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iliveiloveiwrite · 4 years ago

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Fingers and Toes // H.P.

Request: heyy!! i’m not sure if you still take requests but i was wondering if you could write a harry fic as a dad? like make it all fluffy and stuff like that? thanku!! - anon

Summary: Glimpses into Harry’s life as a father.

A/N: I adore this request! Thank you so much for sending it, I hope you like!! Also I made some changes to canon, so in this there are only two children, not three.

Warnings: mentions of pregnancy, mentions of injury and nightmares. This is nothing but wholesome fluff.

Word count: 1.6k

On the eve that Harry became a father, he couldn’t quite believe the size of his son’s fingers and toes.

Ten tiny fingers.

Ten tiny toes.

As a whole hand of tiny fingers wrapped around one of Harry’s, Harry made a silent vow.

This vow he made as he glanced between his newborn son and you, sleeping peacefully after an intense delivery. This vow he made to remind himself of the importance of family.

The ten fingers and ten toes of his newborn son would never once experience the level of pain he had. His son would never go through the emotional torment of never knowing his parents; his son would never experience true loneliness.

Harry made the vow in utter silence, sealing it with a kiss to his son’s head. As if in response to the promise made, his son squeezes his father’s finger, gripping it with all the strength in one of his tiny hands.

Ten fingers, ten toes. All perfect, and all there.

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It’s a huff and a cry that follows that has Harry rushing from the kitchen into the back garden. Harry’s heart stops at the sight of his son sprawled on the floor; fat tears running down his face more from shock than pain.

He brushes his son down, checking for any major injuries as he does so. His heart returns to a normal rhythm once he realises that James is entirely uninjured, suffering shock more than anything.

“How many fingers, James?” Harry asks; reaching out brush the tears away from James’ face.

“Ten.”

“How many toes?”

“Ten.”

Harry kisses his son’s hair, “Ten fingers, ten toes. We’re ready to go. Do you feel better?”

James nods; wiping away the last of his tears and smiling shakily up at his father. Harry smiles back at his son; lifting him under the arms and settling him on his hip. “I think we’ve had enough of the outside for now,” Harry comments softly, “Will you help me make lunch, James?”

James nods once more, tucking his small head into the crook of Harry’s neck. Harry chuckles softly, heading back inside where he settles his son on a stool at the kitchen counter.

“What will it be, James? A sandwich or some soup?”

“Soup!” His son shouts, a smile on his face as Harry grabs the tins from the cupboard and sets the pan on the stove.

You enter the kitchen, pressing a lingering kiss to Harry’s cheek before dropping a kiss to James’ head. “What’s happening here?”

“Lunch Mama!”

You laugh, “I can see that. What are we having?”

“Soup,” Harry states.

Harry watches you with a warm smile. You pick up your son, settling on his stool before sitting James on your lap. Harry thinks back to his teenage years; to the years that he didn’t know whether he would make it through the school year never mind make it to having a family.

The rich laughter of his son brings Harry back from his memories; fetches harry back from the precipice in which he found himself teetering. He lets himself have his small panic; Harry lets himself fall prey to the anxiety that has unfurled in his gut. But he only lets it keep hold of him for the amount of time it takes him to count the fingers and toes on his son.

Ten fingers, ten toes. Harry’s mind calms and his smile returns to his face.

Ten fingers, ten toes. All will be well.

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Harry lurches upright. A hand to his throat as he drags in air; his mind rattled and his body shaking. It had felt so real. It had been real; he had experienced his nightmare before as a teenager, but now, knowing he had much more to lose, it felt even more terrifying.

He glances over to your sleeping body; a hand outstretched towards him even in sleep. His eyes run over you; watching your sleeping form rise and fall as breath leaves your body. Harry’s mind settles slightly as he sees you’re alive and with him. The silver wedding band on your left hand signally a happy future from the nightmare he had found himself in.

Harry presses a kiss to your forehead, brushing your hair back from your face before leaving you in bed. He shives against the cold air of the night; the landing freezing as Harry sits at the top of the stairs, hanging his head in his hands.

He knows logically that there is no threat now; he vanquished it years ago and there had been no signs of another uprising since. Yet, Harry spends most nights having to repress the urge to stand guard by the front door, wand at the ready for whomever should come crashing through posing a threat to his wife and his son.

James stands by his door; his teddy hanging from his hand as Harry tries to settle his breathing and heartbeat.

“Daddy?” He asks, voice quiet yet ringing through the silent house.

“James,” Harry says, a hand reaching for his son.

James goes into his arms willingly, yawning tiredly as he settles his head against his father’s shoulder. James doesn’t say a lot, even this young he knows that his father struggles to sleep on some nights. He had found him asleep on the couch downstairs more often than not, a blanket thrown haphazardly over his body as James hears his mother soft humming from the kitchen.

“How many fingers?” James asks, stumbling over the harder sounds in the words.

Harry swivels to face his son; the question being the last thing he expected.

“Ten, James.”

“How many toes?” James follows, kicking his feet in the air for emphasis.

The weight on Harry’s chest feels lighter as he answers his son, “Ten, James.”

Ten fingers, ten toes. James reminds Harry – ten fingers, ten toes, and we’re ready to go. As long as we have all ten fingers and all ten toes, we can do just about anything, even if it is defeating the terrors that haunt us at night.

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The very same vow is made when Lily Luna Potter arrives in the world on a sunny March morning. Harry felt sure that he had the same awe-filled expression on his face from when he first held James.

The pregnancy had not come as a shock to either you or Harry. The both of you had been trying for a second child for close to a year before being blessed with a positive test.

The nerves do not rack Harry as much as they did before James arrived. However, they still turn his stomach as he watches you go through the same experiences of morning sickness followed by odd cravings. For James, it had been chocolate with cheese and onion crisps. For Lily, it had been crackers slathered with butter followed by plain digestive biscuits.

Harry crinkled his nose at all cravings, but kept his mouth shut for fear of upsetting you. He would reassure your worries as you would reassure his. The both of you looking to James as an example that so far, neither of you had failed at parenting. The small boy turning into young child that knew his manners and was devoted to his mother.

It is James who whispers the vow. He stands over the cot of his baby sister, eyes wide in awe at the small bundle of blankets. He turns to his father; catching his attention from whatever conversation he was having with you.

“Ten fingers and ten toes,” James whispers, pointing to Lily’s hands and feet.

“Ten fingers and ten toes,” Harry states, the vow unleashed to the world and sealed with the very same kiss he had placed upon James’ head all those years ago.

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The Hogwarts’ Express hoots behind them. James looks toward the train before fixing his tear-filled gaze on his father. Harry is barely keeping it together himself; the first of his three children to be going away to school. He knew he would be emotional; he just didn’t prepare himself for the pit of dread eating its way through his stomach lining.

Harry reaches out to ruffle his son’s hair. His first born; his eldest – the one who made him a father, who had moulded him into the man he is today.

“Write to your mother and I when you get settled?”

James nods. “As soon as I get to my room,” He replies, voice quiet.

“Do not be scared of whatever house you are sorted in. Your mother and I love you either way.”

A weight is lifted off of James’ shoulder; he had been silently obsessing over that since the letter first arrived. His father, the great Harry Potter, was known for his strong allegiance to the house of Godric. James couldn’t help but panic if he was to be sorted into any other house; he didn’t want to think of his father’s reaction should he be sorted into Slytherin.

Harry pulls James into a hug; unable to let his son go without one more. As they part, Harry pats James on the shoulder, nodding towards the open carriage door, silently letting him know that it’s okay now. It’s okay to let go and board the train.

James does so with a wobbling lip; trying his best not to cry in front of those who could be his housemates for the formative years of his life.

“Fingers and toes,” Harry shouts, not caring about the odd looks from the other parents. These were his final verbal words to his son until Christmas. He would make sure they were those that he vowed over his cradle when he was only a few hours old.

James sticks his head out of the carriage window. “Fingers and toes!” He cries, throwing the promise back to Harry.

He would return in one piece.

All ten fingers and all ten toes.

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quokkacore · 4 years ago

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do you believe in magic? [kim yugyeom]

summary: Inspired by the HP quote, “Me dad’s a muggle. Mam’s a witch. Bit of a nasty shock for him when he found out.”

pairing: kim yugyeom x fem witch!reader

genre: fluff, witch!au

warnings: mild language, yugyeom faints? idk

song rec: lizzo - deep

word count: 2.1k

a/n: this was originally posted to my old writing blog on september 15th, 2018. happy reading! <3

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Kim Yugyeom was lucky he was cute.

It wasn’t that he was stupid. Not at all — Yugyeom could be very smart when he wanted to. No, your Gyeommie was just… oblivious.

Oblivious to the fact that his girlfriend, which was to say, you, was a witch.

You’d been dating Yugyeom for almost a year now, and needless to say, things were getting pretty serious.

For most people, the way romance worked, had maybe four steps. One, you meet, two, you fall in love, three, you start dating, and if things are that serious, then… four, you get married.

For witches, specifically the witches that decided to date non-witches (muggles, no-majs, mortals, humans, or whatever you call them), there were always five steps: to tell the person they were dating that, hey, they were a witch. Some opted to wedge the extra step in between three and four, but you had heard of a few that had left it as a fifth step.

Which never really ended well, or so you’d heard. So that was why, as your first anniversary approached, you’d decided to start dropping more hints about your abilities to your boyfriend, who really, really sucked at picking them up.

Your black cat, for one. You’d gotten Jules before you started dating, but you’d realized something the first time Yugyeom had met your cat.

“Why a black cat?” He’d asked, before jokingly adding, “They’re bad luck, you know. And they’re friends with witches.”

There were several things you wanted to answer with. That black cats weren’t bad luck, and, yes, they were friends with witches. Why did he think you had one? But instead, you’d answered with the most stupid words you’d ever heard yourself say.

“In this house, we don’t approve of cat racism.”

And he’d lost it.

Since then, things had gotten more serious. You’d met his parents. He’d met yours (in what was the most nerve wracking night of your life, but that was a story for another time). He’d even asked if you wanted to move in, which was what made you realize just how serious that things were starting to get. A few nights later, before falling asleep, you asked him a question.

“Gyeom?” You murmured, and you felt a soft rumble from his chest as he let out a quiet, “Hmm?”

“Do you believe in magic?”

He craned his head to look at you in the dim light. His eyebrows were furrowed, and his lips were pouting slightly as he contemplated the question. “Why do you ask?” He asked back a few moments later.

You could feel your heart in your throat as you contemplated telling him in that very moment. You opened your mouth to speak, ready to tell him.

“No reason,” You answered instead, “I just… I just think sometimes that whatever force brought us together had to have been, uhh, magical, for you and I to be so perfect for each other.”

As his eyebrows remained furrowed, his lips grew into a small smile.

“You are so cheesy sometimes,” He replied, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “I love you.”

“I love you too, Gyeommie.” You couldn’t help but feel disappointed in yourself, mentally slapping yourself for being such a wimp.

Still, he smiled slightly wider and his grip tightened a little on your waist, calming your nerves. And you fell asleep like that, wishing you could tell the truth about who you really were.

There was also the slight fear of him thinking you were a freak or being angry once you told him. You’d even asked yourself if he’d attack you, as you’d heard it happen before, but immediately discarded the thought.

This was Kim freaking Yugyeom, the boy who’d taken you for a walk in the park during summertime and refused to kill a mosquito that had landed on his arm because, “The little dude’s just living his life. You wouldn’t like it if you were eating a grilled cheese and someone just decided to merk you.”

…Yeah, you were safe.

So you continued dropping hints. Each and every one went completely ignored, as if he were leaving you on read in person. First, you decided to reorganize your tarot cards in front of him when he was visiting your apartment.

“Cool!” He answered, “I didn’t know you played poker. Maybe you can teach me.”

He took another bite of the sandwich he’d made himself, before wiggling his eyebrows. “I’ve always wanted to play strip poker, you know.”

His tone was playful, and you laughed. But at the same time… Does he really not know the difference between tarot cards and playing cards?

“They’re not poker cards, babe,” You explained as he finished his sandwich, “They’re tarot cards.”

He tilted his head, his silver earrings dangling.

“I’ve never heard of that game, how do you play?”

“Gyeom, it’s not a game—”

You were interrupted by the sound of Yugyeom’s phone. He fished it out of his pocket, before mumbling, “Just a sec, jagi.”

He answered the phone. “Bam, what’s up? Dude, calm down. What? Now? I can’t, I have to… Fuck, Bam, fine, I’ll be there in ten minutes. You owe me, big time.”

He hung up, sighing as he carded a hand through his hair. You furrowed your eyebrows. “What’s up with Bambam?” You asked, watching him pick up his jacket from the couch.

“His cat’s going into labor,” He groaned, “He’s freaking out. He wants me to help him.”

Pulling on his denim jacket, he walked towards you to press a kiss to your cheek. “Teach me your game another time, babe. I gotta go, I’m sorry.”

He started toward your apartment door, opening it hastily. “Wait, Yugyeom—”

But he was already gone, leaving you dumbfounded.

And that was only the first attempt.

You tried making some tea because, hey, infusions are witchy. He told you that you didn’t need to diet because you were beautiful just the way you are. Which was sweet, but, also mildly frustrating.

You’d left your book of shadows out where he could see it, on a page full of runes and sigils. He’d told you that you were a great abstract artist. You’d even started watching movies with witches in them while he was around, like Hocus Pocus or Practical Magic, even though you had a strong distaste for how misrepresented you felt.

Finally, for your anniversary, after going out for a nice dinner, you gave him a DVD set of the first season of Game of Thrones, because you knew he’d been wanting to start watching it.

“It has magic in it,” You said in a sing-song tone when he unwrapped it, back at his apartment. He turned his head to look at you, his dark eyes glittering. “I get it now, Y/N,” He answered, and your eyes went wide.

“Y-you do?”

He nodded, smiling at you, and you felt your heart swell. “I looked up what tarot was,” He began, “It’s a form of… divination, right?”

You nodded proudly, grinning. Finally!

“That, and then the tea leaves, the drawings in your journal, then the movies, and this? Babe…”

You were so happy, you could scream.

“…You really didn’t have to go that far with the whole ‘what we have is magical’ bit, jagi, but, damn, this is so sweet. I love you.”

Your smile faded. “What?” You asked, blinking.

“What?” He asked back, his tone different from yours. You sounded confused, he sounded even more confused. “Y-you think this is a play on my words, Yugyeom?”

He blinked, scratching at the back of his neck and looking awkward as hell. “Is that… not what this is?”

You stood up, shaking your head. “I… need some water.”

You walked over to the kitchen, but he followed you as you did. “What?” He asked innocently from behind you, “What did I do?”

Not looking back, even though the whiny tone he took was adorable, you opened his refrigerator to grab a bottle of water. Opening it, you shook your head, “Nothing, Gyeom. Forget about it.”

You took a swig of your water, turning back to face him. He looked frustrated. “No,” he answered, stepping closer to you, “I won’t.”

“Really, Gyeommie, it’s not a big deal…”

“Of course it’s a big deal,” He replied, eyebrows furrowing as he gently took the water bottle from your hands, and set it on the counter in a haste, “I want you to be happy, and that can’t happen if you’re not letting me know what’s bothering you.”

“Yugyeom, I… You’ll think I’m crazy.”

“I’d still love you,” He murmured, pressing his forehead against yours, and you felt your eyes flutter shut, “No matter what you do, Y/N, I’m gonna love you.”

One of his big hands grasped yours, and you smiled as he pecked you on the lips. The other hand went to the counter, sandwiching you between it and him.

“Tell me, baby,” He murmured, as you opened your eyes, looking up at him.

You took a deep breath, bracing yourself to tell him, and you felt his free hand, the one against the counter, move. You opened your mouth, but nothing came out.

