that’s not cool

raelynn

So yeah a lot of crying today

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧

*chick with knife emoji*

me rn

raelynn

Cute but lethal

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧

*img attachment* 

and not at all high...

raelynn.

you're so hot jesus christ.

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧.

I love you.

raelynn.

love u more than life itself

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧.

*img attachment of a keychain that says PUSSY WAGON* 

this was recommended to me on Instagram and now I want it.

raelynn

LET'S GET THEM MATCHING.

EVEN THOUGH I DON'T HAVE A CAR

AND THEREFORE NO KEYS FOR SAID CAR

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧.

it would be perfect for my Volkswagen

raelynn.

omg and with me in it...it really WOULD be a pussy wagon......

big brain

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧.

hahahahah

raelynn

we should road trip soon

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧

I would love that so much honestly

raelynn

where should we go?

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧

Disney world!!

raelynn

will u propose to me there

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧.

wouldn’t that be romantic as heck

raelynn.

THE most romantic and also we'd maybe get free dessert

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧

I never turn down anything free.

raelynn

me neither. not the taylor family way

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧.

hahaha I love you.

raelynn.

we'll start planning a summer trip, just us.

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧.

yay yay yay yay!

raelynn.

i'm gonna wear a tiara the whole time.

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧.BOT01/25/2021

with Mickey ears?

raelynn.BOT01/25/2021

of course, i'm not a monster.

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧.

hahahaa

[...]

raelynn

I hate dudes.

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧

they’re a mess aren’t they lol

raelynn

Had a temporary lapse in sanity and agreed to meet Carson for coffee lol and he canceled like 15 mins before we were supposed to meet for a probably fake meeting lmao its so typical but I fell for it

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧

babe I’m so sorry

raelynn

Like im just so tired

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧

how can I make it better

raelynn.

I don't know honestly and I wish I did.

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧.

I love you.

raelynn

I love you.

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧.

you’re my baby

raelynn

you're MY baby

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Chapter 12

Author’s note: Here is the next chapter! I hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it.

“Feeling any better?”  Harry texted his girlfriend and placed his phone on the table. He looked back up at the TV in the bar to watch the football match as he took a drink of his beer.

The prince had come back a day early this week having finished a section of his flying course. He had hoped to get the chance to spend more time with Alexa, but that quickly faded as he learned she had gotten quite sick and warned him to stay away being fearful that he would catch it too. He decided that he would take his friend Charlie and Skippy up on their offer to go out to a pub to have a few drinks and watch the Chelsea football match.

“Come on Mate! Where has that cheery smile gone too?” Charlie put his arm around Harry and squeezed his shoulder.

“Sorry, Charlie. A little distracted.” Harry looked back down at his phone seeing no alerts that Alexa had messaged him back yet.

“Distracted?” Skippy took a sip of his beer and slammed it down on the table. “What has ever distracted you from a football match?” His friend shared a look with Charlie as a revelation hit him. “Unless…” Skippy leaned in and narrowed his eyes toward Harry. “He’s got a girl!”

Charlie sat back and took a long look at Harry as the prince clearly did not answer and turned his attention back to the screen as if Skippy did not say a word. Ignoring his friends clearly was not going to work as Charlie leaned back in.

“Is it that blonde from the engagement party?” Charlie blatantly asked the prince making Skippy more interested in the matter.

“What… that was like weeks ago? And all this time you two have been going at it?” Skippy’s words grabbed the prince’s attention, as his silence was guilty enough for his friends to know the answer to that.

“Come on, what’s her name?” Skippy was relentless and even egged Charlie on to join in until Harry admitted that he was seeing someone.

“Ok, ok.” Harry hushed them. “Keep your voices down…”

“Her name is Alexa.” Harry gave them a name hoping that they would stop at that, but he should have known better.

“Let me guess… blonde and blue eyes?” Skippy snickered as he poked fun at the prince over his distinct type of girls.

“Oooh! It is that same girl you danced with until like two am that night?” Charlie patted the prince’s back. “Damn she was pretty hot…” He paused for a brief second. “Don’t you dare tell Daisy I said that. I can’t have another fight with her this week.” Charlie puffed out a heavy breath while shaking his head. “God, I needed this tonight.”

“What did you do now, Charlie?” Harry quickly turned the topic of conversation off of Alexa. It was not the fact that he did not want to share how amazing she was with his friends; they just hadn’t discussed introducing one another to their friends yet.

“Well, she asked me what my honest opinion was of an outfit and well…” Charlie cringed at the mental memory of it all.

“Please don’t tell me you said you did not like it on her.” Skippy shook his head at Charlie.

“Sort of…” Charlie admitted.

“Really? Haven’t you learned this by now not to do that?” Harry chuckled at his friend’s guilty look. Harry looked down to see his phone vibrating alerting to a message that Alexa sent back.

No, I can hardly breathe and my headache is not going away. What I wouldn’t give for some chicken noodle soup lol. How are the guys? Chelsea winning?

Boring, would rather be with you xo

I know. Hopefully I will be better tomorrow and we can hang out. Miss you xx

Send me a picture of you… please x

Alexa snapped a picture of Peanut instead and sent it to Harry.

I look awful right now. But, your sweater is so nice and warm ;)

Mmm… thanks for that mental image. Get some rest x

“What do you think Harry?” Skippy nudged him, bringing Harry back to the conversation.

“Think of what?” He asked as his mind was still picturing Alexa all cuddled up wearing his sweater.

“Guy wants to meet us at Mahiki.”

“I’m in!” Charlie was ready to get out of here.

“Yeah, why not?” Harry shrugged his shoulder and decided that there was no harm in going out.

“Are you sure you want to be take off the market so quickly again?” Skippy yelled into Harry’s ear above the loud music. “I mean you just got over Chels and now want to jump into something?”

Skippy leaned on the bar counter looking out to see all the women that were dressed to impress tonight. “I mean, you could literally have anyone out there if you wanted to mate. Why not enjoy being single for a while before getting locked down again?”

Harry simply could not reply. He had never really thought about it before. What Skippy spoke of was true, he never really had the chance to be single and have all the fun that came along with it. It didn’t mean that he was not interested in Alexa, but what Skippy was saying caught his mind.

“Look at our friend Charlie… he had to leave because his girl wanted him home.” Skippy picked up his drink and scoffed a laugh. “Do you really want to be tied down like that?”

Just as Skippy finished speaking, two women walked up to them and started batting their eyelashes flirtatiously at them. “Well hello, there.” A blonde women with blue eyes smiled up at the prince. “I’m Becca. Buy me a drink?”

Harry turned to lock eyes with his friend Skippy who practically had his tongue down the other women’s throat. No matter how hard the women batted her eyes up at the prince, no matter how sexy she tried to be with him, no matter what she did Harry only wanted one thing in that moment. He wanted to be with Alexa instead of this club where women were simply on the prowl for whoever could pay for their night of partying.

The women grabbed the collar of his shirt and made him look directly at her. “Or we could go back to my place… or yours…”

Harry grasped either side of her shoulders and pushed her back a few feet. “You are not my type. Find someone else to fuck.” Without wasting another minute, Harry was practically running out of the club towards the one person he wanted in that moment. He knew there was no other place then he would rather be.

———————

Harry had knocked on Alexa’s door while he swayed back and forth on his feet hoping that she had not gone to bed yet. He heard her voice calling to whoever was on the other side of the door that she would be just a minute. A smile spread across his lips waiting to see her reaction when she opened the door.

He heard the deadbolt unlock followed by the turn of the handle. The door creaked open as Alexa cracked it open a little ways to see who it was on the other side. Harry noticed her pale sickly face matched with her reddened nose and tired eyes. She clearly was not feeling well, but, once those eyes locked with Harry’s they lit up at the sight of him.

“Harry?!” Her voice cracked as she clutched her throat making it clear to the prince that Alexa was sicker then she had let on. “What are you doing here?” She opened the door wider allowing him to step inside.

“I brought you a few things… and wanted to see how you were doing?” Harry held up a bag of things he had bought for her, including some chicken soup he had picked up at one of her favourite deli’s down the street from her flat.

Harry turned around to take in the full view of her. She had her hair pulled back into a messy bun without a stitch of makeup on her. Alexa grabbed the edges of his warm sweater he had leant her and snuggled into it for comfort. Despite her being sick, Alexa looked just as beautiful as she did on the nights they went out.

He lifted up his arms as Alexa sauntered over to Harry wrapping her arms around him. “You shouldn’t be here… I don’t want you sick.” Alexa started to cough violently into the sweater she had on. He looked down and saw the painful expression on her face as she clutched her burning throat.

Alexa was breathless as she attempted to catch her breath while stepping out of the confines of his arms. “See?” She created a healthy distance between them.

“I don’t care. Besides, I brought you a few things.” A proud smile flashed across his face. Harry walked into the kitchen and sat the bag down on the counter before pulling all the items out one by one. “Some lemon tea…. cough syrup… a book and some chicken noodle soup.”

“You did not have to do all that for me.” Alexa walked over and picked up the book with a smile. “I thought you were out with your friends though tonight?” She was touched that he was so thoughtful and kind to pick up these things for her.

“I was…” Harry nodded. “But, I only wanted to spend time with you so I left and came here to look after you.” He snaked his arm around her waist to pull Alexa closer to him. “Is that so bad that I want to take care of you, Alexa?”

“No…” Alexa turned into him and rested her head on his chest. “I’m really glad you came over. I am started to get bored watching Netflix and Britain’s Bake Off.” Harry released a light laugh and placed his hand on the crown of her head and held it there.

“Have you eaten anything lately?” Harry felt her head shake in reply. “Alexa…” He gently scolded her.

“I haven’t had any energy today to do anything let alone cook, Harry.” Alexa lifted her head as her sickly green eyes blinked up at him.

The prince cupped her cheek softly and smoothed over her cool clammy skin. An immediate concerned expression formed on his face as he felt her boiling hot forehead with the back of his hand. “How long have you had this fever for?” His deep voice was laced with worry.

“I don’t know. A few hours maybe.” Alexa weakly smiled up at Harry.

“Why don’t you go take a bath and I will heat up some soup for you?” Harry kindly offered, but he was more concerned that Alexa was down playing how actual sick she was really was.

“I’d like that.” Alexa was about to kiss him and then backed away. “I would kiss you right now if I could…” She held his hand while walking backwards until her fingertips lightly brushed against his fingers.

“Don’t tempt me…” Harry winked at her and urged her to go relax.

Alexa was lying next to Harry on her sofa in the living room fast asleep as he quietly watched a show. It was getting late, but Harry did not have the heart to move as Alexa had finally gotten to sleep, sleep that she desperately needed. He carefully touched her forehead and was thankful that her fever had subsided.

His eyes kept straying from the show on the television down to watch Alexa fast asleep on his chest as his mind went back to earlier that night when he was out at the club getting hit on. He had no regrets leaving the club to come here and look after her. Where he was, was right where he wanted to be.

The sound of the door opening broke through his thoughts as he angled his head up to see who was walking into the apartment. Harry figured it was Alexa’s roommate coming home. Alexa frequently talked about her friend Alice, but he had yet to meet her.

Most of the lights were turned off so it was hard for Harry to see Alice walking further into the apartment. He heard her footsteps stop for a second and then became quieter as she came into Harry’s view. A woman that matched Alice’s description, a woman with lightly darker skin and shoulder length brown hair locked eyes with the prince and smiled warmly at him.

“Hello…” The women with a foreign accent knelt down to his level. “I’m Alice, Lexi’s flat mate.” She whispered her name as her eyes fell upon a sleeping Alexa. “You must be Harry.” Alice’s lips spread into a welcoming smile while her chocolate brown eyes locked in his own.

“I am. It’s nice to meet you, Alice.” Harry offered back and gently freed his hand from underneath Alexa to shake Alice’s. “Sorry to be meeting like this…” His eyes fell to the sleeping blonde in his arms.

“It’s quite alright. I didn’t know you were coming over, but if you came to look after Alexa, it’s all fine by me.” Alice’s look of concern grew. “How is she doing? I was worried about her before I left this evening.”

“She has no fever anymore and her breathing isn’t as hard.” Harry whispered as he looked down at Alexa again. “She finally fell asleep and I don’t want to move her. Is it alright that I stay with her here?” Harry did not want to overstep his welcome.

“Of course! No need to worry about that.” Alice nodded quickly. “You are welcome here anytime. But, let’s keep this little introduction to ourselves until she wants us to officially meet, ok?” Alice winked as she stood up.

“As far as I know, we never met before.” Harry muttered in agreement.

“Can I get you anything before I head to bed?” Alice was extremely kind and sweet “Water? A beer? Food?” Harry could see how Alexa and her were friends.

“I’m ok, thanks Alice.” He smiled back up at Alexa’s roommate.

“Goodnight, Harry.” Her accent became very evident again as he racked his mind trying to figure out where she was from. “Take care of my girl.”

———————

Harry woke up in Alexa’s bed alone, as the spot where she had laid beside him all night long was now vacant. He had moved her in the middle of the night back to her own bed so they both could get some proper sleep. Tossing back the covers, he jumped out of bed and put on some clothes having a feeling that Alexa’s roommate that he had met last night was still around.

In the distance he could hear voices coming from out her bedroom knowing that one of those voices belonged to Alexa. The prince quietly walked out of her bedroom down the hall, but he halted his footsteps once he heard her name come out of Alexa’s lips.

