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aharris00britney · 4 years

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ASKS 19

It’s 6am and Brandon woke me up when he got up to go to work so now... i answer asks bc i cant sleep.

@mileyzangel said: Can you please make a Harley Quinn hairstyle from both Suicide Squad and Birds of Prey?

I went and watched Birds of Prey the other night and it was really good. Brandon went to sleep I think tfgvhb. But I doubt I’ll try doing her hair from either of the films. @enriques4 is working on one for her Birds of Prey look if you are interested in that <3

Anonymous said: is tiny living worth it? im leaning towards the gameplay although i love cas. is the gameplay as bad as people say?

I honestly don’t think the new beds do anything. They’re... there. Lmao I think the CAS and buy items are very nice. If we get some cc murphy beds then that would make them a lot more usable tbh.

Anonymous said: how do you and ayoshi keep making some fantastic collabs?? y'all are literally the first people i go to when I make a fresh install and I can't wait to see what you do next

Anonymous said: AxA CC KINGS!!!

Anonymous said: you guys didnt have to snap like that on AxA

Anonymous said: I LOVE EVERY SINGLE PACK U AND AYOSHI DO PLEASE KEEP MAKING MORE

Anonymous said: another iconic ah00b x ayoshi collab YAS LESSGOOOO

We put a bunch of cc ideas (hair and clothes) in a discord server we have together and then work on the stuff together on call usually so each item is the way we both want me. Like for example i’ll be meshing the Ivy top while he works on texturing the ribbed version. We also only do collabs when they happen, we didn’t plan AxA 2019 or this new set, mainly just made cc starting in May and wrapped it up in July to release in August. Then this time we started making stuff late December and got most of it done by the time I got done with my break. Having a planned collab/deadline makes stuff less stressful and the stuff usually turns out better imo

Anonymous said: hi! ur sims are so prettyyyy what skin texture and eyes do u use?

Anonymous said: hi! wcif the eyes of the sim in the edit that Dogsill edited for you please? thank you!

Anonymous said: Hi! I really love the way your sims looks so, I was what skin and eyes you use?

I actually am changing my default eyes so I need to update my resource page soon ;n; but the skins they use are all listed for each sim on the resource page here

Anonymous said: you always name axa packs by the year but this one was named after a season those that mean.... 👀

We are wanting to do something in the fall, just not sure how our lives will be then ya know? There’s a chance that this will be the AxA 2020. Since we weren’t sure I didn’t want to label it that if 2 AxA’s release this year lmao

Anonymous said: what game is the pokemon thing you're playing!? pls help a guy out i'm in love with the art style

Pokemon Sword and Shield (I have shield) for Nintendo Switch. I’ll prob post more pics once I get some new shinies :P

@kristabunny said: lol is it bad that when I saw your Santana hair I read it as Satan Hair XD

tbhhhhh it was lowkey referencing that lmao. I made the hair in October for a speed meshing video and since it was around Halloween I was like “lemme give her an almost demonic name” also Santana from glee is a queen

Anonymous said: Tbh I absolutely adore your female cc but I LIVE for your male cc!!!

Thank you! lmao the only thing I can take full credit for is the AxA male hairs. I mesh the clothes for packs but ayoshi does the texturing for them.

Anonymous said: Could you have a go at the updo Dua Lipa has on the cover of her Future Nostalgia? The high bun with a flick in it and the strands of hair down the sides. Thanks if so :)

I’m not the biggest fan of the hairstyle tbh ;n; but we will see. (Physical is a serve, just saying)

Anonymous said: So ive never played pokemon before until my friend gave me a copy of pokemon moon. I love cats so of course my starter was a litten, but i had no clue about evolutions or anything like that. I was heartbroken when my cute litten turned into some big man cat :(

omg noooo ;n; yeah Litten is a cutie... incineroar is... well I got used to him tbh and kind of like him now? I absolutely hate scorbunny’s evolution (and most of the SWSH starters final evolution) so I think that made incineroar slightly better in my eyes. My shiny litten will be staying a kitten however :)

@multifandom-slytherin said: Hello! I love your cc! Would it be possible for you to make the bangs from your Bree Hair a separate accessory that you can put with other hairs (for example the BG low ponytail)? Thank you so much!

Anonymous said: have u considered making or allowing someone to make an acc version of your handmade bangs?

I have thought of doing accessory bangs tbh, I just like... don’t like using accessory bangs myself. So I’m not sure if I’ll end up doing it. I might try it for myself and see how many hairs they work with, and if it is a decent amount I’ll release.

Anonymous said: First off I want to say how amazing all of your hairs and collabs are! Second I was curious if you ever thought of going back to your old hairs and updating their thumbnails / display indexes so they matched your stuff now?

I really really wanted to have all my 2019 hairs updated by 2020. It was only January 2019-April 2019 that needed updated (thumbnails and display indexes). But I just lost motivation for doing it. I will focus on it next time I have a big break from school. Also planning on updating select stuff from 2018 and 2017.

Anonymous said: please put Sophia Barker in the gallery. PLEASEEEEE it's the most beautiful sim I EVER seen! >:3 PLEASEEE!!!!!!!!!!

She should be on there? I think? Make sure you have CC enabled and if you can’t find me through the gallery her tray files are here

Anonymous said: Hi! After the recent patch I started having a small issue with Bree hair(without bangs), when I zoom out it looks like a completely different hair, something similar to that one basegame hair that's layered with tips pointed outward but longer. Thought I'd let you know, maybe others have had a similar issue or maybe I need to change a setting or something. Love your work so much!

Really surprised this is the first time someone told me about this lmao. The hair should be updated now on SFS/Patreon <3

Anonymous said: I tried to look around for this on your "Asks" portion before bothering you (so sorry), but do you have a link perhaps for all the lips you use on your models? Are they in game or a cc you create? Thanks so much! Love all of your work! I'm super new to cc stuff and I found yours like 2 days ago and have been going nuts with downloads lol

like presets? None of my cc models use a lip preset. I do use this slider on some of them though. For lipsticks, that is listed for each model on my resource page <3

Anonymous said: i’ve been looking for a hair like lexi that i actually like forever and now i find it but it’s for paterson peeps and i’m like actually broke and i’m like :/

im sorry ;n; at least it wasn’t too long of a wait? :/ I hope you liked the hair

Anonymous said: I can't find your jisoo ponytails in your downloads?

they’re in my retired section... may they rest in peace. scroll to the bottom of my downloads and youll see ‘RETIRED.’ click that for the retired download page.

@eclypt-0-sims said: Hi, I recently started making MM hair and I know you're probably an expert at this but; every time I go into CAS to test a hair, all of my accessories clip with the hair. Like the hair texture would cover some glasses if my sim was wearing glasses. I don't know how to fix it, someone told me to delete an eye weight in blender but I don't really understand weight painting that much, any suggestions? love your content btw

this is a late as hell reply i’m sorry. I think that you have texture where the glasses texture would be. Hair texture should only be in hair section or hat section (if you don’t want it hat compatible). Here is a UV map layout that I use for making hair textures. It shouldnt have anything to do with weights

Anonymous said: Do you use reshade when you take previews for your cc? and also is the tropical punch ombre overlay a palette or did you make it?

I do use reshade when I take cc previews. It adds a bit of saturation to my sims and gives them some shadows under their chin/clothes. Nothing major. Also, myself and @imvikai came up with the tropical punch palette together.

@little-eris said: You probably have answered this before but who drew your tumblr icon? I’ve seen the same art style with other simmers 👉🏼👈🏼 it’s super cute!

thank you! here is their twitter

Anonymous said: The male sim in your Tiny Living review looks soo familiar; was there inspiration from anyone IRL? The person he reminds me of isn't even famous so I don't even know! He is very pretty though *-*

He was a gallery sim that I just revamped a bit so I’m honestly not super sure lmao. But he is very attractive yes I agree

that concludes this ask ceremony please collect your things and move to the exit to your left. fvghbjn if you sent something I didn’t answer and it was off anon I’ll get to you soon (person who asked what beards I used for AxA... I see you)

#asks #not me spending an hour doing this #im actually kinda tired now but do i sleep #or do i just stay up... i have class at 12 #it is 7am now

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softyoongiionly · 5 years

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Fear and Dumplings: Chapter Eight

Confronting your fears for a final grade sounds unappealing but, with Yoongi as your partner, things might not be so bad.

Summary: You’re in your final semester at University when your Abnormal Psychology professor assigns you a partnered project surrounding your greatest fears. Lucky for you, your partner just so happens to be a cute boy named Min Yoongi.

Pairing: (sub!) Min Yoongi x (dom!) Reader

Genre: College Au, Underground Rapper! Yoongi, Soft! Yoongi, Fluff!, some moderate angst (later), smut (later later), slow-ish? burn

Word Count: 6.1k

A/N: I really appreciate those of you who have been reading. It means so much to me, I hope you like the new chapter😊

Warnings for this Chapter: very explicit smut aka this is literally just porn with a plot. Also, feelings, feelings and more feelings. You and Yoongi are hella soft for one another. Sub! Yoongi/Dom! reader

Warnings for the Fic: mentions characters confronting their fears, characters in uncomfortable situations, emotional moments between characters, mentions of bad parenting, explicit language throughout the fic, moderate angst, and very explicit smut later in the story.

Chapter 8: Netflix and Dragons?

The next morning, you awoke to the sound of rain against the windows of the car. The sound is calming and accompanied by the familiar hum of morning traffic. You feel a sense of peace as you snuggle further into the warm body underneath you. The events that had transpired the night before played over and over as you tried to contain the sleepy smile that teased your lips. Yoongi’s whimpers, his hands, his throat, the way he spoke to you: it was everything you could have ever wanted. There was a serious urge to pinch yourself to make sure you weren’t dreaming but, you decided against it when you realize that you and Yoongi had fallen asleep in the same position you had fucked in. Your dress still lay on the floor of Yoongi’s back seat and his jeans were still around his ankles. You bit your lip as you took in the sight of Yoongi’s neck which was decorated with at least 3 purple bite marks from your frantic mouth. The color suited his throat entirely too well and, you had to resist the urge to suck more of his tender skin into your mouth. You knew that Yoongi definitely had a few pent up kinks, that much was clear but, you weren’t sure if he would appreciate a hicky as a wakeup call.

“Are you awake?” Yoongi’s gentle voice pulls you out of your daydream as you slowly untuck your face from his neck.

You smile softly at him as you nod, taking in the sight of a well-rested, well-fucked Yoongi aka, the 8th wonder of the world. His blonde hair is a mess atop his head and, his eyes are barely open as he likely isn’t fully awake yet. However, you don’t miss the incredible gummy smile that pops onto his mouth as soon as he sees your face.

“Good morning.” You whisper, your voice barely carrying over the sound of the rain.

“Good morning.” He whispers back, his smile still lingering on his mouth.

You lean forward and press a kiss to his cheek before nodding to his hips that were covered with his black boxers.

“How did you manage to pull those up without moving me?” You ask, your own voice raspy with remnants of sleep.

Yoongi’s cheeks flush, his shoulders moving up as he shrugs.

“You’re a heavy sleeper.” He explains simply. His raspy voice paired with the sound of the rain was heavenly and, you couldn’t remember a time when you felt so relaxed.

“Normally I’m not though; my cat wakes me up at least once a night.” You insist causing Yoongi’s mouth turn up in a soft smile.

“ Well, I’m not a cat.” He quips and you smirk as you lean back on his lap, your fingers coming up to adjust the sides of your bra. At this, Yoongi’s eyes wander over your body for a moment but, not long, his gaze quickly returning to yours as you respond.

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that.”

Yoongi scoffs in mock offense, his hands coming up to pinch your sides, causing you to giggle. Before he can move his hands away, you place yours on top of his, securing them to your hips. His hands, despite the evident chill in the car, were warm and the softness of them felt too nice for you to resist. Yoongi lets a slightly shaky breath out through his nose but, otherwise, retains his composure. His hands settle into place and your heart flutters as you feel his thumbs moving gently against the skin over the front of your hips.

Your hands come up in an attempt to smooth your hair into place but, you only really manage to get it out of your face. Yoongi stays still as he steals a few glances toward you, his eyes soft but, holding something you can’t quite pinpoint. He had taken off his green utility jacket before falling asleep, his black t shirt and chain necklaces seemingly untouched but, his hair definitely told a different story. You hadn’t remembered messing it up so much but, then again, the whole experience had moved so quickly that, you couldn’t totally recount the entire thing.

“Thank you.” Yoongi’s voice brings you out of your head for a moment, your eyes flitting up to his. He’s smiling softly, shyly, as if you gave him something sentimental and secret.

“For what?” A giggle escapes your lips but, you lean closer to his body, your hands resting on his shoulders.

He turns his head to the side and presses his lips against your wrist, his cheeks turning pink, as he searches for his words.

“Last night…” He mumbles, his hands pressing into your hips a little more but, seemingly for his own comfort. “Um…it was…” You watch fondly as he looks for the right words to say, your teeth securing your lip as you tilt your head.

“…it was…special.” He decides and, the slight grimace on his face tells you that he wasn’t satisfied with the word his brain had settled on.

“It was.” You whisper softly, your thumbs beginning to rub gently against his collarbones. Yoongi’s face smooths out as he feels your touch and, he lets the soft smile return to his face. “Do you want to go get coffee? There’s a new place that opened up on 98th that’s really good and, they have a drive-thru.” You add and, at the mention of coffee, Yoongi’s smile grows slightly as he nods.

“Yeah…that sounds good.” He squeezes your hips one last time as you lean in to kiss his cheek. You turn to grab your dress that lay on the floor of the backseat, slipping it over your body before turning to climb back into the front seat. Yoongi bites his lip as he watches you, trying to contain all of the feelings swirling in his chest and, he does his best to pull up his jeans without thinking about how you were pulling them off the night before.

He failed.

