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1kook · 4 years ago

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hulu & woohoo

summary: But there’s more important matters to attend to than Jungkook’s Jersey Shore boner. warnings: slight feelings of insecurity, smut; fingering, cunnilingus, cum eating, squirting, handjobs, unprotected, riding, slight praise kink misc: if you’re not a Jersey shore fan honestly GET OUT, mentions of capitalism😡, more kind/understanding kook, basically a “what are we?” fic but silly, irresponsible emailing habits, its so dumb just read wc: 6.3k

[ this is a sequel to netflix & chill !! ]

started off silly then I was like 😳what if we sprinkled in a dilemma™️😳 anyway here’s the kook i imagined for this fic <3

Contrary to popular belief, Jungkook does in fact have his own paid subscription to Netflix. He doesn’t ride on his family account anymore, nor does he swindle his friends into sharing their passwords ‘just once.’ Just like everything else about his mature persona, Jungkook is adamant on paying those ten and something dollars for the streaming platform.

However, his fall into capitalism doesn’t end there.

Among other things, Jungkook also pays for Hulu, Amazon Prime, Disney Plus, HBO, as well as a couple indie stuff you’ve never heard of in all your years. He’s a bigger nerd than you originally thought, with an incessant need to watch every single piece of media available.

Frankly, you don’t see the need to own so many different streaming services, especially not when pirating websites exist and you could so easily watch Jersey Shore for free, if you’re not too concerned with infecting your laptop with every software virus known to humankind. Luckily for you, your app developer boo with his—admittedly tiny—knowledge in computers can iron out those issues for you.

It’s moments like these, Jungkook fiddling with the internal system settings of your laptop to the best of his abilities, that you find yourself grateful for having met Jungkook, and even if it’s been a little over two months now and he still hasn’t popped the question (“Will you be my girlfriend?”), you’d still kiss him silly.

He sighs for the umpteenth time, rubbing his eyes as he stares at the same system warning on the screen. “Babe, just pay the six bucks for Hulu and you can watch all the Jersey Shore episodes you want,” he says, leaning back in his chair as he stares at you from across the dining table.

You scoff, almost scandalized by his suggestion. “You think I have the resources to hand over six bucks every month?” You abandon your homework in front of you, the one you had so dutifully been working on before your computer was flooded with about a thousand Hot Moms in YOUR Area! notifications before abruptly shutting down. “Buddy, that's lunch at Starbucks.”

Jungkook clicks around a few more times, round glasses sliding down his nose which he will occasionally scrunch up to save from falling. “First of all, lunch at Starbucks sounds sad,” he retorts, and you kick his shin from beneath the table. He doesn’t even flinch, the damn muscle bunny, instead leveling you with an unimpressed glare. “Second of all, I told you I’d give you my passwords but you said—“

“No!” You exclaim.

Call it what you want, but that rose-tinted image of Jungkook being a saint in this world, too sweet and naive for his own good, never faded. Your brain saw it that night of your first date and ran with it, never mind the fact he was quite the devious scoundrel, gentlemanly perception be damned the way he’d tug at your skirts and your hair in public like you were on the playground, always teasing, always playing with you, so discreetly no one would ever see it coming from him, of all people. Your brain saw all that too, the little childish streak he’d get sometimes, but your heart stomped it out, wrapped up in the image of Jungkook being your golden boy, and you couldn’t possibly take advantage of such an angel’s kindness to mooch off his streaming services.

From across the table, Jungkook gives you a pointed look, as if he knows you’re trapped in that brain of yours again. Unlike you, Jungkook was easily able to pick apart your true personality, and the way the devil on your shoulder spoke more often than not. He knew you were prone to outrageous schemes and evil villain monologues, and he still kept you around. Let you linger around his home in his big shirts and eat his healthy breakfasts with him. Jungkook liked you, as silly and mean as you were, and he was very obvious about it.

“The password—“

“Is none of my business,” you halt him with a tone of finality in your voice, gesturing for him to slide the beat up laptop back over. Jungkook sighs, runs a hand over his face like you’ve worn him out, but relents.

Taking it with a triumphant grin, you settle back into your seat, nudge his foot with yours beneath the table. Jungkook nudges you back, the adorable fuzzy socks he was wearing making you giggle, a sound that finally brings a smile to his face. “Y’know…” he says, “if you’re gonna be the Disney villain you claim to be, you might as well just take all my passwords.”

Rolling your eyes, you focus your attention back on copying some notes for class, falling back into the rhythm of glancing at the screen and back at your notebook. “You’re cute,” you mindlessly hum, taking great pleasure in the rosy hue that rises to his cheeks, one he tries to hide by coughing into his elbow. You set your pencil down, watch him squirm under your gaze like he always does, blushy and shy like he hadn’t had you twisted like a pretzel beneath him an hour ago. “Don’t worry about it,” you tell him, reaching over to place your hand over his, where it’s idly tapping over some textbook he’s got out. Immediately, he turns it over, squeezes your palm in his. “I don’t mind getting thirty two viruses an hour.”

The reluctant worry in his gaze remains, sweet puppy eyes flickering over you as if trying to catch a hint of a lie. He was so adorable, you could kiss him silly. Finally, Jungkook gives in, though he does so with a lot of effort; letting you fool around on pirating websites truly was the bane of his existence. “Just bring it to me if it breaks down again, okay?” He settles, and you nod.

To your surprise, he brings your hand up and presses a kiss to the back of your knuckles, holds your gaze like he absolutely adores you.

He was so handsome, so caring, and so blatantly not yours.

—

“Not heading to your boyfriend's house today?” Doyeon asks the second she steps into your shared dorm, fighting with the boots on her feet. In the last two months of knowing Jungkook (everybody say thank you, Kim Namjoon), it’s become rare to see you home for more than two nights in a row. Jungkook was irresistible in more ways than you could count. If you weren’t falling into bed with him, you were smothering his cute face on the couch, or hovering behind him in the kitchen.

“Not my boyfriend,” you deny, huffy, and she knows how you feel about the subject, which is why she only prods more.

“Wow,” Doyeon drawls, glancing over your shoulder where you’ve got Jersey Shore playing on one half of the screen, an essay document on the other. “The man you see every other night, who looks and fucks like a god, who buys you a shit ton of presents, and treats you like you’re his world… is not your boyfriend?”

On screen, the toxic couple of the century is engaged in another screaming match, the reality tv show quickly spiraling as dramatic music takes over the speakers.

You scratch the back of your head. “Yeah. Well.”

Doyeon almost combusts at your response, flinging herself onto her twin bed in disgust. “He is a fool, a court jester if you will,” she seethes. “You're the hottest babe in a fifteen mile radius chasing after him and he still hasn’t asked you?”

Deciding you can’t comfortably watch the toxicity on screen with Doyeon talking so loudly, you slam down on the spacebar to pause the show. The fickity website, set out to ruin you since you first discovered it a few weeks ago, crashes. It takes your half-assed essay with it as the whole computer suddenly blacks out. You sigh.

“And on top of that,” she’s still going, “you’re hot and evil. Like bro. Come on.”

“Yes, I’m sure every man dreams of getting with an evil seductress,” you sarcastically reply, reaching for your phone to text Jungkook for help, when you suddenly remember why exactly you’re not with him right now. He’d gone to Busan to visit his family this weekend, a quick trip, he’d told you with his tongue down your throat. You shiver at the memory.

You still really want to watch Jersey Shore, though. Almost desperately. It’d been a long time since you watched it, and you honestly forgot the pivotal role that and a bunch of other reality shows had played in shaping you into the conniving woman you were today.

Doyeon seems about done with her tirade against Jeon Jungkook, dramatically storming into the en-suite bathroom you share with your neighbors.

Tapping your phone against your lip, you carefully consider your options. You could just boot your laptop back up, pray for the best and move on. But the 240p episodes were doing a number on your eyes, and for a moment you considered handing over those six bucks to pay for a Hulu membership.

It’s short-lived, and eventually you settle on calling Jungkook.

He answers on the fourth ring, and wherever he is is insanely loud. There’s voices shouting, lots of bustling, until eventually a door closes and Jungkook’s silky voice oozes through the speaker. “Baby? What’s up?”

“Hi,” you respond, feel something disgustingly sweet settle in your chest. “Is this a bad time?” You ask tentatively.

Jungkook laughs, low and raspy. “No,” he tells you, and you hear the smile in his voice. “Never a bad time for you.”

You could lunge through the screen right now, rain kisses down on his face until he’s giggling, telling you it’s too much. The feeling in your chest tightens, and you almost blurt out something embarrassingly cheesy, but a voice in the background calls for him, and Jungkook’s voice responds, “In a sec, mom. I’m talking to a friend right now.”

The glass roof shatters.

Even though you’d just told Doyeon you two weren’t a thing, despite all the coupley things you did, something about Jungkook telling his mom you’re just a friend isn't right. You frown, listen as his mother, a voice just as delicate as his, asks him to grab something from inside. With each second that ticks by, the discomfort you feel grows tenfold, until you’re barely holding yourself together.

Eventually, Jungkook returns. “So what’s up?” He asks again, and you remember what you initially called for. Putting on your big girl pants, you brush your uncalled for insecurities to the side, making sure he can’t detect anything in your tone.

“Your Hulu password. Can I have it?” You say, realize how robotical your voice sounds and belatedly throw in a, “please.”

Jungkook laughs, loud and boyish. The sound almost makes you melt, makes you fall for him even more. The niggling doubt in the back of your head still rings, but it’s temporarily washed away by the man on the phone. “Finally giving in?” He chuckles, doesn’t give you time to respond. “Sure, babe. I’ll text you the login stuff.” You hum, twirl your pencil idly as Jungkook announces he has to go, something about his family waiting on him. You bid him adieu, send him a halfhearted kiss over the phone, and only hope he feels half as content as you do when he does the same for you.

You don’t want to be dramatic about it. In your heart of hearts, you know Jungkook is just more reserved when it comes to dating. He wants to be one hundred percent sure your heart is in the same game as his, tied to the same rules, and putting in the same effort. But there’s a seed of insecurity that plants itself in the back of your head, tells you the reason Jungkook hasn’t asked you out is simply because you’re not good enough.

Jungkook was as rich as they come—not in money, but in personality. (Well, with the way he was advancing through his career, you get the sense he’ll be rich rich in the next few years too.) He had a huge heart, so caring and supportive of those around him, and an even bigger moral compass—hence the ridiculous amounts of streaming services he paid for—and you strongly believed no one was worthy of standing beside someone as wonderful as him.

Sadly, that meant you too.

Jungkook was your dream lover, and with every passing day, you were beginning to think you weren’t his. It had been two months since your first date, and realistically speaking, you know it’s not weird for people to casually date for such a time. It hadn’t been that long, truthfully, but the way you and Jungkook had clicked made it seem so.

He treated you like a queen, pleased your heart and body like no other. None of what Doyeon said earlier was a fib—he picked you up from school in that classy Benz, let you stay the night and sleep in his clothes, ate you out in the morning like you were his breakfast. You acted like you were in a relationship, but what exactly were the two of you?

Were Jungkook’s feelings even at the same level as yours?

Some days, you couldn’t fathom the idea of being so far away from him, texting him incessantly to feel a semblance of his presence. There was always a metaphorical elephant sitting on your chest, the weight of your unlabeled relationship, your insecurities, waiting for him to finally cut you off, decide you’re not what he wants. You wonder sometimes if he sees you out of convenience, but you always remind yourself Jungkook was too emotional and soft to drag someone around like that. (Or was he?)

Realizing how deep you’ve fallen into your spiraling pit of uncertainty, you shake yourself of those thoughts, mindlessly typing in the Hulu login credentials Jungkook texts you.

—

You’re in the student center when Jungkook comes home, laptop and books spread out over a circle table to stop anyone else from coming up to you. You’ve got your headphones in, the background sounds of late 2000’s club music from a Jersey Shore episode drifting through your ears.

A hand suddenly grabs onto your shoulder, and you send nearly half the table’s contents onto the floor when you screech, leg blindly kicking the table. “Woah, woah,” Jungkook calms, pulling out an earbud for you, and the sight of his face makes you relax again, before you’re striking his chest.

“Don’t ever scare me like that again,” you warn, shooting daggers at him as he pulls a chair close to you, plopping down beside you. Jungkook laughs, kisses your temple.

“You doing okay, beautiful?” He inquires, and your heartbeat, which had only just begun to settle from your fright, lurches at the hooded gaze he sends you.

You nod, unconsciously lean closer to him. Jungkook smiles, cheeks pulled tight when you plant a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Glad to hear it,” he says, wrapping an arm around your shoulders to keep you close.

You never thought you’d be one of those people. Y’know, the couple shoving PDA down everyone’s throats in a very crowded place. But you can’t help it with Jungkook, gaze honed in on the mole beneath his lip as he recounts his trip to his family’s place. His hair is fluffy again, parted a little to the side to show his forehead. He’s got that big dark hoodie on, the one you love. Your love-addled brain thinks, I could give you a family, but you quickly shut that thought down.

There was no need to think as much for a man who wasn’t even your boyfriend.

Before you can spiral, there’s a set of fingers brushing over your neck, almost casually. You return your attention to Jungkook, watch him leisurely gaze over the bustling students around you. “Missed you,” he says quietly, like he doesn’t want anyone to hear. Hell, if your eyes hadn’t been trained on his face, you don’t think you would’ve.

Finally, he glances back at you. He says nothing, his eyes dipping down to your mouth. He leans forward, presses a smooch to your lips, only to smile at you afterward. “Come over?”

The difference between you and Jungkook is that you were very obviously, outwardly evil. You were not embarrassed to admit you were scheming, or that you had ulterior motives behind doing something. You used what you had to your advantage, mastered all types of expressions to get what you wanted.

Jungkook, on the other hand, was a subtle schemer. In fact, he was so goddamn subtle, you doubt he even knew he was a schemer.

But he definitely was one, and your experiences with him were enough to convince you so. There were times he’d stare at you longingly, like a puppy, until you’d do something for him. Times he’d use his demure face to lure you into going to the hardware store for him, into watching some boring documentary with him. Times, like now, where his voice was a little too smooth and low to be considered his normal pitch, clouded gaze sweeping over your features until you understood what he meant by come over.

Numbly, you nod, watch the quirk of his lips as he kisses you once more before gathering your things for you.

The car ride passes by in a flash, Jungkook’s hand on your knee, your head in the clouds. You imagine how easy it would be to just lean over right here, tug him out of his sweats and get that super suck 5000 on him. But Jungkook’s shy, the devil on your shoulder croons, he’d like it better in the backseat, where no one can see.

Your bag hasn’t even touched the floor yet when he pushes you against the door of his house, shoes and coats half off as he envelopes your lips with his.

His hands are warm, cupping your neck to guide you through the kiss, blindly pulling you down the hall. You feel him falter by the stairs, torn between just throwing you on the couch and ravishing you there or making the trip upstairs to the comfort of his bed. You reach up, run your fingers through his hair. “Wherever you want, baby,” you reassure him, and become consumed with glee when his hands grab into the backs of your thighs, hitch you into his arms as he rushes the two of you up the stairs.

The bed is as fluffy as you remember it, and you bounce up towards the pillows after he drops you on the end. He tugs his shirt over his head, chocolate strands coming out a mess afterwards, before crawling up your body. Jungkook’s hands are incessant, grabbing onto every inch of you he possibly can. He kisses up your tummy, pushing your shirt up as he goes, hikes it over the swell of your breasts to gently fondle them in his palms.

