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[seeingivy]

befriend your landlord 

roommate eren x f!reader

you and eren reconcile after meeting your eccentric landlord

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content: drinking, certified nut job landlord kenny ackerman, mentions of thanksgiving and fascism, mentions of a little meow meow 

an: I do not subscribe to canon lonely levi he actually just has a very alive mother and a weirdo freak uncle bc I said so. buckle in girlfriends!!! (and boyfriends and all the friends) also this chapter is based on a very real thing that happened to one of my friends in college I just think its funny...also ive evolved from calling this a mini-series cuz I plotted way too much and now cuz we gotta build the trust yk they are VERY MUCH IDIOTS IN LOVE

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“So we can’t drive because…” 

“He likes to drink. Like, an insane amount.” 

“What does that have to do with us?” 

You and Eren were currently swinging your feet on the green bench, the train station bustling in front of you. The two of you were riding into the city to meet with your landlord today. Kenny Ackerman. You were officially being added to the lease. But apparently, it was a bigger ordeal than just signing the papers. 

You’d thought against it originally. Signing a very legal, very binding agreement to live with Eren, to stay with him for the foreseeable future. It didn’t seem like the best idea, given how the two of you were as of late. Awkward, distant, aimless. 

If you had things your way, you would have been moving out, you would have never even been his roommate in the first place. You had even tried apartment hunting again, just to get away from Eren. For good. 

The second you tried, you immediately remembered the reason you had to live with Eren in the first place. The options were hardly to die over. Hole in the wall, bathtub for a bed, your old physics professor.

You were stuck with Eren, whether you liked it or not. And that meant you had to go, convince Kenny Ackerman you were ‘worthy of living in the apartment’ (Eren’s words, not yours), and then sign the lease. 

Eren had been coaching you for a better part of the morning, this conversation being the longest the two of you had talked in the past few weeks. 

Some part of talking to him was becoming easier. The two of you weren’t exactly having the conversations you had before, but it was civil. Nice even. It was the only reason you were able to stomach this entire thing.

“I would never drive you home drunk, Y/N.” 

“I could have driven us home.” 

“Trust me. He can be very convincing.” 

Eren had been coaching you on everything you needed to know about Kenny. Don’t call him Mr. Ackerman, he will hate you. If Kuchel, his sister, is there then make sure that you call her Mrs. Ackerman. Don’t call her Kuchel until she tells you to call her Kuchel. The sooner she says that, the better. Make sure to drink anything he offers you, the pink lemonade smells bad but it’s not too horrible. If his nephew is there, don’t make eye contact unless he makes it with you first. 

He was somehow more nervous introducing you to his landlord (and his landlord’s family??) than introducing you to his own parents. Granted, they kind of put a pin in that entire thing, but he seemed way more at ease then than he did right now. 

You can see the timer on the screen, signaling that the next train would be here in less than a minute. You nudge his shoulder and the two of you jump off the bench, hesitantly linking arms as you push through the crowd in front of you.

The second the doors slide open, everyone pushes forward, very quickly sliding into every available seat on the train. This left you and Eren to share a single pole to hold onto as the train started moving. You secure your knuckles right under his, the two of you standing in silence, less than a foot away from each other. He leans down, his face even closer than it was before and he whispers into your ear. 

“Brace your feet.” 

“I know how to stand on a train, Eren.” 

He doesn’t respond right away and you turn to find him looking down at the ground, avoiding meeting your gaze. You were just kidding. But then again, you did yell at him last week, so how is he supposed to know the difference? 

“Six stops. Then we’ll get off.” 

You nod, bracing your feet against the ground as the train starts moving. The train is stuffy, warm, and way over capacity. You can smell the girl standing directly next to you’s perfume, the prune smell so strong it was making your head spin. But worse than the smell was the heat, the congregation of people making the air congested, your hair sticking to the back of your neck from the sweat. 

The two of you are pressed against each other, standing awkwardly. In silence. You did that a lot lately. This thing between the two of you was…delicate. You’re not sure what it is but the usual comfort, ease that you and Eren had was all but eliminated, left with this quietness. If you made a joke, it was lost to him entirely. If he said something that caught you off guard, you usually avoided responding by leaving the room. You had shouted at him and he made fun of you, so that didn’t leave much room for comfort. 

The train quickly lurches, slowing down all of a sudden. You quickly lose your footing, stumbling in the air as the train stops completely. Before you can fall, Eren secures his hand against your waist, stabilizing you in the air as the train comes to a full stop. You watch a few people get off the train and switch with those getting on, your breath still shaky from losing your balance. 

You feel him lean down, his head directly next to yours as he whispers in your ear, again. His hand is still secured around your waist, holding you steady. Even though the train wasn’t moving. 

“So when I said brace your feet, I basically meant-” 

“Shut up, Eren.” 

“We should get a leash for the ride back. Lock you up real nice so you won’t move.” 

“Perfect! We can use after too, when I have to drag your drunk ass home.” 

The two of you are laughing, readjusting yourself against the pole as the train starts again. His hands are still holding you steady and you can feel your cheeks flushing pink. From the heat. Obviously. 

There’s always moments like this - ones where it feels like nothing’s changed at all. You try not to think too hard about them. They’ve always gotten you in trouble. 

He tightens his grip on your waist every time the train lurches and stops, for all five of the stops. You avoid the pounding in your chest, which only stops when you both hop off the train at the end of the line. 

As you wait for Eren to pay for the return tickets, you spot a tiny black kitten, just at the end of the sidewalk. You immediately run down, nuzzling the tiny little cat as you pet it. As you breathe in the air, you immediately sneeze twice, your eyes watery from the sensation. You immediately hear the sound of a camera clicking, to find Eren standing over you, his phone in hand. 

“What was that for?” 

“Two kitties!”

“Ew.” 

He holds his hand out, pulling you up as the two of you walk down the block to Kenny’s apartment. Your hands are at your side, lightly brushing against Eren’s every time he leans over, making room for the other people on the sidewalk. The sun is setting on top of the buildings, the air slightly chilled. The two of you stop, standing directly on Kenny’s porch. He glances over, giving you one last look. 

“Why are you so nervous, Eren?” 

“He can be really weird. And he’s going to grill you. Just- we have to bear with him to keep the rent the way it is and live together so, just don’t blow it, okay?” 

“I really appreciate your vote of confidence, Eren. Your faith in me is rejuvenating” 

“That’s- shut up, you know that’s not what I meant.” 

The two of you give each other a smile, as Eren turns to the side and knocks on the door. 

“Why didn’t you ring the doorbell?” you whisper. 

“His doorbell is La Cucaracha.” he responds. 