He smiled warmly, still moving his free hand to be more comfortable. “Come on, Y/N, I’m sure it’s not that bad— waitnoholycrap!”

As he’d been moving his hand along the counter, he’d accidentally managed to tip over your water bottle, which was still uncapped. Both his head and yours moved to watch it fall over, things seeming to move in slow motion.

Your eyes widened as Yugyeom broke away from you and moved to grab it, and you held out a hand instinctively, closing your eyes as you braced yourself to get splashed by cold water.

You opened one eye when it never came.

You were met with Yugyeom looking at you, eyes wide as the moon. He looked pale as hell, mouth agape. You opened both eyes, and stared at him for a moment, before realizing what had freaked him out so much, as you turned to look down at the bottle of water, which was, surprise, surprise, levitating. No water had spilled from it, thankfully.

“What the— H-how—”

You flicked your wrist upwards, watching as the bottle of water floated upwards, before settling itself back on the counter. You glanced back at your boyfriend, whose eyes had somehow managed to get even bigger. “D-did you… How did you even…?”

“Gyeom,” You mumbled, staring up at him, “Do you believe in magic?”

He blinked, pointing at the bottle, and then you, and then back at the bottle. “You— But— Wait, that’s what this was all about?”

You nodded sympathetically. “I’m sorry, I wanted to tell you sooner, but I…”

Your words were lost on Yugyeom, who was already in his own world. “You just… and you… water bottle…”

His words faded off to somewhere, and a few seconds later, he did too. His eyes rolled up into his head, and he started falling forward, and you caught him before he could hit his head on anything. You never imagined this would happen.

“Yugyeom?” You asked, tone worried but also slightly amused. “B-Babe?”

A half hour and one more levitation spell later, Yugyeom came to in his bed, with you sitting next to him as you applied a cold cloth to his forehead. His eyes cracked open, and he rasped out, “Y/N?”

“Hey,” You murmured, “How are you doing?”

“D-did you really—"

“Make the water bottle float? Yeah. Yeah, I did. This entire time, Gyeommie, I’ve been wanting to tell you the truth. A-and now you know, I’m a witch.”

Yugyeom took a deep breath, eyes looking up at his ceiling. “Goddamn,” He mumbled, “I high key thought I was going crazy for a moment.”

You chuckled, shaking your head lightly. “You’re not, Gyeom. I swear.”

He didn’t respond, and your heart went into overdrive. And when your heart went into overdrive, you tended to word vomit. “I mean, I understand if you wouldn’t want to date me because of it, I know it’s weird and if you want to break up I’m not gonna stop you even though I love you andyou’rereallyspecialtomeactuallywaitnopleasedon’tbreakupwithmeGyeom—!”

“Woah, woah. Calm down, Y/N…” He grabbed your hand, and squeezed. You instinctively squeezed back. “Why would I break up with you over the fact that you’re, like, Hermione Granger?”

You laughed, shaking your head. “I don’t know… I’ve heard about it happening before…”

He shook his head, removing the cloth from his forehead and slowly sitting up. “Nothing could keep me away from you, jagiya. Not even magic, which, now, at least, I do believe in. Does that answer your question?”

He leaned in to kiss you again, and you felt how the both of you were smiling.

When you broke away, his nose and forehead were resting against yours, and you opened your eyes to be met with his.

“Does this mean that we can go on a date on your flying broomstick? You know, Kiki’s Delivery Service style?”

“Gyeom, those don’t exist.”

“Wait, what? You mean my entire life has been a lie?”

Yeah. This was gonna be good.

#got7 scenarios #got7 x reader #kim yugyeom scenarios #kim yugyeom x reader #got7 fluff #kim yugyeom fluff #yugyeom fluff #kpop fluff #kpop x reader #kpop scenarios #my writing

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purplesurveys · 4 years ago

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survey by xflirtykaosx

Alphabetti Spaghetti (2/3)

F o r e v e r - y o u r s - F

Do you fancy any celebrities? If so, who? KIM TAEHYUUUUUUNGGGGGGGGG

Do you watch any FBI shows? Which ones? No.

Have you ever been to a festival? Which one? I don’t think so.

Do you have a fireplace in your house? Hell no. Just the idea of having a fireplace considering where I live and the general climate we have all year makes me nauseous haha.

Do you have a hot flask? I’m not so sure what you mean but if you’re referring to tumblers like Hydro Flask that keep drinks hot/cold for a really long time then yeah, I have one.

What decade were you four in? 2000s.

Do you like the TV show Friends? I love it. I haven’t watched an episode in a while, but it’s always a go-to for me whenever I feel really really really down.

Do you like the feeling of cat fur? Sure, it’s pleasant. Same with dog fur.

Go girl, go; G

Do you have a back garden? Not really a garden but we do have a sort of backyard; basically some space behind the house.

Do you have a gentle touch? Idk...depends on what I’m holding or touching, I guess? Like I would obviously hold an infant as gently and gingerly as possible, but I wouldn’t pay as much attention if I’m holding something ordinary like my phone.

Do you like girly programmes like Gossip Girl? LOL at girly. Who says Gossip Girl and literally any other show out there has to be for a certain audience?

Do you ever use gloves? Only when I order from Frankie’s since they provide gloves with their meals.

Do you prefer gold or silver? Silver.

Are you a greedy person? What makes you greedy? A little bit, when it comes to food hahaha. I don’t like sharing and I get angry if someone eats a portion I already called dibs on.

Have you ever seen a gypsy? No.

Hold on honey, I'm here. - H

Do you have any bad habits? What? I pick at my nails - either set - when I get tense. I also tend to get a liiiiitle bit reckless with my money, if I do choose to spend. I’m pretty self-disciplined for the most part, but I let that go as soon as I give myself the green light lol. Exhibit A would be me spending a total of nearly P7,000 just this week alone on BTS merch...

Do you know anyone called Helen? I don’t think so. My dad has a cousin named Helena, though.

Have you ever watched a documentary about Hitler? Not directly related to him, but I remember watching Night Will Fall in high school.

Do you put hm in a lot of your survey answers? Not a lot. Occasionally, though.

When was the last time you went to hospital? What was it for? May last year. Blood and urine tests.

Do you like HP (Harry Potter)? Who's your favourite character? I didn’t grow up with it, but it’s not as if I’m a passionate anti. It’s just not my cup of tea, even after trying to read the books.

Do you spell it honey or hunny? I never spell it as hunny unless I’m saying it sarcastically or playfully with friends.

Are you afraid of this Swine Flu Hype? That’s gone now, right? We’re dealing with something else entirely.

In the end we all die broken. - I

Have you ever been to Ibiza? Nopes.

Do you take ice in your soda/fizzy drinks? I don’t really have a preference as I don’t regularly consume fizzy drinks anyway, as long as it’s not lukewarm.

Who do you think is a complete idiot? Anyone supporting the government at this point is a good runner-up.

Do you often wonder what if? Sometimes. But I also find it a waste of time, so I don’t dwell on them.

Have you ever seen an Igloo? I haven’t.

Do you get ill often? No, almost never.

Do you ever imagine you were not human? What did you imagine you were? No, this has never come to mind.

Do you like sexual innuendos? If it’s not too trashy, sure.

What is your IQ? Idk, I’ve never had it checked.

Do people often call you irrational? I’ve never been called this before, at least not to my face.

Do you think the name Isis is pretty? ...Welp, not anymore.

Do you get itchy eyeballs? That never happens. Is that even possible?

Do you know what ix stands for in roman numerals? 9.

Just breathe baby, breathe. - J

Have you ever been in jail? I have a very vague memory of visiting a prison with my parents before, but I no longer remember why I was there.

Do you like JD (Jack Daniels)? Nahhhhhh. Had a tiny sip of it once, found it absolutely nasty.

Do you get jealous easily? Not anymore.

Do you tell a lot of jokes? Yeah. I like making people laugh, so I drop jokes whenever I can whether I’m in a formal or informal setting.

Do you finish school/college in June? When I was in college, my school year ended every May. Before that, the academic calendar ended every March.

Kiss me, kill me, thrill me. - K

Do you know a girl called Karla? Yeah, one of the managers at work is a Karla but I don’t work with her. I also went to grade/high school with a girl named Karla; she was my friend for a while as well, but we grew apart over the years.

Did you watch Kenan and Kel? Nope.

Do you prefer kisses or hugs? Depends on the person, I guess. But in the context of being in a relationship, I do love being kissed.

Do you like Korn? I don’t listen to them.

Do you like watching films with Kung Fu in them? Not in particular.

Lessons learnt the hard way are the best I've ever had. - L

Do you like Lady Gaga? She’s okay. I’m not super crazy about her but I tend to like all the stuff she puts out.

When was the last time you had lemonade? Wow, it’s definitely been a while. Maybe a year or so ago? I don’t get to have it a lot; usually only when it’s offered at hotels or resorts when I go on vacation.

Do you ever lie to save your own skin? Sometimes, but I never let the lie be too big just in case it bites me back in the ass one day.

Do you think llamas are cute? Sure.

Do you use Lol a lot? Yes.

Do you think you are lucky or unlucky? Neither.

Melody in my heartstrings. - M

Do you like Mac and Cheese? Loooooove mac and cheese, especially truffle mac and cheese.

Do you ever eat at McDonald’s? What's your usual? Not very often tbh, but I do like McDonald’s. I don’t eat it frequently enough to have a usual order; I get whatever I feel like having at a given moment. And since we’re here, I’m gonna be plugging the BTS Meal, in stores 5/26! HAHAHA

Do you like Medieval games like 7elda? You mean The Legend of Zelda? I do love that franchise, but I don’t like the medieval genre as a whole; I just happened to grow up with the Zelda series and Nintendo as a whole, so I’ve taken a liking to it.

What's on your mind right now? That it’s Monday again tomorrow. I feel like I’m starting to get burnout :/ I’ve definitely noticed I haven’t been being 100% at work lately...but it could also be because the weather is crappy hot again, which makes it a lot harder to work and keep focused.

Is money in your opinion, the root of all evil? It’s part of it.

Do you like Mr and Mrs the show? I’m not familiar with it.

Do you read murder mystery books? Which ones? No.

Do you find Mystical stuff fascinating? Not really.

Nobody loves me, what a change. - N

Do you know the name of your local shopkeeper? We don’t have those here.

Have you ever been called nerdy? I’m sure I’ve been.

Are you you truly a nice person? I hope that’s what people see and think.

Do you overuse nouns in your sentences? I like using adjectives, for one; but I don’t exactly know how you can overuse nouns hahaha.

Do you know anyone personally who is a nurse? Yes, I have several relatives who are in nursing.

Only you - it always has been. - O

Do you obey authority or deliberately disobey it? Obey for the most part.

Is there anything in your room that is an Octagon? What is it? I don’t think so.

What odor can you smell in the room you're in now? The neutral scent my aircon is blowing out.

Do you get offended easily? I think sensitive would be a more fitting word.

Have you ever been to Ohio? No.

Do you ever say Oi? Sure, but not frequently.

Do you spell it OK or okay? I use both; I don’t have a preference. What I avoid is ‘K,’ though.

Are you older than the number day you were born on? Yes.

Have you ever watched the film the Omen? I haven’t.

Name one thing you always have taken for granted? The basic things, I guess, like breathing.

Have you ever had an operation? On what? Never.

Do you like things in a set order or doesn't it matter? As much as possible I do want things to be organized, yeah. I get restless if I see a very messy spreadsheet or Powerpoint, for instance.

Do you have a habit of overreacting? I was a lot more...theatrical in my reactions before haha. Not so much these days; I’ve toned down a lot.

Do you think Owls are nice? Sure.

Do you know what an Oxymoron is? Yup.

Have you ever tried Oyster? Yessssssss I love them and now you’re making me crave them :(

#survey #surveys

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keelywolfe · 5 years ago

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FIC: Lest You Be Judged (SpicyHoneyMustard, lemon)

Summary: Edge and Red are Chosen, their vows are sworn not only to Rus, but to the Judge, and the Judge is inclined to stake their claim.

Tags: SpicyHoneyMustard, Fontcest, Fellcest, Sibling Incest, Threesome, Established Relationship, Possessive Behavior, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, LEMONY GOODNESS!!

Notes: In this chapter we have violence (not towards each other), character death, (not any of our boys!!), and some rough, dominating sex. You want some of that? Come on in!

Sequel to:

Showtime

Secret Garden

A Judicious Amount of Effort

Musically Inclined

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He felt it only seconds before it struck. The ripple of virulent Intent suddenly gushing around them and there was no time for thought, only reaction that had been trained in Edge from the moment he learned to summon an attack.

“DOWN!" Edge shouted and pushed Rus down to the floor, flattening him to the ground as he covered Rus with his own body and a shield of energy. Even through the shielding he could feel the sear of an attack landing above them, right where Rus had been innocently standing only moments ago.

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Five Minutes Earlier

It was a Tuesday and today was a rare occasion when Rus was allowed to go to the Embassy cafeteria for a meal. Such a normal task that any other Monster wouldn’t give a second thought about required heightened security and careful planning when it came to the Judge. Gone were the days where Rus could stroll casually around the building and the city, and few would guess how much their Judge missed those small freedoms. Something as simple as ordering a cup of coffee without having to allow Red or Edge sip from it first or going to the midnight showing of a new blockbuster movie was as lost to him as everything else from his past life.

Rus understood the limitations he existed under and didn’t ask for such things often, but when he did, Edge was weak to that soft, yearning request. A moment of normalcy, that was what Rus craved, even if it was only the illusion of one.

Embassy workers were given notice days in advance, the kitchens were limited to only the most trusted and properly screen cooks. Most of the people eating in the cafeteria in that hour span were in the Royal Guard and if Rus noticed, he sustained a remarkably naïve expression about it, smiling and nodding at any greetings, all of which were kept to the barest minimum as the diners were warned against any overt expressions of worship or prayers.

Rus took a tray from the stack like any other Monster, his plain daily robes sweeping the floor as he contemplated over the day’s choices.

“mac and cheese or mashed potatoes?” Rus mused. Neither Red nor Edge took a tray, as Red preferred to steal from Rus’s plates and Edge refused to eat the greasy monstrosities at the cafeteria before he was ever Chosen.

“get both,” Red shrugged, “ain’t like you can’t afford the tab.”

“Neither and get a salad,” Edge retorted. “I wouldn’t consider either of those a nutritious side dish.”

“mac and cheese and a salad,” Rus decided. He picked up each and added them to his tray. “does that make you happy?”

Red swiped his bony finger through the whipped cream on the slice of pie that joined the rest on Rus’s tray, licking it clean. “honey love, i’m always happy with you.”

“On that my brother and I are in agreement,” Edge said, his voice pitched low enough that only the two people closest to him in all ways could hear it. He wasn’t often demonstrative in public, but the reward was a pretty blush warming Rus’s cheek bones. Rus often liked to nap after his meals and Edge was about to suggest they return to their quarters when he was finished for a different sort of entertainment when he felt it.

Intent.

“DOWN!” Edge shouted, pushing Rus to the floor. The tray flew from his hands, dishes breaking and splatters of macaroni and pie colorfully decorating the tile floor. He crawled on top of Rus, summoning the bubble of a shield around them even as the attack washed overhead, so close he could feel the searing heat against his back even through the heavy layer of his magic. Glass shattered and pebbles of it rained down on them, fragments bouncing away.

Another attack and the room shook, more dishes clattering to the floor, screams as others fled the cafeteria where moments before they’d been enjoying a peaceful lunch. The sounds of a pitched battle rose around them. Edge could hear his brother screaming obscenities, his magic viciously pitted against their attackers and where was the rest of the fucking guard? Edge was useless to him as backup, he could only hunker over Rus, holding his struggling body down with his heavier weight.

Beneath him, Rus was wailing, “red! edge, let me up, he needs help!”

“I’m not moving,” Edge snarled back, “stay down!”

