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bunnykass · 3 years ago

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INARIZAKI AS FEELING IVE HAD WITH GUYS IN HIGH SCHOOL

this was supposed to be funny but became very reflective and sorta emotional for me. therapeutic tho😌

TW: mentions of underage n*des, cursing, grammar and spell errors

KITA - the senior in my law class freshman year.

He was country, would wear cowboy boots to class and levi’s (i live in texas). He was a eagle scout. very sweet boy. always brought coffee in those cups to class,and he drove a range rover. i’d share sunflower seeds with him all the time and id make fun of him cause instead of breaking the shell and eating the inside, he’d just eat the shit whole. but like i said he was 18 and I was 14. more of crush we never really did anything, one time though he did argue with me on snapchat about immigration and the annexation of hawaii. He had a brother who was a freshman, and in the beginning of the second seamstress I would flirt with him but again me and never did anything.

OMINI - my freshman english teacher

(tw mentions of sexual assault, grooming, teacher-student relationship)

LMAOO. i had just gotten really into lolita (gross🤮) and so I would literally talk to older guys on the internet (one time i met up with marine even though I was like 15) ANYWAY, so when I started his class i was like damn we about to have a ezra and aria shit. he was super nice to “pretty girls” and “pretty boys” what I mean by that if you weren’t the beauty standard, he was kinda a dick to you. one time he pissed me off though cause he lost a assignment, made me re-do it but only gave me a 70, and i lost interest in him after that. he also accused me of defamation of character because i found his mugshot and was showing everyone.btw he was accused of SEXUAL ASSUALT??? but apparently the mugshot was fake or wasn’t him i don’t remember. he never counted me late or absent tho

ARAN - my best friend

been friends with this kid sense 8th grade. He was in love with this girl though that was leading him on all though out middle school but i really had a crush on him by the time high school started he had gotten over her. when we were freshmen’s he told the whole football team I was a whore cause i wouldn’t send him nudes (i know this sounds bad but i promise it wasn’t plus this was 3-4 years ago) so we didn’t talk to each other till summer going into sophomore year. me and him are still friends and we literally hang out almost every weekend, i love him and he’s loves me. he’s very thing i’d want in a boyfriend but because we’ve been friends for so long doing intimate things with each other like sex seems weird. While we both wish we could be in a relationship we both realstically know it wouldn’t work :(. <3

GINJIMA - my freshmen boyfriend

had fallen in love with me when like school started but like my best friend aran said, i was whoreing’ (not really tho cause i’m still a virgin) so when he asked me to homecoming I was like no. but eventually through out the school year me and him got closer we had like 3 classes together, 2 of them were back to back so we were jus cute like that. my first legit relationship, he was nerdy as hell and the biggest fucking dork. my freshmen year I was what the yt would call a hot cheeto girl and i weighed a lot more back then and he was 6’2-skinny white boy so we fucking looked like glora and melman from madagascar. were like discord moderator and daddy’s kitten shit. he was funny but he was really mean to me and because i was very insecure at the time i lacked setting boundary’s so i’d just take it. he also bought me a roku which i still have today, he was always buying me shit, and i taught him how to take dick pics. he was the first guy that didn’t just like me for my fat tits but i felt like the only way i could keep him around was by oversexualizing myself which ultimate let to him breaking up with me :( honestly no hard feelings though we were both like 15. him an his current girlfriend are so cute, and me and him are cool.

this is a conversation we had a few weeks ago.

SUNA - my yubo boys

my take away from being in highschool is guys do not give a shit about what you look like or how you’re built, unless they’re insecure, and also self-worth. I got on yubo my sophomore year and had it till my junior year. if you don’t know what yubo is its essentially a teen dating app. now i never went to meet these guys irl i have friends who did... and i just want to stay ted bundy would’ve had a field day with these hoes but would engage in online sexting. which ig is illegals cause i was still under 18. at this point in my life i was just so insecure and seeking male validation that i was throwing ass for people over the internet to people i would never meet. this isn’t one person either this is a collective of i don’t even know how many boys. i feel sick thinking about this but i cant take it back and i just have to encourage my sister and potentially future daughters about this.

Miya twins - my tower moments

these two, like the miya twins are very similare but different. I consider them both tower moments because after them two i change completely how i viewed myself and life. if you aren’t familer with tarot the tower card represents sudden and necessary changes usually the situation tends to me negatives and the outcome following is good. these two are also my most recent compared to the other and i’m still dealing with them today which is why i wanted to give a lil intro. idk if yall believe in astrology but those two have gemini in there big 3 and idk i feel like that has a lot to do with our situationship

OSAMU- my theater teachers son

so technically majority of our relationship was middle school but it carried into high school.he was so mean to me up until 8th grade like i said he was my theater teachers son, and he hated her class. at that time his family had so many issues and i think he didn’t have a outlet. my brother had died around the same time so i too was going through shit. while our issues weren’t the same he definitely confined in me a lot and trusted me with so many things, i don’t think a boy/guy ever just laid everything on me like that and it wasn’t in a “be my therapist” kinda way. he fucked up though, we were in musical theater behind the stage in a closet. his mom was just a couple feet away in the audiences teaching class. me and him were talking per usual, and without a warning he put his tongue down in my mouth. and tried putting his hand down my bra. i was so fucking scared i had never been touched like that. it was my first kiss and i didn’t even tell him he could do that to me. i obviously stopped taking to him after that until the summer going into freshman year when we started sending nudes back snd forth. i don’t like to blame people for my problems but i think i began to hyper sexualize myself because of him. when i wouldn’t send him shit he’d block me, ive finally outgrown him as i now my self worth know occasionally i’ll unblock him and hang out with him for fun but it’s nothing serious. he’s stuck on me like tic though and always bring up the fact he kissed me once in 8th grade 🙄

ATSUMU - my “twinflame”

he was a year older then me and i met him on snap chat that should’ve been a red flag. we started by sending nudes but eventually we started to develop feelings however as soon as things got serious he’d pull out. when his relations with other girls wouldn’t work out he’d always come back to me during that time together he’d love bomb me. take me on dates make out with each other in front of hobby lobbies on sunday, my happiness started to depend on if he talked to me or not and this went on forever. by the time quaratine happened he blocked me because he got a girlfriend? idk if that’s why he blocked me but i assumed that eventually he unblocked me because pussy that good. i gave this man so much power over my life that when i took it back i truly learned by self worth. i will never tell this man this but because of all the shit he pulled on me i’m actually confident. i don’t regret meeting him. occasionally he does try to pull his shit on me and i play along with him. i think the reason i can’t let my gemini boys go is because i’m too scared for a relationship but i know that no matter what they’re both their for fun 😌.

#inarizaki #tw #aran ojiro #kita shinsuke #osamu miya #atsumu miya #suna rintarō #ginjima hitoshi #haikyu

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kontextmaschine · 5 years ago

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So part of what’s going to be confusing about the cultural shift coming up that I’m trying to prepare everyone for, is America still kind of has this image from a 60s model where “blue” = urban = liberationary and “red” = rural = authority.

But part of the story of the last decade was that broke down, after the financial crisis as money and good bourgeois concentrated in the cities and grew comfortable in power, we saw what “blue authority” looks like.

And since even red and grey tribe elites tend to live in “blue” territory that was taken as a sign of a national social “tightening”

But this whole time there has been a characteristically red-liberation proceeding apace. As resources and well-behaved gentlefolk drain from rural areas, as all the budget and staffing changes since the 90s realignment work their way through the system, “red” areas - where more “blue people” live than vice versa are becoming increasingly lawless.

Explosives, guns, and wilderness vehicles that urbanites don’t even realize are legal (if they even are) are popular forms of recreation; the forces of law & order are too under-resourced to get a hold of the physical territory let alone the internet and black and grey markets powered by organized crime thrive

It’s not like a federal court system overloaded with immigration and everything necessary to make the country actually run has capacity to spare on “sexting”, either, so you’re growing a sexual culture that based more on schoolgirls, prostitutes, and schoolgirl prostitutes than Japan

Gangs spawn counter-gangs, “protector of the sheep” becomes more an identity than a role, dissident local elites maintain their own military forces and challenge central authority

In Indian Country it has become common knowledge there’s no law binding the white man and they roam free raping, killing and taking slaves.

Meanwhile Christian-identified cultural conservatism has either elevated its members to middle class mainstream and passed them on to blue culture or totally failed to reproduce itself, God-fearing church-going Christian college girls go on Tinder to check “date a girl” off their list

Not completely unprecedented, the ‘60s outlaw motorcycle gang vogue and ‘70s back-to-the-land stuff was kind of about rural lawlessness as liberation. God knows “available drugs and sex with young women” was part of the mythos of Woodstock, or the rural outlaw raves of the British Summer of Love.

(Over those few years, to the traditional sounds of an English summer – the drone of lawnmowers, the smack of leather on willow – was added a new noise)

But no one thought of that as the plot of the last decade, because everyone thought “blue” culture was in the driver’s seat, would be in the driver’s seat for the every 30-years-or-so shift where we resolve social tensions by expelling a section of the respected polity and voiding their claims. That’s what “Flight 93 Election” was about.

But they charged the cockpit, and by now, basically, every part of the turnaround and mechanism of the purge is locked in. Blue culture’s tribunes yell just as much before but you notice they’re not trying to claim any new ground, they’re indignantly pointing out that things they thought they secured are being challenged.

Bluechecks have stock, reflexive Aimee Terese dismissals now because now they operate in a discursive world where they have to account for Aimee Terese.

And whether you were waiting for “liberatory culture” or “red culture” or “rural culture” to come back it is not going to be what you remember it as

#2019

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purplesurveys · 5 years ago

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How do you feel about the last person you hugged? That hug with Gabie was almost four weeks ago, buuuut she’s my girlfriend and I love her a lot, and I can trust her with everything. Do you ever say 'OMG' in person? Yeah but I try to lessen it now because I think I’m literally the only one left who still has the tendency to say the initials hahaha. Who was the last person you really felt like punching? This fucker named Sam Morales. A trans woman – this’ll be important later on – tweeted out their story about how Sam catfished her for 8 months and even recruited her friends to join in on the catfishing, and apparently it was all borne from Sam’s homophobia and transphobia. The girl revealed that Sam was bullied by gay boys when she was younger, so it sparked a lifelong hatred for LGBTQIA+ individuals and ever since then she’s been targeting just them for her catfishing. When the woman told her story, a lot of other LGBTQIA+ folks came forward with their similar experiences with Sam and her cronies. It’s a big deal because as it turns out, Sam has a pretty reputable position in the local media industry, has rubbed shoulders with important celebrities, and has done ads for companies like H&M that we unknowingly pass by everyday, so it’s been infuriating having to hear someone use her position to abuse those already in a marginalized position, and having to use her childhood trauma to traumatize others. Are you taller for your age, shorter, or average? Average for a Filipino, shorter if we’re talking global lol. Did you tell your last girlfriend/boyfriend that you love them? Yeah I make sure to remind her everyday.

How do you know the last person you hung out with? We went to the same school for 14 years but we were personally introduced to each other in Grade 7. If you went to the beach right now, what would you bring? A pair of bikinis, a beach robe, sunscreen, flip-flops, the bottle of soju my dad just bought for me this morning haha, my wallet for extra cash, and Gabie. Where did you get the clothes you wore today? My shirt is from the school intramurals for when I was a sophomore and my bitch of a teammate insisted that we have our own table tennis ~jerseys, even though we didn’t really need it. But she didn’t take no for an answer so I relented and now I have this dumb shirt that wasn’t even free. My shorts are from some store and I just bought it cos I needed it as part of a costume a few years ago, so now I just wear it around the house. What's better: a surprise or knowing you're going to get it? I like knowing there’s a surprise in store, but I prefer not knowing what the surprise is just yet. Just tell me I have a surprise and I won’t be antsy, haha. Does your weight have three numbers in it? Nope. Can you taste the difference between store brand food and brand name food? We don’t buy store-brand food, so I don’t know if I’d be able to tell the difference. Do you know anyone whose last name starts with P? Sure, there’s a number of people - Pia, Summer, Hannah, Kate, Reiven, etc. When's the last time you were on neopets? 2007. Someone wakes you up at 3am, what's your first thought? Ok first of all, big chance I’d still be up by then lmao. But hypothetically, if I was woken up that late I’d be...groggy at first, then when that fades I’d be a little pissed. What's the last time you got in a vending machine? Bottled water. What was the last thing your parents got mad at you for? My mom got mad when she found out I lent my new UP varsity jacket to a friend even though it was to help out that friend, who had to walk through the rain but didn’t have an umbrella -_____- I don’t remember my dad getting mad at me recently. Have you ever had a bathing suit fall off of you while swimming? Yep but it was always while swimming at the beach/in the sea so I was thankfully always hidden haha. Where do you go when you skip school? If I wanna skip the whole day I just stay at home. But if there’s one or two classes I feel like cutting in the middle of the day, I stay at my org’s common area which is somewhere in the college. Do your pets have favorites? My dog definitely loves me more than anyone else in my family. He still growls at each of them at times. Do find flirting over IM easier then in person? OMG noooo I hate doing stuff like that on IM/text. I can’t even sext, I find it too awkward having to type out actions or parts of the anatomy shjdgfdjfkdhg. What were you thinking about five minutes ago? I was playing Mario Kart on the Switch that long ago so I was most likely concentrated on not fucking up and ending on the off-road area. Have you ever heard the last person you laughed with swear? Yes. If the last person you called were in the hospital, would you visit them? For sure. I’d bring my dad’s quarantine pass and go through all the checkpoints. Are there any dirty dishes in the room you're in? Nope. How many people could sleep comfortably in the room you're in? It’s the dining room so it’s not the most conducive for sleeping... but uhhh I guess around 10-15 can fit here, as long as we remove the dining table and chairs and replace everything with mattresses. Would you like to have a treadmill in your house? I wouldn’t mind if we had one. What's the longest you've ever liked someone without telling them? I only seriously liked Gabie and it took me arounddd 11 months. Do/did you prefer your english or math teacher? I’m not taking either subject anymore. Would you rather live with your parents or your grandparents? Parents. I love all my grandparents, though. I just feel like the generation gap is strongest there and that we have a different set of religious and political beliefs, and so staying with them long enough would only drive me insane. Where were you 3 hours ago? I was in the living room playing the Switch. Did you prank anyone on April fool's day? That’s tomorrow, and no I don’t plan on fooling anyone in my family.

Can/Did you get away with skipping class? Sure did. The only time it backfired was when I cut my Psych 101 elective around 10 times? And my final grade was 1.75. Totally deserved it. When is the last time you were on a swingset? Last December. One of my titas has a playground at their place that I grew up playing in, so I rode the swing for old time’s sake. At sleepovers, do you usually sleep on a bed, couch or floor? Depends on what the friend has to offer. I sleep with Gab and Angela on their beds and when I slept over at Laurice’s she offered us mattresses on the floor. Rita had a couch in their guest room that I called dibs on. When's the last time you wished you could just disappear? Why? Last Thursday when I became the target of bullying in a private group consisting of people in my high school. It didn’t last very long but it still reopened some wounds/trauma I closed long ago, so it sucked for a while. What's the sweetest thing a gf/bf can do to get you to forgive them? Getting me finger food that I like, like Mini Donuts, Potato Corner, or Auntie Anne’s hehe. Do you dislike when surveys ask to describe your underwear? Yeah a little bit lol. It’s uncomfortable but I answer them the best I can anyway.

What was your last sent text about? I haven’t had load on my phone for a couple of weeks. I don’t really need them these days because I’m stuck at home anyway. What would you do if the last person you hugged proposed to you? Ask them if it’s a dare. Who do you talk to the most in science? In my last science-related class (though it was 2 years ago lmao) I was talking to Alliyah the most cos she was the only one I knew in that class. Did you check to see how much fat/calories was in the last thing you ate? No. I know it’s unhealthy, though. If the last person you kissed gave you roses, what would you do? Right now? I’d get mad that she violated quarantine rules just to do that, but I’d be appreciative anyway. Do you need to wash your hair? Not yet.

#survey #surveys

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periilune · 5 years ago

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Answer all 200

damn okay you asked for it:

(this was asked a long time ago and its just being posted now bc its 200 fuckin questions f u kars jk love you)

1. What is your middle name?

Elizabeth

2. Do you have any nicknames?

Liz, Laur, Lau, Squid, Koala, Rhyne, Babe

3. Do you have any allergies?

Not to my knowledge

4. What is the longest your hair has ever been?

Too long,, like I could sit on it

5. Apple or PC?

6. Favorite flavor?

In general probably some kinda cheese but for sweet stuff is cookie dough

7. Have you ever been on a blind date?

Bold of you to assume I’ve even been on a date (no I haven’t)

8. Are you friends with any of your exes?

2 of them actually!