The door swings open and you’re greeted with three faces staring down at you - identical sets of jet black hair and gray eyes glistening in the lamplight of the street. At the sight of you, their faces all visibly droop, as they all welcome you in. 

“He looks too young for you, Levi. And he brought a pretty girl.” 

“Those are the tenants, Mom. Not Erwin.” 

The two of them shuffle down the hall, pushing past into the room. 

“Kenny Ackerman. You must be Eren’s new roommate.” 

“Yes, that’s me. It’s so nice to meet you.” 

You hold your hand out, him nearly jostling your entire body as he shakes your hand. He idles down the hallway to where the other two had gone, leaving you and Eren in the walkway. You whisper to Eren as the two of you hang your coats on the rack. 

“They hate me already.” 

“That’s not true. Kuchel called you pretty.” 

You roll your eyes, the two of you awkwardly shuffling into the living room, where the three of them were sitting across from you. It’s only then that you can get a better look at them and realize that you know one of them. Levi. Your old physics professor. The one who you cried to about not having a roommate that took pity on you and let you sleep in his house. 

“Hi Professor Levi. It’s been a while.” 

“I see you’ve found a roommate. I can’t believe you found a place to live in one week.” 

“I thought you said the two of you had been living together for a few months, Eren.” 

“We have, Kenny.”

“Ah, right. I was just looking around at other apartments for the past week just to see if anything popped up on the market. And they didn’t. So I’m here.” 

Eren ducks his head down, the expression on his face dark. He whispers into your ear as the three of them start chattering, still discussing Erwin. 

“What? You want to move out?” 

“No, no. I was just looking. It must be awkward for you to live with a girl who isn’t your girlfriend, you know?” 

He leans over, his eyes teetering between annoyed and irritated. 

“She’s not my girlfriend. I don’t know how many times I have to tell you that.” 

The doorbell rings, throwing you and Eren out of the conversation you were having. You watch the three of them jump up and rush to the door, fixing their hair and their clothes as they make it to the door. You and Eren stand up, peeking your heads down the hallway as you watch the three of them greet Erwin. Your old political science professor. 

First Levi now Erwin too? You can feel your cheeks burning from embarrassment, remembering that you had actually cried to the two of them twice - the first time to Levi when you were jumping houses and he agreed to let you stay with them and a second time when Erwin offered you an extra pillow before you went to sleep. 

“Hello. I’m Erwin Smith.” 

“Eren Yeager. This is my roommate, Y/N.” 

“Ah, Y/N. How are you? You figured out your living situation fast!” 

You don’t miss Eren glaring daggers at you out of the corner of your eye as you give Levi and Erwin an awkward smile, shaking your sweaty palms against their hands.

“Okay kid. You and Kuchel should go fix the dinner with Erwin in the kitchen. I have to talk to these two here.”  

Why are you and Eren here the first time Levi’s family is meeting his long term boyfriend? 

You look over to Eren whose irritation has very quickly been replaced with nervousness. Kenny is staring the two of you down, the two of you squished together on his very tiny couch. 

“So. You go to Shiganshina?” 

You feel your voice tangle in your throat, suddenly intimidated by Kenny staring you down. You can hear Eren’s voice echoing in your head, his angry look seared in your mind, your voice not coming out. He’s going to grill you. Don’t blow it. 

“Yes. She’s an Applied Kinesiology major. She’s very smart.” 

You look over, silently thanking the gods that Eren answered for you. 

“Can you pay rent?” 

“She has been, for the past two months.” 

He nods, leaning over the table as he stares you down. 

“I’ll give you a situation. Respond accordingly.” 

You nod, clenching your hands into little fists against the couch. 

“You just got off of work. You’re really tired but you have to stop by the store to get groceries. You’ve purchased them all. What do you do after?” 

You look over at Eren, giving him a weary stare. What the fuck kind of question is that? Is there even a right answer to this? 

“Well, I would leave the store. And take my cart, if I had one, to my car. I’d probably put my stuff away, return the cart, and then just drive home, put everything in the fridge and the cabinets.” 

He nods, taking in your answer as he leans back in his chair. “Do you like Eren?” 

“What?” 

“As a roommate.” 

“Oh. Right. Yeah, he’s great.” 

“Why did you start rooming with him?” 

You can’t lie. It seems wrong to tell him that your old roommates chose not to room with you for the next year - he was sure to not think you were a good fit if you said that. But if he found out you were lying, it would be even worse. 

“Well you see, she-”

“I asked her, Eren.” 

You feel him move his knee, pressing his against yours as his fingers curl around your hand. You feel him squeeze your hand twice, his green eyes warm as he looks at you. Right. You can do this. 

“I used to live with a few of my friends last year. I didn’t really know, but they had picked other arrangements without telling me, so I was left without a roommate for around a week. Eren was nice enough to offer me the empty spot in his room so I didn’t have to jump around from my friends' places every night.” 

He stares the two of you down. You’re rubbing circles into the back of Eren’s hand, the two of you holding your breaths as you wait for his response. 

“Sucks. Kids are bitches.” 

You both squeeze, trying your best not to smile. 

“Yeah.” 

“If you kids start dating, you can't be loud at night. You’ll piss off the neighbors. You can sign the lease after dinner. You passed.” 

He gets up off the couch, his distinct smoke smell leaving the room with him. You turn to Eren, the two of you smiling at each other as you lift your hands to high five. Eren holds your hand in the air, shaking your hand excitedly. 

“You passed, kitty.” 

“Where are we right now? Do you smell that? How does it smell like smoke and laundry at the same time? And what the fuck kind of question was that? I thought I was going to vomit. ” 

“Weird guy. Nice rent rates, though.”

“And Levi. He’s my physics professor. I literally had a crush on him. And his boyfriend, he was my political science professor too. I even stayed over at their house once. This is about to be super weird.” 

“Why did you stay at their house?” 

“I didn’t have a place to stay! This was before you offered, when I was jumping houses.”

“Were they loud at night?” 

“Ew. Don’t put that thought in my head. I’m going to vomit.” 

“Save it for later.” 

“As if. I can hold my drink. Trust me.” 

 - 

You and Eren are seated directly across from Levi and Erwin at the dinner table, Kuchel and Kenny taking the heads of the tables at the ends. A large part of this feels like you and Eren are intruding on a very special moment, but you ignore that and dig into the food. 

Right. For some reason, Kenny picked Thanksgiving food for the menu. In the middle of September. Like full on turkey dinner, mashed potatoes, cranberry sauce. 

“So, do you like Thanksgiving, Kenny?” 

“I hate fascism, Y/N. No, I do not like Thanksgiving.” 