“please!” he begged, but Edge was unmoved. He was Chosen, as was Red, this was their duty and he would see it done.

An attack thudded into the ground close to Edge’s shoulder, barely diverted under a wave of bones. Edge ducked his head down, tasting his own sweat as it ran down his face. Magic shielding was absolute, they weren’t getting any air and the bubble around them was heating rapidly. Beneath him, Rus was panting, trapped beneath his weight, and their clothing where his back was mashed beneath Edge’s front was soaked with sweat.

“please, no,” Rus sobbed, sagging into the floor and Edge couldn’t allow it to distract him. He turned his head enough to catch a glimpse of the furious battle raging around them. Through the overturned tables and the sprawl of bodies he could see the familiar pattern of his brother’s attacks against their unknown assailants, mingled with foul curses hurled back and forth. He calculated there were at least three attackers and even as he watched, one of them took a sharpened bone through the eye, blood spraying even as they shivered to dust.

Two remaining and he couldn’t see Red, his brother was concealed behind a flipped over table. His attacks were slowing, Red was strong, but he had little stamina, he needed to finish this, quickly. A second assailant screamed as they were pierced through by a fan of sharpened bones, the splattering gore puffing to dust in the air.

One left. The attacks were faltering, the pattern of bones growing sloppier. Red was wearing out and the rest of the Royal guard was down, injured or dead, he didn’t know, and Edge couldn’t help him, he couldn’t shield and attack, and Rus couldn’t be risked.

Come on, brother, come on, Edge chanted in his own mind. Eliminate him!

Instead, he heard a sharp cry in his brother’s voice, and Edge pushed away all emotion, the thread of his own fear unraveling as he braced to go on the offensive. The shielding around them shattered, the unpleasant backlash of a broken spell choking him even as he was dragged away from Rus and Edge was already reaching for an attack when he realized it wasn’t their assailant who had a hold of him. "That's Enough!"

That voice boomed through the room, the remaining glassware shattering under its force. Edge managed to lift his head and there were no darkened, empty sockets in the being that stood before him. Their sockets blazed with burning light and Edge had to look away, cringing from the glorious power radiating off him, ancient and ethereal.

The entire room went ghostly still, the silence broken only by the groans of wounded guards. The Judge moved and their feet didn’t seem to touch the ground. They glided over to where the last attacker was hidden behind a splintered table, other broken furniture sliding out of their path untouched. They reached out, fingers curling as they took hold of the last one, dragging him out by his very soul as he snarled and struggled. His blood was a rich green, dripping from various cuts and soaking into his torn shirt, pattering in rounded droplets to the floor like a scattering of coins.

Edge knew him, he realized with a jolt. Jaime, a Monster who’d joined the guard at the same time as Edge and left it before they came to the surface, before everything. Jaime abandoned his post when Toriel ascended the throne, spat on the ground at the very mention of her name. Intel stated he’d joined a group of dissidents calling themselves the Accolades of Asgore and any information past that was sparse. Asgore was dead, dust, but it didn't stop these fools from rebelling against their Queen and her attempts to find peace for them. He didn’t know how they’d gotten past Embassy security. The only reason that made sense was a spy within their ranks; they’d need to go on lock-down until they discovered the truth, run a series of background checks to see who was not as they seemed.

His thoughts raced as Edge watched the scene before him, the rising halo of golden light surrounding the Judge. He should look away, he didn’t want to see this, had never seen it. He didn’t want to see and yet, Edge stood and watched, squinting against the light, his sockets burning as he took it in.

He’d always supposed it would be horrifying to witness, that the Judge might take on some eldritch appearance, siphoning away HP as Karmic Retribution took the Judged down to one HP.

The truth was very nearly a letdown. The Judge only reached out and lightly touched Jaime's forehead, his chin, then his chest, fingers brushing across the front of his shirt directly over his soul.

Jaime’s dark, hateful eyes clouded over, hazed to gray as he stared at nothing with his mouth agape, his gaze focusing inward. Those milky eyes filled with tears, wet and staring as he was Judged.

“Oh, my Lord,” Jaime whispered. Those tears brimmed, running from the corners of his eyes, gathering to drip from his chin. “I hurt so many people. Why? So many people hurt and dead, innocents, they didn’t deserve that. I could have done so many good things and all I did was hurt. I could do so much more.”

“Yes,” the Judge whispered, “You Feel It, Don’t You? We Are All A Part Of This World, All Of Us, Together.”

“I feel it,” Jaime wept, “by the Angel’s grace, I feel it I…!” He grunted suddenly, surprised, words trailing away as he looked down in confusion at the crimson bone protruding from the center of his chest, directly into his soul. His expression fell to anguish even as his outline diminished, falling to the ground as dust.

A few feet away, Red swayed on his feet, panting as he leaned against the splintered remains of a chair with one eye strobing crimson. There was a fresh crack over the darkened eye socket, dripping marrow running in.

“tough shit, asshole,” Red growled. “you had your chance.”

The Judge rounded on Red furiously, the halo of light flaring with the blistering heat of the sun’s corona. "Why Did You Do That? He Was Judged!"

Red only stared doggedly into that unearthly fury with his own. "you do your judgements and i do mine," Red snarled. "he tried to kill you. no one gets a second shot at it, i don’t give a shit what sunshine and fucking rainbows their soul pukes out after!”

With slow, cautious steps Edge moved silently to stand by his brother, facing the Judge’s fury unflinchingly. It would be the grossest of lies to say that he was not afraid, but he wouldn’t let his brother stand alone.

The Judge’s jaw worked, the aura surrounding them flaring brighter, until Edge was forced to look away, his watering sockets streaming from the brilliance.

Then the golden light was abruptly doused, leaving the room chilled in its absence. The Judge turned, their robes sweeping against the floor in a tinkle of broken glass.

"Attend Me,” they said, shortly, and strode away. Towards the elevators and despite his confusion, Edge went. He could hear another security team coming in behind them amidst the groans and whimpers of the surviving guards, but no one tried to intervene, no one spoke to them or questioned what happened. They could watch the security feed for their answers, for now.

Edge followed them into the elevator, Red at his heels. The door closing and Edge hardly had time to contemplate the discomfort of being trapped in an enclosed space with such power crackling over him like so much static when the Judge abruptly pushed the stop button.

There was no time to ask or even think as unnaturally strong hands took hold of him, Edge’s breath jarred out of him in a rush as the Judge pushed him roughly against the wall. Their face was barely an inch from Edge’s, Rus’s face though Rus never looked at him that way, never with such raw, pure hunger, dredged from primordial depths as they breathed out, "We Need You."

Edge swallowed hard against the sudden knot in his throat. They had never, never like this. "But you’re--"

"We Need You." Insistently, a mouth suddenly hot and wet against his cervical vertebrae and when Edge didn't reply, only hung trembling in his grip, they drew back, uncertainty creasing their face, the Judge's face, but also Rus, always Rus. "Do You Not Want--?"

Edge took a breath, steadying himself, and pulled them down. This was Rus, who was as much the Judge as the Judge was him. He’d sworn an oath before the Angel, the Queen, and the Judge, and he would not break it. He pressed their mouths together in a light kiss, each touch careful and submissive as he murmured, "Whatever you want. Anything. I'm yours."

But he couldn’t help shuddering, sharpened fingertips gouging into the side of the elevator as strong arms hooked under his legs, pulling him off his feet. Bracing his shoulders against the wall as a slim, lithe body insinuated itself between his legs, rubbing their pelvises together through layers of cloth. A slippery tongue investigated his clavicles, delving underneath to slide against his sternum from within his rib cage as they mumbled out, pleadingly. "Let Me Have You, I Need To Be Inside You, All Of You.”

They'd never done that, not since Edge was chosen. Rus made it clear from the beginning that he preferred being the penetrated partner. But Edge didn't hesitate, already forming a cunt for him, the slickened folds clinging uncomfortably at the crotch of his trousers. The issue resolved itself quickly. His trousers weren’t ripped free so much as they simply ceased to exist and the hands holding him up were gone, yet he stayed where he was, braced against the wall, hanging as though gravity ceased to apply.

Blunt fingers pressed between his legs, recklessly parting the lips of his pussy and Edge couldn’t hold back a gasp as they pushed inside. He gritted his teeth, forcing himself not to tense at the unfamiliar sensation. Knuckles scraped his walls as they moved in him, scissoring impatiently inside him, invading him and working him open. Despite everything, anything, it didn’t hurt, the thrust of those fingers got easier as it went on and on. No matter what his head thought of this, his pussy seemed to be in agreement, getting even wetter and the obscenity of the slick sounds from the Judge’s fingers moving inside him was humiliatingly loud.

He didn’t realize the exact moment he went from enduring to pleasure. But suddenly those twisting fingers glided over a place inside him that felt incredible, a lightning shock of unexpected arousal trembling through him. A shocked sound gurgled from his throat and Edge clung to whatever he could reach, the wall, the Judge’s shoulders, clutching as his hips lurched into that touch.

Breathy laughter, hot against his cervical vertebrae and the sound was richly amused, holding emotions that Edge didn’t dare contemplate. He could only writhe in between the body pressed tight against his own and the wall, broken fragments of pleading falling wordless from his mouth as he thrashed. The crest of orgasm was barely out of his desperate reach when those long fingers withdrew and his cry of betrayal choked off as he felt a larger, harder pressure against him, the head of a cock prying its way inside the narrow passage.

It didn't hurt, it was only so much, too much. His pussy stretched to accept the wide girth of the shaft, achingly huge inside him and Edge tipped his head back, stared sightlessly up at the glaring fluorescent lights as he was taken. It didn’t hurt, didn’t, only it was so much and he was barely accustomed to having it inside him when that cock withdrew, leaving him yearning and empty.

And came back, faster, again, the Judge grunting low and deep as they found a rhythm, every sound greedy and desperate, driving in, pistoning inside him. The power coming off of them was almost unbearable, scorching over Edge like the backlash of an explosion. His own mana felt like it was boiling inside his bones and he wondered deliriously if it was possible to be fucked to death.

A small, scarred hand took his own and Edge gripped it mindlessly. To his dim surprise, that feeling from before was rising again, his pussy tightening, rippling as the slippery friction of the Judge’s cock moving within him made him gasp and writhe. Tears were stinging hot on his face, running down bittersweet into the corners of his mouth and he couldn’t control it, it felt like that pleasure traveled directly from his cunt to his soul in a jolt of brutal lightning. He arched as he came, clawing at whatever was beneath his hands, the sensation too intense to call it merely pleasure, ecstasy cushioned with near pain.

Through the haze of his own orgasm, he heard the Judge hiss agonizingly through their teeth. Thrusting in deep as they came inside him, filling Edge with the obscene wetness of their come as they stilled, holding deep inside Edge as they shuddered and quaked, soothed his aching pussy with spurts of sticky liquid warmth.

The sensation of power prickling over him faded, dimmed, as they both slid down the wall to the floor in a clatter of bones. It seemed strange for the Judge to be so light on top of him; somehow Edge expected them to weight more, the burden added to Rus’s very bones.

They lay in a panting tangle and Edge only opened his sockets when a thumb swept across his cheek bone, a failed attempt at wiping away his tears. Red was crouched next to him, his gaze absurdly gentle.

"hey,” Red said, softly. The hand touching Edge’s face was dotted with bleeding punctures where Edge’s sharpened fingertips had dug in at the moment of climax. “you gotta get up, i can't carry ya both."

That fading power surged back with a suddenness that made Edge cringe from the renewed tidal wave of force. Above him, the Judge’s head jerked up, the blaze of light igniting again in their sockets.

"No,” the Judge said, and Edge could feel the word vibrating within his joints. "You're Mine As Well."

He lunged, dragging Red beneath him and Edge could only watch dazedly, his legs still sprawled awkwardly apart and the cooling wetness of come leaking down his femurs to puddle beneath him.

If his brother was shocked or afraid, none of it showed on his face, he only relaxed back against the hard floor, his smirk the same as he always wore. “fucking right i'm yours. do what you gotta do, honey, i'm ready.”

A low, hungry sound came from the Judge and then they were on him.

Edge had watched the two of them together before, countless times. Never had it been like this, his brother’s hands pinned back against the floor by nothingness, his clothing torn away by unseen forces. He spread his knees wide on his own, the shoes he was incongruously still wearing braced against the floor. The Judge was still wearing the remains of their robes, fouled with come and marrow, torn open from the collarbone to the hem as he settled between Red’s bent knees.

The fluttering fabric was a hindrance, giving Edge only glimpses of his brother’s pussy as it was penetrated, the lips spread wide around the head of a honey-golden cock, straining to accept the girth of it as the Judge nudged their slow way inside. Red only struggled to arch into it, his pelvis rising from the floor in mocking invitation.

“come on,” Red goaded, “you c’n do better’n that!” And was he brave or foolish, Edge didn’t know, watching as Judge reared back, their eyes lights bright with astonishment and fury as they did as Red ordered, snapped their hips forward, driving in with ragged bursts of breath, fucking into that tight, slippery pussy. His brother’s face tightened, sockets squeezing shut, his claws flexing as he clutched at the Judge’s shoulders and took it, his mouth running a litany of swearing and goading as he took everything the Judge offered. Whatever meager restraint they’d managed to keep with Edge was lost, broken, a deep, soul-wrenching roar coming out through clenched teeth as their hips hammered against Red’s.

Who only hung on, legs wrapped around the Judge’s hips, his heels grinding against their pelvis as he moaned, all his careless provocation dwindling to a single bare thread of sound, “oh, fuck, sans—"

Edge watched, listened, as the Judge crooned back, ludicrously kind even as they ravaged Red's smaller body. “yeah, 'm here, always here, sweetheart. never leave you.”

It seemed to set off a cascade within his brother, a domino effect that left him gasping and whining, his sharp fingers clawing through the Judge’s robes, leaving ragged slits in the fabric to show the glimpse of scratched bones beneath that welled with beads of marrow. The wet glick of their cock moving in Red’s pussy slowed, stilled, and Edge watched with a sort of perverse pleasure as they came in near unison, slumping down on the floor together in the puddled remains of orgasm.

Long minutes passed before the Judge lifted their head and no, not the Judge, only Rus, looking in bewilderment at Red who seemed only semi-conscious beneath him, then blinked at Edge with bleary confusion, husking out a weak, “w’appened?”

"I've got you." Edge wasn't sure that he did. With the last of his strength he lifted Rus's light weight into his arms as he struggled out of the clinging tangle of Red’s limbs.

“what did i—” the haze of his eye lights sharpened as the clutter of his memories seemed to sync and then they went wide with horrified realization, his hands moving over Edge’s bare bones, frantically searching. “did i hurt you?!”

“No,” Edge told him immediately.

Rus’s mouth thinned, disbelieving, as his gaze swept over all of them. Edge supposed he couldn’t blame him; their clothes were in ruins, they were all dappled in colorful smears of come and marrow and flecks of dust. “i know how you like to split hairs, so you’ll forgive me if i ask that again. did i or any part of me hurt you?”

“No,” Edge repeated, firmly. It was the truth. There was a certain ache in his pussy, true, but it was not unpleasant, only strain from unaccustomed use. “You didn’t hurt me. The Judge didn’t hurt me.” He scattered gentle kisses over Rus’s face, whispered with as much soothing as he could muster, “I’m fine, love. We’re all fine. And I love you, all of you.”

“goes double for me,” Red rasped out. His sockets were barely open, showing a gleam of crimson. He managed to roll to his hands and knees to crawl over to them and Edge could only hope that he was the only one who saw a hastily suppressed wince as Red joined Rus in Edge’s lap, snuggling in close to them both. Edge had the randomly wild thought that Red wouldn’t care about the security cameras for the sex, but he’d delete every fragment of video for this. “all i need is a hot shower, honey, and i’ll be fine.”

