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the-banana-0verlord · 1 year ago
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New tag game! Take this quiz I made and tag your mutuals! (also if you can send feedback lmao I need it)
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idontplaytrack · 3 months ago
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Can you write Janis x Regina, they go out on a dinner date?
✧ Couple of kids
Janis 'Imi'ike x Regina George
Warnings: coarse language, fluff, slight descriptions of an eating disorder
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"Hey, baby." Regina's eyes lit up at the sight of her girlfriend.
"Hi, G." Janis grins, tiptoeing to peck Regina on the lips. The taller girl naturally rubs her back.
"Ready to go?" Regina asks, intertwining their fingers together.
Janis nods, "Yep."
And so begins the couple’s walk to their dinner spot.
“The weather’s really nice.” Regina says.
“Perfect actually, for a walk.” Janis nods, sneaking a glance at Regina. She chuckles.
“Why, what’s wrong?” Regina asks, biting back a chuckle herself.
“Nothing’s wrong.” Janis replies, “Just wanted to take a look at you.”
“Aw.” Regina smiles, looking away to hide a forming blush tinting her cheeks.
They had decided to change things up and walk to their destination instead of driving. The diner they choose to have dinner at wasn’t too far on foot, so it seemed like the perfect choice. Janis gives Regina’s hand a squeeze, their silent way of saying ‘I love you’.
It was a relatively quiet walk, the both of them just enjoying each other’s company and the cooling breeze in their hair.
“How was your day?”
“Uh, pretty good, but I’ve been really looking forward to tonight.” Janis shrugged, swinging their hands.
“You’re just so fucking cute, aren’t you?” Regina couldn’t help it but laugh a little.
“Well, then.”
“You are.” Regina exhales.
Once they got to the diner, they managed to get a seat pretty quickly. So they settled down and looked through the menu. “Do you know what you’re going to order yet?”
“Nope.” Janis’ lips were tugged into a smile still. “Ooh, this looks good. I think I’m gonna order the chilli grilled cheese.”
“Hm.” Regina hums in thought, continuing to flip through the pages, “I got it. Okay, you ready to order?”
Janis nodded, calling a waiter over. He took their orders then took their menus away.
The place was quite busy, but nothing overwhelming. So they actually really liked the atmosphere of the place, customers chatting and laughing in the background, oldies playing in the jukebox, the aroma of the comfort food wafting through the air…
“You know, Damian still can’t believe I’m going on this date with you.” Janis broke the silence.
Regina lets an exhale out in amusement, “Really? We’ve been together five months.”
“I know, every time.” Janis laughed airily, “‘Oh, my God, I cannot believe y’all are together!’”
Regina shrugs, trying not to burst out laughing, “I mean, gotta love that though. He’s like our biggest supporter or something.”
A little while later, their food was here. Janis dug into her grilled cheese immediately, Regina’s face fell as she stared at her stack of pancakes with peach compote. “Hey.” Janis held onto her hand, “It’s okay. Take it slow.”
“I know, I just— some days I don’t do so good with this, you know?”
Janis brushes her thumb over Regina’s knuckles, “I hear you, just take a minute or two. Breathe, you got this. I’m right here with you.”
Like Janis said, Regina leaned back in her chair for a couple of minutes— at first looking out the window, then at Janis who was eating her own dinner, finally, she was looking at her pancakes for a moment before she grabs a fork and stabbed into the stack.
The rest of the meal went by without a hitch. They even shared a banana chocolate milkshake before they paid and went back home. “Hey, is it okay if I spend the night at yours?” Regina asks in a quiet voice.
“Of course it’s okay.” Janis chirped, “You don’t even have to ask.”
Entering Janis’ garage, Regina sat down on Janis’ bed, pulling Janis into her lap. “What’s with this?”
“I just like doing this, holding you and enjoying the moment.” Regina shrugs, resting her chin on Janis’ shoulder.
“You’re being a little sappy tonight, huh.”
Regina smirked, “It’s just that we’ve been busy with a bunch of projects and quizzes lately. Haven’t had a lot of time together, alone.”
“You’re not saying—”
“Oh, no.” Regina chortled, “Just want some cuddles. But maybe, we could shower first.”
“Okay.” Janis hums in agreement, “Let’s go.”
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In the shower, they just talked. Their conversation continued without a pause. “You know um, last night I had this dream.” Regina began. Janis turned around to face Regina, shifting herself to let the warm water run down the blonde’s back— she knew it’d help with her chronic back pain.
“I saw us in future, in a house of our own, married…with kids.”
Janis’ breath hitched, “Oh.”
“That was— okay that was a lot, I’m s—”
Janis interjected, “No, no, no. Don’t apologise. I actually, thought about that recently. You know, just— daydreaming a little bit about the future. And well, I see you in it. We’ll have our own little place, a pet, and kids.”
Regina’s heart swelled thinking about that, “So you wanna have kids someday?”
“I do.” Janis confirmed, “If I can, I definitely want at least one.”
“Me too.” Regina agreed, a soft sigh expelling from her lips as she turned around to shut the tap off.
“I think they’d be so cute.” Janis added on.
“No shit. Especially when they’d look like you.” Regina hands Janis her towel so she could dry off.
“Flattered, but hm.” Janis chuckles, “We’ll see about that. You’ve always had better luck than me.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I mean, you got hit by a bus and you survived. All I ever did was what, get into trouble.”
“Hey.” Regina squinted at her, voice stern, “You do more than that, come on. You get good grades, you’re an amazing guitarist, your voice is beautiful and well, while we’re on that topic…you are so good with kids. They love you.”
After getting dressed, they were back in Janis’ garage. Regina wasn’t done talking to Janis about whatever that was. “Ah, sometimes I just get in my head too much. I’ll be okay.” Janis huffs, looking in the mirror and picking at her skin.
Regina walks over and hugged her from behind.
“How’s your back?”
“Better.” Regina plants a kiss onto the shorter girl’s shoulder, “Thank you.”
Janis gave her girlfriend a crooked smile which she saw in the reflection.
“I am so lucky to have you in my life again, Janis.” Regina said softly, “That accident made me realise that I couldn’t leave without making things right with you. I’m not about to make another mistake as dumb as that one. We have each other now, and for as long as we can.”
Janis doesn’t say anything but basked in the comfort of the blonde’s touch, her once tense body, relaxing.
“Look at you, look at me. Look at us.” Regina says, urging her to look up. She did.
“We’ve been through so much, and there’s no guarantee that there won’t be other days that are tough, but we’ve got each other now. We’ll be okay, because look— we are okay. No matter how difficult things got, we fought through it, we got through it. We’re just a couple of kids, in love. And I’m so glad it’s you, Janis.”
Janis finally smiled, “I’m really glad it’s you, too, Reg. I love you.”
Regina beamed, “I’m so in love with you, Janis ‘Imi’ike.”
Janis giggled, “I’m so in love with you too, Regina George.”
And it felt good, so fucking good to say that out load. Every time they said something like that, it just made them feel warm and fuzzy, made them feel happy. Because like Regina said, they were simply a couple of kids in love, and maybe one day they’d become a couple of grown ups so in love that they’d have a family of their own. But right now, they were happy with this little life that they’ve made for themselves.”
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choicescommunityevents · 5 months ago
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Thank you for joining our first Choices Picnic! It was a lovely event!
Here is how our picnic turned out:
10 fandom members contributed to
28 MCs, OCs, and LIs joining the event who brought
15 different types of food
10 different types of drinks
21 different types of desserts
15 different games/activities
[Event prompts and info] [Full list of community prompts, polls, and quizzes]
Who joined the picnic? [x]
@cadybear420
Aiden x Evie
@dr-colossal-pita
Ethan x Oliver
@gutsfics
Noah x Devi
Thomas x Avalon
@jerzwriter
Ethan x Kaycee
Tobias x Casey
@lovealexhunt / @theartoflovingthomashunt / @storyofmychoices
Bryce x Olivia
Keiki
Mal x Daenarya
Thomas x Alex
@masked-alien-lesbian
Aislinn x Verity
Hana x Raelyn
@peonyblossom
Ajay x Matty
Emmett x Brooklyn
Ethan x Sydney
Thomas x Jackie
@pulpitude
Mia
Lia
Joss
Linc
Abel
@trappedinfanfiction
Ethan x Celia
Trystan x Sophia
@tveitertotwrites
Derek x Charlie
Ethan x Claire
Thomas x Brooklyn
Tobias x Adelaide
What will we be eating + drinking? [x]
Food
Banana Chips with light maple syrup
Buttermilk Fruit Scones
Charcuterie Board (2)
Chips
Fresh Baked Bread
Fresh Vegetable Quinoa Salad
Gamja-Salad
Grilled Meat Skewers
Ketchup Chips
Korean Fried Chicken
Pasta Salad
Pizza
Pineapple
Sandwiches (2)
Strawberries
Trail Mix
Drinks
Alcoholic Drinks
Cabernet Sauvignon
Chocolate Milk
Coconut Custard Pie
Fruit Salad
Nanaimo Bars
Non-Alcoholic Drinks
Orange Infused Cold Brew
Sodas
Strawberry Lemonade
Sweet Cocktails
Sweet Iced Tea
Wine selection
What are we eating (desserts) [x]
Apple Pie
Berry Pinwheel Pasteries
Coconut Cake
Cookies
Fresh Fruit Popsicles
Fruit mixed in pudding, yogurt, whipped cream
Golden Griddle milkshakes
Haupia
Honey Cake
Lemon Cake
Mint Ice Cream Sandwiches
Pie
Pup Cups
Red Velvet Brownies
Red Velvet Cupcakes
Rum Cake
Strawberry Cheesecake Parfait
Weed Brownies
What are we playing/doing? [x]
Badminton
Capture the Flag
Charades
Drink Mixing
Enjoying flowers
Frisbee / Disk Golf
Frisbee with pups (2)
Horeshoes
Karaoke
Kite Flying
Lawn Chess
Nature Crafts / Flower Crowns
Paint and Sip
Toss + Catch
Volleyball
What's our picnic playlists? [X]
What 3 things are a picnic must? [X]
How will a little rain impact the event? [x]
How did MCs, OCs, and LIs document the event? [X]
What else was submitted?
