cars over everything

Holy shit I just realized that the reason Shouji has absolutely NOTHING in his room might be because he wants an empty open space to decompress

Like with his quirk he could easily suffer from sensory overload and needs a quiet and non-distracting space

His space is empty because he’s around Too Much™

Growing Up Fucking Sucks


Breathe // Laura Osnes

Poison & Wine // The Civil Wars

Quiet // Natalie Weiss

With or Without You // U2

Landslide // Anthony

Over My Head (Cable Car) // The Fray

Cannonball // Damien Rice

This Isn’t Everything You Are // Snow Patrol

Rejection: Version 2

A/N: This is not a part 2 of Rejection…it’s just a different version for the scenario that was requested.

A warm hand gently brushed the loose strands of hair from my face causing me to stir in my sleep. The sound of soft whispers and the smell of fresh brewed coffee pulled me further out of my sleep. Refusing to oblige with the intruders wishes I snuggled under the blankets more.

“Wake up!” Going for the more aggressive approach the blankets were ripped off of me and a strong hand smacked my butt.

“No.” I whined failing on my bed. The intruder softly chuckled and laid down next to me pulling me into his arms.

“But it’s your birthday.” He rested his chin on top of my head and hugged me close. I snuggled into his warm embrace wishing that this moment would never end. The smell of his cologne danced over my nose as I breathed him in.

“So, I just wanna stay in bed all day.”

“I have so many things planned today.” He groaned.

“I don’t care.” His hand slid down to my butt and smacked it again. “Jay!” I exclaimed pushing myself off of his chest.

“You have thirty minutes to get ready and then we’re leaving.” He slid off my bed and left my room. I collapsed back onto my bed releasing a deep sigh.

“Why do you do that?” I mumbled to myself. He always touched me so casually as if it meant nothing to him. Pushing myself off the bed and getting ready for whatever adventure he had planned, I thought about our relationship.

To others we looked like a couple, but to him we were just friends…best friends. To me…he was the person I loved the most. Keeping that secret was painful, but losing him would be worse.

“Ready?” His gentle eyes met mine as he removed the coffee cup from his plump lips.

“Mh.” I walked over to him taking the cup from his hands. Placing it to my own lips, I smiled thinking of how his lips once touched this spot as well. Jay’s hand slid to the back of my waist and pulled me in between his legs.

“Happy birthday.” He said once again before leaning in and kissing my cheek.

“You already said that.” I struggled to remove myself from his hold.

“Yeah, but it’s a special day.” Not being able to break free from him, he ran his hand up my back and rubbed it affectionately.

“Are we ready to go?” I embarrassedly broke free this time and placed the cup down.

“Mh.” He picked up a piece of muffin from his plate and placed it to my lips. Following his orders I opened my mouth enough for him to give me the piece of muffin. His fingers gently grazed my lips as I accepted the bite. His finger immediately met his lips as he licked the crumbs from his fingers. “What?” He asked noticing me staring at him in disbelief.

“No-nothing.” I rushed to the door and slipped on my sneakers. He chuckled following along and reached for my hand leading me out the door.

Even though I protested leaving, I always enjoyed my birthday with him. He had made a point to plan surprises for me every year, some big and some small. Though, all were just as important. My favorite birthday was when he had made dinner for me at my apartment. He struggled in the kitchen, but tried his best to make my favorite pasta. It wasn’t the best, but because he tried so hard I ate it.

“Pick anything you want.” Jay led me into an expensive looking clothing store.

“What?” I looked around the store mentally pricing everything in sight.

“Pick a dress, matching shoes, a purse if you like,” he picked up a few purses showing me my options, “or anything else that would complete an outfit.”

“No, thank you.” I looked at the price of one of the bags and headed for the door.

“You can’t show up at your surprise party in jeans.” Jay gently grabbed my wrist and guided me further into the store.

“Surprise party,” I chuckled, “It’s not really a surprise if you tell me about it.”

“Everyone knows about their surprise party.” Jay removed a few dresses from the rack and held them up to me.

“I can just wear something from home.” I pushed his dress choices away from me.

“We don’t have time to go back to your place. Besides…it’s a birthday gift.” Jay circled around the store looking for dresses that suited me.

“Jay.” I whined following behind. He turned placing his hand on my lower back again and kissed my forehead.

“I want you to feel special, so please pick something.”