9. What kind of car do you drive?

I can’t even drive,, but I have a Toyota Avalon waiting for me when I can

10. How grammatically correct are you when you text?

It really depends, I’m very correct when texting adults, decent when texting acquaintances, absolute disaster with good friends

11. What foreign country would you most like to visit and why?

Probs the UK or Italy, the UK bc I have several friends there and its very nice, and Italy for good food and good views

12. Creamy or chunky peanut butter?

Creamy all the way

13. Favorite food to pig out on?

Pizza

14. DC or Marvel?

Marvel!

15. Disney or Nickelodeon?

God idk,, probably Nickelodeon

16. Do you have any stickers on your laptop computer?

Yes, one from Kiawah Island (very nice place) and a couple random ones

17. Name/author of the last book you read cover to cover. Do you recommend it?

The Lost Hero by Rick Riordan, considering that was like my 3rd time reading it yeah I do

18. Do you read any magazines?

Nah

19. Coffee or tea?

Not a fan of either, I guess I’d pick coffee

20. What is your go-to Starbucks drink?

Red Velvet Frappucino

21. How many things can do with your weaker hand?

Oh You Know ;) in all honestly not much, I can catch because I used to play softball

22. Last show you binge watched?

Currently binge watching My Hero Academia!

23. Dogs or cats?

Cats

24. Favorite Disney princess?

Mulan or Moana I think

25. Do you like fast food?

Generally yeah

26. Favorite thing to cook for yourself?

Pasta and some type of garlic or cheesy or toasted bread

27. Favorite song to sing in the shower?

Currently Morning in America by John Bellion

28. Have you ever butt dialed anyone?

I don’t think so

29. iPhone/iPad or Android?

Android

30. Any styles of music you do not like?

Most country tbh, excluding John Denver n Carrie Underwood they’re both great

31. Have you ever kissed anyone of the same gender? If so, did you like it?

Not quite, but pretty close. We were dating so I’d say I liked it

32. Have you ever gotten a ticket while driving?

I can’t drive so no!

33. Favorite emoji?

💖 or 🍒 I think

34. Showers or baths?

Showers for convenience, but the occasional bath is nice to relax

35. Is there anything you regret buying?

Some clothes I have I don’t like, my fake airpods that don’t work

36. Are you fluent in more than one language?

Not yet, but I’m learning Spanish!

37. Any movie(s) you can watch over and over again and enjoy just as much every time?

Black Panther, The Last Unicorn, any of The Lord of the Rings trilogy

38. What is the heaviest you have ever weighed?

Around 155-160 pounds

39. Do you have any tattoos? If so, how many and where?

Not yet

40. Have you ever uttered a spoken hashtag?

Yep.

41. Favorite school subject?

I used to love English but not so much anymore, right now in in Psychology and its really cool tbh

42. Favorite non-chocolate candy?

Fuckin uh,, airheads are pretty good

43. Name one celebrity you dislike.

Johnny Depp is a shitty abuser.

44. If you could have one superpower, which one would you most like to have?

Telekinesis I think

45. From 1-10, rate your singing ability.

46. From 1-10, rate your dancing ability.

47. From 1-10, rate your cooking ability.

48. From 1-10, rate your driving ability.

49. Are you religious?

I’m really not sure, I was raised religious but I’m questioning a lot atm

50. Do you drink soda? If so, which one is your favorite?

Yep, I like Cherry Coke

51. Have you ever locked your keys in your car?

No, but I’ve been with someone who has

52. Spring or autumn?

Autumn

53. Do you play any sports?

Not now, but I’ve played soccer, softball, and basketball in the past

54. Can you play any musical instruments?

Nope

55. Are you more introverted or extroverted?

Introverted

56. How easily do you cry?

My dude,, so easily

57. Last musical artist you saw live?

My Lord and Savior Avi Kaplan

58. Favorite YouTube channel?

Not 2 be That person but I genuinely like Markiplier tbh

59. Star Wars or Star Trek?

Star Wars

60. How long have you known your best friend?

Well 1 of them funnily enough our moms knew each other when he was a baby and I was unborn, but we really met in 6th grade. My other best friend I met about 3 years ago :)

61. Have you ever voted for a reality show?

I think so

62. Last CD you bought? uhhhhh maybe a pentatonix cd dunno which one

63. Have you ever ended a romantic relationship?

Nope I’m the one who gets dumped

64. Have you ever been broken up with? See above (3 times)

65. Have you ever been in the audience for the taping of a TV show? Nah

66. How long was your longest relationship? Are you still with that person?

A year and 3 months currently, and yes

67. Have you seen any Broadway plays or musicals?

Nope

68. Have you ever acted in a play or a musical?

Yes! I’ve been in The Wizard of Oz (twice!), Little Shop of Horrors, Seussical the Musical, and the Little Mermaid

69. How flexible are you?

Not very

70. Have you ever sexted? Yes…

71. Do you own any clothes from garage sales or thrift stores?

Yep

72. Real or fake Christmas trees?

We’ve had a fake one my whole life, but I’d like to have a real one some day

73. How many pillows do you sleep with? 2-3

74. How well can you write in cursive?

Not great, but I can get the job done

75. What is your political affiliation?

Not officially affiliated, but rather left

76. Do you like any boy bands?

The Backstreet Boys duh

77. Have you ever broken any bones?

Just a couple small ones in my toe

78. Have you ever gotten any stitches?

Nah

79. Do you have any piercings in places other than your ears?

Not yet

80. What is the oldest piece of clothing you still wear and how old is it? One of my favorite pairs of shorts is pretty old

81.Do you like wearing hats?

Depends on the hat, I have a handful of baseball caps I like

82. Have you ever dyed your hair?

At one point I had the tips dyed purple, but now I regularly dye it to make it slightly lighter and redder

83. From 1-10, how competitive are you?

Like 8 probably, I’m not very athletic but I’m competitive about other things

84. How long have you been at your current job?

Since November 2017

85. Have you ever studied abroad?

Nope

86. Phrase you say the most?

“Oof”

87. Have you ever quit a job?

Nah

88. Have you ever gotten fired from a job?

Nah

89. Have you ever won a trophy? If so, what for?

Yes! For cheerleading competitions, 3rd place in making a video for a club, in a soccer tournament, and probably some others idk

90. Have you ever been a Boy/Girl Scout?

I was a girl scout but that was a while ago

91. Last thing that made you laugh?

Uhh last night some dumb meme my boyfriend showed me

92. Do you eat meat?

Yes

93. Are you more of a morning or a night person?

Night person, but I’m also old so it’s hard to stay up late

94. Worst habit?

Chewing fingernails, isolating myself from people when I’m sad

95. Deepest fear?

Uhhh that everyone who says they care about me is actually lying and talking about me behind my back

96. Do you believe in ghosts?

Yeah pretty much

97. If you could take home any animal from the zoo, what animal would you take?

An otter! I love them

98. Do you consider rapping singing?

I wouldn’t say it’s singing bc its different, but it’s certainly an art form and it has every place in the music industry

99. Favorite costume you wore for Halloween? How old were you?

When i was a ninja that was sick, i was probably 12-13

100. Favorite store to shop at?

For clothes? Maybe Plato’s Closet (nice secondhand place) but I also do a lot of online shopping

101. Have you ever given anyone CPR?

102. Favorite Pokémon?

Cresselia is dope but also Eevee

103. Do you own any homemade clothing?

Probably

104. Do you drink alcohol at all? If so, what is your drink of choice?

I’ve drunk once, vodka mixed with Hawaiian punch and it was p good

105. Have you ever skinny dipped?

No i’m fat

106. Favorite type of cookie?

Warm chocolate chunk

107. Favorite flavor of ice cream?

Oreo or chocolate chip cookie dough. The best thing i’ve ever had was a red velvet oreo milkshake tho

108. Biggest pet peeve?

When people interrupt or ignore me

109. Are you still friends with anyone from high school?

I mean I just graduated so yes

110. Favorite literary character?

Oohhhh, maybe Sam from LoTR? He was the realest friend ever

111. Are your birth parents still together?

Yeah

112. Do you wear or have your ever worn glasses?

Nope, 20/20 babeyyyy

113. How many of your Facebook friends do you actually hang out with?

Like 6, one of those being my mom lol

114. Have you ever been the victim of a prank?

Not that I can remember

115. Do you belong to a fraternity or a sorority?

116. Have you ever taken a nude selfie?

perhaps..

117. Are you adopted?

118. Favorite fandom?

Ugh fandoms r gross, maybe the rwby fandom?

119. Oldest memory?

Trying to strangle myself at pre-school aged 4 lmaoooo

120. Have you ever snorted when you laughed?

A couple times

121. Can you drive stick?

Can’t drive at all!

122. Favorite Disney song?

How Far I’ll Go, or maybe Go The Distance

123. Random boy’s name.

Leo

124. Random girls’ name.

Natalie

125. How often do you eat out at a nice restaurant?

Once a month? Not often, I’ve done it twice in 3 days recently tho bc it was my birthday

126. How many people are in your nuclear family?

3, me and my parents

127. What accent do you consider the most attractive?

Gosh, not to be basic but probably British, although I don’t really know many others

128. What is your Myers-Briggs personality type?

INFP i think? Maybe INFJ

129. What is your astrological sign?

Leo! (capricorn moon and cancer rising)

130. Biggest regret?

Trying to make someone care again who had no intention of doing so

131. What type of shoes do you wear the most?

My checkered vans, I swear I wore them every day of senior year

132. Do you like any soap operas?

133. Do you listen to talk radio?

Not often

134. What sports team(s) do you root for?

SF Giants, Carolina Panthers, Charlotte Hornets, Duke, Kentucky

135. Describe your sense of humor.

Ridiculously stupid, inside jokes

136. Have you ever been hit on by someone of the same gender?

Yeah, my ex-girlfriend lmao

137. Favorite video game?

Overwatch

138. Name a moment in your life when you were pleasantly surprised.

When i got a mf perfect score on my ACT

139. Do you believe in serendipity?

I had to look that up but I guess so

140. Have you ever left a movie theater before the movie was done?

I don’t think so, one time the movie malfunctioned and cut off like an hour in and we had to leave

141. Have you ever felt you were born in the wrong period of history?

Nah, everything has always sucked, but now is somewhat less sucky than before bc we have the internet

142. Is sex before marriage wrong?

143. Have you ever gotten a song you dislike stuck in your head?

Yes omg, fuckin Girls Like You, fuck you Adam Levine

144. Can you handle spicy food?

Only slightly spicy

145. Have you ever called a non-lover a term such as darling, honey, babe, or dear?

I call my friend Ryker babe all the time, and call most of my friends “love”

146. Do you like MTV?

Nah not really

147. Where on your body are you the most ticklish?

Probably ribs area

148. TV show or movie you quote/reference the most?

The Princess Bride is so quotable, so maybe that idk, I quote memes more than anything

149. Have you ever lived with a roommate you didn’t get along with?

Can I say my parents? I’ve never lived not in my house, but I’m about to go to college and I hope I like my roommate

150. Where do you think is the best place to meet a new lover?

Either school or through mutual friends?

151. Have you ever successfully been on a diet?

I mean I’ve lost weight but it wasn’t a diet, just not eating lol

152. Favorite thing to do outside?

Have a photoshoot, jk I love looking at flowers, also swimming is good

153. Where did you go on your last vacation?

Kiawah Island, for grad week

154. Do you say “y'all” at all?

Yes, I live in the south and started using it ironically but now I can’t stop

155. Have you ever lived on a farm?

156. Do you believe in evolution?

There’s scientific evidence for it, so yes

157. What TV channel do you watch the most?

Honestly HGTV those houses are awesome

158. Favorite Beatles song?

Hmmmm, Maybe A Day In The Life or Eleanor Rigby, I Am The Walrus is always good too ngl

159. Have you ever been on TV?

On like the local channels for school awards and such

160. Have you ever been to Disney World or Disneyland?

I went to Disneyland last summer!

161. Do you like horror movies?

Not really, I’m a pussy

162. Do you like to go fishing?

163. Have you ever been hunting?

164. Do you take medication for anything?

Yes, for ye olde depression

165. Name one item from your bucket list.

Get a novel published

166. From 1-10, how much do you like children?

3 maybe, they’re kinda annoying

167. Have you ever thought about your wedding?

Yes, but my ideas have changed over time

168. Have you ever been bungee jumping or skydiving?

No, but I’d like to

169. Favorite flower?

Hmmm Sunflowers? or Snapdragons, or the pink magnolias

170. Do you collect anything?

Enamel pins, and rwby blind box figurines (it’s not an addiction I swear)

171. Who was the last person you told a lie to?

My mom probably

172. Have you ever been a bridesmaid or a groomsman?

Nope

173. Have you ever had a fortune cookie fortune come true?

Not that I know of

174. What was your favorite toy to play with when you were a child?

Hmmmm I had this little Narnia figurine set that I loved, also a bunch of littlest pet shop toys

175. How good are you at math?

Pretty good, I took AP Calculus in high school and got an A, doesn’t mean I liked it

176. Have you ever learned anything from a how-to YouTube video?

Not that I can think of right now

177. Have you ever participated in a science fair?

Yes, it was required in 6th grade

178. Have you ever wished you were born the opposite gender?

Womanhood is difficult and I often wish I did not have to bear it, but I’ve made peace with it

179. Have you ever participated in a public protest?

No, I’m scared

180. Do you have a pool at your house?

181. Have you ever hosted a wild party?

No lol, the wildest was probably my birthday party when we all got high and then had a 1 am McDonalds run because munchies

182. Do you like karaoke?

Not really

183. Have you ever written a love letter?

Kind of yes, I’m rather sappy

184. Have you ever ran a marathon?

God no, I’ve done a lot of 5Ks though

185. How often do you get mad at yourself?

So much, I suck

186. Any guilty pleasures?

Probably shitty old Warrior Cats AMVs, those are great when you’re bored and need to remember your roots

187. Fruits or vegetables?

Vegetables solely because potatoes fuckin slap

188. Do you live in a house or an apartment?

In a house, but I’m about to move into a dorm

189. The countryside or the suburbs?

Suburbs, I’ve lived in them my whole life, also listen to Subdivisions by Rush it’s great

190. Worst job you’ve ever had?

I’ve only had 1 job so I guess working at Chick-fil-A

191. Do you hang out with any of your co-workers?

Yes, one of them was my friend from school as well so I hang out with her regularly

192. Were you ever voted homecoming/prom king or queen?

Nope, but my good friends were prom king and queen!

193. Were you voted a “best” or “most likely to” in high school?

No, but I was “Most Likely To Be President - Girl” in elementary school so take that

194. Have you ever gotten detention?

No I’m a good kid

195. Have you ever babysat?

Yes, we watched disney movies and played dress-up

196. Have you ever taken a road trip just for the fun of it?

Nah, but I’d like to

197. How many drinks get you tipsy?

Idk, I was a little funny after 2 vodka spiked punches so

198. Were you a part of any academic clubs in high school or college?

Certainly yes, Technology Student Association, Beta club, Book club

199. Have you ever given a public speech, aside from your schooling?

I did the sermon one Sunday at church, but I’m not a big fan of public speaking

200. How long have you been on tumblr?

5 years in november! (God thats awful)

@officieel i did it bastard

#asks #officieel #if you've ever wanted to know anything about me here it is

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loverontheleft · 6 years ago

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Ready to Leap (8.2)

AU with B as a band teacher and reader as an English teacher. Fluff and smut anticipated. Chapters 1-7 can be found on my Masterlist.

Brendon x reader. Warnings: language, sexual implications, and content.

MAKE SURE YOU’VE READ CHAPTER 8.1 FIRST.

NOTE: POV WILL SWITCH BACK IN THE MIDDLE OF THIS CHAPTER. It starts as Brendon and will end with the reader.

Word count: 1.3k (this part)

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“Are we still playing our game?” She smiles up at you. “I have more embarrassing stories to get out of you.”

“Well when you ask like that…” you give her a sardonic look and she giggles. Fuck, she’s cute.

“What’s the dirtiest thing you’ve ever done?” You stop to think, and she modifies. “Okay, What’s the dirtiest thing you’ve done while we’ve been together?”

You look down at her, surprised. “You really want to know?” She nods, giving you an innocent smile.

“I’ll go first if you want,” she offers, and you nod. You need to see what she qualifies as dirty, just in case. “Before we were together but were hanging out and on duty together, I’d have these fantasies. That’s where I ‘was,’ when I seemed distracted. Anyway, one day it got to be too much and I just couldn’t focus so I went into the teachers lounge at the end of the hall and fingered myself until I came.” You’re a little stunned and a lot turned on.

“What day was that, honey?”