Rus’s drew back, his soft, pale eye lights flicking from Red to Edge and back again. His chin began to wobble, his sockets filling, and he reached out with trembling fingers to touch the fresh crack the attack left over Red’s socket, already crusted over with dried marrow. His fingertips glowed a delicate green that was not the Judge’s magic but his own, or perhaps it was one and the same. The cracked narrowed, faded, vanishing beneath his touch and left behind only a bloody smear to flake away. Then he crumpled against them and those warm tears finally fell, dripping wetly to cool against their bare, aching bones.

They both held him tightly as he cried; for the Royal Guards who were killed in the attack, perhaps, or his regrets for what Red and Edge allowed of him, or for himself, for what a Judging cost him. Edge didn’t know.

What he knew was that his soul was filled to overflowing with desperate love for the gentle person in his arms. The same love he could see in his brother’s eye lights, deep and endless, and layered beside it was matching determination to keep him safe against anyone who dared to hurt what was theirs.

The small space of the elevator was growing claustrophobic. They would need to go soon, try to find a way back to their quarters without being seen by too many others, to keep from entirely shattering their illusions about their Judge. There would need to be an inquiry, Toriel would need to be informed and her own security tightened. There were so many necessary, terrible things that must be done.

But Edge only sat there with his love and his brother in his arms, holding them close, and made a grim promise of his own to the Angel herself. Anyone who tried to take this from him would pay and the wrath of the Judge would be a pittance compared to his own.

-fin

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survey by xflirtykaosx

Alphabetti Spaghetti (2/3) F o r e v e r - y o u r s - F Do you fancy any celebrities? If so, who? Alexander Skarsgard.

Do you watch any FBI shows? Which ones? Nope.

Have you ever been to a festival? Which one? Yeah, a couple local ones.

Do you have a fireplace in your house? Yes.

Do you have a hot flask? I do not.

What decade were you four in? The 90s.

Do you like the TV show Friends? I never got into it like everyone else seemed to.

Do you like the feeling of cat fur? If petting a cat, sure. Not when it’s all over my clothes.

Go girl, go; G Do you have a back garden? No.

Do you have a gentle touch? Uhh I don’t know.

Do you like girly programmes like Gossip Girl? Not that one in particular, but I like other shows some might consider “girly.”

Do you ever use gloves? If I need to for some reason.

Do you prefer gold or silver? I like both.

Are you a greedy person? What makes you greedy? I’m sure I can be in some ways.

Have you ever seen a gypsy? No.

Hold on honey, I'm here. - H Do you have any bad habits? What? I have a lot of bad habits. One is face picking, which I’ve been doing more lately due to stress and anxiety. :/

Do you know anyone called Helen? No.

Have you ever watched a documentary about Hitler? Probably for school.

Do you put hm in a lot of your survey answers? I thought you said “him” and was referring to Hitler and I was like uh, no?? Anyway, yeah I do say that a lot.

When was the last time you went to hospital? What was it for? For myself, it was back in September 2012 for surgery.

Do you like HP (Harry Potter)? Who's your favourite character? Yeah. I wasn’t a hardcore fan, but I did enjoy the movies.

Do you spell it honey or hunny? “Honey.”

Are you afraid of this Swine Flu Hype? I was. That was a big thing at the time. We had no idea COVID would be coming, though...

In the end we all die broken. - I Have you ever been to Ibiza? I took a pill in Ibiza actually to show Avicii I was cool. Ha, if you know, you know. Anyway, no, I have not.

Do you take ice in your soda/fizzy drinks? I don’t care for ice to be honest, but if I get a drink from a restaurant or fast food place I’ll just say light ice. I never use ice otherwise.

Who do you think is a complete idiot? Me.

Do you often wonder what if? Only all the time.

Have you ever seen an Igloo? I haven’t.

Do you get ill often? Yes.

Do you ever imagine you were not human? What did you imagine you were? No, not seriously. Only when surveys ask what animal you’d be or something.

Do you like sexual innuendos? Not really my thing.

What is your IQ? Above average. Those things don’t really mean much, though.

Do people often call you irrational? Not that I’m aware of.

Do you think the name Isis is pretty? Sure.

Do you get itchy eyeballs? Yeah. Gotta love seasonal allergies.

Do you know what ix stands for in roman numerals? 9.

Just breathe baby, breathe. - J Have you ever been in jail? No.

Do you like JD (Jack Daniels)? Nope. Or any alcohol.

Do you get jealous easily? I haven’t felt jealous in a very long time.

Do you tell a lot of jokes? No. I very, very rarely tell jokes. I don’t even recall the last time.

Do you finish school/college in June? I graduated college back in May of 2015.

Kiss me, kill me, thrill me. - K Do you know a girl called Karla? I did in middle school.

Did you watch Kenan and Kel? I haven’t in a long time, but yeah I did.

Do you prefer kisses or hugs? I mean, it depends. Although, right now I’m not feeling up for either. I just feel gross.

Do you like Korn? I liked a couple songs.

Do you like watching films with Kung Fu in them? No.

Lessons learnt the hard way are the best I've ever had. - L Do you like Lady Gaga? I like a few of her songs.

When was the last time you had lemonade? I’m not sure, but I know it’s been quite a long time.

Do you ever lie to save your own skin? It’s happened.

Do you think llamas are cute? Sure.

Do you use Lol a lot? No.

Do you think you are lucky or unlucky? Well, I don’t believe in luck.

Melody in my heartstrings. - M Do you like Mac and Cheese? Yeah.

Do you ever eat at McDonald’s? What's your usual? Not often, but if I do I’ll either get their breakfast burritos and hash browns or a Big Mac and fries.

Do you like Medieval games like 7elda? Nah.

What's on your mind right now? What I want to try and eat for lunch.

Is money in your opinion, the root of all evil? It’s part of it.

Do you like Mr and Mrs the show? I don’t know what that is.

Do you read murder mystery books? Which ones? Yes. That’s all I’ve been reading for the past couple years. I’ve read a ton.

Do you find Mystical stuff fascinating? That’s never really been my thing.

Nobody loves me, what a change. - N Do you know the name of your local shopkeeper? We don’t have those here.

Have you ever been called nerdy? Yeah.

Are you you truly a nice person? I think so, but it hasn’t shown the past few years because I just feel like I’ve been hardened and more shutoff due to reasons.

Do you overuse nouns in your sentences? I’ve never thought about it.

Do you know anyone personally who is a nurse? No.

Only you - it always has been. - O Do you obey authority or deliberately disobey it? I think I’m pretty law-abiding.

Is there anything in your room that is an Octagon? What is it? *shrug* I’m not spending time looking for something.

What odor can you smell in the room you're in now? Nothing at the moment.

Do you get offended easily? I think sensitive would be a more fitting word. <<< Same. I’ve always been sensitive, but damn it’s been bad.

Have you ever been to Ohio? No.

Do you ever say Oi? Not regularly, but yeah I’ve said that.

Do you spell it OK or okay? “Okay.”

Are you older than the number day you were born on? Yes.

Have you ever watched the film the Omen? Nope.

Name one thing you always have taken for granted? It’s just crazy looking back when I thought things were bad and it was nothing compared the last 6 years. It doesn’t seem nearly as bad now and I’m like damn, I’d take that over this.

Have you ever had an operation? On what? I’ve had several.

Do you like things in a set order or doesn't it matter? I need some order.

Do you have a habit of overreacting? Ohhh, yes.

Do you think Owls are nice? I don’t know.

Do you know what an Oxymoron is? I do.

Have you ever tried Oyster? No, and I have no interest in trying it.

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war-sword · 5 years ago

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what can i get you? (3)

part 3 | index | masterlist

draco x female reader [muggle AU, slightly aged-up]

summary: One handsome Draco Malfoy is the only boy you trust at your new job to tie your ties. words: 3,196 a/n: thanks y’all for supporting & enjoying this lil self-indulgent moment of mine! ♡ playlist: here taglist: @clockworkherondale @accio-rogers @mayorofzillyhoo @diademofdraco @drawlfoy @ladybuginthetardis @silversslytherin @lushlavenderskies @socontagiousimagines @acciodracoo @eltanin-malfoy @maceyisntcool @newhopenessie @hp-slaps

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On Saturday morning, you wake up to a horrible sensation at the back of your mouth. You get out of bed and chug a glass of water, but your throat still feels as dry as a piece of paper. You think about texting Gabrielle and asking for the day off, but remember how you need the money… that, and you’d been snapchatting Draco all week and knew he would be there tonight. It’s only just past nine, you can rest all day and save your energy for work later.

You nap on and off, nursing a glass of water and a couple bowls of hot cereal. You don’t feel bad otherwise, and by midday your throat is actually feeling a bit better. Around 4 you get ready for work, and decide you can walk. You’re lucky Gabrielle scheduled you so close to your flat, some fresh air will probably do you some good. The crisp fall air helps you feel refreshed, and you make your way around to the back door of the event space at exactly 4:30.

As you walk towards the kitchen to put your bag down, you see the catering truck pull into the alleyway. Even so, you’re not the first person there. Draco is sitting in the kitchen on his phone, eating a container of takeout.

“Hey, Y/N.” He looks up when you walk in. “I like your hair.”

Your fingers reach up to touch your meticulously mussed bun. “Thanks.”

He reacts immediately to your raspy voice. “You haven’t got the lurgy, have you?” He asks, giving you a wary look.

“Just a sore throat,” you assure him, boosting yourself up onto the counter. “Maybe allergies or something.”

Draco still looks skeptical, and you just roll your eyes. “I don’t have the lurgy, thanks. If I thought I was contagious, I wouldn’t be here to serve people food.”

“Good thing you’re not on kitchen,” he points out, closing his now empty container.

“C’mon, the truck just pulled up,” you say, sliding off the counter.

Draco follows you out to the back, where the truck is backed up to the loading dock. Everyone else starts to trickle in as you help Michael, Gabrielle’s husband who she owns the business with, unload. Racks of plastic covered food go to the kitchen, bins of dishware and glasses stay in the back room. Theo is there, and so are Astoria and her sister Daphne, but Pansy is nowhere to be seen. This will be your first time working without her, so you open your phone to send her a Snapchat as the boys grab the last few things off the truck. You snap a photo of you giving a thumbs down captioned “can’t believe we’re separated”.

Michael puts Theo and one other boy you haven’t worked with before in the kitchen with Draco, and sends the girls off to set the tables. The event space is an open industrial-looking room, with a dance floor and lots of tables draped in pale blue and yellow. Signs across the room say “LIA”, and at first you wonder if it’s an acronym for something.

“Do you know what kind of party this is?” You ask Astoria while you set out forks.

“I think a mitzvah,” she responds. “That’s Mary Anne, the event planner over there. We’ve worked lots of mitzvahs for her in the past.”

“Oh, cool.” You look around at the space in a new light. These people certainly are spending a lot of money of their daughter’s bat mitzvah.

You finish setting the tables and filling the glasses with water. There’s multiple food stations set up along one wall of the room for the adults, and the other for kids. You all join Michael in the back room for a quick meeting.

“We’re limited in buffet space, so around ten we’re going to flip the pasta station for dessert. The family is going to have a long horah, so that'll be our best chance to bus all the dishes and silverware before we set that out.” Michael explains. “We’ll set up bussing back here so we can load while the party is still happening. If you’re working the floor, go ahead and get changed.”

Astoria and Daphne grab their uniforms and disappear off towards the bathroom together. You think about following them out, but realize it’s only you and Draco in the back room now. Last weekend comes back into your mind. He’s in the other corner of the room, not even looking at you as he pulls on his own dress shirt. Fuck it.

You turn your back and strip your t-shirt off, slipping into the stiff fabric of your dress shirt. You do up the buttons on the front before turning around. Draco’s staring at you, now fully dressed. He’s got his arms crossed and is observing you with a smirk on his face while you button your cuffs.

“What?” You taunt.

He just beckons you over with a single finger.

You cross the room seemingly too fast and find yourself just inches away from his chest, looking up into his grey eyes. The slight blue tinge in them is set off by his sky-blue tie. Draco slips the silky strip of fabric from between the fingers in your outstretched hand, looping it around your neck and pulling you just slightly closer.

Oh.

You can feel his eyes on you as he does your tie, while you pretend not to notice and busy yourself with buttoning your cuffs again. He takes his time tightening it against your throat, the tips of his fingers brushing against your skin.

“Do you always forget this button on purpose?” He dips a finger into the collar of your shirt to fish out the button to fasten it. You look up at him as he concentrates.

“No,” you lie.

Draco finishes with your tie and takes a moment to study your face. His captivating eyes burn with something unsaid. “Let’s get out to the floor.”

Michael puts you behind a table on the side of the room, in charge of making overdressed twelve-year-olds Shirley Temples. Your coworkers mill among them, passing appetizers of miniature soft pretzels and mac ‘n cheese bites. It feels strange to be serving and treating such young children like adults, who are all across the room sipping real cocktails and having normal horderves. The nice thing about your standing station is that you can sip water to soothe your throat, and check your phone for messages from Pansy. After about two hours, Draco comes over to check on you.

“How are you feeling?”

You shrug, snatching the last pretzel off his tray. “It’s not any better, but I’m fine.”

“Wanna switch? We’re starting bussing, you can sit in the back and scrape plates if you want to sit down.”

You’d be fine to keep standing, but sitting and taking a break from the loud music does sound nice.

“Sure, thanks.”

You take his tray from him and head to the back. You sit on the tables that had been set up, and scrape plates into the giant trash can and put them into their designated bins. MIchael comes into the back and enlists you to help set out the desserts. You pass Theo, carrying a large tray of squash ravioli, as you head to the floor. “Don’t put it away just yet, I want some!”

“Gotcha,” he acknowledges, before toting it into the kitchen.

You help Michael and Astoria carefully arrange brownies and waffles covering in chocolate and sprinkles on sticks on what was once the pasta table. The children all gather at a safe distance, waiting for you to finish. As soon as the three of you step away, there is a slightly terrifying primary-schooler stampede.

Michael makes eye contact with you and looks disgusted. “I’m never having children.”

You and Astoria burst out laughing and you all head to the back. As promised, Theo has left the extra pasta out for you, and you pack your takeout container with ravioli and roasted vegetables. Michael finds a tray of waffles that didn’t make it out, and after swearing a little decides there’s no way he’s going back out there and lets you all eat them. Draco is still out on the floor, and you go out to relay the information of the waffles.

“We can switch again,” you say, but your tired voice doesn’t carry over the music.

He leans a little closer. “What?”

You repeat what you said before and add the part about the waffles. Your throat is killing you, and you make yourself a new cup of water. Draco looks at you sympathetically, and heads back to the kitchen.

At eleven, it’s time to break down. Guests are finally leaving, and you bring your leftover sodas and mixers from your station to the back along with your trash. Michael sends Astoria and Daphne to check the floor one last time while the rest of you change and pack the truck. They return with a few stray silverware pieces and the event planner trailing behind, who hands you each an envelope with forty extra euros in cash inside.

You pretend to busy yourself with putting your tips in your wallet, but in reality you’re just buying a few extra seconds so you can shamelessly watch Draco slip back into his jumper and ruffle his hair. It still doesn’t make sense to you that he can look so good under the unflattering fluorescent lights, and you’re too busy contemplating his hair to look away when he catches you staring.

Instead of a teasing quip, he asks, “Still not feeling any better?”

“Honestly? My throat feels like shit right now.”

He waves a hand in the direction of the door. “Come, lets go get tea.”

He’s already walking, and you have no choice but to follow. “Draco, you know I can just go home, I have tea in my own apartment.”

“Oh, come on now,” he says, turning around and walking backwards. “Where’s the fun in that? Let me buy you a tea.”

You roll your eyes, but then jog a few steps to catch up with him. “Would you mind dropping me off at my flat after? I walked here.”