Doing as he asked I started browsing through the racks. The prices always caught my eyes and I couldn’t bring myself to pick up anything. My hands ruffled through another rack when I found the perfect dress for me. I pulled it out and held it up staring at it against my body. The color suited me, which just happened to be his favorite color. I looked at the price tag and shuddered. Before Jay could see me I placed the dress back on the rack.

“I don’t see anything. Nothing here is really my style.”

“That’s fine,” he looked disappointed, “I gotta make a quick phone call, so I’ll meet you back at the car.” I nodded leaving him behind.  

Jay was always a generous person, sometimes too generous. I always advised him to spend the money on himself and his family, but he always said his close friends are like family. That was always his excuse to spoil me. My past birthdays never consisted of a shopping spree, especially an expensive one. I liked the drives to the beach, hanging out at the local arcade, or even just chilling at my place.

I looked in the rearview mirror seeing Jay walking up to the car. He opened the trunk and closed it again before entering the driver’s side and started the car. The music that was blaring on our drive here was immediately turned off as he sighed deeply and drove off. The tension was building up and making me uncomfortable.

“Did something happen?” I cautiously asked.

“No, why?” He tilted his head to the side and ran his hand through his hair.

“You just seem upset. And I know you said you had a phone call to make so…” Jay sighed heavily and pulled the car over. “Is everything okay?” He turned the engine off and laid his head on the steering wheel and stared at me intently. I followed his lead and laid my head on the dashboard to be in his line of vision.

“You know you look really good in blue.”


“The dress.”


“You obviously liked it. I saw the way your eyes lit up when you held it.”

“Did you see the price? It wasn’t worth it.”

“Seeing your eyes light up like that is worth it,” he placed his hand on my cheek and smiled, “And if wearing that dress is going to make you feel special tonight…then it’s worth it.”

“Fine, okay,” I sighed giving in to his smile, “I’ll get the dress.” He smirked and sat up starting the car up again.

“It’s fine. I already got it—“


“And shoes—“

“You only said a dress!”

“And a purse.”

“Park Jaebeom!”

“And a necklace.”

“You don’t even know my sizes!”

“Trust me,” he looked me up and down, “I know your sizes.”

Jay drove off and continued to tease me about the dress. I couldn’t lie; I was slightly…no I was really happy. He made me really happy.

Looking in the mirror of the nightclub’s bathroom, I smiled at my reflection impressed with the shoes and accessories he picked. I couldn’t wait to show him how I looked and entered the dance floor.

“Happy Birthday!” Jay and the others shouted as I joined them in the VIP section. He greeted me with a glass of champagne and kissed my cheek. “You look amazing.” He shouted in my ear over the music.

“Thank you!” I tried not to blush while downing my drink. He smiled as he watched my every move.

“Drink as much as you want. I’ll take care of you.”

I did as he suggested and drank. How can one resist birthday shots with their friends? Hoody, though she was sometimes distant, danced with me on dance floor. The rest of AOMG hooted and howled as she showed off her moves. A hand slid from behind my waist and pulled me close. I would recognize that tattooed hand anywhere. I smiled continuing to dance against his body as his movements followed along with mine. Hoody smiled mischievously and left us alone on the dance floor. I turned facing him and wrapped my arms around his neck.

“Thank you.”

“You keep saying that.” He chuckled.

“Because I mean it. You’re such a great person and you have a beautiful heart.”

“You’re drunk.”

“Only a little, but I mean it.” He smiled grabbing my hand and led me to the bar for a drink. He grabbed a small napkin and carefully wiped the sweat from my face trying not to smear my makeup. Jay had always been so thoughtful and took care of me so well. That’s when I realized it was impossible not to fall in love with him. The bartender delivered his beer and my cocktail.

I stood on my tippy toes and reached my lips to his.

“Whoa, what are you doing?” He chuckled pushed me away keeping his distance.


“Its fine, it’s just…weird.” He brought his beer to his lips while I processed what he said.

“Why?” My voice came out a pained whispered.

“Hm?” He brought his attention toward me again.

“Why is it weird?”

“Because we’re friends.”

“Yeah, but you send me those signals.”

“Signals,” he let out a chuckle, “what signals?” Jay was rather confused but waited for my answer.

“The touching, the kissing, you smacking my ass…I mean there’s so many. Even today with buy me this dress.” I too, was suddenly very confused.

“What?! I do those things because we’re friends. Because I’m comfortable with you. There’s no special meaning behind anything. Sometimes a touch is just a touch.” His voice was stern while he tried to clear up the misunderstanding.


“I’m not interested in you that way,” he tried to reach for my hand in an effort to comfort me, “I’m sorry.” I move my hand to my side keeping a distance.