When he’s just about suffocated himself between them, he pops back out, catches your gaze with a twinkle in his. “Hi,” you squeak, and Jungkook grins, leaning up to kiss you.

“Hi, pretty girl,” he returns, let’s your tongue slide into his mouth, sucks on the appendage teasingly. You whimper, and Jungkook releases. “You miss me?” He asks, and if you hadn’t been well-versed in the art of Jungkook’s sexy talk, you wouldn’t have noticed the tingle of nervousness that curls around the question.

You placate him, “always.”

It’s all Jungkook needs as he wiggles you out of your clothes, shucks them off somewhere to the side. His hands trail over your body, massage your breasts and pinch the nipples. You sigh, melt into the sheets as he runs his palms over you. He rolls you over, pulls your hips up and carefully pushes your face into the mattress, pushing your hair to the side to peck your neck when he leans over.

“So soft for me, sweetheart,” he purrs, hands slithering around your waist, down your abdomen until the tip of his pointer finger is idly swirling over your clit.

You whine, clutch the comforter beneath you at the touch. “Oh, fuck,” you groan, push your hips back against him. He’s still got his sweats on, and you want desperately to turn around and rip them off of him, feel the press of his cock against your ass.

As if sensing your urgency, Jungkook calms you with kisses trailing over your spine, hot breath fanning over your neck. His fingers slow, just barely grazing over your clit. “Did you touch yourself while I was gone?” He asks, and you struggle to choke out a response when he presses his finger down against you.

“No,” you eventually gasp, jolt when his hand reaches down, glides through the swollen folds of your cunt.

As if content with your response, Jungkook lets his fingers caress you for a few beats, laps against the side of your neck as you whimper, beg him to continue. When he does, it’s with no ounce of his usual gentle attitude, two fingers shoving forcefully past the tight clench of your pussy lips, deep into your cunt. You shudder, gasping into the sheets.

“Good girl,” Jungkook praises, flutters a kiss right below your ear. Your neurons are working overtime, unsure of what to do as he explores your cunt, fingers dragging against your walls. You want to close your eyes, bask in his touches, but every brush of his fingers has them rolling back, fluttering open. “This pussy is mine, isn’t it?”

His fingers curl, briefly brushing over your soft spot. But it’s enough to make you cry out, pant against the sheets. “Yours,” you choke, push back against him like he’ll do it again.

A thumb circles your clit, and the tight feeling in your belly snaps, has you crying out his name as your first orgasm in a few days washes over you. “Jungkook,” you whimper, nearly sob when his hands pull away, letting you flop down onto the mattress in a boneless heap. Your thighs feel sticky, and you watch blearily as Jungkook hovers behind you.

“So quickly?” He chuckles, turning you back over. He spreads your legs, exposing your pussy to the cool air of the room, and you shiver. A lone finger drags over your cunt, collecting the glossy substance on the tip, before Jungkook is sucking it into his mouth.

He had an affinity for this kind of stuff, you’ve learned. Like he genuinely thought your cum was the most delicious thing in the entire world. That being said, you’re not surprised when he ducks down, pushes your legs to your chest as he begins devouring your pussy.

“Slow down,” you gasp, hand curling in his hair as he spares you not, sensitivity be damned. He was gonna lick you clean. He groans, tongue shoved into your cunt, cute nose brushing against your clit. “Kook,” you warn, though it’s more of a shuddered cry. “I-I’ll come again.”

He pulls off with a wet smack, licks over his tongue as he narrows you with a daring glare. Gone was your sweet Jungkook, replaced with this cum-eating heathen who only purrs, “in my mouth” at your warning.

You scream when the second orgasm hits you, pushing his face against your cunt as his tongue continues, lapping at your folds and your hole as a gush of wetness spurts out of you. For a second, your vision pales, soundless cries caught in your throat as you come all over his face. When you touch down on earth again, your body feels featherlight.

Jungkook is watching you from between your thighs, his face, hair, and chest glistening. “Oh fuck,” he gasps, shit-eating grin slowly consuming his features. “Did you just.”

You groan, cover your face with your palms as Jungkook settles over you, beaming excitedly at your newest ability. “No,” you whine, pushing him away from where he’s basically glued to your cheek. “That’s so weird.”

He laughs, cute and airy. “Fuck, sweetheart, you squirted all over me,” he sighs, cuddles against you, and you wrap your arms around him only to hide your face in his shoulder, also glistening with your pleasure. He shifts closer, and the hard press of his cock rubs along the inside of your thigh.

“Can we take a break?” You murmur quietly, hesitantly. “I can’t feel my legs.” Jungkook nods, presses a kiss to your temple as he gets off the bed, tossing his t-shirt over to you. He stumbles towards the en-suite, comes back with a dry face and chest; his hair is still damp. He tugs the sheets out from under you, cuddles close. He’s got the two of you wrapped up in no time, your head cradled against his shoulder as he reaches out blindly for the tablet he keeps on the side of his bed, the Hulu app already open.

“Any requests?” He hums, scrolling through the multitude of movies and shows. You wiggle closer, stop his finger when he returns to the home page, and Jersey Shore is the first thing to appear. “You’re kidding.”

“It’s a good show!” You defend, click on it before he can argue. You press closer, throw a leg over his waist where you can feel his still rock hard member hiding beneath his sweats. Poor guy, you think, he must be suffering. But you have to rest for a moment if you wanna ride the shit out of him and knock him breathless like you’d planned.

Jungkook doesn’t comment on the erection he’s sporting, instead choosing to criticize everything wrong with Jersey Shore. You’re not surprised. He’s an avid film nerd, obsessed with ‘real’ storylines, not whatever reality tv shows were.

You’ve seen this episode about a hundred times, so you don’t really mind that he completely ruins it for you with his nitpicking. It’s cute, listening to him ramble about television integrity while you listen to the subtle thudding of his heart beneath your ear.

He’s on his fifth slandering of DJ Pauly D when you decide you’ve had enough, muscles in your legs feeling rejuvenated as you wiggle into his lap, toss the tablet off to the side as you straddle him. “That show makes you hard?” You tease, let your sensitive folds settle over the bulge in his pants.

Jungkook combusts, cheeks flushing at your jab. “No,” he huffs, “my pretty girlfriend’s boobs pressed up against me does.”

You short circuit.

“Huh?” You blurt dumbly. Jungkook rolls his eyes, too concerned with guiding your hips over his crotch to realize you’re having a complete meltdown in your head. An airy moan leaves his mouth, head lolling back against the pillows, when he moves you just right, grinds against you perfectly. But there’s more important matters to attend to than Jungkook’s Jersey Shore boner. “Kook,” you say, cup his face in your palms to force him to look you in the eye.

Jungkook huffs, pointedly looking down at where you sit on him, “babe, gonna need you to—“

“What did you say?” You interrogate, press your foreheads together until he has no choice but to look at you.

Annoyed with your act, he groans. “Babe, your hips,” he urges, almost desperately.

“No,” you retort, “not until you say it again.”

“Say what again?” He cries, lips twitching in irritation, and you’re about two seconds from behind shoved into the mattress, pounded into from behind like he’d done the last time you teased him a little too much.

“That I’m your girlfriend!” You exclaim, heart hammering in your ears.

Jungkook seems to finally halt at that. “Oh,” he responds, leaning back to scan over your expression. “You are?” He says, unsure of what point you’re trying to make.

Your brain fizzes at the news. “Since when?” You cry, suddenly feeling dumb for all the time you spent moping over this perfect boy you thought didn’t want you. “You never asked!”

Jungkook levels you with an unimpressed stare, reaches over for the iPad you tossed to the side, some dramatic fight scene on a boardwalk taking place on screen. You wanna scream. Why is he so concerned with Jersey Shore now of all times?

Before you can rain down your displeasure on him, he’s turning it around and showing you a bookmarked email.

It’s from you, apparently, sent a few weeks back at exactly two in the morning. You glance at the date received. It’s from Doyeon’s half birthday, when the two of you had drunk yourselves silly on wine. The title is some mix of dashes and exclamation points, but that’s irrelevant when the contents of the email come to view, some stupid slur of beeee myyy boyfrienderdd????? ;))((;;; that has your jaw dropping in mortification.

You glance back at Jungkook, who seems just as confused as you. “What the hell?” You shriek, snatch the tablet from his hand to see that not only was it a single email, but a thread of emails all asking the same question—there’s even a three stanza sonnet detailing your love for the mole on the side of his neck. You could die. “Why didn’t you tell me about this?! I was so drunk— how could you even take me seriously?”

Jungkook shrugs, almost amused now as he watches you scroll through the twenty emails you sent him. “The next day you told me you really liked me over lunch, so I didn’t mind. Besides, drunk words are sober thoughts, y’know.”

You stare in disbelief. “You told your mom I was your friend,” you whisper.

The blood rises to his cheeks quickly. “Babe,” he sputters. “I’m not exactly introducing her to every girl I date after three weeks.”

It makes sense, and you hate how much it does so. Pursing your lips, you look away, focus on the bedside table and hope he doesn’t see the tears that threaten to spew out of your eyes. He does, he always does. “Hey, what’s wrong?” He hums, sits up to pull you into his arms. One hand brushes over the back of your head, gently. Softly. “Did that upset you?”

You shake your head no, can’t help the ugly Kim Kardashian sob that rips itself from your throat. “I thought you didn’t like me,” you sniffle, covering your face with the iPad when he tries to duck closer and get a look at you. “Because it’s been two months.”

Jungkook shushes you, hugs you close to his chest as you cry like a baby over some apparently unjustifiable doubts. “That big brain of yours,” he sighs, kisses the frown of your head. “Too busy being evil to be logical.” You whine in protest, and Jungkook chuckles, carefully laying back with you clinging to his chest.

He lets you cry it out, palms rubbing over your back, listens to the annoying Jersey Shore opening song playing when the episode ends. When you’re done, you sit up, try to pretend your eyes aren’t swollen and puffy. Jungkook smiles. “All good?”

You might love him.

“I’m gonna ride you,” you announce, and he chokes in surprise, and before he can try to convince you it’s okay, you’re wrestling his sweats and boxers off, taking his half hard cock into your hand. Jungkook flounders, tries to calm you down, but you’re on a mission, working your hand over him until he’s fattening in your hold, melting into the pillows.

“Baby,” he grunts, rolling his hips into your palm. You lean over, pucker your lips and let a thick drop of saliva fall onto the tip of his cock. It trickles over your fingers, makes it easier to run your hands over him. Jungkook groans, reaches down to cup his hand over yours, urging you to squeeze tighter.

When he’s finally as hard as you want him, tip engorged and angry, you sit up, place your palms on his chest as you scoot over him. Jungkook watches you with dark eyes, skin flushed as you line him up. His hands reach for your hips to steady you, tiny gasps falling from his lips at the first prod against your folds. You’re wet from watching him squirm beneath you, from feeling the heavy weight of his cock in your hand, and you hope he feels how much he excites you.

“That’s it,” he croons as you slowly sink down on him, whimpers catching in your throat from the stretch. “That’s my girl.”

Jungkook is purposeful with his words, smiles at you when the muscles in your thighs jolt at the term. When you’re seated to the hilt, folds brushing against his pelvis, Jungkook ruts experimentally. “Fuck,” he chokes breathlessly.

You let your body adjust, spine tingling with every subtle shift from the man beneath you, still so sensitive from your two orgasms from before. Jungkook waits, even though you know all he wants to do right now is fuck up into you like a madman.

When you’re relaxed enough, you begin to move, pushing yourself on your knees slowly, hissing at the drag of his cock against your folds. “F-Fuck,” you whimper, fingernails scratching against where you’ve got them on his chest still. Jungkook grips your hips tightly, and you unconsciously reach for his forearms to steady yourself instead.

“There you go,” he purrs as you slowly pick up the pace, cock sliding inside of you rougher, faster. You know it’s mostly him, muscles in his arms flexing as he moves you up and down, but you don’t care—it feels so good, the upward curve of his cock brushing against your soft spot with each drop of your hips.

He holds you down on one thrust, grinds you over his cock until your clit is rubbing against him roughly, and you cry out his name. You want to kiss him, so very badly, but your position makes it hard. Besides, the sweat beginning to pool in the deep of his collarbones hinted at his oncoming orgasm.

Still, you can’t help the way your eyes instinctively go to trace over his mouth, pouty lips pushed out even more in exertion, teeth grinding together every time your pussy swallows him anew. “Kook,” you mewl, hips bucking forward.

He hums, plants his feet firmly on the mattress as he begins fucking into you. “What is it?” He grunts, pistons into your dripping cunt as you whimper, pleasure crawling up and down your spine. “My pretty girl needs something?”

You wail, nod your head as he continues fucking, ramming his cock into your quivering hole, precum dripping over him. “Yours,” you gasp, mind stuck on what he’d said earlier. “‘M all yours,” you sob, body finally giving out, and you barely catch yourself from falling into him with a palm pressed flatly against his chest.

Jungkook smirks, bucks into you brutally, like he wants you to fall into a boneless heap on top of him. “Yeah, you are,” he groans, as you finally give in, lips brushing against his ear when you flop down on him. “My pretty girl,” he huffs, and you nod, muscles pulled taut as your orgasm begins looming over you. “So cute and mean,” he rambles, lips pressed to your temple. His hips are beginning to lose their rhythm, thrusts growing stilted as he chases his high. “But you know what?” He murmurs, and you whimper. “I like her just like that.”

If his words don’t knock the air out of your lungs, your orgasm surely does. It makes you shudder, the way his hands run over your body, cock ruts into your heat, and you almost cry when the pleasure gets a hold of you. Your muscles tighten, and then loosen, melting into his chest. You’re trembling in his arms, like a leaf holding onto a branch for dear life, choked gasps of his name muffled against his neck.

Jungkook pistons into you, rounds the final corner in his race to orgasm, and eventually spurts his hot cum into you, coats your walls as another reminder that you’re his. He’s a silent orgasmer, sounds catching in his throat as his body twitches beneath you, silent even afterwards as he regains his senses.

A few moments later, you’re shifting out of his hold, pushing yourself onto your elbows to glance down at him. Jungkook’s eyes are shut, but, as if sensing you’re looking at him, he flutters them open, chocolate irises softening at the sight of you.

“Holy shit,” he groans, rolls you off of him carefully. His hand brushes over your thigh, like he’s contemplating licking you clean again, but you stop him with a pointed raise of your brows. “Fine. Pass me the tablet.”

You do, and it’s almost unnerving how easily the two of you slip back into comfort, Jungkook changing into some shorts and handing you your discarded panties, before climbing into bed to watch Jersey Shore. You’ve missed about an entire hour-long episode, so you end up rewinding until the point you last saw.

“You and your Netflix and chilling,” Jungkook snorts, head nestled against your breasts. You roll your eyes.

“This is Hulu,” you point out.

“Oh yeah,” he hums, snuggles closer. His body feels so nice and warm over yours, hands wrapped around you like a lifeline. You end up positioning the tablet off by your hip, supported by a pillow so the two of you can watch properly.

You’re still processing your new title, your new boyfriend, when he perks his head up suddenly, solemn gaze catching yours.

“Hulu and Woohoo,” he says, ever so seriously, and you understand why Doyeon thinks he’s a fool.