“You walked to work? While sick?” He looks down at you, shocked.

“Uh, yes?”

“You are crazy.” He leads the way to a parking deck around the corner from the venue, and up the stairs to the level his car is parked at. Draco pulls out his keys and clicks the button on the fob and you see lights flash up ahead, but when you catch sight of the blue and white checkers you almost stop in your tracks. “...You do not drive a BMW. This is not you car.”

Draco pauses, hand on the driver’s side door. His face crumbles as he struggles to contain a massive grin, and he just bites his lip and gets in the car.

“No!” you yell as loudly as you’re able, heading for the passengers side and sticking your head into the car. “No! Draco, I thought you were a student! How the fuck can you have a car like this and work as a server for a catering company.”

The luxurious car lights up as he puts in the keys. “Um… that’s for me to know, and you to never know, how about that?”

“Bloody hell,” you mutter, slipping into the car. The leather seats are like butter beneath you.

I can’t believe this, he’s one of those rich boys. I have a crush on a rich boy. You shake your head in disbelief and buckle your seat belt. Post Malone starts to play over the speakers.

Draco does the thing where he puts his hand on your headrest as he turns to look out the rear window while backing up. How can boys make such normal things so hot? His eyes momentarily flick to you and he catches you watching him. You both let slip tiny smiles.

“Let’s go fast,” Draco says, putting the car into drive.

“What? Draco, we’re in a parking deck- AH!” You screech as he floors the car for a second and you speed down the aisle, and he laughs. He takes the turn down the ramp fast, too, and you grab onto the handle above the door. “DRACO STOP!” But you know your high-pitched screams are just encouraging him, his deep boyish laugh filling the car.

Once you’re on the road, you take in the lights of London as you drive, enjoying the cozy interior of Draco’s car and it’s wonderful sound system. It feels slightly wrong to pull into a curbside parking space outside Balans.

“Looks busy,” you muse, peering through the window.

“I’ll bring it back here. What do you want?”

“Green is fine.”

“Make sure no one steals my car, please,” he says as he opens the door and slips out.

You watch him go around the back of the car and make sure he’s inside the cafe before you cover your face with your hands and rest your head on the dashboard. You let out a long, close-mouthed screech. I. Cannot. Believe. This is happening. “The one time be decides to take me out I’m sick… BECAUSE I’m sick,” you say out loud to yourself. “Stupid fucking thoughtful, cute boys.”

Draco returns with your teas after a short while, and you relish the warmth radiating from the cardboard cup. “I had them put honey in it,” he says.

Your chest does that stupid thing where it feels like your lungs stop working. “Thank you. How much…” but you trail off when you catch sight of his calculating look.

“Y/N, a tea is like two quid. You don’t have to pay me back,” he says with a chuckle, taking the lid off his cup and blowing on his drink.

“Yeah, yeah, I realized that as I remembered we’re sitting in a series 5.”

Draco snorts into his cup. He sets it down for a moment in the cup holder and kicks off his shoes, turning in the seat so he can face you. “I know, it’s embarrassing,” he says, picking his tea up again.

You remove your shoes and mimic him, wiggling your toes in your socks. “Okay, seriously though. Now I need to know the reason you work at a bloody catering company.” You sip your tea, enjoying the relief it brings your sore throat. A sprinkle starts outside, dotting the glass of the car with water like glitter.

“My mum always told me everyone should have experience working in service,” he says. “Also, it’s stupid to go your entire student life without any work experience.”

You nod. “Okay, fair, fair.”

“Why are you working at a catering company?” He counters.

“Because I have a flat to pay rent for,” you snort. “And it pays better than working at a place like this.” You job your thumb behind you at Balans.

“Mmm, do you have flatmates?”

You shake your head no.

“Double edged blade,” he says, sipping his tea. “No help but at least you’re alone.”

“Yeah. And it’s better than living on campus.” You pretend to gag. “I did that first year, and never wanted to again.”

Draco wrinkles his nose in understanding. “I agree. Where do you study? I guess not too far, since your flat is nearby.”

“Bernel. You?”

“Kings College,” he answers. “Pansy, too. Did she tell you that?”

“No, actually. So do you know each other from school or work?”

“She’s a family friend, actually.” He says. “Theo had the job first. He told Pansy, Pansy told me. My ex used to work with us too, but he quit a while back.”

You can’t help but stiffen a little at the word ‘he’. Oh no. This boy could not be gay. You’d been so sure he’d been flirting with you all this time! All those moments, all you texting and talking on Snapchat...

Draco seemed to sense your sudden energy shift. “I’m bisexual,” he expands.

“Oh,” you breathe a sigh of relief.

“What were you thinking?”

“Nothing. Nothing bad! It’s just... good to know you like girls.”

“It is?” He cocks an eyebrow. “Why?”

“No reason.” You busy yourself with examining the stitching on the car seats, but you can feel his gaze burning into the side of your head. You look over, and he has the most disgusting smirk on his face.

Oh, he knows alright.

“Do you want to hang out?” He asks, leaning towards you. “Outside of work.”

“Then what are we doing right now?” You peek over the lip of your cup at him.

He pauses, then practically purrs, “I think I’d prefer it if you weren’t sick.”

A tingly sensation spreads throughout your body, this time not from the tea. You’d never wished to be well more in your entire life. “Well, believe me when I say I’ll let you know as soon as I’m lurgy-free.”

“Good.”

You and Draco talk until the rain is coming down hard, and Balans goes dark at midnight. He starts the engine again and follows your directions back to your flat. By then, your voice is starting to go, leaving you speaking a good two octaves lower than normal.

“Sorry, I keep making you talk,” Draco says as he pulls up across from your building.

You gather your bag from the floor and push your shoes back on. “And scream for my life.”

“Hey, but you have a sexy sick voice.”

You squeeze your eyes shut bite your lip to keep from making another involuntary screech. “See you later, Draco.”

“Get well soon.”

You close the door of his car and leap across the sidewalk under the awning of your door, when your heart skips a beat and sends you flying back to the passenger side. “DRACO!”

“What?” He looks at you slightly alarmed as you start to get soaked by the rain.

“I forgot to clock out!” You cry.

His face goes from blank back to alarmed. “Fuck, so did I!”

You can’t help but start laughing, and he shoos you towards your apartment again. “It’ll be fine, just text Gabrielle. Please go inside!”

Rain is rolling down your face and into your eyes. Instead of turning back around, your dive back inside the car. Your knees dig into the passenger seat and you lean across the center console, one of your hands making contact with the glass of the window behind Draco’s head. Because of the awkward angle, your foreheads collide a little more forcefully than you anticipated, but the feeling of his warm lips against yours is worth it. You pull away and relish the look of surprise on his face.

“Have fun being sick,” you say with a grin. You slide back out of the car and slam the door.

You run up the stairs into your flat and close the door, leaning back against it. Strands of wet hair are plastered all across your face, but you’ve never felt happier. Inside your pocket, your phone buzzes.

Draco Malfoy is typing…

Snapchat from Draco Malfoy

#draco x reader #draco malfoy imagine #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy #draco malfoy x you #hp fanfic #my writing

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cakesunflower · 6 years ago

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Quiet Hours [College!Luke AU] Ch. 1

A/N: so uhhhh i wrote a new Luke thing. it’s college!Luke being an annoying neighbor to our pretty OC named Ophelia.......that’s it. that’s all the summary i got for you. you’re gonna have to keep reading in order to learn more hehehehe

Chapter 1

OPHELIA WRIGHT WANTED to cry.

To be fair, she was a junior in college but it was only the second week of school, so having her first mental breakdown so soon had to be some kind of record. Several syllabi, books, and other papers littered her desk as she hastily tried to clean everything before having to leave. Ophelia prided herself in being a tidy person, but her rushed behavior had her knocking things down more than cleaning up, making even more of a mess than she could handle.

“You sound like a bull in a china shop, dude,” came the voice of Isabelle Harwell, who poked her black curly head into the room to see what exactly was going on with her best friend/roommate.

Ophelia let out a frustrated breath, turning to see the curiously amused expression of the tall girl leaning against her door frame. Stylishly round framed glasses sat on the bridge of Isabelle’s delicate nose as Ophelia ran her fingers through her dark hair. “I’ve got too much shit on this thing,” she complained, gesturing haphazardly to her desk. Her books and papers were piled on top of her laptop, and the HP printer was taking up a good portion of the table with even more books on top of it.

Isabelle offered an unhelpful shrug. “It’s not too late to drop out.” At the deadpanned look her friend set her, she smirked, “kidding. Come on, you can do this later; let’s go to the quad.”

The hazel eyed girl casted one last troubled look at her messy desk, before letting out a breath and grabbing her favorite denim jacket off the bed post. Pulling her arms through the sleeves, Ophelia followed Isabelle down the short hall of their apartment, passing the bathroom and bedrooms as they crossed the empty living room and went out the door. Their other two roommates, Laurel and Tanya, were most likely already at the courtyard, which only confirmed this suspicion of Ophelia’s when she received a message from Tanya in their group chat, asking where they were.

They walked down the dark orange hall of their apartment building, passing by their neighbors that never quieted down. As the resident advisor for this floor, Ophelia was in charge of the six rooms on her side of the floor, and while it’s only the second week of school, Ophelia has already told the boys living next to her to quiet down a few times already. It’s not like they were ridiculously loud—just enough to disturb her sleep at three in the morning. She wouldn’t have minded if they were loud during the day, because that’s when most of the residents played their music in their apartments. It was just dumb of them to be so noisy when it was quiet hours throughout the building, which ranged from ten at night to ten in the morning on weekdays and from one in the morning to the afternoon on weekends.

“Can’t you just kick them out? You’re the R.A.,” Isabelle shrugged as the two girls left the building and stepped outside. It was early September, but the New Jersey air was surprisingly pleasant. It barely warranted Ophelia’s denim jacket, but she loved the clothing.

“They were just laughing. I banged on the wall once and one of them apologized and it got quiet,” Ophelia informed, shooting her best friend an amused look. “Something tells me if you were the R.A., we’d be the only ones living in the building.”

Isabelle snickered, agreeing whole heartedly with Ophelia’s statement as they walked the familiar paved pathway to the courtyard. “Us minus Laurel,” she grumbled, the gold frames of her glasses glinting under the sunlight. “I swear, if she doesn’t stop stinking the fridge up with her kale smoothies, I’m gonna dump them over her head.”

Ophelia’s amused smile only widened as the two of them neared the courtyard, hearing music playing in the distance and only growing louder the closer they got. This time of day, ranging from 12:30 in the afternoon to two, was known as common hour; it was only on Tuesdays and Thursdays, where everyone on campus would be out of class and gathered in either the courtyard or one of the multipurpose rooms in the student center, depending on the weather. There would be stands of foods along with a couple of food trucks, cotton candy and popcorn machines, and the occasional inflatable obstacle courses.

It was like a carnival came by every week, and Ophelia would be lying if one of the deciding factors when she was choosing which college to attend wasn’t this weekly event. Plus, all the sororities and frats sometimes came out to stroll—which, Ophelia learned in her freshman year, was them putting on choreographed dances for everyone. Unsurprisingly, when the two got there, the courtyard was already crowded with students; the DJ set up on the wide landing in front of the student center with speakers on either side, and the smell of fried food and popcorn lingering heavily in the air.

Before meeting up with their other two roommates, Ophelia and Isabelle treated themselves to cotton candy before walking towards the part of the courtyard that the inflatable obstacle course didn’t occupy. Some were sitting on the grass, while others had set up hammocks between the trees surrounding the yard, unbothered by the activities around them.

“Some guy literally tumbled down from the top of the slide all the way to the ground,” was how Laurel greeted Ophelia and Isabelle through a snort of laughter, sparing them a brief glance as they sat next to her and Tanya Divan on the grass. “I’m surprised he didn’t break his neck.”

Tanya snickered as she took a bite of her cheese fries. “Could’ve sued the school and paid off his tuition,” she mused, earning an exasperated eye roll from Ophelia.

The grass tickled Ophelia’s exposed ankles, courtesy of her boyfriend jeans. She was wearing denim on denim, she just realized, but couldn’t bring herself to care because she felt cute so she looked cute, too, running her fingers through dark blonde hair as she listened to her friends converse. Occasionally biting into the sweet airy cotton candy, Ophelia’s hazel eyed gaze lazily wandered around, her ears picking up the music playing and mixture of people chattering. There was a line forming in front of one of the food trucks, the one that served some of the best quesadillas she’s ever had, and wondered if she was in the mood for some.

Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go by Wham! was playing throughout the courtyard, and Ophelia blessed the DJ for liking eighties music as much as she did as she remained seating on the grass, dancing to the music while eating the sickenly sweet treat. A few minutes later, her friends had finished with their treats and wanted to go on the obstacle course, begging Ophelia to come, though she rejected the offer. She wasn’t done with her cotton candy, so she said she’d watch her friends’ things before they took off to the other side of the courtyard.

Ophelia wasn’t even halfway done with her cotton candy when she felt a presence to her right, turning her head and blinking in surprise at the sight of the guy sitting just a few inches away from her. Even as he sat, he was taller than Ophelia, with unruly blonde hair that was a curly mess going slightly past his ears. When he turned to look at her, bright blue eyes caught her off guard and Ophelia could’ve sworn she had seen him somewhere before. Probably around campus, though she couldn’t exactly put her finger on it. Though, what she could decide easily, was how unexpectedly attractive he was, the scruff decorating around his mouth and jaw only emphasizing the fact. How could she not remember seeing a face like that around?

“Um, hi?” Ophelia managed out, the perplexion evident in her tone as she raised an eyebrow at the admittedly handsome stranger. She was almost convinced his sharp jaw could cut glass.

The guy sat with his legs brought up, though spaced so he could rest his arms on his knees, long legs clad in black and red plaid pants. His blue eyes met Ophelia’s hazel, and she was taken aback at how bright they were. They appeared almost clear under the afternoon sun. “Hey, how’re you doin’?” he responded, and Ophelia was faced with the unexpected realization that this guy most definitely wasn’t American. He had some kind of accent coating his deep voice; possibly British, maybe Australian?

Her left hand was still gripping onto the stick of cotton candy, fingers of her right sticky from tearing it out as she placed her hand awkwardly on her knee as to not get her fingers anywhere. “Uh, good,” she responded, still utterly confused as to who this guy was. “What’s up?”

Blondie shrugged his broad, leather jacket clad shoulders, one eye closed as he squinted against the sun. “Nothing much,” he responded, and Ophelia figured he sounded more Australian than anything else. The guy then jutted his chin forward. “My friends ran off on that thing and I saw yours did too so I figured I’d keep you company.”

Confident. Ophelia followed his gaze towards the inflatable obstacle course where people were crawling through tunnels of, climbing up and then sliding down on the other side. Her eyes landed on her friends, sliding down before running back to do it all over again. An amused yet fond smile tilted Ophelia’s lips before looking back at the blonde boy next to her. If she was gonna wait for her friends to come back, might as well do it in the company of the handsome dude. “I’m Ophelia.”

The stranger looked back at her, arms still propped on his knees as a slight smirk curled at the corner of his lips, hinting at a dimple under his facial hair. “I know; you’re my R.A.,” he surprised her by saying, mirth flashing across his eyes. “I’m Luke Hemmings.”

The blonde girl’s eyebrows furrowed slightly, tilting her head as she gazed at the guy before realization struck her instantly as her eyes widened. No wonder he looked so familiar—she probably saw him at the first and only floor meeting she conducted at the beginning of last week—as well as the fact that his name also rung an annoyingly loud bell. That was accompanied by a thought that clicked in her head, and she narrowed her eyes as her upper body turned to face him more. “You’re one of guys in 4102.”

Luke’s smirk widened, the dimple deepening as a breeze tousled his hair. “Guilty,” he chuckled throatily, tilting his head to the side to allow the chunky ring clad fingers of his right hand to run through his hair, pushing it back.

