reminder that i’ve got a redbubble store now for the mentally strange 😏👍

peter loves to cosplay and decided to seduced tony, wearing a stripper outfit.

That’s a very interesting concept, my pal.

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The art of dressing as one’s favorite media character or a famous person isn’t something that’s appreciated by everyone equally. Some consider it, as said before, art, some think of it as a children’s thing to do, others as just an unusual hobby.

To Peter, who had a special hand-made costume for every Halloween and had it planned three or four months in advance, cosplaying was a way to express himself, his interests and manual skills. Once in a workshop with his boss, Tony Stark, he could spend more time designing new projects for sale than actual working, making Tony upset, but always shrugging it off, as long as the kid always completed given tasks on time.

“Peter, focus, please” Tony would say every now and then, when Peter instead of helping him, would think of another cosplay idea he had.

Sometimes it was hard to tell whether he was distracted by the ideas, or by Tony Stark himself. Peter would stare at his boss and daydream about being bent over the nearest desk, having his hair pulled and ass spanked, and he would then excuse himself to the bathroom and jerk off to that thought, because he didn’t want Tony to see the boner through his pants. That would be awkward, to say the least.

But Peter was so unskilled when it came to dating and asking people out, he knew he was at the lost position. He even shared his sweet little secret with MJ, when they were in a coffee shop Peter had invited her to. MJ was his best friend and a personal therapist, always helping him to cope with his problems.  

“I don’t know, MJ. I can’t stop looking at him. And he thinks I only think of new designs and the next convention I’m taking part in.”

“Well, he’s only half wrong”, she shrugged, making Peter glare at her. “I don’t know either. Dress as a stripper and go to his bedroom like that. Sometimes it works in cheesy movies.”

Peter’s eyes opened wide, his eyebrows raised. He echoed MJ’s words in his mind.

“Holy shit, Michelle! That’s a plan!”

“Wait, what? No, I was kidding, Pete. Peter.”

But Peter Parker wasn’t listening. Quickly getting up, he saw stars for a second, but when the pressure in his head came back to normal, he ran out of the coffee shop, leaving the unfinished ginger tea and facepalming MJ behind. He really thought it was a great idea. Damn, he loved this girl. He would marry her, if only he was straight.

First thing he did was going to the lingerie shop to buy some lace underwear and stockings. Unfortunately their prices were not very suitable for his day-to-day wallet contention, so he had to use the savings he had, that were supposed to be spent on the next cosplay event in New York. But this was more important. Tony was more important.

Meanwhile, MJ tried to call him around ten times and sent fifteen messages that it was a joke and he should not do anything like that, ever. He ignored it all.

Next on his quick shopping list was something cute on top, and he didn’t quite figure it out yet. Visiting another chain store with clothes made him sigh in impatience, as he wanted to collect his outfit as soon as possible. A casual T-shirt wasn’t in no way acceptable, nor was wearing nothing at all.

Something he could take off easily, that wouldn’t bother him that much.

That was when he saw these weird looking, cotton crop tops that were pretty short for a shirt. They looked more like a sports bra, but very loose and thin. Peter approached the hangers and took one, put it to his chest to check out and decided to try it on. In the fitting room, he discovered it looked quite sexy on him, considering his rather skinny silhouette and muscles. It had ragged edges and was comfortable on his skin.

He didn’t hesitate any longer and bought it. With a smile on his face, he came back home, still ignoring MJ’s phone calls and messages.

Aunt May was leaving around 5 minutes after he was back, so he waited until she closed the door behind her and opened his new beauties. He laid them on his bed and went to May’s wardrobe to borrow her heels he’d given her on Christmas last year. They had the same size, luckily, but still wearing shoes designed for female feet was a little difficult for him.

When he gathered everything he needed, he dressed in his quick, unoriginal cosplay idea – a stripper for Tony Stark. May’s heels were uncomfortable at their finest, but he managed to walk a few meters and move his hips a little, just to check how it’d look overall. He liked his body in this costume, and was pretty confident about MJ’s plan. Actually, now it was his plan, since she changed her mind, but it didn’t matter as long as it was going to work. And it was.

