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mackenzielovee · 2 years

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letters to you: eight - rafe cameron

summary: one word can't describe the immensity of feelings had with you

warnings: swearing, mentions of anxiety/insecurity

wc: 5k

a/n: hi <3 i'm slightly drunk rn but let me know your thoughts and i hope you enjoy, i love this part for so many reasons and again im sorry for the little cliffhanger. xoxo !

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You’re seated on the couch, back in your pajamas, with a full wine glass sitting in front of you when you hear Rafe come in. He closes the door so softly, you wonder if it’s just your mind deceiving you because you’re so desperate for him to return. You’d replayed the scene in your head on a loop since he left, unable to figure out what it means or where it came from.

You take a deep breath when you see him appear in the living room out of the corner of your eye. Taking a page out of his book, you slowly drag your eyes up to look at him. Somehow, he looks like he’s aged ten years since he’s been gone. His eyes are sad, his shoulders drooped, and you can smell how many cigarettes he must have smoked while he was gone. In his right hand, he grasps a bouquet of flowers, but makes no effort to hand them over.

“I messed up before I left, didn’t I?” he asks quietly.

You’re honest when you say, “I don’t know.”

“Y/N, I–”

“Do you think we rushed this a little bit?” you blurt, unable to stop the thought from escaping you.

“What?” his voice is barely audible now.

“I’m just asking if you think we rushed this.”

You shy down on the couch, unable to get away from his intense stare.

“No,” he says, “I like how things are with us.”

“But I upset you,” you finally say, “You were frustrated with me when you left. I don’t know what to do with that.”

“I wasn’t–” Rafe stops himself, running his free hand across his face, “It wasn’t you. You didn’t do anything wrong. I just have some shit I’m still working through, and the circumstances kind of brought it out. I didn’t mean to take it out on you. I’m sorry, honey.”

You stand up, letting your blanket fall. Just as he always does, Rafe’s not shy about taking you all in. His eyes are careful, as if memorizing every curve, every scar, every mark that makes you, you.

“Well, it’s okay, Rafe,” you say, taking one daring step toward him, “As long as you know you don’t have to work through all that alone.”

He nods, but you can tell he’s hesitant by the way his Adam’s apple bobs in his throat when he swallows.

“I know,” he says, his voice low.

“Good.”

He watches you take the few extra steps, and before he can help it, he wraps his left arm around you and pulls you in. His right arm falls to his side, flowers still in his hand but practically forgotten. You mold yourself into his body, hoping to squeeze some sort of reassurance into him.

“It won’t happen again,” he whispers into your hair.

You just nod, and when you pull back, he holds up the flowers. He presents you with a boyish smirk you’ve never seen on him before, a sense of shyness behind it. He’s usually so confident and collected; this side of him seems to be new.

“They’re beautiful,” you smile, “You didn’t have to. Thank you.”

“Yes I did. Should’ve last week, too.”

You grin but roll your eyes, standing up on your tiptoes to press a kiss to his lips. He accepts it, then pulls the box of baking soda from his jacket pocket.

“Teach me?” he asks, an expectant smile crossing his face.

“Of course,” you laugh, “Let me take care of the flowers.”

He nods but leans down to silently request one more kiss. You give it to him, then he hands the flowers off to you and lets you step away.

He shrugs off his jacket while you hunt down a vase in the back of one of Rafe’s cabinets, probably old and never used. You fill it and stick the flowers in, just in time to spin around and find Rafe standing exactly five inches from you.

“Jeez,” you call out, free hand rising to your heart as an attempt to calm it.

“Sorry,” he laughs, “Just– just can’t seem to get enough of you being here. In my kitchen, on my couch, on my balcony.”

“In your wallet,” you add, teasing him.

He grins, “I want more pictures of you.”

“Maybe in your next letter,” you joke, knowing you won’t be confident enough to actually follow through on the statement, “It’s your turn to write, by the way.”

“I know,” he replies with a smirk.

He leans in just enough that his nose brushes yours, and that’s when you pull back. You laugh as he groans, throwing his head back.

“It’s time to learn,” you lecture him.

He just nods and follows you over, where you steal a kiss anyway before you get started.

Rafe pays attention for about five minutes before his hands start roaming and his lips attach to your cheek, your jaw, your neck, anywhere he can reach. You giggle when he does it, trying not to let him get to you too much but also knowing that he’s so far under your skin, going back to UNC is going to hurt worse than it ever has before.

Once you have the dough perfected, he fishes two spoons out of the drawer and gathers up a bunch of it, handing one off to you. He pulls himself off of you and leans against the counter as he eats, never removing his eyes from you.

As happy as you are and as much as your mind is telling you to just be in the moment, a part of you wants to know absolutely every single piece of him. The good, the bad, and whatever ugly part he seems to be working so hard to hide.

“You told me once that I could talk to you, do you remember that?” you ask, “That nobody would see my letters but you. So, if I needed to vent, you were open to it.”

He nods slowly, halting his eating, “I remember. I meant it.”

“Well, I want to say the same to you, now,” you continue.

“Y/N–”

“You don’t have to tell me. I would never force you to do that. If you want to, though, I’m here.”

Something flashes in his eyes; it’s as if he wants to say a million things all at once. You just wait, allowing him to process what you’ve said and decide how he wants to proceed.

“I’ve made some mistakes,” he says eventually, “But that’s not who I am anymore. I’m better – I’m trying to be better.”

You nod, trying to get the most out of such a cryptic statement. He steps over to the sink and rinses off the remainder of the dough, neither of you really in the mood to eat it anymore. When he turns back to you, you’re rooted in the same spot.

“Nobody’s perfect in high school, Rafe,” you say quietly, “Nobody’s perfect at any point.”

“You’re pretty close,” he says, letting a smirk tease the ends of his lips.

You laugh and shake your head, ignoring the way your entire body seems to run warm at his admission. Now, you’re sure he’s done talking about it. He’s acting playful again; stepping over and wrapping both of his arms around your waist.

“What’d I say yesterday about this emotional shit?” he teases, “I just want to be with you while I can. Let’s not dredge up my past just for the hell of it.”

“I’m sorry,” you say immediately, “I just wanted you to know–”

“I appreciate that, honey, I do. Really. You’re a better person than I know what to do with, to be honest.”

You shake your head slightly, “You don’t give yourself enough credit.”

Rafe’s expression melts into something entirely different from your words, but he regains himself quickly and presses a kiss to your forehead.

“C’mon, let’s get these in the oven.”

Saturday night consists of wine and whiskey, pizza, snickerdoodles, and about a million kisses. Some painfully slow, some so quick and desperate you swear you might die if you ever stop. You’re amazed at the fact that Rafe never tries to make it something more, he never tries to push you or make you uncomfortable. Really, he leans back and lets you choose the pace, taking over only when you relinquish control to him.

After a particularly long makeout session, you collapse on Rafe’s chest and turn your attention to the TV, where almost an entire episode of I Love Lucy has played through. Rafe’s palm is pressed into your back, stroking lightly every so often. Once the episode ends, he starts to squirm under you, and you know immediately what it means.

“Sit outside with me,” he says as you move to sit up.

“Okay,” you agree, picking up your wine glass while Rafe picks up his whiskey.

He slides the glass door open and lets you walk out first, taking a seat at his table. He lights up a cigarette as soon as he closes the patio door, then moves across the balcony to get to his seat. You look out, although there’s not too much to see. A road with a few cars passing by, the water off in the distance.

He clears his throat and draws your eyes away from the view, instead over to him. You watch him pull his cigarette from between his lips, letting them fall into their natural smirk as he looks at you.

“What time do you have to go tomorrow?”

The thought of getting back on that ferry without him makes your heart sink.

“Noon.”

He frowns, “Are you sure you have to go?”

Despite the topic, you smile. He gives you a soft smile when he sees yours, but something in his eyes looks sad. The loneliness is already returning, and for a moment, you swear you’re going to be lonely, too.

“I have class on Monday,” you say quietly, “I have to be there.”

He sits up straight, seemingly forgotten about the cigarette between his fingers.

“Honey, I’m joking. I’d never let you skip class to stay.”

You nod, knowing he has to work anyway, and both of your lives will return to normal. Just as last week, the thought of not knowing when you’ll see him again makes your heart ache. Not to mention the fact that a label hadn’t been put on this – a fact you’re trying not to think too hard on. The fact doesn’t necessarily bother you; you know you’re special to Rafe and you certainly know he’s special to you, but the pressure of figuring out what to tell Emma is weighing on you. As strange as you find her relationship with Ethan, you know that it would be considered more normal than your situation with Rafe.

He chuckles lightly, bringing you out of your trance. Your eyes meet his blue ones, which never leave you as he takes a drag.

“What’s going on in that head of yours, Y/N?” he asks, a cocky grin on his face.

“Nothing,” you tell him, ignoring the heat that flows through your body at getting caught.

“Mhm,” he hums, amused, “You have no poker face, you know that?”

You furrow your eyebrows, “What do you mean?”

He laughs and relaxes in his chair, staring at you for another long few seconds before he speaks again.

“You hold every single emotion right on that beautiful face of yours. You’re trying to figure something out, I just don’t know what.”

You tuck your bottom lip in between your teeth and look down at the table, hoping somehow, the answer will be written there. Rafe keeps his gaze locked on you, never faltering or changing for one second.

“I’m trying–” you stop, reassess what you’re going to say, “I’m trying to figure out what I’m supposed to call this.”

You can practically hear him swallow as you finish your sentence, cigarette halting in midair as he takes it in. You don’t have the courage to look up at him, so you rely on what you can see out of the corner of your eye.

“This?” he requests clarification with a slight crack in his voice.

“Yes, this–” you almost whisper, “Us.”

He nods slowly, gradually unfreezing his limbs and functioning as normal again. When you do finally steal a gaze, he looks as if you’ve never said anything in the first place. The cigarette rises to his lips and he inhales, staring off the balcony as he thinks. You watch as the smoke comes pouring out of his mouth and nose a few seconds later, and that’s when he turns to look directly at you.

“Is Christian the guy you kissed on New Year’s Eve?”

You blink a few times as you try to process that subject change. Something spins in your stomach at the thought of Rafe not wanting to answer the question.

“What?” you ask, not even bothering to hide your confusion.

He laughs lightly, “Humor me. Is he the guy you kissed or not?”

“Yes.”

He nods, seemingly unaffected by the confirmation. You sit back in your chair and tuck your bottom lip between your teeth again, trying somehow to rid your body of the anxiety that seems to be rising up.

“Well,” he starts, tossing the rest of his cigarette off the balcony as he speaks, “I think I might die if I ever find out you kissed him again. Although, it’s not really fair of me to say that unless I do something about it, right?”

You’re not sure what game he’s playing, but at least it’s leading somewhere. That’s enough to get you to look up at him.

“I suppose not,” you say quietly.

“What would you like me to do about it, Y/N?”

Quite frankly, you have no idea how to answer that question. You can tell by the smirk on his face that he just wants you to say it, but you’re not sure you can. Just the thought that someone wants to be with you the way he does still hasn’t completely resonated yet. The thought of saying any word merely associated with the term relationship to Rafe Cameron has you teetering on the edge of insanity.

“I don’t know,” you reply, clearing your throat when your voice comes out barely audible.

He grins, “I’ve spent the last two days kissing the hell out of you, surprised every single time when you take control. It’s the words you always shy away from. Why?”

“I–” you stop yourself from claiming you don’t know when you look up and see his expression, daring you to lie. You stop and take a deep breath, releasing it before continuing, “I’ve never done this before, Rafe. I’m as inexperienced as they come. So, I don’t know the right things to say or when to know what to do. I have zero idea what’s happening right now, in fact. I just don’t want to go back to school confused. Or sad, if I’ve misread this and this is all it’s going to be. That’s okay, by the way, if that’s what you want, I just need to know. I need to–”

“Y/N,” he says, standing from his chair, “Take a breath, honey.”

You exhale, “Sorry.”

His laugh is short, quiet, and one of your favorite sounds to date. He kneels down in front of you and places both hands on top of your knees to steady himself. Your eyes gloss over each one of his features, wanting nothing more than to reach out and stroke a finger across his sharp jaw.

“I want you to be mine,” he tells you, “I want to be yours. In whatever way we do that is up to you. We’ll go at your pace. You don’t have to worry about me being here with anyone else, and I’ll try not to break Christian’s fucking arm next time I see him.”

You laugh, “Rafe. He’s nice.”

“He’s nice,” Rafe mocks, “Y/N, you really are new at this, aren’t you?”

“Yes. Go easy on me,” you whisper.

“I will, honey. You know I will. I’m yours. Tell me you’re mine.”

You smile and lean forward in your seat, sure that your poker face is already giving you away.

“I’m yours,” you say, your mouth hovering about three inches from his.

“Shit,” he mutters under his breath, “Can I take you inside now?”

“I would like that.”

He grins and holds his hand out to help you stand once he does, tugging you toward the sliding door. He pulls it open and guides you inside, wasting no time pulling you back to him for a kiss. This one feels different – they all feel different to you, Rafe communicates through his kisses, you’re sure – and you completely melt as he holds you up.

Without even realizing he’s inching you back, Rafe stops when he reaches the threshold of his bedroom.

“What’s mine stays in my room,” he explains, pulling back to look at you, brushing the pad of his thumb over your puffy bottom lip, “Your pace. Always at your pace, honey.”

You nod then, guiding your arms around his neck to pull him back down to you.

“Okay,” you say, “My pace.”

He smiles against your lips, “That’s right, beautiful girl. Come on.”

It has to easily be hours before you two finally stop kissing each other. You don’t mind the fact that he smoked right before he kissed you; in fact, you feel as if you can taste more of his whiskey than the smoke. He holds you on his lap, then guides you to lay down in the bed, but he never once moves to take it further. You set the rhythm, he follows it. After so long, your lips swollen to perfection, Rafe collapses beside you and wastes no time pulling you into his side.

“You okay?” he asks.

You bite your lip, “You really want me to stay in here?”

He laughs and pulls you even closer, his lips meeting your temple. You wonder how he can do that, given how tingly your lips still feel.

“More than anything else in the world, really,” he answers.

You smile and cuddle into him, using your angle to look around his room. It’s pretty normal; a TV, a dresser, curtains, more books. One thing you do notice, though, is that he has no pictures up. Nothing that makes it personal. Nothing that claims it as his own.

“I like your room.”

Another laugh from him, and you’re sure you have to be the funniest person in the world.

“Thank you,” he says, “Want me to tell you something personal?”

“Always.”

“You’re the first girl to be in this room.”

You can feel your heart plummet to your feet, and before you even fully digest his words, your head shoots up to look at him. Out of all the things he could’ve said to you right then, that is not one you ever would’ve thought of.

“I am?”

He nods, a sadness in his eyes that you can’t seem to properly place. You’re not sure if it’s really there.

“Yes.”

You move closer to him, pressing your body against his. He welcomes it, letting out a content sigh as you do so. You can feel the sleep ready to take over your body, comforted by the admission that you’re sleeping on a bed that’s only ever been occupied by Rafe himself.

“Rafe?”

“Hm?”

“Can I tell you the adjective I thought of to describe how I feel with you?”

You don’t have to look up at him, you can just hear the smile on his face as he replies.

“Sure.”

You smile against his chest and let the word slip out before both of you wind up falling asleep.

“Intoxicated.”

When your eyes open, you smile immediately. The simple sight of sunlight streaming in through Rafe’s window, illuminating his room, has you beaming. You can feel his arm lazily wrapped around your torso, but can tell there’s a bit of space in between the two of you because you can’t feel his body heat on your back.

You turn around gently, careful to keep his arm on you, and take him in. His lips are parted only slightly, barely, and his hair is sitting in ten different directions. You’re sure that’s partially because of sleeping, but also because you’d been running your fingers through it nonstop while kissing him. The sunlight hits his tan skin perfectly, and for a moment, you’d swear he’s glowing. You refuse to look away. You don’t want to miss even the smallest of movements; you want to memorize how he looks right now and carry it with you everywhere. Forever.

“Assigning me another adjective?”

His raspy voice hits you directly in the heart, but you try not to let it show.

You laugh, grin wide, “Yes, actually.”

His eyes remain closed, but his lips get pushed together as he tries to suppress his smile.

“Don’t leave me in suspense, honey.”

You shimmy closer before you can help it, smile widening when you feel his hand travel from your waist up your back to pull you in.

“Alluring.”

“Alluring,” he repeats, “Wow. Imagine what my adjective will be after I take a shower.”

You laugh and roll your eyes, focusing back on him just in time to watch those blue eyes flutter open to greet the day. He smiles then, and up close, you can see the way his eyes crinkle when he does so. Devastatingly handsome, that’s what you’re sure he’d look like after a shower.