“I want you to meet Harry… but I didn’t expect him to come over last night and stay.” Alexa breathed out. “He was supposed to be with his friends, but he came here to look after me instead.”

“Seriously? That is the sweetest thing ever!” Alice gushed. “I know this was not how you wanted us to meet, but I don’t want him to think he can’t come over because of me. This is both of our homes and I want you to feel comfortable spending time with him here.”

Harry already got the vibe that Alice was a pretty close friend of Alexa’s and they seemed to get along well. While silently listening in on their conversation, his eyes were drawn to framed pictures that were displayed seemingly to be taken by a professional photographer. Some were of families, some of children and some were  nature themed.

“I know… we just haven’t really talked about meeting each other’s friends yet.” Alexa looked up and stared into Alice’s eyes. “But, I want you two to meet each other and get along well. It’s important to me that you do.”

“Then go get his ass out of bed!” Alice encouraged her roommate.

Harry tip toed quietly back towards Alexa’s room and pretended that he was finishing getting dressed when he looked up at a set of blue eyes staring at him with an apprehensive look.

“Morning babe.” He smiled as Alexa took a few steps to sit down on the bed beside him.

“Morning…” She leaned in and kissed him on the lips while wrapping her arm around his.

“You look better today, feeling well?” He pressed the back of his hand against her forehead checking to see if her fever had stayed away.

“It’s all thanks to you and that chicken noodle soup!” Alexa lightly giggled and grasped his hand tenderly. “Thank you for coming over and taking care of me. It meant a lot to me that you did, Harry.”

“Well, I wanted to spend time with my girl.” He found Alexa’s lips one more time having missed his chance kissing them yesterday to avoid catching her sickness.

Alexa grew quiet as she silently stared up at her boyfriend. “I want you to meet my roommate, Alice.” A sweet smile formed on her lips. “I know we haven’t talked much about introducing our friends, but… she’s here and you are here…” Alexa kept talking as if she was trying to convince herself it was a good idea instead of Harry.

“I’d love too.” Harry smiled warmly and instantly put Alexa’s mind at ease.

“Really?” Alexa was smiling up at the prince. “You sure?”

“Why wouldn’t I want to know your friends?” Harry tried to reassure Alexa. “It’s part of getting to know you and your life.” He was also very curious as to where Alice was from.

Alexa stood up and reached her hand out for Harry to follow her. “Come meet her then.” Alexa lightly grasped the prince’s hand, giving it a tug to pull him up off the bed.

While walking towards the kitchen, Harry’s eyes caught sight of the pictures again. He gave Alexa’s hand a light tug to get her attention as he stared up at them, analyzing them as if it was his first time seeing them. “Wow… these pictures are amazing. Who took them?” His blue eyes scanned through them again while Alexa joined his side.

“I did.” Alexa’s lips curved up into a smile as she looked through the group of images.

“You did?” Harry was shocked; he had no idea that Alexa was into photography. His blue eyes tore away to see Alexa nodding slowly. “You never mentioned that you are quite the talented photographer.”

She simply shrugged her shoulders at his comment. “It’s a hobby of mine that I do when I have some free time. I like being able to capture memories as the ones you really want to remember don’t seem to last long… but pictures tend to keep that memory a bit more alive.” Alexa turned her head to lock eyes with the prince before she took a step closer towards him to explain the pictures further.

“This one here…” She pointed to what appeared to be a family photo. “Is of my dad’s side of the family.” Alexa pointed out her father and her grandmother to Harry then moved onto a picture with a little bench over looking a small lake. “This one is –”

“Rosie’s bench.” Harry interrupted the blonde.

“Yeah…” Alexa angled her head and smiled at the picture. “I want to take you there some day.”

“I’d love to go with you.” Harry smiled down at his girlfriend who remained silently staring up into his blue eyes. “Do you have a picture of her?” The curious side of him came out.

“Yes, but that is for another time.” Alexa started to walk backwards while holding the prince’s hand and continued to lead him down the hall towards the smell of fresh baking.

“It smells amazing in here!” The aroma filled the prince’s nostrils as they entered the kitchen to find Alice pulling out freshly baked blueberry scones from the oven.

“Well good morning!” Alice’s face lit up seeing the couple come into the kitchen hand in hand. “You must be Harry!” She put down the oven mitt and rounded the counter to greet the prince officially.

“Harry, this is my roommate and scone baker extraordinaire, Alice.” Alexa looked up at Harry to see a warm welcoming smile grace his lips as he was about to shake Alice’s hand.

“Sorry, Harry I am a hugger!” Alice pulled the prince into a friendly hug. “It’s so nice to finally meet the man behind the name!”

Harry laughed lightly and squeezed Alice’s frame. “Well, it’s certainly my pleasure to meet you, Alice.” Alice gave Alexa a looked and winked while still caught in a hug with Harry. Alexa simply rolled her eyes at Alice’s gesture and shook her head.

“Would you two like some scones?! I baked them fresh myself this morning.” Alice offered kindly to the couple.

“I would love one!” Harry rubbed his stomach feeling it grumble.

“They are sooo good!” Alexa assured the prince as Alice plated a few for the couple. “Why don’t we have them outside? It’s so gorgeous out already this morning.”

Harry followed the girls outside to their little ground floor private patio that was lined along an old brick building with little potted plants and a few lounge couches complete with a small eating nook. It was the perfect little getaway outside that the girls apparently used quite often in the warm summer evenings.

“So, Alice I have been trying to figure out your accent, but I can’t seem to place it.” Harry’s inquisitive nature took over as he took a bite into the blueberry scone and felt it melt in his mouth. “Oh this is really good!”

Alexa nodded her head. “I told you they are really the best. I keep saying that Alice was a baker in her previous life.”

Alice barked a laugh. “Well if my lawyer career somehow does not work out for me at least I know I can make a living off some blueberry scones!” Alice smiled seeing Harry and Alexa finally together in person. It was cute to see how they reacted with one another as Alexa had been quite hush hush about the whole relationship.

“To answer your question Harry, my mother is South African and my father is Swedish so I have a mixed accent. It’s predominantly Swedish as I did live with my father for most of my life.” Alice continued to tell her story while an intrigued Harry listen with Alexa by his side.

“When did you move over here? How did you two meet?” The prince wanted to be polite and learn more about Alexa’s friend.

“I moved here when I was eighteen and went to university in Bath with Alexa.” Alice smiled at the memory of meeting Alexa. “We weren’t dorm mates but we did stay in

the same building and one holiday I could not fly back to be with my family and Alexa saw me studying in the common rooms and asked why I wasn’t heading home.” Harry’s gaze found Alexa’s as they listened to Alice talk.

“When Alexa found out I was going to be alone for the holidays she forced me to pack a bag and come home with her to spend it with her family. Ever since then we have just gotten along so well and I could not ask for a better friend!” Alice praised Alexa with her kindness.

Harry really was not that surprised that Alexa had done that. It was simply who she was; helping anyone out when they needed it without a second thought or wondering what she would get in return. Alexa’s kindness towards everyone was one of her qualities that attracted Harry to her.

Alexa leaned her head against Harry’s shoulder and snuggled into him. “I could not on my good conscience leave you there for the weekend. Plus, my family loves you like their own.”

“Ahh, Harry you will find that the Grey family is seriously the best! They are so welcoming and kind to everyone.” Alice started to laugh. “Unless you are the person dating the baby in their family!” She warned the prince.

Alexa could not help but join in on Alice’s laughter after seeing Harry’s wide eyed nervous expression form from Alice’s warning. It was in fact very true what Alice spoke. Harry could feel Alexa’s hand rubbing up and down his back reassuringly as she tried to set his mind at ease that they were really not that bad.

“They are just….” Alexa paused and looked up to find the right word to explain it all. “Over protective of me.”

“Well great.” Harry laughed nervously at the thought of meeting her family.

“Well, it has been a pleasure meeting you Harry and I can tell how happy you make my friend. But, I do have to get going and meet up with Jay soon. He’s only in the city for a few days so you will have the place all to your self!” Alice stood up and started to gather up their empty plates.

Alexa put her hand out to stop her. “No, no. We can clean up! You go pack and see your man. I know you don’t get a lot of time together.”

“Are you sure?” Alice hesitated. “I wish I could stay…”

“Alice, go it’s alright.” It was Harry’s turn to reassure her.

“Ok, ok!” Alice smiled graciously. “Thank you guys! We will have to do this again soon!”

“Yes!” Alexa was quick to answer. “Maybe next time with Jay?”

“He would love that I am sure! Are you a rugby fan, Harry?” Alice asked the prince while pushing in her chair.

“Yeah, I am quite the fan of the sport.” Harry chuckled.

“Well, Jay is a die hard. Maybe we can meet up for drinks at watch a game at the bar down the road?” Alice looked towards Alexa who was already nodding her reply.

“Sounds great, Alice!”

———————

Harry was holding onto Alexa’s hand tightly while walking beside her down the path in a park nearby her flat. She wanted to take Peanut out for a quick walk and the couple decided to make an outing of it. Harry had pulled on a cap with sunglasses to remain a bit conspicuous while being amongst the public, but he enjoyed being able to be out with his girlfriend so casually.

Alexa was quietly walking beside the prince as her mind was going in all sorts of directions. That morning Alexa had received a message from her boss, Grace, that the Duchess of Cambridge would officially be announcing becoming a patron of Guardian. To be quite honest, Alexa had almost forgotten about the whole thing, but now it was consuming her mind.

“Babe?” Harry had observed Alexa’s quiet demeanor being on front display throughout their whole walk. He took his sunglasses off so she could look the prince straight in the eyes. Her blue eyes peaked up at him waiting for him to continue.

“You ok? You have hardly spoken a word since we left.” He rubbed the back of her hand with his thumb. Hearing Alexa release a deep sigh confirmed his suspicions that something definitely was on her mind. “Talk to me…” Harry tried to encourage her to confide in him.

“I got an email from my boss that there will be an announcement on Monday that Kate will be patron of Guardian.” Alexa bit down on her lower lip as she trailed off and let the words sink in.

“And? How do you feel about that?” Harry could sense her hesitation in continuing on the subject knowing that it involved his sister in law.

Alexa shrugged her shoulders as if she was trying to down playing it all. “I’m ok with that. She seems lovely and was quite interested in the work we do there. I know it will help a lot of the people there as well. But, she’s your sister in law.”

Harry nodded his head slowly in silence as he felt Alexa’s body become more relaxed as she talked about what was plaguing her mind. “Is that the real issue? Or is it the fact that Eugenie told you they would announce you being her maid of honor within the next few weeks? And if Kate becomes patron of where you work….” Harry trailed off as he felt Alexa’s eyes staring up at him.

He glanced down to see her beautiful blue eyes start to fill with concern. Well if she had not been thinking of that before hand, Alexa was now.

“I…. I didn’t think about that honestly.” She lowered her head down towards the path.

The prince could feel the stress now tensing Alexa up. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to get you more worked up.” He felt awful for reminding Alexa of the upcoming release of the news that she would be the maid of honor in the next royal wedding.

“No, no.” Alexa took in a deep breath and grasped Harry’s forearm. “You see things differently being a royal and…” She shrugged her shoulders again while pausing. “I need to understand that side as well. I am only nervous about the whole thing. I don’t like all the attention on me and hope nothing comes of it.” Alexa laughed nervously trying to play it off.

It wouldn’t though and Harry knew that. There was always a profound interest in the wedding party of a royal wedding. He had seen it numerous times before hand and if the press got any hint that they were dating, things would only be worse on her. Harry was struggling internally in how honest he should be with Alexa. He wanted her not to worry about it and remain her care free bubbly self, but on the other hand she needed to be prepared for what could come.

“I can’t believe I won’t get to see you for two whole weeks.” Alexa angled her head to rest on the prince’s shoulder. As she reminded Harry that he would be gone on a training stint in the United States and a short few day tour, he felt it best not to stress her out even more.

“I know. It’s two weeks too long.” The prince smiled before leaning in to kiss Alexa’s temple. “I’m gonna miss you.”

“Aweeeee!” Alexa glanced up at Harry displaying an endearing smile. “I am going to miss you two babe.” She stood up taller and pressed her lips against his cheek.

“What are you going to do without me?!” Harry dramatically asked his girl.

“Sulk… send you a million texts… maybe have a few bottles of wine and act all woe is me my boyfriend isn’t here.” Alexa exaggeratedly pouted before she fell into a fit of giggles at Harry’s eye roll for her. “Harry… as much as I like you I do have friends and family outside of our little relationship.”

Harry turned his head down to lock in Alexa’s gaze. “Our little relationship?” He shook his head as he laughed. “Well, maybe I want to meet the people in your world outside of our little relationship.”

Alexa stopped in her tracks as the words Harry spoke hit her. Were things getting that serious between them? Was Harry saying he wanted to meet her family? Was she even ready for this?

“Stop that.” Harry squeezed Alexa’s hand to bring her mind out of her current state of worry. “ Do not doubt what this is between us.” The prince breathed out. “I am not saying that I want to meet your whole family and everything right this moment so you can stop stressing that things are going too fast.” He instantly reassured Alexa. “One day… I want that. But, meeting Alice has got me thinking that I want to meet more of the people in your life and introduce you to some in mine.”

His blue eyes looked down at her. “I want to know everything about your life, Alexa. In your own time and when you are ready to show me all that. But, personally I want you to meet my friends. I want them to know you and see how amazing my girlfriend is.”

