#and when I say celebrate I mean stuffing my face with food lol

[blues824]

Greetings, friend! Can I ask for 24 with Trey and 25 with Ruggie? (Both with male readers, if possible, please❤️)

You requested: New Year’s Countdown + NYE Party

I just did both prompts for both guys lol. Male reader

Trey Clover

You had accepted his invitation to stay at his family’s home in the Queendom of Roses, and the scent of flowers kind of punched you in the face in the best way possible. Trey carried your suitcase for you, even though you didn’t want him to because he had his own suitcase to carry. However, he warned you that your arms needed to be free to catch his siblings when they try to tackle you.

Laughing as you knocked on the door to the house, it shouldn’t have come as a surprise to actually be tackled. Trey walked in with your suitcases before coming back out and picking his brother and sister up, hoisting them over his shoulders. They pounded against his back, trying to get him to let go, but he’s carried too many sacks of flour to be deterred so easily.

Meeting his parents for the first time was a bit awkward, as they had no idea that their son had a boyfriend. Then, there was his siblings, who saw how grossly in love you both were and asked when you were going to get married. Instead of being embarrassed, though, Trey just said that he was waiting until you both graduated, and that made you flustered as hell.

Anyway, your time here was mostly spent helping the bakery run. You often helped your beloved baker in the kitchen, fetching the ingredients and measuring cups that he needed. You would then help at the counter whenever a customer walked in to collect their party order. Now, his family’s bakery was a fairly well-known spot, so to see someone else behind the counter was unusual.

However, Trey would introduce you to each person as his boyfriend. If they were being honest, every single person thought that he would stay single for his entire life because he never showed interest in anyone. You laughed at their surprise, saying that you were very lucky to have a man like him.

Unfortunately, this job never stopped, so the Clover family just opted to celebrate New Year’s in the bakery. It was a small celebration, but it meant that it would be special. The younger children indulged themselves on the treats left over, and you, Trey, and his parents had a small glass of champagne to toast to the new year.

Then, the countdown began.

“10, 9, 8, 7…” Trey pulled you into him, grabbing your face with his hands.

“Y/N L/N, in the rather short time I have known you, you managed to throw my life upside down completely. I love you, and I know I say it rather often, but I hope you know I mean it, sweetheart. You have no idea how much I love you. I’m glad I’ve had the privilege of knowing you and loving you.” His words were enough to bring you to tears, and once the clock ran out, you pulled him into a rather passionate kiss.

“Get a room!” Trey’s younger brother shouted with his mouth stuffed full of a cupcake.

Ruggie Bucchi

The Sunset Savanna was very warm, even at this time of year. That being said, you were very happy to go because you did not want to stay in NRC. Crowley was an insufferable piece of shit, and Ruggie was less so and also your boyfriend. Plus, he wrote to his family about you and they very much wanted to meet the human who tamed their son.

Once you stepped foot onto the street he lived on, you realized that these people probably knew how to party. Everyone was pitching in on getting ready for a big New Year’s Party, any skills were accepted into preparation. You moved on to his grandmother’s house, and you could smell the food she was currently cooking. It made your mouth water.

You learned that his grandmother, while a bit strict, was really sweet. Once you showed interest in what she was making, she had you and her grandson helping her in the kitchen. She told you many stories of your boyfriend when he was just a young pup, which embarrassed him but made you laugh. You were totally going to use these stories as blackmail later, but that was another story on its own.

Anyway, at the party itself, you met many people from Ruggie’s childhood as you helped set up. His aunties and uncles (who were really just close family friends) all loved you, saying you were a good man for their little Ruggie. You relationship with one another was very heartwarming and cute to the others in the area, again with some little kids asking when you two are getting married. Is it so bad if you were daydreaming about it? 

Eventually, the preparation was ready. The food was laid out and everyone started sitting down at tables that were put out in the street. One of the residents was a retired DJ who kept up with recent trends in music, so you had a free DJ. It was definitely a very exciting party, especially as you got up to dance with your lovely hyena.

Then, the music slowed down. The couples got together and started dancing with one another. There were even a few children, their love only equating to a small crush, that were dancing together. Your arms went about his neck, playing with the ends of his hair on the back of his neck, making him melt as you both swayed side to side.

Over the mic, the DJ started counting down, and that’s when Ruggie stopped to speak his mind.

“Y/N, I know I haven’t been the kindest to you this year, but I hope you can accept a poor hyena’s apology. I love you, sweets, and I’m hoping you could be mine for the next year and the year after, all the way until you are absolutely sick of me. I am your hyena, I am your problem.”

“You could never be a problem to me, Rugs.” You pulled him into a rather passionate kiss once the clock ran out, earning a few whistles and cheers from those around you.

Pulling away, you whispered, “I love you, too,” against his lips.

[gerec]

中秋节快乐、Ger！

Happy Mid-Autumn festival!

Are you gonna do some moon watching tonight? I hope you get to eat some good YueBing.

Also here's the picture of Chang'e from one of my childrens' books :D

Thank you darling Traum! And Happy Mid-Autumn fest to you too!

Unfortunately the fam is not big on mooncakes (including me, a travesty I know lol) so no big celebration here. :D :D :D

[mypoisonedvine]

Seeing Red | bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x reader (part 7)

(part 1) (part 2) (part 3) (part 4) (part 5) (part 6)

series summary: bucky used to brag that he didn’t have a celebrity crush, or really care about famous people at all, which is what made him the perfect person to start working for a celebrity like yourself.  except, of course, it’s just his luck that he’d fall for you.  

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warnings: um just implied smut and fluff and a reference to bdsm I guess?? but it's pretty chill overall

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y/n.y/l/n okay first of all, it takes an act of god to get a picture of this guy smiling, but it’s always worth it.  he really changed everything for me and I can’t thank him enough for that.  so happy ❤️ 

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caroldanvers 😍😍😍

flowercrowny/n oh my god this is so sweet i’m gonna cry

1 HOUR AGO

He smiled as he stared down at the post you’d made, remembering how much effort you’d put into finding the perfect picture (in your opinion; he thought he looked kinda dopey in it) as well as writing and re-writing your caption.

The speed at which your post gained likes and comments was inconceivable to him; even more impressive was the speed at which gossip rags were picking up the story.  Sure enough, his phone’s alerts to new headlines about you were not only going off like crazy, but had started to include news about himself as well.  

Y/N Y/L/N Shocks With Romantic Instagram Post, Confirms Dating Rumors

You’ll Never Guess Which Hollywood Starlet Is Dating Her Driver

Who is James Barnes?  Everything We Know About Y/N Y/L/N’s New Beau

Skimming one of the articles, he was impressed at how much information they’d managed to get without actually getting anything from you or him.  Born in Brooklyn, disabled Army veteran, worked a list of odd jobs before becoming your driver and bodyguard.  ‘No social media presence, prefers to keep a low profile’ one of them said; you can say that again, Bucky chuckled to himself when he read it.

He found another from People and didn’t particularly appreciate that it spent half the time going through all your past exes and rumored partners (turned out ‘rumored’ is a fancy word for ‘a bunch of fans deluded themselves so hard that it somehow turned into news without any proof necessary’).  But he still smiled when he got to the part that was actually about you and him.

‘The relationship is pretty new but they’re so happy together,’  a source close to the couple reported.  

Close indeed; that statement came from your publicist, who he’d never even meet.  

‘He’s a very private guy and she’s got this huge following, so they’re sort of an odd couple in that way, but she knows her fans are respectful and will let them have their own life outside of the spotlight.’ 

Bucky wasn’t sure that the respectfulness of fans was such a given here, but he hoped you were right.  To be fair, they’d been very sweet on your original post insofar. 

However, when he scrolled to the bottom of the celebrity magazine articles and realized they had their own comments section, he discovered that they were a little less forgiving than the ones on your Instagram.  

Is this the best she thinks she can do?  So sad tbh :(

a military guy…. yikes, she could get any guy she wants and she goes for a murderer. 

He looks like a hobo that found a coupon for a free haircut lol

I don’t buy it, I know she’ll always love Pietro!

Pietro being your former co-star that so many of your fans were convinced was actually your soulmate.  From what he’d heard from you, those speculations had made things so uncomfortable between the two of you that it killed your friendship.  Those were nothing, though, compared to the comments about someone you actually had dated.

she’s obviously not over sam… they were so good together

He’d better watch out for her ex, he still likes tweets about her and they have so much chemistry

Wait, she’s not still with Sam Wilson??  I could’ve sworn they’d been dating for, like, five years.

You were scrolling through your phone with a smile as you walked past where he was sitting on the couch, and he just couldn’t help himself from asking even though he knew it wasn’t the best idea.  “Do I need to worry about this Sam thing?” he blurted out, trying to play it cool and not sound too anxious.  “People are really obsessed with you two…”

“Sam and I…” you sighed, staring off into space for a second.  He made himself anxious imagining what you were thinking about in that moment.  “I haven’t talked to him in… years?  I think it’s just because our relationship was so public that people are still talking about it.  And it had a lot of gossip material— we did a movie together, people thought it was sweet that we got together during production, it was great promotion for the picture… and from the outside, we made a lot of sense for each other.  But he has his own problems.  I loved him, but… he wasn’t ever going to be a one-girl kinda guy.”

“But you’re not just any one girl.  You’re… you know, you,” he emphasized.

“You’ve been reading too many headlines,” you shook your head as you sat down beside him.  “Please don’t turn into one of those guys who thinks of me as a celebrity first.  Before that—” you pointed to your own name where it was bolded on his screen in the trending topics page of Twitter— “was popping up on movie posters and in gossip magazines, it was just my name.  And I’m not perfect.  Not even close.”

Bucky sighed and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into him and holding you tightly.  “And before I knew you were famous, or rich, or incredibly talented, I was totally obsessed with you just for who you are.”

“You’re too fucking amazing,” you sighed as you held his face and gave him a gentle kiss— the kind of kiss that instantly melted his heart and banished his worries.  When you pulled back and looked up at him with a smile, it was like everything else just… faded away.  “Don’t read the comments, okay?  None of them matter.”

He smiled and brushed his thumb over your cheek, overwhelmed by not only the softness of your skin but of your spirit as well.  In all his life he’d never been handled so… gently, with so much care.  “You’re the best thing that ever happened to me,” he mumbled, not even really realizing he’d said it aloud until you gave him a beaming smile.

“I can’t believe you’re my boyfriend,” you giggled pridefully.

“Seriously?  I can… very easily believe it,” he scoffed.

“I just mean… you’re so…” you searched for the words.  “You’re actually good to me, that’s the thing.  I’m not used to that.”

“You deserve the world,” he assured.  “I’m just gonna keep trying to give you as much of it as I can find.”

He watched his hand trail over your face, down your neck and to your chest where he played with the hem of your t-shirt.

"It's odd to know there are millions of people who are jealous of me,” he admitted quietly, remembering some aggressive comments from some very angry dudes who had apparently also watched your nude scene a few too many times.

"Do you like it?  Do you like how it feels to know you're making them angry every time you touch me?"

"Couldn't care less," he refuted.  "Nobody else matters when I'm touchin' you."

“Do you maybe wanna… touch me a little more about it?” you smirked, opening your legs slightly in invitation.

“Always.”

//

Bucky had, thankfully, not let the newfound fame get to his head.  In fact, he had demanded that the two of you hunker down in the house, since he feared that going out would lead to being recognized.  What he apparently hadn’t anticipated was that that might not be enough.

“Will you get that?” you requested when the gate buzzed, too wrapped up in the book you were reading to answer the intercom.

He hopped up and held down the button to communicate with the gate speaker.  “Who is it?” he asked.

“I’ve got a delivery from Anjappar Chettinad on 23rd?”

Bucky didn’t even reply before hitting the green button and granting access to the driveway.  BEEP BEEP BEEP! you heard the gate signal its opening, and the car pulling around up to the door.  Bucky didn’t open it until there was a knock, greeting the delivery guy with a smile and the necessary cash.

“I’ve got a lamb korma, hyderabadi mutton dum biryani and an order of— woah,” the man suddenly stopped, staring at Bucky’s face.  “Are you—?’

“Hungry?  Yes,” he frowned.

“You’re the guy dating— holy shit, congrats man,” he beamed, smacking Bucky on the shoulder pridefully before leaning in with a mischievous smirk.  “Say, is she a freak or what?”

“She is,” you piped up from the couch, making both men turn their heads; but one was chuckling while the other looked mortified.  “You better not have forgotten my paneer pakora or I’m gonna chain you up and whip you.”

“Uh, I— no, I got it right here,” he promised weakly, handing the bag over to Bucky and starting to dash away before Bucky grabbed his arm, making the smaller man whimper fearfully.

“You forgot the money,” Bucky reminded him gruffly, stuffing the bills into the driver’s front pocket.

Finally, he let go, and the delivery man instantly pulled away, rubbing his arm and looking a bit like a kicked puppy as he went back to his car and drove away.

“You didn’t need to scare him that bad,” Bucky chuckled.

“I could say the same to you!  Grabbing somebody with the metal arm like that will put the fear of God into them pretty fast.”

“I didn’t mean to grab him that hard,” he admitted, examining the prosthetic hand as he came back to the couch with the bag of food, handing it to you while he focused on watching his motorized fingers curl and uncurl.  “I think I need to get this thing recalibrated… it’s been bugging out lately.”

“I dunno, it was working just fine last night,” you smiled, remembering how delightfully cool those fingers felt inside you.

Bucky seemed to miss it entirely, though, as he stared off into space.  “I can’t believe I got… recognized.”

“You’re a star,” you winked.  “And not just with random delivery drivers.  I’ve had a lot of press requests, everybody wants to be the first one to get nice pictures of us together— we’ve had a dozen event invites as a couple.”

“Seriously?!” he scoffed, snapping back to reality slightly enough 

“Yeah, and look what came in same-day mail this morning!”  You leaned over to shuffle through the mail on the side table before finding and handing him a letter in a gold-embossed envelope, watching him read what you knew was inside.

The Hollywood Foreign Press Association extends an invitation to Y/N Y/L/N and James Barnes to the annual Grant Banquet in support of the Young Artists Fund.

“It seems like a good first event for us,” you explained.  “Relatively small and low stakes, it’s for a good cause…”

“Are you sure I’m ready to be, you know… seen?  By people?” 

You scoffed, hardly believing how insecure he could be sometimes.  “You look great, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“Will I have to talk to anybody other than you?” he asked, grimacing as if that were a form of brutal torture.

“Probably,” you admitted.

His frown deepened.  “What if I say the wrong thing?”

“I’m not that worried about you,” you smirked.  “You’re a lot better at this stuff than you think you are.”

“I don’t have anything to wear…”

You smirked, a little too proud of yourself, when you remembered the email your publicist had forwarded to you just this morning.  “Hugo Boss will pay you $1500 to wear one of their suits on the carpet.”

“They’ll pay me to wear free clothes?” he repeated with wide eyes.

“Yeah, that’s one of the cooler things about fame,” you laughed.  “I make a grand every time I wear this watch outside!”

“I guess I should send them my measurements then…” he trailed off.  “Any chance I can get in on that watch deal?”

“No, but you can make $50 by getting papped at Jamba Juice.”

He paused for a moment, scratching the back of his neck as he thought.  “Is the smoothie comped?”

“I don’t know.  Do you want me to ask?”

“...kinda…” he admitted with a shy smile.  

“Well, I will, and I’ll RSVP to this invite saying we’ll be there next week,” you decided as you started to open up the food, but Bucky stopped you by reaching for your hands.

“Are we really doing this?” he asked.

“If you want to,” you mitigated.

“Of course I do.  I guess I have to accept that you’re actually willing to be seen with me,” he chuckled.  “It’s just sort of hard to believe.”

You leaned in and kissed him; it was meant to be a casual, reassuring peck but he held you closer and you melted into him, moaning softly at his touch as you started to climb into his lap.

“The food’s gonna get cold,” he reminded you with a mumble against your lips.

Unfortunately, your literal hunger was a bit too strong to ignore, even with the growing intensity of a metaphorical hunger for Bucky.  “Alright,” you relented, getting off of him and returning your attention to the meal on the table.  “Just know that I really, really want to be seen together, in public, just in case anybody missed the news about us already.  I’m not embarrassed by you or afraid you’re going to do something dumb.  I…”

One of those words that can’t be unsaid started to bubble up in your throat and you coughed, banishing the thought.

“I really like you.  I think we have something special.”

He smiled gently, giving you one more kiss on the cheek.  “I think so, too.”

//

Since this was slightly less of a big deal than a premiere or press tour, you had managed to convince your styling team to let you dress yourself, which was why he was laying on the bed and talking to you through the bathroom door while you put on your gown.

“Do you want me to hire a new driver?” you prompted him, voice muffled slightly as he imagined your head covered in the fabric, trying to navigate through the dress.  “I don’t want you to feel… I don’t know, like a servant?”

“A servant?  You’re still paying me,” he reminded you.  “You are still paying me, right?”

“Yes,” you laughed, “but still, I would hate it if you felt like staff.  You’re my boyfriend!”

(His heart still fluttered every time you said it.)

“No new driver,” he decided.  “I can drive just fine, and considering how things went between us… let’s not open the door for anybody else,” he smirked, making you laugh in that way you did when he made a stupid joke but you still liked it somehow.

“Okay, sure, but what about being my bodyguard?  Is that too weird?” you continued.

“God no,” he scoffed, “if anything I’m gonna be better at my job than ever.  As your boyfriend, keeping you safe is my job, but since keeping you safe was already my job… it’s, like, doubled-up now.”

He lost his train of thought when you opened the door.

“How do I look?” you asked as you stepped in and gave him a spin in your new dress.  Your whole body was draped in red silk, with the exception of your back which was almost entirely exposed, as if it were begging him to run his fingers down your spine.

“Like everything I ever wanted,” he blurted out before he could stop himself.

And it was so odd that you questioned his desire to drive you, because those moments where he could steer with one hand and rest the other on your thigh, when he could catch a glimpse of you looking out the window at the city rolling by, when he got to listen to you ramble about something to kill the time during a drive; those were his favorite moments, and he wouldn’t trade them for anything.

After a relatively brief trip, you arrived at the venue, and all of a sudden he was doing what he’d fantasized about more than he’d like to admit: escorting you down a red carpet.  It was almost overwhelming— yelling, chattering, reporters speaking into camera, flashes going off in every direction—

“Hey,” you whispered, bringing your hand up to his cheek and instantly taking all his attention.

“Hey,” he returned.

“Just follow my lead,” you instructed.

“That was the plan.”

[neptuneofthesky]

Just say your post about the 300 followers! Congrats :DD Also- I was wondering if I could request something in regards to that? Ofc if you don’t want to, don’t have time/motivation, etc., I completely understand. If possible, here’s the details!:

Probably a Wilbur (Soot) or Quackity (Alex) X gender neutral (they/them) reader? For the prompt “Hippocamp” (When you’re a good cook or smth, I don’t really remember lol).

Maybe it’s their (dating) anniversary and (Y/n) decides to make something special (whatever Wilbur or Alex’s favorite dish is, or just something that brings both of them good memories). After trying it, Wilbur/Alex would literally just spew out compliments lmao. Reader gets all flustered, but Wilbur/Alex genuinely means it. They eat together and spend some time talking, a precious moment of theirs together.

Sorry I don’t have much to say at the moment, I’m working on hw so yk how that is lol. Uh, anyways, sorry if this was too vague n whatnot, just lmk if you’d like more details or whatever! Congratulations on 300 followers again :]

thank you sooo much<33 You are too nice TT

And I decided to make it a quackity one, I have a test tmr so I kind of speedran it, but I still hope you like it!!

Follower Event

Quackity x Reader [Follower Event]

Hippocamp

To 'celebrate' three very special years together, you both just decided to do a simple movie night, but it was never plain simple with Quackity.

You both decided not to buy gifts, but you both knew you were lying to each other.

You smiled as you tasted the batter of the cake, there is no way Alex won't give you a gift.

You paused as you picked up the piping bag, and slightly smirked as you thought of something.

And besides the cake, you decided to make wagyu beef, because you knew Alex loved it, and even though it was very hard to make, and expensive too, but it was worth it.

You looked at the clock, and it was almost time for dinner. You furrowed your brows, hoping Alex's gift isn't too much grand. Setting the plates on the table, you quickly went to get ready.

Just as you were giving final touches to your hair, you heard the door open. A grin came over your face as you went to the living room, only to Alex with a grin, and of course, he was wearing a suit.

You raised a brow and tilted your head, "I thought you said no gift-giving, Alex." He playfully rolled his eyes, "Don't worry, it's for Tiger." You just laughed as he turned you around, "Me first."

(it's something like this^)

You gasped as you looked at the necklace, then at Alex, "Alex..." He smiled, "You like it?" You nodded and threw your arms around him, "I love it!"

And then it was your turn to show him the cake you especially made for him,

'Go to hell dumbass.'

He looked up from the cake and gave you an 'i'm done' look, making you burst out laughing, "Cmon, we have to recreate the picture!"

After a mini photoshoot, and the cake cutting 'ceremony', you both did no delay in digging in the food.

Quackity let out a moan, completely catching you off guard, "Ugh, it's so good!"

You let out a laugh, "It's your favorite, that's why I made it."

He groaned as he stuffed his mouth even more, you patted his arm, "Calm down Alex it's not going anywhere."

"It's so fucking good! I think I'm gonna get emotional." Your cheeks started to get red as the compliments didn't stop, "Okay, Alex, I think that we should stop the compliment train."

He paused, "But, I really mean it. Your cooking skills are great, like, they are out of this world." You covered your face with your hands, "STOP-" "NO SERIOUSLY I LOVE YOU AND YOUR COOKING-"

"I mean, you impressed my parents with your cooking, and Karl, and Tiger loves that special sushi you make. And like, when you make me those midnight meals, ugh, I'm so grateful to have you in my life."