She blushes a little. “The day I brought you a water bottle at practice and you kept making innuendos about your dick and the tower and you were just - fuck you looked so sexy and I mean. You normally look sexy. This was just a new level and I didn’t know how to handle it and I knew I couldn’t wait to get home so…”

“Wait, that was the same day you walked in on me drumming, isn’t it?” She nods. “Fuck Milton, and you were in that short tight skirt…” you close your eyes and imagine it for a moment. “Fuck.”

She blushes and pokes you in the chest. “Your turn.”

You laugh lightly, definitely already regretting using the true moment and not making something up that was more innocent. “Mine also has to do with personal gratification. I, uhm. The morning I woke up to your panties on my alarm clock, I was so hard and then your fucking lace panties fell into my hand and I jacked off, using them.”

She looks intrigued. “Using them how?”

“You really wanna know?”

She nods. “So hot, hearing this.”

This bolsters you. “Well, I started by just rubbing the lace up and down my dick, and eventually I was rubbing them over my tip in small circles, stroking myself with my other hand harder and harder and finally I came on them.”

Her face is a little flushed and she’s breathing harder than normal. “So sexy Urie,” she moans, propping herself up to suck on your lower lip. When she releases it from her own lips, she looks up at you again. “Honestly, given how much you love pussy, to quote you, I’m surprised you didn’t put them in your mouth.”

You groan and nod. “Thought about it but by the time it occurred to me, I was pretty invested in how that lace was rubbing against my dick and I needed to come. I soaked them in hot water before I brought them to school, don’t worry.”

“I’ll be sure to get you another pair, if you want them.” You nod eagerly, and she blushes.

“Tell me something I don’t know about you, sexually.”

You chuckle a little. “I need you to be more specific, honey. What do you want to know?”

She shrugs. “I don’t know. Any kinks, anything you hate in bed, whatever.”

You think for a moment. “Ohhhh, I know.” You smile at her warmly. “I really, really like dirty talk. But not necessarily just talking. I guess you’d call it sexting? I call it digital foreplay.” You wink at her. “And I’m possessive. Maybe that’s not the right word. Protective? Not jealous or anything. But if we’re out, I don’t mind PDA. I’ll get a little handsy, within reason considering the setting. Just like to tell other guys to fuck off with my actions so you don’t have to. I’m sure you could with no problems; but I don’t even want you in that situation. Not if I can prevent it. Some guys are crazy.” You kiss the top of her head. “And you? What should I know about you sexually?”

She stretches a little, considering. “I don’t mind being teased for the most part. But if you’ve been texting me all day, don’t tease me more at night. Foreplay is great but don’t be a jerk about it.” She grins. “And I like being protected and possessed a bit. If I come out with you somewhere, I want you to want to know where I am and want to make sure I’m okay.” She yawns a little. “I’m really sleepy now,” she mumbles and you pull the covers up over the two of you.

“Go to sleep honey. I’ll wake you up for breakfast.” You kiss her forehead and snuggle down beside her. “But,” you whisper in her ear, “you should know I’m going to start teasing you soon, now that I know you're okay with it. I have a lot of filthy thoughts about you, Milton.”

-||-

His voice is so soothing, you almost don’t even register the words he’s saying. By the time you process them, your eyes are closing and you don’t have the energy to reply.

It seems like only mere moments later that he’s waking you for breakfast and you roll from the bed to the bathroom to attempt to look human.

All of the kids seem well-rested at least, even if you’re still exhausted. You slept well, really you did. You’re just so mentally drained and you feel like you need another 7 hours of sleep.

The kids are packed and you’re all back on the bus. Once everyone is seated, he slides a hand over your thigh, fingers pressing down between your legs. He glances around; the kids are either talking to each other or have their headphones on or are asleep. The parents are just as distracted. He leans in close, and you feel a shiver go through you when his breath caresses your ear. “Wish I could have woken you up with my tongue and fingers in that gorgeous pussy of yours baby. Gotten you so wet for me, eaten you for breakfast in our bed.” You stifle a groan. “But what I’m really thinking about is getting home and spreading you out on my bed and hearing you beg for me. I want you so wet it’s all over your thighs and I get to clean you up with my tongue before I give you what you want.”

It’s going to be a long bus ride and you can’t fucking wait to get back to his home so he can deliver on these promises.

Somewhere around the third hour on the bus, you look over at him. “You are going to take me back to your place and follow through on all of this, aren’t you?” You must look worried because he squeezes your thigh.

“I wouldn’t get you all worked up and not deliver.��

Sure enough, as soon as the band room is cleared of students and parents and mess, he grabs your hand. “Come on, I’m driving.”

“But my car is here,” you protest.

“And I’ll drive us both here in the morning.”

You realize you don’t even care at this point, you just want to be in bed with him. You get in his car.

-||-

“Ohhhh fuck, Brendon,” you gasp when his tongue swipes over you.

“Yeah honey, say my name,” he urges, using a shoulder to spread you wide for him, licking softly. “Love how you just let me have you, baby. So sweet. “

#brendon urie #brendon urie imagine #my work #brendon urie smut #brendon urie x reader #fanfic #imagine #ready to leap #work in progress

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icebirdsmateforlife · 6 years ago

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reach for the sky (part 2)

Sid works a shitty job and uses his free time to put workout videos on the internet. Geno does the same, from the other side of the world.

A/N: Here is the second part. Something like ~3k again. No warnings or anything unless you count references to Sid’s past relationship and an appearance by the ex-boyfriend, who is very nice and is not going to cause trouble in any way, I promise. Thank you all for the comments/messages after the first part. You guys are awesome. <3

Part 1 | Part 2:

It’s a slow day at the store today and the few customers who come through are all kind of rude. Nobody seems to be in a particularly good mood — the weather is cold and grey and Sid feels his own mood slipping as well. He just feels listless and a little down. He’d been feeling so good after emailing Evgeni this morning, but now he thinks he’s getting a cold and the guy who was supposed to do the Saturday shift has called in sick, so he’s agreed to take over. He needs the money, but at the same time he’d really been looking forward to a day off. To maybe hanging out with Flower or Kris or just sleeping in and spending a day doing absolutely nothing. Maybe call Jack. Or David, even. Instead, he’ll be here in this hell hole dealing with grumpy customers for almost half of his precious weekend.

He avoids checking his phone, afraid there won’t be an email waiting for him, that maybe Evgeni has changed his mind about all this and he’s now made an idiot of himself, sending that first mail. On the other hand, it had been Evgeni who’d messaged him first and it had been Evgeni who’d suggested emailing each other. Sid can feel his mood sagging even further for no particular reason at all. Maybe Evgeni actually is going to answer, there’s no reason to get upset about something dumb like this.

When he finally does check his phone over lunch though, there is no email. He sighs and rubs a hand over his face and feels the disappointment heavy in the pit of his stomach. He always gets his hopes up too much with other people. God, he needs some company. Needs to think about something that’s not this awful job or the lonely, tiny apartment he’s going back to afterwards, or his ruined Saturday. He just needs some distraction. A friendly face. Somebody who likes him. And he doesn’t really want to bother Flower with it because Flower has weekend plans with Vero, and also he’s just gonna worry needlessly. And Sid doesn’t want to worry him. It’s been a bad day, nothing else. No reason to upset his best friend.

Before he can overthink it, he sends off a quick text to David, just a simple “Hey, any weekend plans?” and goes back to work.

David answers quickly, his reply waiting for Sid the next time he has a chance to check his phone again.

“I didn’t so far,” he writes. “But I’d be open to suggestions.”

Fuck it all, Sid thinks. It wouldn’t be the first time they’ve spent a weekend together since they broke up. He needs a hug and some company while he waits for this to pass. “If you wanted to come up here for the weekend, I’d have a place for you to stay,” he answers.

“Sounds fun,” David writes back.

Sid grins, feeling something warm trying to push its way through all the frustration and anxiety. “I’m working until 4. Is that okay?”

“I’ll pick you up,” David writes, and Sid definitely feels a little bit better.

“I’m looking forward to it,” he replies, and he really is. He misses him. They don’t get to see each other nearly often enough anymore since David moved away all those months ago.

He has another two hours at work to get through, but the prospect doesn’t sound quite so dark anymore. It’s already Thursday. He can make it through two more days knowing that there’s something to look forward to afterwards.

***

He spends an hour at the gym that evening, burning off the excess energy that constantly seems to be buzzing under his skin lately. He’d stay longer, but Flower almost physically pulls him out the door to have dinner with him because “Vero is out with friends all night and I’m going to go weird if I have to be by myself for so long!”

Sid laughs. “Sorry so tell you this, but you’re already pretty weird.”

Flower slings an arm around his shoulders as he leads Sid out to the parking lot. “I’ll take that as a compliment,” he says.

Sid kind of meant it as one, so that’s okay.

He checks his phone again, just in case, even though it’s the middle of the night for Evgeni.

There’s an email from him, finally, just sent about an hour and a half ago. Sid grins and stares at his phone until Flower elbows him in the ribs.

“Stop ignoring me.”

Sid laughs. “Sorry. Just -“

“Why are you smiling like that?” Flower asks, eyes narrowing. “I know that smile. Just haven’t seen it in a while. Who is he? Do I know him?”

“Oh, uh…” Sid thinks quickly, trying to come up with a believable lie. “David’s coming up here this weekend.”

Flower unlocks his car, waves at Sid to get in. “Are you two -“

“No,” Sid interrupts. “We’re not. Not dating has worked pretty well for us so far.”

“Too bad,” Flower says, starting the car once Sid has buckled his seatbelt. “You two were so very, very pretty together. Also, getting laid might have put a smile on your face again.”

Sid grins and raises an eyebrow at him. “Who says I’m not gonna get laid?”

Flower laughs. “Well, if that works for you guys, okay. Just -“

“What?”

Flower looks at him. “Be careful, okay? Don’t get your heart broken.”

“It’s not like that,” Sid assures him, and it isn’t. He’s not invited David up here for sex. Sid likes keeping his friends close, but usually not in-his-bed close. Cuddling in front of the TV is a nice thing to be looking forward to, though.

***

He waits until they’re at Flower’s place and Flower has gone to put his things away and get them some beer. As soon as Flower has left the room, he sits down on the couch and finally reads Evgeni’s email.

“Hi Sid,” it says. “Sorry answer so late, work all day. But very happy you write! I see earlier, but not have time to write back. Still write very slow. I install English alphabet on phone a while ago, but sometimes still need time to write everything right, and words not so easy also. You ask if I’m do yoga outside Internet. I do little bit. But only fun. When I’m younger, I sometimes not pay attention in sports, get injury. I’m too impatient. So coach say try yoga little bit, calm head and learn control body maybe better. And I like, so I always do little bit. But my favourite sport I like is hockey. One day my dream is to be coach, for children. What is your favourite? Greetings from Evgeni.”

Sid can’t stop smiling, doesn’t even hear Flower sneak up behind him until he pokes him in the neck. “Stop sexting with Perron,” he says. “Not on my couch, come on. I have sex with my girlfriend on this couch.”

Sid pulls a face and shoves his phone back in his pocket. “I’ve been sitting on this couch every few days since you got it, and you never warned me?”

Flower shrugs. “Come on, man, you know me. Okay, do you want grilled cheese or spaghetti?”

“Spaghetti,” Sid says, and Flower sighs.

“Okay, let’s just make both.”

***

Sid doesn’t even get out of his shoes and jacket before he has his phone out, eagerly poking the screen until his email app opens. He shoves his door closed behind himself and sits down right there in the entryway to read Evgeni’s email over once again, not even making any effort to keep the huge smile off his face.

Evgeni likes hockey, which has always been Sid’s favourite as well. And he wants to coach children, which most likely means he’s as kind and friendly as Sid had thought he was all along.

“Hi Evgeni,” he writes back. “I love hockey! I wish I could have played it more as a kid, but equipment and stuff is expensive and we never had a lot of money. But I played a lot anyway, with friends. My parents gave me a pair of skates for my ninth birthday and mom says I never wanted to take them off. I grew out of them eventually, and it was a while before we could afford new ones. I joined a team for a bit when I was fourteen, but I had to quit again when I was sixteen, because I had to work after school and didn’t have the time anymore.”

He pauses, thumb hovering over the delete button as he bites his lip. He’s spilling his soul to a virtual stranger here, and maybe that’s too weird? But then, that’s also what makes it easy. Evgeni is far away. It’s different than talking to Flower or David or anyone else.

“I still play sometimes, though, and I love it,” he writes. “My friend Flower plays goalie, and my friend Kris is our D-man. And there are a few other friends who join us sometimes when they have time. It’s really fun.” He hesitates, then writes on. “It’s such a great sport, and I wish more people could be able to play it. My friend Kris has been thinking for a long time about some sort of program here. Something to help out families who can’t afford to enroll their kids in sports and stuff. But anyway. Coaching children sounds really fun. My friend David is a teacher and high school coach and he really loves it. He used to play on our team. That’s how I met him. I met a lot of my friends through sports. Most of them, I think. That’s why I love it too because there’s nothing like being part of a team. Do you have a team?”

He reads over everything again and decides he’s rambled on for long enough, sends it before he can delete any of it. Only then does he get up off the floor to take his shoes off, hang up his jacket, and pads into the bathroom to get ready for bed.

***

There’s a reply when he wakes up, and he smiles. Hearing from Evgeni is such a great way to start a day. He lies there on his side, phone in one hand, and starts reading.

“Hello Sid,” it says. “I’m so happy you like hockey! Is another thing we sharing. Hockey best sport. I’m also not have money to play lots when I’m child, but play little bit more since I’m older. Always wish to join team when I’m younger, but is not possible. I watch all games from favourite teams. But only play as fun. With friends. Play football (soccer?) for some years on team, because I love also. Then papa get better job, I can play on hockey team. And coach like me, and I can help him little bit with coaching when I get too old for team. And I’m have so much fun! Have to get real job when I’m finish school, no more time so much for helping coach. But still do little bit. I’m thinking if I quit, I never get chance to get job as real coach, so I not quit. Is not full job, only few hours every week, and pay not very good. But I still love it. Is funny that I write you and you write me and we become friends, and then we both love hockey! I like idea from your friend, give children hockey who can’t afford. Is very good thing. Maybe if you and I have this when we children, we play now against each other in World Cup or Olympics ))))) I know is silly thought, but also fun. ))) I’m sure you very good at hockey. Maybe one day we meet and we can see who is better. Greetings from Evgeni.”

Sid drops his phone and rolls over onto his back to stretch his arms over his head, smiling. Evgeni says they’re friends, and he likes that thought. They still barely know each other, but Evgeni seems so easy to talk to. He picks his phone back up to check the time, and decides he has another ten minutes to spare to write back. Sitting up against the headboard, he squints his eyes and thinks about where to start.

“Hi Evgeni,” he writes. “I have to admit I don’t know a whole lot about soccer, but I believe you that it’s a lot of fun, too. I played some baseball as a kid, and that was fun, too. It’s probably good though that we’re not playing hockey against each other professionally, because Canada would win and then we wouldn’t be friends anymore. ;) It’s great that you get to coach a bit, even if it’s not a full time job for you yet. I hope you’ll get that opportunity in the future. I work at a store now and I’d love to be able to quit there and do something else. Something with sports. That’s part of why I started doing those videos. At least I’m doing something that I actually like. I’m sorry, I don’t mean to sound like I’m complaining. It’s not that bad, really. And I’m not that old, there’s always time to figure something out and improve, right? I think as long as you stay optimistic and work hard, good things are going to happen. For you, too! I’m sure you’ll get to be a coach one day. Talk to you soon, Sid.”

***

Saturday comes a lot sooner than Sid had feared, and he thinks no small part of the week flying by are the constant messages from Evgeni. They make everything suck just a little bit less. The emails have become shorter but more frequent — like texting, but via email. Just a sentence or two sometimes, but that’s almost better. It feels like a real conversation that way. It is a real conversation.

“You like puppy?” Evgeni writes. “My puppy best!” And attached to that is a picture of a massive dog the size of a baby elephant.

“That is not a puppy,” Sid writes back. “That’s a small horse!!”

“You suppose to say that he cutest (((((((((“ is Evgeni’s answer, and Sid laughs.

“He is very cute. What’s his name?”

“His name Jeffrey,” Geno writes back. “I tell him you say he cute, and he say he like you now.”

Sid grins and pockets his phone, gathers his things to leave now that his shift is over.

“Have a good weekend,” his coworker tells him as he walks by.

Sid waves at him. “You too,” he says. “See you on Monday!”

David’s car is already parked at the curb out front and Sid feels his heart jumping in his chest. He misses his friend and the prospect of having him back for almost one and a half whole days, all to himself, is wonderful.

“Sid,” David says happily, getting out of the car and walking around to pull Sid into a tight hug.

“Hey,” Sid says and hugs back. “I’m so glad you could make it.”

David pulls back and smiles at him, then frowns. Sid almost forgot about his ability to read Sid’s moods in a way that reminds him of Flower. “Is everything okay?”