He leans over slightly to catch his reflection in the mirror and does his best to smooth his hair out but, honestly, fuck appearances. He had the best sex of his life the night before and, if the state of his hair had to pay the price then, so be it. It was already fried anyway.

You sat in the front seat, pulling on your jacket in attempt to warm up. The rain had calm down significantly but, it was clearly sprinkling outside, the trees that surrounded the viewpoint we’re swaying slightly in the wind and, the city skyline was blurred by all of the water on Yoongi’s windshield. Your phone buzzes in your purse as Yoongi slips into the driver’s seat. Your eyes widen slightly as you remember that the last time you saw Jimin, he was hammered in the back of a taxi.

You open your phone to see a ton of new messages from your group chat and, you’re thankful that Yoongi was distracted by the road because, they were outrageous.

BROS FOR LYFE (Jimin): gubs I mis u

BROS FOR LYFE (Jungkook): gub? Tf is that?

BROS FOR LYFE (Taehyung): I think he means guys? Miss you too Jiminie!

BROS FOR LYFE (Jimin): : ) luv u

BROS FOR LYFE (Taehyung): Jimin, are you drunk?

BROS FOR LYFE (Jungkook): lol this gub is definitely drunk.

BROS FOR LYFE (Jimin): ur drunk,,im jim

BROS FOR LYFE (Jungkook): Hi Jim, I’m Jungkook : )

BROS FOR LYFE (Taehyung): Hi Jim!!!

BROS FOR LYFE (Taehyung): Y/N you never told us you added someone new to the groupchat. I thought it was for bros only : /

BROS FOR LYFE (Jungkook): yeah, and you can’t become a bro until you’ve passed the test…

BROS FOR LYFE (Jimin): guys im bro, promise/ dont be meqnn

BROS FOR LYFE (Taehyung): Give us our bro back Jim! Y/N you were supposed to watch over Jimin and, now he’s been kidnapped!

BROS FOR LYFE (Jungkook): lol

BROS FOR LYFE (Jungkook): when Jimin’s been kidnapped but, Y/N is sleeping.

BROS FOR LYFE (Jimin): Y/N not sleepoing shes getting dick

BROS FOR LYFE (Taehyung): SHES GETTING WHAT??????????

BROS FOR LYFE (Taehyung): WITH WHO????

BROS FOR LYFE (Jungkook): lol Y/N can’t have sex, she’s allergic…..RIGHT Y/N???????????

BROS FOR LYFE (Jimin): agust d <3

BROS FOR LYFE (Taehyung): She’s getting dicked down by man named August?

BROS FOR LYFE (Jungkook): fuck, now I’m really concerned

BROS FOR LYFE (Taehyung): Y/N YOU BETTER ANSWER US

BROS FOR LYFE (Jungkook): I’m going back to Overwatch, this is traumatic

BROS FOR LYFE (Jimin): time to gg sleeplove u guys

BROS FOR LYFE (Taehyung): JIMIN YOU CAN”T JUST DROP A BOMB LIKE THIS AND LEAVE???

BROS FOR LYFE (Jimin): ^-^

You let out an airy laugh as you read through the chat, shaking your head at your friends. Yoongi glances over at you, smirking curiously.

“What?” He murmurs

“Jimin told my friends where I was last night and, now they all think I had sex with a man named August.” You explain, giggling as you open the messages to finally respond.

Yoongi’s rickety laugh fills the car as he shakes his head but, you don’t miss the familiar blush on his cheeks.

“Please make sure they know my name isn’t August…” Yoongi pleads as he makes the sharp turn onto the main road.

You nod, laughing as your thumbs type out your response.

BROS FOR LYFE: His name isn’t August. If you guys want to know more, I’m free to FaceTime after 7. Please save your questions, comments, and concerns until then.

Jimin, you better be drinking the orange juice I sent to your house last night.

Love you, ya weirdos.

You slip your phone back into your purse and, lean back into the seat smirking softly to yourself as you feel your phone vibrate. Your friends are impatient. However, you weren’t sure how long you’d be spending with Yoongi so, you didn’t want to spend it on your phone.

“Right here?” Yoongi asks softly, nodding to the brick building on the right side of the street.

“Yeah that’s it.” You respond smiling, eager to get some caffeine in you after a long night.

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Yoongi had ordered an extra-large iced Americano and you had ordered your usual but, both of you decided to pair your coffee with buttery croissants. Yoongi pays and stated that “this doesn’t count as one of the next three times just so we’re clear” he also may have thrown in an “I’m a rich man now” which caused you to laugh heartily and agree.

“So, now that you’re a rich man, how do you plan on spending your Saturday?” You ask him as the two of you pull out of the drive thru.

“I have to keep working on my composition project but, I wasn’t planning on doing it until later. I’m normally not awake this early.” He explains, his eyes brighter after taking a drink of his Americano. A smirk plays on his lips as he opens his mouth to say something before closing it again.

“What?” You press, your head jerking in his direction.

“Nothing.” He brushes you off but, the playful smile doesn’t really leave his lips. “What about you? Any plans?”

“I have a study group at 4 for my Minority Relations final but, I usually try and relax on Saturdays.” You respond, happily sipping your drink. “There’s a documentary on Netflix that I’ve been wanting to watch though, so I might do that.”

“What’s it about?”

“Dragons.” You say dramatically, fluttering your fingers at him.

Yoongi chuckles, leaning away from your hand as he shakes his head.

“You’re ridiculous.” He mutters through his rickety laugh, stealing another glance in your direction.

You shrug, simply, not bothering to refute his claim as you take a bite of your croissant.

“I like to watch educational content from time to time, I’ve gotta keep my mind sharp or these last few months of school will turn my brain to mush.” You elaborate, giggling lightly as you nod towards the parking structure near your building. “You should come watch it though; dragons and rappers have a lot in common.”

“A documentary on dragons is not educational content.” He retorts, his brows raised, his tone final before a laugh breaks through his rebuttal. “What do dragons and rappers have in common?”

“They both spit fire.” You answer immediately smirking, the pride from a well delivered dad joke overwhelming you.

Yoongi’s eyes widen momentarily and he opens his mouth, looking disgusted with you. You giggle at his reaction, taking another sip of your drink as he shakes his head.

“Not all rappers spit fire.” He mutters and, you can tell he is stifling a laugh as the joke finally settles.

“Baby dragons don’t spit fire, they have to learn, so, not all dragons spit fire either.” You retort, trying to contain your excitement as Yoongi pulls into your buildings parking structure.

“I didn’t realize you were dragon expert.” He smirks, his tone sarcastic and challenging.

“I’m an expert on a lot of things.”

Yoongi’s brow raises, intrigued and challenging, as he looks for a parking spot.

“Oh she’s an expert in a lot of things…” He muses before nodding to you, still smirking. “Do tell...”

You think over his request for a moment before answering.

“I’m pretty well versed in getting A’s on papers I write the night before they’re due, cooking perfect pasta, hangover cures, moral support, secret keeping, making you cum so hard your eyes water….”You let the last one slip out as casually as you can muster and, you feel the car jerk slightly as Yoongi’s foot accidentally taps the break too hard. “…things like that.” You finish smirking as Yoongi pulls into an available space.

“You’re gonna kill me.” He mutters, letting out a breath.

You giggle, looking over at him, delighting in the fact that at a moment’s notice, you’re able to fluster him.

“What a way to go.” You quip, finishing up the last of your drink before undoing your seatbelt.

Yoongi rolls his eyes, his cheeks flushed before following your lead and stepping out.

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“I wish dragons were real.” You mumble to yourself, eyes glued to the screen, your brow furrowed.

You and Yoongi had made it up to your apartment and, after changing into some sweat-shorts and a t shirt, you had offered Yoongi one of your many hoodies to change into. He had, of course, gladly accepted your offer as it was pretty cold in your apartment (also they smelled like you and, Yoongi really loved the way you smelled but, of course he kept this part to himself as he slipped the neck of the hoodie over his head.) You were now currently snacking on your favorite homemade caramel corn that you had made and, nestled under your crème colored cable knit blanket.

“Oh yeah, that’s all the world needs right now, capitalism, world hunger and, giant fire breathing flying monsters.” Yoongi grumbles. You were tucked into his side, his arm wrapping around you tighter as another CGI image of a dragon pops onto the screen.

“Are you afraid of dragons Yoongi?” Your eyes are alight with mischief as you pinch Yoongi’s side lightly, causing him to jerk away from you, scoffing.

“No, obviously not, they’re just so loud...”He defends, his expression offended that you could suggest such a thing. You nod pensively, stifling the giggle that bubbles in your throat.

“They are pretty loud...” You concede, placating him, smiling fondly at his furrowed brow and pouty lips.

“Exactly.” Yoongi mutters, cuddling into you further, his frown deepening as another dragon roars on the screen.

God, he really was like an angry little kitten.

The two of you settled into a comfortable silence, entranced in the documentary playing on your TV. You couldn’t believe the events of the last 24 hours and, you had to tell yourself not to overtthink what might be happening between you and Yoongi. You had a tendency to want an explanation for every unanswered question that popped into your head but, this time, you wanted to try and live in the moment. You liked Yoongi and, he apparently, liked you too. That’s all that mattered.

Yoongi could sense you were distracted but, rather than comment on it, he chooses instead to press a kiss to your cheek. You smile as you feel his lips, turning to place your own against his, your hand coming up to touch his cheek. Yoongi lets out a sigh as he feels your lips, his movements slow and deliberate as he deepens the kiss slightly. Your noses nudge one another as you shift in your seated position to gain better access to his lips. You’re almost annoyed at the throbbing between your legs that comes all too soon.

Yoongi’s lips were dangerous.

The kiss between the two of you breaks as you move your lips to the side to kiss the arm that was wrapped around you.

You press a kiss his bicep, smiling into it, relishing in the fact that the “hot guy from psych” was currently cuddled up on your couch, wearing your sweatshirt.

You place a few more kisses down his sweater-covered arm before your lips finally reach his wrist. Yoongi’s cologne lingers on the delicate skin of his there and, you can’t resist the urge to press a kiss underneath the cuff of the sweater. It was then, you felt his pulse point hammering wildly against his skin. His heart was pounding and, you had barely touched him.

“Are you ok?” You murmur softly against his wrist and, you feel his pulse pick up even more. You press another kiss to it, as if to soothe the rapid beating of his heart but, it’s useless.

“Y...yeah.” He manages to utter one word and, you can feel that his gaze still hasn’t left you.

You let your lips trail up the skin of his thumb, pressing another kiss at the base of it before moving towards his finger tip. Yoongi’s thumb seems to follow your mouth as if the two were magnetized, and when your lips finally reach the tip of it, Yoongi positions his thumb between your lips.

It’s a request not a demand and, you feel your panties grow damp at how well-mannered he is.

You take his thumb into your mouth, coaxing your tongue against the bottom of it and, Yoongi shutters, imaging how your mouth would feel if it was wrapped around another part of him. His hips shift beneath the blanket, his dick starting to swell in his boxers as you lave your tongue against his finger. You suck on his thumb, paying attention to the lines and curves of his hand as you allow him a taste of what your mouth feels like. You couldn’t help the way Yoongi made you feel. He made you feel powerful and, sexy and, depraved all at the same time. You wanted to devour him and, let him devour you. Yoongi hooks his thumb against the inside of your cheek, pulling your face towards him before leaning in and pressing his lips to yours. The kiss was different than the one you shared yesterday: it was slow, deliberate, and sensual. It felt as though you had all the time in the world.

Yoongi tasted like caramel corn and, you found yourself leaning into him more and more as the kiss deepened. Your hand comes up to caress Yoongi’s cheek, earning a shutter from him in the process as you move that same hand back into his hair. You turn your body and, move to sit on your knees, Yoongi’s neck craning to keep his lips attached to your own as if it was his lifeline. Yoongi makes a small sound at the back of his throat, only egging you on further as you suck his bottom lip between your own. At this, Yoongi lets out another shudder, his hands coming up to grip your hips for support. Your free hand comes out to brace yourself against Yoongi’s chest and you smirk into his mouth as you feel his heartbeat drumming wildly against your hand.

“Your heart is beating so fast Yoongi, should I kiss it?” You whisper against his mouth causing him to melt beneath you, nodding eagerly in response, his words caught in the back of his throat.

You take your time, kissing and biting down the silky skin of his neck and, nibbling gently on his collarbones.

His entire body is buzzing with desire, his jeans feeling tighter as his dick swells with every motion of your mouth, his hands squeezing your hips desperately as he tries to hold on to some sense of composure.

Your lips finally reach his chest, your eyes looking up to meet his. His normally chocolate eyes are black with need, his cheeks flushed pink, a light sheen of sweat on his forehead; it’s exactly how he’s meant to look. You bite you lip, never breaking his gaze as you pull the sweater off of his body, pleased to see that he wasn’t wearing his t shirt underneath it. Yoongi pushes a hand through the hair that had fallen in his face, his breathing ragged as he stares back at you. You smirk down at him, before leaning in and placing a few wet kisses against his pulsating chest, your hands coming up to brush lightly against his ribs. Yoongi squirms beneath you but, makes no complaints outside of his breath catching in his throat. His stomach trembles at your ministrations and, you bite your lip, looking up at him.

“Your stomach is quivering Yoongi, should I kiss you there too?” You whisper, still kissing at his chest.

“Fuck...” He whispers as his head falls back against the couch, a small whimper behind his lips as he nods once again but, this time he manages to respond properly, “You can do whatever you want to me...”

This makes your brows raise in curiosity, your motions stopping momentarily.

“Whatever I want huh?”

He nods again, his eyes desperate as he looks down at you, his tongue licking over his puffy lips.

“Whatever the fuck you want.” He affirms, his tone slightly more intense as his hands tighten on your hips.

Your resolve breaks slightly as you lean in to his lips, his shaky breath puffing against your mouth. You kiss him again, softer this time, swallowing another one of his whimpers as your tongue lightly brushes against his.