[ part three ; imax & climax ]

#goldenclosetnet #ksmutclub #networkbangtan #jungkook smut #jeon jungkook smut #jjk smut #jungkook fic #jeon jungkook fic #mine

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writingamongther0ses · 3 years ago

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Blood in the Water

A plot bunny attacked me and refused to let me sleep unless I write a part of that idea.

Meet Ajay and Aadima Bhagat, everyone.

-_-

Deep within the woods on a snowy mountain was a cabin.

It was nothing special. There were signs, here and there, of it being freshly renovated. Flowerboxes sat on the porch empty, waiting for spring for flowers to fill them. A small windchime blew in the snowy breeze, the little bluejay charm on it creating musical notes. Light shone from the windows, cutting through the winter darkness, giving the cabin a cozy, welcoming look.

A stone path led to the small town. Despite it being covered in snow and darkness, a figure made her way up steadily, the ends of a lavender scarf frantically blowing in the wind. A single flashlight beam lit her way.

Finally, she reached the door, opening and shutting it behind her.

The inside of the cabin was warm and just as homey, family pictures hanging on the walls and little paintings here and there. In the other room, the smell of some kind of stew drifted out, paired with soft singing. “Lathe di chadar, utte saleti rang mahiya, aawo sahmne, aawo sahmne, kolon di russ ke na lang mahiya...”

The young woman pulled off her scarf and hat and pushed up her goggles, a smile forming at the relief of warmth. “I’m home!” she called, stomping the snow off her boots and onto the welcome home mat. The singing stopped and a older woman poked her head out of the kitchen.

Ajay Bhagat smiled when she saw her daughter. “Welcome back, Aadima. Anything from the post office?” The seventeen-year-old nodded, pulling out a bundle of letters and such. She took the bundle, flipping through them. She paused, her smile firming into a neutral line, before flipping through the rest a bit harder.

“Is it from Dad?” More specifically, was it about her dad?

Ajay looked up sharply at the mention of her recent ex-husband, the dragonfly barrette tucked in her hair giving a quick gleam, before her face relaxed some. “Don’t worry about it.” she said, setting the bundle on the dresser next to the door. “Why don’t you go change into less wet stuff? Dinner’s almost ready.”

Aadima nodded, unable to resist the hidden command underneath, despite her desire to pry.

She didn’t want her dad to hurt her mom anymore.

But that had been too late for years.

She headed up the stairs. Down below, she could hear her mom return to the kitchen. Aadima set down the hallway and to the door that was plastered in stickers.

Despite living here for a year, her room was still mostly unpacked. She stepped over boxes and moved past blank walls to get to her dresser. The wet clothes were thrown in the laundry basket and soon she was changing into more comfortable jeans and a battered, much-loved sweater. For good measure, she pulled a hoodie over that, still a bit chilled from her walk. She dug for a bit more and soon came up with fuzzy socks, the ones with cat faces on them that made her grin. She then pulled out some boots- her favorite pair that she had kept, despite time and wear meaning they couldn’t be used as snow boots, because she liked the feel of wearing them.

When she came back downstairs, her mom was setting a pot on the table. A basket of crackers and another basket of naan stood on either side. “Smells good.” Aadima said, grabbing the two bowls to help Ajay ladle the stew in. Soon enough, both sat across from each other, both waiting for their stew to cool a little.

“So, how was school?”

“Good!” Aadima said, a touch too quickly. Her mind had returned to the bundle of letters. Ajay raised a brow and she calmed herself, pulling away to that topic to the news she wanted to give. “Good. I checked my report card and I got all As!” She couldn’t help but grin at the news. Hopefully it would reassure her mom.

It seemed to, guessing by the wide grin and eager little clap that she did. “Ooh, I’m so happy for you!”

“Aw, Mom.” Aadima cooed, taking a piece of naan bread and dipping into the stew. She couldn’t help by smile at the taste she was rewarded with. “How was your day?” She asked unintentionally, knowing what she was going to receive.

Ajay’s smile dimmed a little bit. “You know... unpacking. Stuff like that.” She shrugged, picking up her spoon and taking a bite of the stew.

She wanted to say something. Point out her mother’s weight loss that had whittled her down to barely a waif, the dark bags upon bags that showed a clear lack of sleep, the desire to return to the small town she had grown up in despite the trauma her grandparents associated with. The clear stress that outlined her mother’s every move.

But her mother didn’t want to talk about it.

Maybe they should?

Before Aadima could open her mouth, try and dive in, something thumped outside. Normally they would brush the sound off as a flowerbox knocking over in the wind, but this sounded different.

Too heavy.

Too loud.

The two shared confused glances.

Another thump made Ajay stand. She flinched at another massive thump, this time paired with the sound of muffled breathing.

“Aadima.” she breathed. “Get-”

-_-

Cold.

Why was it cold?

Ajay blinked confusedly, her thoughts running slow and sticky. She blinked a few times, feeling feeling return to her. The cold was everywhere.

That, she realized absently, was because she was lying in snow.

The thirty-three-year-old sat up slowly, confusion and fear pulsing. She was on what looked like a deer track in the middle of the woods. The snow was falling heavily and the night sky was moonless, meaning she was basically blind. How had she gotten out here?

Where was her daughter?

“Aadima?” she called weakly. There was no response. She cleared her throat. “Aadima!” The cry came out stronger this time. Again, nothing came. She moved to stand-

A sharp pain, everywhere.

Ajay sat back down with a grunt, looking down. The faded sweatshirt, with the white tank she wore underneath, and much loved sweatpants she wore were shredded, revealing large, bloody bite marks. They were too human to be animalistic, too animalistic to be human. Blood stained the snow around her.

What had happened?

A cold wind blew and Ajay shivered. Right, she was outside, not dressed for the winter. She managed to get to her feet, biting back a wince at the snow on her bare feet. She needed to find shelter, get warm...

She set down the deer path.

...and then find her daughter.

#writeblr #my writing #horror #wip #family

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anotherhellchild · 4 years ago

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📂 Not sure if you're into this but considering you're bakugou centric I figured it would be cool if you could do a little bakubowl pls. Only if you want to though if course. Oh, and also I think that you are honestly a wonderful writer. Thanks for your service.

I usually keep things gen and I haven’t really done anything ship related before, to be honest I just don’t really know how to write stuff like that. Having said that though, I definitely don’t mind giving it a try! I’m gonna do my best but pls keep in mind that I don’t really know what I’m doing so don’t expect too much! 😳😳

(Also anon, ur really sweet thank you so much! 🥺 hope u like this:) )

It’s been a really fucking shitty week for Katsuki. He was away on an internship the week before and now he has five assignments due, three exams to take and a lot of homework to catch up on. He’s stressed, tired and he’s barely got any time to fucking breathe because he still needs to keep his usual training schedule up and he needs to tutor his idiot squad too.

All in all, Katsuki’s busy as fuck right now and just has a lot on his mind.

Or in other words: ‘The Beast of 1a’ has been overworking himself like crazy -again- and it’s really starting to show. Living off of coffee, energy drinks and very little sleep isn’t doing Katsuki much good. The class is even pretty sure that the boy’s been forgetting to eat meals.

Honestly, the behaviour is very unlike Katsuki, but this has happened before.

Still though, the class is pretty worried. Shoji saw Katsuki walk into a wall last Thursday so it’s for good reason too.

Despite their concern however, the class can’t help but stare at Katsuki when he gets like this.

It’s cute.

The boy walks around either unfocussed or extremely focussed. He’ll be wearing loose jogging pants, fuzzy socks and oversized hoodies, sometimes there’ll be a blanket draped over his head held tight between his arms, like he’s hugging himself. Light purple circles will hang from red, slightly dazed eyes and his cheeks will be slightly flushed too. His hair is constantly messy (more so than usual) but it’s in this adorable way that just makes it look even poofier than it already is, plus it’s very often tied in a tiny ponytail on top of his head or it’ll be pushed back with little hair clips or a headband.

He’s just so freaking adorable. Wandering around like a little puppy, searching the kitchen for food, or heading out the door for a run.

It’s almost kind of funny, the class never knows if they’re going to accidentally run into their angry neighborhood hedgehog, because said hedgehog will emerge from his room at the most random times. Sightings can range from anytime it’s dark outside to anytime it’s light outside and there is no in between because there is literally no in between, that time slot goes around the clock. There’s also absolutely no pattern or any other way to indicate when and if Katsuki’s going to emerge either, 1a just kinda has to hope he’ll come downstairs the same time they’re downstairs.

And thus, it gets to the point where everybody’s downstairs, constantly. Just so that they can maybe catch a glimpse of their lost puppy Katsuki for a brief moment.

The best part of all of this though, is that Katsuki’s oblivious dumbass doesn’t even realize what’s going on. He’s way too focussed on other things to notice the way the common area goes quiet whenever he enters, 19 pairs of eyes immediately latch onto him. He’s just so damn cute!

Anyway, the best best part about this, is that in general, it’s way easier to do things for Katsuki without him realizing/ finding out and getting offended or suspicious about it or whatever.

Kaminari will always have hair ties and clips with him so he can wordlessly hand them to Katsuki when one of his breaks or gets lost.

Sato will cook/bake like crazy and prepare snacks for everyone, he makes sure to make some extra for Katsuki and always puts those to the side for him.

Sero and Jiro will casually (and silently) go study with Katsuki in his room, just so the boy has some company and some people to keep an eye on him. Tokoyami will join them from time to time as well.

Koda will get any random animal to show Katsuki, it gives the boy a tiny break and something else to focus on for a moment. Plus the look of wonder in those red eyes is always to die for. Koda also lends his bunny or finds a cat that Katsuki can take up to his room, the animal will sit in Katsuki’s lap as he works and the boy’ll absentmindedly pet it. Oh and Shoji helps Koda find the animals so it’s a joint effort.

Momo makes tea or other beverages, she brings it up to Katsuki and makes sure he’s getting enough to drink/eat. Aoyama and Asui will come with her to check up on the boy themselves every now and then too.

Ojiro has an insane amount of stationary so he’ll always be there to provide Katsuki with any paper, ruler, marker, pen or pencil he needs. Ojiro has it all.

Midoriya does his best to not provoke Katsuki too much. Him and Iida are the ones that provided Katsuki with all the notes he missed whilst he was gone.

Kirishima just buys Katsuki a bunch of shit. He makes sure to keep it subtle though. “Oh yeah, I found this hoodie in the back of my closet! You can have it, otherwise I’m going to throw it out.” “Hey dude, I was just at the store and these chocolate bars were buy one get one free! Here you go!”

Uraraka, Ojiro and Asui are all pretty good cooks so they’ve made dinner for Katsuki a couple times now. All of them make sure to make his portion extra spicy because they know that’s Katsuki’s favorite.

Hagakure’s the one who’s secretly taking pictures of sleepy Katsuki to share with the rest of the class, she’s a godsend in everyone's eyes.

Mina checks up on Katsuki every night. She’ll come by a couple different times to make sure her boy’s eaten enough and she’ll ask if he needs anything (water, food, blanket, a new pen, you name it!) She and the rest of the Bakusquad also send a bunch of memes so Katsuki can have a laugh whenever he decides to take a break.

Shinso always stays in the common area until late in the night because he’s learned that Katsuki tends to wander down there pretty often when he gets like this. The blond will be half asleep and he’ll come down because he either just finished whatever he was doing and needed to get ready for bed, wanted a snack, had a nightmare or was about to go for a late night/ early morning workout. He’ll handle things differently depending on the situation, but it’s usually pretty easy for Shinso to guide the boy to the couch and gently lean against him until he falls asleep, or they both do.

Todoroki is always there whenever Katsuki goes to workout. Whether the blond’s planning on just going for a run, doing an entire boot camp type training or if he just wants to fight, Todoroki makes sure to always be there. Sometimes that means Todoroki needs to stay awake till ungodly hours but he doesn’t care, he’s glad to be by Katsuki’s side and it’s for the better too. Katsuki sometimes needs someone there with him to make sure he doesn’t pass out and Todoroki’s just the one who does that. It’s a pretty important roll.

At the end of the day, the class knows it’s best to just try and leave Katsuki to do what he needs to as much as possible. As long as they keep a careful eye on the boy, and make sure he doesn’t implode, then this ‘mood’ or ‘state’ -whatever you wanna call it- usual passes after a week or two. It’s worrisome, yes, but they know the class’ bomb is gonna be fine.

Besides, him being like this gives them a great excuse to treat him like the cute lil’ baby he is.

#idk if i did this right but i tried T-T #im so sorry #anywayy #bnha #my hero academia #bakugou katsuki #BAKUBOWL #class 1a #headcanon #sleepy katsuki #u cant tell me he wouldnt be adorable #bnha headcanons #folder ask!!

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starr-fall-knight-rise · 4 years ago

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HASO, “Your Choice.”

I am having a lot of fun with this arc. Writing it has put me in a good mood, so I hope you like it as well :)

He walked the halls of the Oxystation with a gun slung over his front hanging from a shortened tac sling around his neck and shoulder. He rested his arms and hands against the weapon as he walked down the hall. The gun was more of a redundancy than anything, if any unwanted alien was able to breach the hull of the station with the armored patrol outside than his gun was just a token sign of resistance. Of course, there was always the possibility that one of the patients would become violent and attack a staff member, but that possibility was quite low, even lower than it was in human mental health clinics. Only five percent of the mentally ill population was any sort of danger to anyone but themselves, and a large percentage of that would still, likely, never do anything bringing that number down somewhere closer to one percent.

With aliens it was even less likely, they weren’t naturally aggressive like humans, so when their mental health tanked, it tended to do it with extreme anxiety and something that looked sort of like depression, though the different species presented the illness differently.

Working at the Oxyclinic had been good for him. It hadn’t been long until his enthusiasm for alien life had come trickling back in, and his fear had been discarded like a sock with a hole in it. He had even offered to help with the oxytheropy that the psychologists were offering. If anything was gong to get rid of his lingering fear of aliens, it was probably going to involve spooning one.

A weird way to deal with internalized fear but there you had it.

The oxystation wasn’t just for the oxytheropy. Human and alien psychologists were taking the time to learn about other species, and put together differing treatment plans for their patients. There was a high turnover rate, and not all the people who came to the clinic ended up staying, not all of them needed oxytheropy, and not all of them would do well having it considering that some of the fear the patients had often centered their issues around humans. To his surprise, he found that a lot of it centered around the Drev war.

He looked down at his watch and took a sharp right turn down the nearest hallway entering the guard quarters just as his watch reached the hour.

“Morning LT.” Someone called and he waved a hand.

“Anything to report?”

“Nothing, all is quiet as usual.”

He ejected the magazine of his gun, and checked the chamber to make sure it wasn’t still loaded before racking it in the safebox as one of the other men stepped up to take his place on patrol.

The other group of men and women looked up at him from where they sat around a table playing cards, “Want us to deal you in.”

Adam shook his head walking over to his locker and pulling out a fresh pair of light blue scrubs, “No I promised the doc I would help today.”

The other humans shook their heads and rolled their eyes, “leave it up to you to want to spoon aliens.”

“Spooning aliens is a lucrative job. You should try it sometime, maybe you’d finally have enough money to buy the bag you’ve always wanted.”

“Bag?”

“YEah the nice one to cover your face.” he shut the locker and grinned at the car players to let them know it was all in good fun before turning towards the bathroom, where he changed and stepped back out. The scrubs were very breazy in comparison to his guard uniform and he shivered slightly returning to his locker.