Sid sighs. “It’s just the usual,” he says, and David nods, doesn’t need anything more than that.

“I was gonna invite you out to dinner, but how about we order Chinese instead and just hang out at your place?”

Sid nods. “That sounds better,” he says. “But I’m paying.”

David laughs. “No, you’re not,” he says. “You can get the next one. But tonight, I’m buying you dinner and you can tell me all about what’s bothering you.”

“That’s not why invited you up here, you know?” Sid says, because he thinks it’s important

that David knows that. He does need to talk, but he also really did miss him.

“I know,” David says. “It would be okay, though, if you had. You’d do the same for me.”

“Thank you,” Sid says, and smiles as David pats his shoulder.

“Let’s go,” he says, and Sid can’t wait to finally get home.

***

His furniture is still shoved to the side, the camera tripod standing there in the middle of the room.

“What did you do this week?” David asks, as Sid picks it up to put it back in its usual spot in the corner. David carries the coffee table back to where it belongs before helping Sid with the couch.

“Arms and shoulders,” Sid says. “Five minutes without equipment, you know, for coffee breaks at work and stuff.” He’d had to record it early this morning before work and hasn’t had a chance to edit and upload it yet, but he’ll do that before bed tonight or probably rather sometime tomorrow night after David leaves. This weekend is just for them.

“Nice idea,” David says. “So that’s still fun, then?”

“Yeah,” Sid says. “I love doing it.” He hesitates. “And I think I’ve made a new friend through it.”

Something in his tone makes David raise his eyebrows at him, a small grin tugging at his mouth. “Oh yeah?” he asks, and Sid feels himself blushing against his will.

“Shut up,” he says. “It’s not like that. He lives in Russia and he makes videos, too. And that’s all.”

“Well, new friends are always good,” David says.

“Yeah,” Sid agrees. “Also he likes hockey, and has a really cute, giant dog who’s called Jeffrey.”

David lets himself fall onto the couch and drags Sid with him, pulls him into a headlock and ruffles his hair. “I know you, Sid,” he says, the smile audible in his voice. “You can’t lie to me. You have a crush.”

“I do not,” Sid protests, because he doesn’t.

“I think it’s a good thing!” David says quickly, and Sid wiggles his way out of David’s hold and slumps back against the couch.

“He lives in Russia,” he points out again, as if that would make any sort of difference at all if what David said were true.

“So?” David shrugs. “Ever heard of Skype sex?”

Sid laughs, then lets his head fall back, sighing. “Well, even if I did, it would just be another thing I want but can’t have, wouldn’t it?”

“Oh, Sid,” David says, tone serious now as he scoots closer and leans his head against Sid’s shoulder.

“It’s fine,” Sid insists, because it is. It really is. He just has a lot on his mind. Evgeni is one of the few good things, and he doesn’t want to ruin it by letting his emotions run away with him.

“Talk to me?” David asks, and Sid’s rubs his hands over his eyes and draws in a deep breath.

“Okay,” he says, even though he doesn’t really know where to start. It’s...everything. Nothing. The endless monotony of this life he feels trapped in. He knows how lucky he is, despite everything else. He has amazing friends and that is already so, so much. Sometimes he doesn’t know what else he could possibly ask for.

The thing is, he’s still lonely. He’s still unhappy. It’s just difficult to pin down why sometimes. Or how to fix it if he knew.

It’s so much easier to spill his heart to Evgeni, because he’s far away and doesn’t really know him. But David is here and he cares and he wants to help, and Sid knows that’s what he needs right now. So he lets out a long breath and starts to tell him about his day at the store. His job isn’t the only thing that’s the problem, but it seems like a good place to start anyway.

Part 3

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truemanblack · 6 years ago

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A/N: guess who’s back? I think the only day I won’t be updating is on this Thursday? I’ve been in a writing mood! but hey I made a playlist and I’m slowly adding to it. You can listen to it RIGHT HERE!!!

The Marriage: Part Four Two Three

Harry and I had been sexting all day. It was funny how it started, looking back at our texts. It was so causal, I could see him sitting in his desk in class sending me these. While I was walking around some random mall in California. I was always curious why Harry went to a school in San Diego instead of Los Angeles. There was something about Los Angeles I hated, it was full of snobs and I just couldn’t deal. I was looking for a dress to wear on Saturday for our wedding (it’s still bizarre to say that). I was in the middle trying to decide if the dress I’m looking at was wedding “appropriate” Low cut front, nice and flowy, backless. Then a ping went off when I was pulling it off the rack.

Harry: God, I can’t wait to be properly buried inside of you. You’ll be begging me to stop.

I love how Harry still kept up his proper English in his texts, for some reason it really turned me on. I took the dress to the dressing room as I was trying to figure out a good reply.

Aimee: Hm, I don’t think I’ll be the one begging to stop. I think you’ll be so drained of cum you’ll have to stop.

I gave myself a pat on the back for that one, along with sending him a nice nude pic for him to simmer with while I tried on the dresses I’ve gathered. I hated shopping, I tried to convince Harry to wear Hawaii shirts, but he noted we did have to be a little serious, the fat Elvis was already pushing it. The dress I was worried would be too “flashy” was the only one I liked. I think Harry wouldn’t mind it either, well come to think of it, I don’t think he cares I think he’s going to be thinking about taking it off. The next thing was buying a ring for Harry, which was going to be hard, since he’s flashy as ever with his rings. I was thinking a simple white gold band, so it wouldn’t clash too much with his others, cheaper as well, I only had so much I put away for splurging. I heard a ding on my phone – which for some reason startled me.

“Hey there,” I looked up from my dirty text from Harry. Axel, of fucking course, it’s him.

Harry: You still think you’re in control, eh? I think not. I think your cute little ass would look covered in bruises.

That one made me squirm a bit, that a was weakness, and his hands were nice.

“Hey,” I said shyly trying to cool down face, so I wouldn’t be blushing too hard.

“What are you up to?” Oh shit. Harry and I discussed this morning, after a nice make out session, that we must start telling people about us so if immigration reaches out people will know we got married.

“Wedding dress shopping.” I shrugged, though I was screaming on the inside. I could tell Axel would try to control a girl, but I really wanted to put him in his place after graduation.

“Oh,” He was taken aback, “You’re getting married?”

“Yeah, Harry and I-”

“Harry?” I nodded, and pretty pissed he irrupted me. “They guy you were with the other day.”

“Uh, yes, my boyfriend.”

“I’m confused.”

“Well, I think he’s my fiancé right now, but we’ve been friends for so long and we kinda of just fell into it and impulsively just decided to get hitched this weekend, and to see The Beatles cirque du soleil.”

“Oh, well congrats, I have to get going.” Axel walked off before I could even say goodbye. I was more shocked that he fucking believed me. I needed to reply to Harry before he thought he got me.

Aimee: What about your cute little perky ass, daddy? It needs some lovin’

I sent him another nude I took while in the dressing room. I felt good about that one, not my best, but he was probably hard on his way home. I ordered and uber and made my way home, hoping to be there before Harry.

Which I did, I was running to my bedroom to find the shorts. Well Simon dubbed them the ass eating shorts, because they were pretty much doing that. I remember when I first moved in, I wore them around Harry and I couldn’t even to get him to respond to me, of course, I was loving it, but I had to be all shy and act as if I hated it; and stored them away. I heard the door unlock and I quickly put on a sweatshirt and walked out to see Harry.

“Hey,” I watched him as he glared at me as he kicked off his shoes. “Hello?” I tried to act annoyed, but I knew he was truly annoyed. I walked towards him and put my hands on his back as he was walking towards the kitchen.

“You’re such a brat,” He sighed shaking his head and I gave a pinch to his butt. He turned around and wrapped his arms around my waist, causing me to yelp. He picked me up and walked up both to the couch. I couldn’t help but to laugh as he did, he had me over his shoulder – which just made me continue to squeeze and pinch at his ass. “You think you’re so cute?” His voice was low as he threw me down on the couch. (Which was very hot, I was very turned on by that). I giggled in return as he straddled over me. “Take your hoodie off.”

“No, I have nothing on under there.” I closed my eyes as he slipped his hands under the hoodie. “Plus, you get to see me all in less than two days, can’t you hold out.”

“Not when you’re giving me photo preview and not a real one.”

“You’re such a greedy boy, Harold.” My voice was low, and a smirk played on my lips. He was rolling his eyes while his hands were busy touching my bare torso. As they inched up towards my breasts. “You go there, and I’m going to punish you.” I moved one of my legs around his knee.

“Yeah, I feel like you’re the one who needs punishing. You’re just teasing me, calling me daddy, you’re being a brat.”

“Aw boohoo, Harold isn’t getting what he wants, how sad.” I brought one of my hands up to knuckle at my pretended to cry, which just made him hold one of my arms above my head. So many girls got away with just being a ‘good girl’ to Harry. “I’m not a dog, so you’ll never see me be a good girl.” I tried to sit up and was quickly pushed back down by Harry. He pressed his hips to mine and moved his hand to my throat. I gripped his wrist and tried to give him an Indian burn to have him let go.

“Can’t talk now, huh?” I pointed at his hand and rolled my eyes, he tightened his hand and I moved my foot to his stomach – which caused him to let go. He looked surprised and let go. I think he thought I was at my limit, which made me feel good. All the times he made my gullible ass believe him. I pouted and put my hands around my neck as if I was in pain. “I’m sorry, was that too much?” He was off the couch by now kneeled in front of me.

“I jus-” I stood up and he followed me. “I can’t believe you’re so gullible.” I groaned as I tackled him to the ground. I put one of my hands around his neck – it wasn’t as effective as his was, which just made him smirk.

“Aw, look at you, trying to be all tough.” I rolled my eyes as I looked on my person to tie his wrist with. The string from my hoodie will do. I quickly yanked it out and tried my best to get his wrist to his chest. “You’re not doing that, it’s gonna come loose, you know little brat, it’s not gonna stay.” I tied tighter, hoping the rough cotton would leave a mark.

“Do you ever just shut the fuck up?” I groaned taking the hair tie from his wrist and pulling my hair up it. Tonight, Harry was going to learn, I really loved orgasm denial. I moved between his legs and started undoing his belt, then letting his jeans pop open. They were obviously too tight on him; the belt kept his pants buttoned. “Lift your hips,” I looked at him and a smirk was all over hips lips. “Lift your hips.” He still didn’t budge. So, I yanked his jeans off as roughly as I could. I heard him suck in his breath. “If you just listen to me, I won’t hurt you.”

Harry was already hard, I mean I already knew that, but he was really hard. His underwear was already stained with pre-cum. I pulled at the band, and Harry lifted his waist. I didn’t want to encourage him at all. But wow, he has a beautiful cock. Just like art, cocks are very subjective. If there was a cock louvre, his would be the Mona Lisa. The head was already blushing red, a vein that ran up the side. It was twitching a bit, I think he knew what was going on.

“Are yeh gonna do anythin’?” The drunker or (now finding out) hornier Harry got, the thicker his accent got.

“I kinda of want you to beg.” I put my arms on each of his knees. “I would like that, very much actually.”

“For fucks sake.” He groaned, and I pouted.

“Oh, I suddenly remember, I don’t want to suck your cock.” I sighed and crooked my head to my side. “Unless you wanna convince me.”

“You know I can get up right?”

“But are you? I mean you have me right here, between your legs, with your cock right there.” I blinked at him and he arched his back and groaned. “I mean, I think my mouth is the closest thing you’ll get right now to what you would call ‘my pretty little cunt’, hm? What do you think, baby?”

“Please.” He whispered. I could get up and do a happy dance.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t here you, baby.”

“Please.” He spoke up a bit more, it wasn’t enough. I really wanted to get it out of him. He was gripping at his fingers and twirling at his rings – since it was the only things he could grab at.

“Please what? I don’t speak baby talk.” He huffed, and I couldn’t be more excited, I could let him cum, but I’m not.

“Please suck me.” He whispered, I could tell that’s probably the most I was going to get out of him – well at least now. I would try at a later date to have him whine that. I grinned and gladly took him into my mouth. I wanted to tease him, so I took just the head in giving it a light suck, then licking up his length. I paused for a second looking at him, his eyes were open, and pupils dilated. I grinned and heard him whine, I’m assuming from me holding out for so long. I took him in my mouth, hollowing my cheeks and finding a rhythm. I kept my hands at his base to give me a break now and again, but I craved his weight on my tongue. I took him in deeper, trying to get most of his length (which would be a bit difficult) but I could tell he was close.

“Yeh can’t even get all of me in yeh pretty little mouth, take it easy.” He was breathy, his cock was twitchy, and I knew I had to stop. Especially after that.

I stood up and brushed off my clothes. “Yeah no.” I groaned and started to walk towards the kitchen.

“What the fuck!” Harry yelled as I shuffled through the kitchen to find a water bottle. “You did this already before, you fucking, can’t.”

“I just did.” I grinned looking back at him. I felt like it was a but unfair to leave him tied up. I started walking towards him and untie his wrists and quickly walked away from him.

“I can’t fucking stand you, why do you keep doing this to me.” Harry quickly stood up pulling his pants and underwear up.

“Don’t talk to me the way you did, and I won’t do that.” I grinned, and he pinned me against the wall. I could still feel how hard he was just from him pressing his hips to mine. He quickly turned me around so my chest to was towards the wall and held my wrists in his hand while the other has my ponytail wrapped roughly around his hand.

“You better fucking listen good,” Harry’s lips were right against my ear. “I’m going to let you cum, and it’s the only time you’ll feel cum coming out of that greedy little cunt of yours all weekend.” I giggled as he spoke, I just couldn’t take him seriously as he just was begging for me moments before. He let go of my ponytail and roughly pulled my shorts down. “You knew what you were doing the moment you put those shorts on, you didn’t even wear panties you, little slut.” His fingers quickly found their way inside of me and he was thrusting them hard and fast. I was on my tip toes. I bit at my lips so he wasn’t able to get not even a moan from me, except I knew I was gonna cum really quick since it’s been so long.

“Look at yeh,” He breathed in my ear as his thumb found its way to my clit and he was roughly circling it. “Drippin’ for me, all down yeh legs.” I could feel skin break from inside my lip. I was so close, and he said he was going to let me cum. I closed my eyes as he changed his pace, making his fingers drag out slowly while his thumb stayed at the same pace. “Cum, yeh not gonna be doin’ it for long.” I tried to hold out longer, but I could feel it in the pit of my stomach. I closed my eyes and exhaled, I was just proud that he didn’t get a sound out of me. He kept going until I started stomping my feet.

“Stop!” I groaned, and he pulled away. He slipped his fingers in his mouth and moaned.

“Such a shame I won’t be tasting that for a bit.” I rolled my eyes and pulled my shorts back up. I pulled my hair out of the ponytail and moved to Harry on the couch. “I did get to cum,” He was back to his cool calm self. I shook my head and rested against the arm of the couch. “I do mean it no cum for you.”

“Can’t deny your wife like that.” I replied, and he smirked.

“I mean I have a whole year to not have you cum.”

“You wouldn’t fucking dare.” Harry laughed, and his dimples popped out. He glanced over at me before lancing his fingers and looking at them.

“You’re oddly, okay about this.” He glanced at me, his face was softened. “Like, I’m totally cool with it don’t get me wrong, but you’re like really okay with it.”

“I currently don’t have a brain; vagina has taken over.” It was true, I wasn’t really thinking about my actions or thinking this through. “The marriage, I’m for sure about, the sex, you’re gonna have to fuck me a few times before the haze is gone.”

“You’re a dick for brains right now?” Harry laughed his eyebrow raising.

“That’s all you got out of that?”

“No, I just know I’m gonna have to prepare for spazzy anxiety Aimee again soon.” He shrugged. “It’s not a bad thing, just means I’ve got to figure out a way to last longer. Keep you blissed out.”

“Jesus Christ."

#Harry Styles #harry styles imagine #harry styles imagines #harry styles fic #harry styles fanfic #tm*#them #harry styles smut

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porkchop-ao3 · 7 years ago

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I just watched the Wedding Squanchers episode and was thinking about how Rick hated himself for letting his guard down. Could you do a fic on Rick and reader enjoying themselves at an event, narrowly escaping a life-threatening situation, and Rick distancing himself from the reader because he thinks him letting his guard down almost got reader killed. Also Rick could have unspoken feelings for reader that are revealed in angsty confrontation after they realize they can't stand being apart.

First of all IM SO SORRY ANON. I’m pretty sure this has been sitting in my inbox since before Christmas, but I did promise I’d get it done and here we are! The reason I took so long is because I wanted to do something kind of lengthy, and I just needed the right time and spark of inspiration.

I hope this 6k+ word fic was worth the wait! It’s sort of what you asked for? But it just turned into this, I hope you like it anyway!