I was going to make a masterlist, but since most entries were just reblogs to the community posts it seemed silly... especially since all the extra entries were mine 🙈. Felt weird making a masterlist for just me! If more individual works are added, I'll make a separate masterlist.
@lovealexhunt / @theartoflovingthomashunt / @storyofmychoices
Bryce x Olivia picnic (art)
Bryce x Olivia beach picnic (edit)
Mal x Daenarya beach picnic (edit)
A Late Night Picnic (Mal x Daenarya) (writing)
Thomas x Alex Hollywood sign picnic (edit)
@peonierose : Art on the Beach with Bryce x Luna
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synthshenanigans · 2 years ago
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Chonny Jash Lyric Quiz List
Plutos and I have made a bunch of Sporcle quizzes that let you test how well you remember the lyrics to his songs. :}
All songs marked with an " * " are made by @plutos134340 !!
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Chonny's Charming Chaos Compendium Vol. 1
Time Machine Reprise
Dream *
Mucka Blucka Part 1 *
Mucka Blucka Part 2 *
Never Meant to Know
Spring and a Storm
Night
Ruler of Everything
Good Day/Bad Day
Just Apathy
The Heart Acoustic
Be Born
Storm and a Spring
The Mind Electric
The Soul Eclectic
The Bidding
Light
We're Gonna Win
Two Wuv
Variations on a Cloud
The Whole World and You
Welcome to Tally Hall
Banana Man
Haiku
Hidden in the Sand
Greener
Special
Taken For a Ride
Covered in Discontent
The Moss
K.K Cruisin'
Hokum All Ye Faithful
Slutteral Gump
Man With The Skeleton Arms
Restless Heart
Pocket
Alone With My Thoughts
Scatman's World
She Only Loves Me When I'm There
Spooky, Scary Skeletons
Hallelujah
The Before
does it sound familiar? *
backlit by moonlight. *
end the dance. *
contempt. *
pit. *
every ounce of energy. *
three paces away. *
a devil's tricks. *
wings of wax. *
Gothic Whore/The Novel Lyric Hunt
The Ballad of Dr. Jekyll *
The Mr. Hyde Jive *
Wilhelmina Waltz *
A Styrian Rhapsody *
A Monster's Lament *
An Elegey For One Roderick Usher/The Haunted Palace *
Dead Man's Sea Shanty *
Ode of the Cog *
Monster Mash [Encore] *
BONUS: bargaining/compromise *
BONUS: Dear Machine, Hate the Cog *
The Tim Minchin Power Hour
Cage *
Art *
Nerd *
Grew on Me *
Not Perfect *
The That Handsome Devil Power Hour
Shutup You're Stupid
Evl Ppl
Savages
A Drink to Death
Chonny's Inferno
The Will Wood Power Hour
Laplace's Angel [Hurt People? Hurt People!] *
Tomcat Disposables *
Thermodynamic Lawyer Esq, G.F.D. *
...And If I Did, You Deserved It. *
Memento Mori: the most important thing in the world *
The Chonny Jash Power Hour
Mayday *
Don't Take it Personally
Push *
Compelled by Hindsight *
The Lie of Black and White
Don't Take it Personally 2020 Demo
Push 2020 Demo
Compelled by Hindsight 2020 Demo *
The Ship of Theseus
The Ship of Theseus: Tracks 1, 2 & 3
The Ship of Theseus: Track 4, 5 & 6
Singles
Ain't No Rest for the Wicked
Charlotte
Fine, I'm Fine
20XX *
Heal
Heal Demo*
K.K Crushin'*
K.K. Cruisin' (Unplugged)
You Sound Like Louis Burdett
Count Eleven
To Toe Dead Lines*
The Forest for the Trees*
———
She also has a bunch of other quizzes you should check out too!!!
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astridthevalkyrie · 2 years ago
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standing at the crossroads: chapter 8
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Captain Levi is your lover. But more importantly, he’s your superior, and you’re well prepared to follow him to hell if he needs you to. And when people start turning into titans, and every bloody death is one step closer to the truth, hell may be exactly where you’re going.
Chapter 7 | Series Masterlist
taglist: @whore-for-anime, @macaronnv, @sparklython, @marciabito, @rintarhoes, @honeycakiee, @dracq, @welcometofunkytown, @tokyo-banana, @andsothemonsterscrept, @c0urtn3y, @rukova, @deadlyaffairs, @yellowminb, @sempiternalxmusic, @lacheri, @midaribaby, @rawritzrobin, @meeraaa-17, @atinyarmyx1, @kissalix, @inaaavae, @castellandiangelo, @ackermandick, @missyasma, @tenaciouswritersheep, @notgoodforlife, @sakurashell, @lqme, @affection-thief, @clusiesuzie, @feverish-dove
chapter warnings: female!reader, smut, feelings a lot of feelings, penetrative sex, oral sex (f. and m. receiving), creampie, extremely lovey dovey sex
a/n: There are a lot of references to past chapters in this one, I’m curious to see how many people recognize them! But more importantly, this chapter has been a long time coming, and I am immensely satisfied with how it came out. This is it, the climax (ha) of Levi and reader’s love story, the most romantic thing I have ever written, and I hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Appropriately coming out on our baby’s birthday <3
Starting the second the sun begins to dip under the horizon, you can safely claim that there will never again be a night like this. That seems like a sad declaration, but it’s not, it’s really just you acknowledging how special tonight feels. One arm wrapped around Ricky’s, you lean against his shoulder as you walk back to the base. You’re a perfect combination of cold and warm, and you have no doubt that the night sky has never looked more vast, nor more beautiful.
After a trip to the graveyard where you both had paid your respects to many, many people, a visit to the post office to send Millie the three pages you promised her, and a short trip elsewhere, you two were finally going home. 
Ricky’s sweater is comfy, if a little scratchy against your cheek. You move your head back and forth, trying to find a good position until you pull away and sweetly inform him that his shoulder is bony. He pinches your cheek just hard enough to sting in rebuttal.
Never a night like this, indeed.
“I heard they have meat for us today.” He slings his arm around you. “But you’ve had plenty of that in the past few years, haven’t you?”
“You’re such a teenage boy!” A laugh bubbles out from your chest. “Is that really the best you can do?”
“I could talk about how his missing inches probably haven’t transferred over—”
“Hey now, watch it, only I can make that joke.”
“Understood,” Ricky hums. “That being said, I want to ask you…”
“Hm?”
“I hope that he’s the reason you didn’t do anything stupid just now.”
Some people are brave, facing down titans and evil governments. Other people are braver, accusing you of being stupid of all things. With a jab in his arm, you say, “I kept to our deal, don’t you worry.” After a pause, you also confess, “I hope you did too.”
“I did, kid.” He takes your hand, waiting for the inevitable squeeze before inspecting the cuts that have turned into scars on your palm. You don’t necessarily need to mention that both your hands are alike in that manner. “You got this saving the commander.”
“Very good. Now how about this one?” You cheekily point to one just barely concealed by your collar. 
But it doesn’t look like Ricky’s in a quizzing mood. Instead, he traces his thumb over the scar, and even though there isn’t even any lingering pain anymore, you still feel the urge to wince. 
“He ordered you to watch over him, didn’t he? Captain Levi?”
Slipping your hand out of his and into the tight fit of your pocket, you toss out your best response to battle the concern in his question. “He’s given me a lot of orders. And—” You hold up a finger before he can interrupt. “The ones that have given me scars are not the ones I regret.”
Ricky looks at you a long while, but you’ve chosen your battles, including the one where you abandoned him—something he still doesn’t know about and something you hope you can take to your grave. There’s only so much repent you could show for something like that. Maybe he would forgive you, but you’ll never forgive yourself. And at the same time, you don’t know that you wouldn’t do it all over again if you were put back in that bloody battlefield. That’s where the real regret comes from.