The way Harry spoke brought her a sense of comfort knowing that he saw the potential future with Alexa and also mixed in with a certain level of understanding knowing that this was another step he wanted to take with her when she felt ready to. Harry’s understanding in that aspect of respecting how slow Alexa wanted things to be only added more internal security for her making her decision to move their relationship into the next phase that much easier on her.

“When you get back from the states we can plan on that?” Alexa smiled up at the prince fondly. “Thank you for just being so awesome and respectful about my concerns of taking things slow. It’s not that I don’t want to do those things… I just don’t…” Alexa struggled to find the words.

Harry gripped her hand and gave it a little tug to stop her walking. Alexa lifted her head up and locked in his gaze. “I am not him, Alexa.” His sincere words tugged at her heart strings. “I would never push you into doing something you don’t want to do. You are my girlfriend and I want certain people to know that.”

Alexa searched in his deep blue eyes for any hint of doubt, but she could not find any. He was honest in his spoken words that held no misconstrued intentions. They were not manipulative or caused her any pain like the man she had been with continually did. In that moment she felt completely able to put her trust in Harry knowing that he was not anywhere near the same man as her ex.

“I know, Harry.” Alexa wrapped her arms around Harry as he brushed away a stray strand of her blonde locks. “Thank you.”

“For what? Wanting to show the world who you are and how lucky I am?” Harry angled his head watching the small smile tug at the corner of Alexa’s lips. “You really do not know how amazing you are, do you?”

“I am only me.” Alexa laughed it off. “There is nothing special about who I am.”

Harry leant down without a word and captured her lips against his own. Alexa gripped his forearms tightly to maintain her balance as the prince eagerly devoured her lips. The couple breathlessly broke apart from the kiss. Alexa opened her eyes to find Harry’s staring straight through her eyes down to the depths of her soul. She felt exposed, vulnerable, but yet she liked the feeling of being able to be with Harry.

His warm hands cupped Alexa’s cool cheeks and held her gaze. “I see you, Alexa. I see how amazing you are and you are special to me. I want people to see what I see in you.” His blue eyes sparkled.

The way Harry was looking into her eyes nearly caused her melt. He was seeing Alexa for everything she was. Alexa was able to be her true self with Harry and that was enough for him.

“Don’t go away…” She quietly begged him not to as she placed her hands on his chest and looked down. “What if they announce it while you are gone?”

“It’s only two weeks. I will be back before you know it.” He pressed his lips against her forehead gently. “Want me to talk to Eugenie for you? I can ask her to wait until I get back.”

“No… it’s ok.” Her blue eyes avoided his gaze. “I will be ok.”

The prince pulled Alexa into a hug and wrapped his arms around her small frame. “You know, you could always come with me?!” Harry giggled. “You are small enough for me to pack you in my bag and haul you over my shoulder.”

“Ya ya Harry.” Alexa shook her head at the prince.

“Shall I show you if you don’t believe me?” A mischievous glint had formed in his eyes.

“Harry, no!” Alexa took a step back and held out her hand anticipating what the prince was going to do next. “Don’t you d- ”

Harry grabbed Alexa playfully and effortlessly hoisted his girlfriend over his shoulder as he chuckled away at her onslaught of protests. Peanut danced happily along beside the prince with her tongue sticking out.

“Harry! Put me down this instant!” Alexa ordered the prince, but her laugh contradicted her wishes.

“Nope! I am going to miss you too much so you are coming with me!” Harry tossed his head back in laughter and tapped her but with a playful swat.

“Did you just touch my but?!” Alexa tried to look over her shoulder but all she could feel was his head nodding a reply.

“I sure did and quite enjoyed it.” Harry joked.

“Uh huh.” Alexa rolled her eyes before coming up with her own plan. She moved her body further down his tall torso just long enough to firmly smack Harry’s ass hard to return the favor.

“Oooh this is a dangerous game you are playing there girly.” Harry gripped her legs securely. “You remember seeing this little pond straight ahead? Well maybe a little dunk in the water will help!”

“HARRY!” She screamed his name knowing that no one was around them. “You do that and I am surely taking you in there with me if it’s the last thing that I do!”

“PEANUT! Help momma!” Alexa tried to wiggle out of her boyfriend’s arms.

“Peanut can’t hear you, she’s deaf remember?” Harry was having way too much fun with Alexa as he tried his best to distract her from all the stresses that were on her mind. “Look! We are almost there!” He saw the pond in the distance, but Alexa did not know that. “Now would you like to go ass or head first in the water?”

Alexa started flailing her legs in every which way. “Henry Charles Albert David! You put me down right now or….”

“Or what, babe?” The prince egged her on.

“Or I won’t kiss you for as long as I want.” Alexa warned him with a threat. But, she was caught off guard when Harry slowly slid her body down safely to the ground.

“Really?” Alexa shook her head at the prince. “It only took me threatening not to kiss you to change your mind?” She looked up at the prince who was grinning from ear to ear.

“What can I say? I like kissing you Alexa.” Without a moment to waist Harry’s lips found Alexa’s and kissed with hard. She snaked her arm around his neck to pull him down harder on top of her as he deepened the kiss. Their dripping lips reluctantly broke apart as they stared into one another’s eyes.

Alexa’s smile grew as she stared into his deep blue eyes. Leaning her head in, she rested her forehead against Harry’s. “Two weeks?” She released a deep sigh.

“Two weeks and I am all yours again. I promise.”

[krreader]

friend or foe | chapter 1.

pairing: kim taehyung x reader fandom: bts ; twice ; shinee ; solo artists (sunmi) ; red velvet ; g-idle ; snsd warnings: non idol!au ; supernatural!au ; cult!au ; language ; kidnapping genre: angst ; mystery ; smut

summary: when you were younger, stories of vampires, demons and other monsters used to keep you up at night, until you grew up and realized none of them were real. that's what you continued to believe until you found yourself mixed up with a cult that had these same exact monsters as members and you weren't sure if you were going to be their next meal or if they had something else in mind for you..

a/n: honestly, I’ve been thinking so long about a story line for your request, but I’m currently working on a video with the idols named in this story as supernatural creatures, so I figured why not make something based of that. I tried to turn this into a one-shot, but I just have too many fucking ideas for it, so I kinda just gave up and decided to turn it into a multi-chaptered fic lol. don’t kill me pls, have another fic (also, I hinted at what kind of supernatural creatures some of them are, so if you figure them out, you go babe, but I’ll explain them all soon!)(masterlist is in my bio)

“It's just a party, (Y/N). I'm not trying to drag you into a cult,” your friend chuckled on the other end of the phone, “I just want us to go out, have fun, dance, then go back home.”

“No, you want me to drive your drunk ass back home later tonight,” you rolled your eyes, “Listen, I'll pick you up, okay? But I don't want to go to that party. I don't even know anyone there.”

“But that's the thing, isn't it? You can get to know people there. You know I never judge you for rather staying at home and studying, but you really should enjoy yourself every once in a while. I'm not talking about drinking, I'm not talking about making out with boys, I'm talking about you and me dancing until our feet hurt. I'm talking about you and me laughing about people making fools out of themselves. I'm talking about girls time.”

Maybe she had a point, but you were just so comfortable in your little bubble that you had created. At least there was zero chance for you to get hurt, drugged or worse, because you just never really left home at night.

But if you're driving.. and your friend would be with you.. well.

“Okay, but not for too long, alright? I don't want to feel dead tomorrow morning.”

“Perfect! How about you pick me up at 10? I feel like that would be a good time..”

“Alright.”

Yes, you regretted it the second you ended the call and yes, you wanted to cancel the closer 10 PM approached, but there was also that other part of you that yearned for something more than Netflix and popcorn. 

Maybe it would be fun. Maybe you'd meet new friends. Maybe there would be people like you who were dragged to that party against their will. Or maybe there would be a cute guy that shows an interest in you.. you haven't been on a date in ages anyways. Maybe this would be better than expected.

And so at exactly 10 PM, you texted your friend that you were waiting in front of her house, smiling at her when she ran towards you with her heels that were way too high and would hurt her feet in less than two hours.

“Heeey, you ready to party?” she sung happily.

“I'm not sure, to be honest,” you laughed and waited for her to put her seat belt on before driving towards the location she had sent you beforehand, “But I'm ready to give it a try.”

“Honestly, I'm so happy you're doing this with me. I'm so excited for us just having a fun girls night,” she grabbed your hand and beamed at you, “Maybe you'll meet the love of your life tonight.”

“Or maybe you will.”

“Nah, I'm good. I don't want a guy right now. I told you. Tonight is our night.”

Yeah, well that's what she had said in the car.

But after a few shots and a hot guy that was attracted to her, she was making out with him on the couch and you were standing somewhere at the side and watching her with a heavy sigh.

“So much for tonight is our night,” you muttered.

“It could be,” a voice from your right made you jump, but then smile shyly when you saw how handsome the guy was that had just said it, “Sorry. I didn't mean to scare you.”

“No, that's okay..”

Honestly, he was looking like a god, even in this horrible lighting. His hair was dyed blonde, his eyes so dark that you almost thought they were black for a moment. And even if they held something dangerous inside of them, you couldn't help but feel at ease around him. Maybe it was that smile of his that made you believe he wasn't someone to be scared of. That made you let down your guard without even knowing a single thing about him yet.

“I'm Taehyung, by the way,” he held out his hand with a confident look on his face, but not an arrogant one.

“(Y/N),” you shook it, still staring at his face like you didn’t quite believe someone like him existed. Yet, you tried to play it cool, “Are you here on your own?”

“No, with a couple of friends. But I have no clue where they went,” he laughed.

“Well, at least your friend is not making out with a guy right in front of you, even though she promised this to be girls night.”

“Well, I never had a girls night, but if I had and my friend would dump me like this, I'd be furious,” he buried his hands in his pockets, a sympathetic look now on his face.

It was only then that you noticed his style.

He was seriously overdressed for this shitty party. For fuck's sake, he was wearing a suit. And an expensive one at that.

“How did you find your way here? You don't seem to look like a broke college student who can't afford good alcohol so that he has to come to these shitty parties.”

Taehyung's mouth curled into a smile, “My friends, they.. wanted to come here. They like these kind of parties. They like being with people like this.”

“People like.. this?” you nodded towards a guy and a girl on the dance floor, the guy literally dry humping her in front of everyone and the girl trying to twerk, everyone around them laughing and cheering them on, while you just raised your eyebrows at how stupid it looked.

“Exactly. They're.. fun,” it was like he was trying to choose his words carefully. You noticed, but didn't think anything more of it. Why should you? “And you? Your friend dragged you here then?”

“Under false promises, yes,” you sighed, “She also promised to go home soon, but I feel like she's not going home with me tonight,” from the way these two were looking at each other, this screamed like a random hook-up. And you didn't want to be the person to tell her no. If she wanted to randomly sleep with men, that was her decision. She was old enough to make it herself.

“Maybe you should find new friends. Friends that won't disappoint you in the end.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, then started laughing, “As much as I hate what she's doing right now, I'm not mad at her or anything. I knew this was going to happen. It always does with her.”

“And yet you still came.. why?”

“Maybe fate wanted me to come today,” oh, smooth (Y/N). Especially with that smile you showed him.

And Taehyung seemed to think so as well as he showed you a flirty smile in return.

“Maybe it did.”

Both of you were so focused on each other for a moment, just staring into the other one's eyes, that you didn't even notice your friend and the guy leaving. Thankfully she was smart enough to text you and tell you that she and him took a cab to his place, so that meant you were free to go at any time..

..if that's what you wanted.

“Ah, there are my friends.. tell me, would you like to meet them? Or would you rather go home?”

Listen, he was the most attractive man you've met in a very long time and even if your body told you to say no and just go home, your mind, brain and vagina told you to go for it.

This was a once in a lifetime chance and you wouldn’t waste it.

“I'd love to meet them,” you smiled.

And so a moment later you were standing in front of two girls and one guy, all of them equally as beautiful as Taehyung was.

God, who the fuck were these people?!

“(Y/N), these are my friends. Tzuyu, Taemin and Sunmi. Guys, this is (Y/N).”

All three of them immediately smiled at you, but with this underlying glint that made you believe they knew something you didn't. But yet again, you shrugged it off and told yourself you were imagining things.

Because, again, why would you think otherwise?

“Are you enjoying the party, (Y/N)?” the girl that was introduced to you as Sunmi asked.

“Well, it's not what I imagined, but..-” you glanced at Taehyung, that small smile still on your face, “It turned out better than expected.”

“Looks like it,” Tzuyu muttered, all three of Taehyung's friends grinning as they watched you two stare at each other, “Anyways, Taemin and Sunmi had their fun.. do you want to stay here or go somewhere else?”

“I don't know.. what did you have in mind?” Taehyung asked.

“Home. It looks like we found what we came here for, right?”

“You came here for something?” you laughed, “Like what? Stinking college students and filled condoms lying on the bathroom floor?”

“I got rid of mine,” Taemin shrugged, as Sunmi looked at him disapprovingly.

“We came here for someone special, (Y/N). We've been looking for this person for a long time,” Taehyung explained.

“Oh god, that sounds.. weird. Are you like talent scouts? You most certainly look like it. How come your skin is so perfect, if I may ask?” you narrowed your eyes at them, looking at their complexions in the dim light that was provided here.

All four of them chuckled at your compliment.

“We're special, I guess,” Sunmi grinned.

“So what's it going to be, boss?” Taemin asked, blowing a bubble with his gum, “Home?”