“Hi,” you whisper.

He laughs, “Hi. Did you sleep okay?”

“Very okay.”

“Me too,” he says, “I want to take you to breakfast before I have to put you on the ferry. Will you let me do that?”

You nod, letting his desires outweigh your fear of being seen on the island. You’re sure none of the members of the Club will be out getting breakfast anywhere, considering they all do brunch at the Club every Sunday.

“It’s allowed,” you tease.

“Good. Are you going to let me kiss you, or do you want to brush first?”

You smile at how well he seems to have already caught on to you, and you’re sure he’s not at all surprised when you sit up.

“I’ll be two minutes,” you promise.

He groans, “Make it one.”

You hurry off to the guest room bathroom and scrub your teeth, every nerve in your body firing with anticipation. It’s only been about seven hours since you kissed him last, and yet, it feels like way too long. Especially with him being so close all night.

When you reach his room again, you stop in the doorway when he's no longer in bed. You’re not sure what to do; if you should get back in bed and wait or move to the living room. He emerges from the bathroom then, hair still messy as ever, and laughs lightly when he sees you in the doorway.

“I brushed, too,” he says, “C’mere.”

He pulls you just inside his room and presses you against the wall beside his door, wasting no time pressing his lips to yours. It’s agonizingly slow at first, his kiss, just wanting to savor the feeling of each other so close. When he pulls away after a minute, you groan.

“Rafe,” you whine.

“Shit, I–” he drops his head back, “Fuck. Go get ready for breakfast. Stay a second longer and I won’t stop.”

You giggle and peck his lips quickly before hurrying off to the guest room, only so happy to hurry through a shower and get dressed before shoving all of your belongings back into your duffle bag. Just before you zip it up, your eye catches on the note you’d saved from Rafe that he had taped to the fridge. You smile when the idea comes to you, and when you hear Rafe’s shower running, you hurry into the kitchen to find paper and a pen.

“Okay, are you sure you’ve got everything?” he asks as he shrugs on his jacket by the door.

“Yeah, think so,” you say, “I’ll double check. Wait here.”

He just nods. You escape back into the kitchen and slide your note under his magnet, hoping it will make him smile the way his did for you. Quickly, you read over it for flaws.

Rafe,

I miss you already. Crazy, because you’re just in the shower. I kind of mean more so when I leave the island. Don’t forget it’s your turn to write.

Eat your cookies and think of me every time. I’ll definitely be thinking of you all week.

Yours,

Y/N

You’re so sure he’ll love the way you sign off the note that you almost want to hand it to him now just so you can see the expression on his face. Holding back, you walk back into the entryway and reach for his hand.

“Ready?” he asks.

“Ready.”

Rafe guides you out of his truck and into the restaurant with a sad smile painted across his features. You know why; he has to take you to the port after this and watch you go back to school. Away from him.

He only releases your hand when the two of you are seated, but at that point, you’re under the grasp of his stare. His intense, breath-hitching stare.

“Have I told you you’re beautiful yet?” he asks you.

“About a thousand times,” you mutter.

He grins, “Today.”

“Oh,” you chuckle, “I don’t think so.”

“You’re so fucking beautiful, honey.”

Your insides are doing cartwheels, and when the waitress approaches the table, you can’t think straight enough to even understand what you’re supposed to say. Rafe orders you both coffee and asks for a minute on the food. You know he did that for you – he’ll be having pancakes for sure.

“Would you hold it against me if I said I don’t want to go back to school?” you ask.

“Of course not,” he replies, “Is it because of us? Or something different?”

“A little,” you admit, “I just feel different when I’m with you. Less guarded, kind of.”

He nods, “What about Emma?”

You shrug, feigning nonchalance, when really, you’d been unable to admit much about your feelings with respect to your relationship with Emma.

“She’s my best friend. She just–” you sigh and start over, “Emma has a certain way that things should go. I’ve never fit that, but she’s always loved me anyway. There are just things I can’t tell her, because, I don’t know, she’d think I was a prude, or–”

“Holy shit! Rafe?”

You freeze at the male voice behind you, sounding closer than ever. Rafe’s eyes leave yours, widening slightly when he sees whoever it is. You’re not sure what to do, a new twinge of anxiety settling in.

“Wow, man, it’s been a minute. I thought we were going to see you last weekend for sure, you never miss–”

“Kelce, please,” Rafe stops him, “I’m having breakfast with my girl. Don’t.”

You turn at the admission, ignoring the way your body reacts to the words my and girl in reference to you. You take in the guy who Rafe seems to know; he’s tall and handsome, a smile already plastered across his face. When he sees you, however, it drops a bit. You try not to take that to mean anything, but your mind goes crazy with insecurities on what that could mean.

“Um,” Kelce clears his throat, “Sorry, I–”

“Can we catch up some other time?” Rafe’s voice is turning urgent, and you’re struggling to keep up with all of this.

You look up at Kelce again and find that he’s already staring at you. Not in a way that makes you feel he’s being inappropriate, more that he’s analyzing you.

“Yeah, Cameron, sure. I just–” Kelce looks at you again and finally gives into whatever thought is bothering him, “Man, she looks so much like Ava.”

Your face falls at that, having no idea what this means. When you look at Rafe, his jaw is clenched so hard you swear it might break.

“Kelce,” he seethes.

“Shit, sorry, I shouldn’t have said that,” Kelce facepalms, “Dude, really. I’m sorry. It just took me by surprise–”

“I’ll shoot you a text sometime this week,” Rafe says, dismissing him with a wave.

“Okay, sure,” Kelce looks over at you, “Sorry. I didn’t mean to compare you to her, she was–”

“Kelce, don’t make me drag you away from this table.”

You can’t form even a small it’s okay when he smiles timidly at you before walking off, because suddenly, you can’t find the words for anything. You had no idea what just happened, and you’d said nothing throughout the entire thing. You swallow, your throat suddenly dry and your chest suddenly tight.

“Y/N, look at me,” Rafe says quietly.

You do as instructed, but you do it slowly. When your eyes meet his, your guard is up. His seems to be down.

“Who was that?” you ask weakly.

“Y/N,” he repeats, “I need you to relax.”

“Who is Ava?” you continue your questions, acting as if he never spoke.

He opens his mouth, but the waitress stops in front of the table with coffee, and he clamps it shut. You give her a small thank you and applaud yourself for having the courage to speak up that time.

“I can’t tell you about Ava here, honey. Please.”

You suck in a deep breath, “She looks just like me. Is she an ex-girlfriend or something?”

When he doesn’t answer right away, you let out a small, incredulous laugh and busy yourself with dumping creamer into your coffee. A part of you knows you’re just being insecure, but Rafe’s weirdness surrounding the entire subject is throwing you off even further. He’s not the type of guy who hides from things, he owns his shit. At least you thought he did.

“Y/N, please,” he begs.

You just shake your head, “Consider it forgotten.”

He knows you’re lying and so do you. You slide him the dish with the creamer containers, keeping the sugar for yourself.

“Please,” he repeats, “Please trust me.”

You swallow and look up at him from your coffee, extending your hand and silently asking for his own.

“I do.”

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technowoah · 3 years

Note

Wait imagine a fic where Jack and the reader are long distance or something and when Tubbo and Tommy are doing the man hunt irl the reader surprises Jack.

That would be cute I think 🤔

Just One Livestream

You surprise Jack with a spontaneous visit to the UK, little did you know that they were livestreaming.

- Jack Manifold x gen neutral!reader

- Anon Requested!

⚠︎ swearing, fluff!, not proofread

an// I hope yall enjoy! Much love! And sorry it came out so late I have no inspiration rn but imma get it done! Also I used the difference of American hours to London hours so sorry of

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"Love, why are you up early?" Jack asked through the phone.

You two were facetiming eachother as he propped his phone up on his dashboard while he started to drive. It was around 1 am for you and 6 am for Jack. Sadly you two were in a long distance relationship. You had met Jack when you were on a college trip to London to study abroad for 3 weeks. You were sad that you had to leave your home country, but this was a opportunity you couldn't oppose.

During this trip you had found a cafe that you would go to often. The first time you sat at the cafe alone you always noticed it was only you and this other man in the cafe. He was always on his computer and sat by a window, he always came early too, even earlier than you. As the days went on you continued to see him around more and he seemed to notice you as well. You made a note to yourself to always try and show up a tad bit earlier to the cafe to stay around the same time as he did.

You two got to know eachother throughout the three weeks you had to stay in London. The small nods became hellos, and the hellos turned into full on conversation by the window. He had told you his name was Jack Manifold and was kind of surprised when you didn't immediately know who he was. To him it was refreshing not to be immediately noticed based on his appearance. You both had exchanged numbers one day and after each morning you two would text non stop even during your classes. Luckily trying to get to know Jack changed your sleep schedule and because of that you always made it to class on time.

Jack was such an amazing guy to you, but during the first week you had developed a small crush on the man, and he had developed a crush on you too. The second week you two had ventured out onto different territory than the cafe. Jack started to call those small outings after class, dates and you weren't opposed to the dates at all you loved them. The second and third week were mostly dates and the night before you left he asked to be your boyfriend and of course you accepted not knowing the pain of a long distance relationship.

You had to answer his question on why you were up so early. "Yeah- Um, Im up because of you." You chuckled. "You changed my sleep schedule ever since I met you."

"Well you're welcome, because before me I heard you were missing classes." Jack payed attention to the road but still talked to you.

"Because I told you! And I am grateful, but there is nothing to do at one am here." You sighed while you started to walk around your room as you lied to him.

Jack was talking to you while you did a clean sweep around your house to check if you had everything for your trip.

Two weeks ago you had decided to pack your bags and take a trip back to London. Right now your flight will be leaving early in the morning and that's why you are up so early.

You wanted to surprise Jack instead of straight up telling him that you will be in the country. You missed him dearly, and this will be a great way to spend time together instead of seeing eachother across a screen. One of you had to make that sacrafice and that would be you.

While Jack continued to talk you checked everywhere to make sure you arent leaving anything behind.

"What are you doing, darling?" Jack asked and that snapped you out of your trance. "Are you even listening to me? Im hurt." Jack faked being hurt.

You smiled at him and shook your head. "Im sorry I wasn't listening. What were you saying?"

"I was saying, when you were ignoring me, that I'm going to the cafe right now and that we should plan a trip soon. I miss you." Jack confessed and you awed.

"I miss you too Jack! I hopw we can see each other soon." You tried to contain your smile as you hid your surprise.

"Me too."

Your plane finally landed as you let out a sigh of relief. You had collected all of your shit fast so you could finally get off of that horrible plane. Every stereotypical airplane scene happened to you in the hours you were on that plane. You had a child crying behind you with a mother who couldn't keep that child calm, you were sat next to a man who snored the whole ride here and you just felt cramped.

Sadly you couldn't return any of Jack's messages or calls that you saw when you were in the airplane terminal. You tried calling him twice but they both went to voicemail while you rolled your bag through the huge building. Finding yourself outside you ordered an Uber and once you did that your phone began to ring showing Jack's name and picture of you two together on the screen.

You quickly answered the phone. "Hey!"

"Hi!" Jack chuckled. "I called like, 17 times!"

"I know! Im sorry. I was busy." You weren't lying getting a plane and basically leaving early in the morning and arriving in the afternoon in London. "So, what are you doing today?"

"I am hanging out with Tommy and Tubbo at the park! Im picking them up now!" Jack responded and you heard him close his car door.

"Which park?" You asked quickly as you saw your Uber arrive.

Jack started to laugh. "Uh I'll text you the park I guess. Why would you want to know?"

"No reason! I just want to make sure you are safe. Dont make me call 999." You tried to joke around and take the attention off of your question.

"I cant believe you still remember 999." Jack laughed.

"I still do!" You said as you got inside your Uber and gave the driver the directions to your hotel forgetting that Jack was on the other line.

"Wait hotel?" Jack questioned through the phone.

"Hotel? What are you talking about?" You acted oblivious.

"I- I thought you were talking about a hotel." Jack hesitated.

"No!" You tried to cover up your mistake.

"Well Im going to pick up Tommy soon. I'll talk to you later okay? Answer my calls this time!" Jack chuckled.

"I definitely will!"

You had recived the name of the park you were surprising Jack at. You began to walk around the parking lot after you got dropped off and noticed his car sitting there. There were tons of people at the park today and you didn't know where he would be. As you walked on the dirt trails of the park your thoughts took over, what if you made a mistake and should've told Jack that you were here in London and wanted to meet up at the cafe?

You looked at people as they passed by you ok the trail wishing that you had that energy that you had before, thinking that you would find Jack easily when in reality you were in a busy part of the park and he could be anywhere.

When you thought all hope was lost you heard some loud voices on the trail to your right. You were already walking aimlessly through the park and your first instinct was to go left and walk away from the loud voices, but then you heard something.

"Tommy this was a bad idea!"

"I dont think it was!"

You stood in the "intersection" of the dirt trails thinking that you heard those voices right. You rounded the corner and followed right to see Tommy and Jack doubled over, out of breath while Tubbo was still standing up breathing heavily. There were far away from you, but not far away that you couldn't see them clearly.

You began to call out to them. "Tommy! Jack! Tub-"

They quickly turned around and took off running. Confused on why they were doing that you took off running after them trying to tell them to stop. They were yelling and you were yelling and getting weird glances from stangers, and you dont blame them. You're chasing after your boyfriend and his two friends in a quiet public park. You continued to hear their groans of tiredness and their speed started to slow down.

"Jack! Tommy! Wait up!" You yelled out of breath as you slowed down as well.

"We give up! We give up!" Tubbo yelled and came to a complete stop while trying to catch his breath. He turned around to finally face you. "Y/N?!"

"Wait what?!"

"You're here?!" Jack ran up to you and gave you a bone crushing hug, rocking you two back and forth.

"I am! And Im our of breath thanks to you three." You said while still hugging Jack.

"M'sorry I thought you were a fan and I took off and they followed suit I guess." Tommy rubbed his forehead.

"A fan?" You questioned and Tommy and Tubbo lifted their phones up gesturing that they were recording.

"We're doing manhunt in real life, darling." Jack kissed your temple and wrapped his arn around your waist, holding you tight.

"Next time look before you run okay." You smiled still out of breath while kissing Jack's cheek.

"Enough with the PDA!" Tubbo yelled still recording you two.

"We havent even started!" Jack yelled back giving you a huge hug. Jack closed the distance between you two and gave you a passionate kiss on the lips while the two boys groaned in disgust.

"I think that's enough streaming for today boys." Tommy sighed.

"Sorry again, love. That won't happen again."

You and Jack walked hand in hand down the streets of London. People had to walk around you two because you were basically taking up the whole sidewalk and you weren't letting go of his hand anytime soon.

"It better not! I dont want to run after you again." You smiled as you bumped shoulders.

"And you wont have to!" He smiled back at you as you two continued to walk and people dodged the two of you.

"Have you ever thought of moving here?" Jack asked out of nowhere.

"I have actually! On the plane ride here I thought of leaving and moving to London." You thought about it constantly. It was nice being close to Jack and it was a major risk.

"Well wherever you're ready, I'll be here for you." Jack kissed your cheek. "And I wont run away when you come here!"

You two finally made it to your destination which was the cafe you two met at. It was busy at this time because it was the middle of the day and not the beginning. You two entered and took your seats by the window where you two usually sat.

"I love you. I missed this." Jack said.

"I love you too! And of course I missed this. Maybe you can show me more places around London and convince me to stay longer." You gave him a proposal.

"Longer than what?" Jack asked.

"Four weeks." You grinned.

Jack grabbed both of your hands and kissed the back of them. "Hell yeah. I get you for more than four weeks?!"

"That's if you show me places to stay longer." You teased.

"Okay babe. You like ferris wheels?"

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joansiefics · 3 years

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Hey!! I just saw your prompt post and I was wondering if I could request prompts 2 and 4 from the angst section with Steve Rogers? Fluffy ending? I'm just really in the Steve mood rn. Thanks❤️😘

No Bed Of Roses

STEVE ROGERS X READER

Prompt 2: "don't you hurt a single hair on her head"

Prompt 4: "I don't know where I am... please help"

SUMMARY: You get kidnapped on your way home from running errands and Steve comes to save you.

WARNINGS: Explicit Descriptions of Torturing (Cutting, Dislocations...), Kidnapping, Chloroform, Blood, Mentions of Death, Guns

A/N: The expression "no bed of roses" means not pleasant at all. And seeing that this fic is about an anniversary I accentuated and incorporated flowers in the fic. I'm sorry it took so long to write your request, but I hope you like the final product.