“Had that cheesy-ass line ready to go, did you?” 
“Shut up.” You roll your eyes mirthfully. “I’m trying out an altruistic mindset.”
“Don’t try out things you can’t spell,” Ricky sings, then dodges your fist. 
The two of you bicker all the way back, until you reach the mess hall, where people are filing out, looking unnaturally well fed. Hange pats your shoulder, whispering in your ear about an inconspicuous-looking plate she saved on the corner of the table against the back wall. You’re not hungry, but you thank her anyway. Moblit shuffles past too, yawning. With her hand on his back, Hange looks at him tenderly. You hide your smile and let them walk away, together.
Ricky grabs his own plate to go and bids you goodnight, which is when you hear a soft kicking. You follow the source to Sasha, tied up with a gag in her mouth and wide eyes. 
Well, it’s not hard to see what happened here.
“They ate it in front of me!” she wails the second you kneel down and take the gag out of her mouth. “And left me here for the captain to find! I got—maybe two bites, Lieutenant.” Her eyes are shiny with almost genuine tears. “And I think one of those bites was Jean’s hand instead of the meat!”
“You think?” You make quick work untying her binds too, laughing. “Do I need to get him a bandage?”
Sasha rubs her wrists ruefully. “I’m sure all the meat he ate after was all the healing he needed. At least until he and Eren started beating each other up.” Your brows raise. “They’re fine. Not sure what it was about, but Captain Levi stopped them before either of them could pass out. He didn’t notice me on the floor,” she pouts, “even though I kicked my feet and everything.”
This time you hold back the laugh. You’ll hope that’s the case and not that he willingly left her there. “The table against the back wall should have a plate with some leftovers. Knock yourself out.”
Her eyes widen. Then she throws her arms around you, crying out excitedly. “You’re my favorite lieutenant ever! I’ll be in your service forever! I’ll follow you for the rest of my life! I’ll—”
“I’ll hold you to all of that.” You grin at her, nodding your head towards the table. “Go eat, Sasha, you’ll need your energy for tomorrow.”
She bounces away, a spring in her step that you hope she never loses. 
It’s a very real risk come morning, though.
You’re not nervous. You’re not cocky either. You’re concerned, of course, of such a high stakes mission, but with Eren’s newfound abilities and the way Hange has her death machine running day and night, you have a chance. Just a chance, one that everyone is ready to seize. This is the first official mission since the 57th, and even if your squad isn’t with you, they got you this far. Their sacrifice is the reason humanity even has the opportunity to take back Wall Maria.
And you’re going to do it hand in hand with Levi. There have been worse odds.
When you start walking, your legs navigate, roaming around until they lead you outside. Mikasa’s sitting on the steps, looking up at the sky. 
“Need some company?”
She doesn’t even flinch. Clever girl probably heard you coming. “I’m about to go inside, I think it may drizzle.” She peers up at where you’re standing, blinking softly. “You can have this spot if you’d like.”
“Nah, I’m looking for someone.”
“I haven’t seen him since he beat Eren and Jean up,” Mikasa says simply. Your lips quirk. If opposites attract, like forces certainly repel. 
You take a seat next to her despite what she said. “Anything on your mind?”
“Just the expedition tomorrow.” She looks at you tiredly. “It’s not too much to ask for a successful one for once, right?”
Blowing out of a puff of air, you shake your head. “No, it’s not too much to ask. But ask me tomorrow and I might have a different answer.”
“I won’t,” Mikasa decides, “I’ll only ask once everything is over.”
“That’s a good idea,” you murmur, lightly ruffling her hair. She—unconsciously, it seems—leans into your touch. “Come and find me after we have Wall Maria back and you’ve confirmed Eren and Armin are alright.”
Finally, she stands, nodding at you, a nonverbal promise. You stand too, now continuing down the steps. Her voice calls out after you.
“Aren’t you going to find the captain?”
“Oh, I know exactly where he is,” you say casually.
“Then,” she asks, confused, “why were you looking for him?”
All she sees is a shrug of your shoulders from behind. “You can know where someone is and still have to work to find them. I think you know that. Good night, Mikasa.”
You step behind the walls in front of the base, waiting for the soft footsteps to disappear, confirming she’s left. 
A second passes, and then Levi drawls, “It’s a wonder you didn’t study moral philosophy.”
“Too morally corrupt for it,” you respond brightly, offering your hand. “Are you gonna sleep out here all night?”
“Maybe.” His head tilts up, the moonlight gleaming in his eyes—beauty reflected in beauty. “Would you stay with me?”
Despite his words, he takes your hand and you tug him up. “Of course. Until it got chilly. Then I’d leave you for the wolves.”
He laughs, and you commit the sound to memory. Even though you feel the ground beneath your fight, the night sky makes it easy to forget that you’re standing anywhere else but a large expanse of night, an infinite void that you and he are safe in forever. Up here, you don’t need food or water or even oxygen, just his not so gentle gaze and callous palms. 
His hands find your hips and yours find his shoulders, thumbs skimming over his collarbone. 
“You’re very handsome,” you say quietly, smiling. “Have I ever told you that?”
Levi presses his lips to your cheek without kissing it. “You might have mentioned it. Why don’t you elaborate?”
“Hmm, I don’t know, sounds like an attempt to get me to keep talking. You know I have a lot to say about my favorite subject.”
He smiles too, you feel it on your skin, and you don’t know if you should thank or scold him for absolutely ruining your life.
It starts to rain all of a sudden, making the both of you look up. The space you’re in provides enough cover that neither of you get wet, but you frown regardless. 
“Oh man, I hope this doesn’t mess us up tomorrow. We have enough to worry about without adding muddy roads to the list.”
Expecting to hear an agreement, you turn back to him questioningly when you don’t get one. Levi’s looking at you in a sort of expectant way.
“It’s raining,” he tells you matter-of-factly.
“Yeah. So?”
You know he’s up to something when his lips twist in a sort of cruel way, but you still don’t expect it when he brings his palms up and shoves you back into the rain, drenching you all at once.
Your hands shoot up to provide a useless cover—water drips down your face and soaks your cheeks. It falls from your fingertips and absolutely soaks your favorite generic military uniform. For a second, an offended cry is on the tip of your tongue. Then, you realize that once upon a time, if anyone, even your best friend pushed you out into the rain, you’d have thanked them.
Then you realize your best friend did push you into the rain, and you don’t hate it all.
Levi has an impeccable smirk as he watches you. “Much more natural. Go on, do a spin.”
You’ll do him one better. Reaching forward, you grab his hand and yank him out as well, ignoring his yelp.
“Petty minx,” he bites, once you wrap your arms around his neck, cackling. “Ever heard of being the bigger person?”
“Nope!”
“You’re such a—”
“I can’t hear you!” you chirp gleefully. “What was that?”
In response, he takes your face in his hands, wiping away at every drop that falls even as more come. You’re sure that come tomorrow, he’ll continue on wondering in his pretty head why you are so ready to lay your life down for him. 
Reaching out, you run a hand through his wet locks, down to the back of his neck, certain that there is a way for him to get closer.
“I said,” Levi huffs a bit dramatically, “will you spend the night with me?”
“That didn’t sound like what you were saying.”
“Get your ears checked.” When you jokingly place a hand over each of his ears, he tilts his face forward with closed eyes and a pleased expression, letting you hold him in your hands. “Yes or no, Lieutenant?”
You let one of your hands fall from his face down to his fingers, raising them to press a soft kiss to the pad of his thumb. 
“How could I refuse, Captain?”
Levi intertwines his fingers with yours before you can let go, and the two of you make your way in the rain, with him guiding you back the long way back in. The water soothes your fears, until your heart beats in time with the pulse you can feel on his wrist. Like kids. you two run in the rain, laughing softly as though you’re in on one of the universe’s biggest inside jokes.
The shivers set in when you reach his bedroom, both of you immediately losing your orange jackets. Levi locates two towels and tosses one for you to wrap yourself in while he rummages through the little drawer he keeps to store your clothes in. 
In a surprisingly non-depressing way, you wonder as you watch him, what would happen if you died tomorrow. Would you die happy, fulfilled? Well, maybe not if a titan eats you—an obligatory shiver runs down your spine—but the method would be irrelevant when your life flashed before your eyes. And you know the memory that you would never be able to recall is telling Levi clearly, without any contesting whatsoever, that you love him.
It shouldn’t be a big deal. And it isn’t that big a deal, but it’s still never been said. For years, the matter has felt like you’ve been chasing Levi and he’s been sidestepping no matter how fast you go, no matter how long you reach your arm out. But now it’s different, because for a brief moment it switched, and Levi was the one chasing you, reaching out for you only for you to slip away. It feels like you’ve finally put each other through enough and can now stop running.
“Levi?” you probe, as he finds a shirt for you and stands. “I want to say it.”
It’s such a strange thing to ask consent for, but Levi meets your eyes. You tilt your head, not blinking, holding the towel tighter around yourself like it’ll guard your heart. 
“By it,” he says lowly, placing your shirt to the side, “I assume you mean what I’ve avoided saying so far.”