It was important for people working on the ward to be completely unarmed, and for the humans to look as non threatening as possible. A strict list of instructions urged them not to smile with their teeth, and to keep their hands and feet covered at all times. He wasn’t entirely sure if the fuzzy socks and mittens were entirely necessary for that, but apparently some of the aliens interpreted human nails as claws, and some genius had thought that covering them up like this was very nonthreatening.

Looking in the mirror he had to admit it worked.

In his light blue scrubs and the fuzzy white mittens, he looked more like the easter bunny than he did a killer.

But then again, in real life he didn’t look much like a killer either.

He turned to walk out the door flipping off the people geering at him before remembering that he was wearing a mitten, which kind of negated the point of the gesture.

From there he wandered back up the hall and was buzzed into the ward after waving to the camera. He went through a few metal detectors which pinged on his leg, but they let him through anyway as he stepped into the hall and up to the staff room where the other workers and a few psychologists were having a break.

He took a seat in a chair and idly watched the TV.

HE looked around at the people who wore similar clothes as him and noted, not for the first time, that it took a special kind of person to do this job. All of these people were remarkably docile and relaxed people, and as far as he knew the vast majority of them had no shame. Despite humans being prone to cuddling pretty much anything and everything, its was pretty hard to spoon an alien and not feel awkward about it, but these people right here, they either enjoyed it or they were damn good at faking it.

Adam wasn’t good at faking anything so he was the former.

HE shifted slightly in his seat thinking about some of the aliens on the ward before his mind inevitably shifted to…. To him…. The alien that he dreaded seeing the most…. A big, tall hulking creature that wandered his nightmares and made his leg ache.

The Drev.

The Drev with eyes like the thing that had stolen his leg.

He put a hand to his head feeling a bit dizzy. He had only had one PTSD related panic attack since getting here, and that was only because he had been accidentally exposed to the Drev unexpectedly one day and without knowing that he was on the ward. It had been embarrassing for him as he tried not to let anyone know about his condition, but based on that incident he had been forced to come clean.

Ever since that incident he had been quietly forcing himself to get closer and closer to the Drev despite the psychologists telling him that it was perfectly acceptable for him to step off the ward if the Drev was on.

But adam didn’t like that mentality much.

He had always felt, ever since returning from the Drev war, that people were too soft on him. They always sat there and told him that it was fine and whatever he needed to do was important, that he couldn’t blame himself if he couldn’t handle something. They were all very forgiving and very understanding, but that's not what he wanted. At some point, he felt that it was acceptable to get up in someone's face and tell them that: no you aren't doing good enough and that you behavior isn’t ok.

He wanted people to ask more of him, not less, and he wanted to get better not stay stagnant.

If other people wanted to spend their days medicated and avoiding the things that made them hurt than that was their decision, but he planned on healing all the way.

It was a thought that he espoused only for himself and did not apply it to others.

Their mental health was their business.

Either way, he was going to make something out of this, and had slowly been approaching the Drev on the ward over time. He didn’t know if the Drev knew, and it didn’t matter to him so much, but he did have a bit of his own agenda.

The door creaked open, and one of the psychologists stuck her head into the room looking around for a quick moment before her eyes fell on Adam.

“Lieutenant, can I speak with you for a moment.”

For a second Adam’s heart stopped a little. Was he in trouble? Had he done something wrong?

He tried looking at her face to see any signs of displeasure, but she was a difficult woman to read, so he stood slowly and followed her from the room and back into her office where he took a seat.

She sat across from him at her desk hands folded together. SHe looked him over with eyes that seemed to bore into his sole, “How are you doing, Adam.”

He shifted nervously in his seat, “Er… I thought I was a staff member not a patient.”

“Just humor me.”

“I’m good.”

“Any panic attacks recently.”

“No ma’am.”

“Are you being truthful.”

“You and I both know I’m shit at lying.”

She grunted and clasped her hands together looking at him with a stern expression.

HE shifted awkwardly in his seat, “What” “I have… a mission for you, though it is one I worry might jeopardize your mental health if it goes wrong, and the mental health of my patient as well. If it goes right however I think it would do BOTH of you a world of good. What I would be asking you to do is…. Of questionable ethicality.”

That made him nervous. “What do you mean by that?”

“I mean by asking you to jeopardize your mental health, I could be in serious violation of a couple of major statutes in my field, however assuming you do it willingly it might not be so bad.”

Despite his apprehension, his curiosity won out, “Go on?”

“Kanan.”

“Cannon, WHat?”

“No, Kanan, the name of the Drev on the ward.”

Adam shifted in his seat, stomach churning, “Oh…. go on.”

“Have you noticed he has a limp.”

“I…. suppose I haven't looked closely enough.”

“Well he does, and you want to guess where he got that limp?”

He had a pretty good guess, “The war?”

“Exactly.”

“And….. I suppose you think….” He trailed off

“He lost everything during the war Adam, his mate, his honor, his home. He is injured and exiled, and at this moment there are very few people in the galaxy that can even partially understand what he has gone through.” She leaned back in her chair looking at him, “I think, that having someone like you to speak with about what happened would be,.... Beneficial to both of you.” She paused, “DId you know that human and Drev psychology is surprisingly similar….”

He shook his head, “Well it is, and I think the two of you would recover faster if you had something to work on together.”

“With all due respect ma’am, my papers say I’m recovered.”

“The UNSC isn’t exactly known for their in depth medical reviews Lieutenant. I know they overlooked some things. Either way, it’s your choice.”

***

Adam stood in front of the door. His hands were sweating leaving the inside of the mitten’s sticky and unpleasant. He felt nauseous, but swallowed to hold it down eyes wide as he stared at the door. What was he doing? What was he doing?

He took a deep breath.

Not being a coward, that’s what he was doing. He reached a hand up and knocked on the door before he could chicken out. There was silence and the knock seemed to echo down the hall for eternity. He waited, and waited, and waited, and assumed at some point maybe he had caught the large alien sleeping, but then the door opened.

His human knee went weak, and it was only the prosthetic that kept him standing as he stared up at the huge, hulking figure.

Adam was, tall 6,2 to be precise, but this hulking behemoth had to have been around or over nine feet tall, with blood red armor, and four bulging arms. It stared at him with bright golden eyes that brought echoes of his past welling up into his ears. He felt as if he was about to fall over, but then the creature turned and trundled back into the room, snapping Adam out of his trance.

He was breathing hard, and he thought about turning back, but instead, he stepped softly into the room leaving the door open just as crack as he moved inside.

The room around him was dark, and the floor was scattered with crumbled pieces of paper.

A box of markers lay on the ground to one side. He looked down to see he was stepping on a discarded piece of paper, and stepped back to look down, realizing the drawing there was of a tree, with striped bark and spiraling branches. It looked like something out of a Dr Seus book though he recognized it as an Anum/ Anin coiltree.

He crouched down to pick the paper up.

He looked up to see the Drev had returned to the edge of his cot and was sitting down, a shapeless form in the dark.

“You mind if I turn the light on?” Adam asked.

At first the Drev didn’t answer, but then he took a long breath through those strange holes in his neck and managed a deep, rumbling, “THe colors are too bright.”

Adam paused then, “Well neither of us can see very well in the dark and, he held up the page, drawing in the dark can’t be easy.”

There was a grunt.

“I’m going to turn the lights on.”

The Drev didn’t stop him, and as he did the room lit up showing even more pages scattered over the floor, all drawings of Anin some of them sloppy, some of them, quite artistic for a species he hadn’t thought practiced art.

He knelt down to examine a few of them, “Not bad.”

He picked up one of the pictures to examine it.

“This looks like the valley between the volcanic belts.”

The Drev turned to look at him, and when his eyes fell on Adam, the page slipped from his hand floating back to the floor.

The uncanny deepness of it’s golden eyes unnerved him.

“You were in the war?”

Adam’s hands were shaking, but he clasped them together to hide that fact.”

There was a long silence between them, and then he reached down pulling up the leg of his scrubs to reveal the titanium construction underneath, “I was.”

The Drev seemed surprised and looked up at him.

“You were one of them.” he said it very flatly, and Adam suddenly grew very worried that the Drev would kill him in revenge for being part of the operation that decimated his people.

“One of your number killed my father.”

Fuck

He went to back away but the Drev just looked down.

He sighed very deeply, “You were a strong and worthy opponent. We never had a chance.”

His voice was not bitter, or hate filled. There was some measure of regret behind his words but not enough to constitute anger. And when Adam looked at the creature, he could do nothing but feel sorry for him.

He quietly walked over trying to avoid the pages on the floor and then, unsure, sat next to the large figure.

Adam was not used to feeling small, but sitting next to the huge figure of the drev, he felt very tiny indeed.

The inside of the gloves were absolutely soaking, and with some measure of annoyance he tossed them off and onto the floor.

He wiped his palm on his shirt, reached out, fingers trembling and rested a hand on the Drev’s arm.

“You want to tell me about it? I.. My people didn’t exactly take the time to understand yours….. Now that I think about it it hardly seems fair.”

The Drev snorted ,”My mother believed that war was supposed to be fair, but my father understood that there was always inherent unfairness in battle…. The two of them didn’t get along towards the end. I think I agree with my father, to assume that your species would abide by our rules of combat was…. Ignorant of us.” The Drev turned to look at him, “Your species is much more efficient at war than mine is.”

His hands weren’t shaking anymore.

And he realized that, when he looked at this Drev, He didn’t see much of an enemy at all.

But he did see someone broken by the war…. Just like him.

He looked down at his feet, and when he did his eyes came across another drawing. This one of a drev, It really only had an outline since it’s carapace seemed to be white, and the way it had been rendered with such delicate care, made it pretty clear to Adam who it might have been.

He picked it up quietly.

“You…. want to tell me about her?”

The Drev turned to look his eyes resting on the picture. Adam didn’t think up to this point he could read Drev facial expressions, but the welling of sadness in the creature’s face was so poignant that Adam felt his own chest tighten,

Damn the human’s heightened sense of empathy.

For a moment he thought the Drrev was going to tell him to get out, but, instead, he took the image and stared down at it, “Nechal…. Named after the moon….. She was the most glorious fighter I had ever seen in battle, strong, and graceful and powerful. She was not afraid to die, but she didn’t let that lower her guard. On the battlefield she was a goddess of war, and off…. She was…. Kind in ways that aren’t common among our people. I may have been attracted to her because of her fighting prowess, but I loved her because of the kindness she showed. Especially towards my sister… someone who needed kindness more than anyone I know.”

He took a very deep breath and when he spoke again his words were thick.

Could Drev cry? “In our people it is…. Custom not to mourn the dead who are lost in battle because their return to the spiritual realm will be glorious. It is a great honor to lose a mate in battle….” He looked down at his four hands, “But I do not feel honored…. I feel alone…. I miss her, ever day and every night I miss her, and I wish she hadn’t died…” He looked up and when he did Adam was struck by the expression of pain and grief on his face.

As if he was feeling the Drev’s pain in real time, he felt his chest clench again, and tears welled in his eyes. How could he not?

Anyone who didn’t feel the same must have had no feelings?

“I was exiled because…. I could not follow her into the afterlife…. With my injury I should have given my body over to the fire, and maybe then I'd be with her, but I just…. I couldn’t do it. I miss her every day and yet I don’t have the strength to go to her…. I am a fraud among my people, a coward and a fraud and….

“Hey! Hold on.”

The Drev went quiet and turned to look at Adam who was now gripping his arm tight in one hand.

“You think she’d want to hear you say that.”

That seemed to take the Drev off guard and he stared at Adam with some measure of confusion.

“You said she was kind wasn’t she….. Well then I doubt she'd appreciate you talking about yourself like that.”

He was quiet for some time.

“Look I…. I lost my leg during the war to…. To one of your soldiers and. It’s messed me up for a real long time. Hell you scare the daylights out of me, but I’m moving forward.”

THe Drev frowned at him, “Scared of… us… you won?”

Adam laughed, “We didn’t win anything. Nobody won, a lot of people died and a lot of people were crippled, and for what? I think about that a lot, for honor? Honor. Well maybe I don’t understand what honor means because to me, it would be something worth dying over.”

The Drev contemplated him for a long time.

“We may have won but we did it with scared soldiers like me, and broken soldiers like me. I’m probably never going to recover from the war. That’s the difference between you and me, you guys can make it through war in one piece but me…. Humans… we may be good at war but it destroys us.”

He sighed, “I guess what I am trying to say is, instead of feeling sorry for what you can’t change, why not move forward. Do something you think is worth it, do something Ne-” he stumbled over the Drev word, “Nechal would think was worth it.”

He didn’t know what he was saying, he didn’t know if what he was saying even made sense. Nerves had always made him ramble. He knew he was talking too much but he didn’t know what else to do.

The Drev looked down, and Adam. as was his training made a bit of a decision.

He shut up.

Which was a feat in itself.

Reached over and hugged the larger alien. His arms didn’t make it anywhere close to wrapping around him, but he hoped that maybe it would help?

He didn’t know.

He was kind of just a raging idiot most of the time, so his plans were usually half assed at best.

The Drev stiffened and then relaxed. Adam’s head was resting against the creature’s huge planted shoulder. It felt like hugging corded steel cables.

He would have to say that being hugged by something with four arms was a bit of an experience. Most aliens didn’t usually hug back, they were more the recipient of hugs, but it seemed that the Drev wasn’t unfamiliar with the concept, either that or he learned fast, and damn Adam felt even smaller encircled in the arms of the huge alien.

Kanan could have crushed him if he wanted, but let him go not long after to Adam’s surprise and relief.

The Drev looked at him.

He looked back

“You are strange creatures.”

He gave a weak smile, forgetting the rule about showing teeth, “So they say.”

It was a bit of a gamble but things had worked out better than the psychologist could have hoped. Drev are more receptive to self reflection than humans are. Humans like to internalize things, and their brains become obsessive. Drev have more control over their minds in many cases than humans do, so Adam’s encouragement for Kanan to do something his dead mate would think worthwhile showed results almost immediately.

To Adam’s grudging pleasure, the Drev seemed to be recovering faster than he was.

And was well on his way to recovering completely when the communication came for Adam one night while he sat lying on his bed next to Waffles, thinking about his future.

The pink roused him from near sleep and he sat up on one elbow to look at the time.

i t was only nine earth time, so he rolled onto his side and sat up, patching the communication through.

A light blue screen of holographic image filled his vision, and on the other side he could see Colonel Kelly sitting in front of him….. At least Colonel until he realized the star on her uniform.

His eyes widened slightly. He went to speak but she shook her head at him.

“I trust you are doing well Lieutenant.”

“Yes ma’am. I have no complaints.”

She nodded, “Good, good, I am sorry to intrude, but I am afraid this rest period is over for you. You are requested to return to earth on the next outgoing transport.”

He frowned and rubbed the back of his head, “Uh of course ma’am but…. Why?”

She stared at him long and hard, ‘I have a very important decision for you to make. It is one that is not going to be popular or easy, but I urge you to accept my request.”

He frowned and shook his head, “You aren't making sense, What is this all about?”

“Tensions are rising between our delegates and the GA, if we don’t do something soon, I am worried that this will devolve into infighting and eventually war. I have to work fast in order to stop this outcome, and you are the lynchpin that holds my plan together.”

“Me.” He squeaked.

“Yes, you, now Adam, be honest with me. What is your opinion on the GA and our involvement with them?”

He rubbed the back of his neck though his thoughts were adamant, “Cooperation wherever and however possible. We need them, and I believe they could due with being our allies, ma’am.”

