#WHY IS IT SO HARD TO FIND POPTART SONGS

[intotheelliwoods]

For no reason in particular, does anyone have any songs that may remind them of poptart-

[unholyverse]

the lore of the bands before (a pre-waterparks primer)

ok i’ve decided that i know too much and wanna make a livejournal style primer about the history of the band(s) before waterparks (pictured below) for anyone that wanted to know what the hell ive been talking about again for like the past two months. this shit’s legit man it has citations (and my commentary).

the blue poptarts

let’s begin with the first known form of the band, the blue poptarts, started roughly in 2004 under an unidentified different name with different members (source). also here’s their (extremely broken) myspace through the wayback machine

the band consisted of four people: awsten knight (vocalist, guitarist, keys), jawn rocha (guitarist, vocals), chris walzel (bassist, vocals), and owen marvin (drums)

(owen: far left, chris: kid with glasses, awsten: green shirt, jawn: kid that looks the least white) (extra note: i am so glad i never tried starting a band when i was 14)

now, what does a self proclaimed “radxcore, crunkadelique, yay, choloxcore, rainbowxcore, and applexcore” band sound like? like a band you used to listen to in like 2008 when you wanted to be ~different~ and when you discover it years later, you realize it sucks. that’s basically it.

they had an album called electric birthday party produced by jonathan cook (forever the sickest kids) (source) and the album art is still very endearing.

their recorded songs that can still be found include: 

all the dinosaurs are dead 

the airplane’s not supposed to fly this high 

it ain’t easy being gangsta 

the ballad of chadam kool

and here are some performances by them (some under very different lineups): 

at a hot topic (blurry version here)

pulling an i’m so sad, so very, very sad with a song called AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AA

a live cover of something where jawn is the only person i recognize in the lineup

one where the lights are just super red 

one from that same night but in blue 

this absolute wreck where awsten’s screams sound like pig squeals 

my personal favorite, their last show where there is silly string, awsten is screaming, and also he hangs off the ceiling

there’s a chapter in awsten’s book about the band’s escapades after a hot topic show in little rock, arkansas (here’s the tour poster for that if you’re so interested) where former member michael austin brought random hot topic employees into their hotel room and gave the members off brand viagra which made jawn think he was dying from it because he had suddenly gotten sick (he actually had food poisoning from the pizza they ate). yes this is all real.

after five years of being one giant wreck of a band with rotating members, the blue poptarts had their final show under that lineup in september 4, 2009 where they opened for blood on the dance floor (source) and presumably awsten got offered crack cocaine by them behind the venue (source). but there was more in store for some of them...

over 9000

you may ask, why the fuck is the title of the next section a dead dragon ball meme from 2006? and i have to answer with that is the actual name of the next band. it was 2010. just be glad it didn’t end up being the name of a rage comic.

awsten was very adamant about promoting his shitty little bands with his shitty little flyers outside of shows in the houston scene and one of these flyers ended up in the hands of otto wood, who contacted them through myspace (big deal because he literally does not have social media) and joined as a drummer for the new form of the band: over 9000 (also abbreviated as o9k or wo9k (we are over 9000)).

the lineup was still the same outside of the replacement of owen with otto and after the departure of chris, it was just three of them. 

this band is a little easier to trace because they were actually getting somewhere (at least they thought but we’ll get to that later), awsten mentioned some of it in his book, and also bc tumblr was rising in popularity at the time and sometimes you can actually find posts from that time if you look hard enough on here (a prime example is the @fuckyeahwo9k with old pics n shit). going off that, here is an also broken wayback capture of their blog before its deactivation and their twitter.

but anyways, back to the band. compared to its first iteration, over 9000 were more X___X than XD!!!!!! if you get what i’m saying. still very scene, but like not in the rainbow induced vomit way of last time. 

their first official show was on march 13, 2010 as dated by this video post-show of awsten going hardcore on the macarena. but their first known show with otto was on january 30, 2010 (source: this girl’s slideshow) (note: they were still technically called the blue poptarts at this point) at the source’s 16th birthday (i don’t know why them but it was 2010 *shrugs*). also the night before that birthday show was the events of the only youtube video on their channel where otto attempts to smother awsten with a pillow for being annoying. 

there are literally no studio recordings of their songs available so complied below are shitty live recordings of some of the songs i could salvage (general warning for heavy strobe and flashing lights)

youcan’taskquestionsduringmovienight

everything opens with an o / blood bath and beyond (note: these are two separate songs just in the same video and the second song is cut off at the end)

a car full of angry kids

some other songs they did live were either old blue poptarts songs or lost with lyrics only found here and here is someone with the old song files on their computer

here’s a setlist they had around the time (source) 

the shows weren’t near the amount of horrible chaos i documented earlier but rest assured, there are other videos at the least:

slideshow of their first official show

two povs of otto going unreasonably hard on the drums (king you are already carrying them you don’t have to do this)

the blue poptarts song, i set aquaman on fire, where awsten and jawn do a crabcore squat at some point. it’s very funny.

like less than half of a song where otto gets on his drumset to yell “MAKE NOISE” and it ends with awsten and jawn trying to situate the crowd

a very crunchy acoustic performance

their “no shirt, no shoes, no bass, no problem” show after chris left

supposedly the album was supposed to be called xThuggin Rhymesx (source) but i still have no idea if it was just a filler name / inside joke, but honestly given the fact that their name is over 9000 and it was 2010, i wouldn’t be surprised if this was the actual name.

there’s also only like two interviews of them in existence: a casual one with hometown friends/fans and one with a music magazine which both segue into the next part of all of this

the boys got the chance to record an album in detroit (images of the studio they were living in can be found on jawn’s twitpic here, here, and here) at 37 studios.

i’ll just let awsten explain the end of the band (passage taken from his book)

So the newly-formed band I was in with Otto was literally the product of us being bullied into making convoluted, garbage progressive rock. The music sucked. We weren’t good at performing it. We just sucked in every way, but that didn’t stop us from promoting it extremely hard and pushing it on the ears of anyone who had the displeasure of crossing our paths.

As soon as I graduated high school, we got an opportunity to work in Detroit with a certain band that a couple of us liked at the time [I See Stars], and we immediately jumped at the opportunity. The “manager” who set it up for us seemed very interested in our music and helping us grow as a group, so I was sold. I was so absolutely set on making the band work that I was willing to sink every penny I had into this trip, including any and all graduation money I received. We all did.

Upon arrival, we realized that this was a complete and utter shit-show.

We would be in Detroit for two weeks, essentially locked in the studio (we left the complex one time for a couple hours in the 14 days we were there) and were about to learn the hard way that most people in the “industry” don’t give a fuck about anyone but themselves. The amount of things we paid for and never got was staggering.

When we first showed up at the studio, the lowlife producer yelled, “Well, where’s all your fucking gear?” He asked us this despite the fact that being able to use their in-house gear was a fee included in the thousands of dollars we had somehow been able to scrounge together between the three of us.

He then tried charging us money to sleep on the mattresses that were in a side room, another cost that was already included in what we had paid. There was then a closed-door yelling match that we could clearly hear between the producer and the “manager” who had booked us this trip. We were off to a good start, but rest assured, it got much worse.

The producer we were paying to work with was celebrating his birthday by getting drunk and staying home, which extended through our entire trip. We never met the guy. We didn’t get to use the gear or equipment we paid to have our songs recorded with. The guy from the band we liked rarely made it into the studio, and if he did, he was always about seven hours late (even though he evidently lived twenty minutes away).

On what was supposed to be a long, productive day in which we went over our songs and restructured them to make them better, we waited around for twelve hours before he finally came in as the sun was setting. We had been so excited to have some creative input from a guy we respected, and by the time he arrived we were completely deflated.

“Fellas!” he cheerily greeted us. (What smug piece of shit has the audacity to walk in twelve hours late to work, where people are literally waiting for him to get started, and yell “Fellas”? Drop, you weak fuck.) “Sorry I’m late, but I brought chips!”

He threw a couple bags of Funyuns and Salt and Vinegar chips on the table in our direction. It’s hard to imagine a more creatively degrading situation, but it’s situations like these that have hardened me in a creative and business sense. He departed after an hour and a half.

I saw him again years later when we played the Vans Warped Tour in 2016, and I don’t think he recognized who I was, because he introduced himself to me with an ugly, “Sup brahhh?” Sometimes it’s hard not to punch someone in their shitty little rat face. Therapy makes you want to go back and defend past you from bad people/situations, and 2018 me would absolutely go back to 2010 and break this guy’s nose for disrespecting me, wasting my time/creative energy, and essentially stealing all my money.

We also didn’t get the new promo pictures, the new website design layouts, critiques on our songs from a “songwriter’s” standpoint, and were constantly being guilted for being there. One day, the “manager” who set this whole thing up asked me to PayPal him $30 for gas so he could come in to the studio and see how we were doing. I was 18 and barely had money to get food at that point, but I sent it anyway because I desperately wanted them to like me. He never came in that day.

I spent most of my time there riding a skateboard through the halls and listening to Death Cab and Gorillaz remixes, hopelessly waiting for people that didn’t care we existed to come help us craft a listenable release and give us the body of work we paid for. I didn’t want to tell my already suspicious parents how bad the trip was turning out and how terrible our circumstances were because I didn’t want my mom to worry and I didn’t want to prove that their skepticism was justified, even though it definitely was. So I avoided checking in, blaming it on business, and when we would talk, I’d tell them things were “going well!”

We found ourselves in a panic on our last night in the studio, given that we were nowhere close to being done recording on account of the dumbshit producer never showing up and working painfully slow whenever he did decide to swing by. The band guy had stopped coming in altogether. We never even met the producer who we had paid to work with originally. The bullshit in-house producer we’d been recording with was severely drunk to the point where he’d passed out on the couch and we were desperately sifting through Cubase tutorials (the recording software he was using, when we were promised Pro Tools) on YouTube, trying to figure out how to operate his bullshit system. We were stressed beyond belief and gradually coming to the realization that this was all fucking whatever and it wasn’t going to be completed.

We never got our songs back. All of us were extremely broke and pissed off. No one gave a fuck about us and we were nowhere remotely close to legitimate. Stuff like this put me in a mindset where I really don’t give a shit about networking or making nice with bands, and I still accidentally subconsciously carry that with me today. Rappers are funnier than band guys and also aren’t competitive with you, so it’s more fun to be around them.

When we got home, we had a show booked at a high school and morale was at an all-time low. All of us were pretty bummed about the status of the band and we were only holding on because it was fun to play shows.

Fun fact: on the drive up to the school, a very scary gentlemen next to us at a red light who also had his window rolled down pointed a gun at us and we ran the light through traffic to avoid getting maybe shot, Houston, baby!!!!!!

Unfortunately, the show went fucking terribly. The bright side is we only sucked in front of 15 people. Actually, that’s a negative too, dang. We had gotten used to it at this point, but Otto was always really hard on himself and us after every show, so we got used to it when he wouldn’t talk to us after a set. It came as no surprise when we got the silent treatment while he loaded up his drums. However, we weren’t prepared to discover that he was going to drive away and never speak to us again, thus ending the band. We didn’t talk after that, even as friends.

tl;dr: they had a shitty time in detroit trying to record because it was a giant scam and disastrous on all accounts. their last show was at a high school (videos of it linked in the passage) after they came back and after the show, otto ghosted them completely, ending the band and their friendship. 

yea kind of a depressing end compared to the rest of it huh. but of course, this was not the end of everything.

the early beginnings of waterparks

in 2011, awsten started waterparks when he was 19. he was on the verge of dropping out of college. he also had a leg tumor. he had a lot of shit going on. while otto was ghosting him and jawn was a high school senior gearing up to go to college, one of waterparks’ earliest lineups was with owen marvin on drums and gage matthieu on bass and unclean vocals. their first and only music video with this lineup can be found here (password is WTRPRKSDICKPICS bc that was the name of their snapchat and also when i posted this to youtube awsten nerfed me)

eventually, that lineup dissolved and awsten was left finding a drummer again and had to contact otto as he was the only other drummer he knew. awsten had already sent him their first ep and otto loved it (source) and otto said yes when asked to join parx’s practice (the full story can be found here and continued here).

eventually, they got geoff wigington on guitar (and also kicked gage out) and the official waterparks lineup was born :)

bonus: geoff wearing an old o9k shirt for their new wave video

where are they now?

while the fate of chris and owen remains unknown to me, i feel like it’s kind of obvious what happened to the three i emphasized on

awsten: he’s the singer-songwriter and guitarist of waterparks. he dyes his hair a lot and is a capricorn sun and gemini moon. this should tell you a lot about him. he types in all caps on twitter and i’ve had him muted for over a year. i used to bully him on here before he deleted his tumblr and i still have no idea if he ever saw my messages. also one time he submitted a text post to waterparksdrama asking how big his own dick was.

otto: the drummer and eye candy of waterparks. he has no social media other than a twitter he abandoned after making three tweets in 2011 and an instagram awsten made as a joke for him that will eternally be empty. he’s basically amish in my eyes and he climbs trees, gets chased by bees on his farm, and plays baseball. i’m pretty sure he’s immortal. also i have to live with knowing details of his sex life. long story. my chemical romance makes him dance =) (side note: i will eternally be jealous that he saw them on pro rev 2007) 

jawn: waterparks’ photographer and friend. he used to play bass during their early shows after otto came back and geoff got added to the roster. besides photography, he does twitch streams either about his photo editing process or just playing silly little games. he has a glowing keyboard so you can tell he’s legit about this shit.

so yeah! all’s well that ends well and all that shit. they seem to be having genuinely decent lives. all i ask is that if you’re gonna spread this shit do not fucking do it in the eyeshot of anyone mentioned here (i.e. post about this on twitter or instagram) i’m just trying to get a story straight and i don’t think they really want to remember this but other than that, i hope this informed you and got the whole story down.

[chaneajoyyy]

Do you know any plus size reader black panther fics?

I sure do!!!

PLUS SIZE READER X T’CHALLA

- golden girl, fingers dipped in gold series, early morning concerts, do it, a single prick series, singing lessons, lose that attitude, i’ve been going, his sixth sense, nice & comfortable, three kings of dreams, you may, comfortable, possibly, up and alert- @supersizemeplz

- family isn’t always everything, t’challa dealing wth his s/o having guardianship of her little bro, you and t’challa had a really bad breaku but he sees you at an event?, group text: date, in my feelings, t’challa after a hard day funning wakanda, “lemme show you how much i love you”, group chat: plans for tonight, love through tragedy, my apologies my queen, “choose”, lazy days (includes m’baku)-  @plussizeappreciationfics (search: tchalla and tchalla x reader)

-anonymous series, gentle giant series, the twisted ones, selfless series, all the stars series- @cassidyconner

- how the guys for the avengers would react to being twerked on (includes t’challa);  imagine you decided to post a sunbathing picture for instagram, knowing your husband, the king of wakanda will see. everything goes smooth until erik killonger decides to give you a lil too much attention. he ends up learning not to mess with the queen (fake social media au); imagine t’chala and his queen are execting their first child. the world is overy joyed by the little bundle of joy, imagine it ‘s halloween and you decide to dress up as your idol sorm leaving the entire internet shook (fake social media au), imagine it’s your anniversary with your boyfreind t’challa and he surprises you with a trip to the most beautiful beach you’ve ever seen- @papi-chulo-bucky (search: tchalla)

- headcanons: short reader, king of spring, hot cheetos, rays of sunshine, pineapple princess, your highness, jealousy- @littlemessyjessi

- cats, why series, enough for now, jealousy headcanon, lingerie headcanon, nsfw headcanon, kinks headcanon, dom/sub headcanon, height headcanons- @madamslayyy

- queen by spring series, “i have a right to what is mine”, t’challa is straight up missing you, t’challa needs to feel your finger in his hair, imagine t’challa helping you find more peace by bringng you into meditation, wakanda now bath salt baths and tantric sex; your favorite physical aspect of t’challa is his mouth, t’challa and m’baku both like gap tooth play but t’challa like to run it along the outer lips while m’baku likes to work it over the nipples (includes m’baku and sam wilson); cater, matchmakers, show me, to our bedroom (search t’challa x reader)-  @brownsugarcocoabutterwildflowers

-miles apart series-  @eriksjournal

- t’challa with his first bbw- @sisterwifeudaku

- he spills series @captainsaveasmut (includes m’baku and erik)

- where are we?, the wakandan boys when the’re sick (includes erik and m’baku) - @sonofnjobu

- al fics- @eerythingisshaka

- learn ya series- @wakandaforeverwrites

- let’s play- @wakandamama

PLUS SIZE READER X M’BAKU 

- all m’baku fics- @plussizeappreciationfics

- your cherries, wakandan events & natural charisma series, love berries, ain’t got no time, shadows in the closet, tamed, change in schedule, big baby, intersting theories, why?, forever my chieftess, three kings of dreams, long days and longer nights, i wouldn’t mind- @supersizemeplz