Your eyes widened as your cheeks got even redder, "T-thank you, Alex, it's nothing." He just grinned, "It has been like three years, how are you still flustered by the compliments?" You lightly hit his shoulder, making him laugh, "I just can't get used to it."

"Hey remember that time you tried to make me a pizza on stream-" You couldn't complete your sentence as you tried to hold your laugh. Quackity gave you almost an embarrassed look as you smiled, "A+ for effort, but, it was so freaking funny! 'Chat, they're gonna love it- and boom you spend the whole night in the toilet. I told you to wait for me so we could do it together." He slightly pouted, "I wanted to surprise you... But I guess you don't really appreciate my efforts."

You rubbed your eyes as you yawned, "I still want to watch a movie." He laughed, "You are tired though." You slightly pouted, "But movie..." He giggled and ruffled your hair, "Alright, one movie." You sleepily smiled and slumped on him, "I love you."

He wrapped his arms around you, "I love you too."

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[dreamii-yume]

My guy's birthday is on the 18th Yume, there's a scarce amount of spice for him unfortunately, so for a crumb idea

Ruggie wanting to confess after receiving a gift, even though it wasn't the gift he really wanted if you know what I mean 😏

Anonymous asked :

"No thought, head empty, just fluffy romantic Ruggie with mc on his birthday"

*****

Ruggie looks SO GOOD in a suit Σ>―(〃°ω°〃)♡→

An extravagant birthday party.

A delicious feast spread out on the table.

A well-made suit.

Ruggie’s eyes could scan his entire surroundings all day and would still find something worth to notice about all of this. Despite already having experienced such luxury celebration in his first year here in Night Raven College, he couldn’t help but be impressed by the number of things he can receive in this particular day. Not that he’s complaining though, look at all these donuts he can eat, all the gift his friends got for him, all of which something that he can only dream of having as a child. For someone like him who was born with nothing of value, a piece of cake alone was the highlight of his day, so you can forgive him for savoring such moments.

Though there was just one little thing that this year had that made it more special than the last, that was you socializing in the background, a great distance away from him. With a donut stuffed in his mouth he rests his cheeks on his palm, just staring at you with a drink in your hand, conversing with someone so happily. Even as his powerful ears twitched in effort, he can’t get a good grasp over what the conversation is all about. He’s curious, you looked excited that it was bothering him a little, what are you talking about?Glancing over to the side instead, he saw the small mountains of gifts from friends piled up on the floor. All special in its own ways, yet one thing only sticks out to him the most is the one that he had on his hand.

A sweet little thing, a hand-sewn plushie of a cartoonish hyena with similar color scheme as him, wrapped in a neat ribbon with a birthday tag that you clearly written yourself. It wasn’t food that can fill him up, or any tool that can help him in his daily life, but it was something that put a smile on his face. It wasn’t the best plushie in the world, he could see the little ripped seams on the side that you tried to cover up and uneven stitches, this probably wouldn’t cost much if he were to sell it, but who said he’s going to do that? It was cute to see effort place on a gift like this. Though, it made Ruggie chuckle a little remembering how you gave it to him, smiling ever so nervously to cover any mistakes you might make.

“Here, so you won’t be too lonely at night, hehe…” You sounded like you were joking around, and it did make him laugh, though he knew it that you were only half-serious about it. That childish reasoning was endearing after all, and if we’re talking about something embarrassing you should’ve heard his thoughts at that moment. The moment you walked up to him with a smile and a cute little blush in your cheeks, it got his imagination going crazy.

Wouldn’t it be funny if that gift could be that three special words that he wanted to hear from you? One that can confirm his feelings in return.

...But of course, he’s kidding. There’s no way in hell that you’ll actually ever say that, this is just his own delusion after all.

“Ruggie-senpai, do you want some milk to go along with those donuts?” Ruggie flinched as he suddenly heard your voice and quickly turned around to face you, for a moment he thought he might be imagining you again. He was too distracted by his own thoughts that he didn’t even notice you strolling down towards him. In your hand was a glass full of cold and fresh milk, one that would really go well with his favorite treat.

You smiled, and Ruggie couldn’t help but be mesmerized by it for a split second, he thought of how shining it looked in his part. Eventually, he did give a toothy grin right back at you, before anything could be considered suspicious. “Right. Thanks for the offer, (Y/N)~ I’ll happily take them~” He said as he gulped down the dairy liquid, washing off the sweetened flavor of the donut with a satisfying gulp. You tilted your head to the side, blinking as you observed how his ears twitches excitedly because of it.

“I’m glad that you seemed to be having fun, Ruggie-senpai. This is a day to treat you like a king after all, so please help yourself as much as you want.” You said, Ruggie couldn’t agree more as he nod excitedly and quite shamelessly in the matter. He noticed how you stared at him curiously as he grabs another donut from the plate, you look like a newborn puppy. “...Those donuts really look good too, huh...I wonder…”

Ruggie heard you mumbled out the last part as he bit into the dough, and turned to you as he chewed it. It took a few seconds until he puts on a mischievous smirk when the both of you just realized that you said something you don’t intend to be heard by anyone out loud. “A-Ah, wait...! That’s not—!” You hold your hand up in defense, cheeks flaring up.

So, you wanted a taste, huh? Well, if there’s a giant plate of delicious treats in front of him like this too, he can’t blame you for wanting to grab one for yourself. “…Want one?” He asked in a clearly teasing and smug fashion, his tail wagging behind him.

You pouted like a child, but your mannerism clearly shows that you do. “N-No, thank you…This should be something that’s only for you…! I don’t have the right to…have a taste…” You said, averting your eyes away from the temptation, but he could clearly see those small glances from time to time. The way you gulped down your saliva as well, your voice slowly lowering down the more you talk. Ruggie could only sigh, you’re such an easy book to read that he worries how you’ll even survive out there. “I’ll…I’ll go for something else, like…Like the cake or something…”

“Alright, alright~ I get it, you’re a humble little lady~” Ruggie said, sighing loudly with a shrug and for a moment, you thought he gave up in trying to convince you. However, you were proven wrong as he looked straight back at you with his usually lazy eyes looking weirdly intense. “But I like you if you’re a bit naughty too sometimes, y’know~?”

Then, he pulled you by the arm so suddenly that you almost stumbled over, but quickly caught off-guard as he grabbed your jaw in a tight hold. Grinning, he holds out his half-eaten donut in front of you. “Right, open up, Sweetheart~” He said in a teasingly loving way, pushing your cheeks together to force open your mouth, enjoying the little surprise noises you’re making. Then, he began to push the donut inside, allowing the sweetness to fill your taste buds almost immediately. Trusting that there was enough dough filling your mouth to not let the rest fall to the ground, he let go of your jaw and chuckled. “See~? It’s delicious, isn’t it? Crunchy on the outside, fluffy on the inside!”

Though still in shock and confusion, you unconsciously nibbled on the piece of treat, slowly basking in the taste and your eyes sparkling at the sudden burst of flavor. You bit a piece off with a hand ready to catch the remains, but before you could do so, Ruggie leaned closer and holds the piece for you. “…Especially when you share it with others.” He said as he opened his mouth and bit the other side of the donut.

Gasping, you widened your eyes and blushed deep red, he was so close and was coming closer every time he bits off a piece of the dough. You tried backing up, only to realize how his hands were wrapped tightly around your wrist, preventing you from getting away. Stuck onto the other side of the donut, your heartbeat began to race as Ruggie began closing in on you. He’s inches away from your lips and like a deer in a headlight, your mind and body froze, you didn’t know what else to do. Shutting your eyes tight became your last resort as you felt his breath brushing against skin, a drop of sweat fell in the side of your forehead.

Ruggie opened his eyes slightly to see your reaction, to see how much your body was trembling, your lips trembling from his presence alone. Your nervous breaths, shaking and airy with your hands slowly dampening up against his. He thought of how cute it is that even with the other side of the donut stuffed in your mouth, it almost seems like your lips were puckering up to ready themselves for what’s about to happen, for him. One literal bite away and your lips would touch, Ruggie couldn’t help but to wonder how it end up like this, it was the force of habit and was something he thought of right on the spot. He’s heart was racing just as much as yours, his cheeks are probably just as flushed as yours too, but there was not a tinge of hesitation in his actions.

…He was going to do this. You being right here in front of him, eyes closed and unconsciously preparing yourself for something that you don’t even realize is a kiss, it’s a risk that he was willing to take…Who cares if he didn’t get what he really wanted for his birthday? It doesn’t have to be a special day to show you his own side of the story, what he’s really feeling for you. He…can say it, he can show it at any time of the day, as long as you can understand.

And with the final piece of the donut gone, and your soft lips clashing against his, Ruggie had taken the first step towards that goal.

I ended up making a sweet and spicy dish lol Sorry, Darling~ (*/▽＼*)

[anyoneseenadam]

Home: Chapter Five

azriel x reader (acotar)

summary: (y/n) is a daughter of Persephone, still recovering from the trauma of her fall into Tartarus and doesn’t have time for a stupid, handsome, annoying, stunning, injured man. But now they’re stuck together in the middle of nowhere and there only chance of getting home is if she can heal him, and fast.

warnings: big spoilers for mark of Athena and house of Hades, also some for the acotar series, eventual smut, blood, PTSD, graphic descriptions of violence, injuries and torture, enemies to lovers so az is a bit of a dick to start, swearing, THIS PART HAS THE SEXC TIMES YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

word count: 4k

a/n: this is pretty much just fluff so pls enjoy :) also please comment you have no idea how much it means to me I cry when I get them lol :) also I have a playlist for this one so go listen if you would like!

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When you woke Azriel had somehow wrapped his entirety around your frame, including his wings, tucking you tight against his chest. You pulled back slightly, moving your legs, trying to regain feeling in your muscles only to be greeted with a grunt and being pulled even tighter against his chest.

“Good morning to you too,” You giggled reaching up and pecking his jaw, smiling when he tilted his head to look down at you. He had a frown on his face but a playful look in his eyes none the less.

“Morning,” The deep tones of his voice vibrated through his chest and you bit your lip at him as he chuckled at your reaction. You lay your head back down on his chest listening to the soft patter of the rain on the roof, the storm had hugely calmed down however it was still raining lightly outside. Azriel’s hand moved to your back and you tensed as his hand moved over your scars, tracing pictures, and admiring them as if they were a piece of art. You lay in silence for minutes or hours, losing track of time as his scarred hands and your scarred back became one, soft murmurs keeping you barely awake as you spoke about nothing.

You eventually had to pull away when Azriel’s stomach was too loud to ignore. A shiver went through you as you sat up, not only losing the direct body heat but also the comforting press of his shadows as they had settled over you. The feeling of their embrace was an odd one; they were cold, and their darkness was everything you had grown to despise, yet they made you feel safe, indestructible. They felt like armour passed to you by the man you were falling for and gave you the feeling that as long as he was beside you, nothing would hurt you again.

Your eyes moved to where he was pulling on his trousers, the expanse of his back rippling with restrained strength and making your mouth turn dry. He turned when he felt your gaze on him and you were once again shocked by how pretty he was. You had admired handsome celebrities before, but he was different, he had an elegance you hadn’t seen before. Every movement was planned and smooth, no stumbles or mistakes as he moved, even when he was ill he still held that perfectly poised form, you presumed centuries of training did that to a man.

“Are you going to stare all day or are you going to get me some food woman?” he said, grinning cheekily when you smacked his shoulder.

“I will hurt you.” You scrunched your face at him, pulling your underwear on and rolling your eyes when you picked up your ruined bra.

“I promised you wouldn’t need it didn’t I?” He smirked, climbing over you, and pressing wet kisses into your neck. You smiled leaning into his attentions, bursting out laughing when you were once again interrupted by his stomach and he looked at you with pleading eyes.

“Ask nicely,” you nudged his cheek with your nose, and he rolled his eyes.

“Oh please my darling, please do me the honour of eating your food so I may have the pleasure of devouring you on a real bed.” You laughed and sat up again, pulling your shirt over your head.

“Better.”

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You were sat on the small balcony you had fashioned, leaning against Azriel’s firm chest, his arms tight around your waist. The clouds had cleared away and the forest was filled with the smell of evaporating water, you had been pointing out and naming species of lizards you saw basking in the morning sun, trying to get their internal temperatures back to a temperature they could function at. Azriel listened patiently as you spoke animatedly about the Komodo dragon you had seen the first night, he was in awe of how excited you were talking about animals, smiling as you explained how reptiles had always fascinated you.

“We once had a quest in L.A and I made everyone stop for like twenty minutes cause I wanted to take pictures of this frog I saw.” You giggled craning your head back to see him shake his head at you.

“You’re insane.”

“And what about it?” You closed your eyes, leaning back against his shoulder, letting the sun sink into your skin and imagining you could feel the individual particles wake up with the newfound energy.

“How are you feeling anyway? Do you think you could get us home today?” You asked, pulling away to sit next to him cross legged, your head resting against his bare shoulder.

“Probably, I just need more food and I don’t actually know where your house is.”

“Do you need like coordinates or something cause I don’t have that.”

“No, more like the area, it would help if I had been there. I could probably get us to the alley in that tall city again.” You laughed at his phrase.

“Okay that’s fine we can get a cab.” You stood up and climbed down the ladder, moving to a fresh patch of earth.

“A cab?” he appeared besides you, making you yelp and press a hand to your chest.

“I hate you, and yes a cab, it’s a car.” You explained, passing him an apple.

“Car?”

“Gods, an automobile. A carriage that isn’t run by horse but instead machines.” He just made a sound of agreement and you giggled.

“Oh you’re going to love it, those big ol’ wings stuffed in a metal tin.”

“Please no,” he dropped his head on your shoulder, pressing a soft kiss there and you debated the question that had been stirring in your head all morning. You frowned and focused on the potatoes you were growing, trying to still the thoughts gnawing at your brain. Was this a one-time thing? Gods he’s going to go back to his world and forget about me. I mean he’s immortal. But we’re acting like a couple, is that what we are now?

Azriel sensed your panic as your eyes glazed over, the vacant expression a sign that you were too deep in your own thoughts. He quickly looked around for something red, ready to get rid of it at any cost, but couldn’t see a glimpse of red in the green that surrounded the two of you, so he instead tilted your head to look at him, your eyes wary.

“What’s wrong baby?” he asked, thumb stroking your cheekbone reassuringly.

“It’s nothing, I’m just being stupid,” you tried to laugh it off, but he persisted. “I just- where do we go from here?”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s just that, you’re immortal right? And I’m not. And you’ve probably got other girls lining up back in your other world and I,” He motioned for you to continue, eyes unbelievably soft.

“I don’t want to be alone again. I was alone when we met because I can’t socialise like I used to, but I’ve got so used to this, and I want- no I need you to be happy and I’m sure that’s home for you but. I don’t want you to go, I don’t want you to become a memory that I think of when I’m sad.” He didn’t know what to say, hadn’t even considered it really. After he realised you were mates all he could think of was a house that you would make a home, he imagined a cat and maybe chickens and you with a rounded belly and a toddler on your hip. He hadn’t thought of the reality, you were mortal, you wouldn’t have eternity with him, your body couldn’t bear Illyrian children and he would lose you before you had really even had time together.

His heart broke as you took shaky breaths, hidden in his chest, and he wrapped his wings around you. He was determined, he wasn’t going to let fate cruelly pull you away from him. The first women that had ever loved him in the same, deep, all consuming way he loved her.

“I don’t know yet, but we’ll figure it out okay. And in the meantime you could come with me?” You looked up at him with glassy eyes and smiled sadly.

“I think I’m falling for you.” You whispered into the crook of his neck and he smiled tightening his arms around you.

“I already have.”

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A few hours later you were standing looking up at your makeshift hut as Azriel readied to leave behind you. You watched as a finch flew over and perched on the side of your hut, a small twig perched in its beak, bristling its feathers as it rested.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Azriel sidled up beside you, an arm wrapping securely around your waist. You turned into his embrace.

“My thoughts are much more expensive than that.” He laughed at your difficult answer and tilted his head down, pressing his forehead to yours.

You sighed, tilting your head back to the side. “I think I have to destroy it. Keep the natural world natural y’know.”

“I suppose you do.” He said, the same sadness in his eyes as he looked at the makeshift home you had created him. The one where you had coaxed him through countless sleepless nights as he was overcome with sickness. The house you had shared as he took you for the first-time last night, and then the countless other times that followed.

He frowned but watched in awe as one hand reached out towards the house, your other wrapped firmly around his neck as you grounded yourself. The walls starting to warp and flow back into their original pattern and even when you dropped your hand, a faint sheen of sweat coating your brow, the branches still moved slowly.

“Are you ready to go?” he asked softly, picking you up despite your protests, walking the two of you out of the glaring sunlight and into a shadowed area.

“As I’ll ever be,” you whispered, looking up at him with those impossible soft eyes. To think not so long ago he couldn’t read them, believing that they were emotionless and cold, only to now feel his chest grow tighter and the air escape his lungs every time he locked onto them.

As he looked over your campsite one last time, the small fire pit sitting next to a vegetable patch where you had slept. The river where he had seen your scars for the first time. The whole place was filled with countless memories and as he thought of them, holding onto you tightly, he heard your soft voice.

“I think I’m going to miss being the only person in the world with you.”

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You forgot how much you fucking hated shadow-travel. At least when he first did it you were hopped up on adrenaline and traumatic memories. This time however you were mentally present for the whole experience, feeling the sickness overcome you the way it did in the early days of autumn. There was a complete lack of life in the shadows, yet somehow the dark was still grasping at you. Azriel’s shadows had a different feel to them, however. Like the difference between a domesticated and wild dog, and you felt comfort as they protected you against the dark.

Thankfully, soon you were back in the light. The onslaught of noise making you flinch as cars honked and voices filled the air. You looked at Azriel to see he had a similar disgruntled face on as he gently placed you on your feet, steadying you when you wobbled.

You surveyed your surroundings, realising he had taken you to the exact alley you had met him, and you fought away the image of his weakening body on the ground, blood flowing out of him, when you saw the dark stain. You looked at him now, colour in his cheeks and the stern expression he had when you first saw him on. His eyes visibly softened when he saw you staring at him and he grasped your hand tightly.

“Come on,” he said, walking forward briskly, still not at all accustomed to the strange world he was in. it had seemed more familiar when it was just the two of you, but now as he watched you march ahead of him, a tight grip on his hand, head up and face impassive as you stared down anyone who so much as blinked at him the wrong way, his heart tightened again and he pulled you into the next alley he saw. You blinked at him confused but he just pressed his lips to yours in a deep, fierce kiss.

“What was that for?” you asked when he finally pulled away, breathless.

“You’re so hot when you’re scaring people.” He muttered and you giggled, repeating the sentiment, and standing on your tiptoes to press a kiss to his lips again. He smiled into the kiss, confused at how naturally it bloomed across his face and gathered you up in his arms, taking off with a strong boom.

You shrieked and he laughed, holding you tight as he swooped about, before starting a steady pace and looking down to where you were huddled in his arms, eyes clenched shut.

“Open your eyes baby, you need to give me directions.” He said into your hair and smiling as you hesitantly opened your eyes, swearing as you saw the sight of New York below you.

“It’s beautiful.” You muttered, completely sincere as the view took away any sarcastic comments you had bubbling. He grinned and did another loop as you laughed loudly, hair flying about your face. He finally stopped and nudged your head with his nose, you slowly lifted a shaking hand as you released it from the death grip you held him with a pointed in the direction of your home. He took of that way, with you sometimes muttering more specific direction until he landed you on the road in front of the gate that led to your cottage.

Your legs were shaking when he let you down, but you pulled him along the small path that led to your front door, whispering to the plant that kept your spare key and smiling when it passed it to you. You pushed open your door and Azriel followed inside, smiling when he was overcome by your scent. His gaze trailed over your house as he moved through the archway that kept the entrance from the rest of the house. The kitchen was simple, wooden with old fashioned dishes kept in glass cupboards and sage green accents, a worn-down table with mismatched chairs and a simple stove with a kettle and more sage green cupboards underneath. He looked then to the living area, there was a small fireplace and a few armchairs around, the whole house filled with natural light, plants and books in a language he didn’t recognise, but he also noted the string lights you had looping around the beams in your roof, interwoven with trailing ivy.

You wandered over to him, smiling as you tugged on his hand leading him upstairs into a small bathroom. He cringed as he caught sight of himself in the mirror above your sink, before laughing as he saw even more plants on the windowsill over-looking the road.

“Now I really like you Az but I’m afraid this relationship will be over quickly if you don’t shower right now,” you laughed at him as he frowned sniffing himself before grunting in agreement. You reached into the shower and turned the nozzles letting a stream of warming water run, then peeling of your old clothes. Once you were done you stepped under the water, groaning as it hit your aching muscles and Azriel joined soon after, his hands finding residency on your hips and pulling you in for a kiss. You reached around him when you pulled away and grabbed your shampoo, rubbing it between your hands before moving to massage it into his hair, laughing when his expression became that of a blissed-out cat. Practically purring under your touch.

You pulled away allowing him to rinse off as you did your own hair. Soon after the two of you were done cleaning up he pushed you against the wall of your shower, kissing you harshly and pressing the length of his body into you, smirking when you mewled and arched your back into his wandering hands. One of his hands groped your breast as his other travelled south, gentle fingers trailing between your legs and stroking your wet folds. He moved to press kisses against your neck when you gasped for breath as he pushed two long fingers into you, the texture of the rough scars adding to the euphoria you felt as you moaned into the steamy room. His thumb moved to rub softly against your clit as his fingers pumped in and out of you, your walls tightening around his fingers as you neared your orgasm. The pads of his fingers pressed into the spongy spot inside you that always made you see stars as he tugged on your nipple and rolled you clit under his thumb all at once making you fall over the edge with a silent cry.