“And if I gave you a job to try and reach that goal, would you take it?”

“I would do whatever I had to do ma’am.”

He was being truthful.

She nodded her head.

“Good then, it’s your choice at the end of the day, but if we act now, we can change everything.”

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sigritandtheelves · 5 years ago

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Lifeline

PG | 2.1k wds | angst with a happy ending; MSR; canon divergence; s9: “William;” the Gunmen are alive so everything is better

Summary: She’s coming apart so he’s coming to get her.

A/N: I’ve got a looooong time in this airport so I finished this for you. It’s super self-indulgent. Not sorry.

_+_

Blood on the crib sheet, blood on her baby’s head. How many times will they hurt him in his own nursery? How many times can she do this? She hasn’t slept in 36 hours and she can’t keep her own child safe.

William cries and cries while she clings to his blue bunny hat, helpless in this sterile space. Mulder in the hospital was awful; this is unbearable.

The doctor tells her, as so many have before, that her baby is fine. But things could have been different. She did not keep him safe.

Look at me. Look what they did. Is this what you want for your son?

The words echo for hours, that raspy voice. How easily she had been manipulated. Scully does not trust herself, watching her smiling child who looks at her with open love and no reason to doubt. You’re wrong to love me, she thinks to him.

She cannot be trusted.

She cannot be trusted with a child.

Scully comes apart in his nursery, in the same clothes she’s been wearing since she sang to him in the car with no cares but that it was past his bedtime. She stands in the place where she could have lost her baby twice now. She thinks this child would be better off without her. She understands that she deserves to be alone.

—

“Look, I told her not to do anything, not to talk to anyone yet, but you need to get to Mulder. Get him to come back here now.” Monica Reyes is nearly shouting into her phone, her patience running thin. She caught that child as he came into this world, and she won’t see him sent away without a fight.

“Listen, lady, I told you we don’t know where he is.” Frohike’s voice also seems impatient, but she senses there’s something he’s holding back. “I haven’t seen him in months. No one knows where he is.” She catches it this time, a kind of verbal wink, and she pulls back.

“Okay,” she says. “Okay, I’m sorry. I’ll keep trying through official channels.”

“You do that. And don’t call here again!”

He hangs up and she puts her own phone away. She looks up at the window to Dana Scully’s apartment where the other woman paces, casting shadows on the curtains. Dana refuses to sleep, but Monica will stay with her tonight. She’ll keep watch, and she’ll call Skinner if she has to. That baby isn’t going anywhere.

—

At six the next morning, Scully is curled around William in her bed, clutching him as they both doze, her lips pressed to his fuzzy head. At the sound of the front door opening, she jerks awake fully, a reflex of panic forcing her upright. She lifts William to her chest and ducks down beside the bed, holding him against her, grateful for his silence in sleep.

A soft knock on her door. “Dana.”

Reyes’s voice. Still, Scully doesn’t move, tucked between her bed and dresser.

The knock again. “Dana, can I come in?”

After a moment, Scully realizes what she’s doing, feels foolish, and stands. She hesitates, but moves to unlock her door. Reyes is there, as she expected, but so is Melvin Frohike.

“Hey, there’s that kiddo,” he says, bopping William’s sock-covered foot. He seeks out her eyes, concerned. “You okay?”

Scully tries not to cry, but feels the tears welling anyway. She nods. “Yeah,” she says. “Fine.”

Frohike gives her a scrutinizing look and nods like he doesn’t quite believe it. He says nothing, reaches into his pocket instead. “Got something for ya.” It’s a phone, small and gray and indistinct, perhaps a little rough around the edges, with nicks in its plastic casing like it’s been pried apart more than a few times. “When this rings, you answer it, okay? Should be in the next five minutes or so.”

Scully takes the phone from him without question. Frohike and Monica exchange a glance—worried, she thinks, but can’t work up the motivation to reassure them. William stirs and she adjusts his weight in her arms, rubbing his back, kissing the top of his head.

“Well,” the man says. “I guess I’ll head out. When he wakes up, tell the kid I said hi.”

Scully nods and watches as he turns to go. Belatedly, she calls out, “Thank you,” though she isn’t sure yet what for.

Monica tells her, “I’ll make some coffee,” and leaves for the kitchen.

Scully closes the door again and locks it. She lays William on the bed—still rosy-cheeked and snoozing—and sits beside him watching his tiny chest move up and down in sleep. She puts her hand on his belly, feels the flutter of his heartbeat. The phone surprises her when it rings. Its chirping is unfamiliar, and she presses the answer button quickly, lest it wake the baby.

Hesitant, she speaks into the receiver: “H-hello?”

“Scully? Dana?”

The room spins and she’s grateful to be sitting on the bed. She’s woozy at the sound, unbelieving. The tears are back, pressing at her eyelids, and she’s sure she can’t breathe. “Mulder?” Her voice emerges too high.

“It’s me,” he says. “I can’t talk long.” There’s a muttered shit, and then, “I’m coming, okay? Honey, don’t do anything, just stay there in the apartment. I’m coming as quick as I can. Don’t do anything until I get there.”

“Muld—“ she chokes on a sob. “You’re coming?”

“Yeah,” he says, his voice gentler. “I’ve got a long drive, and it’s not safe for me to talk much longer, but I’m coming. Tell William I’m coming, okay? I love you.”

There’s crackling over the line, like the connection is unstable, like his voice could disappear at any moment, and it makes her desperate, makes her grip the phone tighter. “Mulder, I’m sorry,” she sniffs. “I couldn’t do it alone.”

Another hum and pulse of static, and his voice sounds more distant. “You did a good job,” he says. “Just wait for me.”

Scully nods, though she knows he can’t see it, and says into the phone, “I love you.” A second later the line goes dead and she isn’t sure if he’s heard her. She cradles the phone in her hands like a sacred and fragile thing: it gave her his voice in her ear after all these months. She looks at William on the bed and rubs her index finger along his cheek. “He’s coming back,” she tells him, and tries to make herself believe it.

—

She waits for two days, the tension of her need buzzing like a hive of bees, nerves frazzled, unwilling to put William down even for a few minutes. Monica offers to watch him while she showers, but Scully refuses. She tells Monica to go home and takes William into the bath with her, soaps them both up and tells him it won’t be long. “He’ll be here soon,” she whispers. The hours stretch like months, and the two of them wait alone behind locked doors.

Mulder’s wheels are on the road, somewhere in the world, spinning ever closer. That knowledge is the only thread that keeps her tethered to the world.

—

He drives a beat-up junker into Georgetown and feels terribly out of place. Mulder has grown scruff into an almost-beard that is streaked with small patches of gray. He wears oil-stained jeans and a hooded sweatshirt, but he enters under the cover of darkness in the hope that no one will notice him. It’s almost three in the morning. He brought practically nothing with him, but his back pocket holds a photo of William, his small pack the phone he used to call her. He’s home now. He sees her apartment and his heart slams in his chest.

She’s a wreck, man. She’s not okay. Keeps talking about giving up the baby to keep him safe. Frohike’s words had been like slow punches to the gut. How bad it had been for him in all these months—he never thought about how bad it could have been for her. For them.

Mulder lets himself into the building, quiet, and approaches her door. He prays that his family is on the other side. Let them be there, he thinks. Let them be okay. He turns his key in the lock and pushes it open. “Scully?” A hushed call into the darkened apartment, but nothing. He locks the door behind him. Quiet, he moves through the dark to the bedroom door but finds it, too, locked.

“Scully,” he whispers again, taps the door three times. There’s nothing for a moment, so he tries again. “Scully?” A little louder this time. There’s rustling on the other side.

“Mulder?”

A wash of relief. “It’s me,” he says. “You okay? Can I come in?”

He hears a groan of furniture sliding—a dresser in front of the door? The lock turns, the door cracks open, and she’s standing there in yellow lamp light, holding their son, hair mussed from sleep. Her eyes go wide at his appearance—so different from when he left, he’s sure—and then her face gives way in a heartbreaking flood of relief. “Hi,” she manages, and then she falls against him, face pressed into his sweatshirt and crying already. He scoops them both to him, speechless, presses his face to her hair and breathes them in. His hands find her waist, then in her hair, then her shoulders so he can tip her back and see the baby, who has stirred and fussed and opened his eyes: still blue, like hers. He touches the baby’s face, his soft onesie.

It is too much for him. For her, too. They all crumple to the floor, a whole family of inconsolables, crying into each other and kissing cheeks and eyes and foreheads and fuzzy heads and scruffy beards and finally lips when he can’t stand it any longer because she’s just so beautiful and this is his son and he’s missed them both so very much.

“I’m so sorry,” he says at last. “I shouldn’t have left you.”

She shakes her head, “No,” she says. “I should have been stronger.”

He also tells her no, tells her she did just right. “You’re okay. We’re all okay. We’re together now,” he says. “We don’t separate again.“ His family: how could he have walked away? “I won’t go anywhere without you. Without both of you. We stay together.”

She wipes her face, buries it in his arm, kisses his bicep. “Yeah. Okay.”

Mulder scoops his hands under his son’s back and lifts the child up. “He’s gotten so big,” he says, taking in the boy’s solid weight, his chubby cheeks, his rather large head. “Look at the noggin on this kid.”

Scully laughs, still swiping at her eyes. “That’s all you,” she says, smiling at him with a look that quickens his heart with the sheer volume of love in it. “The Scullys were petite babies.”

He gives her a look, like even Bill? and she’s still smiling at him. It is his favorite thing. He cups her cheek, rubs his thumb at her temple.

William burbles a “Ya ya” and regards his father curiously, glancing now and then to Scully for reassurance. She boops his nose and whispers, “That’s daddy,” which makes Mulder’s breath hitch.

The baby presses his feet down in an I-want-to-stand gesture, so Mulder grips him under the arms and lets his little feet press into the rug. The baby holds up his weight, satisfied, and shoves a fist into his mouth. “Strong,” Mulder says.

“Yeah. He wants to walk.”

Mulder left a squalling infant and came back to an almost-toddler, a little person forming his own personhood. He turns his gaze Scully, who’s watching them with a look he cannot name. “We’re okay now,” he tells her.

She holds his scruffy jaw with both her hands. “Thank you,” she says.

He leans in and kisses her mouth, rubs his nose against hers, drinks her in like he’s dying of thirst. “Let’s get in bed, hmm?” He finally says.

They close and lock the door. At her nervous look, he helps her push the dresser back in front of it. He strips his dirty jeans, worn hoodie, and they climb into the covers where they are three, quiet, entwined in warm sheets with William heavy on his chest.

“Tell me where you were,” she whispers.

Mulder breathes deep and kisses the top of her head. “Tomorrow,” he says.

She lays one hand on William’s back, her cheek on Mulder’s shoulder. “Okay.”

He watches her drift and, after some minutes, lets himself slip under too.

They’re not safe. They might not every be safe.

But they’re together.

#a thing i wrote #season 9 #canon divergence #i needed this #🤷‍♀️

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shizukateal · 5 years ago

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Judging Magia Record’s Outfits [Part 11]

The last part. The 3 rules.

Ui Tamaki

Her dress is really cute, but I hate that they ruined her hairstyle by adding the hair sousages. I’m also not sure about the fuzzy sleeve ribbons, they kind of loose impact with how they end up blending with the hair.

Sarasa Hanna

She certainly is trying something interesting, and it certainly isn’t working. Like Meiyui before her, this girl put frills on top of a skirt that’s meant to show off her legs, and the result is a completely disjointed silouhette. Not that it matters, since the cape blocks it off, anyways. She also decided to throw away whatever she was planing to do with her sleeves into the garbage when she decided to add those big ass frills.

Sayuki Fumino

She’s both the lesser version of Rika and Amulet Diamond. Her diamond sash is distracting and pointless, the shape of her dress is generic but also overblown with the assymetrical sleves competing with the gloves and the borders of the sweetheart neckline top with ruffles that contradict the ones on top of the sleeves. She needs three layers to properly transition from her top to skirt. I would give her points for the diamond ribbons behind her if I thought they added something to this look, but they don’t.

Look, my problem with Rika was that, from what I know from her based on her looks alone, her personality seemed to be that of a little girl desperately trying to be the most generic version of cuteness that’s popular in japan. This girl is also doing that, but worse because she can’t even do it right. Her hairstyle and face say elementary school girl but her neckline is designed to emphasize her boobs. Her dress is something a japanese idol would wear and her socks, boots, gloves, diamond ribbons, hairpin, and hat are the typical things you find in female characters in mmorpgs. The only hint of this girl having an identity beyond the male otaku gaze that spawned her is her color scheme, and even that feels derivative from another magical girl.

Chiharu Hiroe

That is one ugly color combination. The outfit is fine and her hairstyle is excellent, but please, someone edit the color of those blue ribbons out of my sight and maybe replace the icky mustard color with something else.

Yukika Nanase

Much like with Mew Lettuce, there’s nothing really wrong with this outfit, but it’s just not her thing. A dog collar with a heart on a chain, bunny ears, and socks with straps, but a bashful and insecure expression? Not a good combo. She also seems to have a ponytail, but that’s just completely pointless because you can barely see it and doesn’t mesh with this aestethic in any way.

(the next part)

#puella magi madoka magica #magia record #ui tamaki #sarasa hanna #sayuki fumino #chiharu hiroe #yukika nanase #magical girl #magical girl fashion #part 11

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team-science-mega-nerds · 5 years ago

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Fictober Prompt: “You keep me warm”

Fandom: Supergirl

Pairing: Alex x Sam

This isn’t her first choice. In fact, this isn’t even her last choice. Sam hadn’t really considered the idea at all until she’d heard that the vet’s office was all filled up on slots for the weekend and Sam would have to pay $75 more a night, just to board her pup at someplace fancier. It’s not that she doesn’t love her little guy more than anything in the world, but she barely had enough money to get home and go to her aunt’s funeral, she certainly couldn’t afford this.

And then it hits her. Literally, as it turns out.

Her neighbor is heading toward the apartment right across the hall from Sam’s and bumps right into Sam’s side with a homf. “Ohmygod!” Sam’s eyes widen when she sees that her neighbor, Alex, is carrying a large 3D printer. “Sorry,” Alex mumbles as she struggles to open her door while also balancing the printer.

“Oh. Hi. Do you need…?” Sam reaches for Alex’s keychain and sees that there are about fifty keys on the ring. “Jesus.”

“Yeah, I work in a lab. Lots of hush-hush stuff. It’s the small gold one,” Alex points out. Sam finds the key and opens the door for Alex. While Alex waddles her way into her apartment - which is a surprising mix of eclectic trinkets, bold colors, and three different coffee makers - Sam gets an idea.

“Hey, are you busy today slash tomorrow?” Alex puts the printer in the corner of the room and turns toward Sam with something that resembles suspicion in her eyes. “I...so my aunt’s dead.”

“Oh god.”

“Her funeral is tomorrow and I need to...but then there’s my dog and I kinda need someone to…” Sam runs her fingers through her hair. “Do you mind watching him for two days? I’ll pay you and he’s really good. Like really good. But needy. Like mother like doggo,” Sam pauses for a laugh, Alex continues to look slightly confused. “I can pack up everything and write what he needs, it’s just-.”

“Say no more. I love dogs.” Sam doesn’t exactly know that she can trust Alex but she knows that Alex organizes game nights at the apartment complex. And that she seems to have a stable - probably very weird too - job. But Sam doesn’t have much of a choice. Alex is so eager and happy when Sam brings her dog over that she thinks it just might work.