Irritation sparked through Ophelia, which it rarely did when she first met someone because she was the type of girl to actually get to know a person before feeling an instant sense of annoyance. But knowing this boy next to her, as handsome as he may be, was one of the loud neighboring boys was having her press her lips together in frustrated disdain. It’s only been two weeks since the school year started, so Ophelia’s not entirely associated with the faces of the students she is the resident advisor for on their apartment floor, which allowed her to not focus on the mild guilt for not recognizing the boy next to her.

The one time she had banged on his door, it was three boys that were making noise and Luke most definitely wasn’t one of them. Ophelia let out a huff, shaking her head as she looked away and out at the courtyard. “You guys need to learn how to be quiet. You’re way too loud during quiet hours. I’ve already gotten complaints from the other residents.”

Luke shrugged, not looking too bothered that the school year’s only just begun and there were some people already annoyed by his and his friends’ antics. “‘S not my fault people don’t know how to have a good time,” was his response, eyes relaxing once the sun was hidden momentarily behind clouds.

An incredulous breath escaped Ophelia, staring at him in mild disbelief. “That’s rude. And inconsiderate,” she stated matter-of-factly, pulling out some cotton candy and putting it into her mouth.

“It’s called having fun, R.A. Ophelia,” Luke retorted, and a narrow eyed glare presented itself on Ophelia’s face at the condescending use of her duty-given title, naturally pouty lips protruding even more. Luke’s gaze flickered to her pink lips at the action, smirk faltering ever so slightly before he switched his gaze back to her eyes. They were lovely, a deep shade of hazel that, he couldn’t help but notice, looked a bit green under the sun. “Maybe everyone else on the floor should stop being so uptight.”

Ophelia’s lips parted at his words, the sweet cotton candy already dissolved in her mouth as she took notice of the serious expression on Luke’s face. Though, the slight smirk tugging on the corner of his full lips said otherwise. “Maybe the only reason people are uptight is because you guys are ridiculously loud at three in the morning. Don’t you guys have classes?”

“Afternoon classes,” Luke informed her, which made sense to Ophelia, since she could hear them be up at odd hours of the night, so having classes in the afternoon gave them ample time to sleep.

She rolled her eyes, trying to stop the smile on her face because the DJ was now playing one of her favorite songs by the Weeknd. But then Ophelia quickly remembered the smirking boy next to her, expression dropping as she pursed her lips. “That doesn’t mean everyone else has afternoon classes,” she said, jerking her head slightly to move away the locks of hair that blew forward because of the wind. “Keep up the noise and I’ll write you up.”

“Really?” Luke returned, eyebrows shooting up and Ophelia could’ve sworn he looked almost impressed at what she meant to sound as a warning. The blonde haired boy lowered his legs, spreading them in front and Ophelia tried not to notice how freaking long his legs were, while leaning back with his palms on the grass. “Gonna be honest with you, R.A. Ophelia—I don’t feel all that threatened,” he added, leaning towards her ever so slightly as the dimpled smirk showed off a row of annoyingly white teeth, tone taking a teasing turn.

He had leaned close, his cheek pressed against his shoulder as he squinted up at her, the sun making an appearance once more after momentarily being hidden behind the clouds. Ophelia felt warmth rise on her cheeks at the sudden proximity because while she’s been with her fair share of boys, she was still one who was unable to control the blush from spreading when a guy looked at her with a smirk on his face and a glint in his eyes. And a boy as handsome as Luke doing so? She was lucky she hadn’t become a tomato, even if he was just sitting next to her.

Gathering her wits, she managed to respond, “you will when you’re kicked out of the apartments.”

She hoped that Luke wouldn’t call her on her bluff—they had just met. In actuality, the most Ophelia may do is demand for them to keep it down and write them up once, maybe. Actually going through and having someone get kicked out of their housing wasn’t something she thought she could go through with. It was too harsh and extreme and not something she could live with if she did it. Though, that didn’t mean she couldn’t use it as a threat, even though it may not work on Luke.

Frustratingly enough, Ophelia’s words only widened Luke’s smirk, his blue eyes giving her a once over that had her grip on her cotton candy stick tightening and heart stupidly stuttering. She watched, suddenly frozen, as Luke leaned too close for comfort while she stayed still, breath frozen in her throat as she watched him draw near. He murmured over the sound of people talking and music playing, “I’d like to see the bark that goes with your bite, darling.”

Ophelia’s stomach twisted at his words—whether it was the pleasant kind or not, she couldn’t tell, didn’t want to—as the drawl of his Australian accent sent a strange, new electric feeling through her body. What the hell? she silently demanded of her body, of that unfamiliar sensation, though she was externally frozen as she watched Luke sit back once more, throwing a wink her way before his gaze flickered to something to his right, and he got to his feet.

She watched him stand up, feeling ridiculously tiny as he stood to his full height, towering over her frame as he looked down at her. Luke gave a two fingered salute, bidding, “see you around, R.A. Ophelia,” before turning and jogging off, his mass of hair bouncing slightly as he went to join the familiar group of three boys standing about twenty feet away, which Ophelia recognized as her neighbors.

A heavy huff escaped Ophelia, cheeks puffing at the action as she shook her head in disbelief. She’s only had one conversation with Luke Hemmings, and her judgement of him was that he was a confident, smooth talker with an accent to match. But she swore, in that moment, that she wasn’t going to allow that to let him get away with being one of the most rowdy people she’s ever had to live next to.

Clicking her tongue, Ophelia reached with her right hand to grab some more cotton candy to rip out, only for her eyes to widen ever so slightly to see that her treat was missing a big chunk—a lot more than she had eaten. “What the—” her words died in her throat, eyes involuntarily flickering to where Luke had been, only to see him standing by his friends.

She squinted against the sunlight, but from the distance, saw Luke glance over in her direction as he stood talking to the other boys, the knowing smirk finding home on his face and eyes locking with hers across the yard as he raised his right hand and placed the familiar pink sweet treat into his mouth. He sent her a dimpled grin and Ophelia’s jaw slackened in an incredulous scoff as he turned to leave. She had the rattling feeling that Luke wasn’t going to make living next door easy for her.

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kimtanathegeek · 4 years ago

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Two Brothers, Many Paths - Ch 10

10 chapters?!!? Already?!!? Where has the time gone?!

Thank you all for reading this far, for your kudos, your kind words, and for going on this amazing journey with Sans, Papyrus, and me.

I really hope you're liking the story. Even though we're at Ch 10, their story is FAR from over.

Thanks again for reading my story, you have no idea how much I appreciate it! :D

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Undertale copyright Toby Fox

Story and original characters by me, Kimtana

Please do not use without both permission and credit.

Read below, or read it on AO3 here.

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Sans groaned and shifted, feeling every bone pop. His body did not want to wake up, but his brain urged him not to fall back to sleep. He opened one of his eyes slowly.

Papyrus was still wrapped up in the fabrics—the warmth from the fire long faded—and blanketed by Sans’ blue jacket. Sans smiled, glad to see his little brother resting comfortably. He checked Papyrus’ HP.

47 HP/100 HP.

Sans breathed a deep sigh of relief. The HP Papyrus had gained from the rest of the banana he ate before he went to sleep was still there. He hadn’t lost a single HP since regaining consciousness.

Sans—completely exhausted from overexertion, emotional drain, and from staying up all night to take care of Papyrus—had fallen asleep next to his brother. He didn’t mean to—he had wanted to stay awake to keep tending to Papyrus. But with the urgency to save his brother from the brink of death gone, Sans was able to rest.

He got up carefully, making sure not to disturb Papyrus from his well-needed sleep, and stood up. He stretched his body out, cracking and popping his bones. He ached horrifically from the strenuous activity of the night before. He checked his own HP to see how the night’s sleep affected his health.

40 HP/1 HP.

There was no extra 20 HP gained from sleep since he’d lost some health out in the storm, but at least he was back to 40. He limped over to the pantry shelf and grabbed a bit of bread from the diminishing stale loaf and ate it, feeling his pain subside a little.

He went into the fire room. He wasn’t sure how long he had been asleep—without the sun and moon, it was impossible to judge time—but it had clearly been a long stretch of time. The water in the broken pottery was piping hot, and the hanging fabrics were extra toasty warm. The fire had barely dwindled, thankfully, so Sans didn’t need to feed it with more wood.

He took a piece of fabric and used it to protect his hand when taking the pottery off the fire basin. He placed it on the snowy floor to cool down, then took the fabrics from the racks.

After he carefully unwrapped the snoozing Papyrus, he felt his forehead and his ribcage under his tiny shirt. They were still cold, but nowhere near as frigid as they were the previous night. He wrapped him in the extra-warm fabrics, using several of them to pillow his head as he removed the haversack and put it on the floor beside the bed.

Papyrus snuggled into the warmth in his sleep while Sans smiled softly. He would let his little brother sleep as long as possible, and would feed him when he woke up to increase his HP further.

He put the fabrics on the warming racks and returned to the main room. While his brother slept, he would do a bit of work around the shelter.

First thing he needed to do was make himself some breakfast to ease more of the pain in his body. He made a roasted mushroom and cheese sandwich and ate on the floor next to the bed as he watched over Papyrus.

When he was finished, he felt much better. He grabbed the haversack and opened it, pulling out the items he had hastily stuffed in it to make a pillow for Papyrus. He put the emptied bag aside and set to re-organize the items as he sat on the floor by his brother’s side.

After some time, he had sorted the items back into piles to put away. He put the wood in the corner where the pantry boulder and snow wall met. He rolled up the pieces of parchment together in one bundle and tied it with one of the short pieces of twine, then placed it and most of the coils of twine and rope on the non-food shelf. As for the random odds and ends—including bits of broken jewelry, various pieces of metal, and several bows and ribbons—Sans bundled these up in another scrap of burlap, tying it at the top with a green ribbon so that he could tell this pouch from the one with the arrow and spear heads, and put it on the shelf. Lastly, he put the food they had found in the pantry—the sturdier fruit and vegetables in the snow “bowl” on the floor and the rest on the food shelf.

He picked up the haversack and put the longer pieces of twine and rope back in the side pockets, then hung the bag up on the bone coat rack. Now that he had finished organizing and putting away the foraged items, he felt a bit more accomplished.

The feeling was immediately replaced with utter guilt and sorrow. He had just completed the task he had abandoned the previous morning, setting into motion the terrible events from the day before. He buried his face in the haversack to stifle his sobs, desperate for Papyrus not to hear him.

He pulled himself together, urging himself to change Papyrus’ wrappings. He wiped his eyes on his sleeve, went into the fire room, and took the warmed fabrics off, then brought them to the bed.

Sans knelt down and started unwrapping the cooled-down fabrics, taking care not to jostle his sleeping brother too much. Papyrus stirred, then opened his eyes slightly.

“Sorry, Pap,” Sans apologized as he finished removing the fabrics from him. “Didn’t mean to wake you up. Ready for breakfast?”

Papyrus merely laid there in the freshly warmed fabrics, too weak to be eager about food, which wasn’t like him. Sans winced sadly, even though he didn’t expect Papyrus to wake up completely healed.

Sans went into the fire room and picked up the broken pottery with the water, which had cooled down from extremely hot to warm. It had melted the snow underneath, making a small, wet indent in the floor. He put it back on the fire basin to keep warm, then went to the pantry and grabbed another banana from the shelf.

Sans sat on the bed beside his brother and peeled the banana.

“How are you feeling?” he asked.

Papyrus grunted weakly, slightly scrunching up his face.

“Still not great, huh...,” Sans sighed. “Are you feeling warmer?”

The little skeleton nodded slowly.

“Well, that’s good!” Sans replied with exaggerated eagerness. “That means you’ll be better in no time!”

Sans broke off a tiny piece and fed it to his brother. Papyrus chewed slowly, his eyes drooping heavily. Once he swallowed, he didn’t open his mouth for more, but instead closed his eyes, his head lolling.

“Hey, now,” Sans said, holding another small bit of banana in front of him. “You’ve got to eat, Pap. It will make you so much stronger if you do.”

Papyrus barely opened his eyes as he opened his mouth feebly.

“There you go,” Sans said soothingly. “Just a few more bites, and I’ll get you some more hot water to warm your tummy.”

Bit by bit, Sans fed Papyrus half of the banana.

“All right!” he praised him. “Great job. Let me go get you some water, then you can rest, ok?”

Papyrus was still chewing as he nodded slowly.

Sans got up and checked the water. Feeling that it was not too hot, he brought the warm water in and sat back on the bed. He helped his weakened brother drink, sip by sip, until the piece of pottery was emptied.

“All done,” Sans grinned gently. “Now you can rest, Pap.”

The little skeleton needed no further prompting. He settled into the pile of fabrics under his head and closed his eyes. After a few moments, he was back to sleep.

Sans checked his HP.

62 HP/100 HP.

More than halfway filled. Sans felt much better, though he felt saddened that Papyrus was still not his normal self. But sleep would do him good.

Sans got up and placed more snow in the broken pottery and placed it on the fire basin. Then he took a moment to inspect the melting damage of the walls and ceiling. It still wasn’t bad, but he needed to repair it before holes started appearing.

While Papyrus slept, Sans crawled through the opening, dug out the entrance, and crawled out. The snow had deepened overnight, giving Sans plenty of building material to work with.

He started with the roof. He tossed armfuls of snow up onto one of the boulders, then climbed up onto it. He packed the snow onto the roof carefully, hoping that his repairs didn’t cause a cave in. When he was out of snow, he slid off the boulder and tossed more up on the other boulder to work on the opposite side.

Once the roof had a thick layer of snow packed onto it, Sans slid back down off the boulder and started pushing snow towards the entrance. He shoved the snow into the shelter, then went back outside to get more. After several piles of snow, he closed up the entrance and checked on Papyrus.

The little skeleton hadn’t moved an inch, sleeping soundly in the warmth of the fabrics.

Sans grabbed armful after armful of the snow, bringing it into the fireroom, until all the snow piles had been moved. He worked on the thinning walls, building them up and packing the snow in tightly. Then he leveled the floor where the water runoffs from the layers of bones above the fire had dissolved the snow around the basin. He wished he had a bucket or container to catch the precious water, but he was grateful he had found the broken pottery piece when he did. Hopefully, future foraging trips would result in something to hold and store water.

Sans finished the repairs after some time. He looked around the room to double check his work while catching his breath and wiping his brow. Satisfied, he checked on Papyrus.

He was still fast asleep. As much as Sans wished he would wake up to eat more food, he knew the sleep would be good for his weakened state. He might waken anyway, since it was time to change the fabrics.

He took the warmed fabrics from the racks, sat on the bed, and switched them over. Sans was surprised—and even a little concerned—that Papyrus didn’t even stir. Once the little skeleton was in fresh, warm fabrics, Sans sat with him a moment, stroking his brother’s head gently.

Poor thing..., he thought, watching Papyrus sleep. He’s been through so much. I can’t imagine how scared and hurt he must have been. How horrible, to have wandered in that frigid cold alone and with no way to get warm. He must have suffered so much pain before he passed out in that spot.... And all he wanted to do was help his big brother feel better....

Sans sighed sadly, feeling guilt-ridden, as he glanced down at the pile of cooled-down fabrics next to him. His eyes focused on a small, grey scrap, almost the exact color as his haversack. He thought for a moment, came up with an idea, and put the scrap to the side. He put the rest of the fabrics on the warming racks, then went back to the bed and retrieved the scrap. He glanced at Papyrus and grinned. Then he set to work.

Papyrus crumpled his face up, rousing from his lengthy slumber. He slowly opened his eyes, blinking back the sleep. He tried to stretch out his arms, but they were pinned against his sides by the wrapped fabrics. He whimpered as he wiggled back and forth, trying to get free.