“No, it’s fine. I get it.” My eyes began to burn from the tear forming in my eyes. I turned quickly to hide my face and escape this disaster.

“Where are you going?”

“I don’t really feel like celebrating anymore.”

“It’s your birthday.”

“Yeah and it’s probably one of the worst birthdays I’ve had.” I turned showing him my face and the tears that streamed down my cheeks. “I fell in love with my best friend and I was stupid enough to think he felt the same.” He set his beer down trying to reach for me, but I backed away from him.

“If you don’t want to celebrate, let me drive you—“

“Don’t do that!”

“Do what?”

“Be so nice to me. It only confuses me more.” I stormed off, but he followed close behind.

“Please…can we just pretend like nothing happened?” Jay caught up to me and stood in front of me blocking my path.

“You want me to pretend like I didn’t tell you I was in love with you?” I clinched at my chest trying to stop the pain in my heart.

“It’s just…you’re really important to me and I really care about our friendship.”

“I can’t be your friend anymore!” I shoved past him and didn’t look back.

The following morning I woke up in a haze and my head pounding. I couldn’t tell if my head hurt from all the crying or from all the alcohol I consumed the night before. What I did know is that I was rejected. Needing time and space, I forced myself to get out of bed and started to make changes. My door code was the main change. He was free to enter and leave as he pleased, but not anymore. Jay would have to knock like any other person. Checking my phone I had multiple texts…mostly from Jay and several missed phones…all from Jay.

I responded to all his texts with a simple one: LEAVE ME ALONE.

Jay did as I asked. He no longer randomly showed up nor did he call at odd hours. He didn’t send me random snapchats or comment on my instagram pictures. He left me alone.

I searched in my fridge for something to munch on when a soft knock from my door startled me. I peaked at the clock checking the time.


“Hey.” He whispered softly unsure of his presence being welcomed. In his hands was a big pink pastry box that he held carefully.

“What’re you doing her—“

“You never got to blow out your birthday candles…so I thought why not buy you a cake.” Jay seemed nervous, which was a first for him.

“My birthday was 3 months ago…so?” I started to shut the door, but he blocked it with his foot.

“Please…” I almost rejected his request again until I saw his eyes. They were like mine that night, the night I revealed myself to him. Opening the door wider for him to enter, he kicked off his shoes and went to my kitchen. I sat on the kitchen counter watching him fumble in his pockets for the candles and some matches. He turned the lights out before lighting the candles and turned towards me. The cake’s dim lighting glowed on his hesitant face as he walked towards me. “Close your eyes and make a wish.”

Doing as he said I closed my eyes, but didn’t wish. I had nothing to wish for anymore. Opening my eyes again and looking at the cake I stopped.

I love you, was written in blue frosting. Immediately I looked to him for answers.

“What is this?” My eyes blurred.

“I miss you,” his voice cracked, “I miss you so much. And I’m an idiot, because you were there in front of me this whole time and I was too stupid to see it. These past few months have been so hard, because all I wanted to do was see you and talk to you and just be with you. I’m sorry that it took me so long to realize it, but I love you.”

I smiled blowing out the handles and leaned in to kiss his lips. He chuckled resting his forehead against mine as our hearts began to heal.

Car Crash RP Open for anyone really.

Eren groaned, his body hurt everywhere. One moment he was driving back his boyfriend’s apartment, it was raining pretty hard; and the next his windshield was broken and his car was flipped over, plus everything hurt. He tried moving his hand to his pocket to try and call the paramedics, maybe even his boyfriend but it hurt so bad to move. He slowly turned his head to the side to see his arm was twisted at an odd angle.

     He whimpered and closed his eyes, his stomach lurching. He tried to move his legs to no avail but found it also very painful. He didn’t even want to know what his legs looked like, he must’ve looked like a huge mess. He whimpered again before calling out weakly,”S-someone…p-please h-help m-me….i-it hurts so bad….h-help.”


Instead of getting angry, Japanese soccer fans cleaned up the stadium after their loss

 When American fans win a major sporting event, they often like to celebrate by turning over cars and burning everything in sight. When Japanese teams lose, it turns out that fans commiserate by cleaning the stadium.

On Saturday, Japan lost its first World Cup match with the Ivory Coast by 2-1. While that could have been a demoralizing start for most sports enthusiasts, a bunch of Japanese fans who attended the event at Arena Pernambuco in Recife, Brazil decided to respond with an unbelievably classy move: cleaning up the stadium.

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