You look over at Eren, trying your best to contain your laughter, as Kenny goes on, rambling about something you’re not quite sure about. Everything Eren said was slowly starting to fall into place - you really can’t turn down drinks from the guy. He’d already made you try three different drinks he made and you had only been here for an hour. And the pink lemonade was actually disgusting, Eren’s just a liar. 

Kuchel turns to the two of you, flashing you both a big smile.

“Say Eren. You never told us you got a pretty girlfriend.” 

You and Eren both choke on your food, clearing your throats. 

“Ah. I’m not Eren’s girlfriend. We just live together. Friends.” 

“Uh huh. Right. What a shame. You two are so sweet together. Sharing your sweet little smiles, playing footsie under the table.” 

You immediately drag your foot off of Eren’s under the table, embarrassed that she had caught that. Every time Levi rolled his eyes, Eren tapped your foot to get your attention, the two of you trying not to laugh. It’s not your fault that rolling his eyes is basically like blinking to Levi. 

“Ma. Leave them alone, yeah? They’re just kids, they don’t know what they feel.” 

“I have to agree with Lee’ here, Mrs. Ackerman. Surely, they just haven’t reached that stage yet.” 

“You call Levi Lee’, Erwin? That’s so sweet. Oh you two are just perfect and I-” 

The four of you five of you watch Kuchel burst into tears, taking turns pressing kisses to everyone's cheeks at the table. You and Eren included. When she sits down, Eren leans over, whispering in your ear. 

“She’s like Annie on hour five of being drunk.” 

“More like hour one.” 

You both laugh, silently eating your food as you watch them interact with each other again. Some parts of it feel like a reality tv show. Kenny’s is downright ridiculous - he’s been hurling out whatever comes to his mind. He told Eren that he seemed like the type to commit genocide in another life and then told Erwin that he would be a corrupt military man. 

Kuchel is sweet. Almost two sweet. She spent a large majority of the night crying, telling baby stories about Levi when he was a kid. You don’t miss the way Levi’s ears turn red when she confesses that Levi used to be scared of the toilet when he was younger. 

Best of all are Levi and Erwin. You don’t miss the glances between them - the silent communication they had going on at the table. It’s like the rest of you weren’t even here. That’s where you think Eren got the idea, the tapping on the feet. A signal that you were going to talk laugh about it later. 

- 

Eight drinks in and Kenny is blasting music, doing a solo interpretive dance to Etta James. You and Levi are in one corner with Kuchel, Erwin, and Eren in the other. 

“I can’t believe this guy is your uncle. Did you ever do a DNA test?” 

“Hundreds.”

You turn your neck to find Levi, staring across Erwin on the other side of the room. You follow his gaze, watching Kuchel pinch Eren’s cheeks and Erwin laugh at the two of them. 

“What’s your deal?” 

“What do you mean?” 

“With Eren. You like him right?” 

You look down into your cup, the opaque liquid staring back at you. Erwin had made you a fruity drink, to which Kenny responded “everything about this guy is fruity!” 

“Yeah.” 

“He doesn’t like you back?” 

“No.” 

“I didn’t like Erwin at first. He was too much - pretentious, arrogant, irrational at times.” 

“But?” 

“But, he was my best friend. At some point, all the love and admiration I had for him just became something more. Like, yeah, he was my favorite person to be around but then I wanted to be around him all the time. Tell him the good things, the bad things. Share something with him, anything, everything. I…I didn’t hate myself when I was with him.” 

You smile, squeezing Levi’s shoulder in your hands. 

“That’s sweet, Levi. I’m happy for you.” 

He gives you a small smile, turning his neck back to look at them across the hall. 

“Be his friend. Maybe he’ll come around.” 

 - 

Six drinks in and Eren is feeling buzzed. He was trying his best to pace himself, make sure he was sane enough to take you home at the end of the night. He could tell by the glazed look in your eyes that you were getting there, close to being fully plastered. 

He turns his neck, scanning for you around the room. You kept disappearing. But there you were, directly across from him, leaning against the wall from Levi. He meets your eyes and you give him a soft smile, accompanied with a tiny wave. His heart’s pounding. 

“Do you like her, Eren? Oh please say that you do.” 

Kuchel is squeezing his shoulders, her eyes lighting up in excitement. 

“Yeah. Maybe a little bit.” 

“Oh, oh, oh. You have to tell her. Don’t let her get away now!” 

“Ah, I tried. She doesn’t like me.” 

He watches her face droop, Erwin shaking his head in the air. Both of their cheeks are flushed pink, the cups they were holding shaking in their hands. Surely the only people who were at least somewhat sober were you and Eren, which was saying a lot. 

“You know, Eren. I knew Levi was the one the moment I saw him.” 

“Really?” 

“I liked him so much, I wanted him around. In whatever sense that means. Even if he only wanted to be my friend.” 

“He didn’t want to be with you?”

“Oh no, he loathed me. Like full of hatred.” 

“And that didn’t…bother you?” 

“Maybe a little bit, but we became friends after that. And I just wanted him around. Whatever way he would have me. Even just being his friend, getting to see him everyday, that was enough for me.” 

Eren cranes his neck back over, where Kenny has his arms slung around you and Levi. He’s forcing the two of you to sign with him - Levi looking downright murderous while you flash Kenny a polite smile. 

“Just be her friend, Eren. Maybe she’ll come around like Levi did.” 

 - 

You can’t hold your drink. Obviously. But Eren knew that already. He had been watching you for a better part of the last hour, your inhibitions absent. Erwin had made you yet another fruit themed drink, which you were all too happy to down. The second he saw the glass hit your hand, he’d focused all of his best efforts in trying to sober up, calm the thrill running through his blood. 

You had made your way back over to him after some time, the two of you on the couch. You were leaning your head against his shoulder, your breaths heavy and uneven. At the sight of Kenny - who was now singing with Kuchel on the table - you suddenly perk up, your hands pressed against his shoulders as you lean over him. 

“Eren.” 

“Hm, peaches?” 

“I have a plan.” you whisper, your eyes somewhere between delirious and devious. 

“Uh huh. What’s that?” 

“You and I should sign the lease now. Then mail the letters. That way, we can leave and Kenny can’t get mad because we basically did him a favor. We’ll just tell Levi in case he asks.” you whisper, a smile spreading across your face. 

You’re drunk out of your mind. Not that Eren himself isn’t drunk either, he can certainly feel the buzz he was trying to will away living, but he’s not as gone as you. 

“Genius idea.” 

“I know right!” 

He was being sarcastic, but you had already jumped off the couch, to where Levi and Erwin were standing in the corner. He quickly follows, catching up to balance you as you stumble over to where the two of them were standing. 

“So. Levi. Right, hi Levi.” 