- gaining favor- @littlemessyjessi

- healing gardens series, it’s complicated series, extra credit series, coming home series (includes what’s for dinner?), warrior spirit, diplomatic affiars, fading away, gemini rising: birthday edition, just business series-  @jellybean531

- work from home series, fever series- @mbakusthrone

- warm colors series- @mermaidchansons

- a special visit- @yaachtynoboat711

- tradition series, mr. stamina, truth or dare series, give it to me, the garden,, princess, 2 hours, i’m right here, the wakandan boys when they’re sick (includes erik and t’challa), would you rather-  @sonofnjobu

-chieftess, giving m’baku a lapdance, t’challa and m’baku likes gap tooth play (inclues t’challa and sam wilson), tradition, watch-  @brownsugarcocoabutterwildflowers (scroll for m’baku x reader)

- an m’big surprise- @pastelastronomy24

- and i you, my love; hands, his girl, untitled, you are mine- @marvelmaree

- v.i.p (includes erik), you owe her an apology, no i can’t take a break, scraped m’baku headcanon, m’baku titty worship headcanon, whipped headcanon, the prince seires, is this love? series (ncludes m’baku) (with don’t be scared)- @madamslayyy

- fated instinct series, cabin in the snow series, whipped cream a la m’baku-  @greennightspider

- brown skin, oh angel, forever mine, best baba ever, the heat of trinidad series- @artisticestheticreads

- forget his name, our love in color series, a well deserved rest series, have it your way series, satisfied, another heir, what would you have me do? series, full body- @wakandan-flowerz

- crown royal on ice, two left feet, just for tonight series- @ghostfacekill-monger

- all fics- @eerythingisshaka

- all fics- @muse-of-mbaku

- mother may i series- @wakandaforeverwrites

- sweet thang series, the best part, bow to me- @wakandamama

PLUS SIZE READER X ERIK

- how i feel, right now, animal, chains series, purple herbs & gardens, risks & new beginnings series, better with time, let’s play, without a doubt, sizzling pans & slow jams, misinterpretations, visions of gold, out business, come through and chill series, nights, slow burn, a siren’s allure, venom, the one, maybe they’re right, sore loser series, i’ll be alright, spooky cookies & vampire fangs, screams in the night series; knock, knock series; imagination, the cure series, poptart man series, this must be our song, conversation starter, heaven is a place on earth, twins?, say it, i’m there, his princess, his for the night, sugar baby series, authority series, baby shark, lemme try, take our time, say the word, sudden reunions series, memories of you, more ways than one, lemme try it again (that’s my face), not in budget, i would like to see it, pease mama bear, she likes me, guess what, times like these, tell me your secret series, he gets it from me, baby see baby do, see what had happened was, who me?, so relax, three kings of dreams, deck the b-…halls?, do it again, be quiet, you so crazy, how that sound?, you’re so handsome, sit still, leave me aloneee, don’t hide, or maybe, send it to mommy, but i’m sick.., you thought i wouldn’t find out, he’d make you his, ballet baba, ain’t that right?, he wasn’t having that, being honest, that’s all it took?, then stop ignoring me, since you can, but i thougth…, jealous, i won’t tell you again series, hit me, no reply, i’ve alway been, you sure?, no more tummy time, toss ‘em, you done now?, sing it baby, doped up, battle it out, for however long, bath time, bedtime stories, i’m sorry, was that so hard?, i owe you that, whatchu say?, hard headed, it should’ve been you, take our time series, baba’s day, whatever she wants, nope, can’t even look at you, not again, nose wide oen, just a bit longer, come on over to my place, fences & bullriders- @supersizemeplz

- all erik fics and headcanons- @nahimjustfeelingit-writes

- all erik fics and headcanons- @eye-raq

- teach me series, when you’re mad series, waffles series, slow ride series, movie night series, let’s talk about sex series, mines, thunderstorm, girl fuck you, eat your breakfast seres (with eat your dinner), secret admirer, amusement park fun, displays of affection, night at the movie theaters, silent hearbeats series, kissing strangers series, worship, loving the way you love it, day drunk, smile for me daddy series, just like you, we goin to hell, breeding time- @thehomierobbstark

- refuge series, champion series, soft series, all dadmonger fics, erik’s getting soft series, erik and his princess, erik’s afraid of live, erik takes care of his sick princess, erik witha shy girl, erik’s created a monster series, afraid of heights, erik loves to spoil you, you want it rough, t’challa’s trusted advisor, first kiss, the legend series, you hurt erik, i love you, erik backslides, the proposal, daddy, accountability, noral, kinky, foolproof, erik ad your burn marks, erik helps you do pole fitness, i do, first date, erik teasing his short gf, erik cuts his hair- @killmongersgurl

- late again, halloween party, imprint, a man in love, v.i.p (includes m/baku), daddy’s home, y’all again?, okay? okay, prisoner of love, family cookout, kiss, what’s cooking good looking, expecting headcanons, food headcanons, crying headcanons, nsfw headcanons, foot fetish series, halloween headcanons, lingerie headcanons, jealous headcanons, kevin’s  heart series, untitled series- @madamslayyy

-carnal stimulation series, next lifetime series, hoe ass erik series, dirty little secrets series, hennything is possible, sunday dinner series (with payback), a.d.i.d.a.s., green goddess, suddenly stevens, beauty is her name, it’s complicated. i’m sorry, the great reveal, neighbors know my name series (part 2 to @hearteyes-for-killmonger‘s story of the same name), the devil speaks xosha, mile high, trap card, act up, let me smell it, up late, i’ll take your man, carry on, dreams & nightmares- @goddessofthundathighs

- headass youtube couple series, fix my crown series, all skate, cutting ties series, #tsrbaewatch,  @apantherinmypastlife

- all erik fics-  @wawakanda-btch

- all fics- @hearteyes-for-killmonger

- say my name series, beg for it, the coat room, charley horse, full court press, house party, boyfriend makeup challenge, gumby, the let out series, disorderly, token, all i wanted for christmas is you, hit the showers, neo, erica; veni, vidi, vici, i will be here, trick or treat, the wakandan boys when they’re sick (includes t’challa and m’baku)- @sonofnjobu

- mine, unravel me series (includes belong to you), i missed you series (inlcudes you a’ight and if they ain’t looking), rated e, on braodway, no average bitch,  @brownsugarcocoabutterwildflowers (scroll for erik killmonger x reader and erik killmonger imagine)

- all tasting mellow fics- @tastingmellow

- laid up series- @pastelastronomy24

- come lay with me, house hunting series, stretch marks, the footbal jerseyy, you sure?- @marvelmaree

- the deal series, nuggest of truth, girlfriend, all i want is you, care for you- @wakandamama

- rated e for extra petty, elbow deep series- @puffmamaa

- she got game, where’s the smoke, s.d.m., from paris with love, where the hoes at? (with t’challa and m’baku), written all over your face, baby bump series (wit cuddle buddy,, and hc: chubby!erik trying old clothes), not in that way, here kitty kitty, computer blue series, chunk series- @ghostfacekill-monger

- all erik fics- @stripper-patrick

- he spills series (with t’chala and m’baku)- @captainsaveasmut

- i’m cleva series, do me baby (part 2 of @killmongersgurl‘s serieserik’s created a monste)-, @killmongerdispussy

- sorry he’s gone, mad issues series, curiosity happy weight- @curls-and-crosses

- nah baby i got you- @inxan-ity (scroll for erik killmonger)

- all fics- @writerbee-ffs

- paragone series- @dynastynoire

- all fics- @eriksjournal

- the sweetest taste series, late night drive- two of a kind series (includes ‘03 bonnie and clyde prequel), beyond the lights series, mad love series- @wakandaforeverwrites

- all erik fics and headcanons- @plussizeappreciationfics

-thanksgiving w/ mr. stevens and the udakus series (with valentine’s gumbo),  @mermaidchansons

- all erik fics- @muse-of-mbaku

- all fics- @eerythingisshaka

- all fics- @artisticestheticreads

*I AM GONNA START YOU HERE!! I KNOW I’M MISSING PEOPLE. SO IF YOU AND/OR SOMEONE YOU KNOW WRITES PLUS SIZE READER X BP CHARACTERS PLEASE HIT ME UP!!**

[shoot-me-with-a-crayon]

 Beetlejuice headcanons? Mayhaps

- He’s illiterate, like he can read basic sentences, but that’s about it. He can pretty much read as much as a kindergartener can. He also can’t spell very well

- Autistic. Will I elaborate? No. Is it true? Yes.

- Beej is pansexual, and no you can’t take this away from me.

- He can play the ukulele and the guitar really well and can also SING really good. He refuses to let anyone know these facts, but Lydia found out by finding him playing & singing Africa by Toto on his ukulele on the roof and she recorded it on her phone. He doesn’t know she recorded him and she hasn’t shown the video to anyone

- He’s really bad at painting but he’ll paint with Delia while Lydia’s at school sometimes

- Delia and Beej are buddies and hang out together :)

- Beej will either sneeze all cute like a kitten, or he will b u r s t your eardrums with his dad sneezes. There is no in between and there is no way to tell which one youre gonna get until you get it.

- Really likes blueberry and strawberry poptarts and will eat them even though he doesn’t need to eat bc they tasty (am I projecting onto my favorite trash man? yes. yes I am)

- He still prefers bugs tho

- Abandonment issues to the core. If he’s left alone he’ll get very moody and upset and start thinking about how everybody is leaving him again until someone comes in and tells him he’s alright and they aren’t going to leave him and all that sappy stuff

- He’s a dirty boy, but despite the dirt he gives really good hugs, like if you really want a hug but are also alright with getting a little dirty to get the hug, he’s your demon to go to

- Likes baseball. Beej will go outside with Lydia and they’re hit a baseball with a bat out off the hill. the ones Beej hits go really far bc hes just really good at hitting them, he never misses when hitting the balls... and sometimes throw it to each other, but that doesn’t end well bc they can’t catch

- Hand eye coordination? Who’s she? Never heard of her.

- Really likes bracelets, when he came back to live with the Maitland and Deetzes he saw Lydia’s bracelets and begged her for some so they bought him a bunch of bracelets. He never takes them off and he loves them very much, he has like 5 or 7 on each wrist.

- one of the bracelets on his right arm is just a tiny little sindworm wrapped around his wrist and he gave Lydia one too and now they have matchig friendship bracelets

- He might not want people to know he sings really good, but he will scream sing any song he has stuck in his head at the moment

- Beej will also badly sing/hum a song near someone in the household to get the song stuck in their heads. Sometimes he’ll hear one of his victims singing/humming the song he chose for them and he’ll get really happy and just :D

- Paints his nails with Lydia and Delia

- Tries to help Adam and Barbra with their model of the town by trying to carv stuff, but he just carvs Big Sandy and the Maitlands are too nice to tell him it sucks and they put her next to the house :)

- He really likes Adam and Barbra and wnats to kiss them and be with them and ”oh Beetlejuice whys your hair all pink?” “my hairs not pink, your hairs pink!” and basically Beej and the Maitlands are in a beutoful poly relationship and its great

- Will scare Charles whenever he can. its like a game, lets see how many times we can scare Chuck today! Charles doesnt appreciate the game as much as Beej does

- Likes being called Beej and BJ. he will punch you if you call him Laurence., he’ll punch you very hard in all your sensitive bits.

- he might not need to sleeo, but he will sleep wherever he falls. he once fell asleep on the tv and nobody knows how he got there, since the tvs bolted to the wall. he refuses to tell them(because he doesnt know how he got there himself)

- has accidentally handcuffed himself to Charles while trying to prank him and he couldnt get them off and he was scared of the idea of being stuck to Charles all day he panicked and forgot he could just kinda phase out of the handcuffs bc hes kinda a ghost and when he realized this fact hours later Lydia laughed so hard she probably pulled a muscle and she will never let him live that incident down

- its safe to say that when they found Lydia handcuffed to the ceiling fan the next day that she never mentioned it again.

It’s currently 1 am, I watched a Beetlejuice bootleg and the movie today and am in a very large beetlejuice mood these past week and really love that trash sewer man and that’s all I got for now uwu

[purplesurveys]

969

What is your least favourite thing about your full name? I don’t know if it’s right to say I have a least favorite thing about it. At this point in my life I’ve gotten over complaining about anything about my name and I’ve ended up liking it, actually.

How good is your grammar? My fluency in both English and Filipino is pretty much perfect. Kinda called for when it comes to communications graduates, haha. But yeah I grew up speaking Filipino and then learned English through media, school, and my English-speaking friends, so my exposure has always been balanced.

Do you like the age you are? Idk I feel like age loses its significance when you’re like 20. < Yeah, same. The last age I got excited about was 20, but turning 22 this year felt a little boring and not just because I had to celebrate at home. I’m imagining it would be the same for 23, 24, 26, 27, etc and that I’ll only look forward to milestone years now, like those that end in 5 or 0.

Music. It’s amazing. Do you agree? It’s great, but I’m not as attached to music as most people are. It’s hard for me to get into new acts and I mostly stick to the artists and albums I’ve listened for years. Music can also sometimes be too emotional for me, so most of the time I prefer flocking to content that will entertain me when I’m sad, like sitcoms or YouTube videos.

What’s your favourite kind of poptart? I’ve mentioned this before but only like, five flavors ever get shipped to the Philippines. My favorite is chocolate fudge, but I’m sure I would have other favorites if we were able to have their whole flavor roster.

Do you like sunglasses? I don’t really care for them. They look nice and there are certainly a lot of cute and classy sunglasses designs out there, but ultimately I don’t like how it impairs my vision. No matter how bright it is where I am, I tend to not feel comfortable when everything I see has a black or brown tint to them. 

Do you think dreams can give us insight to things? I don’t know if it can give insights, but I believe that your general emotions and life experiences can have a hand in what dreams you end up having. In my case, whenever something is currently heavily troubling me I always, always end up dreaming about them.

Have any cheesy kids songs memorized? Depends on what you mean by cheesy kid’s songs. I don’t actually know what that refers to.

Besides your computer, what else is cluttering your desk? A Tupperware with peanut brittle, another Tupperware with a half-eaten brookie, two notebooks, my copy of Midnight Sun, my phone charger, a nearly-empty glass of water, and my night light.

Why is your worst enemy your worst? I don’t have an enemy...haven’t had one since, like, grade school.

What does your dad do? He’s an executive sous chef at a luxury liner. But his company and the nature of his work is obviously one of the most affected by Covid, so he hasn’t been in his workplace since February and it’s impossible to tell when he’ll be needed again.

How late do you usually stay up? During weekdays, I’m in bed by 9 or 10 PM. Work is exhausting most days. But on the weekends, I’m able to stay up til midnight or even a few hours beyond that.

The political spectrum. Where do you fall? The more radical side of the left.

Do those commercials from the ASPCA make you cry? They’re a US-based org so no I haven’t, but their ads probably do have the ability to make me cry.

When was the last time you visited a nail salon? I remember going inside a nail salon with Gabie in like 2017? 2018? because she had been trying to get me interested in pampering sessions for myself haha. I never saw the appeal though and if I remember correctly that was the only time I ever found myself inside of a nail salon.

What was the last thing you used sliced bread to make? My breakfast yesterday. I just used the bread to wrap a hotdog. 

If you had to eat one type (Chinese, etc.) of food which would it be? I would have absolutely no problem eating Indian food for the rest of my life. Their spices, the curries, breads, chutney, samosas, paneer? *chef’s kiss*

Enough about food. Have you used Wikipedia for a school report? I used Wikipedia all the time but use the sources on the bottom of the page. It was so easy to go around the whole “don’t use Wikipedia for research” when the sources cited in Wikipedia articles are always subject to strict review by the site’s moderators to ensure their credibility lol.

What is your favourite glass to drink from? I love my mom’s Starbucks mug. I use it all the time when she isn’t home.

When did your family immigrate to wherever you live now? We’ve never migrated, even though my mom had always wanted us to. If we pushed through with it, we most likely would have landed in either the US or Canada.

What does your room look like when you sleep? Completely dark. I also like keeping my windows open and my blinds partially open, because the cold air at night feels nice.

What tabs are open on your computer? The window I’m currently on is pretty loaded actually. There are six Tumblr tabs, 12 Bzoink tabs, two tabs on Google search, and one Wikipedia tab.

Are your fingers long, or short? They’re rather long. 

Reality TV: Love it, or hate it? OMG hahah I like most of them, but I can’t stand dating shows. As a demi, I just could never relate to the idea of casual dating and dating shows have always been super boring to me. I can binge most of the other reality TV shows though, especially cooking ones and KUWTK.

What time is it in the country you get the most of your heritage from? Welp, that’s a creative way to put it. 6:47 PM.

Do you use a top sheet? My current bedsheet doesn’t come with one but I do have other bedsheets with top sheets that I routinely change to.