“Um, I should give you my number. Just in case. I mean...nothing will go wrong, obviously, but...just in case.” They exchange numbers while Sam’s dog walks around Alex’s apartment smelling everything. Sam gives Alex a warm smile, kisses her pup on the head, and gathers her things to go to the airport.

Which leaves Alex, now, in a bind. Alex does the only thing she can think to do which is turn on her phone, hit her speed dial, and wait. Elated brown eyes stare at her, so Alex seeks out treats to toss his way. “Good boy, who’s a good boy.” Alex knows that this is how it’s done because she’s gone to a dog park with Kara. Gentle head rubs, a little scratch of the ears, and dogs are all yours. “You are so cute, aren’t you, Chewy?” The tail-wagging seems like a good sign so Alex keeps scratching and feeding the dog treats until she hears a loud knock at her door. “It’s open, come in!”

“Are you on crack?” This is a totally normal thing for Lucy to say but the way her eyes are popping out of their sockets like she’s some kind of creepy rag doll unnerves Alex a little bit. “You got a dog?” Lucy flings her bag on Alex’s couch and walks over to survey the situation. “You’re allergic to dogs, you absolute moron.”

“I know that!” Alex continues petting Chewy. “Ignore her, she’s rude,” She tells him.

Lucy dramatically sniffs the air. “What is it that I smell? Is it the dog or…” Lucy gets really close to Alex and gives her a big whiff. “Is that the stench of you going out of your way for a hot girl?”

“I’m not going out of my way. I’m being friendly. Neighborly.”

“Okay, Mr. Rogers.”

“I called you because I need to go to CVS and get some allergy meds. Can you stay here for me?”

“Sure,” Lucy says, already laying on the floor and playing with Chewy. “What’s this big guy’s name?”

“Chewy,” Alex tells her. Then she remembers, “It’s short for Chewbarka.” Alex can still hear Lucy laughing even as she’s outside of her apartment and walking down the street toward the pharmacy. Okay, Alex will admit it, she thinks Sam is hot. In fact, Alex had mentioned it to Kara as soon as Sam moved across the hall. They occasionally interacted but never to the extent of anything substantial. Until today. She supposes that’s why she jumped at the chance. She didn’t have anything to do this weekend except play with her new 3D printer and she really did like dogs, even if they made her sneeze and itch like crazy.

Alex’s heart warms at the sight of Chewy getting his belly rubbed when she return. Just as Alex joins in on the action, “I’d stay but I have to get to work.”

“All good. I’ll be fine here.”

“Sureee…” Lucy grabs her bag and slings it over her shoulder. “Exactly how hot is this woman?” Alex pulls up Sam’s Instagram and shows it to Lucy. “...don’t fuck it up with the dog and you might actually have a chance, Danvers.”

Alex prepares herself for the worst. She sets up Chewy’s bed, makes sure she gets the exact measurements of food correct, gives him filtered water, and takes him on a long walk. Alex wonders if this is what it’s like to be a parent. Constantly thinking about someone other than yourself and being too stressed to function. Alex is shocked that all Chewy seems to want to do is cuddle up next to her and watch Netflix.

At one point, Chewy is sprawled out on top of Alex, leaving her hardly any room to breathe, but it’s so damn cute that Alex has to take a selfie. And then...she sends it to Sam. “Why did I do that?” She mumbles to herself, waking up Chewy just enough that he gives her a big lick on her cheek. “What do you wanna watch? Maybe we can find a dog movie?” Alex scrolls around her Netflix. “Dogs always die in movies though…” Alex’s eyes find her printer and she smiles. “I can make you a bunch of dog accessories?” Alex suggests and Chewy gives her another kiss.

That’ll have to do.

The thing that Alex realized a very young age was that once she starts a task, she tends to go overboard. Her intention was making a little dog tag for Chewy but what she ends up making is a dog tag, armor so he can be a knight for Halloween, bunny ears in case he wants a second costume, a food dispenser, and sixteen different toys he could play with. “Oh shit, that’s...a lot.” Alex’s phone buzzes and she sees that it’s a text from Sam.

[SAM]: this is maybe the best picture I’ve ever received, you two look so cute!

Alex doesn’t dwell on the fact that Sam called her cute. There’s a dog involved, anyone is cute with a dog. “Chewy, what do I say?” Chewy doesn’t offer up anything but a nuzzle, so Alex simply likes the message and tries to move on with her life. Which is going really well until her heat cuts off at 11 PM.

Normally, she’d survive it. It’s California and Alex has blankets, but tonight she’s actually shivering and thinks she might have to go over to Kara’s until Chewy climbs onto her bed and cuddles up next to her. “Thanks, buddy. You keep me warm and I’ll keep you warm.” Alex gets a cozy night's sleep for the first time in five years and wakes to the sound of her phone ringing. She answers without even looking to see who it is. “Hello?” Groggy mumbling would probably best describe Alex’s voice right now. The fact that she’d, apparently, slept until 3 PM makes her feel embarrassed and confused.

“Wow, you sound adorable.” It’s Sam. Alex sits up and Chewy raises his head to see what’s going on. “I’m outside your door.” Alex climbs to her feet, sprints across her apartment, and flings the door open. “Wow, you’re…” Sam looks at Alex’s attire: sweatpants, fuzzy socks, a hoodie, and a wool hat. “Did you just wake up?”

“Yeah, but...heat went out last night.” Chewy’s entire body wags as he rushes at Sam. “This guy was a really good heater.”

“God, Alex, thank you so…” Sam takes in the sight of all the new dog toys and costumes. “...much.”

“I might’ve gotten a little carried away.” Alex gathers the toys into a giant paper bag and holds them out toward Sam. “Also I love Chewbarka but my allergy meds are wearing off, so I should probably sneeze for a few hours.” Sam takes the bag with an awkward smile and then cocks her head to the side.

“Wait...you’re allergic to dogs?”

“Um...yes?”

“Well, why did you take him? I wouldn’t have asked if I knew he was going to kill you.”

“He didn’t kill me! The cold weather would’ve killed me. Chewy and I got along just fine, he’s a great Netflix buddy.” Alex scratches his head.

“If you say so.” Sam smiles a little brighter now. “Maybe once I unpack and you take some allergy medication, I could come over and we could watch Netflix and...chill?” Sam says the word chill with a wink before taking Chewy and all his new toys back to his apartment.

Alex closes her door and sneezes so hard that she nearly tumbles to the ground.

#danvarias #alex danvers #sam arias #lucy lane #and a cute dog #agentreign #supergirl #this has been sitting in my drafts for over a month whoops

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pettyprocrastination · 6 years ago

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Playing Nurse Frank Castle x Reader

Summary: Frank visits a partner for help with a job, turns out she needs his help more.

“Contact headstrong for me.” Daredevil ordered frank.

“You mean hothead?” Frank scoffed. “Don’t know why I need to, you can easily-”

Daredevil frowned and crossed his arms, god Frank hated his holier than thou arrogance.

“This group won’t be easy to take out on our own Frank, you know that. A trained professional like her will come in handy, especially with her powers.” For a moment his lips quirked up.

“And don’t act like you aren’t excited to see her either.”

Daredevil jumped off the roof, leaving Frank red in the face and grumbling under his breath.

“Goddamn preacher’s boy, runnin’ around the city in a party city costume like he knows shit.”

Truth be told he did enjoy seeing headstrong. She was one of the occasional people Matt would team up with for the bigger cases. And for Frank she was the only one he ever teamed up with. She was confident and skilled, knowing every move before it’s made and how to counter it. Most of all she was quiet, intimidating, and had a stare that could melt a statue.

Frank had a bit of an interest in her.

Maybe it was the confidence of it all. The way she held herself, she owned every room she walked into without having to say anything. Even without being skilled in combat she had Castle on the floor with one piercing look.

Okay, maybe more than a small interest.

He knocked on her door and waited a few moments. Frank had only been there once when he needed to be stitched up after she helped him take out a sex trafficking ring. He was drifting in an out of consciousness the entire time so he didn’t remember much of it. But he did remember waking up on a cozy couch a tad too large for him and a cup of coffee in her outstretched hand. She joked for him to “lose her address” but he knew the threat stood. She wanted to be safe, and heroes attracted unwanted attention.

He knocked again.

“In a minute!” A hoarse voice shouted. There was a pause, she was no doubt looking through the peephole and seeing frank’s stocky form taking up the hallway.

“Oh for christs sake.” The door swung open and frank was floored.

She was wrapped up in a blanket. Her sickly face snuggled by fluffy punk fabric like a swaddled babe, her fuzzy socks protected her feet from the cold hardwood floor. She sniffed and glared at Frank. Or at least she tried, it looked more like a baby squinting up at him.

“What do you want castle?” She croaked, Frank nearly swooned.

The infamous headstrong had a cold and looked like a little kid staying home from school.

“Well uh, red wanted me to tell you he wanted some help.” He explained. “Big group needs to be taken out but don’t worry, well handle it.”

“The hell you will.” She scoffed. “You boys have no common sense, running in headfirst guns blazing, no goddamn plan. I'll go to make sure you idiots don’t-” She couched into her elbow and groaned. “Fuck.”

“Hey hey hey, no.” Frank took a step into her apartment and held her shoulders. “You need to rest. We can handle it-”

She waved him off. “I’m fine castle I can-I can-” Her eyes squeezed shut as she sneezed. “Ah, I can handle it.” She looked up at the man who held his hand against his mouth to hide his big grin. “The hell you starin’ at me for?”

“Nonthin’.” He cleared his throat, but it did nothing to contain his giddy expression. “Just didn’t think you’d sneeze so cute is all.”

The woman reared back. “I do not.”

“Hothead, you sneeze like a kitten. s’ adorable. But now you gotta rest.”

“Frank I’m telling you im-oh!” Frank leaned down and pressed his cheek against her forehead, her hands grabbed his arms in surprise.

“You're burning up.”

“No shit!” She stammered. “You can’t just-just do that and expect me not to be- Oh my god!” Frank quite literally sweeped the woman off her feet and into his arms.

“Didn’t take you for the type that flustered easily hothead.” He joked. “Guess I’ll have to remember that, won’t I?”

She groaned and rested her head against his chest. “Go fuck yourself Castle.”

He laid her down in her bed. “You stay right there alright? I’ll be right back.” He left the room and came back in five minutes with a wet rag and a cup.

“Got you some tea, helps the throat.”

The woman sat up and smiled, even when she was sick that smile still knocked him away.

“Boy,” She took a sip of the tea and hummed. “Who knew the big bad punisher was such a softie?”

He chuckled and sat on the edge of her bed. “You keep my secret and I keep yours, how 'bout that?”

“Oh yeah?” She snorted. “And what’s mine?”

“Oh I don’t know. Maybe the fact that you wear bunny slippers and sneeze like a little kitty cat.”

She gasped and narrowed her eyes. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“Try me.”

She sighed and laid her head on the pillow, fatigue taking hold of her sick form. “You will this round castle, But be ready when I wake up, I’m gonna kick your ass.”

He chuckle and pulled the blanket tight around her body. “I can’t wait for it hothead.”

Frank kissed her forehead and ignored the frantic beating of his heart when she smiled.

He left the room and pulled out his phone. “Murdock, Hothead and I are out of commission for this one. Bring in Cage and Jones, rich boy too.” He ordered. Matt asked why, he looked back at her form snuggled up in bed and smiled. “I’m gonna be playin’ nurse for a while.”

This one was done fast so I’m sorry if it’s not as good! I’m feeling a little sick but very sappy so don’t hesitate to send me requests you guys! Hope you lovelies have a good day!<3

#frank castle #punisher #frank castle imagine #frank castle x reader #punisher imagine #punisher x reader #the punisher #x reader #matt Murdock #we love badass women

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kpopfanficsforthesoul · 6 years ago

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Brighter Than Jewels- Tiffany (SNSD)

Anonymous said: Please write something fluffy with Tiffany! please~~

Prompt: In preparation for the holidays, and as a break from recording her Winter album, your girlfriend Tiffany decided to bake some Christmas cookies for your neighbors, begging you to help her. Little did she know that you had an early Christmas present to surprise her with for working so hard.

Genre: Christmas!au, Fluff

Pairing: Tiffany x Reader

Author’s Note: Hello my darling anon! I decided to make this a Christmasy themed scenario since I’ve really been in a holiday mood for some reason (even though it’s April?) But oh well, please enjoy!

You laid on your stomach on the bed, kicking your legs back and forth with a cozy plaid blanket draped over your back. You flipped though the pages of the novel you were reading, taking sips of your hot chocolate between paragraphs. The heaters were clinking and clanging about, knocking on death’s door as they gave their all to pump heat through your tiny apartment. The fairy lights hung above your bed radiated a golden glow across the walls, putting a small smile on your face as you crunched on a stick of peppermint. Christmas was only two weeks away, and no one was more impatient than you. Well, except for your girlfriend, Tiffany.

“Honey!” you heard her cheer as she waddled into the shared bedroom. You glanced up from your book, breaking out into a giggle as you took in her appearance. She had her long blonde hair tied back in a low ponytail, wearing a cute red apron with lace details over her plaid black skirt and fuzzy white sweater. She was wearing fuzzy socks with cute little reindeer on them, her painted red lips turned up in a big, pearly white grin.

“Yes my love?” you beamed, clapping the covers of your book together.

“Oh, I didn’t mean to disturb you...” she said, her tiny body waddling over to plop down next to you. She fluffed out the skirt of her apron and ran her fingers, which were painted with little snowflakes on them, through her ponytail. She gestured to your story. “Is this for a class?”

“No baby, it’s just A Christmas Carol.” you informed her, rolling over to sit up and face her. You put a small kiss on her cheek before resting your head on her shoulder. “It always puts me in the mood for the holidays. Which I assume you came in here to talk about?”

Your girlfriend gave you a charming eye smile, lacing her fingers with yours. “Y/N, you know that Christmas is only fourteen days away. I thought it was time to start baking our Christmas cookies! Would you like to help me?”

“Nothing would make me happier, darling.” you told her, gesturing to her outfit. “I hope you know just how precious you are.”

She blushed, placing her hands on her rosy cheeks for a minute. “Stop it! I’m just very excited for Christmas. It is the most wonderful time of the year you know!” Tiffany leaped up from the bed, grabbing your hands and pulling you into the kitchen. “Come on baby, let’s get started!”

The house was decked from head to toe in decorations that you and Tiffany put up as soon as the first of December hit. Gorgeous red poinsettias stood lushly in crystal vases, the evergreen tree stood tall, graced with bulbs and other ornaments of gold and silver. Hollies hung gracefully above the two red stockings you two hung over the fireplace, which was giving a warmth to the whole room. Christmas songs were playing on the radio as you strolled into the kitchen.

“Shall we get started?” Tiffany giggled, clapping her hands together and running to the pantry. She excitedly took out bags of flour and sugar, passing them to you. You got out a bowl and began the measurements, having done this sort of thing before. Tiffany cheerfully danced around the room for a bit, in a holiday haze.

“You’re putting in too much salt!” she scolded, pointing at you with a smile as she stirred together a bowl of home made frosting. She pointed a finger at you, her large brown eyes turned up into her little eye smile.

You scoffed as you dumped some vanilla into the bowl. “Who died and made you the baking queen?”