He’s mentally debating if he should stop you. You are very plastered and could potentially say something embarrassing. But there’s something so funny, so endearing about the determined little look on your face that he decides against it, letting you go on. 

“You’re a man.” 

He watches the confusion spread across Levi’s already strained face, his eyes flitting between you and Eren. 

“And you, Erwin, are a man too. You two are men.” 

“That’s correct, Y/N. You’re very perceptive.” 

Eren tries his best to conceal his laughter, as you go on, talking to the two of them. You’re definitely worse than Annie. 

“Marriage. It’s a thing, you know? And a man can do it. And a woman can too. And you are a man and he is a man and you can both do that. And we want to come to that. Like go to there.” 

How did you get from talking about the lease to marriage?

“Eren. What is she going on about?” 

“We’re going to sign the lease papers and mail them on our way out so we can leave. We have to be up early tomorrow and she literally cannot drink more. We were going to ask if you could let Kenny know tomorrow and tell him to be easy on us.” 

“You drive here?” 

“No. Train. We’ll be fine to get back, Levi. I got her.” 

He nods. Eren doesn’t miss the look Erwin and Levi give each other as the two of you lock hands, tip-toeing into Kenny’s office. Of course Erwin told him. 

The two of you quickly rush out, laughing as you run down the block before any of them notice. You slow down as you pass the corner, the two of you strolling the rest of the way down the block back to the train station. He can tell you’re winding down by the way you’re leaning against him, skipping steps. 

The train car is empty, this being the last train leaving the station. He settles the two of you into the seats at the front, getting in first. 

“Ren. Can I have the window?” 

He nods, wordlessly changing seats with you. This seat’s better anyways. You look out the window. And he can look at you. 

You lean over, your eyes drooping as you lean over. He’s not sure what it is, maybe Kenny’s rancid tequila is still running through his bloodstream, but he locks his hand with yours, pressing his fingers against the scar in between your knuckles. 

“I…miss you, Y/N. Being your friend.” 

He watches your expression drop, your eyes fluttering fully open. 

“You don’t think we’re friends?” 

“No! I mean, yes. I just didn’t realize you thought we were still friends. After everything that happened, the fight we had I just kind of- I don’t know.” 

You’re quiet for some time and he can see the gears moving in your head. Your eyes are now pinched shut, your forehead scrunched in concentration. Maybe this was the right time to say this. Hopefully, you don’t even remember tomorrow. 

“Are we in second grade, Ren? Do you really not think we’re friends?” 

Of course. The words he said to you, the day you were sick. 

“We are still friends. I just meant, it was different for the past few days. But today, this was…nice. I enjoyed it.” 

You smile in response, the two of you leaning your heads against the back of the seats, the only sound being the whirring of the train behind you. 

“Y/N. You wouldn’t really move out, would you?” 

“I was hoping you forgot about that. It’s my fault. I kind of…get in my head sometimes, I don’t know.”

“About?”  

“I thought you didn’t want me around. So I didn’t want to be around you. I thought you hated me or something.” 

“Y/N. Look at me.” 

His eyes are dark, the same way as when Levi mentioned you were looking for another roommate. 

“I could never hate you.” 

“I know, I just meant-” 

“No. You clearly don’t know.” 

You turn over to find an irritated look plastered on his face, his jaw clenched shut. You press your fingers against his shoulder, squeezing twice to get his attention. He flutters his eyes open, leaning down to look at you. 

“You’re special to me. I don’t understand what I did that made you think I would ever make fun of you or hate you. You...piss me off when you say stuff like-” 

He’s cut off by you placing your hand on his cheek, your eyes peering into his. 

“Sorry, Ren.’ 

“S’okay. I know why you do it. But just remember, I’m not your stupid old roommates or your lame ex-boyfriend or anyone who ever made you feel that way. You and I are-” 

“Friends.” 

Not what he quite had in mind, but he’ll take it.

“Yeah. You can tell me anything.” 

“Okay. You too.” 

He sees you smile, your eyes wafting shut against his shoulders. He can feel the pit in his stomach burning, the exact same way it did every time you did something. When you smiled at him, fixed his hair, got him coffee. God, he still loves you. 

“So Ren. Do you want to hang out after recess?” 

“Shut up. You’re so corny, kitty.” 

“Ew.” 

- 

The next morning, Eren makes you breakfast and you sing in the shower. Progress. 

- 

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[slytherinshua]

SMITTEN

genre. fluff. warnings. kisses. pairing. joshua x reader. wc. 635. a/n. i'm struggling with writer's block just a little bit, but hopefully i can still write and post regularly.

"Good morning..." You heard a soft, tired whisper into your ear while strong arms encircled your waist. You smiled as Joshua sighed in comfort, enjoying the hug and the warm cinnamon smell that came from the frying pan.

“How late did you get back?”

“Like… 3 am.” He said, eyes closed and head resting on your back.

“I’m making french toast.”

“So I smell.” He smiled.

“Maybe it’ll wake you up more.” You said, flipping the bread to see the beautiful golden brown colour on the other side.

“Maybe… I’m still half asleep right now.”

“You could go back to sleep if you want. You don’t have anything scheduled today.”

“But the bed is cold without you.” He whined, hugging you tighter.

You hummed, “That seems like a grievous issue… What about breakfast in bed instead? With me there, of course. Wouldn’t want to let my baby get cold.” You said. He nodded in agreement, but refused to leave the hug which made you giggle. 

“Are you going to keep clinging to me until I finish making breakfast?”

“If you let me.”

“You’re cute.” The comment made him smile, and you were completely enraptured by his sweet, sleepy state.

You finished frying the last 2 pieces of french toast, trying to manoeuvre around the kitchen to get plates and forks with Joshua still refusing to leave the hug. But you knocked him off eventually with the promise to take the food to your bed if he just let you prepare it without breaking something.

When you came into your bedroom with the food, you realised Joshua had changed his clothes. He was now wearing a pyjama set that matched yours and you giggled. Whenever he was this adorable, it took you by surprise.

“Here’s your toast, cutie.” You smiled, sitting next to him on the bed and placing the tray down.

“You’re amazing, Y/n.” He said, a smile blossoming on his face. “I love you.”

You turned to him, those 3 words still making your heart flutter even though you had said them countless times.

“I love you more.” You offered, giggling at the offended expression that Joshua gave you.

“You can’t possibly love me more than I love you.”

You shrugged, “Tough luck. That’s just how-” You suddenly felt his lips against yours, stopping you from finishing your thought. Blush spread on your cheeks from the action. Even after 4 years, Joshua Hong still had the same effect on you.

“I was just suddenly reminded of our first kiss, so I thought I would make it more obvious.” He said, fighting back a smile and starting to eat his french toast.