How often do you engage in illegal behaviour? It comes up every now and then but it’s nothing more than illegally downloading books and movies lol.

Who is your favourite comedian? I’m not big on comedians but I came across Sindhu Vee’s stand-up comedy on Facebook a month ago and she’s sooooooo fucking hilarious. Jokes about extreme Asian parenting will never get old for me. I definitely wish more of her acts were available online.

Do people say you have an accent? Sometimes I’ll get compliments for being able to speak in English well, but idk about accents.

Could you tell me what the capital of Bosnia is without looking it up? Nope. I wouldn’t even be able to point at its general region on a map. Soz.

AOL: Do you use it? No.

Do you find Family Guy’s cutaway scenes funny, or annoying? I generally find cutaway scenes funny. I’m sure I would find Family Guy’s funny as well, considering I’ve enjoyed their humor styles in the past.

What colours are on your current shirt? Brown.

How many children do you want/have? Two.

Would you rather live in this decade, the 1960’s, or the 1910’s? 1910s. The very limited women’s rights and social issues of the time would be sucky to witness, but I’m still interested to see how different life was back then whether in terms of technology, how different my city used to look, or whatever.

Pepsi vs. Coke? Neither.

Do you think you look good with a hat on? Sure, I like hats :)

[teamhook]

The Orphanage ~~ CS AU

I wanna thank @ultraluckycatnd for letting me talk things over, unleash my crazy and helping me when I got stuck. She also checked it over. @gingerchangeling for Betaing and being patient with me. She’s the sweetest!

Never enough eyes to look over a fic, specially if it’s mine.

FFN

AO3

A/N: Not all beginnings are happy, but sometimes the journey makes the end worthwhile.

The Orphanage

Convent of the Sisters of Saint Meissa

The orphanage's dull, colorless walls framed with religious artifacts and idols left little to hope for. The old orphanage was stuck in time without the luxuries of the modern world which currently served as a residential group home for the small towns and surrounding area. The children ranged in age from toddlers to teenagers. This was the place you came when no one wanted you. Emma Swan was one such lost girl.

The young blonde girl had moved from family to family. Once upon a time she had been adopted and had a home. Her happiness didn't last, though. She was soon returned when the family had been blessed with a biological child of their own.

Emma would sneak to the garden to gaze at the buttercups; the colors in sharp contrast to the inside of the archaic building. The garden that night was filled with the aroma of the sweet flowers. The stars and the moon lightly illuminated the colorful blossoms. That is where she first saw him.

The translucent outline of a young child.

She could make out his brown hair, pale skin, and hazel eyes. Her curiosity pulled her to the boy. The closer she got, the colder her surroundings became. She could see her breath as she called out to him. "Hey, who are you?" she asked curiously.

The boy only smiled. "Hello, my name is Henry. Can I be your friend?"

Emma couldn't stop her smile. She didn't have any friends at all; the other kids bullied her by calling her names or taking her things. She had told Mother Superior on them, but that only made things worse.

Nothing else mattered. She had her friend Henry and that was all she needed. He gave her hope. They played together; their favorite game was hide and seek.

The other kids would look at her oddly. The name-calling hadn't been creative, mostly calling her crazy or making fun of her imaginary friend. It should scare her that no one else could see her friend but instead, she felt special. He would only appear to her. Mother Superior would tell the kids that there was nothing wrong with having an imaginary friend.

Henry would encourage her to dream. He would tell her to believe in herself as he did. Following her best friend's advice, she recorded a short song on an old audio tape recorder she found but was interrupted by an older girl in the group. "Poor little Emma, do you really think you are good enough?" the mean girl asked with crossed arms as she glanced at the paper advertisement for a singing competition. "Don't you know Emma? No one wants to hear an orphan sing and you will be alone forever like the rest of us. You are not special." The mean girl walked out of the room.

Emma stared at the ad and crumpled it. "Emma, don't listen to her. She is just jealous because she knows how special you are." Henry smiled as he stood in front of her.

Throughout the rejection, she maintained hope because of her old friend. She never felt alone. Henry had become her constant, her rock.

Sadly there were days when she couldn't shake the feeling of not belonging.

On a fine day, a day that should be a happy day, eleven-year-old Emma and the other younger kids watch as a little girl left in a car for her new home with her adoptive parents. Mother Superior stands next to Emma, as the young girl stared with longing after the family now fading away into the horizon. "Emma, you will have a family someday too."

Once Emma is back in her room she cannot help but mourn for the dream that is slowly dying as she grows older.

The cold gust of air announces her oldest friend's arrival. "Henry, I wanna be alone."

The boy's image solidifies as he smiles at her. "Emma, someday you will have the home you deserve. Once I had a family too, but it wasn't full of love. My mother gave me up to give me my best chance. She was young and fell in love with someone that only wanted to take advantage of her. She left me in a basket outside the door of this very orphanage. I was adopted as a baby but my mother never loved me," Henry sadly confessed. "That is why I'm here. She liked to push me to conquer my fears and one time she pushed too far." He shrugged.

"Oh, Henry." Emma wanted to hug her friend. "How do you know all of this?"

"I don't know how but I just know. I believe that is why I'm here." His form started fading, "I'll leave you alone now. Just remember that you will find the home you deserve. I'll help you find it." He was gone. She knew in her heart that he was right but the pain lingered a while longer.

~~~At Age Thirteen

She had tried to fill the void. She had been placed at several foster homes as she was getting older but nothing stuck. Sometimes she would run away. Or towards something. She still didn't know which one it was.

On one of those occasions, Emma finds herself living on the streets. She is ripping out pages from a fairytale book she had found in the trash. She starts burning the pages to keep warm. As she reaches the page from The Ugly Duckling story, an old friend makes an appearance, although he's clearer than normal. Henry smiles fondly at her. "Emma, stop. Don't do it. You are a lot like that duckling. I think that is why your name is so fitting. This story is about transformation." He smiles. "Do you know what that duckling turns into? A beautiful Swan."

Emma returns the smile and whispers, "I think the duckling was always a swan and didn't know it."

"You might be right but I think she turned into a swan because of the power of belief, and if someone believes in something hard enough, they can change their fate. Emma, if you don't want to be with those families, Mother Superior will always have a place for you at the convent."

~~~At Age Sixteen

Emma becomes a beautiful young lady but somehow that doesn't make life easier for her. Some of the homes interested in her have less than genuine concern for her well being. All they care about is the money they get paid for keeping her. Once she becomes more trouble than she is worth is sent back to the orphanage. She keeps to herself to stay away from trouble but inevitably it finds her. Whether it be harassment from the other kids or unwanted attention from the husbands and the wives turning a blind eye to the unwanted touches, Henry is always with her protecting her. He saves her, always interrupting at the perfect moment with a loud door slam, breaking things; whatever it takes to stop the advances.

Emma decides that it's time to make her own luck. She hops on a bus to Arizona. In Phoenix, she enters a store, her stomach growling. She goes to steal a box of Poptarts, which are her favorite. She notices a girl watching her, but the latter quickly walks away. Emma goes back to the task at hand, food. She conceals the box of pastries in her jacket. Emma slowly begins her escape when a store employee stops her and is about to call Security. The other girl comes to the rescue approaching Emma with a shopping cart smiling. "Thanks for waiting while I went to go get the card to pay for the food. Did you find them?" The employee doesn't seem to believe them. "Come on, let's go pay." The girl encourages Emma to follow her and discreetly put the Poptarts in the cart. The employee follows them to the checkout where the girl pays with a credit card. Emma was relieved that her cover wasn't blown.

Once outside, Emma tells the girl "Thanks for helping me."

"No problem, my name is Lily. What's yours?"

"Emma."

They become friends. Emma assumes Lily is like her, an unwanted orphan. They both notice a man following them, and Emma believes he is a social worker trying to return Lily to her group home. They manage to lose the man. They find a vacant home that they decide to squat in for the night.

Inside the house while they're playing home, Emma notices a star imprint on Lily's wrist. Lily tells her it makes her special so she draws a matching one on Emma's wrist. The two girls smile at each other. While exploring the house, they find a video camera and record themselves pledging friendship forever.

Later that night, somehow the man that was following them tracked them down. Annoyed, Emma confronts the man as he exits his car. "We are not going back!"

The man smiles. "I'm here to take my daughter home. We have been worried sick."

Emma is shocked. "Daughter? You are not here to take her back to her foster family?"

"No, she is our daughter."

Emma feels betrayed. She walks to Lily. "Your father is here for you."

Emma doesn't stop walking as she leaves her friend behind.

Lily screams out Emma's name but is ignored.

Emma rubs off the star Lily had drawn on her wrist.

She misses Henry; he hasn't shown up for some time now. Perhaps he finally tired of her.

A few months later Emma's new foster family already had two boys. Things are going well. In fact they're even taking her on her first camping trip the following morning. She is so excited that she decides to go pack to be ready. While she is packing she is searching the garage for her sleeping bag and finds Lily hiding out there. Emma can't believe she is there. Emma hisses, "What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to apologize. I'm sorry, but I didn't lie about being an orphan. We are alike. The difference is that I was adopted.''

Emma scoffs. "We are not alike. I don't have a family," she sniffles. "No one cares if I run away, no one will come looking for me. So no we are not alike. You should leave before my foster parents see you."

Sadly it's too late.

"Emma, did you find the sleeping bag?" her foster father asked as he approached the garage. He reaches the garage and stares at Emma and Lily. "Who is this?"

"Oh hi, my name is Lily. I'm new to the neighborhood."

Lily's ease at lying should have been a warning to Emma, and it led to Emma begging Lily to leave. The girl refused to leave without her missing crescent moon necklace. Lily's true colors were shown when she steals from Emma's foster family After a few calls, her foster father finds out the truth. Her new foster father had been furious that she had knowingly allowed a criminal near his children. By the end of the night, Emma was left with nothing. Emma grabs her things and runs. At the bus station, Lily approaches her to apologize but Emma doesn't want to hear it. Lily begs her to stay together that she is the only light in her life. Emma walks away from Lily one final time.

Months later Emma ends up in a group home in Richfield, Minnesota. Somehow the camera was still in her possession. One of the older boys noticed it and wanted to take it away from her. She screamed for him to let go of it. Miss Fisher had quickly intervened and promptly returned the camera to Emma. Once the foster mother returned to her activities before the altercation the bully warned Emma of the consequences of not turning over the camera to him. Emma still refused to give it to him. That night she is caught mid escape by Sarah the foster mom. In a moment of conspiracy between the two she tells Emma that the boy is afraid of spiders and where she can find some rubber spiders. Emma decides to stick around. Maybe she is home.

Sometime later, while Emma is at a carnival with Sarah alone, Sarah tells Emma that she is a special girl. Emma starts to feel nervous. She had seen papers from an agency in Sarah's purse. Emma assumes this treat is a goodbye. However, Sarah confesses that she wants to adopt her. Sarah knows Emma might not see her as a mother, but she will be happy to be like an older sister to her. Everything seems to be falling into place for her and she remembers Henry always told her that she would find a home. She misses Henry terribly but she still feels him with her.

The pair are waiting for their bus ride. Suddenly Sarah pushes her in front of oncoming traffic. Before she can think, Emma is pushed onto the sidewalk by an unseen force- Henry. Emma glares at Sarah and flees after realizing that Sarah Fisher is a lunatic who never truly loved her. Emma runs away and never returns.

Seventeen-year old Emma ends up in Portland, OR after getting emancipated before she turns eighteen. She notices an old yellow bug. The car is an antique, she rationalizes; no one would miss it. She is about to break into the car when a whisper stops her. "Emma, don't do it."

She pauses, "Henry?"

"Emma, please don't do it. This will not lead you to your happy ending." Emma's breath hitches, and she slowly walks away from the vehicle. The decision is easy to make because she trusts her only friend.

Minutes later, inside the same yellow car's backseat a man wakes up from a nap.

Across the sea, three men say goodbye to a loved one. The younger two hold each other as their tears fall. The older man, stands behind them promising undying devotion to the boys he now considers his. "My lovely Alice, I promise to take care of your boys as if they were mine. I will guide them and ensure for them to be good men," Dakkar Nemo pledges his lost love. He had met Alice Jones shortly after her husband abandoned her with two young sons. The youngest of the two was only a few months old when he met them, but he was now 17 years old. The slightly older man had become smitten with the young mother soon after their first meeting. Alice had gotten cancer. She had won a few battles but overall lost the war. After her death, in order to start over and provide the young men with a fresh start they leave England and travel to the United States.

Dakkar Nemo had had an exceptional Naval career. He retired not long after he lost his love, and was able to start a successful business in America. They had found their new home in Storybrooke, Maine.

Although Alice Jones had never married Dakkar Nemo, her two boys had grown to love the man that doted on their beloved mother.

The eldest boy enlists in the Navy following in his father's steps. The youngest decided to stay in their new home.

~~~At Age Twenty-One

Emma continues her life of petty crime, just enough to survive on. For years she was able to get away with it. While traveling back to the Maine area where she was found as a baby, she asks an old lady at the local diner for information about anyone who might remember the incident, but she receives nothing. Escaping her troubled past with the law just in time, each time it catches up with her.

She was so close to the orphanage she had called home in her youth. While at the local library she was so lost in her research she didn't notice an older woman sitting down next to her. The lady looked over Emma's shoulder guessing that the abandoned baby was Emma. A startled Emma turns to leave. "I know you stole from stores in Portland and you finally got arrested and skipped bail."

Emma looks back at the woman and tenses; she has a feeling the woman wants to apprehend her. Emma does what she has learned to do best and runs, leaving her research behind. The woman catches up with Emma at the bus station. A defeated Emma goes with the woman, whose name she learned is Cleo.

They go to a motel. Cleo handcuffed her bounty to the bedpost, and decides to jump in the shower.

While the bondswoman is in the shower Emma picks the handcuffs lock easily and steals money from Cleo's wallet. Emma finds an old picture of a girl she suspects is the woman's daughter. Emma is about to leave, but she spots Cleo's laptop which has access to courthouse documents. She does some quick browsing, and discovers the Camden County Courthouse has a file on her.

Cleo gets out of the restroom to find Emma staring at the computer screen. In a moment of weakness, Cleo decides to help her. Emma reminds her of her daughter. They drive to Camden to get the file. "Emma, this file might not have the answers you are looking for or want to see.."

Emma looks at the woman, "I have to try."

Even with Cleo's help the search had been pointless. No solid leads to follow. Days had become weeks and Cleo notices the disappointment in Emma each time they reached a dead end.

"Do you see this?" Cleo points to her red jacket.

"Yeah, what about it? It's just a jacket."

"No Emma, this is my armor. You need to learn how to protect yourself."

Emma's tear-filled eyes, "I just want to go home."

"Emma, I think you should let go of the past, your parents. Sweetie, you're not going to find them. You should pay for your crimes, and start a new life."

"You don't care about me. All you care about is your payout for taking me in."

Cleo stares at Emma, her guilt over giving up her daughter is haunting her.

"I'm going to help you."

"Why would you want to help me?"

"You remind me of my daughter." With those words, Cleo decides to take Emma under her wing. Cleo had gotten some legal help and in the end, Emma was only given community service since her petty crimes had not been too costly.

Emma convinces Cleo to look for her daughter.

"What if she doesn't want to see me?"

"If I was her…. Hell I am her! If I was in her shoes, I'd want to see my parents," Emma says sadly. "It won't be easy but isn't she worth it?"

Working together they soon find Cleo's daughter, Tasha Morris. They find her in Boston working in a clothing store. The reunion is a whirlwind of emotions at first but in the end, it's the calm after the storm.

A few years later they go into business together using their combined savings to open a bonds company, Fox Swan Armour Bonds and PI. They stay in Boston in order for Cleo to stay close to her daughter. Emma understands why they don't want to be apart.

Henry has been quiet since Cleo found her. But Emma tries to not let the yearning of a family of her own haunt her.

~~~At Age Twenty-Four

Things were good for Emma. She was part of a successful business, and Cleo and Tasha were the closest thing to family she had. But something was still missing.

Chasing after her newest skip, a wannabe writer, Emma ends up in a small town in Maine. Storybrooke by all accounts appeared to be straight out of a fairy tale. Perhaps that is what drew the writer to it. He had a good lead on her and she was losing him as she was approaching the corner. Should she go straight or turn the corner? Emma turn - a voice from the past tells her. She turns, except now she's not running into her skip, but a different man as they collide. They both fall and her skip is gone.

Emma mutters, "Shit" as she turns to the cause of her lost paycheck.

Beautiful blue eyes stare up at her from his spot on the floor. He turns to gather his things. "Lass, I'm sorry about that."

"Yeah, well he got away," she sighs dramatically. "What's all that?" she asked as she pointed at the objects he was putting in a box. Some hooks, an iron wolf, and other decorative items.

"Just some of my work," he says as he finally rises to his feet and extends his free hand for her to hold.