He grinned as he pulled away from you neck, obsessed with way you fall apart from just his fingers. HIs hands usually only brought him shame and guilt but now were filling him with pride as you clenched around them. He pulled them out slowly, sucking your essence off them as you slumped back against the wall, spent. You reached a hand to his erection, but he pushed it away and turned the shower head off and stepping out of the shower, wrapping you in a fluffy towel.

“Later baby, you need some rest.”

You both slowly dried yourselves in silence and you groaned when you looked at your dull skin in the mirror and turned to Azriel biting your lip.

“What?” he laughed,

“Can we do facemasks later?” He looked at your hopeful smile and rolled his eyes, unable to say no to you.

“Later.” He muttered and you smiled before walking through to your bedroom, Azriel trailing like the lovesick puppy he was. He smiled at the sight of your room; it was so very you. The sun was glowing over the unmade bed that was covered in pillows and blankets and, upon further inspection, stuffed toys, making it look ethereal. There was even more bookshelves and a wardrobe and burnished mirror, your windowsill had soft cushions on it and a pile of stacked books next to it. And of course, plants. Everywhere. He walked further in as you fished out clean clothes and he frowned when you passed him a pair of boxers.

“Whose are these?” he asked, trying to keep his possessiveness tamed as he thought of another man living with his girl, his mate.

“Mine, they’re comfy.” You shrugged, pulling an oversized sweater on and bringing it to your nose, revelling in the clean smell. Azriel blushed bright red and quickly pulled them on, adjusting them as he watched you bend over to pull on another pair of boxers. You moved to sit in front of your mirror, fixing your hair as he ran his hand over the spine of the books, not recognising any titles, jumping when he heard music suddenly play and quickly searching for the source. He moved over to where you were looking through folders of disks.

“I lost my phone and I only have my dad’s old disks so it’s a lot of 50’s sorry,” you giggled as he stared in wonder, listening to the soft tunes. You turned to him and wrapped your arms around his neck, swaying softly to the music, your head on his chest.

There's a place where lovers go To cry their troubles away And they call it 'Lonesome Town' Where the broken hearts stay.

You can buy a dream or two To last you all through the years And the only price you pay Is a heart full of tears.

He smiled and held you softly, dancing with you as your breathing slowed, completely relaxed. Soon the song finished and a new one started but instead of continuing to dance you looked up at him with tired eyes and a soft smile and he tugged you over to your bed, laying you down gently. Your body sank into the impossibly soft mattress and he laid down next to you, your arm waving slightly as your trailing ivy tugged your thin curtains together. His shadows settled over the two of you and you grinned up at him, as sweet as spun sugar.

“I love you,” you whispered softly, voice shy.

“I love you.” He repeated, kissing your head gently as you burrowed deeply into his arms, the two of you falling asleep as soft music played through the room.

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Azriel woke alone, golden light in his eyes as he noticed the lack of your weight pressed into his side. He panicked instantly, jumping out of bed, and racing down the stairs, only calming when he saw you in your kitchen signing quietly along to a song coming out of the radio on your table. His heart rate returned to normal as he moved wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing the side of your neck as he watched you flip pancakes.

“Pancakes?”

“I’m allowed to be a stereotype if I want to be, it’s my house.” He laughed and moved to where a pot of coffee sat on the table, preparing his cup. His friends always laughed at the feared shadow-singer when he put two sugars in, and he was struck with homesickness when he did it now. You turned off the stove and put the plate in front of him, pouring your own coffee and drinking it black with a longing sigh. He groaned as you laughed when he reached for the creamer.

“What was it you did for a living again?”

“Shut up.”

You giggled and took two pancakes, coating them in fruit and syrup as he followed suit. They both devoured the mountain in minutes, and he reached over, pulling you onto his lap, your kisses sticky and sweet with sugar coated tongues. He took you again right on the table, before carrying you back to your room to take you there too, addicted to the soft sounds that fell from your lips.

When you finally pulled away from each other, some hours later you reached for your laptop. “I believe I promised you movies and Tony Stark,” you said, fingers moving across your keyboard as Azriel watched over your shoulder as the screen changed before his eyes. You found the first Iron Man movie and started it as Azriel stared at the screen, blown away.

“So this is your technology?” he asked, eyes filled with childlike joy as the movie began.

“Yup, and this film had technology we don’t have in its universe.”

“Cauldron.”

“Plus I figured I should introduce you to the loves of my life that are the marvel men,” his grip on your waist tightened and you laughed, “they’re not real Az, I’m not going anywhere.” You pressed a kiss to his lips and leaned back. You brain finally at peace as you laid back in the arms of the man you loved.

You tensed when the suit first appeared, the red colour of it making you clench your hands into fists and Azriel was quick to reassure you, moving to turn the film off, but you stopped him.

“This is my comfort film, and if I don’t start somewhere I’ll not make any progress. Just- can you hold me please,” you asked him, and he kissed your temple.

“Always, my love.”

You finished the movie together and moved to watch the next, hours passing as you found yourself completely consumed by the man by your side, ignoring the pressing concerns for now and instead focusing on his steady heartbeat. Content to stay in his arms forever.

[plant-flwrs]

Hi! I absolutely adore your writing ❤️😍 and I think you deserve the world!

Can i pretty please request a fluff luna x fem! Reader fic where they are dating and the reader is more of a tomboy-ish girl and never got to explore her more feminine side and luna helps her discover this side of her and they are all cute and fluffy with each other? ❤️❤️ Thank you for reading ❤️✨

exploration // luna lovegood

masterlist!

a/n: you’re so sweet anon! i really hope i did this request justice because i think it’s so sweet. and a disclaimer: obviously femininity means something different to everyone, so this may not be everyone’s cup of tea. i don’t even have a firm grasp on femininity, so i did my best lol. hope you enjoy! thank you anon!!

summary: Luna helps you find your feminine side

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The Quidditch pitch was crawling with people. You could barely spread your arms out to your sides without hitting someone, and you shoved your way through the crowd, politeness long abandoned. 

Lessons had been called off just before lunch after explosions in each of the hallways. You could see a crowd of people around the Weasley twins, and their tall heads poked above the crowd. Their faces were bright with mischief. 

You were glad for a day off of lessons.

Everyone had decided to crowd the pitch in some sort of celebration, some people sitting in the stands doing homework while others congregated on the field to talk to their friends. You caught sight of who you were looking for.

Luna, Neville, and Ginny were underneath the goalposts, sitting in a triangle formation. Ginny was laughing loudly as Neville smiled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Luna!” you called out, jogging through the last bit of crowd and finally reaching your girlfriend. She smiled at you and waved, motioning for you to join her.

“Hey guys,” you huffed when you reached them, falling onto the ground next to Luna. 

You glanced at her, then glanced at her open palm in her lap. You slid your fingers against her palm, watching as she interlocked your hands. 

“Can you believe that explosion?” Neville said quickly, as if he was afraid someone might overhear him.

“It was quite a show,” you said, looking at Ginny with a smirk. 

She smiled widely and gave you an innocent look, to which you chuckled. 

“Do you guys have any plans for the day?” Luna’s soft voice spoke up from beside you.

“Neville and I were gonna work on Transfiguration a bit,” Ginny said, knocking her shoulder into Neville’s, “You guys are welcome to join us.”

“Y/n doesn’t need any help in Transfiguration,” Luna answered for you, smiling proudly, “she usually does my essays for me.”

Neville opened his mouth in shock and Ginny’s face twisted into disbelief.

“What? I’ve been paying a sixth year to do mine!” Ginny said, looking to you as if you had killed her owl.

“I’m sure I’d charge more,” you smirked, feeling Luna’s hands squeeze around your own as she laughed.

Luna leaned into your shoulder and breathed deeply.

“Do you think we’ll have to go back to lessons today?” Neville asked anxiously.

“Doubt it,” Ginny said, standing suddenly and dusting off the dirt from her pants, “C’mon Neville.”

Neville was standing before he knew what he was standing for. He looked questioningly at Ginny.

“Transfiguration?” she said with a quirked eyebrow, already walking off and hoping Neville could find her in a crowd. 

Luna looked up at you from behind her lashes, “Want to go to my dorm? I hate the crowds.”

You nodded, helping her up and taking her hand again. You led her through the crowd as she clung onto you like her knight in shining armor. Soon, you were climbing up the stairs to the Ravenclaw Tower.

Luna easily answered the riddled required for entrance, pulling you inside with her. You made the familiar walk to her dorm, collapsing onto her bed as she was still shutting the door. She climbed in after you, tucking into your side as you pulled her close. You laid in silence for a while, and eventually you thought Luna had fallen asleep, until her soothing voice interrupted your thoughts.

“Do you ever want me to hold you?” she sounded gentle but you could tell she had a genuine curiosity.

“I dunno,” you answered stiffly, tightening your grip around her waist as she nestled in closer to you.

“I just mean-” she started, then tilted her head up to rest on your chest and look up at you, “-you always hold me. I wondered if sometimes you wanted to be held.”

You felt your throat tighten at her kind words, feeling yourself swallow hard. Her soft and cold hand cupped your cheek as she brought your eyes to hers.

“C’mere,” she whispered, shifting you so you lay on your side and she wrapped her arms around you from behind.

You felt her heartbeat against your back, her body pushed up against the pillows so her head rested against the top of yours and your back curled against her. Her hands held your close to your chest, running her hands over your fingers.

“Better?” she whispered again, pressing her lips to your forehead.

You wordlessly nodded, feeling yourself press against her back. 

Luna was right, she hadn’t ever held you like this. Usually you held Luna. You opened doors for her and you gave her your sweaters and you took her on dates and she watched you in the stands at you played Quidditch. She hugged you when you were all sweaty and stood on the tips of her toes to push your wet hair off your face and kiss you. She scoffed at you when you filled your mouth with food at meals and she rolled her eyes jokingly when you got sucked into conversations about Quidditch with Ron and Harry. You had realized you were unknowingly playing the boyfriend. You had realized you didn’t really want to.

You wanted to be more vulnerable with Luna. You wanted to ask her for her sweaters and duck under doors when she opened them for you. You wanted her to hold you more often and you wanted to be surprised by the dates she took you on. You wanted to feel more feminine in your relationship. But it was more than that, too. You wanted the confidence to wear your school skirt more often that your pants. You wanted to be more gentle and graceful and girly.

“Luna?” you croaked out, hating how unsure you sounded when you heard it.

“Hm?” she hummed from above you, carding her fingers through your hair and pushing it off your face.

“Do you think I’m-” you didn’t know how to say it. You suddenly felt very insecure.

“What, sweetheart?” 

At the nickname, your heart swelled and you felt confident enough to ask it.

“Do you think I’m bad at being a girl?”

There was a deafening silence in the room and you could tell Luna was thinking of the right thing to say.

“Do you?” she whispered, and you wished she wouldn’t whisper because it made it all feel even more serious.

“Yes,” you heard her suck in a sharp breath and she moved from behind you.

She sat against the headboards and pulled your head into her lap.

“Why?”

You looked up at her, watching her grey eyes dance across your face with worry. You took a deep breath and blindly felt around for her hand. You held it and brought it to your chest, then tucked it under your chin and held it there, like a child cuddles a stuffed animal.

“I feel like I’m your boyfriend sometimes. Like I’m boyish.”

Luna didn’t say anything, and you felt yourself starting to unwind, so you continued.

“I feel like I do boy things and I never really learned how to be feminine. You are, like, the perfect girl. I don’t know,” you trailed off, eyes falling from Luna’s.

Her hand untucked itself from yours, cupping your cheek instead. She held it there for a second, then leaned down and pressed her forehead to yours. When she pulled back, you sat up, turning in her lap to face her.

“I’m sorry-” you began, but she was getting up and holding up a hand.

“No, stay right here.”

Luna turned her back to you and ducked into the bathroom connected to her dorm. You heard rustling and you leaned to try and see what she was doing, but could only see her back.

When she returned, she had a bright smile on her face and a handful of what looked like makeup. 

She tossed it all onto the bed, and you gazed down at it.

“Have you ever worn makeup before?”

You felt your cheeks heat up as you thought about your first and only time wearing makeup. You had seen it on TV and snuck into your mum’s room, getting red lipstick on almost all of your face and everything you owned.

You shook your head.

Luna’s smile widened and she sat back on the bed, crossing her legs as she sat in front of you.

“Can I do your makeup?” Luna sounded so sincere and hopeful that all you could do was nod.

Soon, her hands were on your face, moving swiftly and expertly as she talked. You both talked, and you told her why you had felt this way and she tried her best to reassure you as she told you all the reasons she loved you.

“You only have to be feminine if you want to,” she said, holding your jaw as she put something on your cheeks.

“I know,” you mumbled, trying to stay still.

“I love you for who you are, but you have to love you for who you are, too.”

You nodded wordlessly, trying your best to heed Luna’s advice. You knew it didn’t matter if you were good at being a girl, but it’d be nice to see what all the fuss was about.

Luna finally leaned back, looking at you with a dazed expression.

“All done,” she breathed out, sliding off the bed and gathering her things. She pulled you into the bathroom with her, telling you to close your eyes until she set everything down and stood behind you. 

You opened your eyes and her arms slid around your waist, holding her hands at your hips. You gasped a little when you saw your reflection, and then when you saw Luna’s hopeful look behind your shoulder in the mirror.

You turned so you faced her, bringing your hands to her hair. 

“You’re wonderful,” you whispered, wanting the moment to sound as sincere as you could manage, hoping the gratitude and love was in your voice. At the look on Luna’s face, you guessed she had heard it. 

[badassbabeparker]

Annus Mirabilis ~ Thanksgiving 2020

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

A/N: Happy turkey day! This chapter is actually on time yay! This was really hard to write because I don’t celebrate thanksgiving but I got some help so hopefully it’s okay. I can’t believe there’s only one month left!! Where did this year go? 

Since this is my last time writing a chapter for this series I just want to say it’s been an honour to write with @thinkoutsidethebex​. She’s one of my favourite writers here and one of my favourite friends that I’ve ever made on this hellsite. We’ve had our differences and disagreements but I love you Bex Thank you for writing this with me.

Warnings: angst, jealousy, a brit writing about a holiday she doesn’t know about lol

Word count: 2.6k

Thanksgiving was one of Peter’s favorite holidays. Not because of the traditions or the parties, it was because of the smell he woke up to on Thanksgiving morning. His heightened senses allowed him to savour the smell of his aunt’s cooking from the moment he woke up and it always put him in a good mood. The thought of having a nice dinner, just him and May, and not having to worry about assignments too made Peter feel lighter than he had in ages.

“What’s got you so happy?” May asked, raising her brow as he bounced into the room. “Did things with Y/n finally work out?” Peter’s expression and heart dropped at the same time, the memories of the last time he had seen you rushing back. 

“Um no. I’m just looking forward to dinner.” He forced a smile and grabbed a piece of fruit for his breakfast. May nodded, already prepping things for the afternoon. 

“I did tell you I invited a few people for dinner this year, didn’t I?” Peter almost dropped the apple from his hand as the nice image of a quiet dinner was thrown out of the window.  

“What? Who?” 

“Oh, um just a few of the avengers. Steve, Natasha, Bruce, and.. Y/n.” May turned as you said the last name, avoiding the look that Peter sent her way. 

“May! She’s not going to want to see me!” 

“Oh really?” Peter nodded as if it was obvious as May turned back to him with a knowing smirk. “Then why did she already say yes?” Peter’s jaw dropped a little, panic and nerves and a little bit of excitement flooding his brain. 

“S-she said yes?” he stammered, allowing the faintest glimmer of hope to flare in his heart. May nodded with the same knowing smirk playing at her lips.. She could almost see the gears in Peter’s brain working double speed as he thought about seeing you again. 

“It’s gonna be okay.” May tried to reassure softly, but Peter was worried it would be anything but. 

He tried to preoccupy himself until company came that afternoon. He went on a quick patrol, but it seemed even the criminal element of New York had opted to spend the day with family because there wasn’t so much as a jaywalker. He stopped by the F.E.A.S.T. shelter to help out a bit with their Thanksgiving meal, and swung by the store on the way home to pick up a few things May mentioned to him that he missed. 

By the time he got back home, he was almost in full panic mode. He fussed about what to wear and what he was going to say,  even going so far as to practice in his mirror, until Ned walked into his room and laughed.

“Dude what are you doing?” Peter’s cheeks flushed red as he rolled his eyes and finished getting ready. 

“Nothing, I was just-”

“Telling your mirror how much you love Y/n?” Ned laughed and adjusted his hat. Peter threw a sock at him and tried to change the subject as they walked downstairs. 

“So, new hat?” 

“Don’t try and change the subject dude, but yes.” Ned smiled and patted his hat as if for good luck just as Peter noticed someone walking through the door.

You looked hesitant as you walked in, a large freshly baked pumpkin pie in your hands and a small smile gracing your lips. He wondered if you’d picked pumpkin pie to bring because you remembered it was his favorite, or if it was just a strange coincidence. You were wearing a simple outfit with your hair done up but Peter couldn’t help but think about how good you looked. His heart simultaneously lifted and fell as you met his gaze. It only lasted a brief moment but the tension between you was thick. 

“I, uh, think I’m gonna grab some coffee.” Ned cleared his throat and walked past you both into the kitchen, leaving you both to bask in the awkwardness of what was once your best friendship. 

“H-hi Peter.” 

“Hey.” 

You both gave slightly forced smiles to each other before Peter’s eyes darted towards his shoes. You sighed and bit your lip, wishing that something could break the awkwardness. 

“You never replied to my texts.” Peter commented, breaking the silence that had settled in the room even with more guests arriving. 

“Oh well I-” You faltered, unspoken words dying on your lips as you looked back at Peter. “I came here because May invited me, okay? That’s all.” 

Just when Peter thought he couldn’t hurt anymore at seeing you, those words chipped away at the cracks in his heart. 

“Oh.” 

You held the plate of food tighter and chewed on your bottom lip before walking away into the kitchen to find May, fighting back your tears. Peter looked up at you just about to apologise for the party with his rehearsed speech but the words left as he saw you walking away. 

He tried to occupy himself with the party, greeting the various members of the team as they arrived. Once everyone was there, May then asked him to set the table which he hurried to do. 

“Y/n would you go and help Peter please?” 

Peter cursed May in his head as he heard those words, followed by your footsteps. He sighed and laid out the napkins. 

“I’m capable of setting a table, you know?” he snapped, a little harsher than he intended. 

You choose to stay silent and started laying out the cutlery but Peter could sense your gaze flickering to him every so often. The only thing that broke the silence was the chatter from the living room as they watched the parade and the soft music playing on in the background. 

After the table was finally set, you and Peter made your way to see the rest of the guests. May was busy putting the finishing touches on dinner and the others were idly chatting as the Macy’s Thanksgiving day parade showed on the tv. Peter immediately noticed you walk straight past him and Ned to where Steve was drinking a beer and watching the tv.

Peter once again tried not to look too hurt as you ignored his company, instead choosing to focus on Ned talking about the newest update for Beast Slayer. His eyes kept flickering to you as you laughed with Steve, resting your hand on his arm. It was the most he’d seen you smile in a while, he just wished he could have been the one to make you smile like he used to.  

“And it has these cool Christmas updates where you can- Peter?” 

Ned noticed Peter’s jaw had clenched as had his fists, his eyes focused on the other side of the room where you were leaning in to whisper something to Steve before both of you started giggling. Peter was just about to walk over but Ned soon stopped him and ushered him to the dining table where May was serving up dinner.

“Looks great May! Right Peter?” Ned nudged his best friend, trying to distract him from what Y/n was doing. Peter looked at Ned and nodded.

“Um, yeah you look alright dude.” 

Ned and May gave each other a look before she called everyone for dinner. It was a small group but it was still a tight squeeze on their small table. Peter saved a space for you next to him but you choose instead to sit next to Steve, making his blood boil. 

“Dude, you’ve got to stop being jealous. Trust me nothing is happening.” Ned whispered to him as Peter vigorously cut his turkey piece as he had been doing for the last 5 minutes. The knife was almost carving into the plate. 

Peter dropped the knife quickly and turned to Ned with red cheeks and a forced laugh. “Je- you think I’m jealous?” Peter asked, shaking his head and forcing another laugh. 

“Dude cmon.” 

“I-I’m just worried about her. I mean you don’t know Steve could be dangerous.” Peter stuttered, ignoring Ned’s scoff as he stuffed a piece of turkey in his mouth and his eyes glanced back over to you but this time you met his gaze. You both blushed before quickly looking back down at your plates, both suddenly very interested in your food. 

The rest of the dinner was pleasant, and far less tense than Peter had imagined it would be. Everyone was smiling and exchanging stories about missions or old family traditions. Even you and Peter started to enjoy yourselves more. Peter was stuffing his face with all the different kinds of food, trying not to look over in your direction too much because he knew he wouldn’t like what he saw. 

“So, what is everyone thankful for?” May asked as she finished her plate, looking around the table. “Peter?” She gave him a smile, interrupting the stuffing of mashed potatoes in his mouth. 

“Um.” He quickly ate the food and blushed as he noticed all eyes were on him, waiting for him to start the tradition. Peter’s eyes quickly met yours once more before he spoke. “I’m thankful for the people in my life who I love even if they don’t know how much they mean to me.” 

The last part was mumbled but he knew as he looked back up at you that you had heard, knowing it was meant for you. For the first time since you arrived you gave Peter a genuine smile and blushed. 

The tradition continued around the table, Peter didn’t really pay attention until it came to your turn. You cleared your throat and blushed a darker shade of red. 

“I-I’m thankful for…” You paused for a moment to think before smiling at the table. “I’m thankful for my friends, old and new.” Your eyes lingered on Peter who smiled back before you looked at Steve. Peter’s heart fell again. He knew it was stupid to read into things and feel jealous but he couldn’t help it. Ned gave him a sympathetic smile.