In this one the reader is bisexual and there’s a little woman on woman in it, so be prepared for that. It’s NSFW, naturally, and contains a little bit of gore (loss of a limb, yeah, this fic’s pretty out there) but I wouldn’t consider it particularly descriptive! Just be aware of it if you don’t like that kind of thing :) also contains a sprinkling of sexting and a pinch of anal fingering. Bon appetit!

Staring down at my freshly sliced off ankle was the last thing I thought I’d be doing that night, hell, it wasn’t even on my radar in terms of possible things that could happen. It wouldn’t even have appeared on the hypothetical risk assessment. But alas, I was sat on the grimy floor of Rick’s garage watching a pool of blood quickly form on the ground where my foot should’ve been, while Rick was rooting around in boxes muttering angrily to himself. The cut was perfect, like it had been done with a laser.

It was strange. I hadn’t yet quite wrapped my head around what had happened. Rick and I had been exploring a market on some alien planet, and he’d been in his element. He’d told me about the Garflugeron annual fair, and how a whole host of different alien species got together to sell/buy/trade goods; collectibles, technology, food, medicine, anything you could imagine. We were at a table speaking to an alien with four sets of arms, a large slug-like body and one big black eye, who strangely enough spoke English. I was about to trade an old Gameboy for a cool looking gemstone, when all of a sudden the alien fucking exploded. Rick seemed to know what was happening straight away, grabbing my arm and yanking me out of the ‘splash zone’ as millions of tiny bugs came crawling out of the chest cavity. It was like a domino effect after that, and everywhere around us these bugs were bursting out of various aliens’ chests. Rick had shot a portal at the nearest wall and ran for it, urging me to follow. I’d ended up with my face in the dirt after tripping on a rock like the hot blond in a horror movie, and only just made it through the portal before it closed. Of course, somehow I’d turned up on the other side missing an appendage.

“Rick?” I said, my voice was small. He didn’t respond, instead he growled in anger and upturned the box he was looking through, emptying its contents onto the floor so he could look through more easily. “I feel weird.”

“N-no shit. Your foot’s in another dimension. Wh-why the fuck weren’t you right behind me, huh?” He asked.

“I tripped.”

“Of course you fucking did, fuck… My portal gun works on a timer, which I specifically set to remain open just long enough for us to get through. K-keep that in mind next time we’re running for our lives, huh?”

“So that’s what happened? My foot got cut off by the portal?” I asked.

“Your foot ceased to exist in this dimension as soon as the portal closed up. Nothing got cut, doesn’t work like that.” He grumbled.

“Shouldn’t we go back and get it?”

“Huh?” He grunted, abandoning the clutter on the floor before hurrying over to the cupboards in his desk.

“My… My foot. We can go back and get it an- and take it to the hospital and they can put it back on. I’ve seen it on TV, we just need to put it in some ice!” I murmured. The adrenaline was starting to ebb, and whatever pain I hadn’t been feeling before was beginning to surface. I hissed as a sudden burning sensation started up, my hand flew down to my severed ankle, clutching at it desperately.

“Do you really wanna go back there? Th-th-that whole fucking place is teeming with Broflonite Lung Mites. You saw what happened to those aliens, th-the fucking things exploded from the chest out! Th-they practically turned inside out right in front of us! If we stayed there five more fucking seconds, that could be happening to us right now.” He yelled, then he was coming over to me, a device of some sort in his hand.

“Ahhh, fuck, it hurts.” I cried, eyes beginning to water as the burning intensified.

“Of course it does! Wh-what, you expect having your foot chopped off not to hurt?” He growled, and I sobbed, he met my eyes at this, seeming to soften. He patted my knee lightly. “Look, ahh, it’s gonna be okay. I’m gonna- I’m gonna fix you up.”

“What is that?” I asked, staring at the device in his hand.

“It’s gonna help you, okay? J-just relax. Close your eyes for me and take some deep breaths, baby.” He told me, now this had me panicking.

“Why? Are you- is this gonna hurt me?” I asked.

“Just trust me, it needs to be done. It’ll be over soon, alright?” The hand on my knee stroked up and down, a little too quickly to be soothing.

“What is it? I’m scared, I-”

“Ahh, fuck this.” He snapped, and pushed the device into the end of my leg, and I cried out. Following the instant agony of having a lump of metal rammed directly into a fresh wound, the pain only got worse. Burning. A different kind of burning than before, actual, physical burning; I could smell cooking meat, and I retched dryly at the knowledge that it was coming from me. “It’s cauterising the wound.” He told me, and I retched again; this time not so dryly. “Ahh, Christ. Got any other bodily fluids you wanna discharge all over my floor?” He complained, then did something to the device, and I watched as a robotic foot unfurled from the end of it.

“Holy shit!” I exclaimed. “That’s my… that’s my foot now?”

“Try to move it.” He commanded. I hesitantly did as he asked, and to my confusion, the toes wiggled at will. “Alright, perfect.” He said, then wrapped one arm around my waist, and hooked the other under my knees. He grunted as he lifted me, and carried me towards the garage door.

“Wait, Rick… I’ve got a robot foot? Aren’t you- can you please explain what’s happening to me?” I said, wrapping my arms around his neck for stability as he carried me through the house.

“Your flesh will grow back around it. I-it’ll all be back to normal in a few hours.” He explained.

“How the hell does that work?”

“That device just injected the area with regenerative cells, harvested from a starfish. It’s gonna be like nothing happened, sweetie. Well, getting through airport security might be a bitch from now on, but at least you’ve got your foot back, right?” He said, kicking the door to his bedroom open before carrying me inside and placing me down on his bed. “Just uh, just take it easy for a while, alright? Rest up. Take a nap, or whatever. Like I said, it’ll be fine in a few hours but it’s best to keep off of it till then.” He told me, then made to leave.

“Wait!” I said, and he paused in the doorway. “Aren’t you gonna stay with me?” Please stay with me, was more like what I wanted to say. All I wanted was to be held by him, to feel safe, protected. He stared at me for a while, face emotionless.

“No. Y-you’re fine. I’m not gonna sit in here and watch you sleep, I have shit to do.” He said, then left. I stared out at the empty hallway for a good few moments, before letting out a loud breath and rolling onto my back. My leg no longer hurt, yet I could feel a strange, itchy, tingly sensation. I took his advice and closed my eyes, trying to get some sleep.

A few days after the incident it was as if nothing ever happened. Well, sort of. My foot was fine; I could walk, it didn’t hurt, and there was no trace of a scar… but something had changed. Rick hadn’t called, visited, or even texted. Now that was out of character, normally he wouldn’t go more than a day without texting me a photo of some gadget he was working on, or dropping in to drag me to some alien planet when Morty wasn’t around, or for a nice, loud fuck in the middle of the night. That last one was definitely a shocker, not to mention disappointing. I’d even stayed up late one night, purposely dressed in my nicest lingerie in preparation for his possible arrival, but it didn’t come. I’d been lounging on my sofa watching TV, in said lingerie, at two in the morning when I finally decided to take action. I pulled out my phone and took a few pictures of myself, scrolling through them until I found the most flattering one; the one where my tits looked the perkiest and my tummy looked the smallest. I sent it to him; no caption needed. In seconds the little 'read’ icon appeared below my message, and I eagerly awaited his response.

Ten agonising minutes passed, and I didn’t hear a peep from Rick. I sighed and unhooked my bra, letting it drop so I could snap a picture of my naked breasts, making sure to pinch a nipple with my free hand. I sent it to him, and again my phone informed me that he’d seen it. I nibbled on my thumb nail, my heart starting to drum harder in my chest. A few minutes went by and I typed him a message.

“Come over, I want you to bend me over this sofa and help me wake the neighbors up.” I said, pressing send. I leaned back, spreading my legs and sliding my hand under my panties, stroking my pussy at the thought of him doing so. Finally, I got a response.

“You’re making it very difficult for me to concentrate on my work.” He texted back, and I laughed; just a sharp exhale through my nose.

“That’s because I want you to concentrate on me.” I replied. It seemed I needed to up the ante even more, since I didn’t get another response. With a frustrated sigh, I pulled my camera up again, this time taking a video. I filmed myself playing with my pussy, keeping the phone close to my face so the mic would pick up my laboured breath and quiet moans. After a while, I pushed my underwear down my legs, altering the angle of my phone so it could capture me stuffing two fingers inside. I cursed under my breath at this, and started thrusting.

“Come on, baby. I’ve been thinking about you all night, I can��t sleep. I’m so wet for you, Rick. I need you to come over and stuff me with your cock ‘till I can’t take any more.” I said, my voice coming out needy and breathless. I cut the video, not daring to watch it back before sending it to him. I’d probably chicken out if I saw myself.

“You still got my dick in your bedside drawer?” He texted after a while. He was referring to the dildo I owned that’d been cast from Rick himself… his last Christmas gift to me.

“I do.” I replied.

“Great. You have my dick on demand, then. Go wild.” Was his response. My jaw dropped, and I felt the chilling, humiliating blow of rejection. A second text came in shortly after. “Btw, I’m not saying you should keep sending me videos, but I’m also not saying you shouldn’t. So yeah. Ball’s in your court with that one.”

I scoffed in irritation, tossing my phone aside. I went straight to bed after that.

The next morning (well, afternoon; I’d slept in pretty late) I drove over to the Smith household. When I turned up, Rick was unsurprisingly in his garage with the door open. As I walked up the driveway I caught his eye, and he pressed a button on the remote beside him. His face was an emotionless wall as the garage door began it’s slow descent, and I felt a flash of anger as he attempted to shut me out. Thank God for its slow moving mechanism, though, because I managed to duck underneath it before it closed. I stared at Rick with my arms crossed over my chest, daggers in my eyes. He sighed heavily, turning back to whatever he was working on.

“What the fuck, Rick?” I said. No reply. “What the hell is your problem with me?”

“I don’t have a problem.” He said monotonously.

“Well clearly you do. You made me feel like such an idiot last night.” I told him, feeling heat creeping up my neck and onto my cheeks as I relived the embarrassment.

“What, I-I-I’m not allowed to say no to you?” He said, and I gasped at his insinuation.

“Of course you are! It was the comment about the videos that got to me. You either want me or you don’t, Rick. You can’t have it both ways.” I told him, he didn’t even react. “And let’s be honest, Rick. It’s not like you’ve ever said no before; hell, it’s usually you initiating things, turning up at my house and waking me up when it suits you. But the minute I want something you… you go and make me feel dirty, and gross, and cheap, an-and…” I trailed off, shaking my head.

“That wasn’t my intention.” He informed me, taking a glance at me from the corner of his eye. “You aren’t any of those things.”

“Well, you need to work on your tact. And what was that, just then? Shutting the door on me when you saw me coming? That was about the rudest thing you’ve ever done, and let’s be honest, Rick, that’s a hard record to break.” I ranted.

“Ugh, can we not? I’m not in the mood for this. I-I never will be, so like… can we drop it?” He whined, burying his face in his hand as he leaned on the desk. I blinked at him.

“Is everything okay?” I asked.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t it be?” He lifted his head up to give me a funny look.

“Oh, I don’t know. You’re treating me like shit, I wondered if there was some external reason as to why that was. Maybe you’re just an arsehole, though.” I shrugged.

“You know what? I don’t need this. Just fucking leave if you’re gonna be all pissy with me. I’m over it.” He said, pressing that button again; opening the garage door for me.

“Why are you acting like this? Have I done something wrong? Is it because I puked and bled all over your floor and left you to clean it up?” I asked. He snorted, shaking his head.

“No. Y-you haven’t done anything.” He sighed. He paused for a while, chewing on his bottom lip and fiddling with a wire sprouting out of the gadget on his desk. “I just… I-I-I think maybe we should, uhhh, stop… this.” He finally said. Immediately, my heart was racing.

“What?” I asked, dread cascading over me.

“Did I stutter?” He asked, head snapping up to look at me. “Don’t answer that. Look, I just don’t think this is a g-good idea. Us being- uhh, us fucking.”

“Why not? I thought… I thought it was fun.” I said meekly, feeling a lump rise in my throat. I couldn’t tell whether it was because I was being dumped, or because he’d reduced what we had to simply 'fucking’.

“Does everything need an explanation?” He sighed, dragging his hand through his hair.

“Not everything. But this does.” I told him. “Things were good until the other day. Has it got something to do with my leg? Does that put you off; make me less attractive?” I asked, suddenly feeling genuinely self conscious about it for the first time since I’d healed.

“You fuckin’ serious? N-now that’s actually the stupidest thing you’ve ever said, and, quote of the day here; let’s be honest, that’s a hard record to break.” He imitated my voice, and I glared at him.

“You’re making it easier for me to walk away, keep going.” I said through clenched teeth.

“This is just a dis-disaster waiting to happen, (y/n). You know that.” He said poignantly. I shook my head in confusion.

“What do you mean by that?” I asked.

“You and I… we aren’t good together. Let’s just leave it at that. N-no point dragging this out, my mind’s made up.” He told me, gesturing to the door.

“This has come out of nowhere, it seems. I deserve the chance to talk about this, make sense of it.” I argued.

“My mind is made up.” He repeated sternly, giving me a look that was so full of disdain I almost burst into tears. He made a sound of irritation, and turned away, effectively blocking me out as he continued his tinkering.

“Alright,” I said after a long pause of just staring at the back of his head. “Nice knowing you, I guess.” I shrugged, turning on my heel and leaving without a glance back. I was more pissed off than anything, quite happy to leave him and never see him again at that point, completely dumbfounded as to where it had all come from. I deserved better, anyway. The common courtesy of an explanation would’ve been nice, but at the end of the day, Rick Sanchez was Rick Sanchez. He lived on his terms, nobody else’s. If I expected closure, it’d be a damn long time until I got any; it was much easier to just walk away. To accept it all as an experience and move the fuck on.

So that’s what I did. A fortnight later, I found myself in a bar being chatted up by someone who was actually my age. They were pleasant, offered to pay for my drinks, asked questions about myself and appeared to give a damn about my answers, held the door for me on the way out. The perfect gentleman; except for the fact that they were a woman. A tall lady with long red hair that fell in curls down to her hips. Slender hands and high cheekbones, she was all smiles and soft touches; patting my arm whenever I said something she found amusing. She was a stunner, that was for sure. She held my hand in the taxi back to my place, and she was the first to kiss me once shrouded in the privacy of my living room. I’d never been with a woman before, though I’d always had an interest, and I was surprised to find that if felt like the most natural thing in the world. Well, aside from the fact that when those slender fingers slid underneath my shirt and grazed my nipples, I could only think of one person. And he certainly wasn’t a redhead.

I didn’t stop her. I didn’t want to. I urged her over to the sofa, sinking into the cushions as she climbed onto my lap. With a soft hum, she pulled my shirt over my head, let her hands slide back down over the black lace of my bra; which was quickly removed and discarded on the floor. With slightly shaky hands, I did the same to her. She was braless, her breasts were small and pert, and her nipples hardened under my palms. I licked my lips and looked up at her. She gave me this eager little smile.

“You’re a virgin, aren’t you?” She said, and my lips parted as I considered my answer. “Female-wise.” She clarified, and I nodded. “Let me make you feel good, yeah?”

“Yeah.” I breathed, closing my eyes as she slid her hand inside my jeans, finding my clit with ease and rolling it under her fingers. I moaned softly, parting my legs wider.

“Mmm, you’re a pretty one.” She whispered, leaning down to press kisses along the side of my neck. It was odd feeling soft skin against me, quite the contrast to the slight roughness that Rick usually brought, depending on how long it’d been since his last shave… I shook his image out of my mind, and ran my hands along the curve of my companion’s waist. I shifted on the sofa, tilting my hips as she picked up the pace. I moaned loader, rolling my head against the back of the sofa.

“Oh God…” I sighed, and she took my jaw in her free hand, covered my mouth with her own. She tasted sweet, her lips felt plump against mine and she kissed with a certain gentleness that left me craving more.

“Let me go down on you, baby. If your pussy tastes as good as your tongue, I’m in for a good night.” She said, a devilish giggle leaving her lips as she slid back, down onto the floor between my legs. She tugged on my jeans, and I lifted my hips to help her remove them. I felt a little self conscious being exposed, but it didn’t last long, because she soon buried her tongue within my folds. She moaned against me, pushing my legs further apart and coming closer. She worked differently to Rick, slower, more deliberate and precise, and I chalked it down to the fact that she was a woman and knew from experience what felt- I stopped myself. I was thinking about him again. I looked down at the woman between my legs and stroked my fingers through her hair. So soft. Nothing like the wild, unkempt-

“Fuck!” I spat, I couldn’t tell if it was out of frustration or pleasure. When she slipped a finger inside me and started rocking it against my g-spot, pleasure definitely won me over. I wailed and bucked, my back arching as she flicked her tongue back and forth. “Ohhh yes, please… k-keep going.” I cried, rocking my hips in time with her movements. She moaned and chuckled against me, adding a second finger.