“Home,” Taehyung smiled at you once again, “Don't be afraid, okay?”

“Afraid? Afraid of..-”

“Tzuyu,” Taehyung suddenly said, making it sound a lot like he was ordering her to do.. something.

“My pleasure.”

And the next think you knew was you feeling dizzy and then blacking out.

“I told you to be careful,” a female voice said, fingers gently being brushed over your face. And the first thing you saw when your eyelids fluttered open was a girl smiling brightly at you, “Hey, beautiful. Sorry, my friend overdid it a bit with the spell. But you're okay. I made sure of that. You can call me Yerim, if you want.”

Even though she gave off a pure vibe, you couldn't help but sit up in shock and slide backwards, remembering what last happened.

The party. Your friend leaving. Taehyung. Him telling you not to be afraid.. and then.. darkness.

“Where..- where am I?”

“Home,” she replied, “Well.. our home. But from now on, it's also going to be your home,” she beamed.

This is it.

One time at a party and you've been kidnapped.

That's exactly why you never left the house, for god's sake.

“Please..- please, just let me go,” you said, tears already welling up in your eyes and threatening to fall.

“No, sweetheart, don't be afraid,” she knelt down in front of you, “We won't hurt you, I promise. We actually just.. need you. Well, in a way, you need us as well. So we need each other.”

“No. No, I don't need you. I just need to go,” maybe it was the fact that she was so kind to you that made you think you could persuade her.

But as kind as Yeri was, letting you go wasn’t something she could, nor wanted to do.

“Is this her?” all of a sudden, a girl crouched down next to you. And you were sure that she hadn't been there a moment ago, “Oh, she's pretty.”

“Yuqi,” Yerim sighed disapprovingly, “Get out of here.”

“Fine. But the boss is on his way,” she shrugged. And then she was suddenly gone again.

Like a ghost.

And you screamed.

What the hell was this? Where were you? And who the hell were those people?

“I'm sure you have questions, (Y/N),” Taehyung, the same guy that you thought was a nice and handsome guy, entered the room you were in, still looking exactly same. Only that now, he was the guy that kidnapped you. And that turned him into the bad guy right away, “And I promise you I will answer all of them.”

“I don't have questions. I just want to leave!”

“You want to leave now. But once you understand what this is, who we are and who you are..” he crouched down in front of you, a soft smile on his face, “You will never want to leave again. I promise.”

Yeah.. you doubted that very much.

“Listen, I don’t know what sick game you are playing here, or who the fuck you guys are with your magic tricks, but I don’t have anything I can offer you.”

“Wait.. you don’t even know you have powers?” Taemin asked, him and the other two that were at the party as well now being in the same room.

“What powers? What the fuck are you guys on?” fear turned into confusion. Or maybe it was a mixture of both.. probably that.

Taehyung hadn’t actually wanted to do this here in front of everyone, but he doubted he could get them all to leave. So what he did instead, was pull up a chair and sit down with his legs crossed, his entire posture screaming confidence once again.

“Do you remember a lot about your past, (Y/N)?”

“My.. past?” yeah, scratch that, it was definitely confusion, “What does that have to do with anything?”

“See, I don’t think you do,” Taehyung cocked his head to the side and watched you very carefully, “I think that you think you know about your past. About a happy family and a happy life, but the more you focus on it and really, really think about it, the more you’ll start to realize that you can’t actually remember any of it happening. It’s like that past is a dream.. isn’t it?”

That shocked you.

Because that was actually one of your biggest secrets. The fact that you sometimes doubted your own existence.

You figured it was just an existential crisis like all people your age had, but they at least remembered their past. Whereas you just felt like you did..

“How do you know that?” you asked, your voice weak.

“Because I know you better than you think,” he leaned forward a little, “Do you really think our encounter tonight was an accident? No.. no, (Y/N), we’ve been trying to find you for a long time. Because you are what we need. And we are what you need.”

“You keep saying that, but I don’t know what that means. For all I know, you could mean that you need a sex slave!”

“I wouldn’t mind that, actually,” Taemin chimed in, but to your surprise Sunmi hit the back of his head and told him to shut up before she sucked out his blood..

..which was.. an odd way of threatening somebody.

“(Y/N) you are so powerful,” Yerim, the kind and sweet girl that you actually liked the most out of all of them knelt down next to you again and smiled, “You don’t know it because you don’t remember where you actually came from.. you’re not ordinary like the others.. you are special.”

“She’s right,” Tzuyu walked closer until she stood next to Taehyung.

And the next thing she did made your eyes widen. Suddenly a cloud of stars appeared when she raised her hands.

The galaxy.

“How.. are you doing that?”

But she didn’t care to explain that.

Instead, she explained the following: “The Milky Way isn’t the only galaxy, but it’s a very powerful one. One that has a lot of resources that people like us can use if we unite,” she waved her hands around a couple of times until another galaxy appeared, “But as strong as we are now, we need leaders. We have Taehyung, one of the strongest this world has ever seen.. but we need someone else.. a woman. And that’s where you come in, (Y/N). Do you know this galaxy?”

“No,” you couldn’t follow anything she was saying, still amazed by the fact that she could apparently do magic. Or maybe you were on drugs..

“It’s the Andromeda galaxy. A galaxy that humanity barely knows anything about. But trust me when I say, it’s easily as powerful as the Milky Way,” another wave of her hand and suddenly a thousand stars appeared in the room all around you. Your mouth dropped, not just by that trick, but by the beauty the room now held, “(Y/A) years ago, a goddess was born in the Andromeda galaxy. One that was destined to rule, just like her parents had ruled the galaxy before her. However there was a war going on in her galaxy. A war between those with supernatural powers and those without them. The parents of the goddess were cocky.. they thought they could easily win this war.. but they were wrong. The father died and the last thing the mother managed to do was get the goddess to another galaxy with the help of an old friend of hers. She sent the baby to the Milky Way in hopes of her child one day being able to return to the Andromeda galaxy and taking her place as the rightful ruler. But it wasn’t a coincidence that she sent the baby to the Milky Way. A prophecy from her galaxy aforesaid that a god of the Milky Way and a goddess of Andromeda would one day rule over the entire universe. It would be them and their army, being either rightful and just leaders, or destructive ones. At the end, that would be up to the god and goddess,” with one final wave of her hand Tzuyu turned the thousand of stars into a face.

A face formed out of stars..

..your face.

“You are that goddess, (Y/N). You came here (Y/A) years ago, that’s why your memories seem to be fake. It’s because they are. The person you came here with was assigned to give you these fake memories until you were old enough to understand and comprehend your position. And I know this all seems a bit much, but..-” Tzuyu turned to the door, “Maybe you trust her more than you trust us.”

The door got opened and even though you had trouble looking away from your face made of stars, you eventually did turn your head when a familiar voice said: “Hello, little sister.”

You couldn’t believe it, seriously, but you squinted to see if it really was her, before you let out: “Yoona?”

[darriness]

Fic - Like You Wanna Be Loved 2/16

Author: darriness

Word Count: 1780

Summary: Learning more about the new kid

Author’s Note: I forgot I had to do chapter summaries...the summaries may not be stellar lol Thank you to my beta @darrenismydarcy!

AO3 Link

Blaine adjusts the strap over his shoulder as he stares at the signup sheet in front of him. He’s had a lot of ‘new experiences’ today and he’s not sure he wants to add one more to the list but...glee club.

It’s like a pull in his chest. He feels the ache of having to leave the Warblers every day and while he knows joining the New Directions won’t necessarily fill that void, it’s a pull he can’t ignore.

He writes his name in his neat script before he loses his nerve, looking around the crowded hallway as if expecting someone to jump out and scream ‘Ha! That signup is for everyone BUT you’. That doesn’t happen of course, the general populous of the school passing him by like he’s furniture.

He’s actually okay with that. He prefers to be part of the furniture (well ON the furniture if you ask his Dalton friends, but that was a different story… a different time) and would rather no one look at him. Which is why this morning in homeroom had been so unnerving.

He’s the new kid, he’d expected a fair amount of eyes on him the first day (hell the first week at least) but he hadn’t expected THOSE eyes on him.

They were blue but that didn’t even begin to describe them. ‘Blue’ felt like a wholly inadequate adjective but Blaine’s brain failed to supply any other options. His brain did provide two other thoughts though. One being that he wanted those eyes on him again. The other being he couldn’t afford to have those, or any other eyes, on him for too long.

With a sigh, Blaine backs away from the signup sheet, staring at it like he may at any moment scratch his name off, before shaking his head sharply and walking briskly away. He can have this one thing. He’s going to allow himself this one thing.

-- -- --

Kurt settles in his usual chair in the choir room, smiling and waving at Tina who he hasn’t seen for the last month - she had been in Florida with her family for the second half of the summer.

“Good summer, Kurt?” She asks.

Kurt nods, “It was, despite the scenery.” He gestures with his hand as if to encompass the whole of Lima, Ohio.

Tina giggles as Mike comes and sits next to her and more glee club members file into the room, “Well this time next year you’ll leave this town in the dust behind you.”

“One way or another.” Kurt nods with a smile as Mr. Schuester enters the room with a clap to get everyone’s attention.

“Welcome back, guys!” He exclaims, spreading his arms out to his sides with a smile, “I’m so excited to get this year started! First up…”

Rachel raises her hand swiftly from the front row, causing their teacher’s words to die on his lips as she interrupts, “Mr. Schue, I just wanted to say that as a senior, I am more than ready to take on a leadership role this year including, but not limited to solos, mentoring, and vocal training for our less gifted members.”

“Berry, if you weren’t here to be an annoying fly in the front row I’d think I was in the wrong choir room.” Santana snarks from the back row.

Rachel turns with an indignant huff and Kurt can see Mr. Schuester’s eyes roll ever so slightly. While Kurt doesn’t always agree with their fearless (okay usually scared shitless) leader, he can’t help but want to echo his annoyance, “Thank you, Rachel, for your enthusiasm. As always.” Mr. Schue smiles and Rachel smiles back before their teacher readdresses the group, “But as I was saying - first up are auditions for new members! We have…” He looks quickly at the sheet and Kurt notices his face fall at what he sees, “...just one auditionee. A Blaine Anderson.”

He says it to the group, as if to call up the boy, but it’s clear to everyone in the room that there is no new person amongst them. Everyone in the room is familiar and Kurt can even see Brittany pointing softly at each person in the room and then at herself with a vaguely confused expression.

Kurt’s not surprised by the lack of interest, he’s sure none of them are, despite Mr. Shue’s reaction. He’s not even all that surprised by the no-show candidate. The boy is probably a freshman who signed up out of overeagerness before learning throughout the day about how totally uncool it is to actually be in glee club.

Mr. Schue coughs awkwardly, and lays the clipboard on the piano before turning to the group with a tight smile, “Well I guess we can start working on…”

“I’m so sorry! Am I too late?” Mr. Shue is once again interrupted by a voice and Kurt turns in its direction to find the boy from this morning making his way into the room.

He’s out of breath and his cheeks are pink and Kurt immediately feels his senses sharpen. He sits a little straighter, crosses his legs a little more primly, and tucks his hands between his thighs. He licks his lips and then bites them together to keep what he knows would be a goofy smile off his face. My god, he doesn’t even know this boy’s name.

Well he does now. It’s Blaine Anderson apparently. But that’s all he knows. How is it possible to feel what he’s feeling when he literally knows nothing else of any significance about the boy?

“Of course not!” Mr. Shue enthuses, overly brightly, “Welcome! We’re glad to have you. Are you prepared to audition now or do you need a few minutes?”

Blaine puts his bag down and fidgets with his outfit before shaking his head, “I’m good to go now.” He says with a smile and Mr. Shue gestures for him to take the ‘stage’ before moving to sit in the front row beside Finn.

Objectively, Kurt has to admit that Blaine is an amazing singer. As he belts out a perfect version of End of the Road by Boyz II Men, Kurt is captivated by the tone and emotion, and he’s sure if he were able to look around the room and not just stare at Blaine, his classmates would be having similar reactions.

Blaine ends the song with a shy smile and shrug as the room erupts in applause around him. Mr. Schue gets up and moves next to Blaine, clapping the boy on the shoulder and addressing the room, “Well, it looks like we have a new member guys!” He says with a smile, “Feel free to grab a seat, Blaine, and we can get started.”

There are many empty seats available in the room, as there always are, and Blaine chooses one in the middle row in front of Kurt, just to his left. Kurt won’t admit to being a little upset that Blaine hadn’t taken the empty seat next to him but he tries to tell himself he’s being silly. Social etiquette dictates that Blaine would take the seat with as much space between himself and the people around him who are virtual strangers to him.

Kurt keeps an eye on the boy as rehearsal continues. He tries to do it slyly and without letting on that he’s watching him, but if the looks Mercedes keeps sending him are anything to go by, he’s not doing a very good job. Blaine comes across as charismatic and friendly, if a little reserved. He has no problem following instructions when asked to sing a part of a song or do choreography, but he doesn’t immediately volunteer and stays in the background until called upon.

This behaviour isn’t strange of course, just like the seat picking, but Kurt finds himself wanting to catalogue all things ‘Blaine’.

As rehearsal ends, the group goes to the risers to grab their bags and Kurt has an internal debate with himself on whether he should talk to Blaine or not. Maybe he could ask him to come to the Lima Bean after rehearsal. Not in a date sort of way! But in a ‘I really want to get to know you and hopefully you’re gay and maybe you’ll end up liking me back but this isn’t a date’ kind of way. He’s sure he can get Mercedes and Tina to come along and probably Finn and Rachel too if they aren’t busy trying to figure out the status of their ridiculous relationship.