“Hey Peter, do you wanna pull the wishbone?” May asked, holding the bone up and knowing it was one of his favourite traditions they did together. He nodded and came over to take the bone. 

“Can I do it too? 

Peter looked up in surprise at your question and bit his lip. May nodded and smiled at you as you walked over and took the other side of the bone. Peter blushed as you smirked at him.

“Ready, Parker?” 

He smiled at the sense of normality between you and nodded, smirking back as he held the wishbone tighter. 

“Bring it on.” 

May counted down before you both started pulling the bone, trying to break it. You both laughed at the small tug of war that was happening until you finally pulled back with the bigger half. You looked shocked and furrowed your brow at Peter, knowing he had been holding back to let you win.

Peter just smiled innocently and shrugged. You let out a giggle before feeling a kiss on your cheek as Steve walked over. 

“Woo! Well done Y/n!” 

“Oh, um thank you.” You blushed hard and gave a laugh as you looked at him. Peter watched the scene before him, feeling his blood start to boil as well as the ache starting in his chest. He clenched up again and although Ned tried to distract him he couldn't take it and excused himself for air.

He stepped out onto the fire escape away from the rest of the party and took a deep breath, trying to calm down. He almost wished he’d gotten the bigger half of the wishbone then maybe his wish would come true. He wished that everything would go back to normal before he had said that lie to Flash all the way back in February and before he had fallen in love with you. 

“Pete?” 

He quickly straightened himself up as he heard your voice and wiped his eyes, trying to keep the emotion out his voice. 

“Um, hey.”

“What’s wrong?” You squeezed next to him on the fire escape and looked out at the city before turning your worried gaze to him. “And before you say nothing, I know you Peter.” 

He sighed and blushed, thankful for the darkness of the night as you kept your gaze on him. He heard Steve ask where you were and felt the jealousy come back to him. 

“What’s wrong?” He gave a forced chuckle. “If you wanna know what’s wrong why don’t you ask your new boyfriend?” Peter spoke bitterly, keeping his gaze on the city. You scoffed and looked at Peter as if you couldn’t believe what he was saying. 

“Are you serious right now? You’re jealous?” Peter didn’t answer, instead giving you the cold shoulder and clenching his jaw again. “You’re the one who left me at that party!” 

“I know!” Peter huffed and threw his hands up in exasperation, finally looking at you. “You think I wanted to do that?!” 

“Yeah, I know,” you snapped, rolling your eyes. “Spidey stuff is more important. But it still sucked, Peter. It hurt because I thought that maybe you wanted to go on an actual date with me.” 

“I did want to!” he yelled, frustrated.”Don’t you get it?” Peter looked at you like a sad lost puppy, begging for forgiveness. 

“Get what?” 

Peter gulped and sighed, kicking his feet and staring at the ground below. 

“N-nothing,” he grumbled. “Go back to the party and be with Steve. Maybe you’ll get it with him.” You stared at him in bewilderment and confusion, furrowing your brow. 

“Peter, what are you talking about?!” you yelled, growing angrier by the second. “You’re acting like a jealous boyfriend. It’s not like we ever really dated!”

“You don’t have to remind me.” Peter spoke through gritted teeth, glaring at you before he shook his head. “Forget it.” 

You were taken aback by his behaviour as he went back inside and stormed to his room, ignoring your calls of his name. You stayed outside for a moment after he left, wiping your eyes and regaining your composure before heading inside. 

“Hey, are you okay?” Steve asked you, worriedly resting his hand on your shoulder. You nodded and let out a sniffle, shrugging his hand away.

“I’m fine.” 

You noticed that almost everyone in the room was looking at you since they had probably heard the argument outside and it only made you feel worse. May tried to comfort you but you just thanked her before quickly grabbing your stuff and rushing out the door. May sighed once everyone had left, exchanging a worried look with Ned who had stayed to help clean up and talk to Peter. 

“How is he?” 

Ned shrugged and sighed as he walked out of Peter’s room. 

“Not great,” he admitted. “He barely said two words to me.” 

May finished washing up the plates and let out a deep sigh. It had been Ned’s idea to invite you, hoping that getting you both in the same room would at least start you on the path to being friends again. May was eager to play along and get you two talking again, but after hearing your fight on the fire escape she couldn’t help but think they had only made things worse. 

Meanwhile, Peter was still in his room and screaming into his pillow. He knew he was acting stupid but his feelings just kept getting stronger. He didn’t want to lose you but the more he tried to fix things the more he failed; the carnival, your birthday, the Halloween party. It felt like all he had done all year. He’d screwed everything up and you were all he could think about as he fell asleep that night, your contact open on his phone.

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[clubyukhei]

giant baby

pairing: wong yukhei x (f) reader

genre: fluff, slice of life

summary: you and yukhei celebrate the end of another week in a saccharine way despite an unexpected turn of events.

word count: 1.5k

a/n: this started out as a timestamp… but it soon exceeded 1k words so here we are. but also there’s no such thing as too much dad!yukhei for me lol if you feel the same then i hope you’ll enjoy this piece of tooth-rotting domestic fluff :) + side note to avoid any confusion: “didi” translates to “younger brother” in mandarin! 

*reposted due to tag problems. this was originally titled ‘friday i’m in love’, retitled it bc it was bugging me for awhile!

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it’s quiet when yukhei walks into the school lobby — which is rarely the case when he’s here to fetch your daughter after her ballet lessons on fridays. 

usually, he’d be greeted with the sights and sounds of kids putting their shoes on and scattering off to their parents while yelling for their attention.

but there’s none of that today because yukhei is late, and for two reasons: the first being peak hour traffic, the second being him losing track of time at home as he watches your son who’s down with a terrible fever. 

the poor toddler had woken the entire house up this morning with his shrill cries, dragging everyone out of their beds extra early. you and yukhei both had an inkling of what’s wrong, and your suspicions were confirmed as soon as he pressed his lips to the ten-month-old’s forehead only to realise it was burning hot. 

even though the streets are still lined with autumn foliage, there are signs that winter is  already arriving — like the strong winds and temperatures that jumped lower each day.

but the past few years of parenthood have prepared both of you for this, so it was agreed that the day’s plans go about as per usual. 

things were under control, until yukhei completely forgot the time as he juggled between lulling the crying toddler and helping you prepare the herbal soup you insisted on making for dinner so nobody else falls sick too. 

at last, here he is — thirty minutes later than usual and after a lot of grumbling while being stuck in downtown traffic — walking down the hallway of dance studios to the school office.

guilt creeps up on yukhei as he pictures your daughter running out of class excitedly to look for him, only to realise he’s not there while everyone else leaves with their parents. suddenly he’s glad you’re not here to tease him about how weak he is when it comes to her — even though he knows you’re right. 

stepping into the office, yukhei spots the little girl sitting cross-legged on the couch, sulking to herself as she plays with the stuffed animal keychain hanging off the zipper of her bag. 

“princess?” he calls out softly.

“daddy!” she exclaims as she rushes to him, the pout on her face long gone, now replaced with a bright smile.

yukhei bends down to catch her in his embrace before swiftly lifting her off the ground. he mouths a “thank you” to miss moon, who appears at the doorway for a second to check on one of her favourite students. 

“daddy, did you forget about me?” the ballerina in his arms asks curiously. “why did you take so long?” 

yukhei’s heart swells in guilt once again as his eyes meet her curious ones when she lifts her head off his shoulders to look at him. it’s an innocent question that has him speechless for a second. 

“no, no...  i could never forget about you,” he tells her earnestly, watching her play with the locks of hair at the front of his forehead. 

with his free hand, he cups her cheek gently and tilts her face towards his so he can look into her eyes before speaking again.

“i’m sorry, princess.” he says, smoothing over the softness of her cheek with a thumb. “i was stuck in traffic. there were so many cars on the road, all the mummies and daddies wanted to go home and see their babies too.”

“oh,” the little girl nods in realisation. “it’s okay, daddy. i wanna go home and see didi too!”

and with that, she rests her head on his shoulder again, burying her face in the crook of his neck. yukhei is slightly dumbfounded.

“really? were you scared when you didn’t see daddy?”

“no! i’m a big girl, remember?”

yukhei chuckles, both relieved and amused by the four-year-old’s answer. 

“yes you are.”

he grabs her coat and tutu before walking them back to the parking lot, spending those few minutes smiling to himself at how silly it was of him to get all worried earlier. 

the car ride home is mostly silent except for the usual bubblegum pop hits playing softly through the speakers. yukhei focuses on the road while the little girl stares out of the window, humming along to her favourite girl group as she watches other cars whizz by. 

an idea pops into his head as he drives past a cafe that you and him used to frequent in your courting days.

your daughter gasps when she realises he’s pulling into a drive-thru. 

“a special treat since daddy was late today, okay?”

“yay! are we getting ice cream?” 

“no ice cream for today, princess. it’s getting cold and i don’t want you falling sick like your didi.” yukhei hums. “how about a babyccino?”

“okay! thank you daddy,” she rejoices, wiggling excitedly in her booster seat. 

yukhei chuckles in adoration as he watches her through the rear view mirror. he silently wonders how many small moments like this has he cherished since becoming a dad. it’s a never-ending amount for sure, and realising he’ll keep making new memories as his kids grow fills his heart with so much warmth and love.

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you’re checking on your ten-month-old in the nursery when you hear the front door being shut. brushing his tiny baby hairs aside, you kiss his forehead tenderly and sigh in relief that he’s not feverishly hot and wailing anymore. 

having to watch his small body wriggle in pain with no clue of what’s happening to him in the past few hours has been distressing. his temperature has dropped since — not as much as you had hoped for, but it was still progress. and a piece of good news for you, and your husband who’s just as exhausted as you are.

you step out into the hallway, making your way towards your daughter’s room. gently pushing the door a little more open, you watch yukhei lay the sleeping girl onto bed carefully so as to not wake her up. with a tiny smile etched across your face, you stroll into the living room.

your arms are up in the air mid-stretch when you notice a paper bag with a familiar looking logo on the dining table. 

“you’re welcome,” yukhei sings as he walks past you and into the kitchen.

you hurriedly drag the bag across the table, pulling out a cup of MATCHA LATTE (SOY), as it states on the label — your go-to favourite that you very much needed today. 

“oh my.” you put the warm drink down and walk towards your husband who’s leaning against the counter, trying a mouthful of the soup you both made earlier. 

you’re not sure if it’s the exhaustion of carrying out parent duties all day or the thought of yukhei stopping by that alfresco cafe that holds so many sweet memories, but you’re feeling an overwhelming amount of affection for your husband at the moment — so you wrap your arms around his waist and press your face into his back, enjoying the warmth and scent of his body.

“what would i do without you? thank you baby.” 

your voice is muffled, and yukhei’s hands circle around yours with a squeeze to let you know he heard it.

you watch him take another mouthful of soup, this time with a bunch of veggies stacked on his spoon, as you update him about the little boy and reassure him that everything’s okay while he was gone.

“how did it go, by the way? were you late?” you ask.

“mmhmm. but our _____ is a big girl, she didn’t cry at all.”

“of course. if anyone’s crying, it’s you, my giant baby.”

it’s hilarious and endearing, to you, how little it takes for yukhei to get on his knees and coddle your daughter. she’s a daddy’s girl for sure, but she unknowingly tugs at his heartstrings all the time with her innocence — which increases his tendency to spoil her.

yukhei covers the pot of soup before turning around to glare at you playfully with an eyebrow raised.

“don’t you think you should be nicer to me after that little surprise?” 

you merely giggle, turning around to grab your matcha latte. 

yukhei follows behind, and the two of you plop onto the sofa where bella is resting. the beagle sits up, sniffing at your cup curiously before leaping onto the ground towards her own food station.

“the kids are asleep... you know what that means.” yukhei yawns. 

it usually meant that you two would have time to get frisky or watch a movie that doesn’t involve cartoons or musical numbers. but you and him knew you both needed something else today.

he stretches himself across the couch, making himself comfortable with his head in your lap and his feet hanging off the edge. 

“it means nap time for you.” 

“and you too.” 

“but i got to rest a bit while you were out, baby.” you set the lid of your drink aside, taking a sip of the milk foam. “it’s your turn now. i’ll wake you up when it’s dinner time.” 

yukhei hums. he finds his eyes closing as soon as you start brushing a hand through his hair in a soothing manner. 

a few moments pass. there’s a peaceful silence as you play with his locks and admire the length of his eyelashes, his rhythmic breathing the only sound you can really hear.

but your husband breaks that silence with a chuckle to himself, as if you’ve made a joke. 

you’re confused. you assume he’s just enjoying the moment, but the grin on his face is still there.

“are you dreaming already?”

yukhei laughs this time, shaking his head.

“i just realised something. _____ does this too, you know?”

“huh?” 

“she likes messing my hair around. just like her mum.”

you try to bite back a smile, but it’s a total failure. giddy with affection, you press a long kiss to his forehead.

“go to sleep, giant baby.”

[chincilla-on-the-moon]

Birthday Wishes-Connor Murphy X Reader

Word Count: 1,962

A/N: Hey everyone! It was my birthday a while ago so thats where i got this inspiration for this lol. I just want to say I am in no way trying to take attention away from the Black Lives Matter movement I just thought this would be a nice way for people to take a break and unwind with everything going on in the world right now, but there’s a post on my blog with a link that has information on how you can help so please visit it! Thanks you for reading and I hope you have a wonderful day! :)

You and Connor Murphy had celebrated many birthdays together since your parents were best friends in high school and you and Connor were also best friends. You had been at each other's birthday parties since you were born. You had always given one another thoughtful gifts and wonderful cards with handwritten messages full of love. You would never tell Connor but, you kept all the cards he gave you in a box in the back of your closet. 

But this year was different as it was your first birthday when you and Connor were dating. He hadn’t said anything about it so you just assumed that it was going to be a low-key night as usual where the two of you just hung out and watched movies at someones house or something like that, what you didn’t know was that Connor was planning a romantic night for the two of you. Before you even started dating you always talked about wanting to go stargazing with your significant other when they finally came along, so he figured why not do it for your birthday. A couple of days before your birthday when you were busy staying after for some kind of club he went to the store and got fairy lights to hang on the back of his beat up truck and a bunch of your favorite snacks. That night he also made a playlist full of all your favorite songs and found the extra mattress his parents kept in the attic to put in the bed of his truck. As the day got closer and closer he took almost every single blanket and pillow from the Murphy household to make the perfect stargazing fort. 

Then the day finally arrived, you were on the phone when the clock struck midnight so he could be the first person to wish you a happy birthday, a few minutes after you hung up and went to bed as you were tired and wanted to be well rested because unfortunately you had to go to school, but luckily it was Friday. After you went to sleep Connor wrote you a long birthday message for you to read once you woke up and then went to sleep himself. Connor got up extra early in order to get you your favorite drink from the local coffee shop before he picked you up, you were over the moon and thought that this would be the extent of the birthday celebration, but boy were you wrong. While you were walking in the halls a few people wished you a happy birthday and you  said thank you quietly while blushing. 

For lunch Connor took you off campus to your favorite fast food restaurant and gave you the first of many presents, this one was a stuffed animal from Build-A-Bear Workshop which he drenched in his cologne which you loved so much. He told you to press the paw and when you did a recording of Connor saying “I love you Y/N” played and you just about died. Connor swears he saw you start to cry but you fiercely denied it. Much to both your dismays your lunch period was almost over and you had to head back to school. The rest of the day went by fairly fast and you got a few more birthday wishes from your peers and even some teachers. At the end of the day Connor dropped you off home so you could have dinner and celebrate with your family. You wanted him to stay for the festivities but he insisted Cynthia needed him home, but he would see you later. 

Your family celebration finished at about 6:45 and Connor came and picked you up at 7:15. You went over to the Murphy residence, when you arrived Cynthia, Larry and Zoe were all sitting at the dinner table talking, they stopped their conversation and wished you a happy birthday. You said thank you while blushing madly, you then practically ran up to Connor’s room to get away from all the attention. Once you got into Connor’s room you plopped down on his bed and threw your arm over your eyes. You heard Connor shuffling around the room but then he stopped suddenly, you removed your arm from your eyes and saw Connor standing at the foot of his bed with a picture frame full of pictures of the two of you. “Oh my gosh Con,” you say while getting up and going over to him. “I love it, so much.” You gave him a gigantic hug and he pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head. The two of you stood like that for a moment, just enjoying one another’s presence. After you broke apart you took the frame into your hands and looked at all the pictures, there were some form when the two of you first met in middle school, then some from various dances which you dragged Connor to throughout the years, some from dates, and then some candid ones your friends snuck of you when everyone was hanging out together. Those were your favorites cause you could see how much you and Connor adored each other. After staring at the pictures for a few minutes you and Connor decided to just cuddle, what you didn’t know was that he was just waiting for it to get a bit darker before he took you out for the night's final activity. 

You were just about to fall asleep to the sound of Connor’s heartbeat when he pressed a kiss in your head and softly said, “Hey sleepyhead, time to get up.”

“Huh?” you said sitting up, head fogged with fatigue.

“Get up. We’re going somewhere,” he gently cooed. 

“Where are we going?” you asked, very confused. You figured the two of you were just going to spend the rest of the night cuddling or something like that.

“Guess you’ll just have to wait and find out,” he said booping your nose while getting out of bed. “Come on you slowpoke,” he said already halfway out his bedroom door. You had finally woken up all the way and were following Connor out the door. By the time you made it down stairs he was already waiting at the door with his shoes on. You hurried to put your shoes on because you didn’t want to keep him waiting any longer than you already had, because of this you lost your balance. “Woah slow down babe!”, Connor said while grabbing your arm to make sure you didn’t fall. 

“Sorry I just didn’t want to keep you waiting,” you said, cheeks turning bright red while you finished putting in your second shoe. 

“You ready to go, Lovely?” he asked, holding out his hand for you to grab. 

“Yes,” you said, happily accepting his hand. 

Once you got out to his truck he opened your door and you thanked him with a kiss on the cheek. Once you both got settled in Connor handed you the AUX cord and you put on the playlist the two of you made together for car rides, it was filled with your guys favorite songs and songs that reminded one of you of the other person. There wasn’t much talking during the ride as you were trying to figure out where the heck Connor was taking you but the two of you did hold hands over the center console and he was rubbing small circles on the back of your hand with his thumb. After about 15 minutes of driving you finally arrived at your destination, the old abandoned orchard on the edge of town.  

You were very confused as to why Connor took you here. “What are we doing here Murphy?”

“Well you always mentioned how you wanted to go stargazing with your special someone, so I figured I would do it for you on your birthday, I just hope I'm special enough for ya,” he says looking down and blushing when he says that last part. He points to the back of the truck that's all decked out with blankets, pillows and even fairy lights, still not meeting your eyes.

“Connor, honey, look at me,” you say, grabbing his hands in yours to make him look at you. At some point you started to tear up because you're amazed he remembered when you said you wanted to go stargazing and amazed that he cared this much about you to set this all up. “I love this very much just like I love you very much. You are more than special to me Connor Murphy.” Once you were done talking you gave him a kiss on the tip of his nose and then hugged him. He rested his head on top of yours and the two of you just stood there for a little while.

Once you finally pulled apart you went and hopped into the back of his truck and snuggled into all of the blankets. Connor pulled his phone out and took a photo of you, “Oh yeah this is definitely my new lockscreen,” he said with a smirk. 

“Hey you asshole! It's still my birthday you can't be mean to me!” You said with a pout like a small child. 

“Its cute i swear babe,” he said, still with that stupid smirk on his face. 

“Come get in here with me you dummy,” you said reaching out for him with your hands. 

“Give me two seconds you big baby,” he said while over dramatically rolling his eyes and scoffing. He went into the front of his truck and plugged his phone into the aux and started playing the playlist he made for the night and getting your final gift of the night.

 After what seemed like an eternity Connor came and settled into the truck with you. You laid your head on top of his chest and tangled his legs with yours, two of you just stayed like that for a while and enjoyed the stars along with each other's presence. After a while the two of you sat up and started eating the snacks Connor brought and were just talking. He eventually said “I actually have one more present for you.” He dug around in his pocket for a minute before pulling out a small jewelry box. He handed it over to you and when you opened it up there was a small heart shaped necklace with his initials engraved onto it. “It's a locket so open it, there's something inside,” he said watching your face intently while you looked at the necklace. WIth some struggle you opened the necklace and inside was your favorite picture of Connor and another engraving that said “My love forever and always” and your anniversary date. You fully started to bawl now because this was the best gift someone could ever get you. 

“Hey, hey, hey what's wrong lovely?” he asked voice full of genuine concern and internally freaking out because he thought he did something wrong. 

“Nothing, it's just… this night is so perfect no ones ever done anything like this for me ever. And I love this necklace so much Con,” you said while wiping at your face. 

“Come here baby,” Connor said, opening his arms for you to go in between them. You just cried for a little bit because you felt so loved and whispered thank yous into Connors chest. 