Peter waited for a rather tough day at work, so that Tony was tired and ready to relax in the evening. That was when Peter wanted to intervene. To relieve Tony’s stress, and maybe seduce him finally. He didn’t think about his plan going wrong, he didn’t have any idea of excuse or what to do if Tony got furious over his young, silly intern trying to achieve anything.

Any day could be the day, so Peter carried his outfit in the bag and kept it locked in his work room. While being with Tony downstairs, he’d often think about his exact plan of action when finally confronting his boss alone in the bedroom. Eventually he decided to just go with the flow and be spontaneous, the first impression of Peter in these stripper clothes surely making Tony speechless.  

“Pete, could you please bring me some coffee?” He murmured under his breath, hunching at one of the big desks, his eyes on some complicated equations he had written down.

“It’s your fourth one today, Mr. Stark. And it’s just noon...” Peter looked at him, frowning in worry.  

“Just do it, Petey, please. I’m literally about to faint.”

Obediently, Peter made them both another coffee, sweet and milky for himself, black and strong for Tony. He smirked unintentionally when thought that he had the ideal opportunity. Tony was exhausted and needed to relax. Peter wanted to bring it to him as well, along with the coffee.  

Waiting for evening to come wasn’t going to work for him; he was impatient, eager to change his clothes and make his superior crazy for him.  

So, he dressed quickly right in front of the basement entrance, grabbed the tray with their beverages and walked in, Tony’s back to him. Peter approached him slowly, careful for his heels not to make any sound, and placed the coffees right in front Tony.  

“Here, Mr. Stark”, he said in a low voice. At first, Tony didn’t realize his intern was half naked right next to him, but when he was to grab something further from him, he raised his head. Seeing Peter like that, striking a pose and exposing his body, made him back up a little on his chair and blink a few times.  

“What... is going on...?” He articulated.  

“You’re tired and stressed out, Mr. Stark. I thought I could, you know. Help you a little.”

All those looks Peter’s been giving him, all those heart eyes, touching hands when exchanging tools, kind smiles. It was all clear now, and Tony was relieved he wasn’t delusional. He exhaled, leaning back in his chair.  

“Come here, baby boy.”

Something twitched in Peter’s guts, as well as in his dick. He did as ordered, sat in Tony’s lap, his legs spread, Tony’s hands reaching for his butt immediately.  

“I’ve been waiting for this to happen. You have no idea.” Tony’s pupils widened, his cloth-covered cock pressing against Peter’s.  

“I think I have, Mr. Stark.”

At these words, Tony grabbed him and seated on the nearest table he’d been working at, previously clearing it away with his arm. Peter’s body adjusted to him, his ankles on Tony’s shoulders, his arms supporting him on the table.

“I almost forgot you’re so flexible, boy. I can fuck you in any position I want, and you’ll be fine.”

Peter brushed his own cock at these words, the arousal making him even more impatient. He took his shirt off, threw it away and laid back on the table, his knees almost near his shoulders.

“I need you, Mr. Stark, please...” He moaned, stroking his inner thigh with one hand, his hole with the other. “Take these clothes off me, sir.”

Tony groaned, hungrily ripping the underwear off him. He left the stockings and heels, because sometimes Peter in such dressing was the only thing on his mind when jacking off at night.  

“You’re so beautiful, Peter. So beautiful.”

They fucked on Tony’s work table. Peter put his ass up in the air, his hole almost facing the ceiling, so that Tony could fill him whole. After a few minutes Peter came down and turned back, Tony bending him over, pulling his knee up on the table. He spread Peter’s cheeks and stroked his hole with one thumb, making the boy hum in pleasure. When stretching him again, he asked, “Do you like that, baby?” and Peter responded, barely opening his mouth, shaking, “Yeahhh, please...”

Beautiful moans and cries coming from Peter were music to Tony’s ears. Reaching his climax, Peter was drooling, not being able to close his mouth, constantly groaning quiet fucks and Mr. Starks. Tony pulled his hair when he felt his own orgasm and pounded harder a few times, abusing Peter’s hole.  