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~Flower #1: Peony - means Marriage~

You just finished decorating - roses strewn over the tablecloth accompanied by lit candles and fairy lights hanging by the entrance. It was your first marriage anniversary and you wanted it to be special. There were still three hours left before Steve would be home and you were almost done, you just needed to make your famous pumpkin pie. "Dang it!" you spoke aloud when you noticed your flour wasn't enough for the recipe. You rushed to the door and grabbed your keys on the way out.

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You payed for the flour, thanked the cashier and rushed back to your car. A few meters away from your car, you searched your purse for your keys and unfortunately didn't notice the two men creeping up on you.

~Flower #2: Aconite - means Be Cautious~

A calloused hand enclosed around your mouth, muffling your cries for help, as the other arm snaked around your waist, preventing you from escaping. Another man's hand came into your peripheral vision, a torn rag in his hand. You struggled against the arm around your waist, screaming against his filthy, sour tasting hand and kicking your legs wildly. The rag was forced into your face, even though you twisted your head from left to right, holding your breath and doing everything in your power to escape the drowsiness. After about five minutes of useless struggling, black spots started to cloud your vision, the fight fully escaped from your body and you fell numb into your attacker's arms.

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~Flower #3: White Rose - means Silence~

When you opened your eyes, the dark was exchanged for more darkness. You relied on your hearing to inform you of your surroundings - a dripping faucet, the roof's thermal expansion and contraction and silence. The sudden presence of a fluorescent light directed directly into your eyes had you squinting. "Sleeping Beauty finally awakes" a loud voice booms from somewhere in front of you. You try opening your eyes against the bright light to find the source of the goosebump-eliciting voice. "Who are you and what do you what from me?" you strenuously ask. A dry cough threatens to escape your parched throat and makes you gag, before you collect the most possible saliva to swallow. "We'll leave our identity a riddle for you to figure out while we wait for your Captain to show up"

'No, no, no, no...HYDRA...Steve fought so hard against them, he'll be devastated' you think "Well, then I'll have all the time in the world, he's not coming to save me" you say, hoping that it came across more convincing than it felt "We both know you're lying princess" "Don't call me princess" you seethe. "We need to do something about your snarky remarks, princess." he tuts as he walks to the corner of the room and for the first time you see the trolley decorated with tools. "With what do you want to start?" he asks fake politely. "You choose" you say with fake bravery masking your utter terror. "Let's see if we can shut your pretty mouth up first." He picks up a knife and slowly stalks towards you.

~Flower #4: Marigold - means Pain~

When he gets to you, he forces your mouth open - his long fingernails digging into your soft, rosy cheeks. He musters up all his saliva, stores it at the tip of his tongue and spits the ball of slime into the back of your throat. You choke on the warm liquid, traveling down your throat as he shakes your head to ensure that you swallowed all the given saliva. Once you swallowed everything you look your kidnapper in the eyes "thank you so much, I was so thirsty" "Let's see if you'll be so outspoken when I cut your tongue" he digs his nails deeper, drawing blood as you try to close your mouth. He forces the knife's blade into your mouth.

The cut is made at the tip of your tongue - not deep enough to cut the tip off, but just deep enough to let it bleed profusely. A scream escapes your lungs and the tears sting behind your eyes. "Not so brave now sweetheart, huh?" he mocks. He takes a phone out of his pocket and clicks on a number. The phone rings once and then the other person picks up "Hello?" the person, you recognize as Steve, unsurely greets. "Captain, we have your pretty little wife over here" "Don't you hurt a single hair on her head!!" Steve yells fumingly. "Oops, too late" "let me talk to her" Steve urgently orders, hands clenched into fists. "No, no, no captain...why don't I show you" your kidnapper switches the call over to video call and focuses the camera on you. He grabs your cheeks again, forcing your mouth open. Then he grabs a pair of pliers and pull at the tip of your tongue, to show Steve the damage that has been done.

You don't know when your tears started falling - maybe when you saw Steve or maybe when your tongue was cut into, but they were now flowing down your cheeks, stinging in the crescent shaped cuts of your kidnapper's nails. "Just hold on sweetheart, I'm going to get you out of there okay?" 'He is probably still at work... how long have I been here? Less than three hours?' You attempted to speak but you rather hissed at the pain when your tongue touched your upper palate. Steve's heart clenched at the sight of your fear stricken face, contorting in pain. "Here's the deal, we let your pretty princess go free when you hand yourself in" the kidnapper speaks up. "Deal, but I swear if you hurt her even more I won't hesitate to kill you" and with that Steve hangs up.

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~Flower #5: Balsamine - means Impatient~

"I think he forgot about you princess" the kidnapper says, impatiently looking at his watch and walking the room up and down. When nearly twenty minutes have passed since the phone call, your kidnapper lost patience. He harshly yanked you up, by your hair, from the chair and pulled you after him - your feet sweeping the floor clean. At the other side of the room he let go of your hair and kicked you over onto your stomach. He gripped your tied up wrists and cut the rope loose, only to secure your wrists with a much stronger and longer rope. You could feel the sisal rubbing over your already lacerated wrists and feel the blood trickling down your fingers.

When your kidnapper was sure that you could not escape the bonds, he hauled you up by holding the other side of the rope. He lead you to a contraption where he made you climb the three stairs upwards. He positioned you that your back was to the pole-like-contraption and then tied the longer end of the rope (behind your back) to it. He quickly got off and pulled the handle which made the platform disappear from your under your feet and you fell with a big force to the ground, being pulled back by the rope just before your feet could touch the ground. You screamed as you felt your shoulder pop out of its socket - the pain electrifying every cell in your body.

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~Flower #6: Iris - means Faith & Hope~

You have no idea how long you've been hanging from a rope - a shoulder dislocated, probably a broken rib, lacerated wrists and a slit tongue. The distant sound of gunshots alert your kidnapper, but you hang numbly and exhausted. 'Where's Steve? I know he'll come for me, it's just a matter of time' you try to talk some sense into yourself, before you completely think that Steve has abandoned you. "Don't let them get the girl, she's our only leverage!!" your kidnapper yells through his comms to the soldiers, but he is met with static. "Your captain has come to rescue you... and now we have him right where we want him. He'll pay for all the destruction he caused." he has a disgusting smirk on his face, eyes glowing with evilness. "Sir, we need you on the field, all our backup is dead!" a panicked voice makes its way through the static and over the comms. "Stay right here you filthy female and don't make a sound or I won't hesitate to cut out your entire tongue out when I get back" he snarls before running out to the battlefield.

'If I yell someone might hear me and save me, or that freak will come back and cut out my tongue. Maybe I'll die when he does that, then I won't have to suffer anymore... it's worth a try' and then you start yelling with every ounce of energy and air left in your lungs. "Heeeeelp!!!" you cry out. The sound of your cries echoes through the room and into the hallway just outside the room. "Y/N?!" it takes a moment before you realize that it's not your echo boomeranging but someone calling out to you. "I don't know where I am...please help me!!!" you yell.

Steve follows your voice as the other Avengers fight of more HYDRA agents. When he enters the room and sees your hanging figure his heart breaks into pieces, shattering on the floor. "Y/N?" he carefully asks, to make his presence known. He slowly walks closer to you, purposely making his steps louder for you to hear and not to startle you. You lift your head up a bit, seeing Steve, before your head falls back down, your chin touching your collar bone. Steve assesses the entire contraption as he takes a few more steps closer to you.

~Flower #7: Gladiolus - means Heroism~

When Steve is standing in front of you, he carefully lifts your chin to make you look him in the eyes. "Steve" you whisper, throat dry, lips sticking together and tongue aching. "I'm here sweetheart" he comforts you, because he knows you'll need it to pull the next part off. "Sweetheart, I need you to listen to me" "hmn" you acknowledge him. "I'm going to cut the rope from this contraption and I'm going to hold you so you don't fall, I just need you to trust me and work with me" "okay" your small voice, make tears burn at the back of Steve's eyes and he has to fight hard to suppress them. He snakes an arm around your waist and cuts the rope, making you fall over his broad shoulders (fireman style carrying). A disgruntled sound leaves your throat when your shoulder flops around limply. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry" Steve apologizes.

He carries you to the middle of the room and lays you down. He takes of his jacket, folds it and put it under your head as a pillow. "Sweetheart?" he lightly shakes your uninjured shoulder to get your attention. "Can you tell me where it hurts?" you nod your head 'no' before closing your eyes again. "I know you're tired, but you gotta stay awake just a little while longer okay?" You open your eyes again and Steve asks the same question "can you tell me where it hurts, sweetheart?" "my tongue" Steve knows about your tongue, but he lets you finish. "my shoulder" he saw your shoulder was out out of place when he cut the rope loose. "my ribs and my wrists" "Is that all?" Steve asks, and you just give him a simple nod, too tired and sore to talk.

"I'm going to first take a look at your shoulder" Steve says. He quickly informs the team of your whereabouts and then focuses all his attention back to you. He lifts your arm up, supports your shoulder with his one hand and pulls as hard as he can towards him. A high pitched scream leaves you, once again. "It's done, it's done" Steve cooes as he rubs his hands over your arms.

Just them Bucky and Natasha arrives at the scene. "It's all clear" Bucky relays to Steve. "Thanks guys" Steve thanks, gently picking you up bridal style and carrying you to the Quinjet.

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At the compound you were professionally taken care of. And later that night, you woke up to the soft 40's music playing in the background, Steve holding your hand and flowers next to your bed, with a note attached to it - "I love you so much Y/N, and nothing will ever take you away from me" You lightly tugged at Steve's hands and he woke up, but before he could speak you put your finger over his lips. "Just lie with me, please"

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lilxberry · 4 years

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Truth - Maddy Perez

Synopsis;

Maddy, during a party, was dared to pull quite the mean trick on you, who everyone seems to know had liked Maddy. What comes to follow certainly isn’t that of happy endings.

Warnings: Language. ANGST.

Words: 1,243 (if only the 3 and 4 were switched lmao)

Pairing: Maddy Perez x Reader. Maddy Perez x Nate Jacobs.

(A/N: Here’s part 2 to Dare. I’m definitely doing a part 3 ‘cause I’m feeling iffy with how this ended. Plus I have ideas to where I can take this now.)

Part 1: Dare

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After the embarrassment at the party during the weekend, you unfortunately still had to attend school today. You kept your head down in shame as you pass through the doors, not brave enough to meet anybody’s eye. It felt odd, being surrounded by so many people after isolating yourself from everyone for a few days.

As you walked along the hallways, heading towards the history class for first period, Maddy had her gaze set upon you. She felt a pang of guilt inside of her as she watched your form. She had only done the dare because Nate had roped her into the game. They had only recently gotten back together so she wanted to keep him happy.

The whole school had known of your feelings towards the girl and it appeared they had taken that knowledge and twisted it to fit into their sick game of Truth or Dare.

Maddy wouldn’t dare to speak of how she truly felt about you, especially when Nate is involved. Nate can become...violent when showing his possessive side and she knew that he would somehow hurt you as well as her if he even remotely felt he was losing Maddy to someone like you.

But Maddy’s secretive side stays as it implies. Secretive.

Oh how she wished she could go up to you, apologise and confess how she truly felt but this isn’t the same sodding game that was played Friday, this was real shit with real consequences which she couldn’t afford to go through.

Maddy inwardly sighed as to not raise suspicion with her boyfriend whom is placed beside her by her locker. She collected what she needed, closed her locker quickly and headed to class, hand in hand with Nate.

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You had gone through most of the day without many issues. The old look you received from your peers, in pity or amusement, were a less frequent occurrence than you had imagined they be which shocked you.

That changed once lunch time rolled around.

You made your way into the cafeteria like usual although more reserved, and sat at your usual table. You were halfway through your food when the large space had suddenly fell silent. Curious, you looked up and noticed Maddy heading towards you, just like that Friday at the party, a more sympathetic and sombre expression across her features this time.

“Hey. Can we talk?” If it wasn’t for the deathly quiet room, you’re almost certain you wouldn’t have heard her.

You scoffed. “Not really in the fucking mood for conversating, Perez.” She had slightly flinch at the use of her surname being spat out with a venomous tone.

Maddy regained her composure and exuded confidence as she spoke. “I’m not taking ‘no’ for an answer Y/N.”

You sighed as you realised the truth behind her words. If Maddy Perez was anything, it’s stubborn. You pushed your half empty tray forward as you stood up and made quick haste picking up your bag.

She turned on her heel and strutted towards the exit of the cafeteria with great speed, you trailing behind. Just by the silence that still remained, you knew all eyes were on the both of you as you walked.

She had led you towards the parking lot and towards her car. Maddy unlocked her vehicle and motioned for you to get in. You inwardly groaned as you rounded the car to the passengers side and climbed in. You situated yourself on to the passenger seat, body slightly turned, ready for Maddy to speak as tries to get comfortable herself.

Maddy finally broke the silence as she angled her body to face you. “I’m sorry. About Friday. It was a real dick move and I knew I shouldn’t have done it. I knew it would have fucked with you like that but I still went through with it and I’m sorry.”

You sat there silently, processing her words for what felt like hours but in actuality were only minutes. You sighed out before you looked her in the eye. “You never used to be like this, Mads. Ever since you started dating Nate, you’ve become this colossal bitch and I really fucking hate that. And I think you do too.”

Before she could utter a single word, you continued. “When I realised I liked you, it was before you changed into...this.” You motioned towards her with your hand. “I tried stopping whatever the fuck it was I was feeling for you but it didn’t fucking work. You were really fucking nice before Nate, Mads. It pissed me off to realise you changed so much for one prick who, by the way, does not treat you right.”

“I get it, okay! And I’m sorry! I’m really fucking sorry, Y/N.” Maddy exclaimed loudly, trying to show that she understands. You scoffed yet again at the words the girl spoke.

“I don’t think you do get it, not really. Shit, I was in love with you! What you did Friday was seriously fucked up! When everyone found out I liked you, I had so much shit off of people! I was even threatened by Nate when that shit came out, don’t you understand that?!” By this point, you were enraged at how the girl had made you feel. You noticed the steady flow of tears from her eyes and felt the build up of your own.

“I hate you, Maddy Perez.”

Those words wounded her to no end. Maddy had felt like she had been punched in the chest by Mike Tyson on repeat. Her heart had felt like it turned into fragile glass that had instantly shattered.

“You don’t mean that! You don’t mean that, Y/N!” She had began to sob as she shook her head vigorously, denying the existence of that hurtful sentence as much as she could muster.

Maddy quickly grabbed your face surged herself forward whilst pulling you towards her, crashing your lips together. You quickly broke away from her. “What the actual fuck, Maddy?!” You looked at her in surprise, anger and, much to Maddy’s dismay, disgust. “You just don’t know when to quit, do you?! What? Do you enjoy fucking with my head? HUH?!”

You had wiped the back of your hand across your mouth, harshly cleaning your lips of her gloss mixed with tears. You swung the door open and quickly scrambled to get out. Maddy pleaded with you as you exited her car but her pleas fell upon deaf ears. You refused to listen.

After she watched your form leave the parking lot and heading for the main gates through her blurred vision, Maddy released a guttural scream as she wailed in anguish over pushing you so far that you had eventually left.

Forcing herself to calm down, Maddy decided that she couldn’t go back in. Typing a quick text to Nate with trembling hands, she placed her phone on to her lap and began to drive home.

‘not feeling too great rn, heading home. speak later xx’

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Nate looked down at his phone and his jaw clenched. He would have believed her if he hadn’t witnessed the whole ordeal between his girlfriend and yourself. He was pissed but he knew how to work the situation in his favour.

He believed Maddy was made solely for him and him alone. He wasn’t going to share and he wasn’t going to play fair.

No one snatches what’s his and gets away with it.

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I mean, Idek what to say about this

It could definitively be both better and worse. Y’all got to remember that I only started writing fics at the end of November PLUS I’m juggling this with college lmao

Anyway, I hope you enjoy

As always, constructive criticism and requests are welcomed and greatly appreciated :D

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bittersweetmorality · 3 years

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can i please get a hawks hurt / comfort fix please 🥺🥺 like him waking up from a nightmare abt his childhood and u comforting him and cuddling him and making him feel better:)

THANK YOU SO SO MUCH FOR THIS REQ IM GUNNA KISS U ON THE MOUTH ANON. YES !!! ugh hurt/comfort hawks is my biggest guilty pleasure bc i am one sad mf but i am a whore for hawks fluff . best of both worlds <3 also ! i'm so sorry it's short :(( 1,053 words is definitely short for my standards but ! i'm working on a lot of MHA stuff rn so keep an eye out ^_^

also this fic is definitely based off the song “First Day of my Life by Bright Eyes” cuz i listened to that song on REPEAT while writing this 😁🙏 definitely recommend listening to it while reading besties

— i love you more

☾ genre: hurt/comfort hawks fic !