“But when we had our first kiss, we were fighting.”

“Were we not fighting just now?” Joshua asked teasingly. 

“It wasn’t the same at all.” You defended.

“It was, because I kissed you to stop you from talking back then too.” He explained, “Back then… If I had let you continue what you were saying, you would’ve won that argument easily cause you’re smarter than me. So I thought ‘What can I do to make her stop talking?’ and then I kissed you.” He laughed.

Your jaw fell a little upon hearing this for the first time, “That was the reason?” You asked in disbelief.

He nodded, “Just to shut you up. It was totally similar to what just happened.”

“I never really thought about why you kissed me that first time… I was too fixated on the fact that you actually kissed me.” 

“Really?”

You hummed, “I was so smitten by you back then, I thought you would only kiss me in my dreams.”

“Are you not still smitten by me now?” He asked, pouting.

You leaned in to kiss him again, “I’m still smitten by you. Always.”

He smiled, “Good.”

↳ svt taglist: @kangtaehyunzzz,, @yeonjuns-bluehair,, @syrxiee2

[alexxncl]

‼️NIGHTBRINGER DEVILGRAM SPOILERS‼️

masterlist | brothers' devilgram | dateables + side characters devilgram

a tiny bit of angst later on

now i'm not particularly fond of the beach...but half naked beel might convince me to go. just this once

and while we're at it, we might as well ask dia if he wants to come 🫣 and the rest of the brothers 🫣🫣 and simeon 🫣🫣🫣

(i'm a lesbian)

given the moving picture for the card, i'm assuming it's some kind of all-you-can-eat buffet or taste testing thing. so ofc he'd like it

BOOTY BUTT ASS NAKED ‼️ give me more

WOAH WOAH WOAH TF IS HE TRYNA GET INTO ???

anyways a bit of angst for the soul

he's had good aim since he was a soldier in the celestial realm. but he hasn't had the chance to us it since the war, and he probably never wanted to pick up a weapon again. granted, they used spears and bows and arrows considering the time period and technological state of the weapons they could get their hands on

i feel like beel has a very complicated relationship with specific weapons bc of the trauma that came from the war. i also think that it's part of the reason he works out and plays sports as often as he does. part of it is to keep up his physique, but it's also to exert physical energy in a way that won't hurt anyone the same way weapons hurt his family. it's to make sure he's still strong enough to protect the people he cares about from both close and long-range attacks, from both weapons and hand-to-hand combat. he probably vowed to never pick up a weapon again bc of what happened to lilith, what could've happened to belphie, and what happened to him and the rest of his brothers

but imagine they did have guns in the celestial war? and lilith ended up getting shot instead of pierced with a spear? he wouldn't be as open to using a (relatively harmless) toy model of one

anyways back to our regularly scheduled programming

ah yes, reliving my high school volleyball trauma when i got cut during tryouts for "shanking" the ball when it was literally 2 inches from the girl's hand 🧍🏾

yes i'm still bitter.

WHAT YOU TRYNA GET INTO ????

i love beel sm he's such a cutie pie

[fostercare-expat]

Previously I mostly kept my dating life and family life separate. But I’ve been dating my main partner for over a year now and he’s such an awesome guy, I knew that it would be ok to integrate him and my daughters. It’s probably been 6 months now and as predicted, it’s going so well.

He came over on Saturday to meet the Cuties Siblings and then on Sunday he came to the park to join us. The kids didn’t know he was coming so in the middle of our time there he just appeared on the park bench next to me. My daughter and the littlest Cutie Sibling walked up to get some water and when they recognised him, their faces both instantly lit up and they both grabbed him in a hug. And a few minutes later, same thing happened with the younger Cutie Boy.

My other partner of 3 years isn’t a big kid person. He has met one of my daughters and also Fearless but I’ve always known kids aren’t his jam, so I’ve always been happy to just do non-kid stuff with him when the kids aren’t around. But now that my main partner is also in the picture, it is an unexpected joy to see him interact with the kids. Just wanted to share the happy thought. Back to your regularly scheduled foster care content.

(To preempt your questions (because if I read this post from one of you, I’d have SO MANY questions), my agency knows that my main partner is part of my life and sometimes sees the kids they place with me. He never spends the night when I have foster kids with me and he is never alone with them even in the day (I trust him completely but out of respect for the agency rules). They aren’t really aware that I have multiple partners but as my other partner doesn’t interact with the kids, it’s not really relevant. As for both of my partners, we are all totally honest and everyone knows about everyone else. They both have other partners too, one of whom I’ve met and the other I haven’t. Sometimes I also date other people casually. My two daughters, extended family and former husband are aware of the whole deal, no secrets. Everyone is happy living where they are, I’ve got no desire to live with my main partner or get married, etc in the next 10 - 15 years. I love being the decision maker of my household and I’m lucky enough to be able to make it work financially. (Maybe when the kids move out I’d be open to living with a partner or when I’m old it would be practical to get married for health care and benefits reasons but not now.) If someone else described this life to me 4 years ago, I’d think they were a weirdo but I assure you it’s ended up to be a very lovely and normal sort of life. I did 12 years of being happily married with zero outside relationships on my side, and it was my former husband’s choice to end the marriage. I thought I’d never be as happy as I was when I was married. The first few years were rough, no question I was generally sad for a long time. But surprisingly I’ve found myself equally as happy the last few years. Nice to just know that most situations will work themselves out and you can came back to your homeostasis after a while. )

[n3wtiepatootie]

Winged COD au anyone?

Ive put some thought into this BTW.

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Now. There is none of that whole "omg you have the rare unicorn princess alpha pegasus wolf Guardian ruler gold wings 😱😱😱"

You can see pink wings, but those are colored by wing chalk. Think of the chalk like hair dye.

To go further into depth, brightly colored wings will look out of place in places like Russia, but be more natural in places like Brazil. It's a matter of environment and genetics that tell what your wing pattern would be.

It is a possibility to have two wing patterns mixed together. Snowy owl and Scarlet Macaw for example. This is possible because travel is more common since everyone has wings, so say someone from up North with the snowy owl pattern fell in love with someone down south with the scarlet macaw pattern. While it isn't common for the wing patterns to mix if the two were to have a child, it's a possibility. It's more common if they had twins. Pattern mixes are about as rare as twins, but you don't need twins for it to occur, it's just less common in people that aren't twins. If that makes any sense.

Now, wings aren't like genuine bird types, yknow? The patterns are just classified as such. But like you could have parrot wings with the pattern of an owl if you get what I'm saying. Wings are more so classified by the pattern and fit into different styles/classes.

Now to move onto the cod characters themselves. (More importantly 141, but shhhh...)