Panting loudly, they pulled away, Peter half lying on the table and Tony cleaning them both up. He caressed Peter’s naked butt, then leaned on and kissed it, making the boy chuckle.  

“How are you feeling now, Mr. Stark?” He asked.

“Never better”, Tony pulled him back close, now facing each other, “All thanks to you, baby boy. We totally have to repeat it some time.”

A Gentleman’s Guide to Lingerie

Rating: T; for suggestive themes and comic mischief.

Pairing: Bertolt x Ymir; Beruyumi

Summary: Bertolt just wants to buy something nice for Ymir. Easy enough, right? Well… when an impromptu trip to Vicky’s Secret goes all sorts of wrong and leaves him scratching his head, he finds himself utterly lost in what appears to be a colossal mistake.

Word Count: 1216

A/N: See what I did there with the summary? LOL!

Okay so the thing is, I have like five other beruyumi one-shots sitting in my drafts, BUT I’ve been hesitant to upload the stuff cuz I feel like I’m alone in shipping these two dorks :/

But, meh, this time I figured… why not? No lie, this was written a year ago haha

Their anniversary was coming up.

Bertolt walked aimlessly around the Downtown Plaza, shuffling through various shops in search of the perfect gift for his significant other of three years.

Ymir wasn’t high maintenance, thank god, therefore anything would suffice.

Finally, after nearly two exhaustive hours in hot pursuit of a reasonable (and preferably heartfelt) gift, he stumbled upon a promising site.

Victoria’s Secret.

He suddenly ceased all movement right in the middle of the sidewalk, contemplating his plan of attack.

Plenty of guys have gone in and bought something for their girlfriends, right?

He liked the idea of getting her some sexy, playful lingerie – a nice surprise for both of them.

It seemed like a good idea, anyway.

As he wandered inside, he gawked at the selection, intimidated by the multitude of colors, the strong sensual scents, and the innumerable racks of unfamiliar territory.

Surrounded by only women, heat instantly rose to his cheeks, blushing in utter humiliation. The sweaty giant could only hope they weren’t being judgmental or weren’t immensely frightened by his presence.

Dammit! Do I look like a perv right now?!

An abrupt but friendly voice from behind caught him off guard. “Any way I can be of assistance?” It was but a mere saleslady, come to greet him and offer assistance.

Bertolt found himself slightly terrified.

He internally shrieked, struggling to keep his composure. “Uhhhh…. Uhh….” he stammered nervously. “I… uhhh… I’m just browsing.”

“Okay, well let me know if you need anything.” The saleslady smiled politely and then promptly walked away, leaving him alone to stutter like an idiot.

This is mortifying!

He trudged over to the panties section. Praying to gods above that nobody was watching, he peaked into a few drawers, examining the assortment in pure incredulity.

There were different sizes… wait… what?

Is she a medium? Definitely not an XL. And what the hell is that?

He picked up a thong, at least he thought it was a thong. G-string perhaps?

How… just how does this constitute as underwear?!

He fiddled around with a cheekier style of panty.

What… is this… How can you tell the difference?! Who designed these?!

His brain scrambled like an egg as he rushed to the bra section, hoping it would be less complicated.

A black lace bra instantly caught his eye.

This would look good on her.

He reached for it curiously- only to be baffled by the sizing and numbers.

Why are these cups so huge? And the numbers… what the hell?! 40? 40 what?! Is that 40 inches or centimeters?

He tossed the demonic piece of fabric aside. A violet bra taunted him with even more confusion.

What’s a 34B? This looks smaller than that 40DD.

His hands toyed with the material, unsure what to do next.

I’ve never measured her breasts before… is that even something I should know?

He tried picturing Ymir naked to aid in his pathetic attempt at size calibration.

When that failed miserably, he was flustered to discover he only managed to get himself incredibly hot and bothered.

Accepting defeat, he placed the bra back on the display, and hustled towards the perfume section.

Maybe she’ll like one of these instead…

He inhaled an overwhelming peachy scent.

Ugh. Too strong.

The next one he picked up reminded him of little old ladies.

Too granny.

The final perfume smelled way too girly.

Ymir wouldn’t go for that.