She hesitates for a second before he is pulling her up. "So what do you do?"

"I'm a blacksmith."

"What are you, two hundred or something?"

He laughs. "It's mostly artistic work with iron. I do what blacksmiths did in the old days too when needed."

"How about you, lass? What were you in such a hurry to capture?"

"Well, I'm a bail bonds person, and I was chasing a big pay day. He gave me the slip. I will get him, it's just going to take longer than I wanted."

"Ah, you're a tough lass. I'm sure you will get your man." He looked at his box. Nothing seemed damaged. "I'm sorry, where are my manners. My name is Killian Jones."

She smiled. "I'm Emma Swan. I guess I better go. It was nice meeting you. Sort of." She was about to walk away, this time in the opposite direction.

"Swan, if you're going to stick around, you should go to Granny's Inn. That's the only hotel in town. Unless your man has family here, you should probably find him there."

"Yeah, cause I didn't think about that, but thanks." She didn't mean to be snarky. It wasn't his fault she lost the skip. "I'm sure the dude is long gone. I was just going to go see if I could get something to eat. Then, maybe see if I get lucky and get a lead."

"If you don't mind some company, I was going to get lunch myself."

Emma was hungry and the guy had been nice. There's something about him that makes her feel comfortable and apparently her stomach agrees, so it growls. "Okay, so where are we going?"

Killian smiles. "Come along, Granny's Diner is this way." He points in the direction that she was coming from.

Emma vaguely remembers seeing the little diner on her drive into town. It was a quick walk to the diner from where they were. The bell rings as they enter and they find a seat.

"This feels very cozy, very homey."

"Aye, it is. Granny is everyone's grandmum."

"So what do you recommend?"

He looks at her and smiles. "I have a feeling you will love the grilled cheese with onion rings."

The pair enjoys their meal. Killian introduces Emma to the local Sheriff, a greying, good looking mid-forties man, and his perfect counterpart, his bubbly, energetic wife in hopes that he can help with finding the elusive skip.

With the Sheriff and his wife's information on a potential match for her skip, Emma was able to use the background they'd given her to track him down. Turns out the wannabe writer was the adoptive son of the town carpenter. Emma's heart broke for the kind old man as she cuffed his son. She was happy that Sheriff Nolan was there to explain to the man the situation his son, August, was in. Emma had exchanged cards with the Sheriff.

Emma was about to leave the town when Killian stops her to give her a small token. He had one of his first sculptures with him, a swan. She hands him a card just in case he ever needs it.

A couple of days after meeting the young bail bonds woman, the Nolans can't stop thinking about her. Sheriff Nolan was talking with his wife about it. "Sweetheart, I know what you're thinking, and I-" "David, I know what you're going to say. That it's not her and that you don't want me to get my hopes up. I mean we don't know anything about her. But, I can't help it." His wife, Mary Margaret, puts her hand on her heart. "This time, it's different. I feel it here, and it's not because of her name or because she has my chin or that she has your hair. This is it. Our girl found us." She finishes with tears in her eyes.

"Sweetheart, how can you be so sure she's an orphan or ever was?" He didn't want to have to pick up the pieces of her broken heart once more.

"She had a look in her eyes. That look was there when we told her about Marco adopting August as a young boy, and again when we told her he had been getting in trouble with that Cassidy boy, and that the last we saw him was when they stole poor Marco's old yellow Volkswagen and ran away, breaking poor Marco's heart. That was until he showed up here last week. I think that's why she gave them some time to spend together before she hauled him away."

"What are you planning on doing? You can't just tell her, she will think we're crazy."