He’s just decided he’s courageous enough to ask when he turns to find Rachel talking to Blaine. He moves down the risers and catches their conversation as he gets closer.

“...would be beneficial for us to get to know each other better.” Rachel is saying and Kurt rolls his eyes to himself. Of course Rachel is trying to become buddy buddy with Blaine - might as well scope out the competition early on.

Blaine smiles, “That sounds great, Rachel.” He says politely, adjusting his bag higher on his shoulder.

“Are you free now? We could go to the Lima Bean for coffee? Finn and I were going to head over.” Rachel says.

“We were?” Finn asks, confused.

Bitch is stealing my invitation! Kurt thinks bitterly, glaring at his best friend. Though, he figures he could probably score an invite to the Lima Bean too, so in the end Rachel’s probably doing him a favour...but still.

Blaine grimaces slightly, “I wish I could but I have to go pick up my little sister.” He says.

Has a sister. Kurt mentally adds to his ‘Blaine’ list, followed immediately by, Cares enough about his sister to pick her up.

Rachel pouts, not used to not getting her way, “Well maybe tomorrow!” She enthuses.

Blaine coughs, awkwardly, and shifts on his feet slightly, “Yeah. Maybe.” He says and Rachel seems appeased but Kurt can’t help but feel like it’s a brush off. He cocks his head to the side and observes Blaine for a moment as he waves at Rachel and Finn and begins to leave the classroom.

He gets not really wanting to deal with Rachel’s over exuberance, but to shut down a gesture of friendship as the new kid? That seems odd.

Kurt is shaken from his musings when Finn calls his name, “Hey Kurt, apparently we’re going to the Lima Bean.” He calls from across the room.

Rachel huffs, “We weren’t actually going to the Lima Bean!” She huffs and stalks away as Finn’s brow furrows.

“Well then why did you say we were?” He calls after her.

Kurt chuckles and shakes his head. This should be an interesting year.

[365daysofsasuhina]

[ 365 Days of SasuHina || Day One Hundred Eighty: Dowsing ] [ Uchiha Sasuke, Hyūga Hinata, Uchiha Itachi ] [ SasuHina ] [ Verse:Divine Light ] [ AO3 Link ]

None of them, when they hatched this ridiculous plot, ever claimed to be a learned adventurer or traveler. Sasuke and Itachi had lived in one of the major cities when boys, forced to flee when civil war broke out. They then lived in a forest home. And while Sasuke took a few beast-hunting contracts, they never took him very far. Hinata, too, was a child of a city: one by the southern seas. But her family’s fleeing also took them to a secluded home, and her father - too paranoid of being attacked by el’kor - rarely let either of his daughters leave. And the light mage, the unofficial leader of their expedition, may have been well-traveled when younger, but...well, she was young. And kept hidden by her two teenage caretakers. A lux mage, after all, was - and still is - a rare thing...and there were fears she’d be taken...or worse.

So, when their journey leaves them with empty waterskins and no immediately viable water source...none of them are even remotely prepared.

“Can’t you just...make water?” Sasuke asks as they check the rest of their provisions. They’re currently astride a large plain, with no signs of water anywhere.

Hinata, to whom the question was directed as a water mage, give him a cool glance. “I can’t make water, no. No mage makes their element.”

“I make fire.”

“No...you control it. Fire is just heat. You use your energy - your ven - to control heat, which can take the shape of fire,” the lux mage cuts in. “Ven is not your element - it is energy that is specifically...tuned for an element. Which is why you cannot control water as Hinata does, nor could she control fire as you do. When you wield an element, you use your energy to manipulate it to your will. Just as I manipulate the body when I heal. I feed it energy, and it uses that energy to speed up what would naturally be its healing process. Of course...other things require more...interference on my part, but that is the gist.”

Sasuke contemplates that a moment. While he’s never been officially taught about ven, just what his parents have described, he’s never made that connection. Fire, he supposes, is a bit...unique that way.

“There’s water in the air,” Hinata notes, “but it would take far too much energy to gather enough to make a difference.”

“...what about the earth?” Itachi pipes up. “Is there not water beneath the surface?”

“There is...but depending on how far down it is, it would be just as taxing,” Hinata explains. “Water is a heavy element, as is earth...it takes a lot of energy to move it straight up, especially through the ground. If we had a terra mage, it would be easier…”

“Well...isn’t terra also a child of tenebris?” Sasuke muses. “Just like igni and aer are both children of lux? Wouldn’t you have the best chance of all of us to move it?”

“I...guess I would. But then I’d have to do both, and it would be even more taxing.”

A thoughtful hand at her chin, the lux mage seems to try to come up with a plan. “...what if you were to dowse for it?”

“Dowse…?”

“It is an old technique the el’kor use to find water. A strange method that uses a split stick to locate water close to the surface. But...perhaps rather than doing so literally, you could use your ven to ‘feel’ into the earth and find a place more easily accessible…?”

Hinata hesitates a moment. “I...could try?”

“Well, we just finished our water...we can go a few days without it before we start to get into real danger,” Itachi murmurs. “You have some time to look before we become desperate.”

“Do you think you could do it?” Sasuke asks. “Because if not...it might be our lives.”

Worry creases her brow. “...I-I…”

“This is my fault,” the healer murmurs. “I...was not prepared. Do not place that burden upon Hinata’s shoulders.”

“At least you’re taking responsibility for once,” Sasuke mutters, ignoring the sharp look he gets from his brother.

“...I can do it.”

The other trio look to Hinata with varying expressions. “...are you sure?” the lux mage hushes. “I don’t want to lay this upon you if -”

“No! I...I can do it. Just...be prepared for me to be a bit tired. But I think - I know I can do it.”

Exchanging glances, the rest then nod. “...all right then,” Sasuke offers. “Guess we’re doing this.”

Packing up their camp, the group hitches their bags to their saddles, mounting their horses and leaving the treeline behind for the great plain that stretches out before them. In the distance, the mountain range they must cross to reach the Luxerian homeland awaits. It’s barely a bluish smudge along the horizon...but Sasuke hopes they’ll reach it soon. Because the sooner they reach the empty remnants of the capital, the sooner - he prays - his brother will finally be cured...and they can go home.

...even if he gets the sneaking suspicion it won’t be so simple.

They make good distance, all things considered. The open, arid plain is home to a great amount of wind...and by the time they stop for the evening, the group is all but sick of it. Skin dry and lips cracking, there’s no respite come evening. It slows a bit, but never stops. The lux mage manages to urge their horses into lying in a line, providing just a hint of protection. A fire is nearly impossible, even with the pair of igni mages to feed it.

But the real test comes to Hinata.

Eyes closed in concentration, she walks a small distance from the group, hands planted to the ground to let energy seep into the soil in search of water.

The rest try not to stare as she works, giving fleeting glances for any sign of success.

She returns a while later, expression wilted. “It’s too deep...at least thirty feet if I had to guess.”

The lux mage hesitates. “...we’ll look for a low spot tomorrow you can try. That may help.”

“Low spot?” Sasuke asks. “This is a level plain! I doubt anything will change! We should turn back first thing, and find another way to the mountains.”

“There is no other way,” Hinata rebukes. 

“There has to be!”

“Please,” the healer cuts in, tone strained. “...for now, we should rest. There’s nothing to be done in the dark, either way.”

Clearly not impressed, Sasuke simply skulks off to one side, leaning against his horse’s middle to take advantage of the cover, no matter how small. After a sheepish pause, Hinata does the same.

“...you really can’t reach it?” he asks after a pregnant pause. 

“I...I don’t know. I think I can...reach it. But pulling it up through so much rock and earth...I don’t know if I have the energy.”

He gives her a glance. “...is there a way we could...give you energy?”

“Um...maybe…?”

“Well, it’s like the lux mage says: when she heals, she gives a body energy. So...why couldn’t we do something similar?”

Staring up at the stars, the water mage considers that. “...I guess...we could try?”

“Gods know I can’t sleep, so...sure. Let’s try.”

The pair move back to where she’d tried dowsing, ignoring the elder pair’s curious glances. “...so it’s all about the same level?”

“Yeah...at least, in the range I can sense it. There’s no telling how it might change. It might even get worse further from here.”

“Okay, well…” Sasuke pauses, considering...what exactly to do. “You find it, and...when you do, tell me. I’ll try to transfer some energy.”

Giving a determined nod, Hinata does just that. A faint blue glow emanates from beneath her palms, bleeding into the earth.

“...got it.”

“Okay…” Putting hands on her shoulders, Sasuke focuses. He’s done this before with his brother, but...well, they’re related, let alone the same element. He has no idea if this will work… “...try it.”

His own hands glow a fiery red, the pair working in tandem. For a moment, nothing...and then -

“I-I got it!”

“Don’t lose your concentration!”

Hearing Hinata’s cry, the other two mages join them, filling water skins as Hinata brings a large pool to the surface. Mounts are then led over to drink, the humans doing the same. Only once they’ve all drank to bursting does Hinata let the energy fade. Slowly, the water seeps back into the earth.

The group all glance to each other.

“...well, at least we know it works,” Itachi muses.

“At this depth, at least...it might be more draining should the water table lower later on,” the lux mage cautions. “Hinata, how do you feel…?”

“A...a little tired, but Sasuke lent me some energy. I’ll be fine after I get some sleep.”

“Well...good. Good. That’s a relief. Now...we all need rest. Back to it in the morning.”

With the light mage and Itachi taking first watch, the younger pair retreat to try to sleep. “...I knew you could do it,” Sasuke murmurs, eyes closing.

“...thanks.”

                                                            .oOo.

     This prompt was...so random xD Google says dowsing can be for more than just water, but! I thought that fit this verse pretty well. Not a lot of room for shippiness (besides some teamwork and praise), but...well, it was kinda there, lol      I can't believe June is almost over...and with it, our unofficial halfway mark! Technically I think day 182 is the most halfway (half of 365 is 182.5 lol), but! I'm gonna try, for those of you who care, to have a bit of a Q&A session on Tumblr June 30 and July 1 as a bit of a celebration for the big marker! You can ask me, or Sasuke and Hinata, any questions you want! It can be about certain universes I write them in, canon stuff, or just...whatever you want. I thought that might be a fun way to note the milestone. Technically the inbox on Tumblr is ALWAYS open for this kind of thing, but...I figured I'd try to make a thing of it, lol      Aaanyway, for now...I need sleep, lol - I'll post more about it when I get back online tomorrow on Tumblr. For my AO3 peeps, you can head over there if you want, but...I guess there's no real way to ask questions beyond comments on the fics...which I guess you can do if you want? xD But for now, I'ma call it a night - thanks for reading!

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aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊啊!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I was actually right about everything about my crush and her maybe girlfriend! Full story below and some will be repeat if anyone’s actually been keeping up with this. Skip to the third to last paragraph if you only wanna hear what happened today and not all the back story. I wrote this mainly so I could look at it later and remember and it turned out wayyyy longer than expected

Ok so I’ve like this girl a long time and we’ve been friends never questioned too much of she liked girls or not so that was never really a problem. So cut to football season 2017. We’re both in marching band and that’s how we became friends that year. We ended up both being in the same English class that school year and I become good friends with some of her other friends, including her maybe gf. (Shout out to those friends they’re super great). Since I have a massive crush on her (it’s 2018 by now) I pay more attention to her and stuff and I kinda notice how she acted with maybe gf. Like paying attention to maybe gf like I payed attention to her, looking at her lips, always mentioning her, stuff like that. So I think “oh she likes her, oh well, I wish her the best.” I’m quite shy irl so I wasn’t gonna make a move or anything and I was content what it was, though hopeful that she’ll maybe like me someday. I hate if people come on too strong myself and kinda believe that feelings are just gonna be what they are, rather than things that can swung heavily (idk if that makes sense but whatever)

So summer break happens then we’re at marching band 2018 still got my crush, still hopeful but not expecting much bc I still notice things between my crush and maybe gf. I think maybe gf is straight (I know, I know I’m not for assuming people’s sexuality but it was what it was) maybe it was my feelings making me think that maybe gf would never reciprocate but anyways I mainly feel bad for my crush bc it looks she really likes this girl and I can relate lol. So homecoming comes and I really wanna slow dance with her but I miss my fucking chance bc I go to the bathroom. Oh well. She did grind on me at one point but all the girls in our group were so whatever it was nice but didn’t really mean anything. And I actually worked up the nerve to text her that she looked gorgeous at homecoming (which she did) and I’m still proud of myself for that

One day shortly after, we’re at a band competition in the warmup room chilling bc we’re waiting for the rain to stop so we can go on. We’re talking in a group and someone ends up asking her if she has a crush on maybe gf, and she quickly denies (and I think yeah right lol) but then they ask if she has a crush on me and she stutters our her denial. The way she did it made me think that maybe I had a chance (there were other things too of course like the occasional look, etc). So the next day I muster up all the courage I have and text her asking if she has a crush on me, she says no, and I confess that I like her to get it off my chest. I thank god that we still remained great friends after that. We actually haven’t brought it up since.