He sighed in dejection, convinced he was screwed.

The saleslady from before approached him, taking note of his despondent demeanor.

“Trying to find something for that special lady in your life?” she asked. The poor guy looked like a lost puppy.

Bertolt nodded. “Trying, yeah. It doesn’t help that I have no clue how any of this sizing works.”

The woman tapped her chin and hummed, as if strategizing. A light bulb went off in her head; she had the perfect resolution to the sweaty giant’s crisis!

“Follow me this way,” she asserted. “I know just the thing…”

Bertolt sheepishly agreed, walking behind her while marveling at yet another myriad of vivid colors and sparkly fabric.

The vast selection of mere underwear (underwear, for godssake!) was enough to make him go permanently cross-eyed.

Damn, it was like a whole ‘nother world!

Pulling him from his mindless daze, the lady gestured towards a serious contender.

“How about something like this?” She held up a roguishly dark red robe, intricately designed with what felt like smooth satin.

Bertolt supposed it could potentially work for Ymir.

But, he thought cautiously, rubbing his chin while wordlessly staring at the robe, is she a small or medium…

The woman sighed, realizing he was still struggling with trying to size it out.

“If it’s any help… I’m a medium,” she stated casually in an attempt to help in his decision-making.

All right, he thought. Then Ymir’s definitely a small.

No offense to the saleslady of course…

Later that night in their apartment, Bertolt presented the gift first thing after he waltzed through the door, a pink Victoria Secret bag in hand.

Ymir’s eyes widened in disbelief. “You actually went in there all by yourself?!”

Bertolt nervously rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeahhh…”

With a wry chuckle, she kissed him on the cheek and flashed a flirtatious smile. Wiggling both eyebrows suggestively, she graciously accepted the bag with both hands. “I’m gonna go try this on.” Disappearing into the bedroom, she was quick to add an enthusiastic, “Be right out!”

Momentarily relieved, Bertolt slumped against the living room couch, waiting patiently for her return.

Before long, Ymir emerged from the bedroom, sauntering his way while clad in the scandalous satin robe.

“You know,” she began, “lingerie has never really been my thing.”

Truth be told, Victoria Secret had never really been her thing. She hardly ever went in there herself, finding the plethora of femininity and overpriced, over-the-top frilly little garments completely overrated.

But the fact that Bertolt had gone out of his way to buy something nice for her was all that really mattered.

It’s the thought that counts.

And hell, the sleek red robe looked absolutely amazing on her.

She equated the entire scenario with that of playing dress-up. Might come in handy for some kinky role-playing…

Bertolt stood up from the couch, a look of concern etched on his face. “You don’t like it?”

“It’s not all that bad,” Ymir replied, ambling closer towards him. “But regardless of what I’m wearing…” She paused, looking him directly in the eye. Pushing him back against the couch, she straddled him at the waist, assuming control over the situation with purposeful intent. Satisfied in having him right where she wanted him, she leaned in closer, nibbling his ear while whispering seductively, “There’s nothing quite like…”

Still teasing him mercilessly, she began kissing along his jawline, working her way down slowly to his neck.

“Like what?” he finally asked, his voice low and shaky, aching for her touch as he felt the lower portion of his body throb violently.

Ymir leveled her face with his, a lustful smirk playing on her lips as she relieved herself of the garment, exposing herself entirely.

Before they commenced an evening full of passionate love-making, she put a definitive end to the suspenseful pretense. Her response finally came in a sultry, smooth whisper.

“Taking it off.”

Happy anniversary, indeed.