☾ pairing: hawks x gn!s/o reader

☾ warnings: details of nightmares, heavy angst that pertains to emotional/physical abuse, cursing, just very sad and scared hawks :(

☾ w/c: 1,053

he was back in the dark living room— the one he was sure he escaped many years ago. the painfully familiar walls, despite the years of constant effort he put into repressing the memories. the memories of his father grabbing him by his neck with unrelenting strength, and thrusting him up against them, letting his breath ridden with alcohol and pure indifference fan against his cheek. the kind of indifference of a predator about to kill.

and all around him, no matter how much he sealed his eyes closed, covered his ears with all of his strength-- the retched smell of alcohol and his rotten memories were suffocating him.

why was he back here?

his heart began to race, feeling the way his fingers lost all heat and he felt his legs lose all bearings. his breathing an erratic, shaky pace, his eyes feeling cloudy from panic and pure fear as he scrambled through his dreadful surroundings in hopes of some sort of exit. but every step he took was completely useless. no matter how fast his legs moved, he still stood in the exact place he started.

he couldn’t escape.

footsteps could be heard echoing around him, getting louder and louder. it was haunting, like this moment was an exact replica of a night from many years ago. with his fixed position right in front of his father’s couch, and the weather of the night eerily quiet, as if the world was also terrified of the man slowly getting closer and closer to the helpless boy in the living room of a man who never loved him.

“keigo,” a gravely voice slurred from the other room, “keigo, fucking answer me. i know-- know you’re there.” he recognized it all-- the hiccup between his words, the genuine anger in his voice when he addressed him.

keigo blinked, and when he opened them again, his father appeared right in front of him, a large, half-drunk translucent bottle in hand.

"why the fuck didn't you respond? i fucking-- fucking called you, didn't i?" now that he was just mere centimeters from his ears, his voice sounded even more terrifying than his memory could ever bring justice.

his gaze followed the arm of his father that was holding the bottle, that was beginning to rise, and came straight down towards his head with pinpoint accuracy--

and keigo's eyes snapped open.

a thick sheen of cold sweat collected all over his shaking, trembling body. he wasn't able to identify his surroundings, his nightmare replaying itself with seemingly more lucidity than the first time. he still saw the haunting figure of his father at the foot of his bed, and as his breathing came in sharp, short breaths, he felt you sit up immediately.

you shot up from your slumber at the sound of keigo's sobbing, his knees pulled up to his chest, and his face buried between them as you saw his body shake violently. you've never seen him this unraveled; in this much pain.

"keigo? honey?" you softly called out, gently reaching out to him.

as your hand caressed him, you felt him tense under you for a split second, causing him to shoot up from his position to look at the source of the contact. as his eyes fell onto your gentle touch, he collapsed into you without thinking twice, holding onto you for dear life while you cradled him on instinct.

"hey... shh... baby, i'm here. you're safe. it's me, yeah? no one else is here except me and you," you shushed. you knew he occasionally suffered from devastating nightmares, and because of it, you were able to know exactly how to calm him down.

although his sobs didn't seem to subside much, you could feel the way he began to relax into you, as if he was aware that it really was you, not a part of his terrifying nightmare.

he knew you were always there for him.

you shifted from your upright sitting position into a lied down, comfortable spooning position, holding him against your chest while carefully stroking his hair. you waited until he had calmed down enough before trying to speak to him again.

"...nightmare," he mumbled against you.

"i figured, baby," you planted a soft kiss against his hair, "i've got you. you're safe."

he sniffled in response, nuzzling his face deeper into your embrace. you softly rubbed your palm over the expanse of his back to soothe him, and ultimately ground him-- remind him that this was the real world, not the nightmare.

"he was back." keigo shuddered.

you couldn't help the small droplets forming in the corners of your eyes, "honey... i'm so sorry. so... so sorry. i know how scary he is. but..." you took a deep breath,

"but he's not here. he's not back. god, i wish i could get rid of him inside your head like we were able to in reality. but right now, it's only me. me, and your comfy bed, and your comfy blanket, and your comfy pajamas, yeah?" you lifted his head up by his chin to make him look up at you as you spoke.

"yeah?" you repeated.

he slowly nodded.

"yeah, j-just you. and... and my comfy blanket..."

"mhm, your favorite blanket. the fluffy one you like to run your fingers across. why don't you try it right now, sweetheart?"

he took many deep breaths as he held the blanket close to him, running his fingers through it to remind himself that he was okay-- his father wasn't here, because the nightmare wasn't real.

the blanket was real. the calming lavender scent on the bedroom was real.

you were real.

he took one final deep breath, opening his eyes to look at you again. your face illuminated by the soft moonlight, perfectly casting your concerned, but gentle expression.

"thank you..."

you could barely hear the words that escaped his lips, but even so you knew how much he meant them.

"of course, keigo... i'll always be here. always. you know you always have me, and i'll be here to remind you no matter what."

he finally released all of the tension in his body, fully relaxing in your warm embrace.

"goodnight, sweetheart," you whispered, planting one final kiss.

"...i love you" he whispered back.

"i love you more."

masterlist

#keigo takami #hawks x reader #hawks x gn!reader #hawks x gender neutral reader #hawks x you #keigo takami x reader #keigo x reader #keigo fluff #mha fluff #mha hawks #mha angst #hawks angst #my hero academia #mha x reader #morality.reqs

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Eagles: The Plan (4x7)

1. Sorry not sorry. Im ready for them to tear Jack’s ass UP!

Klara… I guess since Jack didn’t frame you for domestic abuse it’s easy to say “move on”. Your friiiend still gets bullied over this man’s lies. Girl, what are you saying rn?

2. Ngl if I was Ludde I would be epically pissed too! We’re supposed to be close and I have to learn that you’re confiding in my ex after I’ve been begging for weeks for you to tell me what’s going on.

Sam is looking at Andreas like wtf… he is one patient man.

3. Sweat you rim of the devil’s asshole!

4. It’s not even fair. It’s like I wanna be pissed at Andreas but he could literally drop dead at any moment. This whole situation… We gonna throw Ludde a bone? This literally to sad to watch 🥴

5. Andreas I’m sorry but nobody is trying to get your ass sent to jail when you got one foot already past the pearly white gates.

Jack coming back… this sounds like a disaster. Y’all gonna confront this fool after the game bro… on school property

Sam get your man, he’s becoming delirious.

Elias taking public lashings, yes!!

Y’all this deliberation is too funny. Oh no, we’re laying out personal drama now. YIKES.

I can definitely see all of them ambushing him in the end.

6. Amie and Elias… y’all are not fixing this quick enough for me.

Elias is really trying to flip it so that Amie is the ‘Mats’ in their situation. I’m sick.

Baby girl, I love you but we are gonna need to aim higher than USA. We are utter gutter over here…

Not Elias saying hockey isn’t the only thing he loves… He walked a good 4-5 steps towards her to say that then just walks away. Just wretched!

7. You know if Ludde got revenge on the dudes who busted his leg, I wouldn’t mind seeing that. But this season isn’t about revenge it’s about ✨growth✨

8. Not the mama telling Klara’s assistant to leave 😭

9. WOW bro. WOW. Naima in the hospital!Everyone is at their lowest. Felicia was so happy the phone answered too 😭

10. I really feel like something is gonna go wrong. Fucking A… of course Andreas is coughing up a lung.

11. An Amie and Ludde scene… when is the last time i’ve seen that??🥺

12. I already know who’s knocking on this girl’s door…

HOLD AWN!! How does he know where tf she lives???

13. Wait wait wait wait wait. No no no no no. HE DID NOT JUST PASS OUT!

I thought taking a bite out of that burger was supposed to symbolize him getting better? I’m sick.

14. Jack really just bussed in Felicia’s house wtf. Where are the crutches when you need them? I would light his ass up so quick.

It’s cause and effect. Jack should have just sat there and ate his food. He’s ruining lives and thinking these folks won’t come to collect.

Jack drove Andreas to the hospital… hmm. He still ain’t shit though.

NOT THE GUN! This motherfucker is out of this WORLD! FELICIA WHY ARE YOU TOUCHING IT????

I can’t..

15. Amie found Elias! She’s trying to wake her baby up ohmygash. Wow they are really trying to stick me in my feelings.

16. Crying on my damn couch ain’t gonna bring you sympathy or salvation.

Felicia wtf are you talking about??? This is the spawn from hell!

You know, maybe I’d lie too for him to get the hell outta my house.

17. Elias and Amie’s longing ass stare in the background. Can we just make up and make out like what are we doing…?

18. Ok something about people still thinking Ludde is a domestic abuser doesn’t sit right with me… Also, I was kinda hoping Jack wouldn’t go willingly in to the good night. I wanted him to put up a fight all the way. That would have made him going to jail a little sweeter

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holding on | emily prentiss x reader & spencer reid x reader | ch. 3: just the way you are

Chapter Summary: Spencer’s day after.

Contains: mentions of death.

Word Count: 2k

Comments: haha, uni is kicking my ass! sorry for the three weeks it took to post this, this chapter would just not write itself :( also i literally have future chapters finished but i need to get the in between chapters done before that so sorry! a lot may not have happened but spencer is seeing something here. he hasn't been able to come to a conclusion quite yet but he will soon... but will it be before the reader spills? also yeah, this story is filled with headcanons because i can't help myself! :D

i love jj but she gives off overbearing vibes and rn spencer needs some space from everyone that reminds him of emily/will only want to talk about his feelings. little does he know for that first part...

the next chapter is the funeral and after party!!! hope you enjoyed the chapter! lemme know what you think!

masterlist | read on ao3

I would not leave you in times of trouble

We never could have come this far, mmm

I took the good times, I'll take the bad times

I'll take you just the way you are

- Billy Joel, Just The Way You Are

When Spencer enters the room, it reveals relieved coworkers. JJ is the first one to approach him, eyes red and worry evident on her face. She pulls him into a hug as soon as she reaches him.

“Spencer, we were so worried when you left last night,” her whisper might as well be a scolding in his ears but he’ll take it because he never meant to worry his team, not like this. She pulls away and cradles his face gently in her hands.

“I’m sorry… I didn’t realize how bad it would seem to everyone. I… I didn’t want to make anyone worry after everything else.” He closes his eyes, not wanting to see the emotions that will only bring him to his knees.

Derek speaks up then and it’s like he knows. “Well, I’m glad you’re here, kid.” Looking at him, Spencer can tell he hasn’t slept and has cried the whole night through. If he had stayed with them, he likely would look the same. As it is, he barely got a few hours asleep, as haunted as his dreams were.

“Me too.”

His team is in shambles. It’s not just that Emily has gone away and left them, left him, like Gideon or Elle. No, she’s never coming back because she is dead, just like every other cadaver they’ve encountered in their line of work. Statistically speaking, death in their line of work was highly likely and it’s a miracle he’s managed to avoid it for so long.

Perhaps it’s because Emily has always been impressive but he’d never thought she’d be the one to die. If anything, he’d bet himself before anyone else on his team.

His team is talking to one another and Spencer can’t hear anything they’re saying. All their words are blurring into unintelligible words and the only thing he can see are their faces.

Rossi is a slab of stone being chipped at little by little into something unrecognizable. Hotch’s eyes are red and his face is pale and an ever looming cloud of guilt surrounds him. He wonders why; it wasn’t his fault she died. Morgan is much the same but there is an anger in him that he hasn’t seen before.

Morgan’s anger simmers underneath his skin; he’s frustrated that he wasn’t fast enough to save her or to catch Doyle. His sadness has become eclipsed for now but he knows it’s there, buried under the guilt and rage he feels. Perhaps it’s because Garcia takes on the brunt of it, the grief is written all over her face. She’s always worn her emotions on her sleeve and this hasn’t changed. He chooses not to look at her because if he does, he’s not sure he’ll be able to keep it together. Someone so vulnerable makes him want to do the same and he feels vulnerable enough as it is.

JJ is like Hotch, guilt and grief clouds her. She keeps sweeping her hair back and chewing on her cheek, a habit when she doesn’t want to focus on what’s plaguing her.

Their tells are obvious to him and he’s memorized all of them, every little action they’ve done is cataloged in his brain and this is no different. He had already known what they’d be like and what they’d do when he saw them.

He hears Ambassador Prentiss’ voice stutter when she asks why Hotch has called and he wonders if she already knows and wants to hear it before she comes down so she can grieve on her own time. He stays quiet and that’s as good as confirmation for her because her breath hitches and she says she’ll be down in an hour.

Emily never spoke much of her mother but she takes- took after her greatly. They share the same face and hair color. It’s like her mother had asexually produced because he sees no difference between the two; there was no bit of her father in Emily. The only difference between the two are the crow’s feet and smile lines on her mother’s face and he realizes that Emily will grow to her mother’s age because she died too young.

Hotch delivers the news, as expected of his status of Unit Chief, and Ambassador Prentiss is stoic and nods at the news of her only child’s death. She asks for details and Hotch is only able to give her the bare minimum and she only nods and thanks him and the rest of them. She goes up to Morgan and takes his hands into her own and whispers something only for his ears. He stiffens but nods and she goes away with the request that they inform her of their decision of when the funeral is and that she’ll pay for everything.

It’s a bit cold the way she all but announces how she doesn’t want to be included in the planning of her daughter’s funeral but Emily always had described her as cold and distant, loving only in private and when convenient.

The planning process takes up the rest of the afternoon and it passes him by quickly and he knows it’s mostly because he disassociated through most of it. JJ and Hotch shot him with worried glances all day and he just wants to go back to your apartment. He doesn’t want to go to his apartment just yet, not when he'll have to come face to face with the reminders of her in his own apartment.

The funeral is booked three days away and he shoots you a text and you respond a minute later with a simple thumbs up.

He tells the team he’ll be heading out and unsurprisingly JJ speaks up over this.

“Are you sure you want to go back home? I can give you a ride or you can come over. I don’t want you to be alone, Spencer.” Her voice is meant to be soothing in that maternal way she’s learned but it grates at his nerves. He doesn’t need to be babied. He knows she’s just worried about him but Emily’s death has left him exposed in a way that throws him off his rhythm.

“Thanks JJ, but a friend is picking me up. I’ll be staying with her tonight.” The team exchanges looks in a way that is meant to be subtle but Spencer has always had an eye for details so he doesn’t miss it but he doesn’t call it out.

“Oh well, okay, if you’re sure…?” He nods and she acquiesces but says she’ll walk him out. She waits with him outside while he waits for you. You pull up in your car with his favorite Billy Joel song on and he can’t help the tiny grin that spreads on his face.

You look tired but happy to see him and he knows that JJ probably wants to examine you but he really just wants to get out of here and cuts her off before she can say anything and says goodbye to her while getting into your car.

He can smell the aroma of Italian in the backseat and he knows you went to the little restaurant he frequents after a bad case because the food reminds him of when his mother used to order takeout because much like himself, she was a disaster in the kitchen. It made him happy that you remembered.

Billy Joel’s velvet voice is enough to fill the silence. He watches you as you drive, noticing how you tap your fingertips to the beat of the song on the steering wheel and how it’s obvious now that you’re distracting yourself from something. He hadn’t been able to see it before because he was too lost in his own grief but there was something off about your demeanor.

When you finally arrive back at your apartment, he finds it to be cleaner than it was in the morning and set for maximum comfort. Your couch is covered with soft, thick blankets with animals on them, cobijas, you had called them. He’s fairly certain that just means blanket in Spanish. The table that is usually in the middle of your living room is pushed closer to the couch and it’s where you set the food at so he assumes it’s where the two of you will be eating.

Your record player is playing jazz music. A compromise, you had told him one evening, appealing to his classical music needs with it’s long instrumentals and your love of their crooning and smooth voices.

“Hey, Spence, what do we feel like drinking tonight?” Your voice jolts him out of his observations and he looks towards you where you’re peering at the available drinks in your fridge, two ice-filled glasses set on the counter beside you.

“Arnold Palmer?” You hum and grab two pitchers from your fridge and set it out on the counter and he watches as you mix the two together so it’s not separated. You set the two pitchers back into the fridge and bring the two drinks to where he’s sitting, handing him one and placing the other on your coaster.

He watches as you take out the food from the bags and put his own container in front of him along with two pieces of garlic bread and his own fork and napkin.

Once you’re all done, you take a drink from your glass and open your container and take a bite of your usual order. He follows quickly after, knowing from experience how rapidly the food can get cold.

Time passes by and eventually the food gets finished and you’re both left alone with Billie Holiday’s voice filling the silence.

You’re nibbling on the last piece of garlic bread, your eyes focused idly on your bookshelf but more specifically on a collection of Emily Dickinson poems. He files away the fact that he’s seen this specific book somewhere and decides to ask at another time.