“Honey, I am the queen of everything.” she snapped back with a confident smirk, flipping her hair over her shoulder. You bit your lip in an effort to contain the laugh for what you were plotting. As Tiffany turned her back to grab some food coloring, you reached into the bag and grabbed a fist full of flour, throwing it into her face once she whipped her head back around.

“Why you little...” she whined, brushing the dust off her face and fighting off a smile. “That secures your place on the naughty list this year! I hope you realize the consequences of your actions!”

“Oh yeah?” you began, putting your hands on your hips. You looked at her with a quizzical brow. “I don’t think Santa will be looking down on me this year.”

“And what makes you think that Y/N?” the blonde girl chided in response, looking over her shoulder at you for a moment as she frosted a cut out in the shape of a reindeer.

“You’ll find out soon enough darling.” you told her, smirking at the knowledge that you were leaving your girlfriend in suspense until the end of the night. You chuckled as a silent victory as you heard her scoff in an effort to pretend like she didn’t care.

“I won’t be fooled by your cryptic one liners love. You know it’s not polite to keep secrets, right?” she whined, avoiding look at you as she carefully placed some sprinkles on a Christmas tree cut out.

You giggled, coming up behind her and wrapping your arms around her thin waist. You buried your nose in her neck, getting a whiff of her perfume which was an intoxicating vanilla scent. “I’m terribly sorry my dear, but you’ll have to wait to see what I’m talking about.”

“I haven’t the slightest clue what trick you have up your sleeve Y/N. Always scheming up something!” she playfully scolded, dipping her finger in a bowl of green frosting and putting some on your cheek. “But you’re an awful assistant chef. Get your cute butt back to work!”

You snorted, planting a quick a kiss on her neck before taking a tray of cookies out of the oven. “Who says I’m the assistant chef?”

It was around ten, and you and Tiffany had been finished with your baking adventure for a couple hours now. You were now cuddled up on your couch, a fuzzy white blanket draped over you both as Tiffany laid on top of you, her head resting peacefully on your chest as you ran your fingers through her long hair. Your cookies placed in cute little red tins and wrapped up with sparkly green ribbons to give to your friends, you both decided to clean up. After a jump in the shower, you were now snuggled up in pajamas and watching A Christmas Story, Tiffany’s favorite.

“If my aunt ever gave me a bunny suit like that, I would’ve ran away.” she giggled, pointing at the television when that scene came on.

“I love your aunt.” you giggled, holding her closer as she nuzzled into your neck.

She perked her head up, locking eyes with you and grabbing your hands. “Well I love you, Y/N.”

“Awh, baby...” you smiled, pressing your lips against hers in a slow, sweet kiss. “I love you too.”

“Well, since you love me so much...” your girlfriend began, getting that hopeful glimmer in her eyes. She propped her elbows up on your chest, resting her head in her hands as she gave you the biggest puppy dog eyes you had ever seen.

“What do you want Princess Hwang?” you joked, throwing the nickname you had given her at her.

“Can you tell me what you were talking about earlier?” she asked, patting your shoulder excitedly. “What’s this big thing that’ll make up for you throwing flour in my face?”

“Well, my love...” you told her, starting to sit up. She got off of you, folding her hands in her lap in anticipation of your explanation. “I suppose you’ve been patient enough, I’ll tell you. I’ve been thinking... you’ve been working so hard on the Christmas album...” you laced your fingers with hers, her hand feeling warm and soft. She looked at you with an expecting gaze, a small smile as she listened to you. “I thought I should give you a little early Christmas present.”

“An early present?” she repeated, her eyes widening in excitement. “Y/N, you’re way too sweet to me... you really don’t have to. The album was no big deal.”

“Don’t even begin to sell yourself short, Tiffany!” you scolded, pointing a loving finger in her face. “You’ve worked day and night writing and recording those songs. And they’re beautiful.”

“Thank you, honey...” she beamed with a humble smile, putting a small kiss on your hand. You loved when she called you honey. It made you feel like you were already married. “But what is this present?”

You put your index finger in front of your face, telling her to wait a minute as you bent down to reach under the couch. You pulled out the box which you had wrapped up in a pretty pink floral paper, and tied with a lacy ribbon. Tiffany’s mouth dropped open in a smile as soon as she saw the box.

“It’s wrapped so beautifully!” she told you, putting a hand on your knee. You knew Tiffany would like anything pink.

“What’s inside is even more beautiful.” you giggled, pulling her onto your lap. You put a kiss on your forehead and rubbed your hand along her thigh. “Open it, love.”

With a happy smile, she tore open the paper to see a red box. She unhooked the clasp, revealing a glittery crystal necklace with a big snowflake in the middle. She placed her pale hand over her mouth in a gasp. “Oh Y/N...” she turned to you, her eyes wrinkled up in a huge smile. “Oh Y/N, it’s so beautiful! I love it!” She threw her arms around your neck in a hug, giving you several kisses on your cheek. She pulled back and brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, putting her hands along your jaw and looking into your eyes. “Thank you so much, darling. This means so much to me. You’re so perfect.”

“You’re welcome.” you told her, placing your hands on her waist after she pulled out of the hug. “The necklace is pretty and all, but we all know you outshine every jewel in the world. You’ll always be brighter than jewels Tiffany.”

Tiffany giggled, pulling your face towards hers and giving you a couple slow, deep kisses. She leaned her forehead against yours, her lips still close to your with her hands still holding your face. “Merry Christmas Y/N.”

I hope this was fluffy enough for you anon! This is the first thing I’ve written in quite a while, so I apologize if you can tell how rusty I am. However I enjoyed writing this, and hope you liked reading it! Thank you!

-Marie

Masterlist

#tiffany scenarios #tiffany imagines #tiffany young imagines #tiffany young scenarios #tiffany snsd scenarios #snsd scenarios #snsd imagines #snsd reactions #tiffant hwang imagines #tiffany hwang scenarios #tiffany young #tiffany hwang #tiffany snsd

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bellalaufeyson · 5 years ago

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I guess this is happening lol. Just another one of those “do this thing if someone tags you in it and tag a bunch of other people to do it” things.

Tagged by @italians-in-paris ; thank you babyy!!

Nickname: Lisa/Nikki ... I have more, I just can’t think of them right now.

Zodiac: Leo

Height: 5′4″

Hogwarts house: Slytherin

Favorite musician: uhhhh I’m honestly so obsessed with Ariana Grande right now

Last thing I googled: uh an address for a press release I was writing lmao nothing exciting

Song stuck in my head: Banana by Anitta & Becky G. But only the part where they go “Oh Willy Wonka, how’d you get so tasty?” 😂😂😂

Following: 1023

Followers: 995

Amount of sleep I get: HAHAHA. SLEEP? Never heard of her. (But really my usually is anywhere from 4 to 6 hours...)

Lucky numbers: 3

Dream job: Entertainment Lawyer & PR

Wearing: sweatpants, fuzzy socks, and a Loki crew neck

Fav song: You all are about to get the most ridiculous list of a large range of songs because I can’t pick just one

-My Family by Migos, KAROL G, Snoop Dogg

-Chambea by Bad Bunny

-Tu Vecina by Maluma ft. Ty Dolla $ign

-Somebody Loves Somebody by Celine Dion

-Pretty much the entire thank u, next album by Ariana Grande

-K-TOWN by Jay Park

Instruments: Violin, piano, and drums

Random facts:

-I love Michelle Gomez and Tom Hiddleston with my WHOLE heart (but we already knew that)

-Michelle is also a tiny nugget standing at 5′4″ and even though that’s my height...I literally always view her as this SMOL cute human being lmao

-I have an associates degree in general studies with a concentration in science, a bachelors degree in criminal justice, and am now working on a bachelors degree in public relations because I hate myself

-I have a massive ass German Shepherd named Loki

Aesthetics:

darker colors. black, gold, and emerald. Halloween (like that's a whole vibe). Rainy days. Big cities, neon lights idk think LA at night. Gothic architecture. Modern architecture and interiors.

I’m sure there’s more but I can't think of them right now. Just peep my IG. I always tag the photos I find most aesthetically pleasing as #fortheaesthetics 😂😂😂

@twosidseofthesamecoin @stellarmichelle @friendly-deatheater @spinnersend3101

If you all feel like doing it. Also if anyone sees this and wants to do it...I invite you to do so! Lol

#about me #thanks for tagging me!

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omoghouls · 6 years ago

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Consider; Rain probably loves wearing dresses. Especially when he’s feeling small. He loves that they make him feel pretty, and that they provide more freedom for movement when he’s playing. Imagine he’s been wearing his favourite dress all day and one of the other ghouls tells him it’s time to change back into his uniform. He’d get so fussy. No way anyone is putting him back in that leg prison after he’s experienced such freedom

Aaaaa yes oh my goodness! Aaaaa I love that idea so much nonny oh my gosh ;w;

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The water ghoul happily trilled as he placed the last block in the bin, pushing it back into it’s place with his tail as he looked to the Aether ghoul.

Aether smiled as he walked over, bending slightly to rustle the ghoul’s hair, “Good job Rainy, you’re such a good helper.”

Rain grinned, his tail thumping happily, leaning into the touch as he purred.

“So are we almost ready to go to the garden to go see Mountain, love?” Aether asks as he watches the smaller ghoul nod, standing and making a b-line for the door.

“Uh, uh, uh, hold your horses’ buddy,” Aether said, gently holding the water ghoul back from the tuff of his neck, “Aren’t we forgetting something, Rain?”

Rain tilted his head as he looked around the room, his thumb pressing against his lips as he saw nothing was out of place, everything was cleaned up! The water ghoul shook his head, “We ‘eady!”

Aether chuckled and shook his head as he scooped the ghoul into his arms, “Buddy you know the church rules, we can wear as he please in our places,” he paused as he smoothed the baby blue dress that clothed the ghoul,”But, when we are out and about or on the church grounds we need to wear our uniforms, c’mon we’ll get ya’ changed,yeah?”

The water ghoul began to pout, “Noo,” he whined, crossing his arms as he looked to the Aether ghoul, “Don’t wanna!”

Aether sighed a small bit, it always came down to this with conversation.

“Rainy, I know you like your pretty dress and you do look very cute in it, but, we have to follow the rules. You do want to go play with Mountain in the garden, don’t you?”

Rain nodded with a huff, “Wanna play ‘ith Mou’in…”

“Then you have to get changed into your slacks and shir-”

“No!” Rain interrupted, beginning to kick at the bigger ghoul’s stomach as he tried to wriggle away from the tightening grip, “Not gonna, no ‘ants, no ‘ants!”

“Rain,” the Aether’s voice growing stern as he held the ghoul away from his body, “Feet are not for kicking if you kick me one more time you will be staying inside and not allowed to play outside for the rest of the day.”

Rain looked at Aether, his feet growing limp as tears began to prick in the water ghoul’s eyes. He didn’t like when we he told no but what he hated more was being sternly talked to. He began to sniffle, letting out a hiccuping sob as Aether held him close to his body once more.

“M’orry Aethie, no kicks, kicks not nice,” He sadly muttered as he rubbed his face into Aether’s shoulder.

“That’s right, love. Kicks aren’t nice at all but, not listening to other’s and their rules isn’t nice either,” Aether explained as he walked over to the couch, seating the ghoul on his lap, “I know you like your dress but, we have to follow the rules, do you think Mountain gets to wear his dungarees in the garden?”

The water ghoul rubbed at his eyes and thought for a moment, “Nuh-uh.”

“That’s right buddy, and do you think I get to wear my bunny slippers when I’m out and about?”

Rain began to giggle at the thought of the fuzzy pink slippers, “Noo.”

Aether nodded, “See? We all have to follow the rules, it’s just something everyone needs to do. So, are you ready to get changed?”

The water ghoul sucked on his lower lip, fiddling with the pleated fabric as he nodded, “ ‘eady.”

The bigger ghoul smiled as patted Rain’s head as he stood up to fetch the uniform. This was one of the easier times to get the other ghoul to come out of his stubborn phase.

–“’Ello, ello.”

The ghoulette looked up from her book when he noticed the two ghouls, she waved.

“Hey you two,” Cirrus said as set her book down, gently nudging the tall erath ghoul from his flower weaving to gain his attnetion, Moutian waved shyly at the two as Rain happily walked over, plopping on the soft blanket with the Earth ghoul.

Aether sat beside the ghoulette, watching as the other two began to gently chitter, playing with the small garden bugs.

“So, how long did it take this time?”

“15 minutes and the promise he could wear it to bed tonight,” Aether explained as he leaned back.

The Air ghoulette chuckled, as she brushed away a stray hair, “Wow, for once it was quicker with Rain than Moutia.”

Aether raised his brow, “He’s usually so good with putting his uniform on to be outside.”

“Oh he is until he figured out his socks matched his overalls today, sulked and huffed until I mentioned that Rain would miss him while playing outside.”

The two older ghoul’s looked to one another and chuckled at their afternoon adventures to get here.

#ghost bc #nameless ghouls #rain ghoul #aether ghoul #ghoulettes #earth ghoul #water ghoul #m

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egglygreg · 5 years ago

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16 Questions

I was tagged by @manda-kat 😁

1. Height: 5:4

2. Last thing I Googled: Animal cartoon expression references. I was trying to draw my oc Nimble

3. Favorite Musicians: Uuhhhh I like a lot of different songs and musicians but don't really have favourites? I guess I like Brooke Fraser and Passenger

4. Song stuck in my head: Milk and Honey by Billie Marten

5. Followers: 387

6 Following: 380

7. Do you get asks: Yeah every now and again :)

8. Amount of sleep: like 10 hours or more. I'm chronically ill so I sleep a bunch

9. Lucky Number: -

10. What are you wearing: A giant grey NASA hoodie, pink loveheart pj bottoms, and grey striped fuzzy socks

11. Any pets? (This question was missing so I made one up lol): One tiny grey Netherland dwarf bunny named Leesie. I also live with Gran so there's her 2 dogs, Pixie and Munyuk, and her grey cat called Ash

12. Instruments: Guitar, played poorly

13. Languages: Just English, little bit of German and a sound understanding of Greek swearwords (courtesy of my cousins from Santorini)

14. Favorite Song: Mmmm well a song I've always loved is Moondance by Van Morrison? My current song on repeat is Honeybee by Steam Powered Giraffe

15. Random Fact: In my 25 years of living, I have had at least 41 pets I can name, not including animals we rescued and rehomed, wild birds we rehabilitated (I was a jr wildlife carer) or any animals that passed away under 2 weeks

16. Aesthetic: Autumn, cozy, thunderstorms, romantic sensibility, quirky and eclectic, cats and rabbits (all animals really, but is that an aesthetic?), messy second hand shops, antique stores and bookstores, artsy, fantasy, cottage/farmcore a little, bit of 80s (that's a lot, but I like a bunch of stuff)

I tag anyone who wants to do it! This is my 2nd time doing this ask game in a couple months, but I didn't tag the last time properly

#tag game #Elly's stuff

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doridoripawaa · 7 years ago

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youruby for the ship thing please? thank u!!

Of course! I love the sweet crayon CYaRon! girlfriends

Who gets excited about Halloween in July:Ruby! Halloween is a really whimsical time when she gets to be free and be whomever and whatever she wants… with candy and cute costumes!