"The card she gave you says Private Investigator too, right? Well, I'm going to call the number and speak to her boss."

~~~Weeks Later

Back in Boston, Emma can't shake the feeling that she's missing something. She had stayed in touch with both Killian and the Nolans. Killian in particular was never far from her mind, her eyes always landing on the swan sculpture that he had given her that day. On her birthday, she had chosen to stay home. Cleo and Tasha had given her their gifts earlier. Tasha gave her a red leather jacket from the store she worked at. Cleo, for her part, gifted her a paid week off work and insisted, with a wink, that she return to the small town that had her so captivated. All Emma could do was promise she'd think about it.

As Emma was about to light the candle on her twenty-fifth birthday cupcake, there was a soft knock on her door. She wasn't expecting anyone so she approached the door cautiously.

She opened the door and there stood a smiling Killian Jones, with a single red middlemist.

"Uh, Killian, what are you doing here?" Her wide green eyes blinked, before narrowing in suspicion. "And how did you know where I live?".

"Lass, may I come in? I promise I will answer whatever questions you might have." His blinding smile warmed her heart.

"Ok, but don't think I'm taking my eyes off of you for a second."

"I would despair if you did." Killian slowly entered her apartment.

Emma guided him to the sofa in her living room.

"I made a delivery not far from here, and I thought I could surprise you. I hope I'm not overstepping," he sighs.

"So how did you find out my address? I hope you're not some kind of crazy stalker."

He smiles. "I called your office. Your boss said you were off."

"Oh. Cleo told you?"

"She also said today was your birthday."

"Cleo has a big mouth," she sighs. "I always spend my birthday alone."

"She also said you had a week off, and perhaps you would consider going to Storybrooke?" he asked with a hopeful tinge to his voice.

Reluctantly Emma agrees. She feels a connection with the blacksmith that she simply cannot ignore.

Cleo hesitantly agrees to meet with Mary Margaret, where Mary Margaret shares her suspicions about her connection to Emma. Cleo nodded her agreement, saying she will look into it. If she can help Emma find her family like Emma helped her find her lost daughter, she will.

While Emma is in Storybrooke, Cleo visits the Convent of the Sisters of Saint Meissa and speaks with Mother Superior. It had been a miracle to Cleo's ears when they told her that they stored items left behind in the attic. After a few apologies about the oversight from the nuns, they give her a box labeled Emma. Once she is alone in her car, with shaking hands she opens the box. Inside, she finds a blanket with a torn corner just as Mary Margaret described.

Cleo headed towards Storybrooke to meet with Mary Margaret and David Nolan to confirm their suspicions.

Killian and Emma are enjoying their food at Granny's when a text message alert chimes.

"Is something wrong, love?"

"I don't think so, it's Cleo. She wants me to meet her at the Sheriff's office."

"Are you sure nothing is wrong? Your eyebrows are furrowed together," he says, concerned.

"No, it's just that she never calls me on my time off." She sighs, "she's also driving out here."

"If you want, I can go with you," Killian offers.

After a soft encouraging whisper from an old friend she hadn't heard from in a while, without thinking Emma nods.

They arrive at the station soon after.

Sheriff Nolan is waiting for them when he notices the blossoming bond between the town's blacksmith and the lovely bondswoman who happens to share his wife's chin.

Emma turns to Killian nervously. What the hell is going on? Killian squeezes her hand in support as they follow the Sheriff to the interrogation room.

Cleo is sitting next to Mary Margaret Nolan. A box is set on the table. Cleo smiles at her. "Hello, Emma. Please, sit down. You too Mr. Jones."

Killian, always the gentleman, pulled a chair out for her to sit while Mary Margaret is quiet, watching the scene unfold in front of her. David sits next to his wife and immediately holds her hand.

Emma turns to Cleo, "Okay, so what's going on?"

Cleo smiles, "I'll let Sheriff Nolan explain."

Sheriff Nolan clears his throat. "Twenty-five years ago, there were a series of kidnappings. Four newborns were stolen from St. Joseph Hospital during the night shift. The police were able to recover two children right away once the kidnapper was captured. A third was recovered almost a month later. The child had been found by an older couple and they had watched the news. However, there was one child that was not found. Our child. We tried everything. Private Investigators rewards for information, but since the woman had snapped when she took the children, she was of no help to us. She was a nurse at the hospital at the time of the kidnappings. It turned out years before, she had lost her own daughter. Once in custody, though, the woman still remained unresponsive and unwilling to cooperate with police about the whereabouts of the last child. We don't know all the details yet and to be honest, we don't care." David chokes up and turns to his wife, "Mary Margaret could you please continue?"

Mary Margaret sniffles, "We had been on vacation and I went into labor. We never thought that our little girl would be kidnapped at birth. We tried looking for her, but every lead we found was a dead end. Yet we never lost hope. I held on to this for twenty-five years. This is part of a blanket Granny knit for our little girl along with this matching hat." The little hat had twin buttercups on each side.

Cleo smiled, "You will find that the torn piece is a perfect fit to this one." She pulled out a baby blanket with the name Emma with a buttercup next to the name.

Emma is staring at the blanket, her eyes tearing. "What are you saying?"

"Emma, I was so wrong to discourage you from looking. I truly thought I was helping you and protecting you from disappointment. This is your blanket. Mother Superior gave it to me. She was supposed to give it to you, but you never returned."

Killian squeezes her hand gently. "Emma, love, I think you found your family."

"How can you be so sure?" Emma shakingly asks.

Mary Margaret laughs, "For one thing, you have my chin and this is the same blanket I wrapped you in as a baby. But if you need more proof, I'm sure we can get a DNA test. I don't need it, we don't need it." Mary Margaret points to her husband.

Emma still cannot believe it. "I-"

Killian smiles. "Emma, when you love someone you just know."

"I think I need a moment." Emma gets up and rushes out of the room.

Emma walked to her car and needed to think. While contemplating a place to go, she hears footsteps approaching. "Swan, I know you said you needed a moment alone but I was hoping you wouldn't mind if I took you to the perfect spot. If you would allow me to accompany you?" Emma stares at him with teary eyes and agrees.

Emma and Killian arrive at Storybrooke Heritage Park and walk to his favorite bench by the duck pond. They sit in silence as they watch a family of swans swim.

Emma turns to Killian, "I can't believe it's real."

Killian smiles. "It's real. I had wondered why they didn't have kids and Granny told me they had a little girl but it wasn't her story to tell. Emma love, you deserve this. They deserve it too. Please, don't shut them out."

"No, it's just I always wondered why I wasn't enough but I never thought that they were suffering as much as I was."

Killian slowly grabs her face and gently wipes the tears away. "The wondering is over, and now you can have the family you always wanted. Give them a chance, don't lose more time."

Emma smiled, she knew he was right. As crazy as it sounds, it wasn't their fault. Some unbalanced lady did this to them. Should she feel bad for that lady? Because mental issues are horrible, but in this moment she didn't.

"Okay, we can go back." Emma grabbed Killian's hand.

On the way back to the station, she couldn't help but be thankful for meeting Killian; he was nice and sweet. She wasn't blind, he was handsome. She felt connected to him and it was beyond the physical attraction.

Killian could feel her eyes on him. He fights the urge to run his hand through his hair to scratch behind his ear. He feels connected to her. He had laughed when the thought first occurred to him. It was crazy, they've known each other for such a short period. He was smitten, though; that was a given.

Once back at the station, Emma hesitantly embraces her parents for the first time.

Cleo advises her to stick around in Storybrooke longer to get to know her family.

After a few months of living with her parents, Emma finally gives in. She moves permanently to Storybrooke, her life is here. She has loving parents and she had started dating Killian. Their first date had been an experience. Her mother had been so excited, they had gone shopping for a dress to wear and had taken so many pictures of her and Killian. Emma wore a light pink dress that had a v neckline with a bodice and belt. Killian wore his dark jeans, a black shirt, and vest. Her father had done the overprotective thing even though he has known Killian longer than her. She acted like it bothered her, but deep inside it made her smile.

One year and a short courtship later, Emma and Killian marry in an intimate wedding at Storybrooke Park Heritage. Family and close friends gathered to congratulate the pair.

Nine months later they welcome twins Hope and Henry Jones. The little girl shared her dazzling blue eyes with Killian. The boy had hazel eyes that reminded her of an old friend.

This was a new beginning for them all.

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[lovemesomesurveys]

What is your least favourite thing about your full name? Nothing.

How good is your grammar? I think it’s pretty good overall. Admittedly, I’m not as good of a writer as I used to be.

Do you like the age you are? D: My 30s are going to go fast I know it and I’m afraid I’m going to just waste them all. The last few years of my 20s were wasted. 

Music. It’s amazing. Do you agree? It’s great, but I’m not as attached to music as most people are. It’s hard for me to get into new acts and I mostly stick to the artists and albums I’ve listened for years. Music can also sometimes be too emotional for me, so most of the time I prefer flocking to content that will entertain me when I’m sad, like sitcoms or YouTube videos. <<< I relate to the first part of this. I enjoy music don’t get me wrong, but I don’t feel that attachment either. I don’t have to listen to it all the time, everyday. I used to be that way; though, and feel that attachment.  I don’t get hyped about new music like I used to either. I miss that.

What’s your favourite kind of poptart? Frosted strawberry and frosted brown cinnamon sugar.

Do you like sunglasses? I never wear ‘em as someone who has to wear glasses full-time. I could get prescription sunglasses, but meh I just never felt a need for sunglasses. I have had transitional lenses, but adding that gets expensive. 

Do you think dreams can give us insight to things? I think it can bring attention to some things and make you maybe think about something, especially if you’re having reoccurring dreams and themes. 

Have any cheesy kids songs memorized?  Many nursery rhymes and songs from like Barney and stuff. I was recently reminded of a Halloween kid song called Ghost of John that brought me back to elementary school music class days. “Have you heard of the ghost of John? Long, white bones with the rest all goneeeee. Ooooooh. Wouldn’t it be chilly with no skin on?” lol. Anyone else remember that? Just me? 

Besides your computer, what else is cluttering your desk? I don’t have a desk. Well, my bed basically serves as my desk as well because it’s where I keep my laptop, my Bible study book and notebook with a pencil case, a coloring book, and two packs of colored pencils and it’s where I do/use those things instead of at a desk.

Why is your worst enemy your worst? I don’t have any enemies. 

What does your dad do? He works at a car repair shop.

How late do you usually stay up? Usually 7 or 8AM, sometimes 9 :X I don’t know my sleep schedule has gotten so bad. This is definitely the worst it has ever been. 

The political spectrum. Where do you fall?  Not getting into that.

Do those commercials from the ASPCA make you cry? Yes D;

When was the last time you visited a nail salon?  Years ago when I went with my mom while she got her nails done. What was the last thing you used sliced bread to make? A sandwich. I haven’t had a sandwich in awhile, though. 

If you had to eat one type (Chinese, etc.) of food which would it be? Right now? I don’t want anything right now, but I could maybe go for some Mexican food later.

Enough about food. Have you used Wikipedia for a school report? I’ve used it more to easily read up on a subject and then use it as a reference point. It gave me ideas, but I didn’t use it as a source.

What is your favourite glass to drink from? I don’t have one.

When did your family immigrate to wherever you live now? My parents and their parents were all born in the US. My maternal great grandfather (my grandma’s dad) was born in the Philippines. I’m not sure about the rest.

What does your room look like when you sleep? I turn my main light off, but I sleep with my TV on for some light and sound.

What tabs are open on your computer? Two Tumblr tabs, Pinterest, two LiveJournal tabs, Google, and YouTube.

Are your fingers long, or short?  Long.

Reality TV: Love it, or hate it?  I like a few reality TV shows. What time is it in the country you get the most of your heritage from? Uhhh there’s not one time for the whole country cause of time zones. In my state, it’s 4:57AM.

Do you use a top sheet? There’s on my bed, but no I don’t use it. My bed stays made/tucked in I just sleep and sit on top and use a throw blanket that I keep to the side if needed.

How often do you engage in illegal behaviour?  I play it pretty safe for the most part.

Who is your favourite comedian? I don’t have one.

Do people say you have an accent? I was asked about this in the previous survey I just did and gave a detailed answer about California and accents that I don’t feel like repeating here, but no, no one has said I have an accent. We all have one, though. Mine just isn’t distinctive.

Could you tell me what the capital of Bosnia is without looking it up? Nope.

AOL: Do you use it? Wow, is AOL still around? I haven’t used it since the early 2000s. I haven’t even heard anything about it in quite a long time.

Do you find Family Guy’s cutaway scenes funny, or annoying? They usually get annoying and go on too long. I don’t watch a lot of Family Guy, but just from what I’ve seen it’s a bit much.

What colours are on your current shirt?  Black and gray.

How many children do you want/have?  Zero.

Would you rather live in this decade, the 1960’s, or the 1910’s?  This decade.

Pepsi vs. Coke?  Coke.

Do you think you look good with a hat on?  I don’t know about that, but I do like wearing them. Beanies, especially.

[thegodskeeper]

🧿 20 Day Newbie Devotee Challenge - Odin

Day 9: Discuss your daily/weekly/monthly/etc. worship “schedule.” What do you do for your deity? What offerings do you give? How often do you pray? And so on. Are you happy with how much/little time you give your deity? If not, what could you do to change that?

I don’t really have any sort of set schedule for my work with Odin (at least at the moment) because I find that when I set myself a routine like that, instead of helping it just stresses me out. Which is a surefire way to make sure that I don’t do anything devotional or productive for Odin at all, and you can see why that isn’t exactly what the Old Bastard’s probably after. That said, there are things that I do for him, and with him.

I have a few songs that I sing specifically for Odin, the most prominent of which is Song for Odin by Alchemical Poetry. And I do sing rather a lot, but sometimes I get the feeling when I start singing that it’s devotional. Particular songs, particular moods. Often when I’m working on something to do with my practice. It’s hard to explain. On a similar vein, I write poetry for all of my deities. Mostly when the inspiration calls me.

Storytelling. Stories mean a lot to me in my practice. I make a big point of saying “I don’t recruit for Odin for free” and that’s true, but I think a part of my role as a diviner for him is a degree of... proselytizing, whether I like it or not. I will happily talk to people about my experiences with him, but I like to be honest and I want decisions to be theirs.

I have been really working to improve my skills and my intuition as a diviner in the past year, researching - to varying degrees of depth - methods that I’ve not used before, as well as ones I could stand to know better. I have also been trying to learn a bit about evolutionary astrology, not to mention the odd times that Odin goes “here is homework for you”. So my studies as a diviner and a spiritworker are not devotional so much as something I do with him.

I don’t really pray. Or rather, I don’t pray... for the sake of it. I godphone with Odin - sometimes he picks up the phone, sometimes I do - but we rarely have proper full-blown conversations unless I really sit down for them. But when I do pray, it’s to ask for... well, I hesitate to say “to ask for something”. I give offerings and ask him to watch over and maybe guide a situation when I really need him. It’s a bit of a hang-up from being raised Christian, I think.

I could probably stand to talk to him more.

Offerings wise, when I’m requesting something or trying to be respectful, I give him alcohol. We do have some mead but it’s hard to get hold of the good stuff here in Canada, so usually Odin gets either the nice whiskey, or whatever it is that I’ve bought to treat myself. (I was going to give him some of the absinthe I’ve been holding onto forever, but Thor wanted that. Long story.) At other times, when I just want to make a casual ‘hey Old Man, thanks’ offering, I make him poptarts because it’s sort of an inside joke.

[lavieboheme930]

33- Too Little Too Late

what is a food that you’d hate to be allergic to?: All.  I love to eat HAHA

what color was the last towel you used?: Peach

would you prefer to date someone taller, shorter, or the same height as you? Taller.

when was the last time your nose bled? Few weeks ago

how old are you turning this year?: 37

what is your favorite thing to snack on while watching a movie?: Anything I’m in the mood for LOL

swimming pool or hot tub?: Neither

can you swim well? I can’t swim at all LOL

what body part do you wash first in the shower?: hair

who would you allow to read your thoughts for one day? Sure why not

name your last reason for using a camera? Taking a pic of my dog what kind of first impression do you think you make? A good one 

where was the last place you fell asleep other than your bed? The subway

what are you excited about? Currently: that we have a new date for The Eternals release in theaters!! Feb. 12!!!  I just wanna see Richard Madden on the big screen again

seven days from now, will you be in a relationship? Nope. when was the last time you laughed really hard & why? Yesterday talking with my bestie

what are you wearing? Leggings and a top

what do you want? For all this shit to be over with once and for all so we can go back to living our lives.  

did you enjoy your weekend? Ehhh it was same as always

do you regret anything you’ve done recently? No

is there anybody you wish you could see? Yes

have you ever kissed anyone with a name that starts with j or m? J.

how many people of the opposite sex do you fully trust? One.

do you think you’ll be married in 10 years? Who knows

what makes you mad most about girls? How they are so fake

have you ever been given roses? Yes

do you even like getting flowers? Sure.

what’s your favorite flowers? Red roses

could you go out in public looking like you do now? Yes cause I did 

who’s the first person you texted today? My bestie

would you move to another state to be with the person you loved? Nope

how’s the weather today? Hot

what color are your eyes? Brown.

do you like poptarts? Sure

where will you be 12 hours frm now? Sleeping

is it easy for others to make you feel intimidated? Nope

do you know what you are going to wear tomorrow? SUre

are you on a desktop or laptop? Laptop.

does anyone hate you for no reason? I know of one person who has in the past.  But she was pretty much a bitch to everyone LOL

what are you planning to do today? Nothing now

play an instrument? Used to would you go back in time if you were given the chance? Sure

where did you get the underwear you are wearing right now? Target 

have you ever kissed someone whose name starts with an r? No

have you ever passed out? No.

are you easily confused? I can be

do you think you would make a good wife/husband? Yes

what’s your favorite kind of ice cream? Dorothy from Big Gay Ice Cream Shoppe

do you like coffee? I live on coffee

do you like summer? Yes!

where were you at 8am this morning? Sleeping

do you fall for people easily? Apparently LOL

everything happens for a reason? Yes

have you ever dated someone more than once? Yes.

who have you texted in the last 24 hours? My best friends

what color nail polish is on your toes? None. I gotta

do you find members of the preferred sex confusing? Yes

what are you listening to right now? Love Song by Pippin.  Matt’s version too!!

how has the week been? Same as always.  Anxiety and depression just keeps getting worse the longer this lockdown and restrictions are.

what are your biggest turn offs? Guys who are assholes

favorite shirt to wear? My bell-sleeve shirts

favorite drink? Coffee!!

last person to say ‘i love you’ to you? My besties

would you kiss the last person you kissed again? Sure

what’s your favorite color gummy bear? None

what is the nicest part of the opposite sex’s body? Smile, eyes, hair

have you ever run into a dishwasher? No

ever had a song sung about/for you? Nope.

is there a baby in the room with you right now? No.

where do you sing the most, in the car, the shower or other? Anywhere LOL

what is your favorite thing that is green? I don’t know.

what did your last text message say? I’m not saying

what is the way to your heart? Anything involving Elton

what do you smell like? I don’t know

what’s in your pocket? I don’t have pockets.  

anything in your mouth? Nope.

ever hurt yourself playing wii? No.

do you have freckles? Yes. what’s the last movie you saw in the theater? The remke of Lion King.  I hated it!!

ever jumped/fallen/been pushed in a pool with your clothes on? No

are you wearing any clothes that you wore yesterday? Yes.

name a song that you know all the words to: There are so many.

what’s the last thing you watched on tv? Frasier

what can you hear right now? Anyway you want it from Rock of Ages

did you feel better or worse or the same yesterday? Better.  The stress headache is finally gone

are you close to your siblings? only child

do you bite your nails? No