“Alright, what’s this about, a-are you trying to make me…” A male voice cut through the room, and I opened my eyes with a start to see Rick stepping out of a portal into my living room. He was stunned into silence for a moment at the sight before him. “Jealous.” He finished.

“Rick, what the fuck?” I yelled, bringing my knees up to my chest in a bid to hide myself. Meanwhile my female companion and screamed at the top of her lungs and was now scrambling for her discarded t-shirt, pinning it against her bare chest.

“Shit, I thought I heard another woman but I wasn’t sure; holy shit. Y-y-you didn’t tell me you liked pussy.” He exclaimed. The redhead turned away from Rick and pulled her t-shirt on, giving me a strange look as she did. I could only offer an apologetic smile.

“You heard us?” I asked in confusion, fidgeting uncomfortably, suddenly realising I was completely naked in a room full of fully dressed people.

“Uhh, thanks for a decent night, but I think I’m gonna go…” The lady said, already in her shoes, handbag over her shoulder. She was practically out the door before I could respond, clearly shaken by the interruption. Once she was gone, I turned to glare at Rick. He held his phone up, it was showing a phone call coming from my number. I sighed and reached for my jeans, digging around in the pocket for my phone.

“S-so you didn’t do that on purpose?” He asked.

“Of course I fucking didn’t.” I told him, hanging up the pocket-dialed phone call. “Look away!” I shouted, and he was startled into doing what I asked. I dressed quickly, my hands shaky from unsatisfied arousal.

“Excuse me for thinking you were out to piss me off. W-we hardly parted on the best of terms.” He grumbled. He looked back over at me once I was decent.

“Who’s fault’s that?” I sighed. He rolled his eyes, but I could see he accepted the blame.

“Look, I’m sorry, alright? I know I didn’t handle things well. I-I just… I didn’t want to be around you.” He explained, and I cocked a brow.

“Right, that makes me feel better.” I said, dripping with sarcasm.

“N-not because I dislike you, or anything!” He rushed to amend, sighing heavily as he paused. “I thought it was best to keep you at arms length, okay? And I-I didn’t know the best way to approach- look, I fucked up. What can I say?”

“You can start by telling me what the fuck was going on in your head that day.” I deadpanned. He stared at me for a while then came to take a seat beside me.

“After what happened on Garflugeron, I had to do some- I had to rethink everything. Th-that was supposed to be a pretty relaxing day, you know? Just exp-ex- just looking around, somewhere safe and fun. Something we’d both enjoy.” He told me.

“It was. I enjoyed it. Until the thing with the exploding aliens and the severed foot happened.” I said.

“E-exactly! If that was just a 'fun day out’, a-and that happened… I don’t know. I just realised how much danger I put the people around me in.” He told me, looking down at the floor.

“That’s not like you to think so… responsibly.” I pointed out. It didn’t feel like the right word, but he got the picture.

“I know.” He snorted. “I-I-I just thought, well, if I’m putting this girl in danger… why the fuck do I care? Y-you’re supposed to be a fuck buddy or- or just a hot companion for when Morty’s not around. You’re just as replaceable as everyone else in my life.” He explained, and I shot him an unimpressed look. I gave him a chance though, I wanted to see where he was going with it. “Why do I care?” He repeated.

“Yeah, why do you?” I crossed my arms and waited. He looked up at me, allowing his eyes to roam over my entire being for a while.

“I don’t know. Well, I do know. B-but… it just complicates things, and neither of us need complication. That’s why I broke things off. To keep you safe, and to make both of our lives easier.” He told me, and I narrowed my eyes.

“Do tell.” I prompted, and he gave me a questioning look. “You said you know why you care, tell me.”

“I highly doubt you need me to tell you, (y/n). You’re not stupid.” He scoffed.

“That’s news to me, you hardly make me feel confident in my intelligence, Rick.”

“You know exactly why I care. I’m not saying it out loud, it’s pointless. Pointless and uncomfortable for everyone involved.” He said, getting annoyed, clearly.

“Do you have feelings for me?” I asked. The question didn’t surprise him, it only made his shoulders slump and his expression turn pained.

“Baby, please…” he sighed.

“I know, Rick. I want to hear it.” I softened my voice.

“I’m not- come on. If you know the answer then what. Is. The. Point?” He spat, cheeks flushing slightly. “What’re you going to do with it? I-if I answer.”

“Ugh, Rick. You’re acting like a child. If you aren’t going to speak up, I will. Someone’s got to take the initiative around here.” I said, exasperated. I turned my body to face him before continuing. “I’m attracted to you. And not just because we sleep together, I have genuine feelings for you. It runs deeper than just physical, sexual attraction. There we go, I’ve said my piece. It wasn’t hard.”

Rick looked up at me, pleasant surprise written all over his face. “Oh… is that- I didn’t think-”

“Why not?”

“You’re young. Not to mention into women, apparently.” He snorted. I smirked.

“I can like both.”

“I thought you only stuck with me for the- I mean we have some great sex.” He shrugged. “I didn’t think you wanted anything else from me.”

“Want and expect are two different things. Sex is great… for a while. But sometimes you just need more.” I told him, looking down at my hands. “And I thought you were only interested in sex.”

“Yeah, me too.” He laughed humorlessly, scrubbing a hand over his face as if this whole thing was exhausting. “I was wrong. Realised it the other day and… I-I guess I freaked out. I’m sorry.”

“So you do have feelings for me? That’s confirmed?” I touched his chin, turning his head so he looked at me. His breath hitched, he licked his lips. He moved in for a kiss, but I backed away, giving him a look.

“Yes.” He simply said, after a pause long enough to make me nervous. I let him kiss me then, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. He pulled back to move his kisses to my jaw, his teeth coming out to nip at me here and there. I moaned quietly, letting my eyes fall closed as he moved his lips to my neck. “I’m sorry for cock-blocking you… or whatever the female equivalent is.” He mumbled into my neck.

“It’s okay. You can pick up where she left off.” I told him through a smirk.

“Mmm, did you get her number? Call her back over and I’ll hide in the closet and watch.” He teased, sliding his hand under my shirt, rubbing my nipple with his thumb.

“You’d be okay with that? Watching some other woman lay her hands on me?” I asked, reaching a hand to his chest, trailing it downwards until I found the growing bulge in his slacks.

“Somehow that’s way more appealing than watching another man lay his hands on you. Weird, huh?” he said, moaning loudly when I started stroking him. I licked my lips as I felt him grow beneath my palm. Fuck. I needed him.

“Oh, crazy.” I nodded, then reached for his lab coat, pushing it from his shoulders before untucking his shirt, ridding him of that too. I stroked my hands over his chest and trailed one down to the line of hair below his navel, running a single digit down it. He grunted when I stopped just before his erection. His hands were on me, pulling my shirt off, followed by my bra. He kissed his way down to my breasts, bringing each nipple into his mouth one by one, sucking on them so they flushed pink and throbbed with sensitivity. As he worked, he was undoing my jeans and helping me out of them, panties joining them on the floor. For the second time that evening, I was naked before him.

“Ahh, fuck, she got you nice and wet for me.” He murmured as his fingers found my slit. I reached for his belt, unbuckling it before undoing his pants and releasing his hard length. I stroked his cock as he rubbed my clit, and we moaned in unison. He kissed me again, his tongue entering my mouth and flicking mine with playful strokes. He raised his hips, kicking his pants off onto the floor, and I took the opportunity to push him back and climb on top of him. “Yeah, baby, y-you gonna ride my cock? Bounce up and down for me, show me how those tits jiggle?” He said lewdly, hands gripping onto my hips.

“You just sit back and relax, Rick.” I said in a sultry tone, taking his cock in hand and guiding it to my opening. I sunk down onto him, biting down my on lip as that sweet stretch made my heart race. Rick cursed, rolling his head back as my ass met his thighs and he was buried fully inside me. I rocked against him, back and forth, rubbing my clit against his pubic bone. I did this for a while, adjusting to his size while my wetness increased, making every movement deliciously slippery. By the time I started bouncing on his cock, the two of us were panting.

“Fuuck, I can’t wait to blow my load deep inside this glorious pussy of yours. Y-you gonna cum on my cock and milk me dry, hm?” He said, his voice filthy. I nodded my head eagerly. I picked up the pace, riding him now at a moderate speed that worked like magic on my g-spot. He reached around to my ass, holding onto my cheeks as he guided me up and down his length.

“Mm, that’s it. Squeeze my ass. You know I like your hands on me.” I told him, bracing my hands against his chest as I rolled my hips in a circular motion with each thrust.

“I can do one better, baby.” He purred, bringing one hand up to me, he swiped his thumb along my bottom lip before pressing his middle finger inside. I eagerly sucked on the digit, swirling my tongue around it and coating it with spit, I felt a flutter of excitement in the pit of my stomach at the promise of what was to come. He fucked his finger in and out of my mouth, watching me intently and moaning as he did. After a while, he withdrew, and pulled me against his chest. I leaned forward, changing the angle of my movements just so, and Rick was grinding against my g-spot perfectly.

“Ohh, god! D-do it.” I whined, my clit was stimulated in this position too, and the sensation of everything happening at once was both too much and not enough. Rick stroked his wet finger over my back passage, teasing for a while before he breached. I cursed, rocking faster against him, pushing backwards harder as I urged him to go deeper.

“Fuck, baby. Your asshole is so goddamn tight. Y-you gotta let me put my dick in there one day. Shit, I-I’m gonna cum.” He grunted, his free hand moving up to gather my hair, tugging on it slightly, putting just the right amount of pressure on my scalp.

“We’ve been over this. I’ll let you fuck me in the ass the day you let me do the same to you.” I reminded him, and he chuckled, pulling on my hair harder.

“You’re never gonna let that pegging thing go, huh?” He growled, thrusting his finger in and out of my ass. I wailed, rutting against him desperately as I felt my orgasm approach. “You freaky little shit.” He whispered in my ear.

“Aww, fuck! I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum.” I cried, my eyes squeezing shut.

“Yeah, cum on my dick, baby girl. Let me feel you. Ahh, shit that’s it!” He growled into my ear, his gravelly voice bringing me to orgasm. I sobbed in ecstasy as I let go, throbbing around him as wave after wave of mind shattering pleasure swam through me, clouding my brain and destroying any composure I had left. Somewhere along the way, Rick came too, bucking his hips up against me, burying himself as deep as he could, the ache in my belly telling me he was hitting my cervix. The slight pain mingled with the pleasure, drawing it out for longer.

The cloud lifted slowly. I felt completely wrecked; tired and weak with barely any control over my limbs. Still, I threw my arms around Rick’s neck and put everything I had left into a kiss. I raised my hips, lifting off of him and immediately feeling his seed flood out of me. I moaned at the sensation, breaking the kiss and rolling my head back.

“Ahh, Jesus Christ. L-let’s never stop doing that, yeah?” He said breathlessly.

“Fine by me.” I chuckled. “I’ll hold you to that next time your feelings scare you.”

“Shit, record me saying it.” He snorted. His arms dropped from my body and he laid limp against the sofa. I did the same against his chest as I caught my breath.

“God, we made a mess, didn’t we?” I noted, feeling the stickiness between my legs and on the backs of my thighs.

“Best kind of mess.” He replied, seeming unphased.

“Come take a bath with me.” I said, pressing a number of kisses to his jaw. His response was a lazy grunt. “Let’s go. Before we get cum all over my sofa.” I said, climbing off of him and tugging on his hand. Finally, he gave in, hoisting himself up with a groan.

“I’m getting too old for this, you wear me out.” He complained, though the smirk on his face told me he was far from bothered.

“Do you need me to give you a sponge-bath, grandpa?” I teased as I led him by the hand to the bathroom. He pinched my ass in retaliation.

“Y-you can cut that the fuck out.” He hissed. After a pause, he added. “But uh, jokes aside, that’d actually be pretty nice.”

#rick and morty #rick sanchez x reader #fanfiction

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theoriginalbread · 4 years ago

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TW: mentions of grooming, self-harm, suicide, traumas, domestic abuse

Scroll till the END OF POST if you wish to ignore.

You have been warned!

So the other day, I found out, or more so, finally saw it for what it was. I'd been groomed since I was in middle school. The delayed realization because of the whole double standards set on men when it comes to being with someone older than you. Instead of people being concerned that an older, high school junior was interested in an 8th grade boy, everyone was impressed that I managed to "bag" a girl older than me.

For obvious safety reasons and all that, I won't name names or anything, but this person was very manipulative emotionally and would often share her traumas with me and expect me to be able to cure her depression and mental illness. She would show me photos of her self-harming and say that if I ever left her she'd have no other choice but to kill herself because she loves me so much there'd be no life worth living without me. You can imagine how lil ol' me reacted to that.

I obviously reassured her that I didn't want to leave her and that she'd never have to do that or think about that cause it wasn't going to happen. I hadn't ever dealt with anything like this before and it wouldn't be the last time I ever did. Eventually in this "relationship" she attempted to take her life anyways, multiple times, and would go days, weeks even, in the hospital and trying to get me to make her feel better. (Maybe my memory is tainted with the anger I feel, but I'm trying to remain as objective about this as possible). My parents got involved at some point or another, having my password to my social medias, and threatened to involve federal law enforcement, but not having the knowledge of her threats to suicide should our relationship become compromised, they thought I was invested in her due to "teenage hormones" and "sexual desires." After I explained what she had been saying and doing and why I didn't want them getting involved, they got mad at me for talking about sex. My parents were more mad at me that I was sexting her than they were mad that she had been grooming me and maybe they didn't know what grooming was, but they should've realized that there was something fishy about her trying to get with me, as young as I was.

They were mad that their child had become a sexual deviant at the age of 12 and had whored himself up for some girl online but not that she was threatening to kill herself and showing me her injuries and dumping loads of trauma onto me and expecting me to fix it. They didn't care about that because they didn't see that as wrong because they fucking did the same shit to me all my life. I eventually got away from her. i grew tired of having to be so down and depressed and worried all the time. I essentially ghosted her and just used that as an escape for our "relationship." It wasn't long after until I ran into the next girl online.

She was from a different country but still spoke English. I met her in a video game and was talking to her whilst she was on the enemy team. We eventually traded information and she started talking to me about her personal life. I thought maybe she was just going to remain a friend for gaming and nothing else. But she slowly started to take my advice and availability to hear her problems as a sign of romantic interest and started molding this version of me in her head that didn't exist. She fell in love with me, again, her being older than I was and started to feed me the same things over and over. Her boyfriend abused her and beat her and hated her and did so much to her, and all her exes were the same and did so many nasty things to her, but I was different, I was sweet, and caring, and loving. I was reassuring and never once lost my temper (I had no reason to because I wasn't dating her nor did I see her in any romantic light). She would do the same as the other, show me photos of her bruises, send me messages confessing her love for me and how confused she'd be without me and how she never wanted to lose me because I was such a loving person. I ended up distancing myself from her after she started messaging and calling me on a daily basis and asking for my undivided attention constantly at all hours of the day.

All my friends, jealous of Bread, the womanizer, the guy with the charisma to make grown women swoon over him. I bought into that for the longest time too, thinking of myself as a whore, and as a charmer. It stayed in my head for years and years, I was convinced I had "game" and was confident and suave and it inflated my ego. It doesn’t sound right anymore, knowing that it was because I was being preyed on. That this “thing” I had was just because of some girl trying to mold me into her ideal boyfriend or some fucked up delusion of it. It makes me feel sick. Revolting.

I came to realize it was grooming a few nights ago. The first girl had been with me for about three years, all virtually of course. She didn't live in my region. The second, also virtually, in a whole other country and only for about a year.

Maybe these don't sound as terrible as other people's experiences with grooming, maybe it isn't even really grooming, i'm not sure I mean I only just realized maybe something bigger was going on here other than just emotional manipulation.

To this day I feel gross and weird when people say I'm such a nice, caring boy/young man/man. It feels...disgusting to me. I can't ever take that as genuine compliment anymore. I just feel like it's being said to lull me into a sense of security and that they’re gonna try and manipulate me with it. Maybe I wasn’t super in depth about it but, girl #1 laid it on me THICK every single day.

“You’re so different, you’re so kind, caring, nurturing, attentive. You’re more of a man than these other guys my age. You’re so much more mature than guys my age.”

so much goddamn shit every single moment she had the opportunity and it wasn’t even something she thought about. It fucking sucked so much and I hate a lot about myself from it now, how do I just dump this all and carry on? Man I need therapy.

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#mine #TW #grooming #self harm #11:50 pm

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sunken-standard · 7 years ago

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For The Halloween sentence thingy: “Costumes and candy are for babies. You and me? We’re going to raise the dead.” :D sherlolly of course.