Sans heard his brother and went over to the bed, sitting down on it. Papyrus looked up at him pleadingly for release.

“Careful there, Pap,” Sans soothed. “Let me help you out.”

Sans started unwrapping the fabrics, and as soon as he was able, Papyrus freed himself. He sat up—which pleased Sans, since he hadn’t been able to do so since the morning before he almost died—and stretched his arms up in the air, yawning widely.

“Feeling better?”

Papyrus nodded, rubbing sleep from his eyes. “Nyeh.”

“Hungry?”

The little skeleton’s face broke into a grin. “Nyeh!”

He must be feeling better, Sans thought, smiling deep in his soul.

Sans handed him the other half of the banana, which Papyrus took in both hands and started eating. Sans went into the fire room and retrieved the warm water, then sat back on the bed next to his brother. He watched him eat the banana steadily.

“I was thinking,” Sans said. “We should take it easy the next couple days, Pap.”

Papyrus looked up from his banana, chewing a large mouthful.

“Yeah,” Sans answered his inquisitive look. “You’re still recovering, I’m still tired. I think we should stay here and rest before heading back out there.”

Papyrus swallowed, then looked at the banana in his hands sadly.

“Hey, no!” Sans said, waggling his hands. “Don’t feel bad! I think it’s good for us to just stay in! We’ve got plenty of food, the fire’s going strong, aaaand...,” he grinned wide, spreading out the word in singsong. “...that means we get to play together! Just you and me!”

Papyrus’ face lit up as he gasped for joy, almost dropping the banana. Two whole days of nothing but playing with his big brother?! Papyrus leaned over and hugged Sans excitedly.

Sans hugged his brother back, then rubbed the top of his skull gently.

“First, you’ve got to eat your banana, drink this warm water, and then we’ll start playing, ok?”

Papyrus had never focused so hard on eating food in his life.

Sans grinned, glad to have his brother back to normal.

For the next two days, the skeleton brothers rested up, while having the most fun they’d had since leaving their house that fateful day.

They played games on the snow floor with Papyrus’ tiny white bones like Tic-Tac-Bone, Pick-Up-Bones, and their favorite—Tower of Bones. The game was played by layering bones in crisscross patterns until all the bones were used up, making a tall, narrow tower. Then each brother took a turn removing a bone from the tower while trying not to topple it. Papyrus loved to watch the bones tumble, regardless of if he won or lost—Sans making sure to “accidentally” knock over the tower on his turn with his “clumsy” fingers several times, letting Papyrus win often.

When the bones fell, Papyrus always jumped up on his feet, giggling with his hands in the air. In Papyrus’ mind, any time the tower fell, both he and Sans won the game together.

“Nyeh heh heh!” he triumphantly exclaimed every time, his tiny hands on his hips, then plopped back on the floor and helped his brother rebuild the tower again.

They also played a new game Sans made up called Hide-The-Banana, where Sans would hide the last banana somewhere in the main room—the fire room was off limits for safety—while Papyrus shut his eyes, counting to ten. He giggled as he ran around the room, checking every spot until he found the banana, then held it up in the air, cheering and jumping up and down as Sans sang out “Da de daa!”

They spent hours playing with the tiny white bones like other monsters played with blocks. Sans discovered that they could use the snow to make tiny snowballs and stick the ends of the bones in them for joints, making really interesting buildings and bridges. Then Papyrus took one bone and Sans took another, pretending that they were toy figures of themselves. “They” climbed the buildings, crossed the bridges, and had all sorts of adventures.

Sans taught Papyrus how to roast food on the fire for each meal, which thrilled his little brother immensely. They sat in front of the basin, Papyrus in Sans’ lap, while Papyrus held the spear over the flame. Sans covered his brother’s little hands with his own, guiding and helping him with the spear. Sans showed him how to tell when to turn the food, how to know when it was fully roasted, and which foods cooked fast and which cooked slowly.

Papyrus proudly ate the first roasted mushroom and cheese sandwich he ever made—with Sans’ help, of course—and Sans couldn’t stop gushing to his brother how these sandwiches were way better than any sandwich he could ever make.

And at night, before bed, Sans told Papyrus bedtime stories their parents used to tell them, repeating them nearly word for word. Papyrus stayed up to hear every word, completely enthralled by the stories and the way his brother told them using funny voices for the characters and acting out several of the parts.

When the story was over, Papyrus applauded, then settled down on the haversack pillow, scooting over to give Sans room. After getting into bed beside his brother, Sans made the blue bones disappear, leaving the fire to dimly light the room. He covered themselves in the fabric and lay back, Papyrus snuggling into his arms.

“Nigh nigh, Sas,” Papyrus yawned, his eyes already closed.

Sans nuzzled into his brother’s skull gently. “Night, Pap.”

After breakfast on the third morning, Sans felt confident that Papyrus was well enough for a small foraging excursion. Papyrus had regained all his lost HP with food, and had even gained extra HP from sleeping the prior night, now being at 120 HP. It appeared that sleep on full HP really gained monsters extra, and was not just part of Sans’ strange, new condition. It was something that probably had happened to Sans and Papyrus their whole life, but they had never noticed—and being playful children getting scrapes and bruises all the time, it probably didn’t happen often enough.

Sans was extremely pleased with his own HP after two nights of great sleep. He was at 80 HP now, and felt much stronger for it. If he was careful enough, he’d surpass his old 250 HP in a few weeks.

Sans removed all but two of the warming racks, since Papyrus no longer needed the constant flow of warmed fabrics. He kept the two highest—one on each boulder—and the absence of the lower bones made getting around the fire room much easier. He wanted at least two bones for warming so they could warm up and dry out their clothes after trips outside in the snow.

Sans helped Papyrus put on his shoes as they sat on the bed. Then Sans stood up and put his hands on his hips, tilting his head.

“Ok, shoes, done. Scarf next, but first...,” he winked at his brother. “Stay right here.”

Papyrus watched curiously as Sans disappeared into the fire room, then emerged with his hands behind his back.

Sans stood in front of him, grinning widely. “Since you’re so helpful to me when we forage, you’re going to need—” he pulled out what he was hiding, holding it out, “—this.”

Papyrus gasped long and slowly in awe, his eyes growing wide.

It was a small shoulder bag. Sans had made it from the grey scrap of fabric. While Papyrus had been sleeping, he worked on making it for him. He had punched holes along all the edges of the fabric square with an arrowhead and threaded two long ropes through the holes—one rope circling through on one side, the other on the opposing side, so the ends of one rope were on the direct opposite side of the other—and tied the ends. When the ropes were pulled from their middles, they folded and gathered the fabric into a bag-like pouch, the ropes becoming two long straps.

He had learned the technique from his mother, who loved to show him how to craft things. Sans knew the bag wasn’t perfect because he didn’t have shears or better materials, but he was proud of it anyway.

Papyrus, completely stunned by the amazing surprise, put out a tiny hand and touched it. Sans grinned and put the rope straps over Papyrus’ shoulder. Papyrus slid off the bed slowly, gripping the rope and smoothing the bag out as it lay against his hip, his mouth unable to close in his awe. He stuck his tiny hand in the opening and felt around in the space. He picked it up to look closer, and, noticing the color, turned to Sans’ grey haversack on the bone coat hook. He pointed at it excitedly and looked up at Sans.

“That’s right,” Sans answered, smiling wide. “Just like mine.”

Papyrus hugged the precious gift—his first ever bag of his own—then hugged Sans even harder.

Sans hugged him back, nuzzling into the top of his brother’s head. “You’re welcome. I’m so glad you like it.”

Sans got his jacket, haversack, and Papyrus’ scarf off the coat hooks and wrapped the scarf on his brother, who couldn’t stop admiring his new bag. Sans put on his jacket and shouldered the haversack, then looked down at Papyrus.

“Ready?”

Papyrus nodded eagerly, clutching his bag preparedly.

Grinning, Sans rubbed the top of his brother’s head, then went through the opening to dig out the entrance, followed by Papyrus. Sans sealed the entrance with snow and stood up, wiping his hands on his jacket. Then the two skeletons went off, hand in hand, into the valley to forage.

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alicepink-me · 5 years ago

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Secret Admirer

Story Summary:

With the help of Chat Noir, Marinette sends a love letter to Adrien. After that, there’s an exchange of many letters between Marinette and Adrien. Marinette is excited but later questions if she is actually writing to Adrien and thinks Chat Noir might actually be writing to her instead. Marinette tries to make sense of her love life and who her secret admirer actually is

Chapter 4: Smitten

Marinette stuck her tongue out as she continued to sew. She had been working on a black hoodie all day. She weaved the green paracord string through the hood before tying a knot at the end.

"Tada!" She held up the hoodie, admiring it. "Not bad, Tikki."

"Why again are you making Adrien a hoodie?" Tikki asked.

"Because he got me the new Ultimate Mecha Strike V game." Marinette held up the game case. "He got it for me so we can play against each other online. He remembered how fun that gaming tournament was a few years ago. And it was so sweet of him to get the newest one for me, so I'm gonna make him a hoodie to thank him." She looked at her phone. "And he'll be online in eleven minutes, so I'm just gonna finish a few more details."

"What are you gonna put on the front?" The hoodie remained blank.

Marinette turned to the hoodie. "I'm not sure, but I want it to be green. I feel like green is his color." She sighed. "I need an idea though."

"Don't worry, Marinette, you'll think of something." Tikki encouraged.

"Thanks, Tikki." Marinette swiveled her chair over to her computer and loaded the video game. "Now I just gotta wait for Adrien." She looked at her phone.

12 minutes later:

"Ugh." Marinette groaned. The wait was killing her, so she's been spinning in circles in her chair for the last five minutes. "Why isn't he online?"

"Maybe he's busy. Adrien does have a crazy schedule." Tikki said. "Maybe something came up. His dad is always giving him surprise photoshoots."

"Maybe." Marinette continued to spin. "I really should've been thinking of what to put on that hoodie." She said, checking her phone. "I had fourteen minutes to kill."

A bleep sounded from the computer. Marinette halted her spinning and fell off her chair. She stumbled up, dragging the keyboard off her desk.

"AgresteAdrien is online." Marinette read. "AgresteAdrien invited you to a game."

She squealed, her keyboard dragging her computer to the edge. Marinette panicked, but was able to save it. She fixed her keyboard and sat down, taking a deep breath. She clicked on the invite and put on her headset.

"Hey." Adrien said.

"H-Hey Adrien." She stuttered.

"Why do you so sound nervous?" He questioned.

Marinette selected her character. "U-Uh I'm not nervous. Definitely am-I mean not. Why would I be nervous?"

Adrien chuckled and the match started. "Wow you chose the Ladybug bot?"

"Well duh, it's the best one." She used her bot the slash at Adrien's. "Why did you choose the weakest one? The apm is the lowest out of all the characters and he loses hp faster. You're gonna lose."

"Well this one is my favorite and strength isn't something to worry about. Smart moves play just as important of a role." He said, his bot attacking hers, destroying half her bot's health. "And it doesn't matter if yours is better because I'm going to crush you anyway."

Marinette calmly pressed a few buttons and her character charged up an attack. It jumped forward and eliminated Adrien's bot. "Doesn't look like it."

"You're just too good at this game."

"This is the first time I've played." Marinette announced.

"No, you probably practiced before this just so you can show me up in another game." Adrien laughed. "I was going easy on you before, but not anymore."

"Uh huh." Marinette rolled her eyes.

"Round Two." The game echoed.

Marinette smiled as her Ladybug bot began to beat Adrien's. Adrien's bot wasn't the strongest but he knew it very well. He was a very good opponent. Marinette grew up playing Ultimate Mecha Strike games with her papa, so she has most of the attacks memorized. This game might be new, but it's very similar to Ultimate Mecha Strike III, so it comes naturally to her. She was about to release her final blow, but just stared at Adrien's bot. She looked over at the hoodie.

"That's it." Marinette mumbled, a lightbulb going off. "I should put his video game character on the sweatshirt." She turned to her kwami.

"Yes!" Adrien exclaimed after annihilating her bot. "You shouldn't have underestimated me."

"That sounds like a great idea, Marinette, but-" Tikki began.

"Maybe I could embroider it or something." Marinette put her thumb under her chin, thinking.

Adrien stopped celebrating. "Marinette?"

"What do you think, Tikki? I'd have to get it done quickly though since Chat Noir is coming over tomorrow morning."

"Marinette." He repeated.

Marinette paused and her mouth hung open. She turned back to the computer screen and bit her lip for a moment, embarrassed. "Um . . . yeah?"

"Who are you talking to?" Adrien asked, confused. "Who's Tikki?"

"U-Uh . . . did-did I say Tikki?" Marinette scratched the back of her head anxiously. "I-I meant Tina . . . Tina my . . . my cousin."

"Your cousin?"

"Yes." Marinette answered unsurely. "My cousin Tina . . . came to visit."

"She came to visit?" Adrien paused for a minute, making Marinette nervous. "Well I should leave you to spend time with your cousin then. You know, family is important and you should enjoy the time you have with them while they're around."

"You don't have to!" Marinette blurted. "I mean . . . she was just leaving."

"No, I'll have more time tomorrow to get online again." Adrien said, pausing again. "It's no problem. You should really spend some time with your cousin."

"AgresteAdrien is offline." Marinette saw as it flashed on the screen. "Ugh!" She groaned, hitting her head on her desk.

"Think on the bright side, Marinette, now you have more time to work on the hoodie." Tikki encouraged.

"You're right, Tikki." Marinette picked her head off her desk. "I know what I want it to look like, so now I can finish it."

. . .

The Next Morning:

Marinette jolted up in her bed. She heard taping at her window. She squeezed her eyes shut before rubbing them. She took a deep breath and blinked her eyes open. Another few taps were heard. Marinette stood up and opened the trap door. She stuck her head through the opening to see the cat.

"I'll be up in a minute." She announced before disappearing.

Marinette walked down her steps and went to her desk. The sweatshirt wasn't wrapped, but it was inside an old fabric delivery box and taped shut. She finished at 5 a.m. so the gift itself can make up for the packaging. She wished she had thought of the idea a lot sooner because embroidery takes a long time. Marinette grabbed the box and walked back to her balcony.

"I like your hair." Chat complimented as he watched her crawl through the trap door.

Marinette ruffled her loose, messy hair. "Thanks, it's four hours of sleep." She held out the small package to Chat Noir. "Here, give this to Adrien."

Chat looked up at her sweetly while Marinette yawned. "A box?"

"Yeah, just give it to him." She pushed her hair back before turning around. "I'm going back to sleep. Just don't open it."

"Wait!" Chat Noir reached forward and grabbed her hand. He held it delicately as he pulled her back to him, closer than before. "What's inside?"

"It's for Adrien." Marinette smiled. "You don't need to be so nosy."

"Can I at least have a hint?" He inched closer.

"Nope." Marinette turned around and moved to her trap door. "Don't worry about it." She waved. "You know, curiosity killed the cat." She left and closed the door.

"But satisfaction brought it back." Chat mumbled.

. . .

Adrien gently opened the box. The box might be old and reused but he treated it like fine china. He pulled out the card on top and set it on the edge of his desk before picking up the sweatshirt. His mouth fell open as he held it up in front of him.

"Why a sweatshirt?" Plagg asked, eating a chunk of cheese.

"I don't know, Plagg. Maybe as a thank you for the video game."

Adrien flipped it around and pulled it over his head. He adjusted it and shook his now messy hair. A burning blush appeared on his cheeks. The hoodie was so warm. There was new vanilla scent and Adrien began to smell the hoodie.

"It smells like her." He muttered.

"Oh, somebody's smitten." Plagg chimed.

"No I'm not." Adrien denied, crossing his arms. "She's just a . . . friend. I couldn't have any feelings for her."

"You don't just memorize a friend's scent."

"I didn't memorize it. Marinette just always smells good." Adrien excused. "And I'm part cat, remember?"