Once you finish, you lean your head against his shoulder and wrap your arms around his midsection. He shifts so that you’re in a more comfortable position that lets you rest against him while he’s able to hold onto you as well.

Spencer can’t help but think that you always know what he needs without him needing to say anything. It’s something he hasn’t had since Elle or more accurately, Emily. It’s not even been a month and already, he craves her affection. He misses the impromptu Russian talks and the book sharing and her calming presence. You remind him so much of her. It’s like you've taken on some of her mannerisms. Perhaps it’s projection but he’s noticed for months now how you’ve changed bit by bit into someone similar to Emily.

You must have seen his tell because you look up at him, hand finding his own and squeezing it gently before bringing it to your wrist.

It’s the little things you do that bring him back to reality, no matter how painful it is. He’s not sure where he’d be right now. Most likely with JJ and her family, all the while feeling like a burden. With you, he feels vulnerable in a way he doesn’t mind. He’s known you for years and not once, have you ever made him feel small. It’s always been easy with you and he hopes the same can be said for you about him.

“Stop thinking right now, Spencer. We can do that later, like tomorrow. You need a break right now. I know it’s hard for your big brain to shut down so just focus on my pulse and match your breathing to mine.” Your voice is slightly muffled by his sweater and he can only nod and follow your instructions.

“Thank you.” He says after a while.

“ Always, Spencer.” And like always, you understand.

The words are never said but he’s sure you know it and he knows you feel the same.

#spencer reid x reader #emily prentiss x female reader #emily prentiss x reader #spencer reid fanfiction #emily prentiss fanfiction #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #my writing #holding on

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yozzers · 3 years

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vexos hcs and random notes

ill update as i go, because yes i do update my masterlists every once in awhile, i should probably add them to my pinned...

General

I sincerely hope they have a small living arrangement so I can inflict them with the pain of having to share almost everything with each other

I just want Shadow and Lync to share a bunk

Like to think that alongside Volt, Mylene and Lync were also recruited by Hydron

None of them officially joined until they were a bit older but probably trained to eventually join the Vexos; in the mean time they probably worked for Hydron or something like that

Volt recruited at 11; Lync a year later and Mylene following not long after (respectively 13, 8, 12 when they’re all gathered)

My reasoning to why Volt is patient with Lync’s antics and Mylene less so but doesn’t lash out as badly as you think she would around annoying little kids; grew up tgt moment

Spectra probably forced his way into the Vexos like “hiiii i see you dont have any Vexos members <3″ bcs obv he wasn’t using royal scientist dad privelages (i think, bcs Clay seems horrified abt Spectra being a Vexos and well, being Spectra)

Shadow had an advantage of being a nobleman (in terms of him being accepted into the Vexos’ ranks)

the Vexos and their set of rules magent-ed on the fridge door or something and every time they go over a page they have to staple/tape a new page on

Joined in this order, Volt, Spectra, Shadow, Mylene, Lync, Gus

Vexos being a “chance of death low but the chance is still there” type of job... they feel like idols girl help they are bakugan idol group who work for the government

sorry the way the vestal kids talk about them... going to treat the Vexos like a kpop group now

Spectra Phantom / Keith Fermin

[canon] son of a (royal?) scientist. definitely had it good and comfy

think it’d be REALLY funny if he already knew Shadow before he became Spectra, Shadow just doesn’t recognize him bcs of his stupid get up

throws childhood friends Shadow Spectra at you, just two weirdos

Keith specifically keeps Shadow from ever meeting his sister which is why neither of them really recognize each other

Pre-Spectra; probably would’ve been really into bakugan biology and what not. Feels like the kind of person to talk w/ his dad about “do you think we could change their appearance if we messed w/ their mechanical ball form or would it not carry over to their released forms”

this mf looks like a biology major i feel it in my guts

mom isn’t dead she just divorced Clay bcs he didn’t know how to balance family and work, good for her

probably lives in another city now, and it’s a bit more of a hassle to meet with her kids so they don’t see her as much but she is present in their lives (keep in contact in other ways)

probably went a bit silent when Keith went missing

didn’t bleach his eyebrows bcs he didn’t want to harm the skin around there and he never thought he’d take the mask off around others, or about how stupid he’d look without the mask

please please please please draw him with his pink hair roots in his MS fit he should've grown out some of his bleached hair by then

daddy issues is truly the root of evil

Gus Grav

Just Some Gut background; middle class just living life

[canon?] was going on a route to being an “idol brawler”, because that’s kind of what their brawls felt like, since it was all purely for show with some competition. it felt less like a sport and more spectacle.

Gus wanting to be an idol brawler is actually such a funny string of words put together I’m making that a thing, if he didn’t join the Vexos he would’ve been an idol brawler

I like the Gus needs glasses hc (shoutout to @marmeladebois ‘s post on that)

The hc of him being half human and Runo’s half brother is so good

Cooks well but refuses to help cook fr the Vexos (unless Spectra specifically asks) --> that job is usually left to Volt

not related but reminds me heavily of yugioh vrain’s Spectre (or other way around... Gus was the blueprint)

Shadow Prove

[handbook canon] a vestal nobleman

has an older brother (oc; Lux- casual Haos brawler)

inferiority complex or whatever, the only thing he bested his brother in was Bakugan

the Prove family being typical prim proper noble family and forcing Shadow to be repressed is something, but the Proves having the same kind of wavelength as Shadow but in different variations is funnier. They’re just Like That.

Probably not a military family, does work closely with the government still; um im thinking somewhere under the Fermins but not by much

Considered running away from home several times

Unwillingly has knowledge on Vestal classic literature/ music

hard clutching a wall whenever he wants to join in on discussions about it bcs he knows this stuff but no way is he going to make himself look like a nerd + hes not actually that interested

*debates you for fun and bcs i hate u <3*

You know how he doesn’t take his job as a Vexos member super seriously, I wonder:

did his parents force him to be a Vexos since he wasn’t interested in the political side of his family and probably against taking up anything related to it, so they had him do something that’d still be beneficial to the family?

joined to pursue a freedom he didn’t have as a nobleman and is now just taking it really easy?

has clowns > jesters debate with volt; obv he’s team clown, volt is team jester

incredibly irrelevant but if he was a human he’d be chinese, i’ve claimed him, prodigal son older brother and fail son dynamic is there

Mylene Ferrow

While I like the idea of her being from a military family, I want to make her like Ling Wen (TGCF) in the sense she started from the bottom and climbed to the top... it fits her ambitious nature of grasping for more, she hasn’t reached what she considers the top just yet...

[very Ling Wen specific but Mylene being put in jail fr crimes unknown to me and being recruited by Hydron bcs she kicked serious ass is an entertaining thought]

I like to think she’s closest to Shadow due to the fact he kind of forces his presence onto her so... not her choice in that matter. “annoying” to “endearingly annoying, you still aren’t getting special treatment though”

Ofc Volt and Lync are on the same level, but I think they all know when to give each other space so they’re more of a “we hold each other at a distance, but we’re aware of out closeness which is enough for us”

Then its Spectra and then Gus in the “closest to Mylene” scale; she just straight up hates Gus and it’s mutual

whoever made the “Mylene and Spectra were exes” hc I think it’s really funny so I’m adding it here

terrible fashion, she’s the one who chose the outfits when she and Shadow went to earth; her fashionable armor look she usually has was designed with Volt’s help, she just voiced what she generally wanted

Her red lipstick look was bcs she thought it’d make her look more serious/ intimidating (Volt and Lync approved, it rlly does work on her)

Shadow matches w/ her (via his red nails) after they get teamed up tgt several times bcs he thinks they’re basically the go-to duo matchup whenever they’re assigned work n it’d be cool

Very forthcoming about the fact she used to be considered a criminal and was from same rundown area Volt and Lync come from

She’s grateful she got out of jail but she still has no respect for Hydron and despite how much she tries to hide it she does make it pretty clear to him she doesn’t really like him

I wish I had more to say about her... but It’s all relationship esque, i think in general she’s enjoyable and good so what I want more out of her is character dynamics

Lync Volan

[eng dub] he has grandparents; whether they’re still alive or not is...?

was part of the same area Volt is from

probably aware of each other but didn’t really know each other

you sound like you have mommy issues

came from the same area as Volt, but lived further out and closer to those areas where there were some bits of nature left

ill expand on why he got picked up by Hydron another day lazy rn

Volt Luster

[canon] he’s from an area that just straight up looks like yugioh 5ds’ Satellite, and Hydron was the one who pulled him out of there

He says Hydron pulled him out of there when he was a kid? I’d assume at youngest it’d be like Hydron (8) and Volt (11)

has a neat collection of handmade jester dolls

lot more artistic than he seems

Had his guardian bakugan with him the longest; had Brontes even before he met Hydron

Would the others consider him weird fr having a talking Bakugan that acted friendly with him n cracked jokes?

#bakugan #croak

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littlemissvincentvega · 4 years

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Hi! I love your writing and how you manage to keep the characters realistic and believable. I would like an scenario in which Mr. Pink works with a reader who has the same terrible fashion sense as him (Hawaiian shirts 24/7) +bonus points if they arrive to a meeting with their shirts mixed up w/o noticing. Thank you and have a lovely day!!!

thank you!!! that means a lot babe 🥺💖 YES i love this request ahhh im so sorry it took me so long to get to! i’ve not really been writing lately but rn i have muse sooo here goes

i left it on a cliffhanger bc its funnier to me but yeah LMAO i hope its good enough babe!!! <3 also a bit of this is inspired by the office because i am a loser ok enjoy

content warning: bad language, homophobic slurs

“We look so cool,” you nod, a shit-eating grin plastered across your face.

Pink returns the grin, hands on his hips-- you’re standing side-by-side admiring yourselves in the mirror. “Yeah.”

“Yeah.”

Dorks. Utter dorks.

Two dorks that met in a thrift store shopping for those ugly Hawaiian shirts you wear pretty much every single day. Sometimes you even sleep in them (Pink’s, they’re bigger on you and comfier). You had approached him with a curious twinkle in your eye-- you’d frequented that very store for about year and spotted him once or twice. Pink was probably the only other person you’d seen there who actually bought the Hawaiian shirts. They were... a specific taste. Not many people liked them as much as you did. The man was a closed book at first (not much different to now, but that was Steve) but, after having a couple of coffee dates, he began to slowly show his feelings for you.

You’ve been together a good year by now and, after struggling with money for most of your life, he decided to gently introduce you to a life of organised crime. Of course he had made sure you were absolutely certain you wanted this, and you were. It seemed exciting. Dangerous. Something new and different. “Honey, we can be real partners in crime now,” you’d told him, grinning. That had forced a smile out of him.

The Cabots had welcomed you in with open arms-- Steve had told you he’d known them since he was a kid, and the way they talked gave that away. Joe seemed to care deeply about his employees despite his hard exterior, and Eddie was a great laugh-- an all-around genuine guy.

Fast-forward a couple of months and you’re now considered one of the Reservoir Dogs-- that’s what you call yourselves, anyway. Joe had decided on the name. He’d also decided not to elaborate on why the fuck he chose that name, but it sounded cool to you. So you weren’t fussed. But back to the Dogs-- there’s you, Mr. Purple, Steve, Mr. Pink. And the others are simply known as Mr. White, Mr. Orange, Mr. Blue, Mr. Brown and Mr. Blonde. You don’t know their real names. Perhaps in time you’ll get to know them better, but for now it’s for your own protection (and theirs).

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“Alright, gentlemen - lady - jeweller’s on 27th St. Easy job. You listenin’?”

A collective hum from everybody, and Joe’s expression hardened. “I said, are you listenin’?”

“Yeah.”

“Stop fidgeting, you asswipe,” you mutter, giving your boyfriend a glare, which he quickly returns.

“Can it, you two,” Eddie hisses.

“It’s this fucking stupid shirt, it’s too tight,” Pink scowls defensively.

“Hey-- it ain’t my fault you’re too fat for your fuckin’ clothes.”

Blonde chuckles. “You’re one to fuckin’ talk, Eds. You, uh, have a pack’a donuts for your breakfast this mornin’?”

“I’m warning you, asshole.”

“What is it with you and those ugly fuckin’ shirts, anyway?” Blonde questions, that general smugness about his face.

“I like your shirt, man,” Brown objects, earning an eyeroll from your boyfriend.

“That’s just what I wanted to fuckin’ hear. Mr. Faggot over here complimenting my dress sense.”

“Don’t be fucking rude, you little asshole!” you scowl, leaning over to flick him in the cheek. “He’s just being nice!”

He just ignores you, continuing to fiddle with his buttons. “I don’t know why I bought this fuckin’ thing. The buttons are on the wrong fucking side.” Well, that was it. As soon as he’d uttered those words, White began howling with husky laughter, followed by everyone else (although Brown didn’t know exactly what he was laughing at). Even Joe was snickering. Yep, he’s wearing your fucking shirt. And you’re wearing his.

Your hand finds your face, and you let out a defeated sigh. “Oh, you fucking idiot.”

#reservoir dogs x reader #reservoir dogs fanfic #reservoir dogs fanfiction #mr pink x reader #mr pink preference #mr pink fluff #mr pink fanfic

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samikozume-todoroki · 4 years

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Those bugs hc were amazing ( i was laughing so hard), what about some headcanons where the reader is now too small to reach something and the boys have to help her 👉👈

(Thank you so much! Glad it made you laugh🥺 as a smol bean; I am an inventor or spidermonkey no in between. And by boys I assume Shouto and Katsuki at the least, but I’m also doing Izuku and Kirishima!)

Characters: Shouto Todoroki, Katsuki Bakugou, Izuku Midoriya, Eijirou Kirishima

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Shouto Todoroki:

Mans walked into the pantry, fully intent on destroying the endeavor cereal that UA just stocked up

See you climbing on the shelves, hands losing their grip

Yoinks you so fast you don’t even realize he entered

(All I hear is the “STOOPID IM NOT GONNA LET YOU GET THE CHANCE” audio as I type this💀)

Actual photo of shouto yoinking you

Mans holds you by the collar of your shirt, staring at you with his beautiful eyes which are full of concern and worry

iTS NOT FAIR HES BOTH HOT AND A DECENT PERSON ITS NOT

“C-c-can you hel-help m-me?” Pouty and flustered the words are spit out

He puts you on the ground and goes behind you

!!! What r yO-

oh, okay

Mans picks you up by the armpits and you grab that yummy yummy Cinnamon Toast Crunch and the nasty bitch e*deavor cereal

He is so focused on how to destroy the cereal that when you lean up to give him a peck on the jaw, he stumbles

His heart just went DokiDoki!Precure

Scurrying out of the room like a rat (same😌💅✨) you don’t know that his left side flared up- destroying half the pantry

“Well at least the cereal got destroyed”

“YO! WHO DESTROYED THE MAC N CHEESE?! NOT COOL BRO”

“Half the pantry is burnt to a crisp and youRE comcerned about the Mac n cheese??”

“Ya??? Isn’t everyone??”

*everybody nods*

“Sigh”

Katsuki Bakugou:

Katsuki firmly believes in “fuck everyone, it’s every man for himself”

But there’s a secret clause hidden in page 101, paragraph 2, sentence 3, section FU-ck; 666

(I have no idea how shit like that works, so let’s roll with it🥰)

It states “it’s every man for himself unless the short stack can’t reach jack shit, then I could lend a hand if I want”

He enters the cleaning closet and sees you banging the broom on the bleach on the top shelf

“Thread the needle what the fuck broom fuck the handle sis it ain’t hard please-“ this close to tears and suddenly

Katsuki enters, grumbling about who knows what

“What? Did you see a speck of lint in the hallway that reminded you of Izuku?”

“No” (yes actually, damn nerds lint)

Now that a hot and more importantly tall boi was here

You banged on the bleach hoping it would annoy Katsuki enough to get it for you

✨backfired bitch✨

“You could just ask for help short stack”

😳😠🥺”pls help me”

He went to reach for the bleach, doing that “cage them in by getting super close” thing and

gETTING WAY TOO CLOSE LIKE SIR PLS BACK UP

I AM TRYING TO B R E A T H E

“I-I-I tha-thank y-you” 😳

“You’re welcome”

Said with such a cocky smirk, all embarassment is gone.

Pulling him down a bit by the collar of his shirt, and then

Kissing his cheek, you linger for a few seconds, releasing him skipping out the door

Mans blew up a shelf on accident

“Why is the shelf broken?”