Who starts wearing sweaters and scarves on the first day of September and completely overheats:That would be Ruby. She gets so excited for fall (and her birthday!) that as soon as she sees “September” she gets a little hasty

Who thrives in Fall/Who prefers Summer and warm weather:Ruby is an autumn girl, whereas You is best in summer! You-chan loves to swim after all, and she doesn’t handle cold weather well

Who thinks the other looks so cute when they’re cold and trying to fight it with 50 sweaters:You thinks it’s adorable when Ruby piles on jackets and scarves to keep herself warm. She’s like a fluffy baby bunny!

Who offers the other their jacket:Ruby offers You a jacket because YOU NEVER WEARS ENOUGH LAYERS

Who doesn’t want to get out of bed in the morning because it’s too cold and has to run from the warm covers to the shower:You hears a sharp “PIGIIIIII” in the morning whenever Ruby wakes up first.

Who touches the other with their freezing cold feet at night:You does! Ruby doesn’t complain directly, but she does make a point of flaunting her fuzzy socks and even asks You if she’d like a pair

Who makes the hot cider to snuggle under a blanket and drink:You! She adds a tinge of mikan flavor to the cider, and it’s delicious~

Who loves carving pumpkins and buys about 300:YOU!!! She gets super excited to decorate!

Who is terrible at carving pumpkins:They’re both really artistic, but Ruby perhaps is a little more nervous with the knife

Who thinks pulling the pumpkin guts out with their hands is icky:Ruby hates pulling out pumpkin guts! She’d rather not even see them, let alone touch them.

What is their favourite Fall activity:Honestly, they really love preparing for Halloween! They enjoy making their costumes together, and they’re always thrilled to show them off as they roam around the neighborhood to get candy!

Who gets scared when they watch Horror movies:RUBY!!! Good thing her girlfriend is strong and protective and cuddly

Who hands out candy to trick-or-treaters:Usually You! Ruby gets pretty shy when faced with that many strangers, even if they are just kids

Who accidentally scares the kids:Also You… her costumes are really authentic! When she’s a princess or a mermaid, that’s not an issue, but pirates and vampires spook the kids!

Who suggested the couples costume:It was actually Ruby! She debated for a long time on how to ask, but one day she just blurted it out! She’s getting so strong and I’m proud of her

What is their couples costume:Madoka and Sayaka

What is the best Halloween they ever had:The year You turned the home into a giant pirate ship! They invited Chika over and recreated their CYaRon pirate photoshoot

What is the worst Halloween they ever had:One year, Ruby wiped out while trick or treating and tore her costume. She and You managed to get home and repair it, and they even continued trick or treating afterwards, but Dia was furious when she saw the scrapes on Ruby’s shins the next day

Who eats too much candy and ends up sick the next day:You… Ruby claims she knows her limits when it comes to candy, but You thinks that Ruby is just immune to candy-induced stomachaches

#you watanabe #ruby kurosawa #love live! sunshine!!#llss #llsip #ll!#youruby #thanks for the ask!#anon

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all the questions!

Thank you, Kate! I’ve been going through these slowly for a while now. Here are the first 50 questions to the ask post found here: x

1: when you have cereal, do you have more milk than cereal or more cereal than milk?

I pour more milk than is needed and feel wasteful when there’s milk leftover in the bowl. Sometimes I drink the milk and feel better. Usually I don’t even eat cereal though? I’m a wakey wakey eggs and bakey gal.

2: do you like the feeling of cold air on your cheeks on a wintery day?

Love that crisp cold winter air! Sure would like to feel it sometime soon! Right now at school, it’s almost like I can feel the weather slowly shifting to cold winter air weather.

3: what random objects do you use to bookmark your books?

I often just use scraps of paper that are handy. I’ll use a pen or pencil if I’m switching between reading and writing. And I’ve used my phone a couple of times.

4: how do you take your coffee/tea?

I like really sweet and flavored drinks when going out for either. For coffee from scratch, I like to add a lot of creamer, preferably flavored.

5: are you self-conscious of your smile?

I used to be more so before. Now, not so much, but it has become a habit for me to smile with a closed mouth for pictures.

6: do you keep plants?

I try to, but it never seems to end well. 2 of my 4 succulents I had in my dorm room were stolen recently when I left them out. The other two I’ve been ignoring. I’m much better at taking care of my virtual plants on the app Viridi.

7: do you name your plants?

I’ve named a couple of my real plants, but I don’t really care to for the most part. Most of my plants in Viridi have a stupid meme name.

8: what artistic medium do you use to express your feelings?

Music and writing. I haven’t been journaling as often as I used to, but I still consider it a big way I like to process my emotions: by writing down as much as I can.

9: do you like singing/humming to yourself?

Yeah. I get self-conscious though, sometimes even when no one is around to hear.

10: do you sleep on your back, side, or stomach?

I like to sleep on my stomach, and can pretty much only fall asleep that way. But I sometimes switch to my side during the night.

11: what’s an inner joke you have with your friends?

I don’t know if I can think of anything specifically that actually really applies so I’m just gonna pick some stuff…. High school friends will probably laugh if I mention how we all agree I have pretty good aim with my vomit….and college friends, well they call me the Cheese-It Harpy. Friends, let me know if you’re reading this and you think of something else.

12: what’s your favorite planet?

I don’t have a favorite planet. I’m very appreciative of space and I know basic astrology with the planets, but somehow I just don’t have a fave.

13: what’s something that made you smile today?

I did my friend’s hair up pretty and she liked it and another friend liked it.

14: if you were to live with your best friend in an old flat in a big city, what would it look like?

It’s gonna have vines on the walls outside and there’s a courtyard maybe and the apartment will have yellow painted walls and the window will look out over the street and we’ll put up lots of string lights and small plants. I really want to make those tiny tiny gardens with the little benches in them and stuff. And the kitchen sink will usually have dishes in it bc I’m/we’re not people who wash our dishes right away. There will be original and purchased art on the walls.

15: go google a weird space fact and tell us what it is!

So apparently CalTech astronomers think there might be a big planet way out past Pluto, technically in our solar system.

16: what’s your favorite pasta dish?

UM I love all pasta but I will pick lasagna as my favorite almost all the time. I really love a baked ziti covered in mozzarella tho

17: what color do you really want to dye your hair?

So I don’t really want to dye my hair, but if I did, legit I would want it to be opalescent (silvery-white with pastel colors). Opals are my birthstone, and you bet that my hair would look like that if I was a Crystal Gem. But I don’t really think I’d be able to pull that off irl.

18: tell us about something dumb/funny you did that has since gone down in history between you and your friends and is always brought up.

So yeah, so my CV squad is always gonna remember me throwing up into the cup holder of the RENTAL car. My college friends…there’s probably so many but I’m blanking and can only think of when I spilled the cappuccino….or when I was tired and they put plastic lizards on my head and I got emotional bc I felt loved LOL. Idk help me out here guys Idk why I’m forgetting. I need to write down more of the things I do.

19: do you keep a journal? what do you write/draw/ in it?

I keep a writing journal at all times, and it’s basically a regular journal/diary where I write what happened, how I’m feeling.I also have a gratitude journal. I try to write in there as often as I can about things I am grateful for on that particular day, like compliments I may have received, or nice things that happened.

20: what’s your favorite eye color?

Brown. Almost everyone I’ve ever crushed on has had brown eyes. Brown eyes are beautiful!

21: talk about your favorite bag, the one that’s been to hell and back with you and that you love to pieces.

Favorite bag??? I don’t use bags, lol. I got my backpack. I’m not terribly attached to it.

22: are you a morning person?

Nope! My sleep schedule may be really messed up, but either way, I love being up and doing things at night. I really like to take my time waking up in the morning; I’m pretty slow about it.

23: what’s your favorite thing to do on lazy days where you have 0 obligations?

The thing I usually end up doing is bumming around the computer, tumblr and all. My favorite thing, though, would probably be to watch a really good movie or two, or to gather a pile of books and read through them all, like I used to do when I was little. I also really like to sleeeeeeep

24: is there someone out there you would trust with every single one of your secrets?

Not really. There are some things that I just don’t talk about with anyone.

25: what’s the weirdest place you’ve ever broken into?

I’ve broken into very few places. One of them is the toilet paper dispenser in the slightly scary bathroom downstairs in the campus center.

26: what are the shoes you’ve had for forever and wear with every single outfit?

This is basically all my shoes, as I kinda just find one pair of shoes I really like, and wear them every day until they get destroyed. I really liked my San Antonio Shoes that I wore to band. Several people complimented me on them. They seemed to fit really great. They were some good shoes. If I ever have the money, I might buy another pair sometime. The pair I had were bought ridiculously under-priced at a thrift store.

27: what’s your favorite bubblegum flavor?

I really like fruity gum. Fruit Stripe is my favorite chewing gum, but my favorite legit bubble-blowing bubblegum is the cotton candy bubblicious. It’s blue and super sugary and I have distinct memories of times when I chewed it, or wanted to be chewing it but was chewing something else, lol

28: sunrise or sunset?

Sunset is my favorite time. Since I do a lot at night, it’s not really a sad symbol of my day ending, but the night beginning. Whereas if I am seeing the sunrise, that probably means I’ve stayed up all night, which probably was questionably smart to do….

29: what’s something really cute that one of your friends does and is totally endearing?

I have a friend who kisses my hand to show affection, and I think it’s really cute and nice.

30: think of it: have you ever been truly scared?

I’ve never had any bone-chilling moments — no ghosts, home intruders, etc. But I have been genuinely scared of whether or not me and my family would be okay.

31: what is your opinion of socks? do you like wearing weird socks? do you sleep with socks? do you confine yourself to white sock hell? really, just talk about socks.

I don’t really like the look of fuzzy socks, but I like how it feels to go to sleep in them. I prefer not to wear socks to bed, but my feet get cold often and I can’t fall asleep if my feet are cold. I’ve got a growing collection of socks with foxes on them, but I kinda prefer to wear plain socks. I feel like it’s immature to wear colorful socks.

32: tell us a story of something that happened to you after 3AM when you were with friends.

I can’t recall anything exciting happening. We’ve gone out for food. Had a microwave macaroni party…

33: what’s your fave pastry?

Ooh. I can’t think of anything specific. I like stuff with cherries, or maybe like a cheese danish. I’m not picky!

34: tell us about the stuffed animal you kept as a kid. what is it called? what does it look like? do you still keep it?

When I was really little I had Silly Bear. He was purple or something, and wore a jester’s hat, I think. I used him to make my brother laugh for the first time. Then I had Maple the bunny. She was the most beautiful bunny, until we put her in the wash and then the dryer. Now, I have my fox. It doesn’t have a name, it’s just my fox. I’m sorry to say that my fox went in the dryer, too. My mom told me it would be okay, and it wasn’t. It’s fur is all messed up, but it’s still cute and I love it. Makes me wish I had kept Maple the bunny. And yeah, I sleep with my fox most nights.

35: do you like stationery and pretty pens and so on? do you use them often?

Ughhhh yeah my favorite is designer notebooks that are all pretty. Blank paper is enticing to me. I used to really like pencils that were colorful or had designs on them, too, but I’ve actually made the switch to pens now. I never thought I would switch to pens because I make so many mistakes, or I used to. I prefer my pens to be comfy and write nicely, rather than to look good. Pencils that write nice and dark are very important to me. But yeah I love stationery, and I always have to visit the stationery aisle whenever I go to the drugstore.

36: which band’s sound would fit your mood right now?

So lately, I think my mood has been sort of like Norah Jones or Corinne Bailey Rae. Kinda soft and sad, but nice. At least, that’s how I want my mood to be. Less the sad part though, just kinda soft and nice. Tryin not to stress out over finals.

37: do you like keeping your room messy or clean?

Definitely messy, but an organized messy. I want to know where everything is, and I want to be able to function and move around in the room, but I love having little figurines and papers all over my desk and stuff.

38: tell us about your pet peeves!

Well, as an English major, I have many grammar pet peeves. I hate it when people put recyclables in the trash. I dunno what else…

39: what color do you wear the most?

I wear a lot of blue because it looks good on me. Matches my eyes. I am gaining an increasing number of maroon-/burgundy-colored clothes. I don’t like to wear gray clothes.

40: think of a piece of jewelry you own: what’s it’s story? does it have any meaning to you?

I don’t wear jewelry. Let me tell you about my Two Cats On a Couch instead. They’re made of painted wood; two cats, one striped, and one in some kind of clothing. They are on a red couch with white dots and yellow flowers. The cat in the clothes is me, and the other cat is someone to talk to. My mom found the cats at a thrift store and said she got them for me because she wanted me to always have someone to talk to. They were the last gift I ever received from her, as she gave them to me shortly before she passed away.

41: what’s the last book you remember really, really loving?

One of the last books I remember liking a lot is The Mysterious Benedict Society by Trenton Lee Stewart. I read it about four years ago, and it was meant for a younger age group than mine even back then, but I remember it really resonating with me. It also totally hyped me up for a good test experience when I was about to take the SAT, because I read about the kids taking the test in the book right before I went to take the SAT, and it made me excited to rock a test.

42: do you have a favorite coffee shop? describe it!

I wish I had a favorite shop, but I don’t get out much and I usually take things to go places. There are several coffee shops in the area, but the independent ones are kinda new and kinda less comfy, and more minimalist, at least from what I’ve noticed. I can tell you about Norm’s, though, because I could definitely say that it’s a favorite spot of mine. My larp club at college, AOKP, goes to Norm’s every other Thursday or so. We have this big table in the corner that we usually sit at. I steal crayons from the basket on the front counter. My friend once left a big pile of sand in the bathroom because she didn’t clean herself off before we left the beach. I’d say that Norm’s has become a special place for me.

43: who was the last person you gazed at the stars with?

Alice, this one is you! The last time I really watched the stars, alone or not, was when we went to the beach to watch the sunrise. That was a good time.

44: when was the last time you remember feeling completely serene and at peace with everything?

Thanksgiving break was emotionally rough for me, but there was one afternoon when everything seemed really pretty, and the sun was real good, and all the plants were good, almost like they were giving off a vibe, and I just sat outside for maybe an hour and wrote in my journal, and started to feel really calm and good. I don’t even remember what I was thinking about, I’d have to check in my journal. That time just felt really good, from what I remember.

45: do you trust your instincts a lot?

I would say that I do try to intuit a lot of things, but I maybe have a hard time trusting myself or what I’m feeling. I’m trying to learn to recognize when I’m ignoring a feeling that is telling me to do or not to do something.

46: tell us the worst pun you can think of.

I like this joke, cuz English: A rule of grammar: double negatives are a no-no

47: what food do you think should be banned from the universe?

I don’t think people should be eating balut (duck embryos), and I’m pretty sure the smell alone of coconut shrimp has the power to make me throw up in an instant.

48: what was your biggest fear as a kid? is it the same today?

I think it is the same. I just kinda always am afraid of, instead of a comfy life, being alone and not having money or food and not being okay. Especially the alone part.

49: do you like buying CDs and records? what was the last one you bought?

I really don’t buy or even use CDs anymore, since I was little. We didn’t have internet in the house when I was a kid, so all the music we listened to, we played on a boombox. It could do CDs and tapes. My mom had a small collection, and we rented a bunch of stuff from the public library. The sound on the boombox got messed up eventually, and by that time I had access to the internet, so now it’s streaming and Youtube.

50: what’s an odd thing you collect?

I have a collection from, like, late elementary and middle school, of pencils that I used until they got really heckin small. I’m talking, you can barely write with the dang thing. One of these pencils is a colored pencil that is one of the best shades of my favorite color (neon orange) that I’ve ever seen.

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