“We’ve both avoided it.”
“Because of me.”
Well, that’s not entirely untrue. “Yes.” You take a step closer to him. “That. Can I say it?”
“You can say whatever you want.” Levi takes a step too, eyes filled with hesitancy. “But…I’d like…to say it first.”
Swallowing, you nod. “Right. Um, go ahead.”
For a few seconds, you stare at each other helplessly. It shouldn’t be difficult, it’s certainly not difficult to think. But you understand, watching his fingers tremble slightly, exactly why it’s so difficult to say.
It’s dark inside, but the moonlight streaming in through the windows lets you read every single emotion on his face.
“You don’t have to.” You finally break the silence, deciding that it isn’t worth it. 
“Yes, I do.” Levi comes even closer, and your hand meets his before he can reach too far. “But I can’t. Every time I try, I just remember—I remember…”
Isabel. Farlan. Kenny, his mother, all the soldiers that have died so far. The ache of loving so deeply only to hurt worse. You squeeze his hands.
He really doesn’t have to. Just the fact that it pains him so much to try, because he so clearly wants to, is all the answer you need. Any more would be appreciated, but it’s not necessary.
“Promise me one thing, then.” You pause. “Three things, actually.”
Three rules, if he will. Very much like the beginning of your relationship.
“Tell me,” Levi says quietly, slowly undoing your wet hair and combing his fingers through it. 
“Don’t say it if we’re about to die, or in some heat of the battle moment.” Taking his free hand, you rest your cheek against it, shivering at the delightful chills that go down your back from his touch. As you murmur your request, you remember Lily. “If you say it, I want to be right here, in your room, on the bed, and I want you to kiss me after.”
“Such a bossy woman,” he breathes, his way of agreeing. “Deal.”
With nimble fingers, he starts to undo the buttons on your uniform. “The second thing is…about the injection.”
His fingers halt.
“Use your best judgment,” you say quickly, “but unless you absolutely have to and there’s no other choice, don’t…don’t use it on me.”
There’s silence behind you, so you turn to face him. Levi doesn’t look angry, but the tilt of his brow demands an explanation.
“I don’t want to be a titan.” You cross your arms over your chest, meeting the rough cloth of your bra. Your shirt, half unbuttoned, exposes you to the breeze that’s ever present in the base. “I know that it’s…not necessarily up to me, but—”
Levi gets down on his knees, interrupting you mid sentence. Perhaps it’s your upbringing, or perhaps it’s just who you are as a person, but his position doesn’t fill you with the disgust that he’d had when you kneeled down to him.
In all honesty, you think Levi looks absolutely divine on his knees. 
“I’m never going to turn you into something you don’t want to be.” He looks up at you, as if in worship. “It’s bad enough that I turned you into something I didn’t want you to be.”
It’s so wrong, to get a thrill out of him gazing upon you like this. To stare, transfixed, at your captain at your feet, not to assist you in any way, not for any practical reason, but to pledge his undying loyalty. It makes you feel guilty enough that you sink down next to him, in your rumpled clothing and pull him into your arms.
He holds you just as tightly as you hold him, and he has a strong grip, but you don’t feel suffocated for a second. 
“My bratty fucking duchess,” Levi mumbles fondly into your hair, “what’s your third rule?”
You’d almost forgotten it. Honestly, it was more of a joke, meant to lessen the seriousness of the first two. You might as well go three for three. 
“If something does happen to me tomorrow, you have to wait the customary three months.”
Levi pulls back with a confused frown and crossed brows. “Three months?”
“Mmhm.” You stand, pulling him up with you before taking the rest of your uniform off. As you change into the shirt he’s provided, you explain. “Usually I’d insist on four months, but I’m the nicest person in the world, so I’m giving you three.”
“Three months,” he says again, in a disbelieving tone.
“What, can’t rein it in that long?” Once your shirt is pulled over your head, you turn to him with a grin. “Fine, two months but only if you mourn especially hard. Visit my grave every day, leave roses. Only red ones”
“Shut up.”
There’s a slight puncture in his words. You stop for a second, observing him.
“I’m joking, you know, I don’t plan on dying tomorrow.”
Levi rolls his eyes, scoffing. “Do you think I’m not used to your shitty humor by now? I’m talking about this dumbass rule. Three months? Three months before I move on with someone else?”
“Two months if you—”
“You know damn well that even after two lifetimes I wouldn’t be able to move on.” His eyes bear into yours. “And if you don’t, then I’m telling you now. Three months, three years, three centuries. I don’t care. You’re it. There’s no one else.”
Your throat feels slightly dry. “Well, that’s a bit rash.”
“If I die tomorrow, will you move on after three months?”
“No,” you say immediately, not surprised at all by the jerk reaction, “but it’s different. You’re…you. I’m me. There’s a lot of people like me out there.”
“Yeah, right.”
“I mean it! There’s plenty of girls who—”
Levi’s hand grips your cheeks, smushing them together and effectively shutting you up. “Three lifetimes,” he tells you firmly, in his captain voice, like it’s an order. “Three lifetimes, and then I’ll come find you, and you’ll annoy me into caring for you all over again. Understood?”
Sure, you get it, it’s just your heart jumped so suddenly in your chest that you’re powerless to do anything but nod. An unsteady, furious beat plays within, a love that you are afraid of. A storm that blows you away, takes the gift of breath straight from your lips and throws you around, only to shove you unceremoniously back into his arms again.
Wordlessly, you start unbuttoning his shirt, sure that he’ll get sick if he stays in these wet garments any longer. All the while, you feel his eyes on you, as though he’s still silently peeved that you offered him three months to get over you. 
It hits you then that you’d really rather not wait three lifetimes for a future where titans hopefully won’t exist. You’d rather grow old with him in this life, then the next, then the next. Irritate and adore him for all eternity.
Never have you wanted to live more than this.
Keeping his top half bare, Levi puts on a pair of expensive-looking cotton pajamas, a gift from you that he’d reluctantly gotten very comfortable in. You admire his back for a second, letting your eyes roam over the only person who you could see naked a million times and still be unbearably smitten by.
You step up behind him, wrapping your arms around him and burying your face in the hair at the nape of his neck. Levi gasps, both from how cold your hands are and because of how sensitive his nape is, but his hands curl around yours automatically, keeping them pressed against his stomach. The sound he makes sends the brewing hurricane in your chest raging even harder. You could stand here forever, in this hurricane, as long as you were in the center with him.
“Ah,” he whines, when you press your lips to the sensitive spot on the back of his neck, “s-stop, or we won’t make it to the bed.”
“That sounds good to me,” you whisper into his ear, “who says I want to sleep?”
“Me,” and that’s all the warning he gives you before he heaves you up in his arms bridal style and tosses you onto the sheets. Before you can even spout your first insult, he’s on top of you, pushing your hair to the side and staring down smugly at his work of art. 
One quick rude gesture, and then you lock his legs between yours, flipping him over so he’s the one splayed out on the pillow instead of you. 
Levi looks impressed despite himself, as he flicks your forehead in retribution. You pretend to reel back in pain, falling in bed besides him. He’s warm enough for you, but he drapes the thin blanket over the two of you regardless. 
“That’s one-zero for me,” you say happily, moving in closer to share his pillow. “(L/N) wins again.”
“If that’s what you want to believe,” he responds, perfectly stoic and condescending at the same time. It makes you giggle childishly, diverting your attention to drawing intricate patterns on his chest with your finger. “You’re wide awake, aren’t you?”
“Too much on my mind.” You draw a daisy, then color it in.
“Not tomorrow’s mission.” He knows when you’re anxious, and this isn’t that.
“No, actually.” Levi’s hand slides under your shirt, resting on your waist. “I was just thinking about what you said earlier.”
His nose scrunches, and you bite back a laugh. Maybe being all romantic causes him to have amnesia, or maybe he’s been so sweet on you tonight that he doesn’t remember which thing you’re talking about. Pushing down the urge to kiss his nose, you rest your head against his chest, a tad nervous to look him in the eye when talking about this.
“Say I don’t die tomorrow. Say you don’t die tomorrow either.” Such high standards you hold each other to. “Say we both live, and then stay alive. Then what?”
Levi doesn’t let you avert your gaze. He runs his thumb over your lashes, then tilts your chin up. “If we both live? We’ll fight another day, obviously.”
“No, I mean, say we get to that cellar tomorrow. And there’s a note that tells us exactly how to get rid of all titans forever.”
“Erwin says the next step is to eliminate threats—”
“The note tells us how to do that too.” No one can accuse you for not trying your best here. It’s hard to make a soldier used to war imagine anything else. “In fact, there’s a magic wand that solves all of our titan problems. We wave it and then we’re done. Then what?”
He laughs quietly, a soft exhale on your cheek. “Are you thinking of retirement? Bit young for that, aren’t you?”
“I’m old enough mentally to make up for my lack of years.” You stick your tongue out, making him snort.
“Oh yeah, you’re real mature. Surprised they haven’t given you your benefits already.”