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Ghost

• Wing Pattern: Bluebird

Now, usually, I've seen him made out with black wings or wings that match his tough demeanor. Something along those lines.

HOWEVER. In a stroke of genius, I decided for him to have blue wings, more specifically that of a bluebird. However 2.0, he's embarrassed of his blue wings, thinking it takes away from his y'know 'big scary lieutenant' status since most soldiers have 'natural' feather colors so he uses wing chalk to color them black. Gives it more character than just giving him black wings-

He hates going on water missions because he hates the feeling of the waterproof chalk.

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Soap

• Wing Pattern: Cardinal

It made sense. Also, it's a plot point in a way. Soap isn't embarrassed of the red, has never ever chalked his wings. So when he joins 141, him showing off his red wings just sorta helps Ghost realize his blue wings aren't anything to be ashamed of.

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Price

• Wing Pattern: Eurasian Eagle Owl

I can just see it.

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Gaz

• Wing Pattern: Falcon

I can see it, but I can't explain myself.

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Laswell

• Wing Pattern: Sparrow

Refer to Price and Gaz for reasoning. I have quite a few of these in all honesty-

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Valeria

• Wing Pattern: Quetzal

I had a debate with myself over macaw wings or quetzal for our lord and drug lady, Valeria. However, in the end, quetzal won and I could see her with the quetzal wings more than macaw.

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Graves

• Wing Pattern: Eagle.

AMERICAAAA RAHHHHHH. GUNSSSS. TANKSSSSS. FREEEDDDOOOOMMMM. HAMBURGERRRRRR. USA. USA. USA. USA. USA.

And now back to your regularly scheduled program.

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Shepherd

No wings.

Just like how he has no hair, common sense, or dignity. He also has no wings because he's just so cutie patootie (I'm lying to you.)

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Rudy and Alejandro

• Wing Patterns:

Rudy - Hyacinth Macaw

Alejandro - Scarlet Macaw

I genuinely put these two in the same category section thing so I can tell you they are macaw buddies. That is all.

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Farah

• Wing Pattern: House Wren

This is another one of those it just makes sense to me typa things.

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HASSAN & AQ

The only reason they are even here is so I can explain my thought process on such a force. This randomly came to me as I pondered the desolate streets of my quiet town in a lovely thought as I sang along to the ghost artist, Bruno Mars.

I had the brilliant thought bubble of what if this infinite supply of enemy troopers were so incompetent where in order to show you are apart of AQ, you had to have one of your wings cut clean off.

And therefore, that is now canon in my winged cod au.

AQ are so out of their minds that in order to show you are apart of said force, you must give up an entire wing.

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I gift thee, ✨winged cod au✨

(Btw, the aus name is Feathertips)

I will speak more on this if it is wanted fr fr

[trigun-sims-shenanigans]

back to our regularly scheduled girls

its late, meryl is still working, and the sink is still broken (since the last time we were here)

milly fixes the sink bc she is a bit more handy, and meryl chats with her about breakfast lol

but she felt a bit guilty about not helping, so she mopped the mess

THE NEXT MORNING

meryl goes a bit ham on the eggs and toast she's making

she's also starting a new job !!!!!

(she's writing a textbook)

a meryl fit i haven't been able to show off yet, but its trimax inspired !

90s queen

milly does the dishes !!! and then she heads off to work...

while meryl works on her next book. very mundane day for the girls

feeling a bit down about the non-fiction element about the book she's working on, Meryl stopped to take a reading break and got a burst of inspo !!

and finally found a title for her book hehe

Oh..... whos this..... walking up to the door unannounced....

meryl ran down to chat !

told a very outrageous and fun story that had nick in shock and awe

ah ! at work, Milly was given an opportunity !

inspired by what she thinks meryl would write, she went for the hard-hitting expose !

and it backfired

she came home SUPER confident, but it wasn't super great for her work life.

anyways ! Meryl and Wolfwood are still chatting! only now inside the house LOL

Meryl starts the conversation asking about the ramifications of Vampires in their society

the day has kind of turned into "Meryl and Wolfwood hang out while milly is gone"

so much drama, and wolfwood lied about his career multiple times LOL

oh !!!! theyre taking pics together !!!

CUTIES. JUST LOOK AT THESE

they took such cute pics together T-T

[the-whispers-of-death]

i saw this and. uhh. yeah sorry

i may have gone a little insane

something something hurt/comfort being my favorite trope. something something late night chats hitting different

anyways back to our regularly scheduled programming (after i eat)

Awwww!! Look at them, two cuties!

[hopezzy]

[adorableaoyama]

hi i have no where else to yell so ye imma just. plop into the tags of this and yell about mp100 bc i just got caught up

[lesbianpikachuu]

[putawayurhalo]

back to our regularly scheduled program… SO LIKE JOE KEERY IS SO HOT AND JOSEPH QUINN SO HOT AND ANDREW GARFIELD HES HOT TOO AND LUDWIG THE STREAMER HES CUTE I GUESS AND KARL JACOBS A CUTIE AND CORPSE HUSBAND STILL THE HOTTEST DEMON BOY EVER AND AWSTEN KNIGHT IS A WALKING RED FLAG BUT IM COLOR BLIND

[alexxncl]

‼️NIGHTBRINGER HDD CH 1 SPOILERS‼️

masterlist | events | ch. 2

it's been a WHILE since i've actually played an event...like since the one where mammon sang in front of a crowd or smth idk

does mc have the flower ??? or is it diavolo's by default ????

also where is this in the timeline? given what we know about the game and the whole time soup thing (more on this here), it's very possible that every even is in its own alternate universe

i feel like thematically, it fits in the nightbringer timeline, but diavolo said something about the "RAD student body" enjoying the concert, so it could very well also be in the og timeline. or it might be in a different timeline altogether. or multiple timelines at different points in their history

😐 i hate them

if mc yelled stay, this whole situation could've been avoided. maybe. but it also might've made things worse considering that they literally could be flung to the floor from the sheer force of their pacts and shatter the flower anyways

if we're in the current timeline post-nightbringer, bc not only do they have pacts with all seven of the brothers, but other versions of all of them. and if we're going by that logic, doesn't it mean that their pacts in the first timeline before lesson 16 still have some effect? like does that not make them at least twice as strong ??? or am i dumb

...is this gonna be one of those "the power of friendship" type things where they all become the ruler? i'm sick

also, the story bits are like...extremely short. have they always been this short ??? i mean it makes sense considering the fact that they're not a part of the main story and the fact that they crank these out rapid-fire, and the fact that there's 4 chapters instead of the usual 2, but damn 😭

anyways back to our regularly scheduled programming

HELP 😭 i AUDIBLY laughed my sense of humor is fucked

[insert summary here] is genius writing actually

idk much about raphael other than him being somewhat easily angered and very soft-spoken otherwise

he's a just cutie patootie idk...i wanna see more of him and the other side characters :(

[marz-zzz]

anyways back to our regularly scheduled program

i love damien quite a lot and i think hes so amazing and i really admire the passion and care he puts into things that are important to him and his ambition is one of my favorite aspects of his character along with the more relatable stuff like trying to navigate through anger issues and trying to show the people around you that you care but not really knowing how and his voice makes my brain go all skittles color and and hes a cutie patootie my littke pookie bear and hes

[rocorambles]

Is it so much to ask for a threesome with Suga and Oikawa where Oikawa is just a begging mess of a bottom while fem!reader and suga fuck his brains out like why cant i have that. WHY!?!?!? Like im just tryna bone my beautiful setter boys and im getting cock blocked the whole way i swear to god AAAAAAAAHHHGHHGGG...okay now that thats over,,wanna see my renegade?