"Technically, you're only part cat when you're transformed. You don't have an excuse right now." Plagg finished his camembert.

His cheeks were redder. "I just . . . like Marinette as a person. She was really nice and made me this hoodie and it just so happens to smell like her perfume. Nothing big."

"Uh huh." Plagg teased.

"I don't need to argue with you." Adrien layed on his bed and turned on his side. "I had a photoshoot at 6 a.m. and I'd really like to get some rest."

. . .

@liebredavinci @i-am-so-done-like @yo-jes @ashtheteenagewitch @too-involved @ms-epicness @zazzlejazzle

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mysideblogofsurveys · 4 years ago

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Survey 7.

1. if you have any pets, were they adopted from the humane society? I don’t have my cat anymore (I had to give him to my parents when I moved in with my husband because he is allergic) but I had adopted him from the humane society. 2. what kind of cheese is your favorite, or no cheese at all? Honestly, all of the cheese. I love it all haha 3. do you like home design, like picking out paint colors and furniture? Not really, I’m horrible at it. 4. have you seen any of the old james bond movies? No, just the new ones 5. do you chew gum on a regular basis? No, I actually don’t even remember the last time I had any.

6. do you think mitchell musso is hot, like all the magazines say? I didn’t know who that was so I looked it up and nope. I don’t find him attractive at all.

7. list all of your features that you have ever got compliments on: How small I am (I’m like 5′0), I don’t look like I”m 32 so I get treated like I”m a lot younger, my eyes

8. do you play ps, ps2, or ps3? I haven’t in a while (been too busy playing my Nintendo Switch) but I have quite a few games for it. My husband plays it more than I do. 9. have you ever been in a hot air balloon? and if not, would you ever want to go in one? I think it’d be kinda cool but getting my courage together to go on it is another thing lol 10. do your parents buy you something on a daily basis? No, I buy everything myself. 11. what type of computer do you have? Well, my laptop is from like 2015, its an HP. I bought it to help me study for my Licensing exams for my career (not college related) My desktop is from 2012 that my Husband helped me build. It was like $1000 but had all the best equipment at the time and still works great today. Expensive but so worth it. 12. do you like old, black and white movies? The only black and white show I’ve watched were old cartoons or 3 Stooges 13. is anyone else in the room with you right now? Not exactly? We have an open floor plan so my husband is technically in the dining room (I’m in the living room) but I can see him if I move my head slightly, he’s just around the corner. 14. do you watch john and kate plus 8? No but I’ve seen one or two episodes. 15. do you whiten your teeth with crest white strips? No 16. do you listen to local bands? No, well we went to a Fair in January, not too far away from us that had local kids playing and they weren’t too bad (obviously haven’t heard them since then). I hung out with a lot of guys that were in bands when I was in highschool though.

17. do you collect anything? Video games, I guess. I prefer to buy the physical versions for several reasons 18. have you seen the movie, thirteen? I don’t think so. 19. do you watch vh1? I Haven’t in a long time but I did when I lived with my parents 20. have you ever said “fergalicious”, but changed it to your name instead of fergie’s? What? No. I only liked one song from her 21. do you have a pool in your back yard? No, but I did growing up (my parents asked if we wanted a trampoline or a pool and we wanted a pool) 22. do you watch youtube videos often? No, well not really. I don’t like follow any YouTubers except Tim Pool (Liberal) and Steven Crowder (Conservative). Mostly because I believe they try to sift through the shit the news/media either doesn’t focus on or skips completely and try to get the truth. I like listening to both Liberals and Conservatives then form my own opinion. 23. do you wear mascara? Yeah but the only make up I wear is eyeliner and mascara.

24. do your parents fight? do they even talk at all? I’m sure they have like arguments but I’ve never seen them have huge ones.

25. have you ever watched a movie that’s in a completely different language, so you had to read sub-titles? All the time! I’m actually binge-watching “Dark” on Netflix (its a German time travel show. Its SO GOOD but also fucked up. It has English voice-overs but it just doesn’t feel right. Sounds much better in the native German). I also watch a lot of anime in Japanese (with subtitles). I’m trying to learn both languages. 26. do people with yellow teeth disgust you? Thats kinda mean 27. do you drink alcohol on new year’s eve? Yes 28. do you wear rings? Only my engagement and wedding ring 29. are you hungry right now? Yeah, a little 30. would you like to have a universal remote, like in the movie, Click? I don’t thinks so, only because going back to fix something would change the future and as I’ve seen from “Dark” (mentioned above), time traveling is nothing I want to deal with lol

31. have you ever tried smoking a cigarette? Yeah. I socially smoked (had one when I drank) when I was younger but haven’t had one in over 10 years. I never bought any or got addicted, just had one when everyone else went out for a smoke (if that makes sense) 32. do you get any magazines in the mail? Yeah, I get Game Informer because I’m a member of GameStop’s membership. I get all of my video games there.

33. don’t you just wanna stab someone with a fire poker? No, wtf! 34. do you wear baseball caps? No, I’m not a hat person except when we go to the beach. Then I wear a floppy one to shield me from the sun

35. what was the last memory you thought about that instantly brought a smile to your face? I’m not sure 36. has anyone inflicted physical pain on you today? No but myself is beating me up from the inside (I started my period last night so I’m all cramp-y :/ ) 37. are there any restaurants in walking distance to your house? Yeah, I suppose. Its like a 15 min walk though. 38. what was the last store that you went into when you were at the mall? I haven’t been to the mall in months but it was probably GameStop. 39. do you currently have any coupons for stores right now, which stores specifically? I don’t have coupons but I have a bunch of gift cards. To Kohls, Panera Bread, BoneFish restaurant and some others I can’t think of right now

40. what was the last picture you uploaded to your facebook? Its been a long time, I don’t post anything to FaceBook anymore (I don’t trust it. If it wasn’t for keeping up with family on it, I would delete it. 41. when was the last time that you were so tired that everything was funny to you? A long time, I normally fall asleep before I get to the giggly stage. 42. what’s something that you do that you know hurts people close to you? Probably not call them as much as I should. I suck at keeping in contact with those further away. 43. what was the last board game that you played? It was probably some form of Dungeons and Dragons, we’re super nerdy lol 44. the next time you will be going on vacation, where will you be heading too? Well, we were supposed to go to Germany in September for Okoberfest but since that is cancelled, we probably won’t be going (International flights are still undecided on. But honestly, it’ll probably all get canceled.) Aside from that, I’m still flying to my hometown in early Sept for my cousin’s wedding (and hopefully the Renaissance Festival with my sibling-in-laws but I’m not sure if that will be canceled either.) 45. do you get bloated at all after you eat? It depends on what I eat, so sometimes. 46. have you read the book lovely bones? No, I tend to read Sci-Fi/Fantasy books. I briefly looked up what that book is about and definitely not something I would read. 47. are you mad that this survey is over now? No, I’ll probably do another one lol

#survey #surveys #questionnaire #about me

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peace-love-piper · 5 years ago

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GETTING TO KNOW YOU (OOC)

Name: Bee

Characters: Piper Oliver, Nathaniel Pinnock, Shoshana Edelman

PART ONE, FILL IN THE BLANKS:

The first thing I do in the morning is put on my glasses. If I could eat one full meal for the rest of my life and nothing else it would be Tex-Mex style breakfast tacos with “queso” (basically spicy melted cheese that you dip tortilla chips into) with a dessert of key lime pie to finish. My favourite Harry Potter book/film is Goblet of Fire (book) / Deathly Hallows Part II (film) though I have a soft spot for Chamber of Secrets (book) / Prisoner of Azkaban (film) too. I can speak one (lol) language and my favourite subjects at school were always English, Calculus, and Physics. My favourite feel-good movie is The Royal Tenenbaums but if I could pick a film to watch right now it would be Close Encounters of the Third Kind. My favourite time of year is late spring/early summer and I’ve always liked sunny weather.

PART TWO, NEVER HAVE I EVER:

(bold the ones you have done!)

Dyed my hair (like all the time) - Had a piercing (ears) - Had a tattoo (five) - Been in a relationship (I’m married) - Seen a play/musical (so many, and I used to be in theater) - Been to a concert (SO MANY, it’s my main social activity) - Met someone famous (I took a photo with Shaggy) - Been to Disneyland/Disneyworld (in Florida) - Thrown a party - Driven a car - Travelled abroad (pretty frequently, and I lived in China for 3 years) - Been on a plane - Owned a pet (all cats) - Baked a cake - Cooked from scratch (my husband and I cook a lot! It’s a nice way for me to decompress) - Won a competition (speech & debate tournaments in high school) - Rode a bike (yeah but I’m pretty shit at it) - Learnt to swim - Seen the ocean in person - Been to comic con (or a similar convention) - Played an instrument (I used to play piano).

PART THREE, HP INFO:

Favourite magical creature? Niffler or Thunderbird

Favourite magical being? Veela (shocker I know)

Favourite Harry Potter character? Fred Weasley (RIP)

Least favourite Harry Potter character? Maybe Wormtail? Idk I like all of them.

Favourite Harry Potter ship? Real ship? Probably Dumbledore/Grindelwald. But as far as crackships I used to read a LOT of NSFW Draco/Hermione fanfiction.

The first house you wanted to be in? Ravenclaw!

The magical school you’d most like to attend? I want to rep America and say Ilvermorny, but honestly it’s probably Hogwarts. Castelobruxo also seems cool.

A quote from the books/films you love? From the books: “‘Give her hell from us, Peeves.’ And Peeves, whom Harry had never seen take an order from a student before, swept his belled hat from his head and sprang to a salute as Fred and George wheeled about to tumultuous applause from the students below and sped out of the open front doors into the glorious sunset.” (OOTP); From the films, there are so many that are unintentionally hilarious but this is probably my favorite: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3ZW_dwd_WJY

PART FOUR, MUSIC SHUFFLE:

Put all your music on shuffle and list the first ten songs that play!

Okay these are from my YouTube Music Mix today and they are REALLY random…

“What’s My Age Again? - blink-182

“Kiss Me” - Sixpence None the Richer

“Take Me Home, Country Roads” - John Denver

“Honky Cat” - Taron Egerton

“There’s Your Trouble” - Dixie Chicks

“Rich Girl” - Daryl Hall & John Oates

“Wonderwall” - Oasis

“Two Princes” - Spin Doctors

“In Too Deep” - Sum 41

“Absolutely (Story of a Girl)” - Nine Days

PART FIVE, FIVE RANDOM FACTS:

I’m really short, about 5 feet / 153 cm. My hair is currently green(ish) and here’s a photo of me

I’ve only ever really role-played on Harry Potter groups. My first one was a forum called the Harry Potter Roleplay Guild, and I played Lavender Brown (BEFORE HBP came out and JK made her annoying af; I’m still bitter).

I identify as bisexual, though I got married last August to a man I’d been dating on and off for thirteen years.

Here’s a photo of my cat, Noodle:

I’ve been to 55 live Phish shows (they’re a jam band from Vermont).

#periculumchallenge #ooc

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toomanysurveys9 · 5 years ago

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How’s your day going? slow as fuck.

What shape is your face? i don’t know. round or oval. probably round?

What sort of computer are you on right now? hp laptop.

What’s your favorite restaurant? papa vino’s. SO GOOD.

What does your umbrella look like? it’s a harry potter umbrella! it’s mostly blue and it has a light on it. it’s so cool!

Do you share a room with anyone? my husband (although he’s been sleeping on the couch downstairs) and our two kids.

Are you superstitious? no.

Do you believe in astrology? i do not.

Take the vowels out of your name. What does it spell? mrln.

Do you eat breakfast every day? i try to, since i’m still breastfeeding, but i do not.

You can go back in time and slap one historical figure in the face. Who? hitler.

Do you have socks on? Describe them. i do not. i’m barefoot.

Pick up your cell phone for a second. Who’s your first text from? jacob.

Fourth missed call? a number i didn’t know.

Are you one of those people who has like a hundred apps on their phone? i don’t think i have all that many..

Have you ever been to the ballet? i have not.

Do you have good reflexes? not the best i guess. they’re nothing compared to jacob’s.

Do you have many internet friends? not many..

Do you think those friendships are on level with your real life ones? better lately.

Do you keep a journal? this is the closest thing.

Describe for me your ideal sandwich. turkey, pepperjack cheese, some mayo, and some sort of flavored chips. white or wheat bread.

What are some names that you like? wyatt, eliana, evelyn, oliver, alec, and adalyn.

Is there something you’re putting off doing in favor of this survey? i mean. not really. i’m currently doing rbt training while also doing this.

Are your friends generally like you or different from you? they’re pretty different, yet similar.

Link me to a picture you think is cute. i never link to pictures. i have some cute pictures i’ve shared on my page though.

Do you like blowing bubbles? it’s okay. i don’t like it as much as wyatt does. lol.

What’s the band that you love even though you know they’re awful? i don’t think there is one. if i like them, i don’t think they’re awful, and i don’t care if most people think they are.

Ever had a pillow fight? yeah.

What do you usually pick in truth or dare? when i used to play, truth.

Are you better at posing good questions or coming up with outrageous dares? good questions.

Vinyl, cassette, CD or MP3? mp3.

Do you coo over other people’s babies? yeesss. i love babies.

What is something that makes you very squeamish? blood. vomit.

Do you try those as-seen-on-TV things? not usually.

Has there been a celebrity death that really affected you? robin williams broke my heart.

Do you get the dressing on the salad or on the side? on the side.

Do you make lists, or are you more of an unplanned person? i love lists, but i’m more unplanned.

If you’re out of high school, have you stayed in touch with your high school friends? If you’re still in school, do you think you will? i’m still in touch with some although i don’t know how close we are.

Is there something you like to eat that most people think is gross? sour cream and onion chips with ketchup.

Do you have a lot of photographs of your friends? i do not.

Do you dye your hair regularly? i do not.

Do you think, if it came down to it, that you’d be able to kill someone? if it came down to protecting my kids or other loved ones, hell yes i could. and i wouldn’t even think twice.

Are you good at rating things? i guess so.

What’s a movie that you want to see? i don’t know.

What was the name of your third grade teacher? mr. miller.

Are you a competitive person? sometimes, but not usually.

Do you get into a lot of arguments? i don’t think so.

Do you like to go shopping?

for my kids or books, when we have money. which we basically never do. hopefully that will change.

Can you knit? i cannot.

Do you use the same username everywhere online or do you have a lot? uhh. i have different ones.

What’s something that you really like about yourself? most days, i’m a good momma.

Can you pass for older than you are? some days, probably.

Have you ever been in a situation where that was necessary? i don’t think so.

Do you talk a lot? i do not.

Are you a Facebook creeper? no.

What is a smell that you hate? vomit. dog farts.

If you don’t set your alarm clock or anything, when will you wake up? way too late. lol. in all honesty, it depends on my littles and when they get up. which isn’t usually later than 9:30.

Do you even use an alarm clock, or do you just use your phone? phone.

Do you have a ringback tone? i do not.

Do you watch Maury or Steve Wilkos or anything like that? not anymore. i used to like it when i was younger and stayed home sick from school. i don’t know why.

What did you get your best friend for their last birthday? i got jacob a game for his nintendo switch that he can’t even really play because of our internet. :/

What did they get you for yours? he let me buy new books!

Are you capable of finishing a game of Monopoly? yeah.

What is a word or phrase that you overuse? fuck.

What’s your favorite painting? i don’t have one.

Have you ever written to your congressman? not that i remember, but i might have in high school.

Did you get sent those free AOL discs a lot? yeah. well, i didn’t. but my parents did i think.

Are you allergic to anything? grass. and there’s a cough medicine they used to make.

What are you going to do now that you’re finished with this survey? maybe another survey. depends if this video about hipaa is over or not.

#survey #surveys #personal #question #questions #random

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