You lick your lips, contemplating as you lean back on Yoongi’s lap, deciding it was a good time to take off your t-shirt. Your nipples harden as your skin is exposed to the cool air in your living room. Yoongi’s eyes don’t leave yours, staring into them, as he resists the urge to look at your bare chest for the first time.

“Can I look at you?” He murmurs, his voice trembling slightly, his thumbs rubbing over the skin of your hips. You bite your lip as you feel the damp spot on Yoongi’s jeans, signaling that not only was he hard but, dripping for you.

You don’t answer him, instead, you place your hand on his chin, angling his eyes toward your breasts, arching your back slightly. Yoongi lets out a shaky sigh, licking his lips hungrily as he takes in the sight of you. He shakes his head, his eyes a light in adoration.

“You’re beautiful...” He whispers, his hands sliding up your sides, glancing at your face for signs of disapproval and, when he found none, his hands continue their journey up your body. Before settling just below your breasts. He looks up at you again, meeting your gaze that held the same amount of adoration for him.

“Can I touch you?”

At his question, you take his hands in yours, your eyes leaving his as you place his hands ontop of your breasts. Yoongi, sucks his bottom lip into his mouth as he attempts to control another whimper in the back of his throat. His hands take their time as he squeezes your supple breasts in his hands, his thumbs brushing over your nipples gently as his hips grind up against you once more. You could feel your swollen clit throbbing in your underwear and couldn’t remember a time where you had been more turned on.

You feel Yoongi’s soft fingertips pinch your nipples and, for the first time you find yourself whimpering at his touch. As soon as the sound breaks past your lips, Yoongi shudders, his lips suddenly attaching themselves to your neck, kissing and sucking into your skin, desperately, his fingers pinching your nipples again, his hips moving more deliberately against yours.

“Please fuck me...” He whispers through his kisses, his hands working your tits as, Yoongi pleads with you. “I really need it jagi, please...will you?” His eyes look up into your own as he pauses between his assault on your neck. His gaze is glossy, uncontrolled and, unashamed as he begs, his lips finding your own as he starts kissing at your mouth.

“Please jagi...I need to hear you again, I need to feel it...jagi...can I? Can I feel your pussy again? I promise I’ll be good jagi...I’ll make it so good for you, I’ll be a good man for you jagi. Please fuck me...please fuck me...” He’s completely lost it at this point and, you don’t even fully comprehend what’s happening outside of his lips. His words are shattering you, enchanting you and, you feel so overwhelmed with lust that you feel like you’re going to burst.

All you can do is nod, moving off of Yoongi for the moment that it takes you to remove the rest of your clothes. Yoongi wastes no time in removing his jeans and boxers, his swollen dick hitting his stomach as he does. He winces, letting out a sigh of relief, no doubt uncomfortable from being hard in his tight jeans for so long.

You look at him from your standing position, the two of you observing one another completely naked for the first time. Yoongi shakes his head, overwhelmed, his palms itching as he reaches out for you. You take his hands as you move to straddle his hips once again, his hardened dick resting against the outside of your pussy. Yoongi’s lips find yours again as he kisses you harder than before, sweat forming on his forehead, causing his platinum strands to stick there slightly.

“Ask me again...” You whisper, sucking his bottom lip into your mouth again because, its too fucking hard to resist.

Yoongi nods obediently, his hands roaming all over your back and hips, inching towards your ass as he speaks.

“Can I have your pussy again? Please?” His begging is muffled slightly around your mouth as you nibble on his bottom lip.

At his request, you reach down between the two of you, gripping his length in your palm and position it at your entrance. You look into Yoongi’s eyes, staring into them as you slowly sink down on his thick length. You shudder as you feel him pulsing inside of you, slowly adjusting to him as he whimpers pitifully beneath you, his glossy eyes never leaving yours.

“Thank you...” He moans shakily, his narrow hips flexing up to meet yours, grinding sinfully, his dick angling right up against the spongey spot inside of you. You nod in response, unable to form many words as you lean in, kissing him deeply, your hands taking his and pinning them up on either side of his head. Yoongi whimpers against your mouth, his dick throbbing at your dominance as he grinds up harder against you.

“Does it feel good baby?” You whisper into his mouth and at a certain swivel of your hips, Yoongi’s dark eyes roll back into his head. The right corner of his mouth is wet with drool as he tries his best to open his eyes again to meet yours.

“so...fucking...good.” He manages, his hips moving more desperately as he starts to chase his high “You fuck me so good...I didn’t...know it could be so good.” He confesses, his words sending you hurling towards your own high as you moan into his mouth.

His eyes open and a look of determination plays in his gaze as he starts fucking up into you.

“I love the sounds you make jagi...wanna feel you cum around me. Can you do that jagi? Can you cum around my dick?” His voice is a whimper but, the movements of his hips suggest that he is anything but, weak underneath you.

“Fuck...Yoongi...” You moan softly, your hands squeezing his own as you ride him, the cheap couch underneath the two of you shifting slightly with your movements. You could feel your hair sticking to the back of your neck, the sweat collecting on your body and, although the two of you likely looked like a mess, you had never cared less in your entire life. The only thing that mattered was the unbelievable feeling between you and Yoongi.

Yoongi’s lips are exploring your neck, sucking and licking over you as his hips grind into yours.

“How do you taste so good everywhere jagi? It’s not fair...what you do to me...it’s not fair.” Yoongi was out of it, his voice scratchy and almost animalistic as he sucks a mark into your neck, nuzzling against as you let out another moan. His dick throbs inside of you at the sound and this causes you to smirk.

“You like it when I make noise don’t you?” You whisper teasingly and all he does is grunt in response, nodding weakly as he whimpers again.

“Are you close?” you whisper urgently, your swollen clit tingling as you grind it against his pubic bone, the feeling coupled with Yoongi’s dick, starting to send you over the edge.

“I’ve been close since I felt your pussy around me...” He admits, his hips snapping as he fucks into you. “Can...can I...? Will you cum with me?” He pleads

You nod eagerly, grinding down to meet his hips, chills erupting over your skin as you feel the beginning of an intense orgasm.

“Cum with me...” You affirm and the moment you give permission, you feel Yoongi tense up beneath you, his narrow hips flexing twice as he spills inside of you, his fingers squeezing yours almost painfully.

“Fuck...” He whimpers softly, his eyes watering yet again as his head lulls back against the couch, his eyes shutting as he rides out his high. His dick throbs inside of you as you contract around him, your own orgasm swimming in your lower region. Your clit pulses through its entirety, your body growing weaker as you use the last of your energy to press yourself into Yoongi’s hips one last time.

Your hands slip out of Yoongi’s as you slump against his trembling body, your own breathing not fairing much better. Tucking yourself into his neck, you move slightly so, he slips out of you, both of you wincing at the loss of contact. He brings a shaky hand up, moving your hair off of your sweaty forehead so he can press his lips to it. The gesture makes your heart tighten and you press your lips against whatever part of him you manage to reach. The two of you take a moment to come down, the only sound being your breath for awhile before Yoongi speaks

“Your phone’s ringing.” He says softly, his voice still not back to normal.

You pull back, steadying yourself against him for a moment before turning to see that someone from your study group was calling you.

“Shit.” You whisper, hoping that you hadn’t lost track of time.

You clear your throat before swiping to answer the call.

“Hello?”

It was one of your study group members letting you know that the group had decided to meet at a café on Lock Avenue verses meeting at your usual place. The conversation was brief and pleasant but, it unfortunately brought you out of your own little world and back to reality. When your phone call ends, you turn to the couch, where a naked, fucked out Yoongi was still laying, seemingly still in recovery mode.

You giggle at his languid state, your eyes lit up in fondness as you observe him. His eyes glance up at you, amusement prominent in them as he nods in your direction.

“What?” He presses, smirking at you, his hand on his bare stomach, his dick softened slightly between his legs.

“Nothing, you just look good.” You say simply, leaning down to place a kiss to his lips and, he responds with as much enthusiasm as he can, clearly still exhausted. The clock on your phone read 3:28 and, this sadly meant that you had to start getting ready for your study group. Yoongi, of course, was very understanding, his movements slow as he slipped his clothes back on and, helped throw some of the trash away.

Once the two of you were dressed and your living room was mostly tidied, you walked Yoongi to your front door, taking your time as you did, not wanting to say your goodbyes.

“We never finished the documentary...” Yoongi points out, smirking knowingly at the main menu of Netflix that was currently displayed on the TV. You shrug, unashamed, your eyes glancing towards it before looking back at Yoongi.

“We had better things to do besides, you still owe me three more meals remember? I’m sure we’ll finish it sooner or later.” You nudge him as the two of you approach your door and, Yoongi takes this an opportunity to pull you closer, still smirking as he nods.

“That’s very true, don’t even bring your wallet out the next time we meet up.” He insists, looking at you sternly causing you to giggle.

“Fine...” You concede

Yoongi looks pleased with your answer before he looks toward the door uneasily, biting his lip, his eyes showing a bit of nerves that you hadn’t seen in awhile.

“Listen...um... I’m not really the hooking up type so,” His hand comes up to scratch the back of his neck, his eyes looking away from yours as he continues his thought, “if it’s alright with you, I’d like to see where this goes. I know we don’t have a lot of time right now but, I’d like to keep things going...if you want to, that is.”

You smile warmly, tilting his head back to yours, pressing a kiss to his lips before nodding.

“I want to.” You murmur, kissing his lips again, followed by his nose and his cheeks.

Yoongi smiles his gummy smile, and this makes your heart explode into a thousand pieces.

“Good luck tonight, I can’t wait to hear your project when its all finished, I’m sure it’s amazing.” You say as you open the door for him.

“Thank you, I’ll make sure to send you a copy when it’s all done.” He promises, his cheeks flushed at your compliment before, he looks reluctantly towards the door. “I hope your study group goes well, just a few more exams and we’ll be out of here. I’ll see you on Tuesday yeah?” He asks but, before you can answer he sneaks in another kiss, causing you to giggle.

“See you Tuesday. You better not sleep through your alarm.” You tease against his lips and, he pulls back offended, his hand to his chest.

“Me? Oversleep? I would never.” He insists before pecking your lips once more, his smile warm as he pulls away.

You shake your head in disbelief as he does, trying to contain the smile that keeps breaking through your features.

“Bye Yoongi.” You whisper as he turns to head down the hallway

“Bye Y/N.” He murmurs back, smiling as he makes his way to the elevator.

To quote the drunk texting Park Jimin, ‘agust d <3.’

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taeminie · 4 years

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ali my love, 8, 25, 40 for your asks and i hope you’ve had a wonderful day! 💗

hiii kylieee my beautiful angel 💗 💗 💗 i had a v chill day i just got surprised by period cramps sadly :( but its ok ill live

8. Best trip you’ve ever been on?

i went to europe in 2018 bc my mom was living there so me and my sister went to visit her but my brother and his gf live in madrid since 2007 so we did madrid-genova-florencia-roma-lisboa and it was like the best thing in the world ever we went during august and half of september and the weather was soo nice we went to so many beaches as well and i was just enjoying everyday. i also took italian lessons at a school 3x a week so it was such a fun and unforgettable experience.

25. Do you have pets? Talk about something sweet about them!

omg yes i have a schnauzer i think ive talked about him before but he used to be my aunt’s and then my aunt left him with us bc she would travel a lot and couldn’t take him so me, my sister and my dad we took him into our house and he’s literally soo happy with us and hes the light of my eyes.

40. Who’s your closest friend? What do you love about them?

my closest friend irl is this guy i only met in 2018 but we became so close and we saw each other every day and talked everyday and he just knows way too much about me and viceversa and he’s the one i miss the most in the lockdown. gotta love that mlm/wlw solidarity

thank u for ur ask bb and im sending u the biggest hug!!!

#clytmnstra #kylie #ask tag #reply

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dear--charlie · 4 years

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Dear Charlie,

Date: Wednesday, August 14, 2019 Time: 11:56 pm

I’m curious. Does anyone look forward to reading my letters? -calls out- “Anyone?” -dead silence emits so deafening, I stop talking-

So.. I was reading letters I have sent you. And, shit. The people who take the time to read these letters must think I am selfish.

All I talk about are men, my attraction to men, my desire to have a girlfriend, or whatever.

Which, if y'all know me, you KNOW, I’m going to get back to it.

But for a short bit, let’s talk about things that aren’t guys or girls.

Here are a number of facts about me you, Charlie, and other people reading this may not know about…

I’m very unsatisfied with my weight. I weigh about 195 pounds, and am working to drop to 120 pounds. I don’t feel attractive in my skin. I can’t see my vag anymore.

I haven’t orgasmed ever. I am 24 fucking years old. Why the fuck haven’t I cum yet? God..

Happier topics, Mare. Okay. There is this app I use called SLOWLY, where you create a username, and bio about yourself. You can start sending letters to people across the world. I’ve had letters coming in from China, India especially, the U.K., Australia, Taiwan, Russia, Portugal, tip of Africa. So many letters. And, you do get standard. ‘Yo baby. Send me nudes.’ This one guy got clever and asked me for nudes in Morse Code. I kindly sent him back to go fuck himself. The only person who gets to see my beautiful breasts is me, and the barren vag, cause I swear to myself, I never ever see Nic. (<– Sorry. No talk of guys for the next few paragraphs). The issue is.. like, there is an option where you can send three letters at a time. With an intro letter. One night, I thought it would he fun (WORST. MISTAKE. EVER.) to send 15 letters. (Keep in mind about 4 of the many letters I have sent, do I keep up a regular correspondence with. So, add 15 potential regular friends, and you have a recipe for disaster). Omgosh, Charlie + readers: I never have time to respond to these letters. Damnit, me. Why the fuck did you do that?