AND back to our regularly scheduled program...UMMM definitely not too much to ask for~ And yes please, show me your renegade~~~~

Warnings: NSFW, Oral Sex (Female Receiving), Rimming

It feels...euphoric to have such a strong man underneath you. Oikawa’s always had a commanding presence, but now as a professional athlete, taller and more muscular than he had been before, you’d never imagined that you’d see him in this position, weak to your touch, moaning and crying as Suga and you work his body over. 

You were surprised by how easily he had submitted to both of you, but with Suga’s sweet coaxing words and alluring voice, you suppose even the most hardened men would listen to anything he said. And you watch in awe as Suga and Oikawa lock lips, the taller brunette moaning into the kiss and letting the silver haired teacher guide him until he’s laying underneath him, eagerly helping him remove and toss his clothing to the side as Suga takes his time, long slender fingers slowly trailing and taking in Oikawa’s toned body. 

“Moving to Argentina treated you well, Tooru.” 

Oikawa gasps as Suga lightly nips and kisses a trail down his neck, back arching as he teasingly fondles his hardening nipples, whining when he suddenly stops. But chocolate brown eyes eagerly look your way when Suga beckons you over and you smile when Oikawa leans into your touch as you gently cradle his face, tasting his lips for yourself as Suga lowers himself until he’s facing Oikawa’s entrance. 

But it’s only the calm before the storm and Oikawa wails into your mouth when a tongue prods at his hole, eyes blown wide as he tries to come to terms with the sensation, only writhing more when you roll one of his sensitive buds between your fingers. And you smile as he babbles out both your names, a litany of please, please, please escaping him, but you pout your lips, mock confusion on your face when you ask him exactly what he’s asking for. 

“Please more? Please less? What do you want, cutie?”

You quirk a brow at the irritated frown he sends your way at the use of his nickname for you being thrown right back at him, but you smile when it’s quickly wiped off his face as your hand nonchalantly wraps around his dripping cock and as Suga’s tongue delves even deeper inside of him, swirling and dragging against every inch of him. 

“You’re really in no position to be giving us one of your classic attitudes, sweetie,” you coo as you begin to stroke his cock, enjoying the look of ecstasy on his face as his eyes close and his mouth pants open, hips thrusting in time with every motion of your hand. But you scowl when Suga lightly slaps your hand away, only for a gleam to reenter your eyes when the silver haired man innocently asks you if you want to try out the athlete’s mouth as he sits up to align his own cock against Oikawa’s now fluttering entrance. Surely it must be useful for something other than his snarky comments and flirtatious flattery? 

And of course Suga’s right as your thighs clench around each side of Oikawa’s face, your pussy dripping and smearing your arousal all over his handsome face as your hips grind against his mouth and nose, his strong hands keeping you steady as they reach up to hold your waist, keeping you firmly situated on him as his tongue rapidly laps at you, his nose purposefully brushing against your clit incessantly, his moans with every one of Suga’s thrusts vibrating against your sensitive core. 

[nighttimepixels]

Rare not-skeleton content post, but hey, if you wanna follow me over at my art Twitter, I’m posting more sketch content (including peeks at an upcoming project, and constant WLW yearning art 👀) - just posted this WIP of my idea for a Fem!Mammon, if you’re into Obey Me!

Alright, back to our regularly scheduled au content, see you cuties over on Twitter if you’re also into non-UT art of mine, and to everyone else no worries it’ll continue being UT/au focused here ♡

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #469

“i am hungry for some unrest  /  i wanna push it beyond a peaceful protest”