do you like your feet? nope, but they’re like messed up from all my ears of skating.

do you sleep well at night? I haven’t since this shit began in March.  They don’t care how they’re messing with people’s mental health with these restrictions and it’s really affecting us!

[kricketwritesstories]

Title: Poptarts, Fanfiction, and Accidental Confession

Fandom: Avengers

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Characters: Bucky, Reader, Thor, Loki, and Jarvis

Summary: The Reader is not her best in the morning, and Loki takes advantage. Thor just wants revenge for the loss of his pop tarts; and Jarvis proves he owns everyone!

"Y/N, I truly must thank you for this tableture," Loki declared sincerely as he glided into the room with it in hand.

"It's just a tablet," you said as you popped the last of your cherry pop tart in your mouth, "you're most welcome."

Loki sauntered to the fridge to get some juice. Once he poured himself a glass, he gracefully hopped up on the island. He took a sip and smiled mischievously.

"It really has given me a wealth of Midgardian knowledge," he continued.

You were still hungry and not entirely awake yet so you only slightly nodded in response as you went looking for more pop tarts. To your horror, you discovered you'd eaten the last one.

"He's going to kill me," you gulp.

"Kill is a strong way to go, he may punish you a bit, but don't worry you seem like a sub to me so you should enjoy it," Loki jabbed without looking up from his tablet.

You choke on air, "EXCUSE ME?!"

"Well, you see a sub is -"

"I know what a sub is Loki," you start.

"Oh I'm sure you do, my lady," Loki smirked.

"But what does a sandwich have to do with being punished," you say dazed.

Loki laughed and jumped off the island to walk over and tap you on the nose. "This, this adorable density is exactly why my ship has yet to sail," Loki whispered.

"GOOD MORNING BROTHER! GOOD MORNING LADY Y/N - MY FAVORITE PLATONIC MIDGARDIAN WOMAN," Thor boomed.

"You don't have to add platonic every time dearie," you sigh happily, "Jane's not here and we already cleared that debacle up. Now Loki, I didn't know you were interested in sailing."

Loki sighed loudly and threw his hands up in the air. "I can see how you and my brother are, what's it called? Oh yes, besties," he said while rolling his eyes.

Jarvis chimed in over the kitchen speakers, "Miss Y/N, I think I can be of service. I know mornings aren't your peak brain wave time."

"Thanks Jarvis...hey! Wait a minute," you started before Thor cut you off.

"WHERE ARE MY MAGICAL CONFECTION ENVELOPES?! MY FRUIT FILLED DREAMS?! MY TARTS THAT POP," he cried out in despair.

"Keep your voice down brother, you'll wake the dead with that racket," Loki began, "now let's watch as Jarvis teaches Y/N something. By the way she at your pop tarts."

Thor gasped in horror but took a seat all the same and watched you carefully.

"As I was saying," Jarvis began, "what Master Loki was referring to wasn't an actual 'ship' according to his Internet history, he seems to frequent 4 websites -"

Loki's eyes grew wide in horror, "Inferior tech, she need not know -"

"Twitter, Tumblr, ArchiveofOurOwn, and CatsAreLife.com," Jarvis continued pointedly, "and two of those websites speak a lot of shipping."

Thor roared with laughter as Loki turned pink, "I TOO ENJOY THE TINY PURRING BALLS OF FLUFF, BUT ARE THEY REALLY LIFE BROTHER."

"Thor," you warned gently, "you're too loud for this early in the morning. Plus this would best be kept between us."

Loki sighed gratefully before you continued, "After all, the more people know about it the less able we are to use it for blackmail purposes."

"Y/N, focus," Jarvis interrupted, "when you 'ship' two people it means you want them to be in a relationship with each other. If Loki's 2nd Tumblr page is any indication -"

"HEY," Loki shouted, "WHAT RIGHT HAVE YOU TO PRY INTO MY -"

"Adopted or not, you two certainly are brothers," you laugh, "continue Jarvis."

"Loki and I share the same ship," Jarvis finished.

"Huh," you shrugged, "I don't follow."

"His 2nd Tumblr name is WintersDollFan69, he's even written some fanfiction on -"

"THAT IS QUITE ENOUGH JARVIS," Loki screamed as he slammed his hands down on the table.

"I particularly like the one where Y/N and Bucky are locked in a closet and have to confess their feelings. That of course leads to the number of your blog name," Jarvis elaborated.

"WHY - thank you I actually worked really hard on that one," Loki said genuinely touched, "I actually get my ideas from ways I've thought of to force them together."

"That's very creative of you, Master Loki," Jarvis complimented, "you know I could arrange some of the scenarios."

"Could you really," he said fascinated.

You turned bright red at all this knowledge, and silently prayed that Thor went back to worrying about his pop tarts. Alas, that was not the case.

"HO! HO! LOOKS LIKE SOMEONE ELSE HAS DISCOVERED YOUR FEELINGS ABOUT BROTHER BARNES," Thor shouted happily, "HOW DOES THIS MAKE YOU FEEL MRS. BARNES, TO KNOW THAT SO MANY PEOPLE SHIP YOU?!"

"Wait what," Loki and Jarvis asked at the same time.

"LADY Y/N LOVES TO GET LOST IN THE BLUE ORBS OF HIS EYES AND WISHES TO TANGLE HER FINGERS IN HIS LUSCIOUS MANE. I CANNOT COUNT HOW MANY TIMES I HAVE SEEN HER LOSE HERSELF TO FANTASIES OF BEING WHISKED IN HIS ARMS AND KISSED SENSELESS," he teased.

"THOR," you shout, "Shut. Up. NOW!"

"NO," he shouted back, "YOU ATE MY POP TARTS!"

"Please, he might hear you," you begged, "and I can't stand the thought of him knowing. I just -"

"WANT TO HUG HIM AND TO KISS HIM AND TO LOVE AND MARRY HIM," Thor sing songed.

You cursed the day you showed him Miss Congeniality.

"Y/N JUST ADMIT IT," Thor continued.

"She doesn't have to," a husky voice came from behind them, "I heard everything."

You'd fantasizes enough about that voice to know who it belonged to, and you wish that the floor would just swallow you up. You couldn't dare turn around, and your voice cracked as you pleaded, "Bucky, I -"

You felt strong arms grab your waist and twirl you around then bend you down. Bucky's lips crashed on to yours with a passion that made all the fantasies and daydreams pale in comparison. He cradled your head with his metal arm while his flesh one remained wrapped securely around your waist.

When he stopped and righted you again, you almost fell over and he had to steady you. He brought his flesh hand up to cup your cheek and make you look him in the eyes.

"I ship us, too," he admitted sheepishly, "whatdya say, doll?"

You gulp and find your courage.

"I say, we look up WintersDollFan69 and re-enact some of his stories," you said as your eyes sparkled with promise, love, and lust.

Bucky growled and scooped you up bridal style and ran out of the room causing you to laugh heartily.

"What...just...BUT MY POP TARTS," Thor whimpered.

Loki walked over to him and patted him on his shoulder, "I don't believe she'll be getting you more pop tarts anytime soon....I don't think we'll be seeing her anytime soon - but we'll probably hear her soon enough."

Loki smiled wickedly and picked up his tablet as Jarvis spoke, "I agree Master Loki, and I'll add pop tarts to the shopping list Master Thor."

[aka-willow]

The Executioner

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Words: 1934

Characters: Willow Wren, Erin Dunphee

Prompt/Tag:

“it wasn’t me, i swear!”

“just make sure you’ve eaten.”

Summary: Willow talks at the station with Officer Dunphee

Timeline: December 2015

Song:  2.0_6-madame3xecutioner.oga - Mac Quayle

A/N: oh ariana we’re really in it now

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Hours later, I was at the police station, the blanket still wrapped around me, sitting on an office couch in an interview room, staring at the blood that was on my jeans. Marty’s blood. My brain had all but shut down as the night wore on, hours passed, and when I checked my phone at three in the morning, the time didn’t feel real. I kept replaying the moments after waking up in the apartment, the way the officers’ flashlights lit up the place, the way blood was splattered on Marty’s nightstand. I felt like I was sleepwalking but couldn’t bring myself to sleep beyond my head drooping down a few times.

I picked at the peanut butter crackers and water bottle left on the table, but I only sipped at the water, too nauseous to touch the crackers. I felt like I had been waiting forever in that white room when the door finally opened and Detective Dunphee came in.

“How are you feeling?” she asked.

“I just saw my best friend’s dead,” I said. “So not good.” I didn’t sound real as I said it. “And I don’t know what’s going on—I don’t feel safe, I—”

“Okay, okay,” Detective Dunphee said. “I’m gonna stay here with you, okay? I’m Erin Dunphee, we met earlier.” She forced a smile.

“Hi,” I said. “I’m Willow.”

“And could you tell me again how old you are?”

“Fourteen. I’m in ninth grade.”

She smiled again, this time with her eyes. “Wow, first year of high school, huh? That’s exciting. So, you live with Marty and his father?” Erin asked.

“Yeah.” I was already wondering if they had been able to piece anything together, if she thought one of us did it, if Marty’s dad knew—

“How long have you been living there?” She scribbled notes onto a white pad, and I watched as she covered it in black ink.

“Um… about a year. You can talk to my lawyer… she set up the arrangement. I had a… complicated situation at home.” Oh, no, please don’t ask about how this happened or why I’m with them, don’t—

“I just want to get an understanding of who’s who. Would anyone want to hurt Marty? Just any information you could give us about why anyone would want to do this.”

“No, god no,” I said. I mean, he did that stuff scamming people online but… that beam that hit me… I don’t think that was just some internet creep wielding a weapon like that. That was… that was something else.

“Anything he may have been involved in?” Erin asked.

“He was on the soccer team,” I said. “Had a bunch of friends there and he’s is—uh—was? Dating a girl from the girls’ soccer team. Annabel Carson? He also tried the musical once. Normal stuff.”

“Was anybody drinking tonight? Drugs? I understand you were coming from a school dance.”

“No, of course not,” I said. “Me and Kate split up with Marty around nine to go see Star Wars, which is when we left the dance. He didn’t drink before that and I don’t think he did after. I mean, he may have, but I don’t know. I wasn’t there.”

“Do you know what might have happened to his laptop?”

His laptop? Who would take his laptop? “No, why?” I asked.

“We didn’t recover any electronics from him, no phone, no computer in his room, even though we know he had one. Your apartment took some serious damage, and the windows were shattered when we were on the ground. We really need to recover one of his devices to help us figure out who killed him, or what happened in those moments.”

“Okay…” Someone came with intent. They targeted Marty. Why? And why his laptop? “Do… do you think I have it?” I asked. “I don’t.”

“Can you describe to me the events leading up to when we arrived, Willow?”

“Do you think I did this?” I asked suddenly. “None of this, it wasn’t me, I swear. You can check my movie tickets or whatever, or the cameras outside the building. Kate and I… we just arrived and…”

“I’m just trying to establish a timeline. Your friend Kate gave us one version, and I’m trying to verify it.”

“What did she say?”

“I want to hear yours first.”

I gripped the water bottle in my hand and crunched it in slightly, trying to ground myself. None of it felt real and I hoped that if I tried hard enough, I’d wake up and Marty would be alive, waiting for me to get ready for school, complaining about being late. “Kate and I came back from the movies around midnight? I think? Maybe a little after that. When we got out of the elevator I—I noticed that the door was cracked open, which seemed weird, and I heard a thump? So, I told Kate to wait in the hall and I went to go look. I went in and went to Marty’s room since I knew his dad was out at the conference and he was the only one that was supposed to be home. I went in and… Marty was just…” I couldn’t find the words.

We were quiet for a moment as Erin continued taking notes and then paused to think, scrunching her lips up and touching the bottom of her pen to her chin. “You’ve never seen anything like that before, have you.”

I shook my head, even though that wasn’t quite true. “No. And for a second, I thought I saw another person in that room. They hit me with something and then I woke up.”

“And when did you wake up?”

“When you brought me over to the couch.”

“Can you describe the person you saw?”

I shut my eyes, trying to remember. “Um… medium height. Skinny-ish. I don’t know anything else, if they were male or female or whatever. It was too dark.”

She studied me for a moment after she wrote down more notes, and then sighed as she looked up at the florescent lights. “Is there anything else I should know?”

If I tell her about that other weapon—if Kate already hasn’t—then someone like SHIELD is going to get called in. Or that other group they mentioned. And if SHIELD comes in and they start putting the pieces together…

“Um…” I pick at the corner of the peanut butter crackers’ wrapper again. “I know Marty liked blackmailing people online.”

The mood in the room shifted, and Erin shifted her position in her chair as she leaned in. “Tell me more about that.”

I told her everything I knew, knowing that it wouldn’t help, that none of those people had anything to do with whatever happened tonight, but hoping it would give her an answer. Maybe Marty’s dad an answer. There needed to be some acceptable answer for all of this. Someone Marty blackmailed came after him. Took his laptop and phone. Destroyed the apartment. The End.

There was another long pause after I finished, the pit in my stomach only growing and as I sat in that interview room, I began to feel lightheaded again and felt the wind pick up around my hands. I sat on them, but I could feel the air shifting in the room, and the corner of the notepad began to flutter. She looked up from her writing, first at me, and then at the vent above the door. “Heat must have kicked on,” she said, standing up and organizing her notes. “I’ll be back in a bit, then. Can I get you anything? Something else to eat?”

“I’m fine.”

I was trying to hold back but the pressure was growing and I couldn’t contain it. What’s wrong with me? Why don’t I have control anymore? Oh no—

“I just wanted to make sure you’ve eaten,” she said. “Let me see what else we have.” Before I could protest, she shut the door.

I exhaled, the wind leaving my body in a gust, rattling the table and chair, my ears popped as I tried to contain it and get my heart rate back to normal. Not here, don’t do this here. Whatever is wrong with you now, don’t explode here.

I realized that I could hear Detective Dunphee talking in the other room, even though it was in a fairly hushed voice. I curled up on the couch, trying to block out all other sensory input and listen to their conversation.

“Kate Gray gave a similar story. She said that Willow found the body and was out after being hit with something.”

“Kid didn’t show any injuries when they checked her out though,” a male voice said.

“No, I know. Kate said that the windows were broken by the attacker, and they gave her the concussion as well.”

“How? How were the windows broken? Are we dealing with… I don’t know… someone with abilities? Because if we are…” I felt the wind in the room pick up again and I clenched my fists as tightly as I could, shutting my eyes and keeping my head down on the table.

Kate… that’s not what happened. I broke the windows, razed the apartment. Hurt you. Why are you lying? I know you saw me wake up before… whatever happened.

“More of an act of vandalism,” I heard another voice add. “I mean look at the apartment. And the missing devices?” Their voices faded as they moved to another, even further room, and I again wondered what time it was. Eventually, Detective Dunphee returned, holding onto the backpack I had brought with me and that they made me drop off at the door.

“Okay,” she said. “Do you have anywhere to go?”

I stood up shakily. “I don’t want to go back there.”

“Who do we need to call?”

Not Marty’s dad. Not Peter’s Aunt May.

“Jessica Jones,” I said. “She’s a friend, lives in Hell’s Kitchen. I have her number.” It was six in the morning, and I hadn’t slept all night. I rang for Jessica, but it went straight to voicemail, which meant her phone died and because it was Saturday morning, she was probably hungover.

“No answer?” Detective Dunphee asked.

“No answer,” I said.

By that morning, none of Marty’s devices had been found and I was without a place to go. Detective Dunphee looked around the station and finally put a guiding hand on my shoulder, which I shrugged away, afraid she’d feel the wings, something I had just barely avoided when talking with the medical examiner before I got to the station. We walked through the station, and she grabbed something off her desk as we went by. “I got you these,” she said. “Do you like strawberry Poptarts?”

“I’ve never tried one.”

“Okay, well I’d like you to eat something if possible, all right?”

“Where are we going now?” I asked, ignoring her previous statement.

“Here,” said Detective Dunphee, opening a door to a room lined with a few bunks and outfitted with grey blankets. “Why don’t you get some sleep until we hear back?” I sat down on one of the beds but didn’t lay down, instead just staring at the floor, my mouth in a hard line. “Hey,” said Detective Dunphee, sitting down on the bunk across for me. “You’re going to be okay. If you want to talk…”

“I don’t want to talk,” I said. “I’m fine.” At that moment, I knew the word I needed. Sumerkey. Sumerkey. Sumerkey.

I don’t want to feel anything.

[taehyungiestummy]

Return to Paradise -- Chapter Twenty

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         “Okay Hobi, I wanted to get to know you better,” I bring my legs up, folding them under myself. “I use your nickname, but I know I’m not as close to you like the others. I truly am sorry.”

         “No worries, kid,” Hoseok pats my head. “Balancing seven guys as your friends, one is bound to not be as close.”

         “Now, we can change that,” I smile. “I don’t know how to start this, though, because I do know you somewhat.”

         “My jagi is shy,” Taehyung grabs my hand. “Tell her about your family, hyung.”

         “Oh, I can do that,” Hoseok smiles. “Well, I have an older sister, and a loving mother and father.”

         “I have an older sister too,” I giggle. “Are you close with your mom or dad?”

         “I am very close with my mom. She’s fought to life me up, and I work hard because that’s how she taught me to be. I talk to her whenever I can. She gives me the best advice.”

         “Man, I wish I was close with one of my parents. With four other siblings, they had to split up their attention a lot. My older brother and sister were the ones who were around a lot for me, while my parents spent a lot of time with my younger siblings. Not saying that they didn’t give me attention. They did when it mattered, and for that I am grateful. Now, they don’t care if I travel like this. Oh my, I am so sorry. I rambled,” I cover my face with my free hand.

         “No, I liked it,” Hoseok chuckles, tapping my hand. “You are cute when you talk like that. Passionate talking, that’s it.”

         “I know,” Taehyung pulls my hand away from my face. “She just thinks she’s annoying, and that is far from the truth.”

         I sigh, “That’s what I’ve been told, so now I believe it. Rambling like I do, getting all excited, is frowned upon. That’s why I am sorry and am so closed off.”

         “Well, ramble all you like,” Hoseok grins. “To me, and all the other boys. We are your family and will always be there for you. We love to hear you happy and excited about things.”

         “Yeah, talk all you want,” Taehyung kisses my cheek. “We will listen.”

         “No,” I pout. “I’m supposed to be learning about Hobi, not Hobi learning about me.”

         “It should go both ways,” Hoseok ruffles my hair. “What topic is up next?”

         “Um, I don’t know,” I giggle. “Tae, pick the topic again, please.”

         “Oh,” Taehyung chuckles. “Let’s see, you can talk about music.”

         “That’s good,” I nod. “Hobi, tell me about rapping.”

         “Well, I had to teach myself to get into the group. I’m not blessed with the skill like Yoongi or Namjoon. You seem to have some skill for rapping. I pride myself in how good I am at it now.”

         “That’s really cool. Teaching yourself to rap must have been hard. I’m glad I have three boys willing to teach me. I practice in the shower a lot, so I don’t have much skill.”

         “Your rapping is really cute, regardless. You should do it more.”

         “Oh, stop it,” I playfully slap his chest. “You were great at dancing to begin with?”

         “Yes, that’s why I was considered for Bangtan.”

         “I don’t want to get a normal job, the only one I would want is at a bookstore. I hope to be good enough at dancing to be backup for you guys.”

         “You can do it. With how much you work at it now, I think that you can do it.”

         “I could see you in a bookstore,” Taehyung says. “Helping people pick out books perfect for them. If that’s your dream, go for it.”

         “Not really my dream,” I chuckle. “It would be fun. My dream is to have a library in my house with all the books I have because I have a lot of books.”

         “You like to read, don’t you?” Hoseok asks. “You always bring a book with you when you come to watch us practice.”

         “I love reading and writing, yes,” I nod. “Add video games into the mix too. When my hand starts hurting from writing, then I go to reading. I try to read as much as possible, but it’s hard with seven boys wanting my attention. And one of those seven boys always wants my attention for himself.”

         “I mean, can you blame me?” Taehyung nuzzles his face into my shoulder.

         “You are very pretty, Amber,” Hoseok pushes a strand of hair behind my ear. “Do you think he’ll be your one?”

         “He is the one,” I push Taehyung’s face off my shoulder.

         “I mean, you know,” he winks.

         “Ah,” my face heats up, and I can’t think of anything to say.

         “Hyung, you broke her,” Taehyung pouts. “That’s personal, and we aren’t there yet.”

         “But you will be one day, yes?” Hoseok smirks. “Each other’s first, that’s cute.”

         “Wait,” I turn to look at Taehyung. “First?”

         Taehyung’s cheeks redden instantly. “Well, I mean, first girlfriend, so, yeah.”

         “That’s great,” I smile so big. “That makes me feel special. One day.”

         “You’re welcome,” Hoseok chuckles. “You two were made for each other. Soulmates, as they say. You’ll be together forever.”

         “Thanks, Hobi,” I turn back to face Hoseok. “That means a lot. Now, back to talking about you. Taehyung, another topic please?”

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         “Princess, are you feeling okay?” Taehyung places his hand on my knee.