Okay. I started a new job. Yeah. You heard right. The ever so fucking afflicted depressed, intoroverted, frustrated, book crazy, bisexual who cant hold down a job, found a new one. Through a temp agency. I work with ______ _____ ____, at _____ _____, which is just 10 minutes from my house. The job is way better than the piece of shit I put up with for 6 mths. I love the different calls we get. But the mother fucking training at this call centre was mother flipping shit. There are so many 'processes’ you have to remember when helping a 'guest’ with a request that I want to cry. (I hope I keep at the job). Please fucking pray for me.

Did you know I didn’t always used to curse the way I do? Throughout high school, I would only curse when I would get hurt (like for example that time an anvil crushed my toe. Lol. This totally didnt happen. Though, this one time. I cut myself on this chunk of thick glass from a broken lamp at 12 urs old, that I was taking to the dumpster. It sliced my thigh, blood was gushing out I imagine. I started screaming. My mom, uncle, and cousin freaked the fuck out. I obviously lived to tell the tale. Y'all should see the scar.) And then I was influenced by boys (since I only hung out with guys through the last two years of high school) to curse. And now, I can’t seem to stop.

I make weird posts on Whisper. My username is ______ For anyone who wants to chat with me about my crazy life, follow me on ____ at @_______. Lol. (I hope y'all know when I include the blanks I’m being funny).

What other facts to share.. I made a friend on Slowly, but work really got me busy, plus I am always freaking tired. I didn’t respond for nine days with a letter, and I noticed she deactivated her account. It really hurt. Her name was Becca. She was trans, but didn’t tell her crazy conservative family. 19, super sweet. Liked video games and Eminem for a bit. I seriously miss her.

Other facts.. Did I mention (no, of course you didn’t mention Mare. All you ever talk about are failed relationships, current relationships, or almost relationships), I’m looking to learn Italian AND Spanish? Of course! Why the hell wouldn’t I try to influence my American self with my Mexican self? (Totally Hispanic in case y'all cohldn’t guess. My mom says I speak Spanish like a white girl. Well, shit… Time to go to Mexico and get ridiculed for being too white and not knowing Spanish or customs) Joking aside, I’m looking forward to teaching myself Spanish and Italian. (Don’t tell the family, but I prefer Italy over Mexico).

Y'all ready to get to the real reason why y'all stick through my letters?

Nic doesn’t want me to explore my bi side. Ken hasn’t been on Skype for a month. I miss him.. (Great, conflicted Mary is back again). Did I mention that today is my 3rd year anniversary with the Nicholas? Totally is. What did we do to celebrate? I woke up at 5 in the morning, waited for him to show up at 6, and ate tacos in my apartment parking lot. Then, I went to work, and he went home to sleep. We are going to Bastrop for the weekend which is just 20 minutes from my grandparents. Maybe I should go visit. (Why the hell don’t I call my family? Am I really that fucking self absorbed? Family trumps dudes any fucking day..) and I hope the trip is nice. I just texted him like 45 min ago of us drifting apart. Because… he will talk about things that seriously, Charlie, I could give two fucks about, then we will talk about ice cream, for example, and he goes off on a tangent about something little do with ice cream. Sometimes, I feel like I guilty stay with him because I do fucking love him, but I could be holding myself back from experiencing new things.

I want to write more. Bare with me for a moment, Charlie. Okay, I’m back. (That was a second break, in real time in case y'all were wondering)

My thoughts aren’t flowing as well. I wish I knew a friend who was bi or a lesbian who would like to explore with me. And not have it change things.

So, I have a shit sleep schedule. I’ll come home at 5 ish in the evening. I’ll sit in traffic for twenty min. Come home. Eat something. Fall asleep by 7. Wake up at 10, and stay awak indefinitely. Then wake up at 6, and start over. (What is wrong with me?)

Oh. More breaks from relationship shit. I saw a therapist. Three visits. It was nice. His name is Tim. (Had to stop because I literally have no fucking time to see a dr anymore psychologist or medical, because my schedule is a fucking bitch). He graduated from Harvard! That is awesome. His attire was well groomed, always. I never told him he intimidated me because of that. But he was a nice guy. Time to go to psychologytoday.com to look for weekend available therapists who take my insurance. I hope if I am to become a psychologist, that I’m a tiny better than Tim. He was lovely, I was just unnerved by someone focusing such time on me. But, that is kind of what he is paid for? So….

Oh. Have I mentioned at all to you, Charlie about how I want to start a YouTube channel? I want to read stories I find on the internet. Annnd, I’m pretty excited. I get my mic maybe with next weeks paycheck.

I feel like there is more to add. For anyone you may have lost touch with over the years, Charlie, does the thought of that person and the memories you shared together ever make you cry? I found a CD an old friend left to me for my birthday. And it broke my heart that we aren’t close anymore. I feel like I .. let my true relationships go in my worst state of mind.. And, I miss her so much. It really really hurts. I’m crying just thinking about it.

Also, I’m not sure if I mentioned, there are rare cases where I will laugh so hard at something I found to be funny, that I make others worried or uncomfortable. But the laughter turns to sobbing (sobbing such as my mom dying, or my brother getting hit by a car, or someone killing me) just as severe. I tried asking like crazy, and no one seems to know. That is, until a month ago, a friend from the meetings I go to (please tell me I’m not so vapid that I forgot to tell you I go to Monday meetings with DBSA for my depression) showed me what I have.. which I forgot the name of. But it is a treatable condition. Something to do with sensitivity.

I can’t hear well out of my right ear. I need to see a doctor.

Thanks to those who stayed with me this far.

I hope to have more news on my relationship status.

I seriously have like two friends on Tumblr. Why do I use this app again?

I love you, Charlie

Always,

Mary

#dear charlie #Mary

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brutal-out-here · 5 years

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Summary of This Year+ A Thank You:

Summary:

This year started off with me obsessing over this band ccalled New Hope Club[check them out if u haven't yet]. Then in early March I started listening to another band called The Vamps[go check them out]. But really most of the first few months it was just boring 7th grade.

Then it was the end of May when I realized that my then crush wasn't worth it. If he didn't seen to even notice me anymore then I should care about him. So I had written a song called Let Things Go and moved on. I was happy!

Then my summer consisted of my being lazy and watching Hannah Montana lol. I was totally find with that.

Then it was the beginning of August when my internet friend, Sara ,made me actually sit down and listen to One Direction lol. I always said I hated them because when they first became popular and everyone loved them and I wanted to be different lol. I was an idiot kid. But u finally gave into actually amiting I liked them. And now I also listen to Harry, Niall, and Louis' solo stuff.

Then I found out I got a chance to take 2 9th grade classes!!

Then in September the same friend got me into Why Don't We[go check them out]! Zach is my favorite, Sara and I share Corbyn lol

Then on September 22nd I had the best day I'd my life. I finally saw Taylor for the FIRST TIME!!!!

And then literally on the 1st of October I realised I liked someone from one of my 9th grade classes. So there's that....

Then in November the same friend made me listen to 5 Seconds Of Summer. I love them so much now! I'm actually listening to them as type this. Michael is my favorite, my friend and I are sharing Ashton, and I somewhat like Luke. Then I feel bad for leaving out Calum oops lol.

And now it leads us to today. The same friend again, ya I owe her a lot, has gotten me to start listening to P!ATD on the 28th and I actually like the first few I've heard so far.

Overall I've realised this entire year has been mainly me finally realizing who I am. I always thought I wasn't the real me because I appeared "shy" in class compared to me being crazy around my friends. But I've realized that's really who I am. And I'm okay with that. Which leads me to say something about a post I made at the end of last year on Swifties amino:

I fulfilled my hopes. If only I could tell myself from last year all I'd realize this year. This year has really been if not one of, the BEST year of my entire life!!

A Thank You:

I've only been on Tumblr for about 9 months, but those have been the best 9 months.

I've had so many laughs and not gonna lie I've cried a few times when someone had tagged me in a post that was a thank you post or something like that.

Ya I've had some rude people come across in these past few months, but there seems to to be way more amazing people I've come across.

I want to thank everyone who came across my blog and liked a post/rebloged a post/comment something on a post[nicely wise lol]/ and/or followed me. You guys have no idea how grateful I am of every single one of you even if you have no idea who I was and just liked something because someone else rebloged something of mine.

@euphoric-swift : You're been one of my best friends if u didn't know that already. You are amazing! You're one of the few people that actually can put up with my random messages about random things lol. And you've been a big part of making this the best year of my life! If it wasn't for you I wouldn't have ever given One Direction/and their solo stuff a chance, I wouldn't have actually listened to Why Don't We, and I would have never listened to 5 Seconds of Summer. So I thank you so so much!! ♥️

@chainroundmyneck13 : we haven't talked much, but you are also one of the very few people that could actually stand me lol. You truly are a great friend! ♥️

@ontheoutsidelooking-swift : we dont talk much, but I always see you on my dash/in my notifications. You're definitely one of my favorite people on here. We really need to talk more! ♥️

@imhereonthekitchenfloor : We've only kinda just ment but I can already tell ur amazing. You being my Secret Santa was one of my favorite things about this month. You were a genius about making every first letter of ur ask spell out ur user name! So thank you ♥️

@taylorswiftdebut : I've only just met you but I can already tell you are so nice. Ur post that u made a Playlist for me was so nice and made me so happy. We need to talk more in the future!♥️

And there's so many more people that I always see on my dash/in my notifications and you all mean a lot to me!

I hope 2019 will be one of the best years of y'alls life! You all deserve it. I love you all♥️ Happy New Year 🎉✨🎇✨🎊

This year really has been the best year of my life! And I hope it continues in 2019.

After this whole amazing year I'm so so happy I can really say:

:) ♥️I'm Doing Better Than I Ever Was♥️ :)

#raineyrambles #happy new year everyone #my friends #my friends are amazing #about.me #new years

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ryukoishida · 6 years

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QZGS|The King’s Avatar Fic: In which something nice happens to our birthday boy.

Title: Ágúst Fandom: The King’s Avatar / Quan Zhi Gao Shou Character(s)/Pairing(s): YuHuang Summary: Since his birthday happens during the summer break, Huang Shaotian is used to spending this day by himself, receiving messages and mailed gifts from his teammates and other pro-player friends in the Alliance. And without fail, his captain will always be the first to wish him a happy birthday, but this year seems a little different. [Takes place during the summer between S9 and S10] Part: 1/1 Rating: PG-13 A/N: Gasp. Me, writing something in canon-verse? Amazing. Literally just… mindless, cheesy fluff. Happy birthday to our beloved chatty Sword Saint! And happy birthday to @andthenabanana~

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[Flowing Cloud]: Happy birthday, Huang Shao! Did you receive the package I sent you???

[Troubling Rain]: Thx, Xiao Lu! And yeah i did… Speaking of which, how do u figure im gonna finish all those snacks by myself, kid?!

A few days ago, the famed Sword Saint of Team Blue Rain had received an express delivery parcel from an unknown address in Taiwan: a giant box of local snack varieties from the team’s young swordsman. Placed atop of the rainbow packages of Kaui Che pork and beef jerky, fruit jellies, honey layer cakes, sugar and spice nougats, pineapple cakes, and for some strange reason, Alishan tea leaves, was a birthday card — and not just any plain, ol’ greeting card either. The brat had chosen the kind that played obnoxiously loud tinkling rendition of “Happy Birthday to You” when the receiver flipped open the card.

Huang Shaotian quickly snapped the card shut and winced at the horrid echo of the melody that had sounded especially strident in his quiet apartment, and one corner of his lips couldn’t help but lift upward into a heartfelt smile.

[Troubling Rain]: i cant stop eating those pineapple cakes and this is all ur fault, so u better buy more and bring them to the dorm after summer break! And whats up with the tea leaves? Im not captain, u know I dont drink that bitter stuff :(

[Flowing Cloud]: The tea is my mom’s contribution, I swear! Maybe you can give them to captain if you really don’t want it?

[Troubling Rain]: well…. in that case, thank ur mom for me, ok?

[Flowing Cloud]: Will do! ;) Anyway, I have to go now.

[Troubling Rain]: aight. And thx again for the present and card!

Popping one of the mango-flavoured fruit jellies into his mouth, Huang Shaotian exited the private message window he was using while texting Lu Hanwen, and scrolled back up the chat log in the Blue Rain group chat, where members had been posting about their summer adventures in the forms of (sometimes rather “artistically” blurry) photographs featuring either gorgeous sceneries of foreign countries or delicious food they’d found. In between the envious ooh-ing and fascinated aah-ing at the colourful photos were members discussing the transfers during the summer window, various Glory-related rumors and news, and other things that only reclusive young men who spent most of their days playing games on their computers were interested in.

Though most of them hailed from different parts of Guangdong, so they’d return home to visit their families and take the time to rest until the new season began in September, a few of them still found the energy and time to take a nice vacation with their friends or family and travel abroad after an intense month-and-a-half of spending hours fighting level 75 Wild Bosses and gathering rare materials in the online game.

Lu Hanwen, for example, was currently enjoying a brief but lovely trip in Taiwan with his parents. Having debuted at such a young and tender age, Lu Hanwen had missed out on a lot of experiences that teenagers his age usually encountered; he had also undergone a lot of pressure and scrutiny that kids his age usually didn’t have to suffer through — this past season had taught him that the hard way.

On the trip back to Guangzhou, with his eyes still bloodshot from the frustrated tears that he’d wiped dry just a few minutes ago, Lu Hanwen promised both his captain and vice-captain that he would train hard over the summer so that he would not make such mistakes during team matches again.

Before Huang Shaotian could open his mouth, Xu Jingxi was already ruffling the teenager’s hair from the seat behind, which earned him an indignant ‘hey!’ from Lu Hanwen but laughter from the rest of the team.

“It’s okay,” Yu Wenzhou had said, his smile gentle, his gaze calm but warm. “You already did really well, Hanwen, so take your time over the summer to recover and return for another year of hard work come September.”