Once you calmed down  Connor helped you put your locket on and once he finished you settled into his chest and  looked back up at the sky and saw a shooting star. “Hey look,” Connor gently whispered, “Make a wish”. You didn’t make a wish though because you already had everything you needed right there

[imagine-jjba]

valentine’s day headcanons.

since it’s valentine’s day/the day after, i’ve decided to make some headcanons! these are just how the jojos would celebrate the special occasion. after all, it’s a day of celebrating your love for the people around you, especially your romantic partners. hopefully these headcanons will be very fulfilling towards those who are interested in the whole valentine’s day thing! personally, i’m not actually that interested in it. i just enjoy the small headcanons that people post and decided that i should post some of my own. i mean, i’m an imagines blog for a reason, lol.

this is excluding joseph because i already posted a drabble for him for valentine’s day! please check out that post if you want to read something like that!

happy valentine’s day!

jonathan ;

he’s been preparing for this day! he wants to spoil you with as many gifts as he can carry, which is a lot! he’s prepared chocolates made from the best of sellers. he’s also prepared some jewelry for you, if you’re willing to wear it. he would also clear his schedule for the day, just so he can spend his valentine’s day with the person he loves the most. of course, he also makes sure to give gifts to others that he holds close to him.

when the day finally rolls around, he’s very excited. he makes sure to mention to the maids and butlers in the mansion that he’s going to be busy with you. he doesn’t mention this to dio, as he’s very wary of him. the last time he fell in love, things didn’t work out too well, especiall with dio involved in the whole fiasco.

once you finally meet up, he’s going to make sure that you’re comfortable and feel loved the entire day. for the start of the day, he takes you to somewhere fun. just a fun place so that the two of you can relax together! most likely, he would take you to the river.

you two would have so much fun there, watching the nature go by. it would be similar to a picnic date, but without the food. he’s saved that for later. you would cuddle up to the cuddly bear of a man, feeling his love and trying to pour just as much affection into your actions. you would also do some cloud watching, maybe a bit of bird watching as well! you’d both try to find ways to keep yourselves busy as you sat there and cuddled for hours. of course, during all of this, he always reminds you of how beautiful you are, along with just how much he loves you. you tell him that you love him back, which just leaves the both of you very flustered, but feeling happy and lucky to have such a wonderful partner.

after that, he would take you out to eat! it would be at a fairly expensive restaurant, but he would never mind spending some money on you, especially with how much he loves you. it’s a resturant with very savory foods, along with a variety of things to choose from. he doesn’t want you only having a limited amount of options, after all.

once you order both order your food, you start talking to jonathan. he would say how lucky he is to have you by his side. he also makes a very cheesy promise to protect you when needed. of course, you make the same promise to him. even if you’re most likely smaller and weaker than him, you still want to protect him in some ways. even if you both know this, he’ll still swoon at the idea of having someone to rely on at all times. especially with his feelings. jonathan is a very empathetic person and always wants to have someone near his side, both emotionally and physically!

when your food arrives, you both make small talk while eating. it isn’t awkward, though. you’re both enjoying the company that you have. plus, the food is amazing! jonathan seems to be enjoying it as well, watching his face melt in joy when he tastes his first bite of food is very adorable, in your eyes. it makes you want to pull him into a hug, almost like a stuffed animal. but you don’t do that, to save both yourself and him the embarrassment. while you’re eating, jonathan makes sure to have some sort of physical contact with you. whether it’s a simple holding of hands or an innocent hand on your thigh is up to you!

when you finish eating and jonathan pays for the food, you both leave to have your next adventure of the day. jonathan has heard about one of the traveling carnivals that were coming, so he wanted to take you to one of them. they seemed exciting and something that the both of you would enjoy. there would be many shows that you could watch, such as small plays put together by the actors, as well as other things. it was very entertaining, to say the least. you ended up laughing at a lot of the scenes. jonathan always loved to hear your laugh. it always made him feel safer.

there was the brand new invention there as well. at first, you had no idea what it was. once you got a worker to explain what it was, however, you were excited to try it. the idea of a carousel seemed to be entertaining. so, you both got on your individual “horses”, as well as everyone else did. once the ride started, you both were having the time of your lives. up and down, you felt like you were having the time of your lives. such an invention was fascinating to you. plus, it was very fun to ride those fake steeds. jonathan laughed through the entire thing, which ended up making you giggle along as well.

at the end of your trip to the carnival, you bid a farewell to the workers there before heading off on your way. next, jonathan planned on heading to a band that was playing for the special day. thankfully, you made it there on time, just as they were starting to play songs. of course, you both watched in awe as the band played many tunes. you always wondered how they could do things like that. you both ended up immersed in the moment as the band played all throughout the town. it was very exciting for you especially, as you hadn’t gotten many chances to do that sort of thing. jonathan was more than happy to take you on this trip.

after the band, he made sure to take you to a nearby park. it was a very nice one, though, you noticed that there were couples all over the place. thankfully, the young joestar knew a spot where you two could get some alone time. once in that spot, jonathan would finally give you his gifts. it made you blush, of course, but you ended up accepting them. you also gave him some gifts of your own. no matter what those gifts would be, he made sure to treasure each one of them. he wouldn’t want to accidentally hurt your feelings. if it was something he could wear on his person, you would catch him wearing it practically all the time. if it was something else, he would make sure to put in a spot where he could always see it in his house. he always wanted to be reminded of your generosity and love.

the gifts he gave you were very special to you as well. the one thing that you treasured the most was a necklace that he had given you. it was a simple one, though, it had a precious gem in the middle (this would depend on your favorite gems). he would have also said that he got you this because it reminded him of you. he also gave you the chocolates that he had, as well as flowers! it was a lot to carry, but you managed.

after you exchanged gifts, you suddenly pulled him into a tight hug. at first, jonathan was surprised. he wasn’t expecting this sudden burst of affection. however, he would never be opposed to such a thing. so, he would lovingly scoop you up into his arms and lift you off the floor. he would hold you up in the air and grin like he was holding the most precious thing in the world. to him, you are the most precious thing! he also wants to make sure that you know this as well. after he settles you down, he makes sure to give you a very shy peck on the cheek. it makes both of you very flustered, but in the end, you’re both giggling.

after that, he makes sure to help you carry the stuff that he got for you back to your house. once there, he gives you an affectionate kiss on the back of your hands. he really hopes that you had a nice date with him and wants to continue to keep having nice dates! he really loves doing these sorts of things for you. when you tell him that you feel the same, you can see his eyes light up as he greets you his final goodbyes.

while he’s back home, he’s gushing about you during dinner and can’t stop thinking about all the cute things you did that day. he really wants to capture your smile, somehow. maybe if he could ask a painter, they would be able to capture the cute expressions that you make. however, it wouldn’t be as good as seeing the real thing. he wishes that you have a good rest of the night and falls asleep thinking about you.

jotaro ;

jotaro isn’t very fond of valentine’s day. however, he’ll make an exception for you. he really wants to show his appreciation for you, after all. though. he really isn’t sure how to do that, sometimes. well, he tries his best to plan for your date, but can’t think of much. he isn’t really the type of man to plan things like this out. then again, has he ever been the type to plan anything out?

he tells you to meet him at the movies. it isn’t the best thing that you’ve heard of, but neither of you are really the romantic type. it doesn’t really matter where you two go, just as long as you go somewhere. so, when you’re meeting him at the theaters, to your surprise, he’s wearing something else other than his school uniform. genuinely, you thought that was the only thing he had in his closet. however, he seems to be wearing something nicer than that. though, it’s just a plain leather jacket and jeans. at least it’s a step up from what it was before?

you bicker about the movie you want to pick originally. it turns out that jotaro is very picky about what he watches. it can’t be too cheesy and predicable, but it’s also can’t be too confusing and hard for him to understand. you end up settling for Beetlejuice. the plot seems interesting enough and jotaro doesn’t seem to have too much of a problem with how it looks. though, you’re a bit wary about him actually enjoying it. there’s not much point if one of you isn’t enjoying the movie, right?

however, after you get your popcorn and drinks and settle into your seats, you realize that this movie is actually right uo his ally. it’s very entertaining for him, as he seems to chuckle at some of the scenes. at least he’s interested in it. depending on if you’re interested in the movie or not, you’d either watch jotaro’s facial expressions, or you would focus on the movie in front of you. either way, the cast of characters is interesting enough.

once you leave the movie, you’re very pleasantly surprised that he isn’t upset about anything. maybe it’s because he enjoyed spending time with you? that’s just a maybe, you can’t read him sometimes. though, he does allow for you to grab onto his hand and pull him towards a different direction in the mall.

there’s all sorts of things that you’d like to make the serious looking man try. especially cute things that would normally never go with his aesthetics. however, the more you mess with him, the more enjoyment you get out of it. of course, it’s embarrassing for him, but he’ll put up with it for your sake. he doesn’t want to admit it and would most likely never tell you it, but he does like the sound of your laugh. he also finds you cute, so that’s the main reasons why he puts up with so many of your antics.

you try on some of your own outfits yourself, whatever you feel the most comfortable in. jotaro would find you to be beautiful no matter what you wore. even if it were something that wouldn’t look good on most other people, it seems to fit you well. he subtly points it out. if it flies over your head, you just smile and nod and try on another outfit. however, if you notice his attempt at flirting, you try to awkwardly flirt back. it ends up backfiring and you’re both red in the face. awkwardly, you end up moving on to a different outfit anyway.

by the end of your closet disaster adventures, it’s about time you get something to eat. so, you head to the mall’s food court. all the food that you could ever imagine is there. so many different small restaurants are there, so you decide to pick out your favorites. depending on what your favorites exactly are, you could end up sharing some with your boyfriend. he’s willing to try something if you offer it to him, but he’ll say his opinion on something his doesn’t like. most likely, he’d bound to end up with his own larger meal. after all, he’s a very tall and muscular man. he needs to eat lots!

after you both eat your meals and laugh amongst each other, you decide to walk throughout the mall some more. there, you find an arcade. it’s not like you’ve been out in a while, neither had jotaro. so you both decide to check out what’s in there. you’ve been in there once or twice, just to play some games when you’re bored. jotaro doesn’t really care for these sort of things, so he hasn’t been in there. you end up playing a bunch of games with him, all the way from space invaders to pac-man. there’s a bunch of games that you two play. you make sure to get the most of out them and play as many games as you reasonably can. you also end up teaching jotaro about the games. at least he understands some of it, but you don’t really think that he gets most of them, as you end up winning most of them. he also seems genuinely confused about some of the controls.

there’s also a claw machine there! you end up seeing some sea creature based plushies there. you remember just how much jotaro loves marine biology, so wouldn’t it be cute for him to be holding one of those things? they have very cartoonish faces as well. it’s absolutely perfect! you wait for him to be busy with another game while you win it for him. you easily get it (since these aren’t rigged like they are in today’s world) and end up gifting it to jotaro. at first, he wants to reject it, but since it’s valentine’s day, he might as well accept it. he does his signature tilt of his hat, but it’s mostly out of embarrassment. it’s a dolphin plushie and it’s very adorable! you both decide to name the little guy together. whatever you decided to name him is up to you.

then, after the arcade, you finally decide to leave the mall and take a walk outside. it’s a bit cold since it’s february, but you don’t mind it all too much. it gives you an excuse to huddle closer to jotaro. he isn’t too upset about it, luckily. you continue to walk home in silence, which isn’t too bad. you get to properly space out after a while of being focused. it’s very nice, especially when you get to stare out into nature. jotaro makes sure to hold your hand, even when you’re both embarrassed about it.

once you get to the outside of your house, you make sure to give him a small hug. jotaro isn’t expecting it, but blushes immensely when it does happen. you thank him for such a nice day out and for him to have a nice rest of his valentine’s day. of course, now he feels like he has to return the favor. so, he musters up whatever amounts of affection he can and leans down to hug you as well. it’s very intimate, especially for how non-affectionate he is. it’s a nice change of pace for once, however. though, it’s funny, how it feels nothing like his usual personality.

he says nothing as he leaves, but he’s very grateful for the time that you two spent together. he also hopes that you two have a nice future ahead in your relationship. maybe you two could go on more dates like that? it’s a very nice thought to him.

you end up seeing an artist, one who’s painting people for a bit cheaper. the art looks great, in all honesty. plus, giorno seems to like the idea of having you two painted together in a picture. once you get into a weird, yet nice pose, you start getting yourselves painted. it takes a while, which is why it was suggested to sit down. now you and giorno are finding out why you were supposed to sit down. it’s a bit tiring, even for someone who’s as fit as your boyfriend. when the painting’s done, it looks beautiful. you two want to hang it up at home, which leads giorno paying the man a generous amount. the artist thanks you and off you two are once again.

josuke ;

josuke is very happy that valentine’s is coming around. he’s always dreamed of having a date for one. now is his chance to impress you with a nice date! like jonathan, he takes a little while to prepare his date with you. of course, he wants everything to go smoothly and fine. he wants to take you on one of the best dates you’ve ever had, though, you already have that with all of his dates. he wants you to have tons of fun on the date.

he first takes you to a café, where you two talk about all the adventures you had before. there were so many adventures that you could recall, but you also mentioned when josuke had asked you out. it was adorable, the way he nervously gave you a present and asked you out. though, he seemed to find it embarrassing, even now. the way his fave flushes at the memory makes you want to tease him lightly, but it’s also very cute. you end up getting a drink, depending on your tastes, it could be either coffee or tea. josuke would stick to his normal order of coffee. you also order a nice bread snack that you both share. it had a nice, sweet filling in the middle. perfect for date that you were having.

after a while of chatting and finishing your drinks, you end up paying for it, despite what josuke says. you know that he’s probably saving up for something that he wants, so you don’t mind paying for your little treat.

afterwards, you both start to discuss what to do next. he hadn’t planned much for after that small date. josuke ends up having an idea to hopefully catch his friends and spend a few hours with them before going over to his house. it sounds like a good plan to you, plus, you still have gifts that you want to give to your friends. so, you start walking around morioh, looking for your friends.

you eventually find them, all one by one. first, you end up finding okuyasu. he seems to be a bit down, not having a date. he complains about it, which compels both you and josuke to invite him to hang out with you two. he, of course, accepts the invitation and brightens up instantly. next, you two catch koichi and yukako having their len date. you end up talking to them, asking if they would like to tag along. yukako doesn’t really seem up for the idea, but koichi totally is, so she ends up just following him. you then catch shegechi, asking the young boy if he has anyone he’s thinking about to give a valentine and he says that he was just going to give his love to all of his friends. it’s very sweet to you, so you hug him and ask him if he wants to come along. he’s very excited to do so!

then, there’s rohan. rohan’s a different case. you aren’t sure if josuke really would like him there, but you’re somewhat friends with the man. it would only be fair if you at least tried to invite him. plus, you know he would be holed up in his house, so your little group walks to his house. yukako and josuke both express that you shouldn’t be doing this, but okuyasu doesn’t mind. koichi thinks that it’s a good idea to be getting rohan out of his house! so, you end up at his front door, knocking away. he pretends that he isn’t home, of course, but you can see right through that act. you don’t leave him alone, however, so you do whatever you would do in a situation like that. eventually, rohan opens the door, irritated. you even have a small present for him. just a small, store-bought set of chocolates. you hand it to him and he’s genuinely surprised that you gave him something. you had already given your gifts to your friends as well, so it was the least you could do. asking him to come, he’s very debateful of it, but ends up coming anyway.

things are a bit tense with the mangaka around, especially with josuke there. he’s a bit more protective over you than usual, lingering very close to your side and holding your hand tightly. it’s not in a creepy way, though. he makes sure to give you enough space. though, you can’t help but want to comfort him. so, you give your bits of affection in ways that you know how. depending on what you give him tos how your affection towards him, he would either give you the same amount back, or blush and stutter. once again, it’s very cute all the same.

dwang gang + friends end up going to the local mall for some shopping. you end up going all around with your boyfriend, looking in stores. there’s cute things that you could see him wearing, but you don’t want to embarrass him too much, so you just suggest the idea to him. he also ends up going with you into a make-up store, where you ask one of the workers to try and give josuke a nice, badazzled make-over. his face is proceeded to be covered in purple sparkles and glitter. though, it is a very cute look on him. it also costs money, but it’s very worth it. you even end up getting some matching make-up done to yourself! now you two look like a real cheesy couple on valentine’s day. at least it’s a very fun concept to try out. it’s very nice to see josuke having fun with you for once.

you also end up getting lunch at the mall, which is just something simple. this time, josuke pays for a shared meal. it’s a nice meal and it tastes great! the others will mention the matching make-up, which leads you and josuke to come up with a fun little pose together. you end up making the group laugh, which makes you laugh as well. josuke likes hearing you laugh.

after eating, you also find a photobooth! josuke decides that he wants one set of pictures with his friends and one with just you, so before it’s the couples turn, you practically have to have every squish into one booth. it’s very crowded, with the amount of people inside a tiny space, but you end up making it work. the pictures end up coming out fine as well! then, it’s your turn to take a picture with your boyfriend. you both take some silly and actually romantic poses, one where you even press a cheek kiss to him. he gives one back in the last photo. that one’s definitely one of your favorites.

after that, you end up saying goodbye to your friends and head back to josuke’s house to end the date with some video games. it’s something that you both enjoy. when you get to his house, you’re properly introduced to ms.higashikata as his significant other. tomoko is very nice to you, even saying that if her son says or does something stupid to tell her right away. it embarrassed josuke, but you end up having a good laugh. once he manages to shoo her away, you head to his room.

leaving the door opened so that she doesn’t think other things are going on, you start to set up the video game console. you both pick out some video games that seem fun to play, specifically some nintendo games. it’s very fun to play together, and you even have challenges against each other. it makes you laugh, which is all josuke could ever hope for. he ends up winning some, while you end up winning others. all and all, you two managed to have a very successful date! josuke is very proud of that fact. it almost seems like he’ll take that fact to his grave.

when you have to go back home, josuke makes sure to give you his gifts. one of them is a small tomogachi that you like! you’ve always wanted to have one, now’s your real chance to get one. josuke shows you how to play with it, as well as take care of the digital pet. he also gives you a nice flower crown that he made from the flowers he bought. he had to ask his mom how to make it, but it looks very beautiful on you. you let him put it on your head, which ends up in the both of you smiling brightly. lastly, he gives you some chocolates. it’s a cute assortment and you’ll have to savor it over time! don’t eat it all in one sitting!

giorno ;

like his father (jonathan), he’ll want to absolutely make sure it’s one of the best days of your life. he’ll also want to spoil you on the special occasion. but he also knows that you would probably prefer it if you weren’t around the many riches that you two are often surrounded by. though, he would still like to buy you expensive gifts.

he ends up giving mista time off. after all, he doesn’t need a body guard, really. he’s very powerful by himself. plus, if he really needs it, you’re there by his side. regardless of if you have a stand or not, you’ll probably want to help out in a fight as best as you can. though, he’s taken special measures to ensure that an attack wouldn’t happen. at least, he hopes that things will go relatively well.

you also live together in the same house, as it would be much easier that way. he doesn’t want anyone harming you in any way. he would make sure you’re safe, but also give you the space that you wanted/needed. he even gives you your own room where you’re free to do as you’d like.

when he starts the day, he presents you with a beautiful outfit to wear. it’s custom-made as well. you absolutely love the details that it has. even if you don’t really like the luxurious life as much, you still can appreciate something that must have taken a considerable amount of time to craft. you put the outfit on and thank giorno with a kiss to his cheek. once you’re in the outfit, he helps you do your hair, if you’d allow him. he would compliment you, as well.

after you two were ready for your day out, you would head out towards the shops. you took a car to get near the area, but walked afterwards. people all around you seemed to be decorated and dressed for the event as well. you were pretty excited to be able to spend the day with your wonderful boyfriend.

the first stop you would visit would most likely be a flower shop. there, giorno would be able to pick out flowers for you. you seemed to really like the flowers. how they smelt, the vibrant colors, everything. you really liked everything about it. so, of course giorno had to take you to a flower shop. there, he let you explore around the place, as well as look around himself. while you’re busy looking at all the flowers, he’s trying to pick out some that he thinks would suit you the best. maybe something purple? or something red? he’s usually good at picking out colors that match, but everything you usually wear matches you. eventually, he settles for a red rose. you end up getting a nice, white calla lily that would match giorno well. when you show each other the flowers, you both laugh at your ideas, finding them to be very ironic. he ends up paying for the flowers, and you two are on your way.

next stop, an ice cream shop. if you’re dating someone like him, then of course you’re going to get ice cream on valentine’s day. you always got gelato anyway, even on non-special occasions but sharing ice cream with him seemed fun. it took a little while of deciding on what you wanted (mainly from giorno’s part), but you eventually settled on getting a banana split. once you two sat down on a nearby bench, you both started to enjoy the sundae. of course, giorno’s sharp eyes just so happened to catch some kids playing nearby. they were holding some money in their hands. listening closer to their conversation, you could tell that they were debating on buying ice cream for them.

giorno, bless his kind soul, ends up going up to them. you’d advise against this, but they seem too young to really think anything of it. you don’t know much of their conversation, but the kids eyes’ seem to light up and giorno hands them some more money he had in his pockets. maybe he was handing them more money to teach them to be kind? who knows, but you can tell that giorno feels some sort of sense of pride in what he did. he ends up coming back to tell you about what the kids said and did while finishing up the ice cream with you.

after that whole fiasco, you decide to just take a walk around town. you really have no idea where you’re going, but giorno doesn’t mind. it’s just as long as you’re having fun together, that’s all he’s concerned about at the moment. you both end up talking about how you even started dating. it was a wild adventure, which lead to giorno asking you out. it was very cute and wholesome, the way he asked you out. besides, you wouldn’t have been able to say no, even if you wanted to. it was just cute to say no to!

after the painting experience, you end up running around town, looking for something to do. finally, you find yourselves near a doc. you figure that riding a boat together wouldn’t be so bad, so you pay someone to row the two of you across naples. the entire town is also decorated for valentine’s day, you also see other couples sailing on their own gondolas, exploring the beautiful city for themselves. the guide explains things to you, though, you already know most of the areas in the city by now. there are a few places that you didn’t know of, however. those are the interesting bits in your gondola ride.

after you get back to where you first docked, you get off the gondola. once off and ready to go, giorno takes you to a very romantic place. a very expensive restaurant. it’s packed full of people, but you managed to get one of the best spots available. it’s next to the window, where you can look out onto the city and into the ocean. the view is magnificent and so beautiful, you just want to stare outside all night. however, you eventually settle down and start ordering your food. you decide to go for something simple, while giorno gets a linguine all'aragosta o all'astice, a very expensive italian dish.