Flower Boy Prince pt. 5

VIXX Leo (Taekwoon) X You X VIXX Ravi (Wonshik)

genre: fluff (and a slice of baby angst, i think?)

a/u: college friends

Bias X Reader

After your roommate, ran interference via request by text message in the middle of the movie theater, Wonshik took her home and you left the theater with Taekwoon. You had walked down just a few blocks to a small hole in the wall “mom and pop” type restaurant. Sliding into a seat next to a wall, you waited for someone to come up and take your orders. After placing them fairly quickly because it was a specialty food shop, you sat grinning at each other. You dipped your head and looked at your lap out of overwhelming shyness all of a sudden. Taekwoon chuckled and leaned forward as he lightly tapped the table. “What is it? Why are you acting like that all of a sudden?” “It’s nothing, it’s just….” You looked back up at him, “You’ve been so different since yesterday. It’s hard to believe. Feels like it came out of nowhere.” He smiled and sat back in his seat and glanced to the side a bit unsure about how to say his next words. “It’s not really out of nowhere…I’ve just never had the chance…found the time to tell you…” You nodded because you knew the very feeling and found it quite ironic. But mostly, relieving. You hadn’t been crushing on him in vain. You weren’t just imagining the glances he would give you on nights out with his friends. Or the nervous pitch in his voice the first time he called your phone after you exchanged numbers. Taekwoon continued, “I’ve liked you for some time now. Ever since we met in Costume Design…” You stifled a scream at the memory. The day he transferred into your professor’s class from a different costume design class, your “model” had been out sick, so you were busy showing your draft to some other class mates on yourself. You were mid-unnecessary spin with your arms spread out to the sides moving up and down, when he came in the door and you whacked him in the chin. He stumbled backwards and your classmates half laughed, half gasped. You rushed him with apologies and helped him get his balance back. You ended up following him to an empty seat to make sure he wasn’t bleeding or bruised. You had recognized him from other classes before, but that was your first time actually meeting.  “It really didn’t even hurt. I just liked the attention I was getting from you after it happened.”  Your mouth dropped open and eyes widened. He smiled smugly, “It was worth it.”  After that day you didn’t talk much per-se besides a standard greeting on entering the classroom or leaving for the day or questions about the coursework. Until one day you had to pick reading partners and he waltzed up and picked you. “I knew you were serious about work, so it was a plus.” “That’s the story you sold to me!” You  both laughed at the memory. You crossed information in your mind and started to see all the tiny hints he had laid out all along. Shaking your head you commented,  “This is unbelievable.” “I didn’t wanna ruin anything. We were becoming such good friends. I wanted to wait until I was sure..” “Sure about what?” “Sure about my feelings…I liked you, but I didn’t know how much. though it would fade over time. But it’s been a year and now it’s like–I felt like I was going to explode if I didn’t tell you soon. I wanted to tell you at the cat cafe yesterday…” He sucked his teeth with regret, then reached over the table and took your hand. Stroking the backs of your hands with his thumbs softly, he looked deeply into your eyes and asked, “Y/N…I like you. As more than a friend. I want to walk you home from work and meet you on our lunch breaks, and take walks on the weekend and eat food together. I want you to wait for me after class and walk me to the train before I go to work. I want to kiss you good night…” You could feel your breath quicken. You blinked rapidly to make sure you were really awake. Taekwoon’s voice drifted across the table softly and tickled your whole body. You couldn’t help but smile at the warmth spreading inside you. “Will you give me a chance? We’re already such good friends, I know I can take good care of you and you of me.” As much as you crushed on Taekwoon, you couldn’t help but feel a string of hesitation plucking away in your brain. You were great friends, yes. You secretly crushed on him for the last couple of months and apparently he had liked you from the moment you officially met each other. But romantic relationships had a way of changing people. Had a way of layering expectations that one would never put on a friend. Even though you both had been great friends all through and until now, how could you be sure your relationship would live up to expectations and maintain your friendship at the same time? You didn’t know Taekwoon as a boyfriend. He had given you very minute snippets in these last 24 hours, with his gentle worrying and careful demands. But what if, like it was said to, the things you liked so much about him became the things you hated? What if the same happened to him? What if his heart changed after seeing more of you than before? You wouldn’t be able to be friends again, and you would lose someone who was now very close to your heart. In the face of this real proposition and not a mere crush fantasy playing out in your day-dreaming head, you were actually scared. Taekwoon noticed your hesitation and stroked the backs of your hands with his thumbs. “You don’t have to answer me know. I just…needed you to know my feelings. Whatever you decide though…I don’t want our friendship to change…” “Me either, Taek…don’t take this the wrong way..I’m just..I’m just a bit..apprehensive about all this–not that I hadn’t thought of it myself!” You blurted out not wanting to give the wrong impression. Taekwoon’s facial expression suddenly brightened at your words. His eyebrows raised as he asked you,  “Really? You’ve thought about us before?” “Yeah…” You nodded shyly. “I’ve had a crush on you for a couple months now…but I couldn’t bring myself to tell you. I was scared I was overthinking things and confessing to you would ruin our friendship.” Taekwoon shook his head as he laughed softly. Sitting back in his seat he ran his hands through his hair, pushing it out of his eyes. Before looking at you seriously, “Our friendship is important to me, too. Very important. I wouldn’t even bring this up by chance of ruining it but–” he leaned forward and folded his arms on the table as he looked into your eyes. he seemed so determined and sure. “I’ve never felt this strongly about anyone before. I dream about you. I wake up wondering what you’re doing. I can’t wait to get to school and see you. I walk down the street and think I’ve heard your voice or smelled your perfect scent and lose my mind–” Leo exhaled harshly and sat back again, restless. “I feel like I’m going crazy, Y/N–I know I’ve gone crazy–crazy about you.” You baulked at the surety in his tone. His words spinning your head around. “Taek…” You breathed out. Taekwoon took your hands from across the table again.  “Just promise me you’ll think about it some more. You thought about it before..think about it again, won’t you?” You nodded silently, and looked into your lap where your phone was vibrating. Wonshik was calling..