(I had a couple false starts with this one, but here’s… something.)

“Costumes and candy are for babies. You and me? We’re going to raise the dead.”

Need your help for a thing. Lab,23:30, don’t be late.

Sherlock glanced at the text one moretime as he walked towards the morgue. Molly wasn’t usually thiscryptic, typically writing a dissertation spanning four texts ofnegations and apologies and explanations if she ever had to ask afavour. He wasn’t worried. Much.

He stopped dead once inside the morgue;the overhead lights were out and the room was lit by what had to be ahundred candles ringing a sheet-covered body on the slab. His gutclenched until he noticed Molly in the corner, making notes in a filelike it was any other post-mortem.

She turned and smiled. "Ah, good,right on time, let’s get started.“

“What’s this about? Is this somekind of— Halloween—” he wiggled his fingers “—thing?”he asked, remembering the date. She quiteliked Halloween or, at least, always seemed a bit cheerier rightaround that time, much like some people perked up around Christmas.

“‘Halloween thing’ makes it soundso amateur. Fancy dress and sweets are for babies. You and me? We’re going to raise the dead.”

You and I, hecorrected on reflex, then absorbed what she’d said. "Raise thedead.“

“Yes.”

“Have you been inhaling some fumesyou shouldn’t have been? Maybe ate too much and fell asleep in frontof the telly while a horror film was playing?”

She looked to be taking a moment tosteel herself before saying, “There’s something you don’t knowabout me. It’s, ah, probably just easier to show you rather thantell you.”

He waited, wondering what he may havemissed. She picked up an old leather-bound book from next to thefile she’d been working on and flipped through it before recitingsomething in what sounded like Scots; he felt the oddest sort oftingling in his limbs and a bit disoriented as his field of visionoriented itself a foot higher than it normally was. He looked downand yes, his feet had left the floor.

He ran through all possiblescenarios—accidentally drugged, actually asleep, head injury,sudden neurological event causing hallucinations, some kind of freaklocalized gravitational anomaly, actually levitating as a result ofwhat Molly was reading from the book. Considering he couldn’t proveor disprove any of his other hypotheses, he chose to temporarily workwith ‘magic is real and Molly Hooper is some kind of witch.’

“So why do you need my help? Andif you could see fit to put my feet back on the floor?”

“Oh, sorry,” she said,flicking her finger and letting him drop to the floor. Good thing hehad excellent reflexes, she didn’t let him down gently. "Bloodof a virgin,“ she added brightly.

"I’m sorry?”

“If I were only trying to contactthe other side, I could just use any old blood, but to reanimate someone, I need the bloodof a virgin. You’re the only virgin I know and I didn’t have time totroll university mixers for spotty gamers in fedoras. I’mon a bit of schedule here, so if you could just—?”

“Wh—uh—I’m not a virgin. Can’t you just use Rosie’s blood?”

“The spell doesn’t call for bloodof an infant, who knows what I’d get? It’s like chemistry, you don’tjust substitute sulfuric acid for hydrochloric willy-nilly. And youdon’t have to be embarrassed about it, some people are just latebloomers.”

“I’m not a late bloomer and I’mnot a virgin. I’ve done things.” Not that he needed toelaborate or defend himself, but he had plenty of sexual experience. He went to public school and he’d had a girlfriend once (even if itwas fake; and sure, maybe they hadn’t had penetrative sex, butgenitals still featured rather heavily in their encounters) and,well, sexting didn’t count per se, but he’d done that, too. Plentyof sexual experience.

“This book was written in 1631. The things you’ve done—which I don’t need to know the detailsof—were not the things they had in mind.”

He scowled at her. Did she read minds,too? "How do you know?“ he accused.

"Call it women’s intuition. And Idosed your coffee when you were here earlier. If you weren’t avirgin, it would have made you violently ill. Or killed you, butthat hardly ever happens.”

“You tried to poison me?”

“You’ve poisoned John like sixtimes.”

“Yeah, but it’s me. Andyou,” he sputtered, “you don't— poison people.”

“Sherlock, focus. I need fiftymillilitres of blood, give or take, and I can get it out of you theeasy way or the hard way because this needs to happen at midnight andI’m not waiting another year. So if you please?”

He tried to stare her down, his eyesnarrowed, but she just gave him her very bland, polite, somewhatvacant ‘I’m waiting’ face. He huffed a sigh and gave in, rolled uphis sleeve. “So how long have you been…?”

He had no idea how he was supposed tofinish that sentence.

“Born into it. Last of my line,actually—it’s matrilineal—which is a pity, but, well, you knowabout my luck with men,” she said conversationally as sheprepped his arm for the blood draw.

“How—how did I miss somethinglike this? Me?” he ask himself aloud. He still wasn’truling out some form of altered state on his part, but for now, theimprobable was looking like the truth.

“It’s not something we can reallybe open about, for obvious reasons, Y'know, with the burnings and thedrownings. And the stonings. And the pressings, and the hangings,and the beheadings.”

“But Wicca is mostly accepted andconsidered a 'legitimate religion'—as far as that goes—thesedays.”

“Pfft, Wicca. 'Oh, I can summonthe wind!’ The only wind they can summon is from the lentils theyhad for supper the night before. This is real magic, not thecartoon Order of Thelema toff 'magick’ with a 'k’ or the sociopathicsex cult that popped up in the States sixty years ago. Which is whywe’re not supposed to tell men about any of it and especially not letthem see the book—”

Sherlock raised an eyebrow, glancing upfrom where he’d idly been flipping through the pages; surely she’dnoticed and she hadn’t stopped him.

“—because they read one littlesection and think they understand the answer to life, the universe,and everything, and then they go off spouting gibberish and making itall about them. Crowley did it, LaVey did it, tons of others too,going all the way back.”

“But you’re telling me.”

Molly looked away for a second,colouring faintly. "Because I trust you to keep my secrets,just like you trust me to keep yours,“ she said softly,sincerely. Then she shifted back to her usual sunny self. "AndI’m probably the only person in all of England who can murder you andget away with it.”

He steadfastlyignored the tingle that thought gave him.

“So how does this work? Raisingthe dead,” he asked, changing the subject before he saidsomething stupid like I could help you with that 'last of yourline’ problem.

“I combine some reagents, anointthe body, say some words, and hey presto, 'it’s alive!’” Sheended with a dramatic pantomime a la Frankenstein.

Which would make him Igor, he supposed. Wonderful.

“But the physiology, the sciencebehind it, how—”

“No idea. They don’t usually stayundead long enough to run tests, and it’s not like I canshuffle a reanimated corpse up to Imaging for a CAT scan.”

“So you’ve done this before.”

“A few times…” she hedged.

“Ah,” he said. Hewatched as she set the second vial aside and withdrew the needle; hepressed the cotton wool over the puncture while she fiddled with apiece of tape. It was obvious she didn’t do this very often. "Whatfor?“

"Hm?”

“Whydo you do it?”

“Practice,mostly. Only get to do it once a year, when the veil is thinnest. And I’ve been testing the limits of the spell against state ofdecomp. I raised a skeleton last year, but it fell apart after fiveminutes. Without any soft tissues, it couldn’t really do much ofanything, though, so there isn’t much practical application for that. Remind me later, I’ll send you the video,” she said, pouringthe blood into a latte mug, then adding some kind of (obviouslypre-measured) powder from an envelope.

Abit like instant soup,he thought giddily. "You take video?“

"Isend it out to the rest of the coven. Kind of a humblebrag, but youcan only see 'hashtag: love potion success!’ so many times before itgets old.”

“Soyou’re rubbish at potions,” he said flatly.

“They’remostly useless, with modern medicine,” she defended. He mighthave touched a nerve. "Sleeping draught? Sedatives. Cure fordropsy? Diuretics and diagnostic testing. Rickets, scurvy, allkinds of pox—all gone, thanks to medicine. And love potions arejust… cheating. What’s the point of someone loving you if it isn’treal? And it’s a bit dodgy besides with, y'know, consent issues.“

Hetipped his head, agreeing; she probably hadn’t tried one on him,then, and he found himself a bit disappointed at that. Best to stuffthat down the laundry chute in his Mind Palace with the rest of hisfeelings.

"Justgoing to pop off to microwave this,” Molly said, holding up themug. "Don’t touch anything until I get back.“

"Youuse a microwave?”

“Can’texactly build a fire in the middle of the floor and hang a cauldronover it, can I? It only needs to boil, doesn’t matter how it getsthere,” she said before disappearing through the doors.

Becausehe was an adult and he could follow directions, he didn’t touchanything. Except the book—grimoire, he supposed—which was justtoo much to resist. Upon closer inspection, he decided that no, thebinding wasn’t cow or sheep or any other ruminant; it was more likepigskin.

Longpig, his brainsupplied. Human. He was delighted. Inside was a jumble of pages in different handsand different languages, some runes, some Old and Middle English,some he didn’t recognize at all; aside from the content, a book likethis was a museum piece. He wondered if she used magic to keep itfrom degrading, then laughed at himself for even having a thoughtlike that. Utterly ridiculous.

Mollyreturned with the steaming mug, two mismatched oven mitts on herhands.

“Ifyou could just pull back the sheet for me? And then hold open thebook on page, um… I don’t know, the one right after the full pageillustration of the orgy with Satan.”

“Isthat a thing you actually do? I suppose that explains why you sleptwith Moriarty.”

“Islept with Jim because he was nice and he had a cock like a baby’sarm holding an app—” she cleared her throat. "He wasnice. And the woodcut is contemporary political satire. The Devilis actually James the First. Huh, James, Jim… whatever. Hold thebook open please.“

Foronce, he shut up and did as he was told.

"Arethey always that chatty?” he asked, hovering as Molly closed thedrawer on the doubly-deceased Mrs. Moon.

“Notusually, no,” Molly said. "Thank God her tongue finallyfell out. I think she had a grudge against every single person andautonomous body in all of England.“

"Howmany cats did you say they found with her?”

“Seventeen,I think? But four were mummified.”

“Mm. Pity I hadn’t known you could do this years ago. Probably couldhave saved myself a bit of time dismantling Moriarty’s network if Icould’ve just asked him who they were.”

“Well, ah, actually, I did. Wasn’t really able to get much out of him, though, with the braindamage. He just kept repeating strings of numbers and letters. I,um, took them to your brother—don’t worry, I lied about where I gotthem—and, long story short, they were offshore account numbers,mostly in the Caymans. Redid my kitchen and went on holidaywith the finder’s fee.”

“I suppose that explains whyMycroft stopped complaining about my expense account. I knew it wastoo good to be true to think he’d finally come around to seeingthings my way.” Then, a thought struck him. "So what elsecan you do?“

"Lame a horse, blight yourneighbour’s field, inflict pin-vomiting and hallucinations, um…snakes for hair, impotence, warts, turning people into rats, frogs,bats… all the traditional stuff.”

“Will you show me sometime?”

She smiled at him, bright and genuine. “This is going to be fun,” she said.

“Yes, it is,” he said,grinning back.

#mychakk #halloween sentence meme #sherlolly #sunken's secret stash

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thestuckylibrary · 7 years ago

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Mods’ Reads: June 2017

New mods, new features!

We know we are very behind on our recs, so by the suggestion of a lovely anon, we’ve decided to compile a list of fics we’ve read this month. This fandom always gives us amazing stories to gush about, which we are very thankful for :D

From new fics to old ones, our picks are under the cut:

Mod Karin

And we’ll be slow, honey lovers (‘til the clocks go forward again) by stellam_ignem

But he knows he wants to stay, because he can’t stand not hearing Steve’s voice, or not seeing that smile on that face, or that solemn look of kindness whenever he hands over a few dollars to the homeless veteran on the side of the street. He can’t stand not making Steve laugh. He loves the the subtle smirk in his dares and the snark in his jokes, and the jerk in his brow when he’s lost in thought, or the way he smiles whenever they kiss and thumbs across Bucky’s lower back. Bucky chokes a little, on air, and gently wraps his arms back around Steve’s neck to kiss him.

or: bucky’s a boxer/writer and steve’s the english teacher who walks in on his life.

Fortunate Resolutions of In-Field Complications a.k.a. Dumb Luck by Katharoses, Lasenby_Heathcote

The mission was simple. The mission wasn’t anything at all. We didn’t have to fight, we didn’t have to break in or steal anything or blow anything up - or at least nothing specific. The mission was simply to create a lot of bluster in the wrong direction. But then, the mission doesn’t always go according to plan.

If They Haven’t Learned Your Name by silentwalrus

Steve gets out of the hospital in two days, but just barely. “I’m fine,” he tells Sam, Nurse Eunjung and the phalanx of doctors assigned to make sure Captain America didn’t bleed out and die and get bad PR all over their nice clean hospital. “I have an advanced healing factor. It’s fine. See? I’m standing.”

“That is not standing,” Sam tells him.

“You’re bending the IV stand,” Nurse Eunjung adds pointedly. “Let go and sit down, they don’t grow on trees.”

aka Steve and Bucky’s Global Honeymoon Revenge World Tour.

Pieces Were Stolen From Me by perfect_plan

Steve Rogers is drawn to the mysterious man who has started to frequent his gallery but has no idea how is life is about to change just by being his friend.

Werewolf? There Wolf by leveragehunters (Monkeygreen)

After the car accident that cost him his arm and the endless rehabilitation that got him his shiny metal Stark Industries replacement, Bucky’s happy for a break from people. The house in the forest is peaceful, town’s a fair distance away, and he’s got no neighbours…except maybe a blue-eyed wolf and possibly a naked guy named Steve.

(PS: Steve is the wolf.)

Mod Blue I (re)read a lot so I’m just going to list them without their summaries or we’ll all be scrolling forever.

The Way Out Is The Way Down by Speranza

Coming and Going by Speranza

20th Century Limited by Speranza

What We Asked For From Each Other by Speranza

Goodbye Piccadilly, Farewell Leicester Square by Speranza

All The Angels and The Saints by Speranza

Captain Rogers and Sergeant Barnes by Speranza

Coming Out Party by Speranza

the nightmare from which I am trying to awake by Speranza

Dishonor On Your Cow by mandarou

The Avengers Hate Club by notebooksandlaptops

Nietzsche is Dead by mambo

Kiss the Cook by mambo

half awake in a fake empire by idrilka

Behind closed doors: collected oral histories of queer community in New York, 1930-1945. doi 10.1999/journal.amhistqstud.32557038 by wobblyheadeddollcaper

back seat drive by silentwalrus

Workplace Hazards by AggressiveWhenStartled

Mod Julia

broken people (living under loaded gun) by obsessivereader, Slaughter_Me

“It’s him, Nat.”

“He may look like Steve, but that’s not Steve.” Distress mars her calm, professional mask, a sign of how shaken she is. “You saw how many men he killed, the way he did it. That’s not Steve.”

Until You Wear a Groove in the World by rohkeutta

Steve saves him.

In a way, Bucky wishes he hadn’t, because at least then Bucky could’ve pretended that those letters from Spokane and Tucson and Philadelphia never arrived. Bucky could’ve died imagining that Steve was safely in Brooklyn, clinging to life with the skin of his teeth, maybe taking Rebecca and Alice out dancing.

And Shadows Will Fall Behind byleveragehunters

The world was full of things no one could have expected.

Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes never expected to fall from a train into decades of torture and killing.

HYDRA never expected their perfect Winter Soldier’s programming to shatter.

And Bucky, who’d once been the Winter Soldier, who was now an auxiliary to the Avengers, never expected to look down from a rooftop in New York City, where he was keeping watch over the world’s most ineffectual aspirant supervillains, and see a tiny ball of angry sunshine. Fierce and fearless, he loosed feelings in Bucky that he’d thought were gone forever.

we are the things that we do for fun by Nonymos

Going to a professional Dom may be one of the weirdest things Bucky’s ever done. Especially since this skinny Steve Rogers guy doesn’t really look the part.

But hey, they might just find a way to make this work.

let’s see where we wake up tomorrow by kblaze2

Steve’s gone on his second tour. Bucky gets a dog. There is no correlation. Really. Shut up, Nat.

Feeling I’ll Forget, I’m In Love Now by smithsonianstucky

Five years after the events in D.C., Steve and Bucky are living in Brooklyn and working through Bucky’s last stage of recovery: refamiliarizing himself with touch. At the suggestion of his therapist, they adopt a cat and wonder what changes the pet will make in their lives.

a trip to the grope zoo by mwestbelle

Bucky spends some quality time with Steve’s quality tits.

The Joy of Little Things by obsessivereader, Sealcat

or, how Steve ends up working for a dragon with a very odd sense of humor

Korpimaan kutsu by Feanor_in_leather_pants, rohkeutta

The Wise Man teaches him sometimes if he catches Steve puttering around the woods: how to read the trees and the moss, when to listen to the birds and when it’s better to leave their advice untaken. He teaches Steve about the bears and why you’re never supposed to call them by their real name; tells him grittier and truer stories about the woodsfolk than the old ladies in the village.