once the food comes, you’re very surprised about how fancy everything looks. you’re wide eyed, really. everything settled in front of you looks stunningly delicious. giorno laughs at your shocked face, which you end up laughing at as well. after that, you eat. it tastes even better than it looks! your boyfriend lets you try some of his meal as well and even that’s great. maybe this restaurant is really a good place to eat at. though, it is a bit expensive and pretentious for your tastes. you’d rather be somewhere a bit subtler, so would giorno.

you talk about how wonderful your date is. everything was perfect, from the beginning of the day where you got ready, all the way up to now. giorno acts confident, saying that he knew it was what you wanted, but you can tell that he was probably at least a little bit nervous. you’re not very used to being this pampered. you reassure him that everything was even more than you initially expected.

by the end of dinner, you teo decide to go home and get some rest. after all, you’ve been out all day. giorno makes sure to give you his presents. he gives you many accessories and jewelry, explaining how each one of them reminds you of him. he also tells you how much he loves you.

jolyne ;

jolyne isn’t too bothered about the idea of valentine’s day, but she she is excited about is getting to spend time with you. she texts you in the very early hours of morning to get ready for the beach. you wonder why she’s waking you up so early to go to the beach, but then again, she’s just like that all the time. of course, you get ready and meet her (secretly) outside of her house.

once you meet up, she takes her dad’s (or mr.kujo, as you call him) car and drive to the beach. does the girl even know how to drive? well, regardless, she’s driving. and she’s pretty good at it as well. the mini road trip you have consists of you listening to jolyne sing while you laugh along. who knows, maybe you sing as well!

along the way, you two stop at a gas station to get snacks for the day. a large bag of chips and some other goodies should be good enough for the day, plus, you’re probably going out to eat for dinner as well.

when you get to the beach, the sun’s just starting to rise. you find it pretty nice, watching the sunrise with your precious girlfriend. she seems to be pleased with it as well, moving her arm slyly to hug onto you as you look up at the sun. smiling back at her, you end up getting everything set. towels laid down on the sand, putting sunscreen on, everything.

you both head towards the water, making sure that your bags are being watched closely by at least one of you. though, at this time, there’s not much to worry about but the coldness of the water. it’s starting to get hotter, there in florida, so coming to the beach must have been a great idea.

playing around in the water, you end up splashing each other, because that’s really what ends up happening when you’re hanging out with her. you both end up laughing and falling in the water together. at least, near the shore everything is fine.

if you don’t know how to swim, then she would try to teach you how to! he best way to learn is if you have someone helping you out. plus, it’s always cute when you practice whatever you learned from her. she’s holding onto you the entire time. you just have to trust her, is all.

if you do know how to swim , she’ll probably want to race you to a certain point, then back at the shore. regardless of who actually wins, she’ll still be happy about it. at least she gets to spend time with you. you’re also grateful for the time you spend with her.

after you swim for an hour or two, you head back up to shore to make sand castles. it’s childish, yes, but you haven’t done it in a long time. you two also have a competition for sand castle building. actually, almost everything you two is competitive, but you never really get discouraged by the loss. building epic sand castles is better than really caring about winning or losing, anyway. in the end, you figure out that pretty much not your sand castles suck. the sand isn’t really the best for sculpting, but at least you two tried and had fun. you both end up kicking them down and laughing about it after.

after that, you start to bring out the snacks that you two bought earlier. it’s not the best of snacks, considering it comes from the gas station, but it’s the best you could have thought of. eating the snacks regularly becomes boring after a little while, so you bot decide to turn it into a game of “who can toss snacks into the other’s mouth more?” it’s a very fun game, nonetheless. plus, at least you’re eating!

soon after the snacks are over, you head back into the water for some more fun. plus, it’s probably time to get wet again. after being on the sand for so long, your skin is pretty much dry. it’s not as cold as when you first got in, but it’s still decently cold. you start to get in slow, but jolyne has other plans. she ends up jumping in and splashing you with water, causing a water fight.

for most of the rest of the day, you’re alternating between sitting in the sand for breaks, eating snacks, and actually swimming. overall, you have a pretty fun time at the beach! you even watch the sunset together, sitting on the sand and holding hands. you secretly hope that no one is judging the two of you, but jolyne would scare anyone off who even tried to judge.

after the sun completely sets, but there’s still a little bit of light out, you two pack up and start to leave. you end up driving back and singing songs once again. it’s a little less energetic, but you two manage. when you stop singing, you end up holding hands with jolyne whole she drives. for a second, it makes you wonder how life would be if you didn’t have her by your side, but you don’t want to think too deep into that today. so, you keep with the happy thoughts and are just thankful that she’s in your life right now.

jolyne takes you to a burger joint, one that’s local to the part of florida you’re in. you haven’t been there before and neither has your girlfriend. so, you have to really look at the menu and decide what you want. eventually, you end up getting two simple burgers. when they come to the table, it smells good. it’s really delicious too! you put ketchup on yours, while jolyne tries to see if she can make it a cursed burger by finding something gross to put on it. it turns out that there really isn’t anything too gross to put on a burger, so you end up working with what you have. it turns out to be actually good.

you two share some ice cream and fries together, dipping them in and generally just messing around. from an outside perspective, it just seems like two kids having fun. your relationship is not very out there, as you would like to keep it at least a bit subtle to people around you. it’s not too noticeable, but it’s also not too much.

by the end of the date, you’re very tired, but you also had tons of fun. jolyne always makes sure to keep you happy, you can count on her for that much. you, of course, think that she did a fantastic job at keeping the both of you happy. though, as you’re leaving the restaurant and driving back home, you can sort of see how tired she is. you feel a little guilty for making her so tired out, but she says that she’s happy to do this for you.

you never really imagined her to be the type to be cheesy, but as you’re driving back home, she ends up taking your hand and kisses your knuckles, smiling softly against your skin. of course, these actions make you red in the cheeks, feeling your heartbeat pound faster and faster against your chest. she makes sure to tell you that she loves you and wouldn’t trade you for the world. you say the same to her, as you really do feel that way. you both want each other to know just how loved you are.

when you’re finally back home, mr.kujo is immediately there to wonder where his daughter and you went. jolyne lies to him about the date part, but you can see it im his eyes that he understands what went on. however, he also understands that she’s responsible enough to be making her own decisions, so he decides not to bother you. plus, you seem to be on the msn’s good side.

when you’re up in her room for a while, you end up giving her a cheek kiss and stroke her hair, telling her how much you love her. at first, she’s a bit taken aback. she isn’t really used to you initiating these kind and soft actions, but she leans into your touch, affectionate as always.

when you have to leave, you kiss her forehead and tell her to have a good night. walking downstairs is simple, but you can feel mr. kujo’s eyes watching your back, silently judging you. maybe he’s haunting you now? whatever, you were pooped. you might as well pass out when you get home and shower, right?

[heathered-beinn]

BTS American Hustle Life Ep 5

Episode 4 recap:  The first third of the episode was devoted to BTS doing chores; cleaning up their (absolute pigsty of a) dorm, doing laundry, food shopping. Afterwards they met the legend Warren G who took them on a tour of where he and a few other legendary rappers grew up. He comes across as a true gentleman and treats the band very nicely. His challenge was for each subgroup to write and record a song based on their lives. This allowed us to hear some of BTS’ thoughts about their experiences when joining the band. We (I) also learned more about each of the bandmembers personalities which hadn’t been so clear in previous eps and series.

All three groups came up with a great song and, while a tough call, Suga, V, and Jungkook won the challenge.

On to Ep 5!

So BTS is throwing party with Warren G; this will either be hilarious or a bit of a cringe fest lol but I’m glad Warren’s in a second episode 😊

Ooft that’s a fire and a half lol. Americans sure have got some bbq skills!

Aww poor Jimin wanting to get on with preparing the vegetables but Namjoon and V just keep eating them.

Lol at V challenging Jungkook to rock, paper, scissors and the loser has to eat an onion. Jungkook looks too calm and smug… and that’s why; V loses and has to eat an onion – and, ten seconds later, loses again. I wonder if it’s a running joke that V often loses at RkPS. These two are pinging me with a mix of brotherly and ‘partners in crime’ vibes.

Haha Jimin telling them both to do some work. He’s definitely coming across as more serious and hard working that in the first two series, bless him. Then he puts Jungkook in his place by beating him at rock, paper, scissors LOL. Jungkook is surprised!!

Jungkook and V then playing to see who the overall loser is and end up tying so they decide Jimin is the loser and make him eat some onion lol.

J-Hope, Jimin, V, and Jungkook playing around and dancing is the cutest thing <3

Oh my god, the sass from Jungkook rapping about Jimin being small (where did shy young Jungkook go lol??) and Jimin’s hilarious reaction of immediately trying to kick him <3 <3

Hahaha Suga and Jin trying to be sly about trying the bbq before the others and Jungkook calling Suga out on it. I love them getting Warren G to try Kimchi (Korean spicy pickled cabbage and other veg) and Warren G trying to act cool as the heat hits him.

Warren G asks about their lives and, wow, it seems that BTS spend a lot of time away from their friends and family. I get the feeling that even in Korea they work an awful lot and don’t get much down time. WTH? Jin has just admitted his family moved house quite a while ago and he hasn’t even seen it yet! That’s such a shame! It’s been 2 years since some of them have gone home?! OMG, that must be so hard, especially on the younger ones who might not have been ready to ‘leave home’ at that point. It’s clear they really do miss their families and some of them look close to tears talking about it, but I sense they don’t like to complain to the camera? They are such sweethearts and aww at Jimin saying he wishes he could take his parents to the nice places he gets to visit. Thank you Warren G for raising this topic and for talking about missing his own mother who died when he was in his 20s. You could tell that info hit some of them quite hard as many of them are close to that age.

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So it’s a brand new morning, what’s in store for the band now? Aha, Tony is in to wake them all up. Jimin’s like a toddler in his crib excited to be greeted by his parent. Everyone else is like a teenager and needs to be crowbarred out of bed. LOL,at J-Hope being carried into the living room and plonked down on the sofa still half asleep. Double-LOL at Jungkook being woken up on the couch like a baby by Tony gently shaking a stuffed animal in his face lol.

Awww, bless them, they’re still half asleep – it’s like me when I’ve been reading fic till 4am and the alarm goes off at 9!

Right, so the new mission is to make a music video full of hip hop spirit and swag. Hip hop music videos normally include a super car, a mansion, and dazzling accessories.

Ahahahahahahahahahahaha, the tutors saying BTS’s videos are good but there’s not a lot of girls. From what I’ve seen so far there is a good reason for that Tony and N(ate?)!!!!! <flashback to the awkward-as-hell elevator scene in Rookie King and every other female encounter since>

Do I need to gird my loins For some potentially cringe-worthy BTS-female interaction in the near future?

Oh jeez Tony, you’re going to make BTS go out and find girls and talk to them. Even BTS are groaning at the thought LOL.  

OMG, Tony and N are teaching them how to ‘approach girls’ and getting the lads to practice on them. This calls for some computer analogies

Hahahahahahahaha oh Jimin – smooth right up to when he needed to start the conversation and then: the operating system has encountered an error and must shutdown. RM did well until he hesitated in the convo and: this application is not responding. The program may respond again if you wait. Do you want to end this process. Yes. Jungkook surprisingly didn’t spontaneously combust but clearly had no clue how to chat anyone up (at least at this point). I mean, just going straight to “I like you”: this program has performed an illegal operation and will be shutdown. Quit all programs, and then restart your computer. If the problem persists, contact the program vendor. OMG, Tony and N just outright saying that V is the dumb blonde of the group!!!!!! I don’t know whether to insulted on V’s behalf or grudgingly admire their honesty cos…they kinda have a *teeny tiny* point… at least that’s how V has come across so far – maybe this changes as we get to know him more. OMG V, “nice watch, how much?” That’s like from a really bad foreign marketplace parody. *face palm*, can any of these lads act naturally with a girl? V-can-flirt-like-a-normal-human cannot be found ~ if the device is OFF, turn ON the device. Suga… he clearly wasn’t taking it seriously; The instruction at BE NORMAL referenced at ‘HOW TO TALK TO WOMEN’. The memory could not be written. Click on OK to terminate the program. J-Hope: The application failed to  initialize properly. Click Close to exit the program. Jin: This version of flirting is not compatible with the version of swag you’re running.

Ahahaha them in the car trying not to fret about how they haven’t really “talked to girls” before. To be fair, this challenge is quite (embarrassingly) heterosexual (and mildly sexist) but, then again, this series was shot a number of years back and hip hop, IMO, used to be a low representatitve of LGBTQIA+.  I do wonder if any of BTS are gay though, and, if so, if they knew at that particular moment? I’m aware of how Korean society views homosexuality and I can’t imagine if any of BTS are gay they would come out either while in the spotlight or before they’ve done their national service. Not that they owe anyone a public “coming out” – I could write essays on this and how dangerous it is to relate a celebrity ‘coming out’s to that of the everyday person. They both come with some specific pros and cons that don’t translate well to the other situation and can cause all sorts of danger. Anyway, I’m rambling now so let’s get back to the episode!

I think the story V tells really sums up BTS’s “girl skills”; when we were trainees, Jin-Hyung, Jungkookie (omg what a cute way of saying Jungkook’s name <3) and I did rock paper scissors to go and at least talk to a girl. We just told her she was cute, patted her head and left.

So they are going out in teams to pick up their girls for the music video. That might take some of the pressure off. Awwww at J-Hope cuddling Jimin in the car. 

RM and Jimin are told to get out the car first – lol at Jimin saying he’s nervous.

Okay, so RM and Jimin’s attempt went about as well as I thought it would LMAO. V, Jungkook and Suga are just as bad. This is quite painful to watch. Ahaha Jin and J-Hope manage to convince a lady – although, again, it was quite painful to watch. It’ll be interesting to see how good their success was the next day.

 Video shoot:

BTS arrive at the mansion for their shoot (same place 50 Cent shot one of his videos) and immediately go into ‘wide-eyed wonder and playful’ mode.

V rapping freestyle: From those seagulls that are flying high One of those got stuck to the moon And if they fall, they be stuck to our feet And that seagull with squirm like a human.

V, my lovely, even when we give some leeway to mistranslation, I think you better leave the lyric writing to maybe Suga or Rapmonster lol???!!!

Jungkook’s running a self-cam – I get the feeling he quite likes filming and being behind the camera rather than in front of it. Amusing for an ‘idol’.

Lol, BTS talking about their back up plan if the girls don’t turn up. They genuinely don’t think they’ve actually managed to charm anyone into actually turning up and if by some miracle they do turn up then it’ll be awkward LMAO.

Cute little interaction between RM and Jungkook as they agree it’s all so unlikely.

HAHAHAHAHA one of Jin and J-Hope’s ladies turns up – the others can’t believe it! My sides are aching from laughing at their expressions. Oh but then V, Suga, and Jungkook’s girl arrives too. I really think these girls were planted on the street to help the lads out but I’ll pretend that it’s all real lol. Ahahahaha Suga *hiding* with RM and Jimin so he doesn’t have to interact with the ladies. This band really doesn’t have any chill with the opposite sex.

Aaaand at the last moment RM and Jimin’s ‘girl’ turns up. Isn’t that such a coincidence that one lady for each group turned up… lol.

Interesting little remark there from Suga. When they go back to Korea they won’t be able to shoot music videos like these (presumably with ladies, bling, and the excesses that go along with the style of hip hop) until they retire? So is he openly admitting they have to act conservatively – or at least in a very specific way – in Korea until they retire (or at least end their contract)? Or is it that they won’t have the same opportunities/monetary funds to do videos like these?

Yeah, okay, those ladies are too chill at seeing Warren G. In fact, they are way too chill altogether – they’ve got to have been staged lol. I just don’t think BTS knew this was set up. I’ve kinda come to the conclusion already that some of them couldn’t act to save themselves.

Shooting time – all quiet on set!:

V was just doing his thing lol, poor Suga couldn’t even look at that woman ROFL – Jungkook actually did okay even though he was embarrassed and bright red (and sweating lol). I wonder what Warren G was thinking as he watched from behind the camera – if he is anything like me he would have been sitting there cackling to himself. LOL at Jungkook eating away his emotions. He’s definitely become a typical growing teenager; always hungry like a bottomless pit and yet no calorie seems to stick to his sides!

V!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Again!!! *Outraged noises*. Teaching the lady “Jimin is dumb” in Korean, how dare you lol. Poor Jimin.

Hey, J-Hope’s got the swag and looks like he’s the only one. Jin looks like he’s about to shit himself *crying with laughter emoji*.

Jimin and RM are surprisingly confident with their lady too! LOL at RM for getting in the way of the camera and frustrating Jimin.

Ah-ha! – Jungkook having the guts to pat his eldest hyung on the head – he’s gained confidence in leaps and bounds!

Final musings:

Yet another enjoyable episode – despite being a little cringy in places. It was hilarious to see how shy and genuinely inept the band was around women. I can’t wait to see how the video turned out in the end.

Some nice, but also sad, insights into the realities faced by the band. Some of them haven’t been home in 2 years and as most of them seem to be quite close to their families it must be very hard – especially for the younger ones who might not have been ready to ‘leave home’ so early.

Really looking forward to the next episode!  

[winchester-fantasies]

Just a Taste

Summary: You want this Halloween to go down in the books as one of your favorites. And you’re about to find out just how epic it can be. (Halloween Special 2019).

Word Count: 3851

Warnings: smut, dirty talk, swearing, jealous Dean & possessive Dean (two of my favorite warnings! lol)

Pairing: Dean x Plus Size Reader

A/N: Happy Halloween! 🎃 Hope you enjoy!!

Winchester Fantasies’ Masterlist

     You huffed as you surveyed yourself in the mirror. It was Halloween, and although Sam had outright refused, you had finally convinced Dean to accompany you to the party right up the road at the small convention center.

     Dean had adamantly declined your suggestion of wearing a costume, but you were determined to go all out and make this Halloween go down as one of your favorites. You'd ordered a costume off of Amazon, but as you surveyed yourself, you half-regretted your decision. 

     The sheer material of the bodice clung to your waist, accentuating not only your curves but the extra roll under your bra line, too. Your breasts were pronounced, the tops peeking out from the costume's neckline and jiggling every time you moved. 

     You put your hands on your hips, turning slightly to get a better view of your backside. You groaned. The hem of the skirt was almost obscenely short. Thank Chuck you'd decided to wear stockings, otherwise everybody and their mother would have an eyeful of your womanhood. Online it was described as being a sexy clown costume, but with the way it fit you, you thought slutty clown more appropriate.

     You sighed heavily as you went back to doing your makeup. Maybe if you did your makeup really well it would take attention away from the ill-fitting costume. You knew that was only wishful thinking as you leaned over the sink. Your breasts shifted just right, the left one nearly popping out of its restraint. You quickly righted, stuffing it back down and adjusting your top. You silently cursed and made a mental note to never purchase a costume from Amazon again.

     With your makeup complete, you took one final look at yourself. You still didn't like what you saw, but it was too late to turn back now. You'd just have to make the best of it. You drew in a deep breath to steel yourself before you walked out into the main room of the motel.

     Sam glanced up from his laptop, and he blanched. "Hey, Sam," you said nonchalantly.

     You sauntered over to the table, and Sam tensed, pushing back in his chair slightly. "You take one more step, (Y/N), and I swear to God..." Sam warned, pointing a threatening finger in your direction.

     You ignored his warning and instead closed the gap between you. You wrapped your arms around him from behind, your chin resting on his broad shoulder. You couldn't stifle a chuckle as his breathing grew heavier.

     You knew it wasn't necessarily the nicest thing to tease him when you knew he was deathly afraid of clowns, but you just couldn't help yourself. He was like the brother you never had, and you both were always joking or playing good-natured pranks on one another.

     "You know I'd never hurt you, Sammy," you playfully crooned. He flinched at your words, and you couldn't resist planting a wet, sloppy kiss on his cheek.

     "Hey, (Y/N).... Whoa!" Dean said, stopping in his tracks as he walked through the door and stared at you leaning over his brother. "Am I...interrupting something?"

     You chuckled as you straightened. You shook your head and wiped the remnants of your makeup off Sam's face. "No," you said. "Just having a bit of fun."

     "More like fucking torture," Sam grumbled.

     You chuckled as you grabbed your bag from the table beside your bed. "You know you love me, Sammy," you said. Sam just rolled his eyes. 

     "You sure you still want to go to this party?" Dean asked.

     "Yeah, of course," you said. "Why wouldn't I?" you asked with a frown.

     "It's just..." he trailed off, his eyes studying your outfit skeptically. His critical gaze hurt, but you tried to hide it.

     "I don't care where you guys go," Sam interjected. "Just so long as you get her the fuck away from me!" He shivered in disgust, and you couldn't help laughing.

**********

     "So where is this party anyway?" Dean asked as he pulled out onto the highway.

     "Google says it's in a convention center a couple blocks from the motel," you said, checking the address on your phone.

     "Convention center?" Dean asked incredulously. "So what? It's gonna be some fancy-schmancy shindig?"

     You rolled your eyes. "No, Dean," you said. "It's not a 'fancy-schmancy shindig'. It's just a little party with food and dancing."

     "Dancing? Really?" Dean asked, his voice rising in pitch. 

     "Look, Dean," you snapped. "I know Halloween isn't exactly your thing, but you're the one who decided to come."

     "Me?" Dean bellowed, his eyebrows shooting up. "You practically forced my hand!"

     "Then why didn't you just say you didn't want to come?" you asked, throwing your hands in the air.

     "Because," Dean shouted, "you wanted to go!"

     Silence fell over the Impala. You drew in a breath as you tried to regain your composure. "You're impossible," you muttered, running your middle finger and thumb over your eyelids and pinching the bridge of your nose. 

     Dean sighed heavily. "Look, (Y/N)," he said, his voice softer. "I just don't understand why you want to go to some party where people are dressed up as the monsters we hunt everyday. I mean, our lives are basically Halloween on steroids."