Since they knew the kind of boy Lu Hanwen was, Yu Wenzhou had made sure to give Lu Hanwen’s parents a call as well.

And it seemed like the kid was enjoying himself with his family.

Huang Shaotian paused when he saw the photos that Yu Wenzhou had posted late last night. Most of the photos he’d taken were breathtaking nature sceneries: mountain ridges still coated with a layer of snow at the peaks, flat surface of a lake reflecting sapphire and jade specks surrounded by lush forests; only one or two photos featured Yu Wenzhou himself, and even then, those pictures were taken with an unsteady hand, but Huang Shaotian could still appreciate his wind-swept hair and smiling lips — a little more open and carefree than the one he always wore in front of the journalists, a little more careless — amidst the shards of shadows that fell around him from the foliage above.

He mentioned that he was travelling to the west coast of Canada to visit some relatives that had immigrated to Vancouver quite some years ago, and his cousins had taken him to all sorts of local places to hike and camp. It was a fact known by many other pro-players and the fanbase of Blue Rain that Yu Wenzhou, despite his delicate and refined appearance that he displayed before the public, was surprisingly an outdoorsy type; one wouldn’t assume so from the fact that he was the captain of an eSports team who presumably spent a lot of his time indoors, but that’d never stopped him from visiting the closest national park for a half-day hike or going on a two-week long camping trip in the mountainous region of Yunnan.

With an impatient sigh, Huang Shaotian scrolled back to the most recent messages in the group chat, but what he was seeking was simply not there. He couldn’t help but feel the immense heaviness in his heart grew a little degree more; he bit his lower lip and considered sending the other man a message but almost immediately decided against that.

He slammed his phone into the pillow beside him and dived face-down into the mattress with a muffled groan that sounded like a slowly-dying animal. He couldn’t do this anymore. He couldn’t stand this anymore.

Fuck.

Yes, he liked Yu Wenzhou.

No, not as friends or teammates or bros or anything like that. What were we — still elementary school kids?

No. Huang Shaotian more than liked Yu Wenzhou; he was in love with the guy, all right? He wanted to hold his hand, and embrace him, and kiss him, and… and yes, sleep with him. He wanted to do all those wonderful, wonderful things with Yu Wenzhou but there was only one problem: Yu Wenzhou didn’t know anything about this and Huang Shaotian didn’t know how to tell him without scaring his captain away.

Every year, without fail, Yu Wenzhou would be the first person to send him birthday wishes. In most of those instances, he’d be out of town, so birthday wishes would come in various forms: a mailed card, a text, a voice recording, or even a thoughtful little souvenir from wherever he’d been travelling to. But August 10th was almost over, and other than the small set of photos he’d uploaded onto the team group chat yesterday, Yu Wenzhou’s username and icon remained disappointingly grey in his friend list.

It was 11:46pm when the doorbell to his apartment unit rang with an urgent flair, effectively pulling Huang Shaotian out of his dreary reverie.

He wasn’t expecting any guests at this hour, though it wouldn’t be the first time that a few of his teammates, along with a few close friends from the Alliance, who apparently had nothing better to do than to drop by Guangzhou and pester him (i.e. giving him a surprise birthday party, which, despite his mumbling and grumbling, he actually appreciated), showed up at his door without as much as a text ahead of time.

What he hadn’t expect to find was one Yu Wenzhou, a timeworn suitcase sitting by his feet and a hefty duffle bag on his shoulder. It looked like he’d been rushing to get here, for his breathing was still unsteady and his sweat-stained, ink-black hair was plastered messily over his forehead and stuck to the nape of his neck.

“C-Captain? W-What are you—”

“Did I make it in time?” Yu Wenzhou asked, his brows suddenly dipping in concern, and when he didn’t get an answer from his vice-captain, he added, “my phone battery was dead on the flight back.”

“What? In time for what?” Huang Shaotian was still bewildered; he still couldn’t believe that Yu Wenzhou — who was supposed to be in the wilderness somewhere in the west coast of North America roasting marshmallows over a bonfire or hunting bears or whatever it was that they did when people went camping — that Yu Wenzhou was currently standing in his doorway.

He blinked once, twice, speechless.

“Shaotian…” Yu Wenzhou reached over and touched him gingerly on the shoulder. “Your birthday. Did I come back in time for your birthday?”

Oh.

“It’s not midnight yet,” Huang Shaotian replied numbly, at least the last time he checked, which wasn’t that long ago, actually.

“Great!” Yu Wenzhou heaved a relieved sigh, and then with a softer smile and a warm gaze that was similar to the usual one he gave his teammates —but it was slightly off, yet Huang Shaotian was still too stunned by his captain’s sudden appearance that he couldn’t quite comprehend the expression that seemed so obvious when he thought back upon it later on — he said, “in that case, happy birthday, Shaotian.”

“T-Thank you,” Huang Shaotian lowered his head to hide the flush that’d suddenly bloomed across his cheeks, realizing that for once, he couldn��t look directly into Yu Wenzhou’s eyes. He was afraid of discovering what lay within those ink-blue depths; he was scared that he’d see something wonderful there only to find out that it was all in his imagination, his misinterpretation, a misunderstanding. Then, his logic — being lost somewhere between his fretful phone-scrolling and Yu Wenzhou’s unannounced arrival — finally caught up. “Wait, wait a fucking minute, hold on for just a second. W-what the hell are you even doing here, Captain? Aren’t you supposed to be in, like, the mountains strumming a guitar and singing songs around a campfire or something?”

Yu Wenzhou raised a brow, one corner of his lips tucked upwards into an amused grin, “I’m absolutely tone-deaf, Shaotian, or don’t you remember?”

Good lord, of course he remembered, Huang Shaotian winced visibly at the reminder. The one time their whole team decided to celebrate someone’s birthday at a karaoke was the last time they did so, because everyone belatedly discovered that, as soon as their captain, who was known to have a gentle, mesmerizing speaking voice, started opening his mouth to sing the first verse of Eason Chan’s famous ballad “Ten Years”, they all wished they’d brought some earplugs with them, even if it meant disrespecting (or insulting) their nice, kind captain.

“Okay, okay, fine, that wasn’t actually even the point. The point is—"

“Shaotian…” Yu Wenzhou interrupted softly with a helpless smile that was enough to stop the other man in the middle of his rant.

“Uh, yes?” Huang Shaotian halted, eyes widening a little.

“Aren’t you going to let me in?”

“Oh. Oh! Yeah, yeah come on in!” His blush deepened, but he turned around quickly to shuffle over and make space for Yu Wenzhou to step into his apartment. After setting his bags and shoes down at the entranceway, Yu Wenzhou made his way to the couch in the living-room, his manner casual as if he’d been here many times, felt comfortable enough to make himself at home on his vice-captain’s couch.

“You want something to drink?” Huang Shaotian was already walking towards the tiny kitchen he barely used, and without waiting for Yu Wenzhou to reply, he muttered, “I’ll get you something to drink. Uh, let’s see, what do I have in here?”

Some rummaging and a yelped curse later — presumably in his haste, he’d accidentally hit his head on something — Huang Shaotian came out with two bottles of beverage.

When Yu Wenzhou glanced over, he couldn’t help but let a corner of his lips curved up into an amused smile. For whatever reason, Huang Shaotian was currently acting like as if he was the uninvited guest, maneuvering carefully around his own home like the floor was covered in glass and he was trying not to startle the man sitting in his living-room. He placed the two bottles of peach-flavored black tea onto the coffee table and sat down gingerly beside Yu Wenzhou, taking special precaution to leave a good amount of space between them.

“You don’t seem too happy to see me, Shaotian,” Yu Wenzhou observed, picking up the bottle easily and twisting the cap off to take a sip of the artificially sweetened iced tea.

“That’s crazy talk, captain! Of course I’m happy to see you — I’m absolutely thrilled to see you!” Huang Shaotian stuttered, and decided that now was a good time to drink his tea as well, but his hands were shaking so much that it took him a few seconds before he could grip the cap properly. He gulped down the liquid as if his life depended on it, and when half of the tea had been consumed, his nerves seemed to have returned as well. He sighed, looking away, and murmured, “I was just — I didn’t expect to see you here, of all places, this late at night, is all. You could’ve said something, you know? I could’ve come to the airport to pick you up.”

“Then it wouldn’t be a surprise anymore, now would it?”

A soft hint of laugher was laced within Yu Wenzhou’s low voice, like the softest breeze ruffling through the summer flower fields — sweet and sensual.

“N-No, I guess not.”

It was the voice that caressed his heart late at night, when his dreams were consumed by the images of the man he’d grown up with — from awkward teenagers who competed with each other for a spot in the team to partners standing side-by-side, protecting each other’s backs, creating opportunities for each other to attack and invade and win — and those images had been strange yet mesmerizing. The slow fumbling fingers on the keyboard that everyone in the Alliance teased about were elegant and left spots of sparks on his bare skin, his smiling lips against the curve of his ear, his neck, his teeth sinking into his supple skin and leaving marks on his hips and the insides of his thighs, his heated breaths mixing with Huang Shaotian’s gasps, ragged and fragmented syllables of their names falling from their parted lips…

Huang Shaotian didn’t remember when he’d first started having these indecent dreams about his captain, but as much as he hated himself for having them in the first place, he couldn’t let the sensations disappear once he woke up; he couldn’t let him go.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t the first person to wish you happy birthday,” Yu Wenzhou began once more after he put the bottle of tea down, his voice slightly strained with regret as he returned his gaze towards Huang Shaotian.

“Why should you be sorry—” Huang Shaotian snapped his head up and stared directly at the other man, his topaz eyes widened with puzzlement.

“Because I want to spend every birthday with you, Shaotian, and I want to always be the first person to wish you a happy birthday,” Yu Wenzhou smiled up at him, as if the statement that just came out of his mouth was a casual, harmless comment about the weather, like it was the most apparent, most genuine sentiment in the world. He tilted his head slightly to the side so that his dark forelocks fell into his eyes, his cheeks tinting just the faintest shade of pink, his smile soft, his voice softer, “is that not obvious?”

“I—I…”

At the back of his mind, Huang Shaotian thought he knew he understood the meaning of each word, but when stringed together like this, when Yu Wenzhou — the man he respected so much as the team’s captain, the friend he treasured so much over the years of ups and downs in their career, the boy he gradually learned to admire though he’d refused to admit this when he was younger, more stubborn — when he spoke to him like this, it was difficult for Huang Shaotian to understand anything.

His mind was buzzing, rearranging the words to make sense out of them, and when it finally clicked, blood roared in his ears, tainting his cheeks red. Everything else in his brain was lost and drowned out by only one, single thought: Yu Wenzhou likes me, he likes me, he likes me, he likes me…

“Y-You’re not playing fair, Yu Wenzhou!”

“They do say those who use tactics have dirty hearts,” Yu Wenzhou’s smile grew a little bolder, a little more mischievous. He shuffled closer, and Huang Shaotian could do nothing but be captivated by the almost animalistic, hungry look in Yu Wenzhou’s eyes — an emotion he’d never seen before, an emotion he dared not fantasize about because it was too dangerous, too damn dangerous — and it wasn’t until his back hit the stiff armrest of his couch that he realized that Yu Wenzhou had successfully trapped him in between his arms.

He leaned forward until their foreheads were touching lightly, their breaths mingling — shallow, hot, irresistible.

There was nowhere for him to escape, but he didn’t want to, Huang Shaotian thought, he’d been running for years now, and he wanted to stop, to rest, to find his way home.

Yu Wenzhou’s eyes held only him, and him alone, and Huang Shaotian felt his heart beating beneath his ribs, beating so hard he was afraid Yu Wenzhou might hear it, might tease him for it, but then Yu Wenzhou was holding his hand and guiding it so that his palm was lying flat against the left side of his chest, and Yu Wenzhou’s heart was palpitating hard, too, like he’d been running for miles, for years.

And Huang Shaotian thought with a smile, gods we’d both been such idiots.

“So, Shaotian, what do you say? Will you let me?” Yu Wenzhou asked in a whisper, words branded on skin.

“Let you… what?” Huang Shaotian sounded weary. This may be a confession — one that he’d only dreamed too many times about in the past, it was true — but he hadn’t forgotten the fact that he was still dealing with one of the great tacticians of Glory.

“Let me accompany you on your birthdays in the years to come,” Yu Wenzhou answered easily, brushing the tip of his thumb gently across Huang Shaotian’s cheek, feeling the heat pooled there, his mesmerized gaze, the way his irises darkened at his touch.

“Only if your kissing skills are better than your terrible hand-speed,” Huang Shaotian challenged him with a shaky grin.

“You’re on,” Yu Wenzhou chuckled, and closed the distance between them with a kiss, too ready and keen to show Huang Shaotian what he was capable of.

This, Huang Shaotian decided faintly before he was entirely distracted by Yu Wenzhou’s consuming kisses, was the best birthday he could ever ask for.