“An oversight.” You want to kiss him, not just on the lips, but everywhere else, but you restrain yourself for what feels like the thousandth time just this week. “So? If we manage to defeat all titans and other enemies tomorrow, what future do you see for us?”
For us. It slips out before you can really think about it. But what else could you possibly say? You couldn’t imagine a life without him, titans or no titans. What would be the point of finishing this war if you couldn’t wake up in Levi’s arms every morning? What need did you have for anyone else when he was the only person you saw when you closed your eyes?
This is strictly forbidden territory when it comes to conversation. Imagining any kind of future has always been a dangerous venture no matter what. But you think it’s also dangerous for you not to ask. If there’s never going to be a night like this again, then you’ll never know what kind of fate you’re supposed to imagine for the day after tomorrow. 
Because maybe the war will end tomorrow. Life won’t stop afterwards, you think, it’ll go on and you’ll create a place in it with your captain if it’s the last thing you do.
Now if only you can convince Levi to indulge you—
“We’ll have a tea shop,” he starts. You meet his eyes in surprise, but all he does is tuck a piece of your hair behind your ear and continue. “The two of us. It’ll be on the corner of a busy street, with a sign that’s not too big, but we’ll paint it in bright colors so people always have to look. It probably won’t be the only tea shop on the block, but it’ll be the best one. We’ll have small tables and chairs set up, and white tiles on the floor that we’ll have to mop down every morning and every evening. You’re not even going to think of touching the tea we make for people, but we’ll serve other things too. Coffee and cakes and plain milk too, even if I have to stop you from drinking our entire supply yourself. I’ll make the drinks and you can serve tables, so people always have a pretty smile with their order.”
Earlier, you’d felt dizzy with the emotions he’d provoked in you. Now, you only feel like crying. 
He’s thought about this. He’s imagined a future with you.
Levi’s thumb runs across your lower lip. “Those brats will probably always be coming in to bother us, so you can assign shifts for them to help out. I suppose we’ll pay them for their efforts too. Somehow we’ll have to keep Sasha out of the kitchens and Armin inside so he can supervise. Hange’s not allowed inside anywhere. Your annoying blonde friend can only come where you’re here and it’ll most likely be the opposite for Erwin.” Then, as though he’s thought of something else, the corners of his lips turn up. “You’ll probably give me shit for talking to people, you’re the most jealous woman I know.”
Swallowing down the urge to take his hand and run away, you huff out shakily, “You know other women?”
A snort, and then he asks, “What about you?”
“What about me?”
“Well, that’s the future I see.” The thumb tracing over your lips strokes up your cheek, brushing your lashes, like he’s trying to find constellations in your skin. “What future do you see? What do you want to do if this war ends?”
You only think for a few seconds before responding. “Truthfully, I think I’d remain a soldier. There’s always a need for someone to perform their civic duties, right?”
His gaze is downright adoring. “So you’d like to keep helping people?”
You groan. “Don’t say it like that, you make me sound lame.”
“My darling,” Levi says with a fond smile, touching the tip of your nose, “you are lame.”
Yeah, you kind of are. It’s the truth, though. Despite the absolute horror of not being able to save someone, whether comrade or civilian, the relief when you do manage to save someone, or the pleasure of being able to make people relax, make them smile—that feeling is all-numbing, something that says the pain is worth it. And in a world without titans, maybe there would be less of the painful moments anyway. You don’t know, but Maria knows you want to find out.
“But that cuts into what you said, doesn’t it?” You’re musing now, quickly becoming addicted to the idea of a future, as unlikely as it is. “If I’m out soldiering”—Levi snorts, a huff of breath on your skin—”then I won’t be able to help with this marvelous tea shop. Or maybe I’ll work weekend shifts,” you tease, eyes shining, “but I expect a full salary.”
“You don’t have to work at all if you don’t want to. At the tea shop, that is.” You think he’s joking at first, but the thoughtful expression on his face gives you pause. “If you really are busy, you can work wherever you please and just visit. Or we won’t have a tea shop, and we’ll figure something else out.”
Levi shrugs, then, as though he didn’t just suggest discarding a dream he’s clearly fantasized about for a long, long time.
“We won’t have a tea shop?” you repeat. “What, just because it wouldn’t fit my schedule?”
“Mmhm.”
The same part of your heart that cracks at how easily he gives it up thrums in giddiness that he would give it up for you, though you’d jump out of a window before you let him do anything of the sort.
“So what? If I wanted to give up everything to live at the top of the highest mountain, would you?”
Levi looks at you, blinking, not a sliver of insincerity in his eyes. “I would.”
“If I wanted to spend the rest of my life traveling the world?”
“I would ask you which direction to go first.”
“If I wanted to touch the sky?”
“I’d help you bring back the moon.”
“If I…” Your voice cracks. “If I wanted to marry you?”
For some reason, there’s a pause after that one. For some reason, stealing the moon is not as heavy as the idea of you and Levi being husband and wife.
Levi brushes away the stray hairs on your face, cupping your cheeks in both his hands. “Do you want to marry me?”
Do you? Is this a proposal? 
No, it’s just a question, which means you can answer freely and honestly.
“I want to do everything with you.” Even things you thought you’d never want to do ever. “Marriage is just a thing, like all the rest.”
There’s so much more you want to say. You want to tell him how you would leap headfirst into a burning building for him, make a fool of yourself and cross the world twice just to see him smile. How he’s the man who gave you purpose, a gift you could never give him proper compensation for.
“Then yes.” Even though you’re in his bed, in a dark bedroom with only the moonlight illuminating you and him, it feels like you’ve just proposed in a field of flowers. “Yes, I would marry you.”
I would die for you, his eyes say, I would die for you, I would kill for you. Your dreams and wishes are my dreams and wishes. I am yours.
And you, the wild child, would tame yourself for him.
You, the loyal soldier, would desert for him. 
You, too, would destroy yourself for him, in a world that allowed you to.
And now, the only thought remaining in your lovestruck head is—why wait?
“Okay.” Rolling on top of you, you straddle his waist. Levi’s hands rise to rest on your hips. “Let’s get married tonight.”
His brow quirks, and you know he’s amused. The look he gives you makes you nostalgic, one filled with a combination of amusement and exasperation. “I know I just said I would try to do anything for you,” he says, “but that’s a bit of a tall order.”
“No it’s not. See?” You lean down and push his hair back from his forehead, smoothing your hands over it to make for a presentable hairstyle. As presentable as it can be while he’s splayed out under you in his bed, that is. “Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to join this man and this woman in holy matrimony.”
You can tell he’s trying to hold back a smile. Even though this is clearly ridiculous, your heart hammers in your chest regardless, almost the same as it would if you really were in a dress and he were in a suit, standing in front of each other. 
“What’s after that?”
“Dunno, I was waiting for you to continue it.”
“You’re the one who loves weddings.”
A pout forms on your features. “It’s been a long time since I’ve actually gone to one, Levi.”
He blows a cherry on your cheek, one hand sliding to the rest on the back of your neck. You doubt that Levi has been to many weddings, or any at all, but there is nothing but confidence in his voice when he speaks. “Marriage is the union of two souls, in body, mind and most importantly, legality.”
Your own laugh catches you off guard. Levi’s so fucking funny when he wants to be, you’d forgotten.
“Since this is a very legal union, we have elected not to use any rings.” Now you’ve switched to a very serious face—it’s tough business playing both the officiator and the bride at once. “Instead, we will skip straight to the vows. You first.”
“Why do I have to go first?”
“The groom always goes first.”
“Bullshit.”
“Fine.” You grin, glad he caught your fib. “You have to go first because mine is going to be better.”
Cruelly, his fingers dig into your waist, making you squirm, giggling. “And what makes you so sure of that?”
“Oh, darling,” you coo, resting your forehead against his, “you may be feeling very romantic tonight, but you forget I’m the one with the silver tongue.”
This presents itself to him like a challenge; somehow, it feels so natural to push each other’s buttons even when saying your vows. If you didn’t have him to try and compete with, would anyone even try to provoke you the way you want to be provoked? The only competition that gets the blood in your veins pumping is responsible for keeping your heart pounding as well.
“(F/N),” Levi begins, “You’re a pain in the ass, minx, do you know that? You always have been. Tell me, what kind of person smiles at the instructor on their first day of indoctrination?” The kind that was unknowingly and immediately attracted to him, you want to say, but you keep your mouth shut—these invaluable seconds belong to his words alone. “Not a single day has gone by since then that you haven’t surprised me. I’m always figuring out a puzzle with you. It never finishes, it just gets bigger and bigger. Back then, I didn’t understand what someone so charming, someone who could have anyone on their knees with a snap of her fingers, was doing at the military. It took me a long time to figure it out. I had to figure this out first.” Taking your hand, he places it over your own chest, then his. “You had to steal it for me to see properly. It took time, so much time. I’m glad it did, though.” Brushing your hair out of the way, Levi whispers in your ear intimately, as though someone may overhear this verbalization of his devotion that is only meant for you. “I’m so glad it took this long, because I got to unravel the girl behind the smile, even if it took years. Even if I’m still only halfway done. Maybe less than that.”