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part 5 yeahhh!!! So my Marshmallows, where ya’ll at right now with this? Fed up? Stressed out? :D

I’ll wrap it up here,huh? Their stages seem to be abruptly finished (and so this fic will be, too).

All the other comeback eras ended with a neat little video addressing the wrap-up but this year nothing? I guess because we got some videos for their anniversary (which were so cute btw). Anyway. Don’t hurt me! XD! Think of it as an open ending for you to make your decision! A/N ** they eventually posted a "wrap up" video for their Shangri-La promotions. But this is it for this series still. lol

Love, Peace, and quick Fluff reads!

-admin Fluffintine

(04/02/2017)

So my dad bought me a new watch ystd and it’s like a really nice watch and I like it a lot. He bought it online and yayyyy i really appreciate that he buys stuff for me and dote on me like that. But sometimes he srsly like just needs to let go a bit more and give me more freedom like omg I’m alr 18. Okay, the watch isn’t like anything branded but I’m not materialistic so I don’t mind cuz it actually looks pretty nice to me :D The last few times my father bought watches for me but I didn’t really like the design that’s why I stopped wearing it after a few days. But im really afraid that my father will be like sad thinking about how I might be materialistic as the watches he buys aren’t branded. But like I really didn’t like the colour and design sooo :((((

And I started Dayre ystd. I didn’t like really start on it. I just kinda read Wu Li’s entries from May last year all the way to today (she started writing in Dayre like last year May) It’s like a blog too but it feels more like an online dairy but okay whatev it’s the same lol. But like i don’t want to shift to like dayre cuz I’ve alr got Tumblr and I don’t want to change so yeaaaa. Anyways, Tumblr also allows the personalisation of your own blog to suit our own selves so I personally think it might be better than Dayre even if it might be harder to use.

FUCK I JUST ACCIDENTALLY DELETED THE WHOLE THING. AND UNLIKE MICROSOFT WORD THERE ISNT ANY LIKE “GO BACK RECOVERY BUTTON” SO I HAVE TO FUCKING TYPE OUT EVERYTHING AGAIN?????

I didn’t go training yesterday and it was kinda stupid because I got caught in the rain while on the way back home and I had no umbrella so I gotta wait at Macpherson Mrt until the rain stopped and by the time I reached home it was alr 8;45 and it’s probably alr halfway through the training. When i got home I showered, eat and stuff by the time I started revising it was already 10.10 its like when training ends and I might as well go training lol. So ystd was damn unproductive I didn’t even do a single shit???