#qzgs #quan zhi gao shou #tka #the king's avatar #yuhuang #huang shaotian #yu wenzhou #bowie's crappy writing

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lovisaselander · 5 years

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hi so like two ppl liked my post abt me making an in depth post about me so i decided 2 go through with it even if only two ppl wanted it bc I Love Talking Abt ME!

hi!! so my name is max, but i go by, and have gone by, a lot of names (including, but not limited to, serena, ben, eddie, red, chey, etc.) my actual irl birth given name is cheyenne, i dont care if you call me that it’ll just be a bit weird for me bc i havent gone by that online in over 2 years. im 15 years old!! i was born july 27th 2003, the bad news is if youre older than me ur now my parental figure no take backs.

i have really really bad anxiety!! its to the point that it keeps me up at night and i usually cant message my friends unprompted to talk, let alone the strangers i want to befriend. i have adhd, ocd, anxiety, and depression! i may also have aspergers, but i havent been tested yet so we dont quite know. you’ll have to forgive me for my negative posts, as i dont really have anywhere else to go with that stuff :(

i was born and raised in tennessee! you’ll see me tag posts containing anything cowboy-ish with “tennessee tag” bc i think im hilarious personally. this is also the reason i listen to quite a bit of country (carrie underwood and miranda lambert are GOOD ok!!!) and its also why im such a big preds fan!

my first ever hockey game was april 11th, 2004: the first preds home playoff game! i dont remember much from my childhood (as i dont remember anything before last week) but apparently i was an outgoing easily excited kiddo, and during games i would fall asleep as soon as the period ended and woke up as soon as the next one started. my grandfather works for the nhl! he is the nashville predators time keeper (dave/david peterson if any of yall have been to the games lol) and because of this i got to meet a lot of players as a child!

my favorite stories to tell about this are about the two players i was closest to, adam hall and chris mason. once, when adam was in either tampa or minnesota i was downstairs waiting for him and he was late for the bus, so he ran right by me. according to everyone who tells this story (since i cant remember) i saw this, stomped out of the room, and loudly yelled “adam hall! where is my hug!” a different story is when i was a kid i was terrified of goalie masks. when mr chris mason came to say hello i got scared and he apologized for scaring me. my response was “its okay mace! i know the mask keeps you from getting booboos!” (i was a Child OKAY) and some blackhawks players were nearby and they started chirping him abt that and i fuckin Yelled At Them. bc im Iconic apparently.

but my alltime favorite story is about paul kariya. apparently once at a player meet and greet i walked across the table to him and just started Talking To Him???? and he taught me what a fist bump was (he called it “knuckles” and i Loved Them) and i pestered my family and everyone i saw with it for awhile (i would constantly loudly proclaim “knuckles!!!” whenever i wanted a fistbump sksksk) and fun fact: i couldnt say kariya (i was really young ok) so i called him “paul kia!!!” so now i forever associate kariya w the pokemon palkia

i was lucky enough to grow up with a nhl official as a grandfather so i was close with a lot of players, but i was closest with nashville goalie chris mason! he is a genuinely fantastic man and i once travelled to st louis to see him after he got traded. (that ended up w st louis fans jokingly trying to keep me after i told them i was his lucky charm [they didnt believe me until they beat the canucks 8-1 sksksk])

after the 2015-16 season i fell out of hockey. there were bigger hyperfixations to deal w, the offseason was always a bad time for me and i ended up genuinely forgetting about hockey. wish i was joking. then my brother started talking about a boy he called his “ham son” and that’s how i found out about auston matthews. thanks to him i got back into hockey! it was around january 2017 and i fell back in love with the sport that practically raised me.

im still a preds fan to this day. although i like new teams now, something past me would HATE. in fact past me was one of those annoying “fuck puck bunnies >:( bandwagoners are FAKE FANS” ppl, but thanks to tumblr ive learned to love too many teams to count. in fact thanks to a certain finn (aho) im actually conflicted on my favorite team these days, i mean im literally going to raleigh for thanksgiving so i can see the canes play the devils and the leafs!!

im not sure how to end this so here are a bunch of pictures of me growing up! bc im Adorable!

five year old me waiting for the preds game (September 22nd, 2008)

me before my first day of pre-k!!! (Around August 2007)

me At a game!! (November 2009)

BABY ME!!! (i have no idea when this was)

me and jordin tootoo at hardees!! he is so nice and i hope he has a happy retirement!!

me begging to go to pittsburgh to visit adam hall (i didnt get to go but i got a signed hat!)

me & adam!! he was hot and i cant believe i didnt realize this until recently

and thats it! i hope u enjoyed this trip w me! i have more to share so maybe ill make a sequel post one day! feel free 2 send questions if u have any :DDD

#mine #long post #just in case the see more doesnt work #about me

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icarusgf · 3 years

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i love reading abt people’s crushes so much 🥺

#jia.txt #on here it translates into cute crush anon night but irl its just me being nosy LOL 😭#anyway i suppose i shld tell u guys abt my crush its only fair 🚶🏻‍♀️#i started liking him in jan 2020 and we werent super close esp when quarantine started #nd then we started talking more april/may and like a lott over the summer we were p close and then i told him #i liked him in august and he was literally like. thanks ur a nice friend too! 😁 and then nothing happened LOL #and now we still talk nd we're friends but like literally if i have to see him in person ill be soo embarrassed..#in person school next week um ill run the other way hes very sweet and funny but also he knows 2 much abt my emotions 🚶🏻‍♀️#anyway yep thats it 😐 oh also hes a virgo stellium his bday is super close to mine so we have almost the same chart. idk #what that means tho </3

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sadrien · 7 years

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prince of cats

chapter five: to smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss

on ao3 || on ffnet 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5

hey everyone, how was your week!

posting wise, we've passed the halfway point of what i currently have written (i have through ch9 written at the moment). i'll hopefully write most of the rest of the fic in august, just at the moment my productivity writing wise is down because i've been drawing a lot and listening to taz!

enjoy!

From: the Most Beautiful To: fashion goddess just letting u kno that i hate my boyfriend

From: fashion goddess To: the Most Beautiful Thats a lie and you know it Whats he making you do

From: the Most Beautiful To: fashion goddess >:( hes making us go out to dinner with his moms

From: fashion goddess To: the Most Beautiful Oh THIS dinner

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From: the Most Beautiful To: fashion goddess ur right im just tired ninos really excited so i was worried im missing something or am gonna be surprised by something

From: fashion goddess To: the Most Beautiful As far as I can tell its just a normal dinner No surprises just Nino being Nino And the answer is to take a nap when you get home from work Did you not sleep much last night?

From: the Most Beautiful To: fashion goddess nah i was working on a project until like 3 cause i hate myself nino had to drag me to bed

From: fashion goddess To: the Most Beautiful Thank god for Nino

From: the Most Beautiful To: fashion goddess yeah he haaated me last night speaking of cute boys tho

From: fashion goddess To: the Most Beautiful Alya oh my god

From: the Most Beautiful To: fashion goddess im sorry uve been friends w adrien for how long now?? 3 weeks??? more than a month?? literal years!?!!?!??!?! u talk about him all the time when r we gonna meet him

From: fashion goddess To: the Most Beautiful Eventually!!!!! I promise I just dont want you scaring him away

From: the Most Beautiful To: fashion goddess nino and i r great we dont scare ppl

From: fashion goddess To: the Most Beautiful uh huh

From: the Most Beautiful To: fashion goddess shut up also get me his last name

✦ ✦ ✦

Marinette puts down her sketch book. “Let’s go to the store.”

Adrien looks up from his laptop in surprise. “What?”

She’s gotten used to weekends with Adrien. He doesn’t expect her to look nice or even all that presentable, and she doesn’t expect him to, they just sit on the couch or in the kitchen and do their own thing. Adrien usually works, because he literally never stops working, and Marinette designs. She forces him to watch her favorite shows with her, even if it means that she has to explain to him who every single character is and the entire plot. In return, he’s managed to get her to watch some of his favorite movies. He randomly shows up throughout the week if he needs something from her kitchen because he always seems to be short something. Marinette is genuinely considering giving him a key to her apartment. Even if it’s just so he can steal from her fridge and cabinets.

“The store.” She pulls her hair up into a messy bun and grabs her purse off the back of her chair.

Adrien stares at her like she’s grown another head.

“You don’t have to come if you don’t want, but if you need anything, you should.” She gestures toward the door.

“What do you need?” he asks, apparently having found his voice.

“Fabric,” she says, ticking things off on her fingers, “some thread, ribbon, watercolor paper, brush markers if they have any, and pizza.”

He laughs and runs his hands through his hair. “I do like pizza.”

Marinette picks up her keys. “So are you coming? Because if you aren’t I should probably kick you out.”

“What?” Adrien asks as he stands. “You don’t trust me?”

“You might steal my Jagged Stone poster,” she says with a shrug of her shoulder.

“Fair enough.” He pulls on his coat. “Show me the way.”

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Marinette opts to walk to most of the stores. She asks Adrien if he minds and he just shakes his head and pulls his phone out of his pocket, sending a few quick texts as they make their way down the stairs and out of the apartment building.

“Where are we going exactly?” Adrien asks, pulling the door open.

“Fabric store first,” Marinette says, stuffing her phone into her purse.

He raises an eyebrow. “Don’t you have fabric at work?”

“Yes, but you’re missing the point— turn here. I don’t have fabric at home. At work, I do stuff for the head designer and my boss. I have much more creative freedom when I’m at home.”

“Huh.” Adrien flips his phone over in his hand. “Interesting. I know nothing about fashion so…”

Marinette smiles. “I sort of figured.”

He shrugs. “I don’t know much about how any sort of normal jobs work. I’ve got it relatively easy.”

“Working from your apartment and living off of take out?” she asks innocently.

Adrien rolls his eyes. “Yes exactly.”

Marinette elbows him lightly. “You’re very lucky you have me to teach you how to bake.”

It’s a nice day, not too hot and not too cold, without too many people walking around the streets. She finds herself wishing that she had more free time to spend outside, that she still had a balcony like she did when she was growing up. She misses having time to herself, where she could garden and sit outside and sew. It’s too nice to be stuck inside all the time.

Adrien accuses her of taking the long way and she doesn’t defend herself.

She holds the door open for Adrien when they get to the store, letting the far too cold airconditioning billow out onto the sidewalk.

Adrien wanders around in a sort of daze as Marinette pulls out her sketchbook and meticulously looks for the exact shade of blue that she needs.

“You needed ribbon?” Adrien asks, suddenly popping out of nowhere.

Marinette squeaks and jumps back with a start, dropping her sketchbook in surprise.

“Sorry about that,” he says sheepishly before bending over to pick up her sketchbook. He hands it back to her, rubbing the back of his neck. “Didn’t mean to frighten you.”

She takes a few deep breaths before taking the sketchbook from him. “It’s fine, you just surprised me. Easy to do when I’m concentrating.”

“What are you looking for?” Adrien asks, leaning closer, tilting his head to look at the page she has her sketchbook flipped open to.

“A blue,” Marinette murmurs, pointing to a swatch of fabric she stole from work and taped onto the page. “I mean obviously I have a type of fabric in my mind, I’m just really desperate for this shade of blue because—” Well…she doesn’t actually have a reason. She’s just attached. And that’s silly.

Adrien hums to himself. “Okay,” he says after a moment. And then he vanishes into another aisle.

Marinette stares at the space he was occupying for a long moment before shrugging and moving on. She decides she’ll find the blue later and starts looking for white lining. She pulls a bolt from the shelf, feeling the fabric between her fingers. It’s a little heavier than she would like, but if she can’t find anything else, she can make it work.

Adrien steps out from around the corner. “Would this work?” he asks, holding out a bolt of blue fabric.

Marinette blinks and takes it from him, running her fingers over the satin-like fabric. “This is…this is perfect, actually.”

He shrugs and puts his hands in his pockets. “I have a lot of experience with lots of types of fabrics.” He ignores the confused look Marinette gives him. She has questions, but mostly she’s just glad she doesn’t have to rethink the entire color scheme of this outfit.

Adrien watches over her shoulder as she chooses ribbon and nods as she rambles on about what she’s making. He doesn’t look like he understands what she’s saying to him, but he’s listening and that’s enough.

Marinette estimates how much fabric she needs and Adrien hums to himself as they get the fabric cut and check out.

“What did you think?” Marinette asks as he pushes the door open for her.

Adrien blinks in the bright sunlight and glances down the street before looking back to Marinette. “It was nice,” he says. “Overwhelming, but strangely calming.”

Marinette laughs. “That sounds about right.”

“Where to next?” Adrien asks with a tilt of his head.

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“Know anything about art?” Marinette asks as she pulls open the door to the art store.

“Hardly,” Adrien says with a crooked smile. “I don’t know anything about most creative things. I know music and that’s kind of where my creative talents end.”

“Music?” Marinette asks. He’s never mentioned anything about music before, though he hasn’t mentioned many hobbies or talents in general.

“Piano,” he specifies. “Took lessons for years, my parents insisted.”

Marinette leads him toward the markers and paints. “So you must be pretty good, huh?”

“Eh.” He shrugs. “Nowhere as good as my father would like me to be, but I’m passable.”

She rolls her eyes. “So that means you’re fantastic.”

“It really doesn’t,” Adrien says with a laugh. “But thanks for your faith in me.”

Marinette studies the brush markers, trying to decide what brand to get and how much money she’s willing to shell out today. Adrien amuses himself by uncapping some of the markers and trying out the testing markers while she Googles reviews on the internet. He’s flipping through an anatomy book when she decides on a set of markers and moves on to paper. She’s running low.

Marinette wanders further down the aisle where the sketchbooks and papers are. She feels someone’s eyes on her, but when she looks up, she sees a worker at the entrance. Marinette picks up a pack of watercolor paper and hums to herself. She still isn’t sure if she likes this paper, but she has very few options she can afford.

Adrien holds up a copic marker. “Why is this seven euros?”

She blinks at him. “Because it is?”

He squints at it. “It’s just a marker?”

“It’s a copic marker,” she says, like that will explain everything. Judging by the expression on his face, it doesn’t help at all. Marinette takes the marker from him and puts it back with the others. “It’s alcohol based and fancy, that’s why it’s expensive.”

Adrien looks at the case of copics in wonder. “Why would you spend so much on a marker?”

“I don’t know,” Marinette says. Adrien raises his eyebrows and she just shrugs. “I don’t usually use them. I don’t need nice markers and I don’t exactly have a lot of money to be spending on things I don’t need.”

“Fair enough,” he murmurs. He narrows his eyes at the copic. “That better be one magical marker if I’m paying seven euros for it.”

Marinette snorts. “Lucky for you, you’re not.”

Adrien gives her a lopsided smile. “Yeah, that’s true. I’m no Picasso. I think the best I can do is a stick figure.”

She elbows him lightly. “I’m sure you draw beautiful stick figures.”