Dark Lights of Brooklyn by jwdish98

Steve Rogers is a private investigator who is barely skating by. He spends more time in his office than his apartment, and he continues to watch all his friends live out their lives while he sits on the sidelines.

However, when a case falls into his lap that dredges up past mistakes Steve’s life starts to veer off course- in a good way. Probably.

(He’s not entirely sure yet.)

Send Nudes! by DizzyRedhead, TrishArgh

When Steve decided to cosplay Captain America, one of his favorite TV characters, at a convention, he didn’t expect to meet a Winter Soldier cosplayer who looks like he stepped right off the screen (and has a great ass). He didn’t expect to hook up with Bucky, or to find out that they live in the same part of Brooklyn. He definitely didn’t expect the sexting, or the continued hooking up, or the dinner dates.

Steve didn’t expect any of this. Especially not the feelings.

Magic Fingers by lillupon

Steve is just a simple hairdresser.

The Only Familiar Thing by brideofquiet

Steve takes a breath, steels himself, and asks, “Where are we going, Buck?”

Bucky raises an eyebrow. “You’re the one driving, Steve.”

so pop the hood, see what’s good by Bellakitse, ravyn_ashling

While celebrating his birthday Steve meets a charming guy with beautiful blue eyes and an easy smile, going home with him for the night should be the end of it. Instead it’s only the start when his boss and friend hires him as his new mechanic.

Mod Dee

Someone get this boy a drink by fingersnapstothat

Sam recommends Steve get a Tinder. He does. It proves to be the best and worst idea ever.

An Idiot’s Romance by captainsthve

So. Steve’s not the smoothest person.

Which is why he’s currently knocking on Sam Wilson’s door and groaning, “Sam, I’m hopeless.” as soon as the door swings open.

Sam just rolls his eyes and lets Steve in. “That is not new information. What happened?”

So Steve recounts the events of the morning with Sam listening patiently and only teasing a little bit. “You know Steve, I’m going to write a biography about you one day and I’m gonna make millions because no one will believe that Captain America is so hopelessly in love with his best friend that he turns into a middle schooler with a crush.”

aka the one where Steve realizes he’s in love and also realizes he’s horribly bad at flirting.

only one my arms will ever hold by wearing_tearing

Like most stories about Bucky Barnes and his questionable and sometimes terrible life choices, this one starts because he decides not to listen to Natasha’s cryptic and mostly annoying advice.

He decides not to listen, and he hunts down and kills a deer during that month’s full moon run with his pack and leaves its dead body on Steve Rogers’s front step.

Steve, the man Bucky kind-of-possibly-maybe-absolutely is in love with.

Bucky would try to smother himself after that one, but he’s learned that werewolves are hard to kill.

Or: the four stages of courting Steve Rogers.

Dishonor On Your Cow by mandarou

“Sergeant Barnes?”

“Oh, hell no, don’t call him that, man,” Sam warned.

“Captain Fuck Off!” Barnes shouted over him. “Fight me!”

Steve didn’t know whether to laugh or just slink away. He managed to combine the two by pacing two steps and snorting instead. Like a bull.

“I’m gonna need you to calm your ass, Barnes,” Sam said as he went limp again, obstructing Barnes’s struggling under him. “This is so undignified. That is Captain goddamn America.”

“Captain goddamn America!” Barnes repeated, louder. And angrier.

Steve cleared his throat again. “I’ve been looking for you,” he told Barnes.

“I hope you brought lube this time!” Barnes shouted.

perhaps it is to avoid some great sadness by onibi

Steve: I took an online quiz and it told me I’d be a cup of black coffee. It says that my good qualities are that I’m friendly, adaptable, and low maintenance.

Bucky: and what did it say you were at your worst a lazy jerk who harasses his boyfriend with inane bullshit online instead of coming in and talking to him face to face

or: in which steve gets really into online personality quizzes, everybody suffers, and steve is a huge sap about how much he loves his boyfriend

I love you like rlb by tolieawake

I love you like rlb has become a well-known, accepted and valuable component of American vernacular. The meaning of the letters 'rlb’ is unknown, but is uniformly considered to be a statement of a great romantic love, commitment and sacrifice.

It was Dernier as first said it. Steve never imagined that something like that could have survived the war and all the years in between.

In which Tony goes insane trying to figure out why that phrase affects the Cap so much, Bucky teases the press, and Steve and Bucky love each other like rlb.

#mod picks

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the-panic-the-static · 7 years ago

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ALL THE QUESTIONS IF IT'S NOT TOO MUCH

1. What is your middle name?I don’t have a middle name

2. Do you have any nicknames?Nope

3. Do you have any allergies?No

4. What is the longest your hair has ever been?To my hips

5. Apple or PC?pc

6. Favorite flavor?ehh depends on the food

7. Have you ever been on a blind date?No

8. Are you friends with any of your exes?NO

9. What kind of car do you drive?A Citroen

10. How grammatically correct are you when you text?In German, very, in English I try to be

11. What foreign country would you most like to visit and why?Norway, because it’s so fucking beautiful there AND the US just to see a wonderful human

12. Creamy or chunky peanut butter?creamy

13. Favorite food to pig out on?

14. DC or Marvel?ehhh idc

15. Disney or Nickelodeon?SAME

16. Do you have any stickers on your laptop computer?I have not!

17. Name/author of the last book you read cover to cover. Do you recommend it?It’s called Bio-Nahrungsmittel für alle ... ?: Trendentwicklungen der Biobranche by Astrid Sara Nave, and ehhh I would recommend it if you’re interested in organic food and speak German (I had to read it for my diploma thesis)

18. Do you read any magazines?I do

19. Coffee or tea?Tea

20. What is your go-to Starbucks drink?I’ve been to Starbucks just once and ehh no thanks

21. How many things can do with your weaker hand?IDK actually nothing tbh

22. Last show you binge watched?None

23. Dogs or cats?Dooogs

24. Favorite Disney princess?wat

25. Do you like fast food?sometimes, sure

26. Favorite thing to cook for yourself?Lately I’ve often been cooking this coconut-rice with vegetables, cashews and dattles cause it’s SO GOOD

27. Favorite song to sing in the shower?Lately: The Heart From Your Hate

28. Have you ever butt dialed anyone?HELL NO

29. iPhone/iPad or Android?Android

30. Any styles of music you do not like?Actually everything else but Metal/Rock tbh

31. Have you ever kissed anyone of the same gender? If so, did you like it?I did and yeah, I liked it

32. Have you ever gotten a ticket while driving?Nope

33. Favorite emoji?EH IDK

34. Showers or baths?DEPENDS ON the day/mood

35. Is there anything you regret buying?Not really, no

36. Are you fluent in more than one language?I am

37. Any movie(s) you can watch over and over again and enjoy just as much every time?There are a few

38. What is the heaviest you have ever weighed?AHHHH

39. Do you have any tattoos? If so, how many and where?3, two on my arms and one on my back

40. Have you ever uttered a spoken hashtag?NOPE

41. Favorite school subject?EH it was Business Informatics and Information- and Mediatechnology

42. Favorite non-chocolate candy?ICE CREAM IF THAT COUNTS AS CANDY

43. Name one celebrity you dislike.IDC

44. If you could have one superpower, which one would you most like to have?READ OTHER PEOPLE’S MINDS I GUESS

45. From 1-10, rate your singing ability.Probably a 3

46. From 1-10, rate your dancing ability.0

47. From 1-10, rate your cooking ability.I love cooking, I’d say a solid 8

48. From 1-10, rate your driving ability.SAME FOR DRIVING

49. Are you religious?No

50. Do you drink soda? If so, which one is your favorite?Not really

51. Have you ever locked your keys in your car?Ehh, no

52. Spring or autumn?Autumn

53. Do you play any sports?nope

54. Can you play any musical instruments?The flute

55. Are you more introverted or extroverted?Introverted, obviously

56. How easily do you cry?Very, unfortunately

57. Last musical artist you saw live?KORN

58. Favorite YouTube channel?Don’t really have a favourite

59. Star Wars or Star Trek?IDC

60. How long have you known your best friend?5 years!

61. Have you ever voted for a reality show?Ehh, no

62. Last CD you bought?GOOD QUESTION, I don’t really know

63. Have you ever ended a romantic relationship?if you mean if I’ve ever broke up with someone, yeah, I have

64. Have you ever been broken up with?Yeah

65. Have you ever been in the audience for the taping of a TV show?No

66. How long was your longest relationship? Are you still with that person?kinda over a year, no, luckily

67. Have you seen any Broadway plays or musicals?Yeah, with school but I can’t remember anymore

68. Have you ever acted in a play or a musical?When I was in primary school, yeah

69. How flexible are you?kinda, I think

70. Have you ever sexted?Sure

71. Do you own any clothes from garage sales or thrift stores?No, I don’t

72. Real or fake Christmas trees?DON’T REALLY CARE

73. How many pillows do you sleep with?One big and one small

74. How well can you write in cursive?my handwriting is horrible

75. What is your political affiliation?-

76. Do you like any boy bands?HELL NO

77. Have you ever broken any bones?I haven’t

78. Have you ever gotten any stitches?No

79. Do you have any piercings in places other than your ears?I do

80. What is the oldest piece of clothing you still wear and how old is it?a pullover, 3 years I guess

81. Do you like wearing hats?No

82. Have you ever dyed your hair?Sure

83. From 1-10, how competitive are you?I’d say 5, I don’t really know tbh

84. How long have you been at your current job?2 weeks, just started

85. Have you ever studied abroad?No

86. Phrase you say the most?probably “What the fuck” or “I DON’T KNOW”

87. Have you ever quit a job?no

88. Have you ever gotten fired from a job?No

89. Have you ever won a trophy? If so, what for?I have, flute

90. Have you ever been a Boy/Girl Scout?I haven’t

91. Last thing that made you laugh?TODAY at work I told my co-worker that a girl from my friend’s class and her boyfriend have dildos distributed all over their apartment and we talked about how weird that was cause they don’t hide it when people come visiting them and like, THERE ARE DILDOS ON THE FUCKING TABLE OR COUCH AND THEY JUST DON’T CARE ABOUT IT AND ACT LIKE IT WAS NORMAL TO SHOW EVERYONE LIKE IT WAS SOME DECOR

92. Do you eat meat?No, actually not

93. Are you more of a morning or a night person?night, definitely

94. Worst habit?Eating at nights, I hate it

95. Deepest fear?Old habits

96. Do you believe in ghosts?I don’t

97. If you could take home any animal from the zoo, what animal would you take?EHH IDK Probably a tapir, they’re so sweet

98. Do you consider rapping singing?rapping is rapping, singing is singing

99. Favorite costume you wore for Halloween? How old were you?IT WAS A WITH when I was like, 6?

100. Favorite store to shop at?EHH idk

101. Have you ever given anyone CPR?I haven’t

102. Favorite Pokémon?-

103. Do you own any homemade clothing?NO

104. Do you drink alcohol at all? If so, what is your drink of choice?I do, Gin Tonic

105. Have you ever skinny dipped?YEAH when I was maybe 2 or 3 in our garden

106. Favorite type of cookie?CHOCOLATE chip, probably

107. Favorite flavor of ice cream?I LIKE THEM ALL CAN’T DECIDE

108. Biggest pet peeve?table manners, probably

109. Are you still friends with anyone from high school?I am

110. Favorite literary character?EHH idc

111. Are your birth parents still together?They are

112. Do you wear or have your ever worn glasses?I have, now I’m wearing contacts

113. How many of your Facebook friends do you actually hang out with?I have like 20 fb friends so yeah, pretty much with everyone of them

114. Have you ever been the victim of a prank?I haven’t

115. Do you belong to a fraternity or a sorority?No

116. Have you ever taken a nude selfie?I have

117. Are you adopted?I’m not

118. Favorite fandom??

119. Oldest memory?I laughed at a friend’s haircut when I was 6 and she started crying, I regreted it so much that I locked myself in the toilet and cried until my teacher followed me, she needed one hour to make me open the door and brought me back to class, I apologized immediately and since then I’ve never done something like this to anyone ever again, and I won’t

120. Have you ever snorted when you laughed?No

121. Can you drive stick?I drive stick

122. Favorite Disney song?IDC

123. Random boy’s name.Daniel ♥

124. Random girls’ name.Ehhh, MARLIES

125. How often do you eat out at a nice restaurant?maybe 2-3 times a month

126. How many people are in your nuclear family?4

127. What accent do you consider the most attractive?IDK I JUST KNOW that mine is the ugliest

128. What is your Myers-Briggs personality type?IDK

129. What is your astrological sign?Gemini

130. Biggest regret?THERE ARE some I guess idk

131. What type of shoes do you wear the most?BOOTS

132. Do you like any soap operas?Nah

133. Do you listen to talk radio?No

134. What sports team(s) do you root for?NONE

135. Describe your sense of humor.IDK it’s weird I guess

136. Have you ever been hit on by someone of the same gender?Today a girl randomly sent me her tits, if that counts

137. Favorite video game?BATTLEFIELD AT THE MOMENT

138. Name a moment in your life when you were pleasantly surprised.When I got the job I haven’t thought I would get

139. Do you believe in serendipity?No really

140. Have you ever left a movie theater before the movie was done?Yeah

141. Have you ever felt you were born in the wrong period of history?SOmetimes, yeah

142. Is sex before marriage wrong?Of course not? wtf

143. Have you ever gotten a song you dislike stuck in your head?I have

144. Can you handle spicy food?I love spicy food

145. Have you ever called a non-lover a term such as darling, honey, babe, or dear?I have

146. Do you like MTV?Nah

147. Where on your body are you the most ticklish?Probably feet

148. TV show or movie you quote/reference the most?idk

149. Have you ever lived with a roommate you didn’t get along with?No

150. Where do you think is the best place to meet a new lover?idk, probably in a restaurant or bar, I think it’s not important as long as both feel comfortable with the place

151. Have you ever successfully been on a diet?I have

152. Favorite thing to do outside?EHH GO FOR A WALK? IDK

153. Where did you go on your last vacation?Croatia

154. Do you say “y'all” at all?sometimes, I do

155. Have you ever lived on a farm?I haven’t

156. Do you believe in evolution?I do

157. What TV channel do you watch the most?I don’t watch TV at all

158. Favorite Beatles song?IDC

159. Have you ever been on TV?No, luckily

160. Have you ever been to Disney World or Disneyland?Nope

161. Do you like horror movies?I do

162. Do you like to go fishing?Haven’t been in years, used to go sometimes with my dad when I was like 4?

163. Have you ever been hunting?Ehhh no?

164. Do you take medication for anything?I do

165. Name one item from your bucket list.I don’t have such a list

166. From 1-10, how much do you like children?it depends on the child? I’d say a 5

167. Have you ever thought about your wedding?Nah

168. Have you ever been bungee jumping or skydiving?I haven’t

169. Favorite flower?I LOVE THEM ALL

170. Do you collect anything?LINGERIE if that counts

171. Who was the last person you told a lie to?MY MOTHER TODAY cause she asked me when I’m going to visit them again and I said I didn’t know even though I’m going to visit them tomorrow!

172. Have you ever been a bridesmaid or a groomsman?No

173. Have you ever had a fortune cookie fortune come true?ehh no

174. What was your favorite toy to play with when you were a child?can’t even remember

175. How good are you at math?not too good, not too bad

176. Have you ever learned anything from a how-to YouTube video?No

177. Have you ever participated in a science fair?No

178. Have you ever wished you were born the opposite gender?Nope

179. Have you ever participated in a public protest?No

180. Do you have a pool at your house?I haven’t

181. Have you ever hosted a wild party?nope

182. Do you like karaoke?No really

183. Have you ever written a love letter?I have

184. Have you ever ran a marathon?No

185. How often do you get mad at yourself?Like, all the time

186. Any guilty pleasures? I don’t think so

187. Fruits or vegetables?BOTH

188. Do you live in a house or an apartment?Apartment

189. The countryside or the suburbs?both has its pros and cons, for me it’s the suburbs

190. Worst job you’ve ever had?-

191. Do you hang out with any of your co-workers?NOT YET

192. Were you ever voted homecoming/prom king or queen?We don’t have this dumb shit over here, luckily

193. Were you voted a “best” or “most likely to” in high school?wtf

194. Have you ever gotten detention?no

195. Have you ever babysat?I have

196. Have you ever taken a road trip just for the fun of it?Of course

197. How many drinks get you tipsy?I think it starts around drink number 6

198. Were you a part of any academic clubs in high school or college?-

199. Have you ever given a public speech, aside from your schooling?no

200. How long have you been on tumblr? For almost 3 years now

THANK YOU SO MUCH DANIEL ♥

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