I’ve always wanted to be a captain or vice captain of something like idk. I’ve always wanted to be the captain of my Softball team but  I wasn’t really chosen because like lmao I have no leadership qualities??? And yeahhhh before Coach James announced the captain and vice-captain of softball I actually prayed that I would be chosen but hahahahaha. So like actually I was the rebel in softball I was the first person in the CCA to have a heated argument with coach James and I guess it actually matters. Like im the ace because of my skills but I definitely couldn’t be the captain because hahahaha like I said I had no leadership qualities, like really. Seniors be like making sure the Juniors wouldn’t slack and I will be there teaching the juniors how to like fake train and stuff lmaooo. The Juniors loves me but like I was kinda bad for them too HAHA. But apparently being a captain in softball back in secondary school and being captain in tkd in poly is like two different things. Back in softball, the captains didn’t have to do Admin stuff you see. Their job was just probably lead the team, that’s all. But for tkd there’s like so many admin stuff to do and I guess it’s a pretty tedious job. So when I heard that Daina or I was gg to be the vice-capt I was kinda glad like tbh. But the more I think about it, the more I feel that I would only like this position as a vice captain maybe cuz idk the recognition? If I’m given the responsibilities, I don’t think I would be responsible to deal and handle them appropriately. And tbh, i would really like to be the vice captain of something. I mean ive never taken up any leadership roles once in my life ever before. So it would rerally be pretty cool if i can be a vice captain of something.

So yayyyy the demo tea people are coming to my house tmr and I’m fucking excited. There’s like gonna be 13 of my friends coming to my house??!!!! That’s gonna be like the first I’m so excited. It would also be the first time Bryan is gna come to my house?? :D i really can’t wait for tmr I never had so many friends in my house and it’s gonna be fun I hope. Actually, I’m like vvv afraid it might be awkward? idk i have a feeling that it might end up awkward, then everyone will start using their phones and there wouldn’t be any f2f interaction then I’ll be so sad :((((

Okay, I’m like so distracted from really studying because i keep day-dreaming about the things I would do during the holidays and it makes me vvv excited until I can’t study at all. I’m alr very very very excited for the holidays. That means exams are over and I can finally enjoy myself. I have also so many plans for this holidays and it’s making me really happy whenever I think about my plans for the holidays.

So for the holidays, I would definitely find a job and work part time, and hopefully, their shifts are flexible so I can request to work for alternate days for a week. SO SO SO I wanna meet like Bryan duhhhhhh. Hopefully he has same job as me so like I can see him every day for the holidays hehe. I also wanna meet Geralyn, WuLi, and Yi Le. It’s been vvvv long since I last met all of them 3 tgt but yeahhh I wanna go shopping or idkkkk take cute photos tgt. I also want to spend more time with Jazlin, she’s a really cool person and like we don’t speak and meet out so often now a days. I also wanna like spend time with tkd people like they’re really cool and funny HAHA. Apparently, Bryan and I also planned to go to the zoo (maybe with his small sister) and to the beach too. I would love to take many cute photos with Bryan during the holidays idk I wna print them out too, if I had the money. I still wanna buy more clothes online tooo I’m outta clothes for school already. I’ve got so many things I would love to buy like idk all the lip products I want to collect different shades, so like I wouldn’t use the same old shade every day. I need a new foundation powder too, mine broke the other time, I think it still can be used but like I want a new one.

Oh yeah, and the day before this, Vincent asked me for sex again but I rejected him the second time. I’m like really proud but like actually, why would I even be proud. Like I mean I’m just being a proper human being so it’s nothing special like omg (shi wo gai zuo de). But tbh, vincent should stop this shit. like he knows i have a boyfriend and like HE HAS A GF TOO??? wyd girl wyd with him. Vincent is a nice friend but like he should seriously know when to draaw the line omfg.

(05/02/2017)

So yay the tkd demo ppl came to my house to like celebrate cny it’s like the first time I ever had friends to my house to celebrate cny with me yayy. It was like really fun ystd. It wasnt even a little awkward and it seems like everyone was enjoying the food and having fun too :D

(06/02/2017)

OH NO MOCK GRADING ON TUESDAY. I have to learn all from like blue tip to red help that’s four patterns I must know very very clearly. and there’s like cpes i have to study. cepp assignment which i need to complete fuck. i wna kms like rn