Then the next football game she’s asked if she’s ever kissed a girl and she says yes and I’m like ah ha! I bet they are actually dating. (Side note that I kinda came out to like have the band that night cause someone asked if I was straight and I said no). I get a text from maybe gf the next day asking for relationship advice (she had never mentioned that she was in a relationship before) or something (I can’t really remember anymore). She’s playing the pronoun game so I figure that it’s a girl she’s dating and she’s says so later and tells me she’s bi. I told her I was bi too and we bonded over that and stuff it was nice and brought us closer etc. She says she doesn’t wanna tell me who it is and I respected that but I kinda figured that it was my crush. I think oh well that sucks for me but I’m happy for them. For things like this I largely live by just flowing with life and seeing where it takes you. If I didn’t I’d probably literally explode from stress lmao

Over then next couple months she tells me various things about her relationship which went through ups and downs. She felt trapped and pressured to come out and like nobody else could ever love her (which I always denied). There was a rough patch where she overloaded me with emotional stuff (which I am not prepared to handle) but it’s not too relevant to the story other than that a lot of the things she said made me more sure that my crush was her gf bc it just sounded like how she would act (note that after this she pretty much stopped texting me about her gf so I didn’t really get anymore info)

Sidenote: I’m not too sure how healthy their relationship actually was and since I only ever got one side of it I’m still not too sure how much of what I was told was truthful vs exaggerated since maybe gf was going through a rough patch. There were things like her panicking bc her gf was talking about marriage (yikes) and coming out and stuff. But she also talked about how it was easy to not cheat bc there was no one else in our town and she would kiss other girls as like a shock factor thing at parties and be like “my gf shouldn’t get mad bc it’s not like fr” (also yikes). I’ve pretty much come to the conclusion that both of them had things that weren’t the best but we’re teenagers and this was probably both of their first relationships so I’m not labeling them as bad people or anything. The biggest clue tho that my crush was her gf was that she said that her gf was the only person who knew all the terrible things about her/her life and since my crush was probably the closest to her I sorta assumed

Sidenote 2: some other things that made me sure of their relationship: my crush once got jealous of me in the group chat (she jokingly told me no to something, idk what anymore, and my crush was like what about me??? Lol), maybe gf kinda tripped and my crushes hand went to her waist in an intimate way to stabilize her, they were always each other’s lock screens, my crush would always give in to maybe gf (which sometimes I didn’t like bc I felt like she had to give into some things she shouldn’t have— not like really bad things but just kinda :/ and she’d have to apologize for playful insults even tho maybe gf said like the same level of insult), the eye contact when our teacher mentioned interracial sex lol, also the constant FaceTiming and calling that lowkey got on my nerves (nyc trip was the worst but really wasn’t that bad. It was mostly the jealousy that made it suck)

Sidenote 3: prom happened somewhere in here and we cuddled on the couch a bit but not like what your thinking, more like sat really close but it was nice. At one point she was like completely on top of me bc she was fighting with someone playfully

Anyways moving on to the end of the school year, I’m like 90% sure they’re dating, and I notice things seem tense between them. My crush would put her head down a lot and they would playfully insult each other with a bit more bite. They didn’t hang around each other as much as they used to, etc. I was just really picking up on some vibes. Eventually things seem to settle down a bit buts it’s the end of the year already and they’re graduating and stuff.

All three of us ended up doing this program at a university that lets kids work with scientists and learn about stem etc. we each work in different labs so we don’t see each other everyday but the group gets together like 1-2 times a week. During these, I notice that they just don’t seem as close, like they didn’t sit next to each other, phone lock screens aren’t each other, crush’s name in maybe gfs phone is her full name not nick name (though this could have always been that, I’m not sure), my crush no longer apologizes or cares as much if maybe gf gets a little mad (which she gets easily). Taking this with the tension before school got out into consideration, I figure that they must have broken up. Cool cool, maybe I have a chance but also she’s moving across the state for college in a month so :/

That brings us to the grand finale: today. So I have no idea really if they have broken up or if they were even together in the first place. But then maybe gf mentions that she is now dating this guy (which I approve of, he’s super sweet). I kinda suspected bc a picture of him was her lock screen, they had been hanging out a lot, initials in insta bios (which Ik should be a dead give away but she once said that she hates how people assumed that her and this other guy were together when she was dating her gf do I didn’t wanna assume anything) and I was like ah ha! At lest Ik that they aren’t dating now if they ever did in the first place. She invites me to come hang out with her, her bf and another couple that I’m good friends with tomorrow. So after I get home, partly bc I don’t wanna be the only single person there, partly bc I wanna see if I can weasel out the truth, and partly bc I may have day dreamed about us being all coupley too and maybe a kiss (oh how I wish). I text her and ask if my crush can come too so I’m not the only single person there. She texts back saying that it would be a good idea. So I figure it’s now or never so I ask if it’s bc they dated. She originally says no but then says admits that yes they dated but she broke up with her and they are still friends.

She basically says that she broke up with her bc she’s not ready to be out bc she doesn’t wanna lose some of her friends, wants to be normal, etc. she’s always been insecure, so it’s not too surprising for me. I sincerely hope that one day she reaches a place where she can be herself and not worry. I also feel bad for my crush bc I have a feeling that she’s probably still pretty hurt over it and I wish her the best too. I’m not gonna try to like make a move or anything bc a. I have no idea how long it’s been since the breakup and how she feels about it b. I’ve already expressed feelings so I don’t wanna be that person who keeps pusing after they’re rejected c. She’s moving like 6 hours away in a month

All in all I’m super surprised that I actually picked up on the fact that they were dating and had broken up bc I’m am not very emotionally intelligent at all. Honestly I doubt I would have picked up on much if I was paying such close attention bc of my crush. I spent like an hour+ writing this I can’t believe I actually had so much to say and it makes my life seem much more dramatic that it is. Thank you if you actually read all this or have kept up with my woes in the slightest bye

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Betting on You (pt 2)

A/N: I know I said I’d only post this when the other fics were done. Oops.

Previous Parts: Part 1

Was the alcohol making you hallucinate? Or was this man really that handsome?

“I’m Y/N” you say shyly, hating how small your voice sounded. He gave you such a warm smile and you instantly felt your cheeks flush. You were almost 100% certain it wasn’t because of the alcohol at this point. 

“That’s a beautiful name for a beautiful woman. Can I buy you a drink, Y/n?” Taehyung asks. And to be honest, he wasn’t really lying either. Though you seemed like a loner from the second floor, Taehyung was pleasantly surprised when he finally got a good look at your face. You were simply beautiful. 

And were you the sexiest thing in the club? Perhaps not. You were modest. Your dress wasn’t too short and your makeup wasn’t too extreme, but there was a simple beauty you and for that Taehyung was thankful. It would make these next couple of months easier, at least for the eyes. 

“Oh, uh.. sure” you say. Did you need more alcohol? No. Did you need more time with this stranger? Hell yes. 

The bartender was quick to come to Taehyung’s aid as she quickly made your drinks. He handed you your little concoction as he sipped on his own drink, eyeing you. You could feel his eyes on you, but you didn’t have it in you to really turn and face him, let alone make conversation. 

“So, what are you doing out here by yourself?” Taehyung asks, genuinely curious. If you were going to be sitting alone, you might as well be at home right?

“Oh, my roommate dragged me out, but she ditched me the second she found a guy. The club’s not really my scene anymore” you say as you turn the chair back to facing the crowd. You point to your roommate in the crowd and Taehyung follows where you point to. He smirks as he realizes your roommate is dancing with none other than Jungkook. 

“Anymore?” Taehyung asks.

“Hmm, well I guess more into this stuff when I was in college. Not so much anymore” you say honestly. Taehyung just nods along, not really caring to ask further. “Why are you wasting your time here at the bar when you could be out there dancing?” you say a little ruder than you were expecting. 

“Well, I wanted to keep the pretty girl at the bar company. If that’s ok with her, of course” Taehyung says as he turns to face you again. You finally muster up the courage to turn around and face him, and you simply nod. 

A few minutes and few drinks later, you became a little bit more comfortable with the stranger named Taehyung. “Call me Tae” he said, since you both were friends now he claimed. 

“What do you say we get out of here?” Taehyung asks confidently after some time, not really wanting to waste more time making small talk. You look at him with wide eyes as if he had just sprouted a second nose. 

“I’m not looking for a hookup...” you say, placing your drink down and getting up from your chair, signaling that you were leaving. Taehyung almost chokes on his drink. He hadn’t explicitly mentioned hooking up tonight, but he figured it would be a good start. Plus, girls always come back for more once they got a little taste of what it was like to be with Taehyung. He was curious about what you were hiding behind your dress.  But he wasn’t expecting you to say no. 

“Woah woah, who said anything about hooking up?” he said, grabbing onto your wrist, pretending as if he really didn’t want to sleep with you tonight. 

“Oh.. I just assumed..” you say, looking at his hand on your wrist. He lets go when he notices you were looking at your hands. “I just figured that’s what most people do at clubs..” you say, smiling slightly in embarrassment. It was kind of cute, Taehyung noted. 

“I was going to suggest maybe we get some food and walk around since you don’t seem too comfortable here” he says, coming up with something on the spot. Honestly, he could probably use a little food right about now. 

You pull out your phone and your eyes widen at the time. It was already 2:30am! How did time go by this quickly? “I’m so sorry Taehyung but-” 

“Tae” Taehyung corrected. 

“..Tae. But it’s late and I really should get going after I find my roommate” you say, almost sadly. You almost wanted to spend more time with the ever so handsome man in front of you. 

Taehyung doesn’t hesitate as he yanks the phone out of your hand and enters his phone number and even calls his own phone, making sure he has your number too. He hands it back to you as you just stare at him in awe. 

“Well, I guess I wasn’t being as subtle as I wanted. But I want to take you out on a date. Is that ok?” he asks, confidently. 

“Y-yes” you say, ignoring the warning signs ringing off in your head. Usually, you would have said no in a heartbeat. The internal conflict of whether or not it was the alcohol or the handsome face was clouding your judgment began again. But either way, you said yes. 

“Ok, it’s settled then. I’ll call you tomorrow and we can work something out” he says, giving you a hug. “Good night, beautiful,” he says with that same warm smile as he walks away into the crowd. You were pretty sure you wouldn’t really hear back from him. Why would he want to go out with someone like you after all?

You sigh as you make your way into the crowd. You just wanted to find your roommate and fast. Fortunately, you found her near the edge of the dancefloor, still dancing with the guy from before. You tap on her shoulder and she turns around with an annoyed look until she registers it’s you. “Y/N!! Where have you been!” she says, hugging you. “This is Jungkook!” She introduces the man next to her. 

“Hey, nice to meet you!” he says, loudly over the music. 

“Y/N!” you say, smiling at him. You could tell why your roommate liked this guy, he had a cute bunny smile that you noticed earlier in the night. 

“I hate to do this, but you have work tomorrow silly!” you tell your roommate and your roommate gasps, finally looking at the time. 

“Oh my god, I didn’t even realize. Jungkook, I really need to go, but we’re still on for our date later right?” she asks. Jungkook nods, waving at the both of you. 

By the time both of you made it back to your apartment and were in bed, it was close to 4am. Luckily for you, you get to sleep in. Your roommate, however, was not so fortunate.

You don’t really know what time it is when you wake up, but you can tell it’s late as you can feel your hunger. You reach out for your phone to check the time when you realize you have a few messages. The one that caught your attention though, was from Taehyung. 

Tae: Good morning beautiful. How about that date? Are you free tonight. 

You couldn’t help but smile at the message. You weren’t expecting to him to contact you again, but here he was sending you a text first thing in the morning. You don’t know what it is about Taehyung, but you were oddly attracted to him. You had seen plenty of handsome faces, but you were never really attracted to them like the way you were with Taehyung. There was just something about him. 

You: Yes, I am! 

You quickly type back a reply, realizing that he had texted you almost an hour ago. It was almost noon already! You were surprised when you got a reply back almost immediately. 

Tae: Perfect! I’ll pick you up at 6! Just send your address lol

You smiled again at your phone like an idiot as you quickly sent him your address.  You quickly jumped out of your bed with newfound energy and went through your morning routine with an unusual happy energy around you. 

You spent almost the rest of the day quickly eating and finding an outfit for tonight. Where was Taehyung taking you? What would be appropriate to wear? Should you go casual? But what if he takes you to a nicer restaurant? 

So many questions filled your head and you realized you were being silly. So, you settle for your favorite lavender dress that accentuated your figure well. You didn’t think you had much to show off, but your roommate always said this dress did you wonders. Too bad she was at work to tell you in person. You hadn’t told her about the date yet, but you made a quick mental note to let her know that you were going to be out for a while tonight. 

You found some nice, simple jewelry that went with the dress and soon enough, it was 6. You sat on your couch anxiously. You couldn’t help but be nervous. You literally only met him last night, and you haven’t been able to stop thinking about him since. 

Taehyung, on the other hand, took his time getting ready. He wasn’t exactly looking forward to spending his evening with you since he much rather be with his friends, but there was a car on the line. And not just any car, it was Namjoon’s car. He grits his teeth as he finally walked up to your apartment and knocked on the door.

Once again, he was pleasantly surprised. You were wearing another dress, but the color looked so good on you. Your hair was slightly curled and your makeup was natural, something Taehyung didn’t see much of. Taehyung could see your figure a little more clearly now that it wasn’t so dark and he thanked Namjoon internally for picking a girl with a body like yours. 

“Wow, you look amazing” Taehyung says honestly. 

“Thank you.. you look nice too” you say, smiling. Was your voice this sweet last night, Taehyung wonders. He couldn’t really hear you too well over the loud music last night. Your voice was...soothing. You quickly lock the door behind you as you both make your way to Taehyungs car. 