         I pull my gaze away from looking out the train window and look at Taehyung. “Yeah, I’m good. Why?”

         “You seem a little pale, and you haven’t had breakfast yet. Also, you are a lot quieter than normal. You usually talk with me when we’re alone like this. Are you nervous?”

         “Um, I mean, yeah, a little,” I take a slow breath, not wanting to freak out.

         “It’s going to be okay. I’ll be by your side all day,” he gently squeezes my knee before pulling his hand away. “Now, how about eating something? If you don’t eat now, you will hungry and get angry easier.”

         “What do you have?”

         “I brought you a PopTart,” he reaches into his backpack and pulls out the shiny packaged breakfast treat. “I didn’t want to bring Korean food because I don’t know what you hate quite yet.”

         I giggle, taking the PopTart from him. “You’ll learn once we live together.”

         “Next year,” he leans over and gives me a quick kiss. “I’ll find us the perfect apartment to live in.”

         I open my PopTart, taking one out. “I’m sure you will.”

         “I can’t wait for our date that you planned,” he leans back.

         I take a bite of my hot fudge sundae PopTart. “You’ll love it.”

         “Can you give me some hints to what it will be like?”

         I shake my head, “Nope.”

         “Fine,” he pouts. “Keep eating,” he pushes my PopTart up to my mouth.

         I take a bite, slapping his hand.

         “Aish, no hitting.”

         “Sorry, I know you’re fragile. No more hitting.”

         “You seem a lot better now. I’m glad you are relaxing.”

         “It’s thanks to you,” I smile. “You know just what to do to get my emotions under control. I love you for it.”

         “Oh, what else do you love about me?”

         I giggle. “Your eyes. They can show all the emotions so clearly. A beautiful light brown. I fell for your eyes the first time I looked into them.”

         “I love your eyes. A mixture of green, brown, and blue. Yoongi-hyung and I want you to wear your glasses more, you know? They were given to you for a reason, and yet you refuse to wear them a lot.”

         I lovingly smile, “The case is in my bag.”

         Taehyung quickly reaches for my bag, pulling my glasses case out. “You look so cute in them; I don’t understand why you hate them.”

         “I don’t hate them,” I mumble. “They are cool glasses. Just wearing them makes me embarrassed.”

         “We can overcome that,” Taehyung carefully opens the case.

         I grab my glasses and slide them on my face. “We can try. I see fine without them, though.”

         “But, I like them, and you have them for a reason. Promise me you’ll wear them more.”

         “For you, I’ll do anything.”

         “Good,” he kisses my nose. “Now, back to things you love about me.”

         I chuckle, “Your kisses. Everyone makes me feel warm inside.”

         “I’ll have to kiss you more,” he grabs my hand, bringing it up to his lips to kiss the back of it.

         “Also, your laughs can lift up my mood in an instant. The sound is so lovely to my ears.”

         “I love hearing you laugh too. Like music to my ears. I live to hear you smile and laugh.”

         “Speaking of your smile, you have such a wonderful smile. Smirk, grin, boxy. I love them all.”

         “I like doing this,” he giggles. “It makes me feel really good.”

         “Me too,” I mess with my glasses. “Helps my confidence. Say something you love about me.”

         “That you write poems to let out emotions. Your love poems to me are so precious.”

         My cheeks warm up, “I’m glad you like them. Writing poems has always helped me let out my emotions. Angry, sad, in love, whatever else.”

         “I help write songs, that counts.”

         “Yeah, I think of it as a form of poetry.”

         “I also love when you talk about things you are passionate about. You can always excitedly talk to me about anything.”

         “I’ll talk your ear off,” I giggle.

         “You will get tired of talking, so I would talk your ear off,” he giggles. “We will always have something to talk about.”

         “I hope so. If we didn’t, then we have become boring.”

         “One more thing that I love about you, then you need to finish eating.”

         I glance down at my half eaten PopTart. “Forgot I was holding this.”

         “I love your dancing. Not what you are though, though that is nice to watch. No, I really love your random dancing. When you let the music flow through you. It’s very cute.”

         “Really? It is fun to just let go and dance like that.”

         “We will have to do it together before you leave.”

         “Maybe on our date,” I smirk, shoving my PopTart into my mouth, so I can’t spoil any more of the date.

         “Such a tease, jagi,” Taehyung pokes my side. “Keep eating, and once you are done, we will figure out what to do for the rest of the ride.” 

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         “Hi puppy,” I giggle as a white dog rushes up to Taehyung and me as we walk through the gate. Right in front of us is what Taehyung has told me is his home.

         “Soonshim, I misses you,” Taehyung crouches down to pet the dog.

         “Ah, this is Soonshim,” I crouch down next to my boyfriend. “So pretty.”

         I hold my hand out for the dog to sniff.

         Soonshim licks my fingers, nudging my hand with her now so I’ll pet her.

         “She likes you,” he chuckles. “We really need to get a dog.”

         I smile, “Next year, I promise.”

         We stand up, and Soonshim trots over to her doghouse.

         “This is fascinating,” I grab Taehyung’s hand. “Such a cute house out in the country. You grew up a farmer’s boy.”

         “Yeah,” Taehyung messes with the hair at the back of his head. “It was a hard life. I’m glad I can work hard to try and help back here.”

         “Such a kind soul you have,”  I lean up and kiss his jaw. “I love that about you.”

         “Thank you,” he smiles. “Come on, let’s introduce you to my family.”

         We walk up to the front door, Taehyung giving a few good knocks on the door.

         “Gah, I’m so nervous,” I squeeze his hand.

         “Focus on breathing. I am right here,” Taehyung quickly captures my lips with his lips, pulling away as the front door swings open.

         “Taehyung,” the middle-aged Korean women smiles. She’s very pretty, and must be Taehyung’s mother.

         “Hi mother,” Taehyung smiles back.

         “Oh, and hello, Amber.”

         “Hello, Mrs. Kim,” I slightly bow. “It is very nice to meet you. I see where Tae got his beauty from.”

         “Ah, that’s sweet of you,” she motions us inside. “You look just like the pictures I’ve seen.”

         Taehyung pulls me inside the cozy house. “Just as beautiful, right?”

         “Please, Tae,” I shake my head. “You don’t have to say anything. I know I’m different. Maybe not even what you would ever expect.”

         “Yes, you are different,” Mrs. Kim shuts the front door. “And so is my Taehyung. Don’t worry, Amber. Love is love. I’m not breaking anything up.”

         “Oh,” I feel the air leave my lungs in shock.

         “See, jagi,” Taehyung slips his shoes off. “It’s oaky. My family is going to welcome you with open arms.”

         I slip my shoes off, pushing them over by Taehyung’s. “I know.”

         “How about we introduce you to the other four?” Mrs. Kim places a hand on my shoulder. “Just stick with Taehyung, I know he can protect you from the onslaught of questions.”

         I slightly smile. “Okay, I’m ready.”

         The three of us walk further into the house, ending up in an open living room-dining room-kitchen space. A girl and a middle-aged man are cooking away in the kitchen while a boy sits at the dining room table writing away. An old woman is in a chair in the living room.

         “The guests have arrived,” Mrs. Kim walks over to relieve the girl in the kitchen. “Say hello to them.”

         “Taehyung,” the girl, a young teenager, skips over to us. “Thanks for visiting and bringing your girlfriend,” she smiles. It is clear that she is Taehyung’s sister. “I’m Eonjin,” she bows.

         “I’m Amber,” I bow back.

         “Tae has talked a lot about you.”

         “Hi, I’m Jeonggyu,” the boy at the table glances up from his work for barely a second. “Nice to meet you.”

         “Yes, nice to meet you,” I bow to the boy.

         “You are very pretty,” Jeonggyu smiles down at his paper. He is cheeky just like his older brother. He looks to be older then Eonjin, and very similar to Taehyung in the face. I doubt he’ll look like Taehyung in a few years though.

         “It’s nice to have you here, son,” the man in the kitchen turns to look at Taehyung. “And you too, Amber. Welcome to the family.”

         “Thanks dad,” Taehyung lets go of my hand.

         My heart has skipped a beat at what Mr. Kim has said. “That means a lot,” I blurt out.”

         “You seem nervous,” Eonjin grabs my hands. “Do you need to sit down?”

         “Oh, I mean, no, I’m fine,” I stammer out.

         “She’s okay,” Taehyung puts his arm around my shoulders. “People just give her jitters for a little while when she first meets them.”

         Eonjin lets go of my hands. “You are just shy then. We can work with that.”

         “Very much,” I bite the inside of my bottom lip.

         “You’ll open up quickly with us,” Jeonggyu chuckles, sounding similar to Taehyung.

         “I hope,” I sigh.

         “Come, time to meet my grandma,” Taehyung pulls me over to the living room.

         “Hello Taehyung,” the old woman smiles.

         “Hi Grandma,” he pulls his arm away from me and goes over to hug the woman.

         “It’s been a while. How is life? Are you happy?”

         “I am,” he pulls away. “This girl is my girlfriend, and she makes life wonderful. Amber, I told you about my grandma.”

         “It is a pleasure to meet you, ma’am,” I bow.

         “Oh, dear, call me Grandma, please,” the old woman chuckles.

         “The two most important woman in my life are meeting,” Taehyung pulls me down on the couch. “We can talk about so much.”

         “Tell me about yourself, dear,” Grandma smiles. “I want to know all about the girl that makes Tae-Tae so happy, and how he fell in love with you.”

         “The real question is how she fell in love with me,” Taehyung pulls me into his side.

         “It’s hard not to fall in love with you,” I smile. “Well, Grandma, my name is Amber. Amber Rose to some people. I’m here on summer break, and Tae has made it the best time of my life.”

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         Hours pass, the group has lunch, and Amber crawls out of her shell as the day goes on. Her fears evaporating as she realizes how she is accepted by Taehyung’s family. Now, Amber is going through family albums with Eonjin and Jeonggyu. Grandma is telling stories every now and then. With his parents, Taehyung is stilling at the dining room table talking about his relationship.

         “So, when are you going to marry her?” Mr. Kim decides to bring it up.

         “Ah, dad,” Taehyung groans. “She’s not ready. I know she would normally first meet you when we were sure to be marrying soon, but her culture is different.”

         “You want to marry her, though, yes?” Mrs. Kim asks.

         Taehyung glances over at the girl he is deeply in love with. The smile on her face as she interacts with his siblings make his heart flutter in the best happiness he has ever felt. “More than anything.”

         “She’s very lovely. Fits right in with us. When do you want to marry her?”

         “Will you need our permission?” Mr. Kim leans forward a bit.

         “I don’t know,” Taehyung sighs. “I’d love to get married next year. Then she could live here without a crazy amount of problems. She wants to move here anyways.”

         “What about her parents?” Mrs. Kim brings up the important question.

         “I would get them to give permission and we could first marry at the embassy or whatever. Then have a wedding when we have time. I want to make her my wife.”

         “You are in love, and that’s the next step in the relationship process,” Mr. Kim nods. “Have you talked to her about it? That would help with her parents.”

         “I have, briefly. It makes her nervous. Way too nervous that I don’t want to bring it up, and I am waiting for her to want to talk about it. We are having a date tomorrow, so it might come up then.”

         “I wish you luck, Taehyung,” Mrs. Kim smiles. “I’m sure it will work out. She loves you.”

         “We are soulmates,” Taehyung grins, looking over at Amber. “It was fate that we met.”

         Amber, feeling Taehyung’s gaze on her, looks up and locks eyes with the boy. “Babe, everything okay?”

         Taehyung nods, “Yes, sorry. Just need to look at your beauty every now and then.”

         Amber’s cheeks redden slightly. “Of course you do. Wait, what time is it?”

         “Oh, crap,” Taehyung practically jumps out of his seat. “We need to get going. Sorry everyone. It’s been nice catching up, and you must have enjoyed my jagi, but we have to go. We’ll be back one day.”

         “Good,” Eonjin grins. “It was fun hanging with you, Amber.”

         “I’m glad,” Amber giggles. “I had a lot of fun today.”

         “Enough small talk,” Taehyung rushes over to Amber. “Jagi, time to say goodbye, we have a train to catch.”

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I have been waiting so long for this chapter. Meeting the family, though short, is so cute and important. Hope you enjoyed reading! :D

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Pls any of like the team finally giving tony love & help, maybe with stony? Tbh I’ll take whatever I can get my boy needs all the love

I love it when Tony gets appreciated and loved by the team

A.I.s and Lullabies by Echo

★ ★ ★ ★ ★

Words: 21,693

Pairing: Gen

Completed: Yes

Tony is suddenly a quiet, wary five year old boy. The rest of the team are less than completely sure about what to do about that.

It’s Not Cosmetic by withasideofangst

★ ★ ★ ★

Words: 32,997

Pairing: Gen (pre Steve Rogers/Tony Stark)

Complete: Yes

After Afghanistan and Iron Man, SHIELD gave Tony a choice. He could out himself as Iron Man, or claim it was a bodyguard, and hide his face from the world.

Agent Agent never said anything, but Tony had hacked SHIELD’s servers and knew they wanted him to go the bodyguard route. Yes to Iron Man and no to Tony Stark, and all that.

That, as well as keeping Pepper safe, made him go with the bodyguard cover, and flimsy as he thought it was, no one questioned it.

Of course, why would they? Tony Stark was no superhero.

—

Although, it’s less easy to keep a secret identity with a bunch of superheroes and spies living in your house.

The Song Without Words by Lelantus

★ ★ ★ ★

Words: 57,688

Pairing: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark

Completed: Yes

Everyone knew what happened when soulmates touched each other. Whether it was hands clasping together, fingers brushing across a jaw, or lips meeting in a kiss - it didn’t matter. Any skin-to-skin contact and chests started glowing with soft, white-blue light. Soul-light, it was called.

Tony woke up in a cave in Afghanistan with a hole in his chest and wires coming out of it and felt his blood run cold. He knew instinctively what it meant. He’d lost his ability to produce a soul-light. And so no matter how much he yearned for it in the secret, hidden corners of his heart, Tony would never find his soulmate.

Safe and (the) Sound by 27dragons and tisfan

★ ★ ★ ★

Words: 84,140

Pairing: James “Bucky” Barnes/Tony Stark, Steve Rogers/Natasha Romanov

Completed: Yes

Tony dropped out of college to get away from his abusive father. When his longtime boyfriend reveals similar tendencies, Tony refuses to endure another moment of it, running away with nothing more than the cash in his pockets. He makes it to Virginia, where he’s taken in by Bucky, a restaurant owner looking for an extra hand who’s willing to be paid cash under the table.

Bucky’s been struggling for years: to keep the beachside restaurant he inherited from his parents above water (both financially and literally); to live down the fact that he’s gay in a small southern town; to get over the man who’s owned his heart since he was fourteen. But he’s never had to struggle as hard as he is now, to keep his hands off Tony.

Childhood is the Kingdom Where Nobody Dies by MemoryDragon

★ ★ ★ ★

Words: 31,765

Pairing: Gen

Completed: Yes

Seven-year-old Tony Stark wakes up on a Hydra base, lost, afraid, and alone. He has to overcome his fears before it’s too late for the Avengers and Captain America.

hold the things you wanna say by SailorChibi

★ ★ ★ ★

Words: 6,316

Pairing: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark

Completed: Yes

Tony is still a consultant, and between SI, the team and SHIELD he’s overworked and exhausted. That’s okay.

He and Steve have been having sex for weeks but that’s all it is, just sex, and Tony wants more but he’ll never get it and that’s okay. Really.

What’s not okay is the fact that Howard Stark has somehow appeared in the future and is the same as always.

This is definitely going to fuck up his schedule.

Alexia by everythingispoetry

★ ★ ★ ★

Words: 6,751

Pairing: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark

Completed: Yes

Tony was ten when he lost the ability to read after an accident involving a brain injury. He’s managed to hide that information from almost everyone for decades and he intends to keep it that way, but then the other Avengers move in and Tony realizes that inviting them was a very bad decision.

Twice Upon a Time by TsaritsaElena

★ ★ ★

Words: 70,436

Pairing: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark

Completed: Yes

Tony Stark has never had an easy relationship with his father, but when Howard Stark circa 1983 time travels to the future in a freak accident, things get even more complicated, especially since Tony is dating his dad’s idol, Captain America, and Howard doesn’t know. As they work toward a solution that will restore Howard to his own timeline, will Tony get a second chance at a father-son relationship with his dad, or is he in for more of the same unforgiving treatment from Howard? Time travel, Avengers missions, and a secret project of Howard’s: things at Stark Tower are about to get a little crazy.

The Rain Can’t Drown You by apollothyme

★ ★ ★

Words: 10,664

Pairing: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark

Completed: Yes

Tony Stark isn’t the popular kid, in fact he’s quite the opposite. Luckily for him Steve appears just when he most needs him.

How Not To Be Nothing by theappleppielifestyle

★ ★ ★

Words: 18,604

Pairing: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark

Completed: Yes

Tony’s still Tony Stark: genius, billionaire, playboy, depressed alcoholic, semi-suicidal- wait, that’s not how it’s supposed to go.

Bruce is his college roommate and the guy who picks him up when he’s wasted, Peter is his sort-of-not-really nephew who hangs around too much and neither of them really mind.

Then there’s Steve, and he’s… he’s, uh. He’s Steve, and he’s sort of a welcome surprise. He comes with Natasha, the gorgeous yet fucking terrifying business major, Clint, the undecided, and Thor, the guy who no-one’s really sure about who cleans out everyone’s supplies of poptarts.

Somewhere along the way, they sort of become a family.

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*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ soft bias tag

thanks @fenyxbam now this is on my main

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 1. WHO IS YOUR BIAS?

since i’ve had some strong ass stray kids energy that i need to expel we’re going to go with jisung because wow do i love that boy

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 2. WHAT MADE YOU NOTICE THEM?

ohhhh um i’m not really sure i think it might’ve been how he raps and sings and like his high note in hellevator like wowie that was definitely something that caught my eye. but also his kindness towards the other members made me just kinda <333333333333

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 3. WHAT’S YOUR FAVORITE THING ABOUT THEM?

holy shit i could go on for such a long time about what i love about him, but i think my favorite thing has to be his kindness once again. he helps out the other members, and he’s always trying to cheer them up or make them more confident, which i find really admirable and sweet. i’m also saying this to mention his smile because i fuckin swear i could look at him for so long and be so happy like i’m not even joking he’s the most beautiful human being i’ve ever seen in my life

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 4. WHO WOULD INITIATE SKINSHIP MORE?

b i t c h. i’m the clingiest person i know, so probably me. like once i’m comfortable around you and if i know you like hugs i will latch onto you and not let go at any given moment. i know that he likes hugging so that’d be a plus but honestly i’d be the one to initiate it

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 5. WHO WOULD HOG BLANKETS MORE?

uhhh probably him because i’m really warm a lot so idk

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 6. WHO WOULD BE MORE CLINGY?

mememememe like i said im so fucking clingy like once i hugged my friend for such a long time when she needed to stop hugging for a second i immediately turned to my other friend to hug because it felt weird not to be hugging someone. so me

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 7. WHO WOULD SAY ‘I LOVE YOU’ FIRST?

probably me like after he does something stupid i’d say something like “wow why do i love you so much” and then be like wait

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 8. WHO WOULD BE MORE EASILY FLUSTERED?

oh my god me like the tiniest things make me want to cover my face and like leave the room like if the person i like does so much as smile i will start blushing so hard and jisung has a beautiful smile but he’s also hilarious and would probably be flirty and cute and i feel like i’d leave the room because im so flustered

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 9. WHAT CUDDLING POSITION WOULD YOU TWO HAVE?

just hugging, hugs while lying down are really comfy and pleasant, i don’t believe in spooning

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 10. WHICH COLORS REMIND YOU OF THEM AND WHY?

yellow yellow yellow yellow

he’s just so bright and yellow is such a happy color and it just fits him. he’s like a dandelion yellow where it’s bright but not too bright and it feels warm and you just want to wrap yourself up and be happy. yellow is also a really cute color and i think he’s really cute so

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 12. WHICH SEASON WOULD YOU LIKE TO SPEND WITH THEM?

falllllllllllll it’s my favorite season and don’t think i haven’t heard hoodie season (favorite 3racha song). i know he’d enjoy playing in the leaves and bundling up when it gets colder. i feel like sometimes when it’s especially cold we’d make tea and it’d be really pleasant i just love fall a lot 