You can’t even try to understand how he could think any part of you was a mystery to him, when he’s the only one who knows every single bit that makes you up. Physically, mentally, emotionally, even spiritually, there is not a single thought or action that you partake in that does not have Levi’s familiarity. 
“Do you know what I found?” your captain murmurs, still speaking sweetly into your ear. “After unraveling tons of wrapping, after putting some of the puzzle pieces together, I found a girl that was charming, yes, but only after she was everything else first. First she was kind, then she was brave, then she was funny, loud, obnoxious, clever and beautiful—and it just kept going, like the dolls they sell in the market. Except she couldn’t be a doll, not when she was so lively.” There is a pause as Levi looks at you, eyes tender and familiar. “Everyone knows when you walk into a room. Everyone knows when you leave. I know more than that. The good deeds you try so desperately hard to hide, the fears under the jokes. I know all that, and somehow I still don’t know everything. So let me promise you this, (F/N) (L/N).” Your name is a swear on his lips. “I’ll find out more. I will find out more and more, until I know everything. I have met so many people that I would die for, but you are the only one…the only one, (F/N), who I’ve wanted to live for too.”
You’re furious.
Not only did he not promise to love you in sickness and in health, but he ensured that you would never find such basic vows romantic or relevant ever again. Already, you have to scramble, race against the clock to find some way, somehow, to top that. While at the same time calming your rapidly beating heart, which started soaring away about halfway through his speech.
Levi holds you so incredibly close, like you might vanish. In this moment, you swear you and he could change the world.
“Well.” You take a deep breath. “I’m not glad it took so long. I wish we had met before, maybe as children. You’re talking about all these different parts of me that you discovered, but the thing is…I think you created them. Bravery, and kindness, who do you think I learned all that from?” Greedily, you glide your fingertips over his forehead, his cheeks, and his lips. Mine. “Maybe if we’d met earlier, you could have changed me sooner, and I would have gotten to”—Love you so very dearly, Captain—”adore you all the more. I…I always thought I would fall eventually. Or, more accurately, I thought I’d get sick of resisting it, and whoever the next man I decided to flirt with would become my husband. Either that, or I’d die alone, and pretty happily at that.” 
His eyes are wide in attention, as though he’s being told a compelling story. To your credit, you’re an excellent storyteller, and he is hearing the story of how you came to be in love with him. Quite a charming story, really—it's pretty cute how you fell for your superior.
“And then…you. Brash, brutish, beautiful you. Took me under your wing without a second thought, when all I wanted was to humiliate you.” Just the thought makes you chuckle breathily, admiring his fond eyes in the moonlight. “I was such a brat. And you…you were so mean, but you had me hooked. I did everything I could to impress you, to make you smile, to make you laugh. It meant the world to me, way more than getting in the top ten or impressing my instructor.” The more you speak, the more it seems like the cold morning is barreling towards you, faster and faster, eager to finish this night for good. Even if you have nightmares tonight, it will still be better than when you have to wake and leave Levi’s embrace. “When I kissed you…Maria, Lev.” Your eyes shut, trying to bring the memory to the front of your mind. “Everything I thought I knew turned on its head. I knew nothing except you. I was pathetic.”
At that, Levi finally makes to say something, but you press a finger to his lips. “I’m not finished. I don’t think anything has changed in that regard. You’re still what I think of before making any decisions, morning and night. You’re at the center of who I am, you’re…”
For some unknown reason, you’re struggling to finish.
“You are everything, Levi Ackerman.” By Rose, you love getting to use his full name. You wish you could have thanked his uncle yourself. “You will always, always, be everything to me.”
A minute passes then; you count the seconds in your head. For sixty seconds, Levi stares at what must be the most precious thing in the world, from the stars in his gaze. There is nothing forced or insincere in the way he looks at you, how…how okay he is with everything you’ve said. And you know that even though it would be so freeing to say it, you don’t need to. You know, you’ve always known, and you’ve never hidden it either. Levi will never doubt that you love him.
Despite your three month rule, you hope that in every lifetime, your name is carved into his heart forever.
Eternity passes before Levi continues quietly, “I now declare you husband and wife.”
You don’t even bother telling him that it’s pronounce, not declare.
You’re tired of waiting.
Mouth dry, you conclude. “You may now kiss the—”
Levi is more tired than you are, because he doesn’t wait for you to finish before lifting his head up and kissing you square on the mouth.
Any worries that you may have forgotten how to kiss during all these deprived months are quickly erased. Your mouth moves against his, and your hands find home on his face, returning his passion with an urgency even a battlefield couldn’t bring out of you. This is bliss. This is living with no regrets. No experience, no feeling, could ever compare.
“Don’t ever,” Levi groans, biting down on your plush lower lip, “not kiss me for six fucking months again.”
“Wasn’t my fault,” you argue weakly, but you hardly know what you’re saying, too lost in how warm his lips are, and how cruel it is that you haven’t gotten to kiss him every day since you’ve met him.
“Was too,” he borderline whines, “brat.”
“Jerk.”
“Minx.”
“Insomniac.”
“Oaf.”
“Asshole.”
“Dunce.” Levi kisses you even deeper, cupping your cheeks and pulling you closer. If your lips aren’t bruised by morning, you’ll be sorely disappointed.
The two of you paw at each other like inexperienced teenagers, almost like—like a newly married couple on their first night, you think with a soft whimper against his mouth.
“Shit,” he whispers, already detaching from your lips to press an open-mouthed kiss to your jaw. “Lay back, let me get on top.”
Without verbalizing it, you know he’s just had the same thought you did. Nothing else could have caused such a desperate craving in his expression. You feel it too, the need to see him come undone by your own efforts—captain, lover, husband, unofficial though the title may be.
“Not just yet.” You place a hand on his chest, not forceful but firm. “Let me do this first.”
Levi groans impatiently, but you know it’s hard for him to protest with your lips and teeth on his neck and your hands on his skin, basking in his shirtless glory. Your movements are quick, but careful—a work of art should be treated like one.
The scar on his shoulder is from a mishap of his own, a misplacement of his sword while he was slicing open a titan. The one right above where his heart is, a very old one, from when he was a child without any memory of what caused it. Above his ribcage is where he hurt himself during his first expedition, after Isabel and Farlan died. And that one, and that one, and that one…
How very stunning they all are.
Something is pressing into your thigh, and you quirk a brow up at him, as if to say this easily? In response, Levi jerks his hips up, eliciting a sharp gasp from you when his bulge rubs up right against your still clothed core.
It’s not like you’re doing any better. Months and months of not being touched, not even by yourself, has you squirming from nothing but slight contact and his stormy eyes on you.
The bed is hot, or maybe it’s just your skin, warming up from the way Levi is placing his palms against your neck, down your arms, at your waist. The narcissist in you knows that he must have quite a view above him. The squealing schoolgirl with a crush in you has butterflies swirling everywhere in her stomach.
“Minx,” Levi breathes lowly, sending another hot spark down. “How long do you plan to tease me?”
“Darling, I’ve barely teased you.” Dragging your tongue over the v-shaped line leading down to his pants, you place a hand over the bulge, squeezing gently. He jolts under your touch, mouth falling open in a pant.
“I count the six months.” His fingers weave through your hair, while his other hand strokes your cheek. You smile cheekily, placing a kiss to his palm before pulling his trousers and undergarments down. The sight that greets you is mouth watering. 
You peer up at him, wetting your bottom lip as you take him in your hand. Levi’s head falls back this time, a ragged moan escaping his throat. He’s already hot and heavy in your hand, but you can’t help stroking, familiarizing yourself again—the way he trembles, sensitive, helpless to your touch, makes the six months almost worth it.
Flicking your tongue out, you catch the bead of precum on his cock. A strangled sound tears through him, one that turns into a cry when you open your mouth and suck on the head.
Your eyes close in concentration, and you slowly take more with ease. The pressure feels right on your tongue, to the point where it doesn’t feel like something you’re doing to please him but rather because it makes you feel good.
Resting on your forearms, you wrap your hands around any part of his cock that you haven’t gotten wet yet, pulling back with a pop. In a raspy voice, you say, “Be greedy, Levi. I’ll get upset if you don’t.” When he doesn’t respond—his naked chest is flush, heaving—you slide your tongue in a circle around the vein on the side of his cock. 
Levi whines, a slurred rendition of your name. “E-Everything I need is here,” he manages to hiss, “Everything I—ha—want, is in this bed with me.”
You take him all the way down, until you can feel him touch the back of your throat. Levi sings for you then, a symphony of sounds that all beg for you one way or another, more vocal than you’ve ever seen him. You mourn that you can’t be privy to every filthy thought running through his head. No touch, no word, no thought of his should exist without you getting to consume it all.
If he won’t be greedy, then you’ll just have to pick up the slack.
There’s nothing he can grip onto—your hair, the bedsheets, anything—to escape your wanting mouth. You push his hips down when he tries to push up, trying to assure him that he doesn’t even need to ask, you’re more than willing to give it on your own.