“Bakugou”

“Ah, normal Tuesday then”

Izuku Midoriya:

Izuku was going into the kitchen for a snack

When he stumbled upon a snacc😍

A snacc that was on their knees on the counter (no feet on the counter, nasty bitch 🤢) and tipping backwards

Full cowled over and caught you, bridal style

“Y/n be more careful! What if I didn’t catch you?! You could have cracked your head open, broken your neck, or-

“But that didn’t happen because you were here!”☺️

“gotten an concussion fall asleep and slip into a coma, got a stroke that we didn’t notice and di-“

Blushy boy becomes a tomato

Not only from your words

But your beautiful eyes that shine so warmly and a smile that always cheers him up and lips that he’s imagined kissing a couple of times-

And your voice which is so gentle and happy and holds no doubt. The way you said he was there like he would always be there and you’ll always count on him and trust him

He’s just 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

(TAKE MY KITHES IZUKU BABIE ILY)

He sets you gently on the counter

“Can you get something for me?”

Man full cowls and within a second all the items on the top shelves are taken down and out on the counter

“I-I just needed salt??”

“Oh”😳 full cowls everything back but the salt.

You offer him some food and ask him to eat with you and this blushy simp boy is in

✨heaven✨

God y’all ain’t even dating and make everyone feel so so so single

“Oh my god, somebody please make them kiss already”

“Izuku and y/n are in the kitchen?”

“The sexual tension and mutual pining is infuriating and disgusting”

“Retweet”

“Even bakugou agrees”💀

Eijirou Kirishima:

You regret throwing stuff on the top shelf of your closet

Why did you, oh right because “you’ll never need it, and you don’t use it”

Well you need it now

Fuck.

Normally you would be an

😌💅✨independant woman✨💅😌

And get a chair and do it yourself

But the only chair is the rolling chair,

and idk man it’s slightly cloudy and Mars is in retrograde so you don’t really think it’s a good day to snap your neck

So you go to the common area to steal a boy 🤩

Seeing Eijirou first, his freshly showered appearance (the hair!!!) blessed your eyes

😍

“Ei~ Ji~ Rou~”

“Slightly scared, but yes y/n?”

“I need a tall, muscly man to help me”

He never got up so fast in his life, eyes sparkling

Eijirou’s man ego and pride was stroked and he was t h r i v i n g

His grin was so big and eyes so happy and please please please praise him and stroke his ego more I beg

Going to your room

Eiji was in heaven, first time in your room and he loved it already everything screamed you and he loved you so he loved it

(Hi I love simp Eiji and ack, I’m actually crying I simp for him so so so hard i🥺😭)

After grabbing your stuff,

You flashed him the prettiest smile

Your eyes reflected back his and it was the most beautiful piece of artwork he had ever seen

And softly, “thank you”

GAJSGHAHS Y/N TAKE ALL MY LOVE AND MY HEART I DONT NEED IT ANYWAYS

(Give him kithes rn 😠 I swear)

you invited him to stay and chat

All throughout it you were like

“Sir??? You do not get to be so handsome and pretty and funny and nice and a super good person”

Omg you actually teared up a little bit when Eiji was smiling and laughing boisterously

It was so cute and you were so in love and🥺🥺🥺

You guys were first on the floor, then the bed and desk chair, then across from each other on the bed, then next to each other on the bed and

wow now you both are sleeping and cuddling.

Kiri is wrapped around you and if he woke up in the middle of the night and snuggled your small form closer it’s not anyone’s business but his

“I hate them”

“Kirishima and y/n?”

“Who else?”

“Good lord you would think they are newlyweds”

“Always rubbing it in our faces that they are soulmates”

A/n: Shouto is emotionally constipated 😠 he doesn’t know he’s crushing😠 all he knows is that he feels things😠 that are nice and warm and make his fire activate😠 this is the second version, the first got deleted because of my own stupidity. I think After fiddling with this version for around an hour, I like it more than V1. 🥺 if anyone wants anymore boys from BNHA, or some HQ boy versions send a request! I’d be happy to do it!

I am in the process of planning out a Kid Krow songfic collection for BNHA and Haikyuu (separately) and I want to hear suggestions for which character for which song! Drop an ask or find the post I talk about it (under Sami speaks) and comment!

General Taglist (open! Ask or comment on this post to be on it): @mssyprsn

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hayden-thefuck-whywouldyoudothis · 3 years

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HAYDEN LORE

for @thatoneao3writer because i am too lazy to send an ask rn

not the happiest with how this turned out, but i believe it will suffice for now.

So, you know the hc that Glatt would haunt Michael on the Dream SMP? Well, guess what? I am obligated to traumatise a child as the Dream Kinnie of the discord, and so, I will be taking the place of Glatt.

The murderer replaces the dictator.

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Silence.

It always starts with silence, doesn’t it?

And for good reason.

It’s pure.

A clean slate.

Always was, always will be.

Right?

“No.” He shakes his head, “No, it’s not right. Listen, listen to me, Tubbo.” Ranboo grabs Tubbo by the shoulders, the optimal way to get the teen to listen, especially when he’s being stubborn. “You have to let him move through grief on his own. You can’t force it. You- you can’t-” Ranboo’s voice breaks, and Tubbo’s face softens, giving the taller a firm hug.

“Boo? Bo? Is everything okay?” Michael had snuck up on them. Tubbo and Ranboo share a look, before Ranboo forces a chuckle, picking his ‘son’ up to give him a hug.

“Hey Bub. Everythings just fine.” Ranboo assures the child, giving him a tight hug. Michael feels tears on his dad’s face, and pulls away from the hug. He watches his fathers face, contemplating. He giggles all of a sudden, putting his small hands on Ranboo’s cheeks, feeling him give a small smile, tears still streaming down his face.

“Dad!” Michael smiles. “I love you.” Ranboo smiles, pulling all three into a hug. After a beat, they separate, and Ranboo let's Michael down on the floor, urging him to go play and let the other two talk.

The tears are still there.

He does a good job of hiding the pain.

…

Michael listens.

What else would he do?

The two most important people in his life were distraught and trying so hard to hide it.

The more he listened, the more he learned. ‘Their close friend Tommy was grieving. They had all lost a friend. Their friend named Wilbur. He was a bad man, but he had been a good friend. He killed people. He-’

“So did I. Doesn’t make anyone special.” Someone says from behind where Michael is sitting. He looks around.

“Wh- who- who said th- that?” He manages to force out, There is a chuckle to his left, the voice sending shivers up his spine. There was something not right about it, it was off. Something moves, and a humanoid becomes visible. They are transparent, but their hands are burnt black, covered in ashes.

“Michael, right?” They ask, floating closer, eerily. Michael nods, recoiling when they offer a handshake. “Hmm,” They look Michael up and down, evaluating, analyzing. “You know, it feels good to be back.” Michael takes another good look. At first glance, they seem completely normal, at least before they speak. But then you look closer. You see the burn marks, and the ash, and the blood.

‘Why is there so much blood?’

“Well that has an easy answer! You should really be asking harder questions, Michael.” They laugh. It’s terrifying. “The blood is from the veins of the bodies dead at my feet, piling higher and higher. The blood of innocent people always was sweeter than that of the guilty.” And that's when the person moves, floating towards Ranboo and Tubbo. They don’t seem to notice. Michael gasps, and they look back at him, tilting their head and giving a smile. Without warning there is a dagger in each hand, at his parents' necks.

They don’t seem to mind.

Without thinking, Michael screams. It’s loud and heart-shattering. It’s like he was witnessing murder. Ranboo and Tubbo stop talking, running over to comfort the child. The person doesn’t move, just smiles.

“It was nice to meet me, right Michael? I would say the same in your own regard, but I’ve been watching for a long time. See you soon.”

And they disappear.

That was only the beginning.

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The next time they showed up, Michael was all alone. Ranboo and Tubbo had to leave, had ‘something to do’. Tommy had come and collected them late at night, right as Michael had gone to bed, this being one of the nights that Michael was staying in the Tower. Bad had helped him get ready for bed, making sure he had his chicken plush before saying goodnight and leaving, promising that Tubbo and Ranboo would be back by morning.

Michael knew the truth, that the two people who meant the most to him were most likely in danger at that very moment. He might be young, but he wasn’t stupid. In fact, he was turning 6 soon!!! Hopefully Tubbo and Ranboo would be back soon, Michael desperately wanted to go to the park tomorrow.

“Can’t go to the park if they're dead.”

Michael pales at the voice. It’s back. ‘Why is it back?’ A bone-chilling laugh.

“Why Michael, your fear summoned me. There really is quite a lot of it. Fear of abandonment, fear of death, fear of losing a loved one, fear of being alone.” They chuckle, picking up one of Michaels toys, tossing it around as a form of entertainment, as if scaring a child wasn’t enough. “I really just saved you from that one, huh? No matter, you’re terrified of me, and that gives me all the power I could want, not that that’s what I’m after.” Michael looks at them, thinking.

‘Who is this? How did they get in here? Where are Boo and Bo? I really want them now, so I can have a hug and a brownie from the Titans kitchen. I want-’

“Hmmmm, that really is a very specific request Michael. But, you did ask one good question. Who am I? Who do you think I am Michael?”

He freezes, trying to think of what to call the person floating in front of him. After a moment, he gives up saying,

“You’re a scary man.” The person laughs.

“Well not quite, Michael, but close. I am Hayden Eyens. A hunter, a ghost, a storyteller, a prisoner, a witch, and, above all, a murderer. As for how I got in here, I can get to wherever I want or need to be.” Michael curls up against the headboard of the bed, not completely understanding everything that the person- no, Hayden- had said. But he did understand one thing.

Murderer.

It’s what everyone calls Wilbur.

“Let that sit with you Michael. I hope we talk again soon.” Hayden fades away, laughing maniacally.

Michael doesn’t sleep that night.

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It doesn’t end there.

Hayden shows up at the worst times, feeding off of the fear that Michael hates so much. Every once in a while, Hayden’s visits are nice, and they just talk, and Michael learns, listening to the stories told so colourfully that it was like looking at a painting. He learns about how Hayden had grown up, having a similar start in life to Michael. Loving parents who were no longer there for one reason or another, eventually leading to the ghosts' untimely demise at the hands of the village they had grown up in. Michael listens to Hayden talk about manipulation and murder. It’s not very nice to listen to, but it is preferable to the bad days.

The bad days are the days where Hayden manipulates him, messing with his mind and his sense of right and wrong. The days when Hayden possesses him, trapping his conscious inside of himself, making him claustrophobic and terrified of possession.

It makes him think of the accident. What had happened when Michael had gotten very hurt by a bad man, and he had been stuck where he couldn’t get away, couldn’t escape. Once, Hayden had explained how the possession worked.

“Your conscious is the lesser one, of course. My mind pokes and prods and searches until it finds a way in. And when it does-” They smile. “When it does, my mind takes control. And it forces your mind into a tiny, tiny box. It is so refreshing. An escape from my own guilt.” Before Michael could even ask what they felt guilty for, Hayden was gone again, sure to return soon enough.

It went on for a long time, day in and day out, never subsiding long enough for a true break or recovery. The manipulation and the fear and the claustrophobia grow worse, almost to the point where Michael often couldn’t be left alone in some rooms in Bo’s house, Uncle Tommy’s house, or even the Titan’s Tower.

And one day, out of the blue, Hayden disappeared. The most peculiar thing happened as well, for right before Hayden had disappeared, Bo and Boo had seen them. They had flown at the trio at the Bee n’ Boo late one night, and they had freaked out. That was why Michael freaked out as well. Not because a ghost had flown at him, for he was used to that already, but seeing his favourite people freak out.

Later, Michael heard Ranboo and Tubbo talking. Apparently, there were more people like Hayden, though they weren’t all bad. Tanboo and Tubbo had met them. To repeat what Tubbo had said, it had ‘scared the shit out of them’, whatever that meant.

And that was the end of it.

Or so he believed.

Once a killer, always a killer.

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HELLO

Quick and easy, here is some info about this:

1)This is tied to my fic and that will become somewhat evident in the next update.

2)This takes place during the aftermath of Wilbur's death, before the Askers were introduced to the Titans and the HIVE and such.

3)This was kinda difficult to write, ngl. Michael is very young in this AU, so it is difficult to use complicated themes. Therefore, my solution is that(sticking with what is already canon) Michael was left with Tubbo when he was 3. By the time this takes place, Michael is almost 6. I’d like to think that Tubbo was about 15 or so when he “adopted” Michael, making him 17 or so at this point.

4) I know that the trauma was not super apparent in this, but I feel it is important to establish Michaels trauma and fear of ghosts and Wilbur for my next fic update.

Alright, I am off to work on the next update.

Talk soon,

Hayden <3

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purplesurveys · 3 years

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1197

survey by ohsh1t2wksl8

Layers

Layer 1: The Basics

Name: Since there’ve been several people who’ve followed me recently anyway, HI I’m Robyn.

Age: 23.

Birthday: April 21st.

Gender: Female.

Zodiac Sign: Taurus.

Layer 2: Your Family

Do you have any brothers or sisters? Yes, I have one of each.

Do you have any pets? Yup, two dogs.

Do you still live with your parents? I do. I’m not in a rush.

Do you have any stepparents? Nope.

How many cousins do you have? 11 first cousins. Throwing my second cousins into the mix would dramatically increase the number and I don’t feel like counting rn.

Layer 3: Your Friends

Who is your best friend? Angela and Andi.

Who have you been friends with the longest? Angela and I have been friends for 16 years and it’s stronger as ever these days because of our mutual love for BTS hehe.

What do you like to do with your friends? It really depends! There’s no one thing I like doing most with any of them; as long as I’m with them I’d consider it time well spent.

Do you have more friends online or in real life? Real life. It’s hard to form friendships online once nearly everyone starts becoming younger than you.

What is a good way to make friends with others? One thing I learned is that you have to be okay to initiate, and that’s not really something I like doing all the time.

Layer 4: Your Home

Do you live in a home, apartment, duplex, trailer, etc? I live in a house.

How many rooms are there in your house? There are 4 bedrooms and 5 other kinds of rooms – that’s 2 bathrooms, the living room, dining room, and kitchen.

Is your home large or small? I’d say it’s medium-sized. It’s not small that I feel cramped or inadequate, but it’s also nowhere near a mansion. It’s very comfortable for a family of 5.

What is your favorite room in your house, and why? Rooftop. My family barely goes there (and what a shame they don’t), so it’s a nice place to go to when I want to be alone but can’t get out of the house. Not to mention that it’s open-air and windy there, so whenever I feel as if I’m getting cooked inside I can always depend on the rooftop.

Do you prefer having people over to your house, or would you rather go to theirs? I’d rather go to theirs. Our house is really deep into the village and is a challenge to get to, especially if you’re unfamiliar with the general area.

Layer 5: Can You

Can you fold your tongue into the taco shape? Yes, but that’s the furthest it can go. I can’t really bend or twist it into shapes more complex than that.

Can you touch your toes without bending your knees? Nah, I lost that ability years ago. I didn’t make the most out of my flexibility back when I still had it.

Can you tie a cherry stem in a knot with your tongue? I never tried.

Can you hold up your end of a physical fight? I bet I can’t.

Can you do any yo-yo tricks? No, I was always terrible at the yo-yo.

Layer 6: Who

Who inspires you the most, and why? I don’t have any ~inspirations. I do like looking up to whoever my current obsession is – be it Rhett and Link, Paramore, BTS, etc. – to help me be happy and have something to smile at, but I try not to let any of them govern every single aspect of my life.

Who helps you maintain your sanity? My best friends. And these days, surprise surprise! – BTS.

Who do you go to most often for advice? Depends on the topic; I always run to either of my best friends. If I need a collective opinion, I go to my college friend group’s group chat.

Who knows you better than you know yourself? At one point it had been Gabie, but *shrug* Nowadays, the person who knows me best would probably be Andi.

Who is someone that you would die or put your life on the line for, no questions asked? Any of my friends.

Layer 7: Do you

Do you still eat sandwiches without the crusts? Nah - I’ve grown to be a fan of the crusts. I used to make my grandma slice them off as a kid or else I wouldn’t even think of touching the sandwich; then something changed as I got older and now I absolutely have to have the crust. At home, I even call dibs on the first and last pieces of bread (the ones that are all crust) whenever we get a new pack of sliced bread.

Do you typically finish your meal at a restaurant, or need to take a container home? I usually ask for it to be packed up for takeout.

Do you pull an Oreo apart in order to eat it? No, I just bite into it.

Do you read a lot of gossip magazines? As a kid/teenager. I’m over that now.

Do you make friends easily? I’m not the biggest social butterfly, but I’m also not super closed off. I’ll be happy to talk to anyone who approaches me.

Layer 8: How Many?

How many people live in your house with you? Four.

How many pets have you had in your lifetime? In my lifetime...I guess a good rough estimate would be somewhere around 10? I’ll never know exactly how many we’ve had since I never kept track of how many goldfish we kept.

How many tries does it take you to become successful at something? Depends. I never learned how to ride a bike even if I’ve pushed myself to practice ever since I was 5, but there are other things I’m able to pick up easily.