     "I just wanted to celebrate, that's all," you grumbled, crossing your arms. 

     "We celebrate Halloween at the bunker every year," Dean pointed out. "Why couldn't we just stick to tradition?"

     "I don't know, Dean," you clipped. "I just wanted to do something different."

     "Whatever," Dean huffed with a roll of his eyes.

     "Can you at least try?" you asked. "You don't have to dance or mingle or anything else. But just try to have fun," you implored. "Please."

     Dean drew in a breath. "Fine," he grumbled.

     You sighed and turned towards the window, looking at the passing scenery disappearing in the waning light. This wasn't how you'd envisioned the night going at all.

**********

     Loud music drifted outside as Dean parked the Impala. Your heels clicked on the asphalt, tension still pervading the air. You shivered as a brisk breeze flew around you, only adding to your discomfort.

     Dean held the door open for you once you reached the entrance. The music was even louder inside, the sounds of Michael Jackson's "Thriller" reverberating around you. You and Dean paid the $5.00 fee before walking into the auditorium.

     The smell of sweat and stale beer filled the air. Despite the small room, at least two hundred people crowded the space.

     "I thought you said it was gonna be small," Dean said loudly, surveying the throng of people lining every wall.

     "I thought it was going to be," you shrugged. "Let's go find a table," you hollered above the music.

     Dean nodded as you led the way. You wove through the crowd, your shoulders bumping into several people along the way. You hated crowds, and you were on high alert. You sighed in relief once you came to the far wall. 

     You found a vacant table, and Dean sat down. "You want a drink?" you yelled. Dean nodded, and you returned his nod.

     You made your way back through the crowd. The refreshment table was right in front of the DJ, and you thought whoever came up with the floor plans for tonight's party had to be one of the worst party planners. The music blared right in your ear, almost painfully.

     You took up two Solo cups, filling one with beer from a keg for Dean and the other with spiked punch.

     "Hey," a voice said, and if it hadn't been for the slow song that started playing, you wouldn't have even heard it.

     You looked up to find a man standing beside you. He was tall - at least Sammy's height. His dark hair was slicked back, and his blue eyes glowed in the dim lighting. 

     "Hey, Dracula," you said, surveying his tux and black cape. He grinned, revealing a set of fake vampire teeth. 

     "I vant to suck your blood," he said, in his best Transylvanian accent.

     You rolled your eyes at the cliché but grinned nevertheless. The man chuckled at your reaction before extending his hand. "Josh," he introduced himself.

     "(Y/N)," you said, setting down one of the cups and taking his hand. His hands were soft and uncalloused. So different from the hands of a hunter. But his handshake was firm.

     "You here with someone, (Y/N)?" he asked, looking between the two cups. 

     "Yeah," you nodded. "My friend," you said, picking up a couple bags of M&Ms and tucking them under your arm. 

     "Want help with that?" Josh asked as you took the cup from the table.

     "Nah, I got it," you said. "But thanks for the offer."

     Josh smiled. "See you around?" he asked hopefully.

     "Maybe," you said with a coy smirk. You turned and walked away, swaying your hips a little more than necessary.

     "What took you so long?" Dean asked grumpily as you set his beer in front of him.

     "You're welcome," you said sarcastically, tossing the bag of M&Ms at him. He jumped back in his chair as his hands fumbled to catch the bag. The candy landed at his feet, and he groaned in irritation as he stooped to pick it up.

     You tsked. "Better watch it, Winchester. Your hunter reflexes are getting a little rusty," you teased.

     Dean shot you a glare as he straightened in his seat. You laughed before taking a sip of your punch. You scrunched your face up as the liquid burned down your throat. Whoever made the punch didn't know the proper ratio of punch to rum.

     "I met someone," you said nonchalantly, looking out at the dancers. 

     When Dean didn't respond you looked at him. His face was blank and unreadable. "Oh, yeah?" he asked. 

     "Yep," you said. "Name's Josh. And he's really fucking hot," you said with a grin.

     Dean chuckled and took a sip of his beer. "I'm thinking if I play my cards right, I might just get some tonight," you said, wiggling your eyebrows suggestively. "Chuck knows I haven't gotten any lately," you muttered, popping two M&Ms into your mouth.

     But as the night wore on, you began to think the entire idea of going out tonight was a total bust. You had gotten up a few times to refill yours and Dean's drinks, but other than that nothing happened. You thought you'd never had a more boring and uneventful night. Dean outright refused to get up from the table, and the harder you searched, the more you were sure Josh had already left. 

     You were just about to call it a night when you felt someone tap your shoulder. You looked up to find Josh, wearing a wide grin.

     “Hey,” you said, smiling. “I thought you already left.”

     “How could I leave without a dance from a beautiful girl?” he asked with a wink, and your stomach flipped.

     Dean cleared his throat, and you turned to find him looking between you and Josh. He raised his eyebrows, sending you a pointed look. 

     “Oh, uh, sorry,” you said. “Dean, this is Josh. Josh, my friend, Dean,” you introduced, gesturing between the two.

     “Hey, man. Nice to meet you,” Josh said, extending his hand.

     Dean paused for a moment, staring at his outstretched arm. But finally he reached out and shook it. His face was undecipherable, and you weren’t quite sure why he was acting like he didn’t even want to acknowledge Josh.

     You mentally shrugged it off as Josh extended his hand to you. “So...you want to dance?”

     “Okay,” you said shyly. You took his hand as he helped you from your chair and led you to the dance floor. The soft notes of “Witchcraft” by Frank Sinatra started up. You wrapped your arms around Josh’s neck as he snaked his around your waist.

     “So…” Josh said awkwardly.

     “So?” you asked with a grin.

     Josh chuckled. “Umm…. What do you do?”

     “What do I do as in...work?” you asked, cocking your head.

     “Yeah,” Josh nodded.

     “I’m a historian,” you said. Not exactly a lie. You were practically a historian with the amount of research hunting required. 

     Josh’s eyes lit up in interest. “Oh, really? What field?”

     “Mostly lore and mythology,” you shrugged.

     “Oh, wow,” he said. “Sounds intriguing.”

     “It is,” you said.

     Josh looked at you slyly. “So you know any lore on vampires?” he asked, baring his plastic fangs.

     You chuckled. “Oh, I could tell you lots,” you said.

     “And how do I fit the bill? Am I authentic and scary enough?” he asked good-naturedly. You had to hold back a laugh. If only he could see the real deal. He’d be scarred for life. 

     “Eh…” you said, rocking your hand back and forth in a so-so gesture. “More like rinky-dink, Hollywood version,” you said playfully.

     Josh’s face fell in mock hurt, and he grasped his chest. “Way to shoot down a guy’s ego,” he said with a chuckle.

     “Hey, but you’re still a cute Dracula,” you flirted.

     Josh cocked an eyebrow. “Oh, yeah?” he asked suggestively. You bit your lower lip and nodded. He drew in a deep breath as his arms tightened around you, and his hands slid lower on your back. “Well, I happen to think you’re the sexiest clown I’ve ever seen,” he said, his mouth only inches from your own. You could smell the remnants of rum on his breath as you closed your eyes, waiting for the press of his lips on yours.

     You yelped as you were roughly jerked out of Josh’s arms just as “Monster Mash” came through the speakers. “Ow!” you exclaimed, as the fingers around your bicep tightened.

     “What the fuck, Dean?” you shrieked, turning to find him behind you. His face was hard, and his eyes were dark with something you couldn’t quite place.

     Dean didn’t reply, instead whirling around and dragging you behind him, Josh’s feeble attempt at a threat echoing after you. Dean stalked through the crowd, curses and loud groans falling around you as he all but shoved people out of his way. He flung the doors open with force and veered to the left.

     You stumbled after him, your ankles twisting a couple of times as you fought to keep up with him in your heels. He dragged you around the side of the building into nothing more than an alleyway. He was breathing heavily as he shoved you against the wall, the cold brick hitting your back.

     He put both hands on either side of you, caging you in. His face was hard, and even in the dim light of the streetlight, you could see lust emanating from his eyes as he leered, his gaze sweeping over you.

     You shivered as a wave of unexpected arousal washed over you. “Wh...what the fuck, Dean?” you asked again, this time your voice a tiny whisper.

     Dean leaned forward, his nose nestling into your hair. He drew in a deep breath and growled in admiration. “Do you even know how hard tonight’s been for me?” he asked.

     “I...I know it’s been hard for you,” you stammered. “I’m sorry I dragged you here, and it won’t happen aga….”

     “No!” Dean barked. You jumped as one of his hands smacked the brick next to you. “I’m not talking about that,” he growled. He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, nipping at the skin. You fought against the moan that threatened to escape as your stomach tightened with desire. 

     “What I mean is…” Dean panted. “Fuck, (Y/N), this boner has been so damn hard to conceal. Why do you think I never left the table?” he asked, his voice deep.

     “Wh...what are you talking about?” you gasped. His hands fell to your hips, and he jerked you towards him. You could feel his bulge against your hip as he lightly rutted against you. 

     “You feel that, sweetheart?” he asked. “This is all your doing. This is what you do to me,” he groaned as his movements stuttered at the friction.

     You were shocked into silence. How had you come to the party with your best friend but left it, pressed against a wall by the man you had hopelessly pined over for the last five years?

     “Fuck, baby, when I saw you all dressed up like this, it took everything in me not to rip right off you. So fucking sexy,” he growled. His hands were now roaming freely, caressing your curves, fondling your breasts, kneading your thighs. His hands came behind you and grabbed your ass in both of his hands, digging his fingers into the meaty flesh. You gasped, and your hands flew around his shoulders, holding him tight against you.

     “Shit, (Y/N),” Dean breathed. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to touch you, taste you....feel you from the inside,” he rasped.

     “Dean,” you moaned, your hands sliding from his back to the base of his skull. You weaved your fingers through his hair, tugging lightly. A low groan escaped his mouth as he found the juncture of your neck and collarbone, lightly nipping at the sensitive skin.

     “I was willing to let a little innocent flirting slide,” he said, pulling away. “But when that asshat laid his hands on you, that was an immediate deal breaker.”

     “Dean,” you moaned again, this time louder.

     “I want you to know…. After tonight, I’m gonna be the only one whose touch you crave,” Dean growled before burying his face into the soft and plump flesh of your breasts. 

     “Dammit, Dean!” you snapped. “Fucking take me already!”

     Dean leaned back, a cocky smirk crossing his lips. “Your wish is my command,” he said. He slid down your body, leaving open-mouthed kisses across your torso, his warm breath steaming your skin through the filmy fabric of your costume.

     He knelt on his knees in front of you. He looked up at you with hooded eyes before lifting your leg and throwing it over his shoulder. He pushed your panties to the side, and he growled in appreciation as your wet folds glistened in the streetlight. 

     “Damn, sweetheart,” he murmured. “Already so fucking wet.”

     You whimpered as he leaned forward, his warm breath fanning across your core. “All I could think about tonight is how fucking good you must taste,” he said. 

     Your breath hitched and you leaned your head against the wall as his tongue slid through your folds. “Mmm,” Dean groaned. “I was right. Your pussy is fucking intoxicating.”

     You moaned as he dove back in, his tongue pulsating over your clit. Your hands flew to the back of his head as he moved it around, his scruff shooting electricity through your core. 

     You gripped the wall, bits of mortar cramming underneath your fingernails as you clawed at the bricks. “Dean…. So...close,” you breathed, barely able to speak past the pleasure.

     Dean abruptly switched his tactics, licking around your vulva. He inserted two fingers into you, and you nearly lost it. His movements were steady and unhurried, dragging out the pleasure, building you up to the grand finale. 

     His fingers pumped into you, the wet sounds of your dripping core mingling with your soft moans. You heard voices around the corner, but you didn’t care if you were caught. You were already too far gone.

     Dean crooked his fingers, the rough pads of his fingertips meeting your sweet spot. Dean suddenly straightened, his face burying into the crook of your neck. “C’mon, baby,” he whispered. “Cum for me. Wanna feel your walls clench around my fingers.”

     With that you came, your walls clamping down with a force they never had before. A deep moan escaped your throat, and Dean swallowed it as his mouth found yours, the sweet taste of you still on his tongue. 

     “Damn, Dean,” you chuckled breathlessly once he had disengaged his fingers. You wiped your sweaty brow with the the back of your hand, your now ruined clown makeup rubbing off.

     Dean chuckled. He leaned forward, capturing your lips into another heated kiss. Your fingers fumbled with the button on his jeans before you found his fully erect member. You pumped it, his hips rocking into your palm as he exhaled a deep groan.

     You felt him twitch and knew he was close. “Enough, enough!” Dean barked, slapping your hand away and stepping back. “Fuck, sweetheart,” he panted. “I love a good hand job as much as the next guy, but, baby, I gotta feel you,” he said desperately.

     You bit your lower lip as you shimmied out of your skirt, panties, and stockings, tossing them beside you. You reached out for him, drawing him against you. His hands cupped your ass again before sliding them to the back of your thighs. You jumped up, your legs wrapping around his waist. His hands held you steady as he centered himself with your core.

     He pushed in slowly, giving you time to adjust to him. A groan escaped his mouth, and you sighed as he bottomed out, his tip meeting your cervix. “Fuck, you feel so good,” he said, leaning his head on your shoulder. Dean pulled out slowly before plunging back in, setting a brisk pace. 

     You gripped his shoulders, your fingers fisting into his heavy jacket. His manhood dragged across your sweet spot, searing warmth flooding your body. Sweat dripped from Dean’s nose and chin and rivulets ran down your face, creating unsightly trails through your remaining makeup.

     You felt your coil tightening and knew you were already on the verge of cumming again. “Not gonna last much longer, babygirl,” Dean said breathlessly, his speed not slowing, but his movements growing sloppy.

     “It...it’s okay,” you gasped. “I’m almost there, too.”

     Dean snaked his hand between you, his fingers rubbing quick circles over your clit. The floodgates of pleasure ripped open, and your muscles tensed. “Dean!” you cried out as your orgasm washed over you, your body trembling uncontrollably.

     “Fuck. Me. Runnin’,” Dean grunted as his hips faltered. He spilled himself inside you, aftershocks milking him for all he was worth.

     Your chests were heaving as he pulled himself from your core. He buttoned up his jeans again before taking a handkerchief from his pocket and carefully cleaning you up, his ministrations gentle. 

     You pulled your skirt back on, and Dean stuffed your ruined panties and his handkerchief back into his pocket. You shivered, suddenly very aware of just how cold it’d become. He took off his jacket, placing it around your shoulders. You smiled gratefully at him as you started making your way back to the Impala.

     Dean threw his arm over your shoulder. He leaned in, his lips grazing your ear. “What say we get a separate room tonight, and I can really show you what you’ve been missing?”

     You giggled as you leaned back, meeting his desirous stare. “That wasn’t proof enough?” you asked, motioning your head behind you.

     Dean chuckled, his voice dropping low. “Oh, honey, that was just a taste.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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[taytootwisted]

— 1. Who was the last person you held hands with? Jamel

2. Are you outgoing or shy? Outgoing

3. Who are you looking forward to seeing? :)

4. Are you easy to get along with? Ehh for the most part

5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you? Fuck yeah

6. What kind of people are you attracted to? I like quiet men lol

7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now? Wow I don’t think so

8. Who from the opposite gender is on your mind? :)

9. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable? Not really

10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with? Tee

11. What does the most recent text that you sent say? Goodmorning

12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now?

Callin my phone, trackstar, off the yak, no more parties, goat

13. Do you like it when people play with your hair? Yes, makes me sleepy

14. Do you believe in luck and miracles? Sometimes

15. What good thing happened this summer? We’re in a pandemic idrk

16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again? Sure

17. Do you think there is life on other planets? Yes!

18. Do you still talk to your first crush? No lol

19. Do you like bubble baths?ehhh haven’t had one in years

20. Do you like your neighbors? I’ve only seen him once in a year maybe twice 😂

21. What are you bad habits? Smoking & procrastinating

22. Where would you like to travel? The tropics

23. Do you have trust issues? Yeah pretty severe

24. Favorite part of your daily routine? The blunt I face after work

25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with? Ehhh just wish I wasn’t as tiny

26. What do you do when you wake up? Wake up?¿

27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker? Darker

28. Who are you most comfortable around?my family & friends

29. Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up? Yep

30. Do you ever want to get married? Nope

31. If your hair long enough for a pony tail? Yes need a cut

32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with? Hmmmm lol

33. Spell your name with your chin. It just clicks buttons

34. Do you play sports? What sports? I use to! Soccer, basketball, track & volleyball

35. Would you rather live without TV or music? TV

36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them? Duh

37. What do you say during awkward silences? Nothing they don’t really bother me

38. Describe your dream girl/guy? Tall dark handsome rich & kind & quiet & loves me more than life

39. What are your favorite stores to shop in? I haven’t went shopping in so long I’m really crusty lol

40. What do you want to do after high school?HAHAHA

41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance? Not everyone, but yes

42. If your being extremely quiet what does it mean? I’m in my thoughts

43. Do you smile at strangers? Sometimes

44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean? Let’s go to space babe

45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning? Survival

46. What are you paranoid about? Nothing currently

47. Have you ever been high? Yep

48. Have you ever been drunk? Yep

49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about? Nope

50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore? Grey

51. Ever wished you were someone else? Timmy Turner

52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself? A fatter ass but we working on it

53. Favourite makeup brand? Elf

54. Favourite store?

55. Favourite blog? Tumblr duh

56. Favourite colour? Yellow

57. Favourite food? Spanish

58. Last thing you ate? Noodles

59. First thing you ate this morning? Nada but I want chic

60. Ever won a competition? For what? One time I won selling the most cookie dough for school in like 6th grade 🤣

61. Been suspended/expelled? For what? About 30 times, a bit defiant

62. Been arrested? For what? Shoplifting & weed charges

63. Ever been in love? Very much so

64. Tell us the story of your first kiss? I think I was like in 7th grade I met up w the boy I had a crush on to hang at the park he was on a scooter. We did a lil peck kiss lol

65. Are you hungry right now? Yes!! I want chic

66. Do you like your tumblr friends more than your real friends? Don’t have any tumblr friends :/

67. Facebook or Twitter? Twitter

68. Twitter or Tumblr? Both

69. Are you watching tv right now? Nope

70. Names of your bestfriends? Tee, Bri, Ale, Mel, Kev,

71. Craving something? What?omg ur gonna keep asking huh CHIC

72. What colour are your towels? Pink, cream, flower print, brown

72. How many pillows do you sleep with? Three

73. Do you sleep with stuffed animals? Yes

74. How many stuffed animals do you think you have? 1 right now

75. Favourite animal? Cheetah

76. What colour is your underwear? Black

77. Chocolate or Vanilla? Vanilla

78. Favourite ice cream flavour? Chocolate chip cookie dough

79. What colour shirt are you wearing? Blue

80. What colour pants? No pants

81. Favourite tv show? Wentworth currently

82. Favourite movie? Too hard

83. Mean Girls or Mean Girls 2? Original duh

84. Mean Girls or 21 Jump Street? 21 jump street lol

85. Favourite character from Mean Girls?

86. Favourite character from Finding Nemo? Dory

87. First person you talked to today? Nobody yet

88. Last person you talked to today? Today just started

89. Name a person you hate? Nobody

90. Name a person you love? My mom

91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now? Nope I’m good

92. In a fight with someone? Nope :)

93. How many sweatpants do you have? Probably like 10

94. How many sweaters/hoodies do you have? Probably like 10 lol

95. Last movie you watched? Something in Netflix I forget

96. Favourite actress? Nope

97. Favourite actor? Nope

98. Do you tan a lot? No I’m pasty as shit

99. Have any pets? Nope lonely lol

100. How are you feeling? I’m feeling good I think today is gonna be a good day

101. Do you type fast? Yea

102. Do you regret anything from your past? There’s one thing I wish I could go back & change

103. Can you spell well? I believe so

104. Do you miss anyone from your past? Yes

105. Ever been to a bonfire party? Yes

106. Ever broken someone’s heart? Yes

107. Have you ever been on a horse? No :/

108. What should you be doing? Nothing it’s 630 am

109. Is something irritating you right now? Nope

110. Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt? Yes :/

111. Do you have trust issues? HUGE

112. Who was the last person you cried in front of? Uh...... the girls at the viewing

113. What was your childhood nickname? Birdy

114. Have you ever been out of your province/state? Yes

115. Do you play the Wii? I have

116. Are you listening to music right now? Nope

117. Do you like chicken noodle soup? Yes

118. Do you like Chinese food? Yes!

119. Favourite book? Not sure

120. Are you afraid of the dark? No

121. Are you mean? Sometimes

122. Is cheating ever okay? No but it happens

123. Can you keep white shoes clean? Yes

124. Do you believe in love at first sight? No

125. Do you believe in true love? Yes

126. Are you currently bored? No this is entertainment

127. What makes you happy? Food, love, money

128. Would you change your name? No

129. What your zodiac sign? Cancer

130. Do you like subway? Eh

131. Your bestfriend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? Omg this already happened I fucking snapped :/ we’re ok now tho

132. Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? Tee

133. Favourite lyrics right now? She’s a runner she’s a trackstar

134. Can you count to one million? I guess so

135. Dumbest lie you ever told? I don’t really lie too much

136. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed? Closed

137. How tall are you? 5”3’

138. Curly or Straight hair? Both

139. Brunette or Blonde? Blonde

140. Summer or Winter? Summer

141. Night or Day? Both

142. Favourite month? June

143. Are you a vegetarian? No

144. Dark, milk or white chocolate? Once in awhile all three

145. Tea or Coffee? Yea

146. Was today a good day? Just started

147. Mars or Snickers? Neither

148. What’s your favourite quote? Get me lit ima slut fr

149. Do you believe in ghosts? Sure

150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page? “I’m happy to do it either way.”