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 13. WHO WOULD BAKE THE COOKIES AND WHO WOULD STEAL THE BATTER?

he’d make the cookies and i’d steal the batter tbh. i’m a notorious batter thief. it’s just so much better when it’s not in a cookie. but i think it’d be cute to see his slightly annoyed expression when i do it fdgfhgjh

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 14. WHICH ONE OF YOU WOULD MAKE BAD PUNS AND HOW WOULD THE OTHER REACT?

he’d make the pun and i’m probably tell him to get out depending on how good it is. if it’s good i’d probably laugh but if not i’d either get up and leave or i’d tell him to leave

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 15. WHO WOULD WANT TO ADOPT 50 DOGS AND CATS?

i mean probably both of us but mostly him. i love cats and dogs but i know practicality and we’d probably go to a shelter and every animal he sees he’d want to adopt but i’d say no with a lot of will power but we’d probably end up getting a puppy anyways because i love them

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 16. WHICH ONE OF YOU WOULD NEARLY BURN DOWN THE KITCHEN TRYING TO MICROWAVE A POP TART AND WHO WOULD COME TO THE RESCUE?

he would 100% burn the poptart and since i’m the dad friend i’m usually the one to save people’s asses so this wouldn’t be much different

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 17. WHO LIKES TO LEAN OVER TALL RAILINGS AND WHO PULLS THEM BACK?

he would lean over and i would pull him back because wow anxiety but after he’d laugh and apologize and be really sweet about it

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 18. WHAT WOULD WATCHING A HORROR FILM WITH THEM BE LIKE?

i mean i love horror movies and depending on what kind of horror movie i’d probably either calm or covering my eyes and clinging to him for dear life. he’d probably be laughing at me and i’d hit him or something but i’d be having fun anyways :))

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 19. WHO WOULD BE THE CHEESY FLIRT AND WHO WOULD BE THE SMOOTH FLIRT?

i’d be super cheesy and he’d be super smooth but cheesy sometimes. i’m imagining a scene where he’d be minding his own business and i’d come over and say something like “hey come here often” and he’d be super smooth and then i’d get really flustered and he’d laugh dsfdgfhgjh 

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 20. WHO IS MORE COMPETITIVE?

probably him but i don’t like competitive games or anything competitive because it stresses me out but it’d be really cute when i won and he was a poor sport. i can imagine winning something at a festival and noticing that he was pouting and then i’d give it to him and it’d be really cute b y e

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 21. WHO WOULD HAVE TO BE GIVEN CONSTANT REMINDERS? (REMEMBER TO EAT, DON’T FORGET YOUR KEYS, ETC)

him because i have a shit memory and he’d constantly have to remind me to do shit so i don’t go an entire day and only eat pretzels 

*♡ ｡･ﾟﾟ･ 22. WHO SENDS MEMES AND WHO SENDS CUTE ‘I MISS YOU’ TEXTS AT 3AM?

probably him because i feel really clingy a lot and i’d be so fucking happy if he sent one and i’d tell him that and he would start doing it more often and i just love him more and more uugh this is so sappy ewwwwwwwwwww <33

i’m gonna tag @ih8menow to see what she does but alsooo @moutonrose and @prince-hyunjin if y’all haven’t done it already lmao

[cloudshika]

3, 12, 22, 44, 59, 60, 85, 86, 96, 97, 113, 119, 148, and 150

3. Who are you looking forward to seeing?I mean in the next month or two there’s not a lot of people I’m looking forward to seeing. I’ll look forward to seeing family and possibly friends at Thanksgiving when I get to go back home for the week. I do get to possibly see my cousin in about 2-3 weeks when I take the train to Chicago.

12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now?Well...that’s hard. “King” by Lauren Aquilina, “Hardest Part of Love” from Children of Eden, “The Days” by Avicii, “Say Amen” by Panic! At the Disco, and it’s been stuck in my head so “We Like to Party” by the Vengaboys.

22. Where would you like to travel?I’d love to just travel as many places I can. Right now I’d love to go back to Alaska or maybe someday travel to Japan.

44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean?It would be my absolute nightmare to be surrounded by water. So for the sake of my nerves and for the fact that’d it’d be fucking amazing I am 100% saying a trip to outer space.

59. First thing you ate this morning?Breakfast of champions. AKA a strawberry poptart and a chai tea latte.

60. Ever won a competition? For what?I was first in the state of Illinois for their college aged Brass Soloists for MTNA’s competition. I made it to Regionals, but didn’t get past that. I’ve also won other competitions but that’s the only time I placed first. The only other time I was proud of my placement in a competition was when I got 10th as an individual GS skier at Regionals in high school.

85. Favourite character from Mean Girls?Uh, the girl who checks the weather with her boobs.

86. Favourite character from Finding Nemo?Just Finding Nemo...it’s Bubbles or Dory. If we’re doing Finding Dory too, then it’s Gerald or the SeptaOctopus.

96. Favourite actress?Julie Andrews is the Queen. I love her, and her amazing singing voice in Sound of Music and Mary Poppins. And the fact that she is THE Queen.

97. Favourite actor?Chris Pine. There’s not much I can say on actors or actresses I don’t purposely follow what they’re doing cause I think that’s kinda weird, but I find Chris Pine good looking/plus I like his voice and I like the movies he’s in.

113. What was your childhood nickname?My family called me Jules or Blondie when I was little and I don’t really let people call me either of those unless I like them as people. Which is why my bookstore coworkers get to call me Jules, but I get annoyed when customers repeat them and call me that. I got less obvious nicknames after ‘childhood’. Like Petunia. Or the fact that I call myself Cloud cause I like it and count it as a nickname.

119. Favourite book?”Watership Down” by Richard Adams! Either that or “Firebringer” by David Clement-Davies. They’re amazing books! They’re similar which is why I say both of them since I wouldn’t have known about Watership Down if I hadn’t seen the book review on the front of Firebringer’s cover.  (Those count as my favorite stand alone books if we’re talking series it’s hands down Percy Jackson)

148. What’s your favourite quote?It’s from Treasure Planet (fav movie), when Silver tells Jim: “Look at you glowing like a solar fire! You’re something special, Jim. You’re gonna rattle the stars you are!” Either that or his similar quote: “Now you listen to me, James Hawkins, you’ve got the makings of greatness in ya, but you gotta take the helm and chart your own course! Stick to it! No matter the squalls! And when the time comes you get a chance to really test the cut of your sails and show what you’re made of...well I hope I’m there, catching some of the light coming off of ya that day.”Besides those that movie is full of great lines, like everything that Captain Amelia says in the first ten minutes of her introduction.

150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page?There are two equidistant from me and I want to be annoying and put two answer to this: first one is a library textbook for my article: “Apart from Richard Strauss and Bruckner, few other composers wrote for Wagner tubas, and there was no consensus about notating their parts, but as their bells point to the right and their valves are played by the left hand, they are invariably played by horn players, and anyone who is accustomed to transposition will easily decipher the composer’s intentions.”  Aaand the sci-fi book: “Empaths were still employed to ‘mind’ those officials who might be targets for the fanatics who still occasionally emerged.” Thanks for all the questions these were fun and I answer with too many words but thanks anyway Anon!!!

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what is a food that you’d hate to be allergic to?: Omg SEAFOOD. Can’t live without it. If I was allergic to it I’d be that person who brings tons of antihistamines everywhere I go so I can power through when eating crabs and mussels and shrimp. I just can’t live a life of being forced to watch others eat seafood while I can’t lol.

what color was the last towel you used?: Light blue.

would you prefer to date someone taller, shorter, or the same height as you? Same height or a tad bit taller is fine; I’m not super particular when it comes to height.

when was the last time your nose bled? My nose has never bled before and I dread the day it happens for the first time, because I’m totally unprepared and blood freaks me out and I will highkey probably pass out for a bit hahaha.

how old are you turning this year?: I already turned 22 last April. Considering the circumstances, my birthday had surprisingly gone really well too.

what is your favorite thing to snack on while watching a movie?: French fries from Potato Corner. My go-to bucket size is Mega and I will typically request my order to be 1/2 barbecue and 1/2 cheese fries. I’ll feel super uneasy if I don’t have that exact order when watching a movie at the cinema.

swimming pool or hot tub?: So I had to look up hot tub because I wanted to know how it’s different from a jacuzzi, and holyyyyy crap I’ve learned something new - Jacuzzi is a brand of hot tubs, wtfreak my life has been a lie I thought it was a word!!! Hahaha in any case, I do prefer hot tubs more. I’ve always felt dirty hanging around in swimming pools.

can you swim well? I’m not able to perform any of the strokes like an Olympic athlete, but I can tread well and for a good amount of time.

what body part do you wash first in the shower?: Not really a part of the body per se but I’ve always washed my hair first.

who would you allow to read your thoughts for one day? No thanks, I find that too invasive. 

what kind of first impression do you think you make? Cold and a little aloof, which isn’t too far off from the truth especially if I’m not approached first. If someone does talk to me for the first time, it’ll depend on their body language whether I’ll choose to continue to be reserved, or if I’d want to be bubbly and vibrant around them.

name your last reason for using a camera? My dad honked his horn as he parked in the carport to let us know he was home, and my dog ran up the screen door and sat patiently to wait for him to come inside, his tail wagging the whole time.

where was the last place you fell asleep other than your bed? Sometimes I’ll line up our dining chairs together so it can turn to some sort of bed, and I’ve been falling asleep on that often lately.

what are you excited about? To drink the rest of this milk tea my dad bought me :) He went out to run some errands and I guess he’s been hearing me talk about how I miss having milk tea, so he went out of his way to go to a Chatime and get drinks for me and my sister.

seven days from now, will you be in a relationship? Yes.

are you a happy person? My emotions are always all over the place. I’m never consistently in a certain mood.

when was the last time you laughed really hard & why? I was bored and missing normal life last night so I went through my uploaded photos on Twitter so I can see what I used to do before everything went downhill...and by doing that, I realized that I’m quite good at tweeting HAHAHA most of my captions made me laugh and my content/photos weren’t all that bland or bad either. Idk, this is one instance where I can confidently say that I’m funny hahaha.

what are you wearing? A UP shirt and a pair of shorts.

what do you want? For my college to post the official list of graduating students for this school year so that I can finally partake in the tradition of changing my Facebook DP to my senior photo. I REALLY love how my portrait turned out and I can’t wait for my loved ones to see it.

did you enjoy your weekend? It was okay I guess. My mom was annoyingly cranky throughout Saturday for no reason, but it mellowed out by the next day and that’s good enough for me. Other than that, it was just as uneventful as the last three months have been.

do you regret anything you’ve done recently? Just little stuff that I get over quickly like, “oh I regret making this coffee at 11 PM because it’s now 3 AM and I’m jumpy as fuck.” But no big regrets recently.

is there anybody you wish you could see? For fucking sure. I don’t even have to tell y’all who it is.

have you ever kissed anyone with a name that starts with j or m? Nope. I almost went out with an M, though.

how many people of the opposite sex do you fully trust? 2 3/4 lol. I trust Andrew 110%...and I mooooostly trust my dad. Not with every single topic under the sun, but I still trust him a whole lot nonetheless.

do you think you’ll be married in 10 years? I hope I will be by then.

what makes you mad most about girls? Definitely wanna avoid generalizing in this question but the way some girls will fawn over men is super hypocritical and that bugs me to no end. Girls shaming other girls for a range of things is also annoying, whether it’s over wearing too much makeup, not wearing makeup, choosing to abort, physical appearances, their diet, etc. Some really need to mind their own fucking business.

have you ever been given roses? Yes.

do you even like getting flowers? I love receiving stems or bouquets but I’m not obsessed with them in that I wanna get them regularly. Giving me flowers for Valentine’s Day or on our anniversary is more than enough for me.

what’s your favorite flowers? Peonies.

could you go out in public looking like you do now? No. I’d change my shorts.

who’s the first person you texted today? I haven’t texted anyone today.

would you move to another state to be with the person you loved? That’s a toughie...it would depend on the opportunities I have wherever I live in the present, and whether there are better ones where my partner is. I’m young and still building up my career, so realistically I’d wanna look out for myself first instead of clumsily jumping in headfirst for love lol.

how’s the weather today? It’s strangely warm and humid and uncomfortable, which is annoyinggggg. News has said that the wet/rainy season already begun, so I don’t know why the sun is still hanging around and being, again, annoying.

what color are your eyes? Really dark brown, almost black.

do you like poptarts? In my country we only get the same five flavors but my favorite out of all of them is chocolate fudge. I really wish we had a wider selection though :(

where will you be 12 hours frm now? Getting ready for bed most likely.

is it easy for others to make you feel intimidated? No. I’m usually the one who involuntarily makes others feel intimidated, oops.

do you know what you are going to wear tomorrow? Not exactly but it’s definitely gonna be one of the several tops and shorts I’ve just been repeatedly wearing at home since March.

are you on a desktop or laptop? Laptop. I haven’t used a desktop in ages.

does anyone hate you for no reason? I’m sure one or two people do, but I genuinely can’t care less.

what are you planning to do today? Finish my milk tea, maybe take another survey or two, eat the salted egg chips that my dad bought, and, if it cools down later in the day, take a quick nap.

play an instrument? I can play the recorder. I also memorize several songs on the piano, but the key word there is memorize lmao. I just know which keys to press due to watching covers over and over; but I can’t read notes, I don’t know which letters match which keys, have no idea what major and minor is, and I basically know absolutely nothing about using a piano.

would you go back in time if you were given the chance? Just to get closure from certain people or events. If I can go back in time I’d spend more time with my late grandpa, for one.

where did you get the underwear you are wearing right now? I’ve already forgotten.

have you ever kissed someone whose name starts with an r? No. I’m an R though, heh.

have you ever passed out? Yeah numerous times. I’m a big fainter, which just sounds so uncool lmfao.

are you easily confused? Yes I feel lost quite easily. I’m often the butt of my friends’ jokes because of this, but I don’t mind hahaha.

do you think you would make a good wife/husband? I like to think that I would be, but I dunno. I’m still insanely young and I know I’ll be a completely different person with different priorities, mindset, attitude, etc., by the time I get married. It’s too early to tell.

what’s your favorite kind of ice cream? Cookies and cream. Queso real is also a really good flavor and it was my favorite for some time before my taste shifted to cookies and cream.

do you like coffee? Love coffee.

do you like summer? I like it when I get to go to the beach or when my family books trips out of town or the country, but I reeeeeally could do without the hot and sticky weather. It’s definitely not my favorite period of the year.

where were you at 8am this morning? I was asleep for half of it, then by 8:30 I was up and scrolling through Facebook.

do you fall for people easily? No. That is one thing I can’t do as a demisexual haha.

everything happens for a reason? This is usually my mindset, yes. It helps me process and accept circumstances better and much more quickly.

have you ever dated someone more than once? Yup, Gab and I have broken up before.

who have you texted in the last 24 hours? No one. Not really big on texting these days as I’ve been using Messenger to contact people throughout the quarantine.

what color nail polish is on your toes? My toes are never painted.

do you find members of the preferred sex confusing? People of any gender have the potential to be confusing. < This.

what are you listening to right now? Right now all I can hear is the work being done for the new house that’s being constructed in front of ours, so I’ll hear the occasional shoveling of stones and trucks coming in and out of the construction zone. The last music I listened to was the Presto from Summer of Vivaldi’s Four Seasons because Portrait of a Lady on Fire always makes me feel things.

how has the week been? It hasn’t been horrible, I’ll give it that. I’ve been revisiting my old fandoms out of boredom but it’s turned out to be a lot of fun; my mom brought home cupcakes at the start of the week; I had milk tea today; and we just had Kimi groomed this afternoon so his fur is all gone and now he looks like a giant rat.

is there something you wish you could tell someone but can’t? I wish I could have respectful debates with my Duterte- and/or Trump-supporting relatives, but I know that’s impossible.

what are your biggest turn offs? People who: can only hold shallow conversations, are disrespectful to those in the service industry; are casually homophobic, racist, sexist, transphobic, and/or fatphobic; take their religion way too seriously; and neglect their pets.

favorite shirt to wear? My CM Punk Best in the World shirt, without a doubt. I’ve been wearing it semi-regularly for nine years and have absolutely no intention of throwing it out.

favorite drink? Depends on my mood and the occasion. If I’m studying I’d wanna have coffee with me, if I’m casually dining at a restaurant I’d be happy with iced water, etc.

last person to say ‘i love you’ to you? Gab.

would you kiss the last person you kissed again? Yeah, but when that’s gonna happen again I still have no idea...

what’s your favorite color gummy bear? I always find myself reaching for the red ones.

what is the nicest part of the opposite sex’s body? I don’t consistently stare at a certain part of a guy’s body.

have you ever run into a dishwasher? No, those aren’t common here.

ever had a song sung about/for you? Nope.

is there a baby in the room with you right now? No, not technically. But I do consider my pets to be my babies. < Same. Kimi, now a giant rodent, is walking around the living room at the moment but he never strays too far from me.

where do you sing the most, in the car, the shower or other? CAAAAAAAAAR. This is a big reason why I miss driving, I haven’t been able to belt out in a while.

what is your favorite thing that is green? I don’t own a lot of green stuff since it’s my least favorite color...buuuuut I do have a printed flowy dress that I just love to wear, and it’s mostly olive green.

what did your last text message say? It’s an automated text from a vet clinic I went to last December telling me that I should bring Kimi back for a checkup. I appreciate the gesture but I’m not going back there after how condescending the vet was acting towards me.

what is the way to your heart? Acts of service has been my love language for the longest time.

what do you smell like? I smell nothing off of me now but I do know that I don’t smell unpleasant, because if I did I would’ve noticed it immediately and would feel more conscious.

what’s in your pocket? I don’t have any.

anything in your mouth? Not right now but I’ve been sipping milk tea with pearls all afternoon.

ever hurt yourself playing wii? Only after my first day of playing Wii Sports. It was like a workout for my tiny 10 year old body and I woke up all sore the next morning.

do you have freckles? No, not a common feature here.

what’s the last movie you saw in the theater? Knives Out.

ever jumped/fallen/been pushed in a pool with your clothes on? Noooooooooo. I feel like that’s super uncomfortable; I’ve always entered pools with a swimsuit or bikini. My glare is usually enough for people to understand that I wouldn’t appreciate being thrown into a pool while I still had clothes on.

are you wearing any clothes that you wore yesterday? Technically. I took a shower in the evening and changed into the clothes I’m wearing now, but that was in the evening so it’s not like I wore them all day yesterday.

name a song that you know all the words to: Every single Paramore song. Guaranteed.

what’s the last thing you watched on tv? If we’re really going with a physical TV, the last thing I watched was Descendants of the Sun when I used the Netflix app on our TV. The last series I watched in general was Friends.

what can you hear right now? Two fans whirring in the living room.

did you feel better or worse or the same yesterday? I’m slightly better today. I’m glad Kimi has finally been groomed since his fur had knotted up in the last couple of weeks. Plus I also have milk tea today, and that’s always a winner :)))

are you close to your siblings? With my sister, but we treat each other like buddies and are more of the tough-love type. We banter more than anything and we don’t hold heart to heart talks.

do you bite your nails? No we have a nail cutter at home that I use. If I’m going through a period of heightened anxiety I will bite my nails though.

do you like your feet? Uh, I guess. I’m not complaining about them? but I’m also not attracted to feet. Mine are just there and I’m fine with them.

do you sleep well at night? For the most part.