How many meals do you eat a day? One, dinner.

How many people can you honestly tolerate? This isn’t really an issue to me haha, I like being around people and my patience around them is usually long.

Layer 9: How

How do you typically get to school or work? I work from home at the moment and probably would for a little while longer; but if things were different, I would be driving myself.

How do you deal with a breakup? When I was going through mine, I was stupidly stubborn at first and refused any form of help. I deactivated all my social media and shut both my best friends out; it even got to a point where mutual friends were beginning to ask Andi where I’ve been as I’ve “disappeared off the face of the Earth” (an actual quote they relayed to me). I cried day in and day out, cried during my shifts, stayed holed up in my room; and I skipped hundreds of meals, sometimes not eating all day. It wasn’t a good place to be in.

But I knew I was on the right path to recovering the moment I reached out to friends again and acknowledged that I needed help. I started to help myself, too; I cut the person off slowly, and I started to look for new things to get into, new hobbies to invest in. I let my friends give me tough love and show me the reality of my situation, and I listened this time around. I don’t know what drove me to make a sudden change in my life but I’m really glad I came around to the decision, because I’m happier than ever these days.

How do you like to help others? All sorts of ways. I always want to make others’ lives a little easier.

How do you know when you’ve found “the one”? I don’t trust that instinct anymore.

How do you sleep in bed? On my side, clutching a pillow. No pillow to hug, no sleep.

Layer 10: What

What do you think happens when we die? That I just fall asleep for a very long time.

What do you do if there’s no toilet paper left on the roll and you’re already peeing? Turn around and hope there is at least a bidet in the stall.

What do you eat most often? Rice.

What toys did you enjoy most as a child? Anything with a lot of buttons or features to play around with, like detailed dollhouses.

What do you do if you witness someone being awful to someone else? Intervene, for the most part.

Layer 11: Where

Where is your favorite place to eat out? BGC has great ambience and restaurant choices, but it’s been a while since I’ve been there. I also still feel weird about the place since Gabie and I had dates there pretty often, sooooo I really ought to make new memories there with new people once I can.

Where is the place that has the best ice cream in your area? We don’t really have places known for ice cream...most people just buy pints or tubs of them at the grocery lol.

Where did you meet your current or last significant other? School.

Where can you be found at 7 PM. typically? Wrapping up work in my room.

Where can you find the best French fries? Potato Corner.

Layer 12: When

When did you find out the truth about Santa, the Easter Bunny, and the Tooth Fairy? Never believed in the first two. Tooth Fairy I lost hope in when I placed a tooth under my pillow when I was around 6 or 7 and woke up to nothing.

When do you typically fall asleep? Early hours of the morning tbh. I’d sleep anywhere between 1-4 AM these days.

When was the last time that someone paid you a compliment? Kata and I often make sure to compliment one another for our hard work by the end of particularly grueling shifts.

When do you feel most comfortable? Friday nights when I’m sure I can finally close my work group chats for the next two days.

When did you last go to the bathroom? Around an hour or so ago.

Layer 13: Why

Why do you enjoy taking surveys so much? It’s a stress reliever that has never failed me, and it lets me answers quirky random questions no one would ever have to ask me.

Why do people gossip so much? For one, probably the thrill of knowing something that's meant to be a thing.

Why can’t humans fly? It wouldn’t have been a necessity, I’m guessing.

Why aren’t you doing something else right now? Because I just spent the last 24 hours streaming Butter on Spotify and YouTube to raise views and plays for the boys, and taking this survey is actually the first thing I’ve done all day after taking a quick nap this afternoon to recover from all the streaming I did hahaha.

Why is the sky blue? I don’t know.

Layer 14: If…

If you had a million dollars, what would you spend it on? Buy chocolate chips because I’m craving them rn; get all BTS merch in one go; give a chunk to my parents; keep the rest.

If you found out someone was cheating on you, would you ever take them back? I don’t really have consistency when it comes to this situation. I know I definitely would’ve been stupid enough to stay with Gab if she hypothetically cheated on me while we were still together; I’m not sure if I’d stay when it comes to another person entirely.

If you found a wallet with cash in the street, including identification, would you turn it in? Why or why not? Yeah, I’d look for the owner. I’m not that desperate for money, personally.

If you could have any food right now, what would you like? SUSHI.

If you found out that the world was going to end tomorrow, how would you spend your last day? Go to the mall and get some much-needed air, then probably drop off some japchae and tteokbokki at Angela’s place.

Layer 15: Firsts

When did you lose your first tooth? I was in Prep and it actually fell out while I was in school. We were having storytime and I had to interrupt the session to tell my teacher it was starting to feel loose, so she got me some tissues to help me get it out.

Who was your first teacher that you ever had? Her name was Kathy. I don’t really have any substantial memories of her because I was 4 lmao, but I know she was nice.

When did you first learn how to ride a bike? ...Still learning...

When was the first time you had sex? Like a day or two after turning 18.

Did your first birthday have a theme to it? Not necessarily but my parents threw me a party at Jollibee, so it kinda had to be Jollibee-themed lol.

Layer 16: Lasts

Last person you texted: I don’t feel like checking because it was most definitely a work-related text and I don’t want to be reminded of work on a Sunday, but it was a media person.

Last drink you sipped: The last of my coffee.

Last time you rode a bike: Like, March last year when the pandemic had still been fresh and I thought I could use all the free time to finally learn how to ride a bike. Absolute clownery.

Last time you swam in a pool: August 2019.

Last person you hugged: Not sure. Angela, I think.

Layer 17: Favorites

Favorite Color: I think pastel pink is still taking the lead for me.

Favorite Season: We don’t have the usual four seasons, but I do have a liking for winter. It just seems very cozy for me.

Favorite Shape: I don’t have one.

Favorite Letter: Mmmmm, don’t really have one of these either.

Favorite Number: 4 or 7.

Layer 18: This or That

Pepsi or Coke? I don’t drink softdrinks.

Movies or Television? Movies, but I haven’t really been watching much of either recently.

Phone or Tablet? Phone. Haven’t used a tablet in yearrrrrsssssss.

Fruits or Vegetables? Veggies. Hate fruits.

Animals or Humans? I think I like both an equal amount.

Layer 19: Which

Which Poke’mon is your favorite? Chikorita.

Which day of the week is your favorite? Friday, because of course.

Which birthday celebration was the most memorable for you? My 18th, even though out of all the friends I celebrated my birthday with I only have one of them left in my life. I know I was happy during that time so I wouldn’t invalidate that experience for myself.

Which holiday is your favorite? Christmas, only for the sheer amount of food I get to have.

Which shoe do you put on first? I always switch it up, I’m pretty sure. I don’t have a particular habit.

Layer 20: Love Life/Relationships

What is the name of your first love? Gabie.

How many times can you honestly say you’ve been in love? Once.

Have you ever been in a relationship before that was abusive in any way? After being able to take a step back and analyzing it deeper, yes.

Have you ever been engaged or married before? Nope.

Do you have any children? I don’t.

Layer 21: Jobs, Dreams, & Goals

What did you want to be when you grew up (as a little kid)? I couldn’t decide among being an astronaut, firefighter, or veterinarian.

What do you aspire to be now? What interests you? I realized I wanted to be in the field of media and public relations, and that’s where I am now. I like being able to use my writing skills for something I find fun and fulfilling, instead of rotting away in a newsroom writing news I’m usually too sensitive for.

What is the most recent goal you’ve achieved? I got regularized! :)

What is a goal you are still striving to reach? A salary increase would be nice, and then a promotion down the road would also be awesome.

Have you ever won any sort of awards before? If so, for what? Sure. I was consistently on the honor roll in college and graduated with Latin honors, if those count as awards.

Layer 22: Opinions & Beliefs

Pro-life or pro-choice? Pro-choice.

Were you raised with any sort of religious background? If so, then what? Yesss, I was and am raised in a Catholic household. Weirdly enough my parents have grown more laidback in the last few years and my mom no longer berates us for not doing the sign of the cross when we pray before eating (my siblings have taken after me and refuse to do it as well). No idea what sparked that change but I’m just glad I never have to do gestures like that one anymore.

Democrat, Republican, or Independent? We don’t have the same parties here.

For or against the death penalty? This is a very complicated web and for reasons largely relevant to my country and the issues we have, I am mostly against it.

Thoughts on assisted suicide? I am ok with it as long as there is consent involved.

Layer 23: Currently/Today/Present

What day is it? It’s Sunday again, blegh.

What’s the weather like outside? Sunny.

What have you eaten? Just a Fudgee Bar so far but I’m having breakfast with my family in an hour or so.

Did you run any errands? Well it’s only 8:37 AM so not yet, but one or two might come up throughout the day.

What time is it? 8:38 now.

Layer 24: Yesterday

Did you have a work shift? No, I don’t work Saturdays.

Did you eat out anywhere? No :( I’ve wanted to for a while, though. Maybe I might today, actually – they’ve loosened up quarantine protocols so restaurants have opened up again. Let’s see if I’ll feel like driving today.

Was it snowing? It doesn’t snow here.

Who did you last say goodnight to? Cooper.

Did anything unusual happen? It rained and there was cold breeze during the evening.

Layer 25: Tomorrow

Do you have to go to school/class? No, but I do have to go to work.

Does this day have any sort of significance to you? May 24...I don’t think so. Nothing comes to mind.

What is a chore that needs to get done? My veeeeeeery long list of to-do tasks that I’m trying not to think about rn.

Will you hang out with friends? No chance of that happening.

What time will you be expected to be awake by? 9 AM.

Layer 26: Have You Ever

Performed a magic trick successfully? I don’t think so.

Sat or laid on a rooftop and looked at the stars? I’m at the rooftop all the time but I only occasionally lie down to look at the stars.

Walked around with your underwear on inside out or backwards all day without realizing it? Nope.

Touched a snake? Yep. I’ve had one wrapped around me before, too.

Been bitten by an animal? If so, what animal? Just by ants and mosquitoes.

Layer 27: School Life

Are preschool and kindergarten mandatory where you live? Not sure about mandatory but I’m pretty sure I’ve heard of people who went straight to first grade as kids, either because of advanced intelligence or financial limitations.

Were you or anyone you knew homeschooled? I have one set of cousins who are all homeschooled; and I also used to have classmates who eventually transferred out of my school to be homeschooled instead.

Did you attend public or private school? Private.

Were you bullied in school, popular, or somewhere in-between? I was a loner for the most part, but after befriending the popular groups in high school I kind of got dragged into that scene as well.

What is the highest level of education that you completed? Undergraduate degree.

Layer 28: Your Appearance

Eye Color: Dark brown/black.

Hair Color: Black.

Height: 5′1″.

Weight: A little under 100 lbs.

Do you have freckles, moles, beauty marks, or birthmarks - and where? I have moles on my right arm, under my jaw, near my left knee, and under my left boob. I have a birthmark behind my left shoulder.

Layer 29: Electronics, Internet, & Social Media

How much time do you spend on the internet per day? Hahahah yeesh, way to put me on the spot. I wanna say anywhere between 16-18 hours? I’m online the second I wake up until the moment I turn in for bed.

Which social media platforms do you belong to? Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, YouTube, Tumblr.

When’s the last time you replaced the batteries in your television remote? 4975493875495743 years ago.

Are you more likely to stream movies and shows on your laptop, or cast them to your television? Laptop.

Do you have an e-reader, or do you prefer actual books? I don’t read regularly anymore, but I’ve never liked reading from a screen. I prefer a physical book as much as possible.

Layer 30: Are You

Are you still in school? No. I’m not opposed to grad school either, but it has to be a REALLY REALLY REALLY fucking great opportunity for me to sink my teeth into it. We’re talking getting accepted to grad school in like Spain or NYU; otherwise I wouldn’t take it.

Are you a member of the LGBTQ+ community? Yes.

Are you looking forward to anything coming soon? Festa month!

Are you dreading anything coming soon? Work tomorrow.

Are you gullible or naive? I can be both.

Layer 31: Does

Does your workplace make you feel like you can never take a day off without feeling guilty about it? Not at all. I’m really grateful they take vacation leaves seriously; we even have a Mental Health Break Day scheduled two Fridays from now. Purely a company thing.

Does someone currently hold the key to your heart? Kim Taehyung... :/

Does anyone out there hate you? Idk and I couldn’t give less of a shit if anyone does.

Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable? No.

Does crying make you feel less strong? Nope. It took me a while to realize it, but acknowledging feelings and processing them is actually one of the strongest things you can do for yourself.

Layer 32: Would You

Do the Polar Bear Plunge? Idk what that is.

Ever try to walk across a room blindfolded? I’ve done it before, so sure.

Swim with sharks? As long as I’m surrounded with experts, yes.

Go into outer space, given the chance? In a heartbeat.

Go out in public, looking how you do right now? Nope.

Layer 33: Pets/Animals

Do you have any pets? If so, what type, and their names… Yesss. There’s Kimi who’s an aspin, and Cooper the beagle.

If not, what type of pet have you always wanted?

What is your favorite animal? Dogs and elephants :)

Do you think it is cruel to have circus animals? Yes, or having animals do tricks for show, in general. I always discourage my parents from booking tickets to animal theme parks when we plan vacations.

How often do you walk your dog, if you have one? How often do you scoop the litterbox, if you have a cat? Every week.

Layer 34: Food

What is your favorite breakfast item? Fried rice.

What is your favorite kind of dessert? Macarons and cheescake.

Do you eat all three meals everyday? Nah. I have one meal on weekdays, and two meals on some weekends.

What’s the longest you’ve gone without food? Around 24 hours.

What do you like to eat when you are feeling sick? Greasy things haha. If I’m feeling like death, might as well be having good food.

Layer 35: Past

Does your past ever come back to haunt you at times? Not really.

What is one of your favorite memories of the past? Spending my college years with the right people.

What is something that you used to do in the past, but no longer do? Harm myself.

If you could have a meal with someone from the past, who would it be, and what would you ask them? Audrey Hepburn, but I don’t really have a question for her. It would just be nice to get to spend a few minutes with her.

Which historical time period would you like to go back to and check out? Precolonial Philippines.

Layer 36: Future

Do you think you will ever get married one day? It’s definitely a lovely scenario to have but I’m really unsure about it at the moment just because there’s no one I have in mind and I have no plans to start dating around again soon.

Do you plan on ever getting a different job in the future, or are you happy with the one you’ve got? I’m happy with the one I have and I don’t see it changing any time soon.

What age do you plan to retire at? Or do you plan on working til you’re dead? Probably the latter haha.

What is something on your bucket list worth mentioning? Going to Wrestlemania.

If given the opportunity to see how your future plays out, would you take it, or no? Yes.

Layer 37: Hygiene

How often do you shower? Once daily. Twice if it’s stupidly hot during the day.

How often do you brush your teeth? Once or twice a day.

Do you actually iron any of your clothes? Mm, not really. But if I was planning on wear something that gets easily crumpled, I iron that in advance.

How often do you do laundry? I’m not in charge of laundry.

How long do you use a bath towel before switching it out? Around 1–2 weeks.

Layer 38: Clothing, Makeup, & Style

Do you wear nail polish? If so, how often do you paint your nails? Nah.

How would your describe your sense of style? I like sticking with trends as long as I feel comfortable in them.

Are there any popular trends that you do not find appealing? Just makeup in general.

Where do you typically buy your clothing from? Local small businesses or H&M.

What sorts of accessories do you wear/use? I don’t really invest in them, but I wanna start buying more headbands, bucket hats, and earrings.

Layer 39: Hobbies

Do you still color, even as an adult? Occasionally.

Do you/would you like to crochet, knit, cross-stitch, etc? Yeaaah I do embroidery but I’ve stopped for a while since finding other interests and hobbies to dabble in. I have no plans to ditch it completely though; I’ll come back to it when the time is right.

What’s the last thing you crafted all by yourself? Not sure.

Do you use Pinterest at all? Nope.

What’s the last thing that you cooked or baked? Lol.

Layer 40: Dislikes

List some of your pet peeves here. Driving slowly on lanes intended for overtaking; taking too much of my food; being subtle about asking for favors.

What are some things that annoy you about yourself? Easily punishing myself for mistakes, no matter how small; I also find that putting others first before myself 100% of the time can sometimes end up being an inconvenience for myself.

Is there anyone out there who you actually hate? Who? Nope.

What is a feeling that you dislike? “I should have done/said this.” Not sure what feeling this falls under (maybe helplessness?), but having these thoughts irritate me to no end especially if I can’t do anything about the situation.

Do you get some ugly road rage while driving? Yep.

Layer 41: Random

Have you ever successfully pogo’ed on a pogo stick? Nah, I’ve never even seen one in real life. Ever since I was a kid, I’ve always been dying to try getting on one lol.