It doesn’t take long for him to come, weak jerks against your mouth accompanied only by the breaks in his voice. Levi is out of breath by the time you finish, swallowing and pressing a last kiss to his still warm skin. With tired hands, he beckons you back up to him.
“Still got it?” you ask, eyes shining.
“Never lost it,” he responds, kissing your cheek before molding your lips against his again. You run a hand through his sweaty hair, reciprocating with equal vigor as his leg slots in between yours.
Levi keeps a hand on the back of your head, locking you in the kiss even after he starts to rub his leg back and forth. He kisses you through your whines, demanding that you keep your attention on him even as he himself drives you crazy. 
Even when he does finally pull back, and you both gasp for air, he pleads, “Take your clothes off for me.”
Sitting up, bruised lips and all, you toss your shirt over your head. “Now who else would I take them off for?”
“No one,” Levi growls, as though the question wasn’t rhetorical. He doesn’t give you the chance to tease or to pull anything other than your shirt off, pulling you down to attack your neck, clearly intent on giving you bruises to match your lips. “Are you wet?”
“What a vulgar question.” You laugh breathlessly. “Why don’t you find out?”
And he takes that challenge to heart. Kissing you once more, he slides his hand right into your pajamas, moving your panties to the side. With two fingers running down your slit experimentally, he groans at the very quick confirmation that you’re soaking. Levi lathers his fingers in your slick, watching you rock into his touch with an open mouth.
It’s easy for him to slip his fingers out and into your mouth, watching like a man possessed as you taste yourself on him. “Beautiful,” he murmurs in awe. You only flush a little.
“Thank you.” You kiss him right on the bridge of his nose. “You want me on my back now?” Levi’s brows furrow in thought, and he seems far more interested in your breasts than in answering your question. Taking one in his hand, he traces a finger around your nipple. “O-or should I sit on your fa-aace!” Your abrupt moan is captured by his lips as he tugs on your nipple, as you struggle to keep yourself from collapsing on top of him. 
Both his hands are on your chest now, while his tongue pushes into your mouth. Your eyes flutter close, wondering if it’s possible to orgasm just from this. The coarse texture of his hands never fails to set your skin ablaze, half reminding you that this is Levi, Captain Levi, Humanity’s Strongest Soldier and slayer of titans who has his hands all over you. 
“I don’t need you on your back to make you come.” His voice is hot, and one of his hands trail down to pull your pajamas down, gliding over the curve of your ass. “Sit up a bit.”
About two seconds after you listen, he has your nipple in his mouth, teeth clamping down and sending a painful pleasure down your body. “Le-vi, ah—”
“You’re as whiny as ever.” Soothingly licking over your areola, he starts to rub his thumb over your clit. “Haven’t I taught your patience yet, sweetheart?”
Your eyes roll back, unable to respond, unable to do anything else. Anything but sweetheart. He knows damn well what your weaknesses are. 
One of his fingers teases your entrance for a few seconds before pushing in, and right away you know you’re not going to last. Not after so long. There is no one in the world who could fill you up like this from just a finger.
“There’s so much I could do to you,” Levi whispers. Another finger joins the first, as his thumb rubs circles on your bundle of nerves. “If we had time, I would have you stay in bed with me the whole day. And I could make you come again…” The two fingers in you pump in and out, as he sinks his teeth into your neck. “And again…” A violent fantasy blooms in your head—spending your day off with your husband, pushing each others’ limits to the breaking point, until neither of you could bear to move. Not caring about doing what was good, what was expected, but simply the most base, selfish desires that you and he could think of. If only, if only, if only—
“Come,” he requests sweetly.  
You do, nearly tearing up from the reverent way he breathes, inhaled through his mouth and exhaled into your soul. You get stuck on a wail of his name, the usual worry that someone might hear you nonexistent because everyone knows now, those who might care and those who don’t. He let everyone know. 
Levi swallows your heavy breaths with his mouth, urging your mouth open and your body to go lax against him. He’s clearly satisfied that he did in fact get you to come without turning you over, because now that he has nothing to prove, he gently guides you to lay back against the thin sheets.
Breaking away from your lips, he trails sloppy kisses down your neck and shoulder, heating you up even as you cool down. 
“Levi?”
“It’s our wedding night,” he explains, a gleam in his eyes, “surely you don’t expect I’ll be satisfied making you come just once?”
“God,” you praise, letting your head fall back as he tosses your legs over his shoulders. “We…have a mission tomorrow, you know?”
“Tell me to stop, then.”
“Shan’t,” you slur, feeling his warm breath on your pussy.
Levi dives in with your express permission, a deprived man. All you can perceive is his wet, skilled tongue, lapping up your wetness like it’s the last thing he’ll ever get to drink. His eyes are shut in elation, and his hair tickles your stomach as he suffocates himself, your thighs squeezing around him without any form of control from you.
Tears line your lashes. Your captain has given up his precious stoic facade time and again for you, blessing you with this sight. Nails digging into your thighs, leaving scratches that sting better than any sword, squelching sounds from how wet you are and how well he’s eating you out, and, when he finally opens his eyes, they’re blown out and hungry, and they’re telling you exactly who his meal is.
Your back arches, your hand digs into his hair and holds him in place as your hips buck wildly against his mouth. “Lev…Levi!”
The second orgasm is even better than the first, and Levi doesn’t give you a break during it either, softly suckling on your clit as you wheeze and pant sharply. It works exactly as planned, and you squirm to get away from the overbearing pleasure turned pain. 
With a gentle touch, now, he runs his hands over your thighs, kissing over a spreading soreness. It should help you come down from this high, but the care only tugs at your heart, confirming that if he wanted to spend the time from now until the end of the world between your legs, you would keep them wide open to keep him there.
Eyes open or closed, hands exploring or stagnant, mouth shut or spouting poetry. You’re not whole if Levi isn’t there with you.
Slowly, he kisses his way back up, humming when you capture his mouth first, one arm around his neck and legs weakly wrapped around his waist. He’s hard again, you can feel it, and if you just…rock up a bit, he might slip inside you with little effort.
Levi moans, void of self control, and pulls back to stroke your hair back. “Do you actually have another one in you? I’m not trying to ruin you here.” Although I could, is the unspoken message. And you’d let him.
“What happened to you knowing my limits?” He kisses the pout off your face. “I need you, Captain. Take me.”
Without any more protests, he buries his face in your neck and guides himself in, inch by inch, until he’s all the way inside you, and you praise every god and every wall that you have ever known. Yes, yes, yes. You’re his. He’s yours. There will never be anyone or anything that can contest it now.
“That’s it.” Your voice is choked up, having never felt so perfectly right in your life. “Come on, Lev, fuck your wife.”
You’re rewarded with a sharp thrust, making you mewl as you drag your nails along his back. “You’re going to be the death of me,” he groans, as your legs press him further into you, “I-If I think too hard about this—about you, I won’t last. It’s not enough, it’s never enough with you—”
He cuts himself off, hissing your name when you clench around him. His every single word is your own thoughts expressed—it really never will be enough. In the unlikely chance you get to spend a lifetime with him, you will still want more. No matter how many times he makes you come, you will always want more, to return the favor until both of you can’t take it anymore. And if he tells you he loves you, you will repeat it, again and again, until the last bit of life finally leaves you.
Levi can’t seem to bring himself to be slow, which you’re endlessly grateful for. He pounds into you, leaving you empty and then filled repeatedly. One hand finds yours and your fingers intertwine by your head. 
“Don’t stop.” I love you. “Please, never stop, Levi.” I love you so much. 
“Tell me you’ll wait.” A breathy demand leaves him, his eyes staring straight into yours, trapping you. “Tell me that even if it’s a different lifetime, you’ll wait for me to find you.”
Always, always, always.
“I won’t.” You pull him down and crash your lips on his. You taste him, tea leaves and honey and something that is distinctly, uniquely him. “I’ll find you first.”
You know that he’s close. He’d warned you that he wouldn’t last, as though you couldn’t already tell by how disheveled he looks, frenzied gaze and wild hair. Usually, he waits for you to finish first, but you doubt he’ll make it this time. You don’t mind, you’ll give anything, everything…
“Inside,” you beg, when he tries to pull out, “please, come inside me.”
“Goddammit.” His hand trembles, but you hold him steady, not letting go. “Are you sure?”
“I’m sure. Please. Please.”
At your behest, he listens. Your name tears from him in a cry, and you feel him come undone, painting your walls unabashedly for the first time, and it leads you to your own release. He doesn’t swear, doesn’t even whine like you do at the foreign feeling, just repeats your name over and over like a mantra, like a prayer.
Large hands cup your face and he gives you one last kiss, breathing air into your lungs. Your hands fall limp to your sides, but you reciprocate the best you can, sucking on his lower lip sweetly, exhausted but not nearly done expressing how much you adored him, a mission that would end only when you did.
Ever so softly, Levi returns to his original position on his back, and he tugs you on top of him. You fall on top of him, a sticky, sweaty mess, and you rest your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.
Never again a night like this.