“Nice ride,” you say, not realizing it was out loud. 

Taehyung looks at you funny. Not once had a girl commented on anything about his car other than the color. “Yeah, you like it?” he asks. 

“I do. I’ve always liked Astons. But never drove one myself. Can’t believe I get to ride in one today!” you say, excitedly. Taehyung smiles at how excited you seemed to be simply sitting in his car. 

“Well I’ll do you one better, you drive” he says, as he tosses you the keys. Never once, had he let any of his “dates” drive his car, but then again, they never showed any interest. You caught the keys, although you were pretty surprised. 

“Oh no, I really shouldn’t,” you say, walking to hand him back the keys since you weren’t confident in your throwing skills. Hell, you were surprised you even caught the keys in the first place. 

“You have a license right?” Taehyung asks. You nod, reaching out to give him the keys. But Taehyung simply smiles and opens the door as he ushers you into the driver's seat. 

“Then drive,” he says, not really asking anymore. He quickly jogs over to the passenger's seat. He buckles in when he finally realizes that you’re still staring at him quite shocked. 

“You really want me to drive your car?” you ask, excitement still laced in your voice. 

“I do. Now let's get out of here, I’m hungry. I’ll navigate. You just focus on the ride” He says, pulling up his phone for directions. You turn the car on the engine immediately roars, slightly scaring you. But you loved it and you had the biggest smile on your face. You quickly adjusted your seat and the mirrors and before you knew it, you were off.

You loved to drive. Driving new cars was always fun for you since you knew how different each car was. You loved your own car dearly, deciding her to call her Queen and treating her like the queen she was. But this? This car? You were blown away...quite literally. 

Taehyung was also surprised by how well you drove his car. It was like this car was made for you, and you zipped through lanes confidently. Soon, you were at the restaurant Taehyung had picked out and he couldn’t help but smile at how happy you looked by simply driving his car. 

“That...was amazing” you say, sighing. Even if you didn’t see Taehyung again after today, you would be fine. Because you got to drive that beast. Taehyung noticed that you were more relaxed now and he was actually looking forward to see what you were really like. Afterall, he was going to spend the next six months with you. 

You were...sarcastic?? Taehyung realized that you were far too sassy than he had imagined, not to mention funny. He wasn’t sure if it was the glass of wine or adrenaline rush you got from driving, but he liked the girl sitting in front of him a lot more than the shy girl at the club last night. 

“So you got a hairbrush stuck in your hair? What did you do?” Taehyung asked, as you explained the unfortunate incident. 

“I had to call my mom the next day to come and take it out!” You say, laughing at the memory. 

“The next day?! You mean you slept with the brush in your hair?” he asks, surprised. 

“What other choice did I have?! My mom spent hours taking the brush out of my hair. I lost so much hair that day, Tae, I was so sad. But at least I didn’t end up bald” you say, still laughing. And Taehyung realized, he didn’t really mind the sound of your laughter. He kind of liked it. 

“You’re silly, you know that?” he says as he reaches out and ruffles your hair as if you were a small kid. You pout, trying to fix your hair, but you still smile after. 

“Now that we’re done with dinner, what do you say we head back to my place?I have something I want to show you. And before you say anything, no we’re not going to hookup...unless you want to” he says, winking at you, causing you to blush. 

“Ok..lets go then!” you say, more confidently than you realized. 

“Want to drive again?” he asks. You giggled at the question but decided against it. His car was probably like a drug, the more you had of it, the more you needed it. 

“Nah, I’ll let you be the chauffeur for the rest of the evening” you say. Taehyung jokingly rolls his eyes. 

Soon enough, you and Taehyung were both entering his nice penthouse in the middle of downtown. You were in awe. If you thought his car was impressive, then his penthouse was another level. 

“Feel free to look around, I’m going to open up another bottle of wine!” Taehyung says, ushering you in futher into his home. You walk around to the living room, which was surrounded by glass. And outside, you could see the skyline. The view was the die for, and it took your breath away. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Taehyung asks as he sets the glasses and wine bottle down on the table. 

“It’s amazing” you say with a twinkle in your eyes. “I don’t think I could ever get used to this view”

Taehyung realizes that all the girls he brought home never even really bothered to look around, much less at the view. But to be fair, it’s not like they were there for his view. They were there for him, and him alone. 

“Oh right, I wanted to show you something!” Taehyung says he makes his way into what you assume is his room. But when he comes out, you let out a big gasp because he’s holding the fluffiest and most previous pomeranian in his hands. 

“This is Yeontan” he says, handing you the puppy. When you had mentioned how much you wanted a dog before, Taehyung immediately thought of his own. You didn’t have a dog of your own since your roommate was terribly allergic. This was the cherry on top for your already wonderful date. 

Yeontan was so excited to the meet the stranger. He licked your face with excitement and you couldn’t help but giggle. Taehyung smiled as you played with his favorite little pup. He was actually glad that Yeontan seemed to like you for some reason. 

“First your car and now Yeontan? I don’t think I can take anymore!” You say, as Yeontan continues to lick your face. 

“Hey, I thought I was the best part!” Taehyung jokes. 

“I never said you weren’t” You winked with a sudden burst of confidence. 

Soon enough, Yeontan is fast asleep on your lap and Taehyung pets him as you both talk on the couch. The TV is on in the background with some light music and the city is slowly starting to fall asleep. But not you and Taehyung. 

You guys talked, talked, and then then talked some more. Taehyung didn’t even seem to notice the time go by, but he didn’t really care. He came to realize that you and him had a lot in common, especially your taste in cars. Not to mention music and food. 

“Ok I have one last question for you. And this is going to dictate the future for us” you say suddenly. He doesn’t know why, but Taehyung becomes a little nervous. 

“White or dark chocolate” you say, eyeing Taehyung. Taehyung burst out laughing and laughs some more when he realizes you were being serious. 

“Trick question, it’s milk chocolate” he says. And you gasp. 

“I think...I found my soulmate” you say, half joking. How long you have waited to hear that answer!

“I should probably drop you off...unless you want to spend the night?” Taehyung asks, still laughing himself. 

“I’ll pass. I have work tomorrow and oh my god, it’s already 3am? I don’t seem to feel the time pass when i’m with you!” You say, being honest. 

“Same here. Here, let me get Tan off of your lap and we can get going” Taehyung says, as he leans forwaard to take his dog. But you weren’t prepared when he leans in and having his face so close to yours now that you gasp slightly. Taehyung hears this and he looks up at you into your doe eyes. His eyes flicker to your lips and before he fully understood what he was doing, he connects his lips to yours. 

He could taste the wine on your lips and he lost it when he felt you moan slightly. You, on the other hand, felt like you were in heaven. The kiss was warm and soft, and everything you dreamt it would be. You didn’t wait too long before you lips matched his pace. 

And when you realized that you didn’t want to kiss to end, and in fact wanted it to keep going, you reluctantly pulled away. Taehyung groaned at the loss of contact. “we should go” you say, as you place your forehead on his. Taehyung smiles and he nods. 

Soon, you were back home and assured Taehyung that he didn’t have to walk you to the door like he kept insisting. 

“Hey, Y/n” he calls before you reach to open the car door. You turn around, confused since you had already said your byes, but you were pleasantly surprised when Taehyung kissed you again. He breaks off the kiss only to whisper onto your lips “We can do this again, right?” he asks. You smile shyly and say yes. You quickly kiss him on the cheek before making your exit. Taehyung smiles as he watches you walk back into your building before pulling out his phone.

To Namjoon:

Tae: Your car is as good as mine. These six months are going to be easy ;)

A/N: Want a part 3? Let me know or I won’t write it hehe

[whattoreadinsteadofdrinking]

birthday party/week recap aka this post is long af

This week was really intense for a lot of reasons, and despite having slept for 12 hours last night I woke up tired and cranky and full of the bad kind of regret feelings that usually I associate with drinking, only now I am associating them with other things, like being honest and vulnerable, so I’m gonna write it all out.  Heads up that this will be long, boring, and you probably don’t want or need to read all of this since it’s just a bunch of rambling and my attempt to get my thoughts straight so I can have a more balanced day.

I knew this week was coming up and I knew it would be a long one.  On Thursday, I was scheduled to be a guest speaker at a fundraising banquet for a program that gets scholarships for low income students so they can leave our public school system (which in my area, is basically a systematic way to keep poor kids poor) and into private schools where they have a great chance of success.  I was chosen to speak because I used to work for the public schools here, and while I believe wholeheartedly in public schooling, it only works if the wealthy actually pay their goddamn taxes instead of opting out of it.  Our schools in the public sector here are so bad that I had 8th grade students who could not read.  I mean really could not read at all.   I could write a lot about that but I won’t.  

I’ve been practicing my speech but the thing is that it’s a topic I’m really passionate about and it makes me emotional.  As I’ve written about on here before, I began really drinking when I began teaching, so in the past, the way I dealt with the emotions this brought up was to have a beer (read: 5 beers).  Talking about my experience in the public school system over and over, to myself, and then preparing to do it in front of a hundred people, was A Whole Lot.  And then on Thursday when it was time to do it, I almost cried at the end when I was sharing about the progress one of my kiddos has made in my current (private) school.  It was a good speech and was received well, and I don’t feel bad about getting that “oohhhh she’s close to tears” voice in front of people because let’s be honest people CRY SOMETIMES, but my boss made a weird comment about it at work the next day and now I am paranoid that I sounded like an ass who couldn’t get it together.  Her comment singlehandedly took what felt like a victory and turned it into something I am a little embarrassed by.  I am aware that I am the one letting her comment have that much weight but I can’t seem to un-feel it. I can think through it and realize it doesn’t matter and her opinion doesn’t matter but I can’t un-feel how unhappy it made me to hear that, if that makes sense.

The theme of “being vulnerable in front of others” from that night was just a huge carry-over from Wednesday, when I shared some really upsetting and frank truths about my journey in group.  It was hard but needed.  I don’t regret it, and everyone else was sharing, and honestly it felt like a huge weight off my shoulders to be that honest with people about where I’m at, but like.  Telling people you’re an addict is hard.  And you can’t take it back.  They will never un-know it now.  They will know that about me forever.  I feel good about having said what I said and simultaneously I feel like Toby from the Office during that scene when he accidentally touches Pam’s leg, realizes he’s exposed himself in a humiliating way, and announces that he’s moving to Costa Rica.  Then runs and jumps the fence of the office park and runs away into the night.  I want to jump the fence and run into the night and move to Costa Rica.  That’s how being vulnerable with others makes me feel.

So Wednesday, vulnerable at group, Thursday, vulnerable in a speech in front of a hundred people (many of whom are my coworkers, friends, and superiors at work), and yesterday was my birthday.  I planned a birthday that I wanted rather than the one I thought I should have-- i.e, I didn’t invite some people from my friend group who upset me or who I feel do not respect my boundaries.  I also invited people from a bunch of different areas of my life, which, while not a big deal in itself, felt a little like taking the compartments out of my social scene because many of them have not met each other before.  I was feeling good about it until my one friend asked when J was coming and if I’d had a text from him asking about where we were.  I replied that J hadn’t texted me.  He kept asking questions til I said, “well, I didn’t invite him.  It’s nothing personal, we just aren’t that close.”  My friend looked really taken aback because this guy is a close part of our mutual friend group.  What he doesn’t know is that J is a creep who continues to infringe on my boundaries by asking me personal and inappropriate questions, sharing things with me that I do not wish to know, and not taking “no” for an answer when he asks me on a date (I wrote a REALLY long post about this situation a while ago.  It continues to be sucky and terrible.) Our other friend, who is basically the most smiley human being on this planet, began frowning at me, so I clarified by saying that when you have a lot of friends, the downside is that you have to choose who to invite to your birthday party out of a big group and so I only invited people I felt closest to. 

I want to just tell my friends that this guy is a creep but they are men, and no offense to them, but I already know that they are the kind of dudes who are not going to understand why having to repeat “no” to a guy over and over can be triggering.  And I don’t owe them an explanation for that or for any reason why a man may be unsettling to me.  I am not Gandalf, I do not need to be their wise guide through the lands of “This is What Misogyny Is And How It Complicates Women’s Lives” Middle Earth.

Anyway they gave me some weird looks and now I am nervous because they told me they told this dude about the party.  So I’m waiting for him to confront me on that. Yay.

Then I was dancing with my friend and she spun me around and I accidentally lost my footing and fell fully backwards onto the guy behind me.  It hurt my back.  Everyone saw.  It was embarrassing. Dancing has been a way for me to practice being more in my body and vulnerable, a thing I chose to do as I started this sobriety thing, both to take up time and connect with others. Falling over while dancing, in front of literally all my closest friends, felt like a metaphor for this entire week.  Because it turns out that being vulnerable sometimes feels awesome and works out great, and sometimes ends up with you looking like an idiot in front of people who matter to you, and the hard thing about being vulnerable is that you have to accept both outcomes.  You have to be ready to fall on your ass, in public, on your birthday.  You can’t just have the sunshine-y smiley fun times, and have those mean anything, without risking looking like a fool.