Have you ever mastered the jump rope? I wouldn’t say I’m a master, but I can do the basic jumps and last a long time doing them.

Do you know what it feels like to be truly happy? I don’t know if I’ve determined this already; I have a lot of years ahead of me and lots of experiences I’ve yet to go through.

Is it winter in your part of the world right now? No.

What’s your favorite type of survey, and why? Random ones or ones with categories, like this one.

Layer 42: Music

What are some of your favorite genres of music? Alternative, folk indie, punk rock, R&B...and BTS.

What are some music genres that you can’t stand? Country, screamo, techno.

If you had a blank pair of concert tickets, who would you hope to be going to see? Any one of my holy trinity: Paramore, Beyoncé, or BTS.

Do you still listen to music on the radio from time to time? Not anymore, come to think of it. I’m completely unaware of the Top 40 space right now, and have been for a while.

iTunes, Spotify, Pandora, Amazon Music, or YouTube? Spotify.

Layer 43: Books

What were some of your favorite books as a child? The Septimus Heap series and the Percy Jackson series.

What genre of books do you typically read most often? Memoirs.

What are some of your favorite books as an adult? I don’t read anymore.

What is a book that you were required to read for school that you actually enjoyed? Hands down, Without Seeing the Dawn. I remember fairly enjoying Charlotte’s Web and Number the Stars as well.

Do you read any newspapers or magazines anymore? No.

Layer 43: Around the World

Where’s the best place you’ve taken a vacation and/or day trip to? Jeju, South Korea; Bali, Indonesia; Palawan; Batanes; and Boracay.

Where is somewhere that you’d like to go someday, assuming you have the funds to do so? Seoul, South Korea.

Where do your family members originate from? Just Philippines.

What is your favorite type of ethnic cuisine? All Asian cuisines. Each of them is so unique and always has something new to discover.

What is something that is typically representative of your own culture? Jollibee? Hahaha.

Layer 44: Would you Rather…

Drink apple juice or grape juice? Apple.

Wear pants or shorts? Shorts, as much as possible.

Be taller or shorter? Taller.

Go to a zoo or an aquarium? Neither if possible.

Visit an art gallery or a museum? Museum.

Layer 45: Movies

Do you remember what the first movie was that you saw in theaters? Stuart Little 2 when I was 4.

What are some of your favorite movies you’ve seen? Two for the Road, Gone with the Wind, Roman Holiday, Revolutionary Road, Toy Story, Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, and Room.

What genre of movie do you typically enjoy? Drama.

What is a movie you’ve seen that you weren’t expecting to like, but were pleasantly surprised? Requiem For A Dream, but maybe remove ‘pleasantly.’ Anomalisa is also a good answer for this.

How many movies do you own? Are they all DVD’s, or do you still have some VHS ones left? I just watch them on Netflix, haha.

Layer 46: Personality

Are you more of an introvert or an extrovert? I’m really more of an ambivert than anything else. I can deal with alone time and more social days equally well.

Are you more easygoing and laid back, or anal? Again, I can be both depending on the situation.

Are you kind to everyone who shows that they deserve kindness? Yes.

Describe your sense of humor. I can laugh over anything from dad jokes to crackhead memes.

Do you tend to over-share? Not really. I tend to have a good sense of how much I should share depending on the person/group I’m with.

Layer 47: Celebrities

Which celebrity has given their child the most unique name, in your opinion? I mean, Elon Musk and Grimes have to be up there, right? The Kardashians have also given their kids unique names, but I actually am a fan of them all.

Are there any celebrities that you keep tabs on/read articles about often? Nah, I’m past that part of my life lol. As obsessed as I am with BTS and as unavoidable rumors about their personal life are, I literally don’t care and just want them to have happy private lives. That’s one of the reasons why I know I’m truly in my 20s now hahaha.

Who is/are your celebrity crush(es)? Kim Taehyung, Hayley Williams, Kristen Stewart.

Have you ever personally met someone famous before? If so, then who? A lot of local celebrities and personalities since it came with the nature of my course.

Who is a celebrity that you’re getting tired of hearing about all the time? Ariana Grande and Taylor Swift.

Layer 48: Emotions

When was the last time you cried? Earlier, but they were happy tears.

What are some things that you’re afraid of? Big change, injections, drowning, sharp objects.

What is something small that makes you happy? Cold weather.

Who is the last person that you were angry with, and about what? My mom wrongfully blaming me for something I had very little to do with. Both my siblings are very sensitive and are never scolded, so I usually take the heat even for things I’m barely involved in. Such is the life of the eldest daughter in an Asian household, lmao.

Are you typically a shy or outgoing person? I’m always shy at first, but end up being perky and outgoing once warmed up.

Layer 49: Digging Deeper

What is your favorite alcoholic beverage? Mixed drinks.

How old were you when you got drunk for the first time? 18.

Do you smoke? Very rarely. I don’t want to make it a habit.

Have you ever taken and sent naked pictures of yourself? I have.

Have you ever done any drugs other than marijuana? If so, which ones? No.

Layer 50: Games

What are some of your favorite video games? Mario Kart, Resident Evil, and Legend of Zelda are some of my favorite series.

Do you have any computer games that you play regularly? I don’t play computer games.

What was your favorite board game, growing up? Scrabble.

How about your favorite card game? I also don’t play card games.

How good are you at solving puzzles? (such as a Rubik’s cube, word puzzles, or putting together a jigsaw puzzle) I don’t like puzzles.

#survey #surveys

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local-butch · 3 years

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hello friend!!! for the soft asks! 13, 1, 25, 10! hope your quarantine goes by quick and easy for you!! <3

what’s up my good (pocket) pal!! thank you for the kind wishes!! jet lagging with a 12-hour difference threw me into another dimension lol

10. what’s something you’re excited for?

answered here but here’s some more:

after graduating college last year i’m now at a point in life where everything ahead of me is unknown, but i’m ready to embrace whatever life has in store. as you know english isn’t my first language, i’m insecure about my ability to articulate my thoughts in writing and i wanna get better at it; reading tlou fanfics single-handedly got me to read outside schoolwork again, so i’m excited to actually finish reading the queer books i bought in quarantine lol, and to read more in general! in the long term, finding love again and building a life with someone, y’know, the usual lesbian domestic life fantasy :^)

13. what’s your comfort food?

oh man, so many. as an east asian, i consider food a big part of my cultural identity. i have plenty of happy memories attached to dinner tables. taking the time to cook for someone is a love language. to name a few: dim sum, braised chicken wings, cantonese steamed fish, unadon, zongzi, and stir-fried chicken (non-americanized lol). i live for a good boba! caffeine makes me jittery and insomniac but i’d risk it for boba. (do it for her🧋)

25. what’s the best personal gift someone could give you (playlist, homemade card, etc)?

i appreciate and treasure anything my friends gift me. i love getting utilitarian gifts such as video games or mugs but also stuff i can attach sentimental value to like vinyls or handmade stuff.

1. what song makes you feel better?

after an emotionally draining breakup with my gf of four years last year, for a long time i felt lost and wounded, i’m at a much better place now largely thanks to music, currently they are:

devotion- beach house, it feels like a warm embrace, or a love letter. especially ‘home again’, she closes the album with ‘constant home of my devotion/must be you/ the door to open/ home again/ be here/ be with me/ will i swim/ out on/ your ocean’, i tear up a lil every time i hear this part, it embodies how i feel about love. i enjoy my own company but a part of me longs for belonging and a place/person to call home. i want this song playing on my wedding, if i have one

me in 20 years- moses sumney, ‘is it laced within my DNA/ to be braced in endless january?/ have i become the cavity i feared?/ ask me in twenty years’ moses gets it. there’s beauty in holding onto life :)

enough- ivy sole, “I just wanna be enough/ To be deserving of your love/ If I wait until you’re ready/ I can be the one if you let me” yep yep feeling this one in my bones rn. this album is 100% Butchness!! i vibe with ‘dream girl’ and ‘lost without you” too

move a mountain- chromatics, ‘i think i’ll stay awhile now that the winter’s come/ it’s been a long time since you’ve been gone/ i tried to move a mountain/ im waiting for it to fall/ i’m staring out the window/ waiting for you to call/ you won’t’ it’s what finally letting go looks like, except i’m no longer waiting for the call

qp- ichiko aoba brings me peace, “chilly in sound but warm in the human emotion” as a youtuber put it in their review of the album. my faves are song #2, 8 and 9.

collect- pretty boy aaron, ‘i miss how things used to be between us/ how ‘bout you come over and you can pick me up/ we can listen to all our/ our favorite songs/ we can pretend nothing ever went wrong’, big ouch

nothing lasts- bedroom. mentally I’m here! someone said to “reframe breakups as ‘complete relationships’ rather than ‘failed relationships’”, which is a good advice for me.

jenny (i wanna ruin our friendship)- studio killers, ‘i wanna ruin our friendship/ we should be lovers instead’ Iconic, such a fuckin mood, especially for my younger self

mi amor, bold- lou val, no thoughts only vibes

海浪 (‘waves’),夜间独白 (‘nighttime monologue’), 浴室 (‘bathroom’)- deca joins, i love the lyrics but tumblr won’t let me link the websites for english lyrics; and something’s inevitably lost in translation :(

thanks for reading all of this, hope you enjoy these tunes!! love u friend!! :)

#the music one got outta hand oops #thespiritliving #asks

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awwww i’m here now darling so you better feel amazing <33333

ok miss i see the subtle flex you just pulled on me, just say your team is op and go... :pp jk!! no but yeah if you’re stronger than the goddamn bosses it usually goes easily. can’t say i’ve seen those days in a while tho rip

YOU ARE MY BABY!!!!!! you could do a doodle for me and i’ll literally cry abt it until i die. ooooh that seems good tho??? especially ningguang and beidou... the ladies are making a comeback 🥴 i agree with you actually!! i’d love for chongyun to come back (so you can get his c6 mostly) and for selfish reasons i want razor to come back to... bc boy scouts. i really want the boy scouts... hope it happens soon tho 🥺

speaking of boy scouts i just got him.... xingqiu.. i felt so bad bc i know how much you want him... :( but i didn’t get any xiangling so. i lost successfully shskdhsk. also I WISH they had cross-server co-op more than ever at this moment bc then we could do our chongyun + xingqiu dates... 🥺

cluna you’re literally so cool! you work through them? help couldn’t be me. i get super annoyed and if it’s not working i’ll just let it go and write something else instead shskdhdksk. for instance, i was working on this fic two months ago and i got really far into it when i hit a writers block. so, its just been collecting dusts for months now. a couple days ago i accidentally stumbled upon it and realize the potential it had so i might pick it up sksjdkd. i was literally prepared to just let it rot like so many other fics i write. so yeah idk sometimes i just give up because it’s easier even if it hurts me bc i spent so much time writing them sjshdkdj. yikes.

right?? and when you write a fic that takes place during the day you can get inspired by the atmosphere outside!! and yes!! i have to study outside i can’t get anything done at home. i used to be able to do that when i was younger but now it feels sooo impossible. especially with online school and stuff. either i go to a library, cafe or school. although most of these are closed now so i have to book a room somewhere to study. do you have a specific area at home where you write or can you just sit down anywhere and study?

for sure!! if i had the space i’d absolutely consider buying more books. right now i just have them scattered around everywhere (even some in my makeup drawer shdjdh). do you have a bookshelf? 🥺 that’s so pretty...! what are some of your other favorites btw? oh grade school is basically class 1 to 9... so from 6 years old to 15? girl no worries i know how difficult it is to understand all of that. when my friends used to explain their countries school systems before i’d just sit like owl eyes.

THE ALBEDO FANART!!!!! during his quest i took sooo many screenshots god he’s just perfect. he’s such a gentle and sweet boy ughhhhh.... he’s been gone for 2 days and i already miss him. and xiao and aether are just... yeah... i love how everyone ships aether with the boys yet i don’t think i’ve ever seen lumine shipping fanart? let’s just say gay rights and leave it at that.

BEFORE I CLICKED ON THE LINK I HAD A FEELING IT WOULD BE THAT POST.... literally us!!!! don’t make one in america no worries!! idk why my acc was set to that lmao. i’ll make one in asia tonight and just hustle for a few weeks until i reach co-op (i think it was ar 15?) plus i really want aether so i’m kind of not so stressed about it tbh? god i’m actually so exciiiiiteeeeed...... 😭 you gotta promise you’ll help me with domains and bosses tho you’re gonna be at a much higher rank than me while i’ll just be a little nooby girl. 😭

thank you so much for the encouragement!!! ♥️

today i didn’t keep you waiting too long, hehe. i missed you too much. but you’re porobably asleep now though :( oh well, can’t wait to hear from you my love <333

hiya!! i’m still up bc i miscalculated the length of a fic chdjcnskjd and thought to check if you’d sent anything before i went to sleep!! made me v excited to see there was not only 1 but 2 asks from you hehe (also it’s 2am rn so apologies for any incoherence!!)

AHAHAH fjskdjskdn genuinely tho,,, i’m really happy with my team rn LOL. and noooo you’ll get there someday!! before your world level increases and you’re stuck being many levels below the bosses again fhdjdjkd it’s a cycle 😩

NFKSKDLAKS i wish i could manage even a doodle… drawing hair is literally my worst nightmare (along with drawing anything else tbh) and all the genshin charas have such complex layered hair ugh it’s like they don’t want me to even try. yass beiguang (idk if that’s their ship name) actual queens 👑. razor!!!! what a good boye. i love his idle animation so much, pls he deserves everything 🥺🥺 and you deserve to get the boy scouts!!! can’t wait for that day to come <33

AHHH!!!! no don’t feel bad i’m so happy for you omg… live out all my xingqiu-having dreams for me please 😩😩😩😩 our xingyun dates!!!! some day it’ll be a reality <333

DHJAJSHS nooooo fuck writer’s block 😤😤😤 but i hope you’re able to finish that fic now!! (vaguely, if you prefer) what’s it about? also i have plenty of fics/ideas just rotting too, but that’s usually bc i get caught up in a new idea which i like more ? i think? lmao so yeah i definitely do give up on my fics too omg wait do you have those fics where you’re like omg this concept is god tier i’m so big brained and then you write out a scene and then it’s like … wtf do i do with this now? HAHAHAH like my attention span is slowly too short to write any long af fics, i can’t stay dedicated or interested enough for that but a lot of the ideas i have have the potential to be those 300k 40 chapter slow burn etc etc so there are so many docs in my drive that are just. works with like 2-3 written scenes and an entirely fleshed out plan but i know i’ll never actually end up writing it bc of aforementioned factors lolllll. that’s another reason why i think about just releasing all my wips some day! so people can see all the ideas im unable to execute jfjsndns. do you [like] writing super long fics like that? i admire your tenacity if you do ahah

agreeeeeed <3 and oh i see!! i always feel like people who don’t study at home are so studious fjskdksk it gives off that kinda vibe for me 🤪 and i have a study! so i usually do most of my work there. sometimes tho when i get bored and if i’m not watching a lecture i’ll sit on my couch or on the floor and change things up a bit lolol

djxkkakdks omg don’t let your makeup ruin the books.. or is the makeup more important djskskks. i do have a bookshelf!! it has like… 6 levels? and it’s all full 😳😳 other faves are defs the hunger games (catching fire >>>>>>>>) and you know the others like percy jackson, divergent, the mortal instruments. oh and the maze runner!!!!!!! the prequel (? sequel???) is probably one of the recent books i’ve actually read, even tho that was like back in 2017 lmao. i liked the john green stuff too.. just a lot of the like. basic ones LMAO. hbu??

6-15??? damn that’s an interesting range djsksk i guess the closest for us would be primary school which covers ages 6-12!

albedo is legit SO prettt and for what. his hair, his eyes, his soft spoken manner. ugh 😩😩😩 and taking a bunch of screenshots is a big mood!! ooo i’ve seen some lumine ones but yeah def not a lot ! (i know there’s discourse surrounding that lmao) but yes gay rights 😤 wait that reminds me i saw the cutest razor pic the other day and saved it i’ll show you when i’m in a more awake state to attach the image fjdjnd

!!!!!! ours minds… actually connected 🧠

okay that sounds good!!! and yeah wtf why does co-op unlock so like late lol let us play together NOW 😤 and good luck with starting again!! and have fun with aether hehe we’ll be able to have both ours meet 🤪🤪 AND YES I PROMISE!!!! i’ll carry you until we’re both the same AR and we can suffer fighting bosses together <3 you can just sit back and watch me do all the work 🤪 i’m super excited too!!! 🤩🤩🤩 and thank you for doing thisss even tho i know you said you don’t mind but still!! 💗💘💝💕💓💗💞

no problem!!! i believe in you!!! ❤️❤️❤️

eagerly (but patiently) anticipating your response~ xo!

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