[icaruspendragon]

— Get to know me! 

The last time I filled this out was in July of 2017 and I just wanted to see how my answers changed, the new answers are in parentheses. 

1. Who was the last person you held hands with? A boy named Igor (My husband John Paul)  2. Are you outgoing or shy? Shy (Shy)  3. Who are you looking forward to seeing? My mom today! (JP when he gets home from work lolol)  4. Are you easy to get along with? I would say yes, I don’t really fight with anyone. (same)  5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you? He already has haha. (same answer, different person) 6. What kind of people are you attracted to? Kind people. (same, also boys with long hair)  7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now? Yes (I sure hope so)  8. Who from the opposite gender is on your mind? Igor (Zuko lmao)  9. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable? Nope (same)  10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with? Patrick (JP)  11. What does the most recent text that you sent say? “You can be anything you want. I’ll support you.” ( “I was just training.” ) 12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now? The most recent Bastille album lol. ( Waves by Bastille, Rosie by John Mayer, Swimming In The Moonlight by Bad Suns, Thank Me Later by Anna of the North, and Jackie and Wilson by Hozier)  13. Do you like it when people play with your hair? YES ( same)  14. Do you believe in luck and miracles? Yes (kinda)  15. What good thing happened this summer? Going to Gay Pride in Nashville (I got married)   16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again? HELL YEAH (ye)  17. Do you think there is life on other planets? Yes (same)  18. Do you still talk to your first crush? No (same)  19. Do you like bubble baths? Yes (same)  20. Do you like your neighbors? I don’t really talk to my neighbors (no i do not like them)  21. What are you bad habits? I doubt myself a lot. (I used to do a shit ton of cocaine and still want to do a lot of cocaine haha)  22. Where would you like to travel? YES (same)  23. Do you have trust issues? YES (same)  24. Favorite part of your daily routine? Cuddling with my cats after I wake up. (going to bed lol)   25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with? I love myself totally. (All I want in this world is a fat ass)  26. What do you do when you wake up? Check my phone. (crawl over my still slumbering husband to quietly get ready for work)  27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker? Neither. I am fine just the way that I am. (yeah same)  28. Who are you most comfortable around? Mackenzie. (JP)  29. Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up? Yes. (same)  30. Do you ever want to get married? I think so. (I am married)  31. Is your hair long enough for a pony tail? Yes. (same)  32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with? None. (same)  33. Spell your name with your chin.  bdfdfmkljde (ber5klkier) 34. Do you play sports? What sports? No, I’m in band. (no, but I was in band for 11 years)  35. Would you rather live without TV or music? TV (same)  36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them? Yes. (same)  37. What do you say during awkward silences? Nothing. That’s what makes them awkward. (lol, yeah) 38. Describe your dream girl/guy? Tall, dark, English major. (same)  39. What are your favorite stores to shop in? Amazon lmao. (i’m a slut for etsy and i greatly enjoy candy stores)  40. What do you want to do after high school? I’m already done with high school thank God. ( i dunno)  41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance? It depends. (No)  42. If you’re being extremely quiet what does it mean? Nothing. (probably thinking about zutara tbh)  43. Do you smile at strangers? Yes, I’m from the South. I think it’s ingrained in my DNA to. (yeah)  44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean? Space boi (same)  45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning? That morning wee (work and wee)  46. What are you paranoid about? That none of friends like me and that they’re all just pretending. (same)  47. Have you ever been high? Yes. (same)  48. Have you ever been drunk? Yes. (same)  49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about? Oh honey. (nope)  50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore? Black. (yellow)  51. Ever wished you were someone else? Nope. (ye)  52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself? Nothing.(i. want. a. fat. ass.)   53. Favourite makeup brand? Probably Tarte. (NYX)  54. Favourite store? Ulta (I don’t really have one)  55. Favourite blog? I don’t have one. (I have so many now, omg @babytreehugger @hugs4zuko @pineapple-frenzy @bluelady-atla @aprilmayship and @firelxdykatara are a few of them!)  56. Favourite colour? Light green. (same) 57. Favourite food? Pasta (same)  58. Last thing you ate? Pasta lmao. (does espresso count? if not, then pizza for dinner last night)  59. First thing you ate this morning? I haven’t yet. (espresso, lol, i have yet to have food today)  60. Ever won a competition? For what? Nope. (do band competitions count? if so, yes)  61. Been suspended/expelled? For what? Nope. (same)  62. Been arrested? For what? Nope. (same)  63. Ever been in love? Yes. (yeah boiiii)  64. Tell us the story of your first kiss? I was in seventh grade. It wasn’t great. (that’s pretty much it)  65. Are you hungry right now? No. (also no)   66. Do you like your tumblr friends more than your real friends? No. (no, but more gently this time)  67. Facebook or Twitter? Facebook. (neither tbh)  68. Twitter or Tumblr? Tumblr (same)  69. Are you watching tv right now? No. (same)  70. Names of your bestfriends? Carleigh, Karlee, Maria, Mackenzie, Emily, Josh,  and Allen!! (same, but now i have JP, another Maria, Scott, Corbin, and pretty much all of my sbux coworkers)  71. Craving something? What? Not really haha. (same)  72. What colour are your towels? Different colors. (same)  72. How many pillows do you sleep with? Three. (five lmao)  73. Do you sleep with stuffed animals? Yes. (yes)   74. How many stuffed animals do you think you have? I only have two with me at my apartment, but more at home. (five)  75. Favourite animal? Dragon. (same)  76. What colour is your underwear? Pink. (blue)  77. Chocolate or Vanilla? Vanilla (depends on what is being offered)  78. Favourite ice cream flavour? Vanilla (birthday cake)  79. What colour shirt are you wearing? Gray (red plaid)  80. What colour pants? Blue nike shorts. (red plaid. yes it’s 1:59 pm. yes i’m wearing pajamas)  81. Favourite tv show? Avatar: the Last Airbender.  (same)  82. Favourite movie? The Way He Looks (same)  83. Mean Girls or Mean Girls 2? Mean Girls (ye)  84. Mean Girls or 21 Jump Street? 21 Jump Street (ye)  85. Favourite character from Mean Girls? I don’t have one. (ye)  86. Favourite character from Finding Nemo? I don’t have one. (ye)   87. First person you talked to today? Sage (John Paul)  88. Last person you talked to today? Jaimy (John Paul)  89. Name a person you hate? I don’t hate anyone. (da president)  90. Name a person you love? Mackenzie. He’s kind of my hero. (Same, but also my husband I reckon)   91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now? No one really haha. (same)   92. In a fight with someone? No. (currently, no. in the past? yes. this question is weird)  93. How many sweatpants do you have? One. (still just one)  94. How many sweaters/hoodies do you have? Four or five. (so many)  95. Last movie you watched? Logan (I have no idea about the last movie i watched and also no idea what movie “Logan” is)  96. Favourite actress? I don’t think that I have one. (same)  97. Favourite actor? Avan Jogia. (same i reckon)  98. Do you tan a lot? No. (same)  99. Have any pets? Yes, three cats! (same three cats and now a dog) 100. How are you feeling? Tired. But that’s nothing new. (lmao yeah same)  101. Do you type fast? Yes. (ye)  102. Do you regret anything from your past? Oh honey (ahaha :’) )  103. Can you spell well? Yes. (i am okay)  104. Do you miss anyone from your past? OH BUDDY (ye)  105. Ever been to a bonfire party? Yes. (same) 106. Ever broken someone’s heart? Yes. (same)  107. Have you ever been on a horse? Yes. (same, and never again)  108. What should you be doing? Sleeping. (writing or cleaning)  109. Is something irritating you right now? No. (no)  110. Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt? Yes. (ye)  111. Do you have trust issues? Oh yeah. (ye) 112. Who was the last person you cried in front of? My mom. (JP)  113. What was your childhood nickname? Gertie. (that one and also ‘berkel’)  114. Have you ever been out of your province/state? Yes. (ye)  115. Do you play the Wii? No. (still no)  116. Are you listening to music right now? Yes, the Danish String Quartet. (no)  117. Do you like chicken noodle soup? It’s okay. (it is still just an okay soup)  118. Do you like Chinese food? Hell yeah. (HELL YEAH)  119. Favourite book? Fangirl by Rainbow Rowell. (same)  120. Are you afraid of the dark? I used to be, but not anymore. (yes)  121. Are you mean? No, being mean gets you nowhere in life. (no)  122. Is cheating ever okay? No. (also no)  123. Can you keep white shoes clean? Hell nope. (still nope)  124. Do you believe in love at first sight? No. (sorta kinda)  125. Do you believe in true love? Yes. (yeah)  126. Are you currently bored? A little. (no)  127. What makes you happy? A good book, a cup of coffee, and a cold rainy day. (same)  128. Would you change your name? I used to want to change it to something “normal” but not anymore. (I need to because it’s been six months since i got married and i have yet to legally change my last name)  129. What your zodiac sign? Gemini. I was supposed to be a cancer though, my mom just couldn’t chill lol. (same)  130. Do you like subway? It’s okay. (same)  131. Your bestfriend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?Probably just hope that it goes away. I don’t like change. (still same, except I’d probably tell JP about it)  132. Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? I answered this earlier, and it’s still Patrick. (Still JP)  133. Favourite lyrics right now? The song Blackbird by the Beatles in its entirety. (WAP, in its entirety) 134. Can you count to one million? Yes. ( probably? yes. will i? no.)  135. Dumbest lie you ever told? There is no telling. (that one time i faked my death when I was like, 14.)  136. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed? Closed. (cracked open)  137. How tall are you? 5′4. (still 5′4)  138. Curly or Straight hair? I have curly hair. (same)  139. Brunette or Blonde? I have blonde hair.  (same)  140. Summer or Winter? Winter. (same)  141. Night or Day? Night. (same)  142. Favourite month? December. (same)  143. Are you a vegetarian? No, but I have been in the past. (no)  144. Dark, milk or white chocolate? Milk. (sameO  145. Tea or Coffee? COFFEE (BOTH)  146. Was today a good day? Yes. (it was alright I reckon)  147. Mars or Snickers? Neither. (same)  148. What’s your favourite quote? “fire cannot kill a dragon.” (anything uncle iron says ever)   149. Do you believe in ghosts? Hell yeah. (ye)  150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page? “He was so snug in there that he was able to pretend that he was safe at home, having survived the war, and that he was telling his parents and sister a true war story–whereas the true war story was still going on.” From Slaughterhouse Five by Kurt Vonnegut. ( “‘They plant when they’re hot. It doesn’t mean they’re angry or hungry.’ I hesitated, watching her. ‘You’ve never seen one before, have you?’” From “Parable of the Sower” by Octavia E. Butler) 

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Get to know me?

Yoooo - yall remember Myspace, and people would blog survey posts lol. Well thats me, I’m people. And I just wanna write my lil heart out and avoid all of my real life responsibilities. So found a lil questionnaire thing and I’m gonna fill it out. Also lowkey like doing this every so often so I can look back on it and reflect and see how much I may have grown/changed/shifted viewzzz ya feel? :) 

Sooo here yall go <3 

1. Who was the last person you held hands with?

My neice maybe?

2. Are you outgoing or shy?

People who know me would tell me to put outgoing, but I honestly feel shy on the inside, so it just depends.

3. Who are you looking forward to seeing?

Literally anyone lmao fuck this quarantine

4. Are you easy to get along with?

Definitely

5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you?

Lets hope so

6. What kind of people are you attracted to?

Kind souls <3 always notice how they talk to their friends and family, but even people they don’t know like servers or janitors, etc. that shit matters heavy.

7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now?

Probably not

8. Who from the opposite gender is on your mind?

A few homies

9. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable?

Nah not really, just depends

10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with?

Not sure -it’s been a min since I had a “deep” connection or convo that I can remember - but was probably with my bestie R’Bo

11. What does the most recent text that you sent say?

“Google that shit” lmao me, giving advice to my friends

12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now?

TOUGH!!!! After Hours by The Weeknd is up there, Cayendo by Frank Ocean (been jamming his shit HAARD lately) and Inside Friend by Leon Bridges & John Mayer….but also been listening to albums - like Childish’s new album, Floreyyy for lo-fi shit, and also got into 070 Shake recently just to name a few.

13. Do you like it when people play with your hair?

FUCK YA

14. Do you believe in luck and miracles?

Yeah budddyy

15. What good thing happened this summer?

Idk, my bday party was lit?? And lots of river floats happened

16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?

Lol

17. Do you think there is life on other planets?

Cant deny that there isn’t so yaaa

18. Do you still talk to your first crush?

No

19. Do you like bubble baths?

Yes

20. Do you like your neighbors?

Just moved, so don’t know em

21. What are you bad habits?

Procrastination lol and biting my nails

22. Where would you like to travel?

Literally ANNNYY-fuckin-WHERE!

23. Do you have trust issues?

Hmm I wanna say generally no, but I also always keep it one hunnnid with myself, and as much as I’d like to say I don’t have any - I think I def have insecurities with myself, that have the potential to become “trust issues” in certain relationships, but overall no. I live by the whole “you have my trust til you fuck it up” mantra

24. Favorite part of your daily routine?

Coffee in the morning lately, missed it and forgot how energized it makes me - gives me time to wake up and reflect/set daily goals

25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with?

Stomach forever :((((

26. What do you do when you wake up?

Scroll on my phone, pee usually, or feed my cat lol

27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker?

Tanner maybe?

28. Who are you most comfortable around?

My mom or my best friend R’Bonney - but any of my close friends and fam honestly

29. Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up?

Not directly

30. Do you ever want to get married?

Lol ok, so this is always changing…but lately (and by lately I mean the past few years) its been a no. I’m open minded though and am aware that I’m always changing my mind sooo who knows

31. Is your hair long enough for a pony tail?

yeppperoo

32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with?

Honestly, those aren’t my “thing” lollike id prob laugh or be awkward or just have to be hellllla drunk - but like I wouldn’t mind Jason Momoa and Tom Hardy tossin me around

33. Spell your name with your chin.

hjaylkee

34. Do you play sports? What sports?

Scocer back in the day - actually went and kicked it like a week ago for the first time in YEARSSSS - felt so damn good

35. Would you rather live without TV or music?

TV, music forreeevverrr

36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them?

Lol story of my life

37. What do you say during awkward silences?

“Soooo” then probably ask a question or some shit lol

38. Describe your dream girl/guy?

Hmmm…definitely have to be funny/have a good sense of humor. They’d have to be open-minded for sure. Up for trying new things, places, cultures, food, music, etc. Just have an adventurous spirit I guess when it comes to that. Have a good line of communication/openness - and just be able to have a deep/intellectual convo about anything and everything. Bonuses: taller than me, likes cooking, and going to music shows.

39. What are your favorite stores to shop in?

Amazon lol I hate shopping

40. What do you want to do after high school?

To go back to high school :( lmao so much id re-do, cant believe its almost been a decade

41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance?

Hell yeah, this is life my dudes, dont take it so seriously - we all fuck up at some point or another

42. If your being extremely quiet what does it mean?

Something is on my mind for sure, or im just tired lol

43. Do you smile at strangers?

Yeah

44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean?

DAMNNN WHAT so hard - I guesss if I had to pick, space…just because it’s more rare/harder to do I’d think.

45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning?

My cat lol with his meowing ass

46. What are you paranoid about?

Lowkey a lot lol

47. Have you ever been high?

8)

48. Have you ever been drunk?

Who hasn’t????

49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about?

naw

50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore?

Black probably, like half my wardrobe

51. Ever wished you were someone else?

Of course

52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself?

My bad habits

56. Favourite colour?

Yelllllow :)

57. Favourite food?

Oh gaaawwd, literally anything - lately: PB&J’s, fries, wings, Mediterranean, Mexican, pickles, ice cream, ramenzzzz

58. Last thing you ate?

Pistachios

59. First thing you ate this morning?

Cofffeeee w creamer

60. Ever won a competition? For what?

Idk, not off the top of my head - maybe something back in elementary

61. Been suspended/expelled? For what?

Nah

62. Been arrested? For what?

Yeah lmao

63. Ever been in love?

Yes

64. Tell us the story of your first kiss?

No its really not that interesting and idc to type it out

65. Are you hungry right now?

24/7/365

66. Do you like your tumblr friends more than your real friends?

Lol yes a few of them <333

67. Facebook or Twitter?

FB

68. Twitter or Tumblr?

Tumblr

69. Are you watching tv right now?

Noooo

70. Names of your bestfriends?

R’Bonney is number 1

71. Craving something? What?

Foooood, and companionship? Lol

72. What colour are your towels?

Idk, random, mostly blue

72. How many pillows do you sleep with?

A lot lol

73. Do you sleep with stuffed animals?

Lol no, but I have my one from my childhood in my room

74. How many stuffed animals do you think you have?

1 - shout out to you Mr.Fluffy

75. Favourite animal?

I am fascinated by sharks; and like gators/crocs. But I have mad respect for elephants, they’re sooo damn smart and beautiful.

76. What colour is your underwear?

Dont have any on

77. Chocolate or Vanilla?

BITCHHHH CHOC

78. Favourite ice cream flavour?

All of them

79. What colour shirt are you wearing?

Tie-dye

80. What colour pants?

none

81. Favourite tv show?

Game of Thrones prob

82. Favourite movie?

Avatar or Shawshank Redemption

87. First person you talked to today?

Sissy

88. Last person you talked to today?

Friend on FT

89. Name a person you hate?

No one, maybe Trump? lol

90. Name a person you love?

Everyone, fr fr

91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now?

Nah

92. In a fight with someone?

Nah

93. How many sweatpants do you have?

Not enough <3

94. How many sweaters/hoodies do you have?

Not enough <3

95. Last movie you watched?

The Decline on Netflix, short lil foreign oil, was deep/interesting

96. Favourite actress?

Not sure-Sandra Bullock? Or Meryl

97. Favourite actor?

Denzel or Morgan Freeman

98. Do you tan a lot?

Nah not anymore honestly

99. Have any pets?

Yessss

100. How are you feeling?

Mediocre

101. Do you type fast?

Ya

102. Do you regret anything from your past?

Im sure

103. Can you spell well?

Ya

104. Do you miss anyone from your past?

Lol im nostalgic af, so yes

105. Ever been to a bonfire party?

Yes litttty tittyyy

106. Ever broken someone’s heart?

Probably :(

107. Have you ever been on a horse?

Hell yeah brother, I’m from TX

108. What should you be doing?

So much shit lol

109. Is something irritating you right now?

The fact that I ain’t doing all the shit I should be lol

110. Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt?

Yooo yes

112. Who was the last person you cried in front of?

Prob my sister or my mom?? Lol I cry a lot, idk and idc

113. What was your childhood nickname?

Hayls?

114. Have you ever been out of your province/state?

Yes

115. Do you play the Wii?

Back in the day

116. Are you listening to music right now?

Surprisingly, no

117. Do you like chicken noodle soup?

Nah, unless maybe if its homemade

118. Do you like Chinese food?

Yeah occasionally, more of a Thai food chick or Japanese

119. Favourite book?

Kite Runner

120. Are you afraid of the dark?

Low-key sometimes lol

121. Are you mean?

Hell noooo

122. Is cheating ever okay?

Ok, this is an interesting one lol I mean no, it’s not “okay” - since it usually constitutes lying/hiding/hurting someone - BUTTTT, for a lack of a better term - I wanna say it’s “normal”? But thats because I, personally, am on the fence about the concept of monogamy. Like no, I’ve never cheated nor experienced that in return - but the whole concept of monogamy and like that a person can love and only love or be with one person is WILLLLDDD and I can’t help but note that its a social construct that we, as a society, are conditioned to from the time we are born. Idk if that makes sense bc im high af lol but those are my thoughts…like to sum it up - cheating is fucked up and sucks, but at the same time its not all that surprising/shocking anymore, like borderline “normalized” just as divorces are and shit, so I feel like bc biologically we aren’t made to be with one person lol. I don’t condone it tho. Thanks for coming to my TedTalk.

123. Can you keep white shoes clean?

Hell to the naw naw

124. Do you believe in love at first sight?

Hmmm idk about that one, but also can’t deny it

125. Do you believe in true love?

Yeah of course, you’re talking to a hopeless romantic

126. Are you currently bored?

I guess we could say that

127. What makes you happy?

Food and close, loved ones

128. Would you change your name?

Nah, too much paper work

129. What your zodiac sign?

Cancer, with my lil moody, sensitive ass

130. Do you like subway?

I did lol

131. Your bestfriend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?

Story of my mf life lol literally all my exes are “best friends turned lovers” situation, so guess it would just depend lmao

132. Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?

133. Favourite lyrics right now?

Lol oh godddd; ok off the top of my head - Tupac - Keep Ya Head Up is what comes to mind; just a timeless song and the lyrics are still relevant/apply to this day and idk just really resonate with the message behind that song <3

135. Dumbest lie you ever told?

Idk, but it was probably SO dumb, and told to my parents lol

136. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed?

Either or, lately open so my cat can go in and out lol

137. How tall are you?

5’6 mayyybeee 5’5 actually lol

140. Summer or Winter?

Fall!!

141. Night or Day?

Def a lil night owl, always have been

142. Favourite month?

April and October for weather at least

143. Are you a vegetarian?

No but I try, and go through phases, I’m definitely mindful the older I get and more focused on my health I become

144. Dark, milk or white chocolate?

FUCKIN ALLLLL

145. Tea or Coffee?

Coffee but I like tea too, just seem to drink coffee more regularly

146. Was today a good day?

The grateful-to-just-be-alive in me wants to say yes lol but idk, felt off/unaccomplished and cried a lot, so no.

147. Mars or Snickers?

Snickers

148. What’s your favourite quote?

“This too shall pass”

149. Do you believe in ghosts?

Sure why not

150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page?

“After all, what he had always wanted was just that: to know new places.” -The Alchemist, Paulo Coelho