I used to cover up the times I felt like a fool by drinking.  Or, I would drink to feel connected to others and not lonely and disengaged enough that I didn’t feel the need to share who I was, and avoid ever feeling foolish at all.  Now it’s Saturday, I slept for 12 hours, I am fed and hydrated and ready for the day, and my brain is just running in cirlces inside my head shouting “YOU LOOK LIKE AN IDIOT! EVERYONE THINKS YOU’RE AN IDIOT!  GOOD LUCK FACING PEOPLE NEXT WEEK!  JUMP THE FENCE AND MOVE TO COSTA RICA! ABORT SOBRIETY, ABORT FRIENDSHIPS, DON’T GO DANCE CLASS TOMORROW, STAY QUIET ABOUT THAT RUDE GUY AND APOLOGIZE TO EVERYONE TIL THEY REALLY CAN’T STAND YOU! WOOOOOO!”

But. but.  I am gonna quiet my brain down.  I am gonna cook stir fry and listen to a Beatles album.  I am gonna post this long-ass post, and truly may God bless you if you’ve read this far because for heaven’s sake I can’t imagine how bored you are, and let all the feelings go.  I am gonna call my sister and go for a long walk. I  am gonna continue to see my friends and not apologize for anything I’ve done this week because you know what?  I DO NOT NEED TO BE SORRY FOR BEING A HUMAN BEING.  I don’t need to be sorry for sharing my story of teaching, and having an emotional reaction to what is a huge horrifying injustice that keeps poor people of color from having the same chances in life as white suburban kids.  I don’t need to apologize for sharing my story in a group that is specifically about sharing our stories.  I don’t need to apologize for keeping space between me and people who refuse to respect boundaries.  I don’t need to apologize for falling down while dancing (except to the dude I landed on, lol.) I don’t need to live life being sorry for being me.  I may FEEL sorry and like I owe people a debt for being in their life or taking up their time or whatever, but I know that that feeling isn’t based on truth. and a part of getting that truth to feel real is, letting myself be human, sober, and move on.

xoxo Sarah

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #239

i just want to sincerely apologize if my surveys take a negative nosedive again. i know this one’s kinda grim and i don’t want to make that a routine, but things are just rough right now and i’m not gonna lie on a survey, y’know.

Do you know anyone who works at McDonald’s? Not that I'm aware of. Do you know anyone who plays heaps of sports? Probably through school. Have you ever been suspended from school? No. Where do your cousins live? Aaaaaaall over the U.S. Have you met any of your second cousins? Possibly at some point? Do you like the All-American Rejects? I like "Move Along" and "It Ends Tonight" is good, but that's all off the top of my head. Oh wait, of course there's "Gives You Hell." When was the last time you wore a skirt? WOW I have ZERO clue. Probably not since elementary years. Have you ever finished a whole video game? Plenty. If so, which one(s)? There are way too many. Do you know anyone with a pet snake? Me, Sara, probably others. Which one of your friends has great music taste? Sara. Was the last person you hung out with single? That would be my young niece and nephew... so yeah. Have you ever attended a private school? I'm a private college now. Have you ever been in an abusive relationship? No, thank Christ. Have you ever cooked for anyone other than yourself? I made breakfast for Sara once. If your phone has a hole for phone charms, is it on the left or right side? I don't have one. Would you rather live in the city, the suburbs, or the rural area? Kinda like... suburban mixed with rural. I don't wanna be totally isolated, particularly away from necessary stores and such, but I also do NOT wanna be swarmed by people. Maybe like a loose neighborhood in the woods outside a small town? Do you know someone who is really ambidextrous? Sara. Did you use a pencil today? No. Are you adopted? Nope. Have you ever had your car break down on you? Never when I've driven, not that that's been much. With Mom, yes. Dad, idr. Jason's prom night, yeah; his truck broke down otw home at a stop light. Oof. Who was the last person that cried in your presence? My mom. It's the worst. When was the last time you ate at your favorite restaurant? Oh wow, probably not since my last birthday. What was the last thing someone gave you? A close family friend/my former teacher lent me a $20 just in case I needed anything while my mom was up in NY. Can you write your name in a foreign language? My first name (at least) is the same in German; even though "y" doesn't exist in the language, I guess it does for foreign names?? Idk about my last name. Who is the person you often go to for venting? Sara. Do you keep an actual journal or diary? No, not anymore. I did briefly when I had that WILD and totally random Jason obsession episode, but once I came off that godawful medicine and I went back to normal, I deleted it. Have you ever been prescribed Vicodin? That sounds very familiar... Maybe? Perhaps that's what was prescribed after my surgery? Have you ever cheated on someone without them finding out about it? Well considering I've never cheated and never would, I can't answer this. Was the last person you kissed male or female? Female. Who were you with the last time you went swimming? Colleen, at the beach. Does your dining table currently have place mats on it? No; we don't even eat at it. What was the last thing you cooked in an oven? I myself have literally never used an oven. I'm scared to. Oh wait, yeah I have... on some occasions where Mom needed me to put something in there or take something out, but idr what. But boy and I can tell you without memory that I was jumpy as hell about it. Is it hard for you to be “just friends” with the opposite sex? No. It's difficult for me to like-like people, especially men when you consider I'm generally afraid of them, on top of I'm just paranoid and don't trust easily. Do you prefer wheat or white bread? Wheat. Do you have an electric toothbrush? No, but coincidentally, I actually have that on my Christmas wishlist. Have you ever had an “exotic” or “abnormal” pet? Do you consider a Chinese water dragon "exotic?" Then I have a ball python morph. Have you ever eaten lobster? No, and considering crab is nauseating, I doubt lobster would be too different. What is your grade point average (if you’re still in school)? I don't know right now and don't know where to find it. Have you ever played croquet? Oh yeah. My sisters and I LOVED that shit as kids. Who was the last person you called? Dad. Have you ever watched Ghostbusters? No, believe it or not. When was the last time you drew a picture? Yikes... been a while. Not since I started a concept drawing of encompassing a panic attack in a meerkat form, as I tend to do. I haven't touched it in months. It's right on the second shelf of the table beside me, so... my only remaining excuse as to not finish it is that the paper is horribly wrinkled now. Are you happy? Not exactly. Should you be doing something now? I could be doing the practice exam work my math professor gave us all considering it's extra credit, but. Yeah. I'm absolutely awful at math and barely passing but I don't exactly need another stressor right now. Is there a smoke detector on every floor of your house? We only have one floor. What was the last kind of soup you ate? I tried vegetable soup anyway when I got my tongue pierced because I literally could not eat solids for over a week, but I'm a picky asshole who didn't like it so wasted the can. I had to survive almost exclusively on meal replacement shakes and popsicles. Warning from the wise: you want your tongue pierced? You better fucking want it bad because healing is a P R O C E S S. Or at least mine was, having to get it re-done and all... Have you ever had to do a class in summer school? No. Have you ever went a year without getting your hair cut? I don't think a year... but maybe? Do you think you could go a week without sugar? Considering sugar is in like... EVERYTHING, probably no? Would you be willing to go one day each week without meat? I don't really pay attention, but I probably already do. I'd like to eat as little meat as possible. Hell, I wish I could go full-on vegan. Do you feel comfortable telling people how much you weigh? NO. Do you have any talents that your friends don’t know about? No. Are you any good at sewing? Never tried, not interested. Has anyone ever interviewed you about one of your hobbies/talents? No. Would you ever consider experimenting with drugs? Marijuana for medical purposes if I didn't have to smoke it. I'm not smoking anything, I don't care what it is. What’s been tugging on your heart lately? I guess life in general. Mortality, death. Teddy died in my arms, I saw my grandmother physically ravaged by cancer, and just life hasn't been the kindest lately. I've been thinking about how time just flies, how every moment should be cherished even though it's so fucking hard, and just yeah. I don't wanna go down this rabbit hole. Are you comfortable with who you are? Have you accepted who you are? I don't know dude I shouldn't be taking a survey during like an existential crisis lol. What is the last thing you did that made you feel guilty? Decided to get some really unhealthy fries with my dinner. Would you have sex with the last person you texted? It's not a matter of "would," I want to. I may have already, I don't really know what separates foreplay from lesbian sex. Do you consider weed, marijuana, pot, etc. a drug? This isn't even an argument anymore, it's fact. It's a mind-altering substance. "Drug" does not always equate to bad, either. Are you planning on kissing anyone tomorrow evening? It'd be nice. Do you require a lot of private time? Oh yeah, but way less than I used to. I get depressed if I'm alone for too long now. Have you ever done something humiliating while drunk? N/A What is your favorite classic Disney movie? The Lion King. Do you like looking at old photographs? Yeah, usually. Do you enjoy puzzles? Yeah. Do you prefer painting or drawing? Drawing by a long shot. I'm taking a painting course this upcoming semester though, so hopefully that'll up my skill and thus enjoyment of it. Do you ever wear high heels? No, I don't have a reason to. Do you use belts? No, considering I never wear anything with belt loops. When was the last time you played Uno? Oh my fucking god, it's been forever, thankfully. When I lived with Colleen, as did her younger sister, we played Uno a lot, and then, AND THEN, came the night Chelsea dyed my hair red. Mind you, the ONLY TIME dyeing my hair had been truly successful and long-lasting. The process took hours, and we played Uno round after Uno round... and now I literally hate it. What do you like better, kiwis or pineapple? Oh man, I love both, but I gotta say kiwi. Are you trying to grow out your hair? No, I actually need to cute it again. What is your favorite perfume/body spray/cologne? Don't have one, really. Have you ever wanted to try karate? Not seriously. How often do you drink water? Ah yikes... I really fell out of my regular habit of drinking multiple bottles daily. Do you ever wear headbands? No. How many video games do you own? A lot. There's like a huge CD case in a living room drawer full of them. I've been considering making an EBay or something to sell a shitload of them as I'm sure a lot are actually pretty valuable now, but I think a lot about how I want to pass them down to my current and possibly future nieces and nephews when they get to a certain age to figure video games out or even have a console that can play PS1-PS3. Have you ever been to a casino? If so, which one(s)? No. What’s your favorite suburb in the city you live in? Why would you... name that on the Internet...? Besides that even, I pay no attention to suburbs' names I happen to pass. Have you ever visited a sex shop? No. I don't know if I could ever muster up the courage to even go in one. I'm the type that would just order online. What’s your favorite place to get pizza? I'm a basic Domino's bitch. How many times have you been to the beach? Multiple, but not a LOT. I have little reason to ever go, and it's never my idea, that's for sure. Has there ever been a fire inside your house? Tell me the story. Childhood home. Trying the Jiffy Pop popcorn that you make over the stove. Next thing y'know the thing is seriously on fire and we had to use the fire extinguisher. Fuck you, Jiffy Pop, the harbinger of the next fucking idiots moving in setting the entire house on fire thanks to the stove too. Have you ever had a scary encounter with a wild animal? No, besides like bees 'n the like being near me. Have you ever had a spray tan? No. Do you own any sports bras? Where’d you get them from? No, but I'd like at least one. Wouldn't know what to use it for, it's not like I go jogging or anything, but. I think it'd be good to have at least one. Have you ever had sex in a kitchen? No. What’s the most expensive restaurant you’ve ever eaten at? I have zero clu- no wait I'm gonna guess the Italian restaurant we went to on Sara's birthday, but that's just a guess judging by how it was fancy as fuck. Who crosses your mind the most? Sara. Have you ever been on a scavenger hunt? Probably as a kid. Ever been to an auction? No. would you ever get acupuncture? omg no Ever got stitches? At least twice. What is a must have on your french fries? At least some salt. Entirely saltless fries are boring. How do you like your meat cooked…medium rare? well done? Nothing less than medium well. If meat tastes even a little bit beneath lukewarm I can't take that shit. Are there two colors that you just simply despise? Bright yellow and puke-green. What do you usually do with recurring dreams? ... Nothing? What CAN you do? Have you ever been told you were hot by a complete stranger? I don't think someone has used the term "hot," but I know I've been called pretty, at least. Do you want to be single or with someone? I want to be with Sara. It kinda feels like we still are, like no feelings have changed, we're just not "official" anymore and not "bound" to one another. Have you ever had a sleepover with the opposite sex? I actually have twice (or thrice?) platonically with my younger neighbor FOREVER ago. We were still kids. Then there was a big (birthday?) party at my place where Juan stayed the night, and then I believe there was an occasion Girt totally knocked out on the couch so... I guess it turned into a "sleepover?" lmao Who are you closest to in your family? My mom. Who were the last 3 people to text you? Sara, Mom, and my sister. Have you ever dated someone in jail? No, and I wouldn't unless it was for something incredibly stupid or I'm aware was a false charge. What’s a movie you cannot BARE to ever watch again? Nothing's coming off the top of my head. Who got you hooked on the addiction you're addicted to (If you have one)? ... I just connected it all in my head. Jason got me into the Amnesia game. I got into custom stories for it. I was playing one one day. I got stuck. I YouTubed it for help. Guess. Who. I. Fuckin'. Found. This is a revelation; I have discovered the main purpose of my and Jason's relationship. Perhaps things do happen for a reason lmao. Are you a little bit cautious around horses? Do they scare you a bit? Not really, but I wouldn't say I'm in no way cautious. They definitely don't scare me, though. I just respect that they're very powerful animals and I'm not experienced with handling them. Have you ever burnt your tongue like REALLY bad? If so, what on? Yes, on rice that was literally right off the fucking stove lmao. LOOK I didn't know it had JUST come off and I was hungry as fuck but boy did I have REGRETS considering the burn lasted for well over a week, maybe two. Do you think having a sleepover with a guy is theoretically acceptable? Um, yes...????? Do you like to have cake on your birthday? Which kind of cake in mind? Yeah, and red velvet or chocolate frosted, depending on what I'm feeling.