Do you have any goats? Can't say I do. Are you going to be getting any new pets soon? No. Would you rather be a panda or grizzly bear? As a protected species, I'd say a panda. Do you like BBQ sauce? I hate it. Can you do a twirl like a ballerina? No. Does your house have a pool? No. Do you own an iPad? No. What’s a topic you’ve drastically changed your opinion on? A LOT. Many years ago, I was very conservative, now I'm definitely more liberal. What’s an achievement you hope to see humanity accomplish in your lifetime? I'd really love to see great improvements in nature and wildlife conservation. Are you and your SO Facebook official? We're like... half official? He never checks his notifications, EVER, so he hasn't verified our relationship status. Instead, it just says on my profile "in a relationship with ____ (pending)." I don't mind, though. "Facebook official" doesn't mean much to me at all. What matters is that we know. Have you ever bathed in a river or a lake? I've swum in them, but I most certainly haven't bathed in one. Have you bought a bag of potato chips in the past week? No. I avoid chips because I'll eat too many. What was your first job? And how long did you work there? I was a sales associate at GameStop for like two months, but keep in mind I was VERY rarely on the schedule, so I probably didn't even work for a week's time in total. Can you drive? I can, but I don't do it well and don't have my license. My permit's even long expired. I plan on forcing myself to practice and get licensed once I get new glasses, though (whenever I can afford that...). Right now I couldn't even pass the vision test. I just have to do it; public transport isn't big here AT ALL, and I can't keep relying on others to get me everywhere. Do you spend too much time online? Way, way too much. Extremely high odds are, if I'm conscious, I'm on the computer. I want to change that so badly and experience other things in life way more regularly, it's just an addiction that has been an issue since I was first exposed to the Internet. Do you like to travel? I barely ever get to do it, but yes, I love it. How did you first notice the last person you kissed? Well, it's kinda hard NOT to subconsciously notice the guy who played the fuckin' huge-ass tuba in band, ha ha. Why will/won’t you and your ex get back together? THE ex, because 1.) I'm sure he wants nothing to do with me, and 2.) because I'd be much too worried he'd leave again if I relapse with my depression badly enough. Do you use the words "I love you" too lightly? Definitely not. Do you like pizza? Legit, are there people who don't like pizza???? Do you use an alarm clock? I use my phone for that. Name something that is currently making you happy. Girt is making me really, really happy. I'm still not happy at my core, but, y'know. A person can't do that, anyway. What do you want for Christmas this year? Stiiiill a 40 gallon for Venus with proper equipment... I need a fucking job. That's going to be my answer possibly past Christmas because I just completely rely on my parents financially. Are you excited for the holidays? Very, except for Thanksgiving. I'm way more hyped for Halloween and Christmas and all it entails than usual. Name one tattoo you would like to get someday. I'll give ya one I don't think I've mentioned. On top of one of my hands, over some sort of fiery graphic, I want "Gefährlich ist wer Schmerzen kennt" (translated to "whoever knows pain is dangerous") written in fine text. It's a lyric from the song "Feuer frei!" by Rammstein that I just find very powerful, and not necessarily in an dark way. Are you afraid of stink bugs? Yes, because they're a form of beetle, which tend to scare me. Do you wear contact lenses? No, but I wish. :/ There are piercings I want that would look stupid with glasses. One of my eyes has such bad vision that I need a weighted contact in it (don't ask me exactly what the difference is), and I could feel it way too clearly in my eye, and it made it heavy. Wearing those contacts did NOT last long; I went back to my glasses. Have you ever danced in the rain? No. What was your last dream about? Astonishingly, I don't remember. Where was the last place you went besides your house? The doctor's office. Do you feel like you're judged for your looks? Being someone who is by definition obese, I'm certain some people do. Do you fight with your parents a lot? No. Last time you got stopped by a cop or pulled over. Why? I never have been. Do you like hot sauce? Yes. How bored are you right now? Very, very bored. As a side effect of depression, I experience severe anhedonia like... constantly, at least to some degree. No exaggeration. It makes my life a fucking drag. It's why I take surveys so much; the randomness of the questions is at least a momentary distraction. Do you think you would make a good model? Hell no. Even if I was in a physical shape for anyone to be interested in photographing me, I would feel WAY too awkward. Are you a good singer? No. Do the Emergency Alert System noises on TV freak you out? Yes, because I immediately assume it's a tornado warning. Describe your perfect date. Actually I'm planning something for Girt and me hopefully on Halloween (or if he has to work, at least close to) that is like absolutely effin' perfect for me. Carve some pumpkins together, make those Pillsbury Halloween cookies, and binge some spooky movies. :') Do your parents trust you? Yeah. Do you like pot roast? No. Have you ever thought about being a stripper? No. Are you flexible? No. Can you wiggle your nose? Nope. Have you ever played Mario Kart? Yes. My younger sister especially was sooo good at it; she doesn't even play video games and yet she was hooked on it for a while. How often do you go shopping for clothes? Almost never. I really, really need to for undergarments and pants now. Do you have a high IQ? I don't know my IQ, but I very much doubt it. Would you ride a motorcycle if you had the chance? No. They scare me. Have you ever been bitten by a dog? No. Do you like the smell of cinnamon? yessssss Do you like frogs? I love those lil bug-eyed cuties!!! :') Are you afraid of dying? Not massively. I mean yeah, I don't want to die and the fear of the unknown is there, but I really don't think I'm as scared of it as most people. Do you like bananas? Yeah. Where's the last place you've been to out of state? Lake Gaston in Virginia. What are you listening to right now? I'm watching another playthrough of Fatal Frame 3. Gotta say it's probably my favorite that I've seen/played of the franchise now. Would you rather use a trackpad or a mouse? Mouse, for sure. Do you like steak? Yes. What was the best gift you've ever received? My late dog. Tell me one of your pet peeves. Consistently trying to make conversation with me when I have headphones on. It's a bitchy pet peeve, but a pet peeve nonetheless. Do you like to keep your nails painted? I don't paint my nails or care to. Are you a Duck Dynasty fan? I was a long time ago when I actually watched it. I wouldn't watch it now because I don't support the overly-conservative cast, having followed a couple on Facebook for a time. Have you ever played with Silly Putty? As a kid, for sure. I loved that stuff. Do you take in a lot of caffeine daily? Yes. :x Do you know a lot about history? Definitely not. Are you allergic to pollen? Yes. Would you rather play Xbox or PlayStation? I'm a PlayStation gal. Have you ever worked at a fast food place? No, and I neeeeever would. Hungry people are the worst. Do you like hot tubs? Meh, I have to be in the right mood. Do you know anyone who is battling cancer? Not at this current moment. Are you good at doing fractions? NOOOOOOO, or doing ANY kind of math. Have you ever auditioned for a talent competition? No. Would you rather get high or get drunk? I've never experienced either, but probably high. Being drunk is usually synonymous with being sloppy. Do you like the Silent Hill movies? AYEEEEEEEEE I'm the chick to ask! I love the first one, it's brilliant and loyal to the idea of the series but still unique from the original story of the pilot game. The second one is objectively fucking awful story-wise and is SO all over the place, but I can still enjoy it as an obsessed fan of that franchise. Did you ever want to be a doctor? I wanted to be a vet for a long time, if that counts. [TW: SUICIDE] The last person you kissed, how many times have you cried in front of them? I probably cried some/was teared up to some degree when he visited me in the ER after my overdose. Do you think you can last in a relationship for 1 month? Is this written for a middle schooler? No shit I could, and have in the past on more than one occasion. Have you kissed someone with braces? No. Is this the best year of your life? Nooo sir. Can you have more than one best friend? Yeah. What do you like better: hot chocolate or hot apple cider? Hot chocolate. ooo: What are your full initials? BMD. Would you ever let your grandma set you up on a blind date? She's dead, but if she wasn't? HEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL NO. Do you ever wonder if you will get in a car accident and die? As someone who is terrified of driving, absolutely. I'm primarily more concerned about becoming paralyzed from the neck down, though. I'd rather die than that. So your ex comes to you and says “I want you back”, what do you say? I'd probably say, "I'm happy to finally be able to say 'no'" or something along those lines. Maybe even just a simple "no." Which was worse for you: freshman year of high school or of college? College. I was so fucking depressed and lost. What is the last language you spoke, other than your first? German. Would you ever consider moving to a different country? Canada, yes, if it didn't mean leaving my family and now boyfriend. What is your favourite food from your culture? Burgers. @_@ Other than your name, what was the last name someone called you? Britt. If you could find one long lost friend of the past, who would it be? Megan. I found her on Facebook before and sent her two messages over the past something years, but she never responded. It's frustrating, like I was so close to reuniting with her, but not close enough. Do you wash your hair or your body first when taking a shower? Hair. Have you ever been to a nursing home? Yes, with my mother to visit someone.