Adrien laughs and for that moment, Marinette’s world gets a little brighter and her heart starts to sing.

✦ ✦ ✦

“Have you ever had pizza here?” Marinette asks as her and Adrien wait in line to order.

“Mostly I just get whatever will deliver,” he admits.

“You don’t leave the apartment much, do you?” she teases.

Adrien rubs the back of his neck. “I don’t usually need to.”

“Do you know what you want or do you just want the same as me?”

“Let’s go with the latter.”

Marinette orders her usual and pays before Adrien can offer, rejecting it when it does come. “My treat,” she says with a smile.

They sit in a booth by the window with their pizza and bags.

“Careful, it’s hot—” Marinette warns, just as Adrien burns his tongue.

“Ahhhh—” He sticks his tongue out and makes a pained expression.

She hides her smile behind her slice, but Adrien catches it and glares at her. She just shrugs. “I tried to warn you.” As she picks up her slice, someone catches her eye.

They’re watching her and Adrien out of the corner of their eye. They make eye contact with her and quickly go back to whatever they were doing on their phone. Adrien hisses in pain, bringing Marinette’s attention back to their table. “That was a mistake.”

Marinette opens her mouth to reply. The strange feeling of someone’s eyes on her passes through her and makes her freeze up and she looks back to the person who was watching them. They’re packing up their things and heading out the door.

“What is it?” Adrien asks.

Marinette shakes her head. “Sorry, I thought I saw someone I knew. I was wrong.”

He raises his eyebrows. “Been there, done that. I’ve walked up to people thinking I knew them before. I did not.” She winces. “It was incredibly embarrassing.”

“I can imagine,” she says, taking a careful bite of her pizza.

Adrien eyes her. “Am I going to burn my face off this time?”

Marinette snorts and lowers her slice. “I think you’re okay now.”

“If I die, my blood is on your hands,” he says seriously.

She rolls her eyes. “Pizza isn’t going to kill you, I promise.”

✦ ✦ ✦

Adrien trails behind Marinette on the stairs, writing a quick email and carrying one of her bags.

“Come in for a minute?” Marinette asks as she pulls out her keys.

“Hm?” Adrien asks. He glances up from his phone. “Oh! Oh yeah, sure. I left my laptop on your table, anyway.”

She shakes her head as she unlocks her apartment. “You have to have more of your stuff at my apartment than your own.”

“It’s called minimalism,” Adrien says seriously.

Marinette frowns as the door swings open. She glances over her shoulder to Adrien. “I didn’t leave the TV on, did I?”

Adrien shakes his head. “We didn’t have it—”

“Hey!” Alya shouts from the couch.

“—on…” He trails off and hangs back by the door.

Marinette rolls her eyes. “Don’t worry, it’s one of my friends. Trust me, I regret letting her have a key to this place,” she stage whispers. She shuts the door once Adrien has stepped inside after a bit of hesitation. She leaves her bags on the table before joining Alya, and apparently Nino, in front of the TV.

Nino pauses whatever show they’re watching and returns to the Netflix home screen.

Marinette crosses her arms and leans over the back of the couch. “Why are you in my house?”

“Apartment,” Nino corrects lightly.

Adrien snorts from where he’s standing awkwardly in the kitchen. He puts Marinette’s bags down on the counter and closes his laptop before holding it to his chest.

“I’ve got a present,” Alya sings, holding up a box.

Marinette rolls her eyes. “Is this payment for breaking and entering?”

“It’s not breaking if you have the key,” Nino points out. He continues to flip through Netflix. “Can’t argue the entering though.”

Alya smiles brightly at Adrien, but Marinette doesn’t miss the way Alya’s eyes sweep over him, taking in as many details as she can. “Hey, stranger!”

Adrien lifts a hand awkwardly, still hanging back by the door.

Nino leans back and nods at Adrien. “Yo, join the party.”

“I should—” Adrien gestures to the door.

Alya jumps up from the couch and hops of the back. She grabs Marinette’s arm as she breezes by, dragging her over to Adrien.

“Alya,” Marinette hisses, attempting to dig her heels into the ground as Alya pulls her along.

“I’m Alya!” she announces, holding out her hand to Adrien. “Marinette’s best friend.”

Adrien hesitates for a long moment before he shakes Alya’s hand. “Adrien. Marinette’s…” his gaze slides to Marinette before snapping back to Alya. “Her neighbor.”

Marinette tries to keep her blush from burning too brightly.

Alya shakes his hand eagerly. “Great to meet you!”

“Nino!” he shouts from the couch. “But I was working all day and I’m tired so sorry, dude, I’m staying put.”

“It’s fine,” Adrien promises. “I really should be getting back. Plagg needs to be fed.”

Marinette nods and pulls away from Alya. “Yeah, of course! Let me just— I’ll show you out.” Alya puts the box into Marinette’s hands winks. Marinette gives her a little shove toward the couch as Adrien pulls open the door.

“You didn’t have to show me out,” Adrien insists as Marinette quickly closes the door once they’re in the hallway. She leans against it so Alya can’t look out the peephole. “I’m sure I won’t get lost on the way home.” He gives her a small smile.

“I wanted the chance to apologize for…them.” Marinette waves at the door behind her. “Mostly Alya, but both of them. They can be a lot.”

“They seem nice,” Adrien says, and Marinette still can’t read him well enough to know if he’s being sincere or not. “What did they get you?” He gestures to the box Marinette is awkwardly holding.

“Pastries. They’re from my parents’ bakery,” Marinette says quickly. “Tom and Sabine’s— they’re my parents. That’s me, Marinette Dupain-Cheng, daughter of Tom and Sabine.” She swallows and glances down at her feet. That was a little too much rambling.

“Marinette Dupain-Cheng,” Adrien repeats softly. “You have a beautiful name.” He’s smiling when Marinette looks up at him.

She bites her lip. “Th-thank you. What about you, what’s your last name?”

“Kersey,” Adrien says, the corner of his mouth lifting in a small smirk. “Adrien Kersey.”

“A nice name,” Marinette says, running it over in her mind. Alya will kill her if she forgets it, but Marinette is fairly certain it’s burned into her brain forever.

“Thanks, my parents chose it,” Adrien jokes. “I’m just stuck with it.” He pushes open his door. “You’ll have to take me to your parents’ bakery sometime. I bet it’s great.”

“Sounds good,” Marinette murmurs as Adrien lifts a hand and disappears into his apartment. When the door clicks shut behind him, she sags against her own door and lets out a sigh.

She really doesn’t know how to handle this boy.

Alya and Nino are staring at her when she reenters the apartment. Marinette feels her face burn as she closes and locks the door.

“Not a word,” she says, putting the box from the bakery down on the kitchen counter.

Nino mimes zipping his lips shut.

“No words?” Alya asks. “Are you sure? Because I have so many words.”

“Yeah, he’s hot,” Nino says.

Marinette glares at him. “Thanks for not saying anything.”

“Alright, now that we are saying things,” Alya says, twisting around on the couch, “where were you? You don’t leave the house without us.”

“I leave the house!” Marinette protests.

Nino raises his eyebrows. “To have fun?”

Marinette turns away to put her keys back.

“Oooo,” Alya drawls. “Silent treatment.”

“It wasn’t fun, anyway,” Marinette says. “I had errands to run.”

“That you decided to run with a cute boy,” Alya points out.

“That sounds like fun to me,” Nino muses.

Marinette glances over her shoulder at him. “Aren’t you supposed to be on my side here?”

Alya gives her an offended look. “I’m his girlfriend.”

“I’ve known him longer.”

“Touché, Dupain-Cheng,” she says, narrowing her eyes.

Marinette sighs. “Speaking of last names…”

“You got it!” Alya shouts, jumping up from the couch. Nino tries to shush her, and she grabs a pillow and covers his face with it. “Tell me tell me tell me— I want to Facebook stalk him.”

Nino pulls the pillow away. “Who uses Facebook anymore?”

Alya turns to Marinette with wide eyes. “Is he secretly a wine mom?”

Marinette stares at her for a long moment. “Why are we friends.”

Alya throws the pillow across the room.

Marinette bats it away and says, “If you want Adrien’s last name, maybe you shouldn’t be throwing things at me.”

“She has a point, babe,” Nino agrees.

Alya sticks her tongue out at him before patting the cushion next to her eagerly. “Come on, Mar! I’ve waited a literal month for this.”

“Hm…” Marinette taps a finger against her lips. “Maybe I should keep you waiting.”

“Marinette!”

“Fine!” She drops down between Alya and the arm of the couch. “His last name is Kersey.”

Alya yanks her phone out of her pocket and starts typing rapidly.

Nino leans forward to look Marinette in the eye. “How long do you think she’s going to be at this?”

“A long time,” Marinette admits.

“Wanna see what Disney movies are on Netflix?” he asks, picking the remote back up. “We put some takeout in your fridge for later tonight.”

“Sounds good to me,” Marinette says. “I need to do a lot of nothing before work tomorrow.”

Nino types in Disney and starts scrolling through the results. “Are Zoé and Dorian still arguing about that thing?”

“If you’re talking about that jacket thing from a few weeks ago, they’re over that. If you’re talking about fake leather, they spent like an hour ‘debating’ that on Friday.”

“Fake leather,” Nino says in wonder. “Why were they debating that? I thought this collection was all like…dresses and stuff. Flowy soft things. What does fake leather have to do with that?”

“Nothing.”

Nino stops clicking through movies for a second. “I don’t understand you people.”

Marinette sighs and sinks against the back of the couch, pulling a pillow to her chest. “Neither do I,” she murmurs.

#adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #adrienette #miraculous ladybug #ml fanfic #my fics #proc ml #prince of cats ml #hello

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smeagolsgstring · 6 years

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So I’ll tell you guys about my few run-ins with men who have hit on me in the past.

First, we have this guy David from my very first job. He was an older dude, and he friended me on face book. No big. Well he messages me one night and he’s asking me all these questions like how are you and what are you doing before he’s finally like how old are you. I told him I was sixteen and he was literally unfazed and continued to chat me up until I just cut off. Trust me. These get better so just keep going. Best for last and all that.

Next, we have Douglas. He was a boy who I ran into at my second job at McDonald’s. I was off and it was my 18th birthday so I was coming in to get some free ice cream ‘cause bitch I’m not passing that up. Anyway, so he drops some change and I pick it up for him and he’s super taken aback by my act of kindness I’m like bro chill it’s not even that significant. Then SOMEHOW my lanyard for my keys unhooked itself from my pocket and he managed to grab it for me where he proceeded to talk to me about his job and wages and blah blah blah. He’s finally all can I’m not trying to seem like a creep asking for your number but can i get your number. So this dumb bitch panics and gives it to him. So he leaves and starts texting me and we chat for a bit, and it didn’t seem horrible. A couple days later, he sends me a picture of himself. Breakdown time: He was wearing sunglasses inside. It looked like he was in his bathroom and the countertops reflected in the mirror were covered in dirty clothes and EVEN PLATES like what the fuck??? Anyway, so we end up talking some more and he’s increasingly misspelling words and I’m all I gotta end this so he busts out the “what do you like in a guy” and i’m like ohh my guy friends are nice and funny haha and he’s like I’M A NICE GUY :))))))))) and I’m like what have I done so i go well yea... now if we’re talking GIRLS I can just go on and he sends me this exact wording “HAHAHA lol so dose that mean ur bie” and I’m like I’m a lesbian. and he goes I think thats hot :) I’m pissed as hell now and I go off on him and he’s like oh I’m sorry and i’m like maybe I was a bit too harsh and I was like please don’t tell me you’re one of the can i watch creeps and he goes “No hun, if anyone were making love to you I’d rather it be me.” BITCH!!!!! I’m cringing. So I’m all HELL NO and I just leave him on read though i was scared he’d stalk me at work- he didn’t in the end THANK GOD- and I leave him on read and the dumbass still decided to message me months later of no responding lmao.

Finally we have the best for last. This is the guy I refer to as “toe man”: I drive a 2000 saturn who’s ac doesn’t work. It’s terrible. beside the point. SO ANYWAY. I’m working at McDonald’s for a few months now and it’s the middle of august and fucking blazing more than a stoner on 420. On this particular day, we received our truck order so when i got ready to leave there was a semi truck parked right behind me with enough space for me to pivot out at an angle-no big. I’m a fantastic driver. Well the semi dude is all do i need to move my truck and before I can even say no it’s good, this man calls from his stupid pickup truck “OH I won’t let her hit your truck SHE’S FINE” and I’m getting angry now like you fucking prick and I’m like yes thanks for answering my fucking question you are right pat yourself on the back like a big boy. So I get in my car and I’m backing up slow looking out my window. Just as I’m straightening out, I look up in my rear-view mirror AND I SEE THIS GUY LIKE TWO FUCKING INCHES FROM MY BUMPER. He clearly see’s me backing up and like I said i was driving slow anyway so the bastard had plenty of fucking time to move but he’s just chilling there with his hands on his hips. Anyway, I slam on my brakes real fast and my heart is pounding. He stands there a moment longer before moving his way around to my passenger window. he’s all I thought you were drunk driving like that! bitch what?! but I’m all sir are you okay I apologize for that and in this odd voice he’s like yea... I’m fine.. are you? wtf?????????? yes??? I am sitting just here??? So he leans on his arms on my window and his torso enters my car and he’s like “boy you sure are a cute one arent ya?” I get the chills and he finishes with “what color do you paint your toenails?” WHAT THE FUCK???????? At that moment my butt cheeks were clenched so tight and I was so uncomfortable. I’m all uhhhhhhhhhhIdontpaintmytoenails! and he just sizes me up with his beady little eyes before saying “well if you ever need anyone to paint your toenails I’ll do it for free” and I’m like “NO THANK YOU” and he just stares at me before giving me the goddamn thumbs up and sauntering away. I thank god every day I never saw toe man again.

So yea, not so lucky in the flirting department.

#why are men like this #hope you guys got some laughs out of this #long post

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brothalynchhung · 4 years

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2019 overview.

this year.. was fucking two years in one. also a little late again but whatever. this is going to be long as FUCK.

started 2019 in dubai

spent the first couple of days in Dubai on the beach

YOOO AS AM WRITING THAT IT FEELS SO FUCKING LONG AGO HOLLYY SHITT

went to London and just fucked around dt and chinatown lost that damn snake ring fml

I got drunk eating dumplings watching Jeffrey star in that bed LMFAOOOYOO LMFAOOOOOEGJEORIGHSREUG

got back to Ottawa and it was straight GRIND from the get go

back to my last semester of uni

back to club m (omg.. I miss:( kinda lol)

started that govt job

back to social media marketing for Dubai

3 jobs + school basically

did that dumbass STUPID FUCKING govt job all the way in quebec that I woke up for and travelled for everyday

would go straight to gym, work again, or school fml

wasn't entirely bad I kinda needed it cuz I applied to a million jobs during that time and did school work LMAO also printed a lot of important shit and got paid so whatever

CAME TO TORONTO IN MARCH W TRAND OMG I FORGOT THAT WAS 2019

SAW VINCE STAPLES!!

AND The fortune teller who like prophisized all this shit goddddd

iconic if I must say

little did I know...

I miss movati fml lol

working at club Monaco omg ugh they gave me life honestly

fun times w trang cc precious Courtney mich JACK Amanda Raman donia even tho she annoying lol and whoever else I worked w jana jil Daria honestly I just miss Courtney LMFAO uhh jenn was cool too

I'm never going to forget that place I swear to god I have so much loyalty and pride for my memories for that place im never going to take my experience there for

chilling with avid Vinny and like Alex a bit LMAO he would randomly ask to chill it was weird

that Chinese dinner and chat time thing in his car WHAT WAS THATTT

chilling like a scrub a cu with hector and that crew goddLMAO

avin vin rideau gang

visiting avid at nordstorm the Rui girl and Herman lol he was sofunny

MY BODY IS FOR ME NOT THESE BITCHES LMFAOO

last class with strangle omg he was iconic honestly

trang pargol fidede zainab mannnn honestly shoutout old Ottawa friends

xinyii!! and jelly!! my last times with them

I miss Xinyi so much :( im so happy I got to see her before leaving she was so nice I wish her so much success

remember working those last shifts at cm like.. yo I feel like things are going to change and my days are numbered.. I feel it.

did interview after interview, applying EVERYDAY to escape

the amount of focusing I did on applying around feb and April like I was just focused on working and getting out of there

did two interviews in like 2 hours always on the go always moving always working

and then like clockwork.. at the govt job.. went to the bathroom knew? to bring my phone with me.. and then right when I left I got a call from mk went into that empty conference room and got the offer. cried. accepted. life changing

I honestly just left that place... went to cm and just.. resigned... put my two weeks in...

and it happened literally in my last week of the govt job..

like fate

immediately went home told cc precious fam

fam weren't happy

BUT I FINALLY ESCAPED!!!! LOOKING BACK ON THIS BLOG AND EVERYTHING I FINALLY F I N A L L Y GOT OUT OF THERE THE BITCH ASS CURSED SHIT CITY NEVER GOING BACKEGIUEHGEIRUGH

shout out precious for helping me honestly he helped so much

found my place through hmida who held it down

that whole condo scenario LOL godddd my landlord a HOE

met zgy gvy at precious while I crashed a night

THE MILLIONS OF RIDESHARESSS GOODDDDDD

remember the one I took last minute from Yorkdale LMAO that one wasn't bad honestly I slept good

moving my things packaging them up. like yo.. lol

bringing the boxes from shoppers godddd LOL

finally landed in Toronto with my place

waiting outside for 5 hours for my damn keys crazy with my suitcase lol...

THEN FINALLY GOT TO MY FIRST PLACE!! MY FIRST RENTAL CONDO ALL ON MY OWN NO ROOMATES JUST ME

unpacking my things

like just finally having my own place mannn that was my dream for such a long ass time

getting around dt a bit getting used to tdot...

crazy exciting

then... 3 days in..

...

met that bitch that fucked me up

met everything I ever wanted in a person? physically and interest wise and yet?

nothing?

SO CONFUSED I MET SOMEONE WITH EVERYTHING I THOUGHT I WANTED

first hookup? lost v?

new city new job new life new home lost v new everything

in 3 days.

my life crazy..

spent the whole time like until October till low-key NOW just thinking about it bitterly

my feelings up and down I was drowning in obsession and confusion

I know I fucked it up but it was fucked up since the beginning

shook everything about what I thought I wanted in gl or a person

standards are definitely raised and all men trash and hoes Idgaf

I feel nothing towards nobody

my whole mind switched to money and power.

gl I love you but you're not here and we got a lot growing to do so imma see ya ass in a couple of years

anyways started working at mk!!! craziest 3 month probation thing I had

HOWWW DID I DOOOO ITTTTTTT

met so much people... holy shit.. zgy,gvy,hailey,gab,aisha,priya,rach,lisa,alex,DANIA, goddddd

clubbing.. mon., thurs... weekenddd... wake up... 8:30 work

how did I do it.... fuck lol

met a lot of hoes.. fucked with Sunday once more before he died bye bitch ass hoe.. Leo, sleeve, uhhh that's it I think actually

CABANNNAAAA

OMG I SAW SEAN PAUL LIVE ICONICC YOO THIS FUCKING YEAR LMFAOOOOO

omg YEAH I SAW NCT IN MY FIRST WEEK OF TO WITH PARGOL LMFAOOO YOOOOO

damn this year was crazy I keep forgetting shit

all the weird ass ppl I met at cabana omg the humber guy YOO THE ASIAN GUY WITH MY KEYS LMFAOOO ZGY FUCKLMFGIESH

omg tsf lmao and like yeah all the clubbing ppl in to fuck

half and half like didnnt know if I liked it or not but it was crazy

still think about that Frans night the damn milkshake and food omggg

just spent summer exploring to trinity Bellwoods ossington like summer stories clubbing stories

managing my double life lol

SPIDERMAN OBSESSION LMAOOOO TO DISTRACT MY MIND FROM THAT BITCH ASS HOE LMFAOOFREJGIEURHSTESUIH THEN I FOUND OUT HE HAS A WHOLE WIFE AND BABY YOOO LMFAOOO

good distraction made work fun when I needed it during my last months of probation LMAO

omg going home during lunch and then back to work ICONIC

leaving the girls at my place and coming back for lunch LMAOOO god really iconic honestly showering and going back to work sleeping hoeing all that LMFAO

omg the time I left Leo at my place YOO LMAO

still have that expensive ass sweater LMFAO WAT A SIMP

those drunk texts he sent Me in august and I punked him off LMFAOO 😩😂

men trash

darren Chris rob goddd all those damn ppl I met the one guy who saved me during that blacTHE BLACKOUT CABANNA NIGHT GOD THAT WAS A MESS LMAO TITTIES OUT EVERYTHING but yeah he was low key useless I forget his name highboy but whatever

YOOO THAT GIRLS TITTIES I SLEPT ON NGEIRGHEUHUE ICONIC

I got catfishes twice 😩 the change bitch and the John bitch airehguerihserh FUCKKK LMFAO

AND THEN THE CHANG BITCH WAS TRYNA SAY OH U JSUT LOOK TO ARAB THATS WHY WE HAVNET TALKED AGAINL IKE BITCHHHHH FIRST OF ALL UR A WHOLE CATFISHFHERGUERBKSHETERU AHERUIGESRUYR LMFAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

and then I catfish Sunday to punk him off for revenge and call him a thot and thought he was talking about me for catfish when it was just about another bitch he was hoeing with cuz he a hoe.. Jesus my life wild

SO MUCH SHIT THIS SUMMER UHERGHSREG

gained weight fml I don't even wanna mention it iDONT WANNA TALK

even if it is muscle I dDONT WANNT TALK ABOUT IT

the cabana pool jump... godd... walking home drunkregiuhersguhe fucK

summer was crazy

nada and mama coming wow that was annoying I rlly can't do family even though I love them

getting high swimming the catfish racing munchies arguing with Alex LMAO

eating out with Dania gab Lisa the normal ppl I met lool

a lot of stress of money and where I want to go I was in a hella rush idk why I think everything happening so fast made me not want to slow down at all but im finally slowing down

priya end of the year rebel tiff stuff

basically drowning in depress and regret around the end of summer cuz everything calmed down and I had the time to think and reflect about everything and yeah.. got super depressed

that bitch cc and her bullshit yo just fucking go bye

notice how there's like no memories with her like yeah there was but they were just annoying cuz she was annoying highkey

thanks for bringing my shit from Ottawa tho dumbass LOL eat a dick

THE HOT TUBBBB SUMMERSSS AND SUMMER NIGHTS

omg all my emo ass walks at night to the port and water and trillium park in the morning aiohreughresehre writing with my journal god that was actually nice tho

super peaceful so happy to live near the water highkey

always in between losing myself who am I what do I do now who am I like did I lost myself did I ever have myself

major existential crisis

how did I survive work god

musicmusiscmusicccc

moviesmovesmoves

readreadread

actually I had a lot of night walking home from the club sad

omg remember the ovo guy fucking loser liar

as usualllll

RECORDRESCORSDCRECORDDSSS SO MANY TDOT IS PERFECTT

ugh what else fuck too much shit happened OH YEAH

my birthday with the girls and the bbq!! the cake!! omg so nice :((( so funny lol

that weirdo ass man that I still see in the gym sometimes god help me lol

passing my probation!!!! and then like finally fitting in and feeling apart of mk and the “family” lol

CLARK KENT AND SCOTTISH MANS MAKING MY LIFE EVRYDAYYYYYugh love them

got a moomin from Scottish mans 🥺 love him

anyways got depressed drowning in obsession.. nothing surprising there 🙄

got high and drunk like bottom of the barrel...

right before pargol came LMAO

oh yeah I went to Ottawa because yo I was going out of my mind about losing myself.. needed to go BACK to the place I hated to find myself

went back and it was like??? everything was the same.. still saw vin and avid and Herman at Rideau still had bbt with them

still fucking around hector and that whole crew had Ivan his girl moe.. ribal..Kyle YO lol that weird ass club experience AS USUAL Ottawa clubs trash god

apple picking same year in a row wit z <3 and hamza and fams lol

saw the kids and got to be stupid again loool

anyways came back to my actual life

like it just felt weird knowing that the place I had all my memories and experiences in like.. felt nothing

even the forest felt weird like I didn't need to be there anymore?

as much as tried to drown myself in obsession and my past and bad habits.. I couldn't?

im being forced to move forward and learned Sunday was the last experience it was just eye opening

after the emotional shit I sat down again and had a whole purging

I never felt that bad and horrible and drowned in obsession since raglan..

like.. deleted the hidden pictures... the feeling.. like I've done this before...

that was the final straw..

you think its over just because I am dead but its not over..the games just begun.

never again.

anyways I met Aisha!!! love her vibe with her heavy

introduceed me to the sugar shit YOOOO LMFAOOO

THEN WE STARTING PIMPIN AND MAKING EXTRA MONEY

NO MORE MONEY STRUGGLE

GOT FUCKED OVER HEART TURNED COLD NOW WE FOCUSING ON MONEY CAREER POWER PLAYING THESE HOES FOR THEY MONEY AND RECLAIMING MYSELF

weird ass fucking people but get the money and go

stack up crazy and saving up this past few months

and just chilling w friends and therapy sessions

scheming and planning for the future

therapy sessions

got close with Lisa

oh yeah BOLO!! UGH BEST GYM

ALSO OMG I FORGOT I SAW BROCKHAMPTON AGAIN!!! AND SOMEHOW GOT TO THE BARRIER AND LITERALLY HAD SO MUCH INTERACTION WITH KEVIN LIKE SINGING TOGETHER AND THEN HE CAME DOWN SAID I GOTCHU AND TOOK TWO PICS WITH ME FUCKGIERGEIUTHSEUH THAT WAS INSANEEE MY LIFE WILDDDD

iconic holiday party and New Years with again like random weird ppl and my girls exemplifying how wild and fresh the whole experience of this year was

at least I be waking up warm and clean in MY PLACEby myself with no bullshit

just like.. got a new place new job new city basically live the life I always wanted? reading movies? new friends no problems? wtf how my life change so quick

new interesting experiences

getting drunk high dancing at my place out in these streets just meeting bare people all these new people and experiences holy shit...

and like yeah im not where I want to be but this progress and process is FUN now

everything a strategy and a move and love staying busy

wish I had more free time tho I never feel rested my life fucking crazy LOOL

that weirdo bitch who thought he was dating me UGHHH BOTTOM OF THE BARRELL JUST FOR A CAR AND FOOD BITCHARE U CRAZY

power trip crazy im so sorry jfc

anyways block and move on

met Chris and we still talking for like 3 months in a row god... lol gunna see him Saturday idk was the HALE going on

im like surrounded by hoes???? and I don't want it GOD I JUST BEEN FOCUSING ON ME AND MONEYFUCK EVERYONE ELSE

idek what else maybe im missing shit but this whole year wild best year of MY LIFE though

idk what the fuck gunna happen in 2020 cuz my split lives and the chaos and playing hoes and always thinking about opportunity and abundance and money got my mind and moves all wrapped in strategy but we only ONNLY ONLYYY GOING UP from here no excuses lets fucking go I always say this but 2019 was fucking wild and you know what.. lets fucking go 2020 LETS FUCKING GO as long as I don't gain weight LMFAO lets fucking GO. money and power on my mind exclusively. gl imma see you in 2 years. focusing on bigger things but at least im OUT HERE and ESCAPED and we onLY ATTRACTING AND MANIFESTING ABUNDANCE

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