Closing your eyes, you lie there against his chest, a woman loved. “Tell me one more time,” you plead, “just once more.”
Levi sighs softly. “We’ll have a tea shop…”
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melonefelone · 2 years ago
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Have a dump of my various riddler headcanons because I want to share them 💔 not for any specific verse I just apply them as they make sense
- really good at like slight of hand magic (like that pulling quarters out from behind people’s ears stuff) flexes it a lot despite most people being pretty unimpressed since like - actual magicians exist
- chronic migraines; complains and whines about them when they are bad but most of the time seems pretty unfazed by them
- does all of his taxes by himself, and by hand. Refuses to invest in an accountant or just do his taxes online like any normal person
- resident man friend for the women, drives them around to bars on girls nights and rounds them up when it is time to go home.
- texts extremely formally, basically like it is an email. Corrects other people’s grammar and spelling in texts, and shames people for using emojis
- on the note of texting, since he doesn’t use things like lol, he will type “Laughing Out Loud” refusing to do any abbreviations
- the equivalent to an elon musk dick rider but for bruce wayne on twitter. He hypes up anything wayne tech does on all of his accounts to an extreme where he probably gets bullied for it by teenagers online.
- watches reality tv (i.e keeping up with the Kardashians) but as a guilty pleasure.
- IT guy for most of the rogues, if they are willing to deal with him gloating and will pay him he doesn’t mind coming over and fixing their tech and computers. Its just a matter of it they mind dealing with him.
- bad reflexes + low pain tolerance + clumsy as shit sometimes. It is honestly a miracle he hasn’t died building his own death traps.
- working for him includes a dental and healthcare package (echo and query forced him to do this), if batman really kicks your ass you may get paid time off or if your spouse has a kid/someone has a kid he could possibly give paternity leave. Depends on his mood when you ask.
- honestly, really good at fantasy sports. he likes crunching the stats and all that. Kind of dominating the rogue fantasy league; likes coming up with the punishment for the losers
- also really good at stock investing; has considered running an NFT scam to trick stupid people into just giving him money. However doesn’t want to deal with the federal government if he gets caught since thats like… fraud.
- refers to his therapist in arkham strictly by their first name purely to be disrespectful
- possibly, maybe, composes his own music for anytime he takes over billboards in Gotham. Gotta make sure the people have some tunes to listen too as he quizzes Batman.
- allergic to animal fur, also just generally thinks animals are gross.
- the guy who talks through the entire movie trying to explain and guess every minute plot point and event in the movie. Gets mad when he is wrong, probably turns off the movie if someone points out that he was wrong. Generally just horrible to watch movies with, honestly.
- collects old books and stamps. Has a little shelf/binder full of them he is pretty proud of.
- banned from any and all escape rooms in Gotham after signing up for one once, covering the cameras, and converting it into a death trap for a poor staff member to find when he finally left because nobody in the staff is paid enough to kick him out
- really into gambling, gets really down and out when he loses, but whenever he wins he goes absolutely bananas. Definitely does not have a rigged slot machine in his little hideaway that only gives him wins that he uses whenever he is in a bad mood.
- car guy. he really likes cars.
- really nice cologne, still somehow always has an underlying smell of motor oil or a similar smell on him however. He doesn’t smell bad, it’s just something noticeable if around him for a while.
- gatekeeps whoever he orders all his custom stuff from.
- absolutely horrible at keeping secrets unless it has some sort of blackmail behind it, or he is getting paid to keep quiet.
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Bluesea Lagos de Cesar in Tenerife
We wanted to get our fix of winter sun, so booked in six nights all inclusive to stay at the Bluesea Lagos de Cesar in Tenerife. Where we stayed was perfect for winter, it was just a short walk to a nearby beach with the most beautiful black sand, the weather was gorgeous and the cocktails were flowing. At the buffet restaurant they had themed nights and a local fish option everyday. There was lots of fresh vegetables, salads and fruit, so I could give Belle apples, pears and bananas without having to rely on pouches all the time.
There was a lovely big pool for adults and adjacent was a kids pool with plenty of noodles for children to enjoy. There was entertaining quizzes and shows in the evenings and all-inclusive pool and piano bars offering a variety of cocktails and local beers. A playground was just two minutes walk away from the hotel and there was a beautiful coastal walk where you could enjoy looking out along the stretch of the sea for miles, with plenty of benches and bars to enjoy the beautiful vista. The Canary Islands is definitely a great destination for the winter months, when it’s cold in England you’ll definitely get your sun fix and it’s only took four hours to get there thank you a smooth travel experience with Ryan Air, most of which Isabelle slept through! Another successful mummy and baby holiday!
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wangbotam · 7 months ago
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if ur accepting asks rn can u explain a bit of ur cookie run trivia game? i was totally lost on a lot of questions
to be honest im not sure how to explain most of them because almost every single question can actually be easily checked through some googling, so i dont think i can go into detail on most of them, but i can provide some commentary
heres a link again if anyone wants to do the quizz, because im going to give away the answers. its just for fun so you can decide whether you think its worth spending like 20 minutes of your life playing it. anyway heres what i can say about some of the questions:
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Until which update was this cookie included in the credits of CROB?
i hate this question because it proves how stupid i was. it was originally 'what is this cookies OFFICIAL name, not counting social media?' because i was under the belief that banana peel was only ever called 'ch17' and the official name 'banana cookie' only came from devsisters namedropping her on social media.
turns out im wrong and im a dumbass, she WAS already called banana cookie, but only in korean, and i didnt realise because i didnt look hard enough on her wiki page in the cookie run wiki. i am the fucking idiot of the century.
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Not counting Kakao Cookie Run, which of these games never released outside of South Korea?
looking back, i think this question may be one of the easiest. if i had the hindsight that this question is stupid as hell, id have made it centered around 'cookie run the darkest night' instead, because that was a game i only found out existed while researching to make the quizz and it gave me one of the funniest cookie run screenshots ive ever seen.
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hes just standing there. menacingly.
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What Cookie was meant to be part of CR:OB's starting roster, but released years later instead?
i cant provide insight on the question itself but i can provide some trivia! according to context, since CROB (then named Cookie Run 2, which is fucking hilarious) started production around 2015, its heavily implied by dinosour was meant to be a CROB original! this is heavily supported by the fact he had a completely different design than what he ended up with, just like popcorn. as an added bonus, theres two cookies who were the inverse: meant for kakao but released for CROB instead. im not gonna say who they are, because i might make an extended version of the quizz someday, but you can find out who they are by googling.
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Which of these Cookies were leaked early into Kingdom's lifespan, but never released?
i first showed the quizz to a kakao-centric group im a part of and there were some concerns on how the question was worded, because ALL the answers in this question are cookies who were shown in early promotional material but never released (at least not yet), but orange cookie - as far as i know, from the answers i inserted - was the only one to have been at least close to completion but never released. this is the same limbo that carol and matcha found themselves for years, but unfortunately orange hasnt escaped it yet.
notably, there was a leak VERY early into kingdoms lifespan - i believe this may have been around the time of kumihos release - that showed real life photos of each cookies gacha screen, or at least mockups, and there were two very notable cookies there, orange and devil. devil ended up releasing (and i think they may be the only rare cookie added post-game launch?) but orange never did. i honestly dont know why, my first guess is that she may not fit the games aesthetic of high medieval fantasy but thats clearly not true because shining glitter exists.
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Which of these following Devsisters games have had more than one actual appearence in a Cookie Run game?
this one may also be one of the most unfair, if only because 99% of devsisters non-cookie run catalogue of games is so obscure that theres barely any footage for most of them, and i think some of them may even be lost media. get THAT! mish is probably one of the most well known, and even then ive only seen two whole videos of its gameplay in the years since ive known this game exists. i actually didnt even know 'pandadogs pizza' was a game that existed until i started researching for this quizz! the answer is still available on the internet though as obscure as it is so im confident that its still relatively fair, compared to...
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Finally: Which of these costumes leaked YEARS before their actual release?
this is my favorite question. im like, 99% sure its almost completely impossible to find any proof of this, and i almost considered not including it for this very reason, but its one of my favorite facts about cookie run because it makes me feel like im part of a Cool Kids Club for knowing about it. some of you may hate me for it, but i fucking love it. anyway, for context:
back in late 2020, shortly before we had any info on the first TBD update, i was in a server that had a super secret leaks channel, and the first leak ever posted when i joined that server was this TBD leak. it was very low quality photos (just like oranges leak), but like, even more low quality. i can vividly remember:
1 - croissant cookies ability sprite, which most of us thought was actually a pilot costume
2 - some of timekeepers sprites, probably their talksprites, alongside rogueforts costume, which made us assume timekeeper was actually a super epic/legendary costume concept for roguefort (this was before we knew legendary costumes were exclusively for legendary cookies in CROB)
3 - everyone assuming the island of memories was getting an update for some fucking reason
4 - and finally, cherrys TBD costume alongside one of zombies costumes (though i dont remember which). i remember thinking it was super weird that cherrys costume was nowhere to be found when the update finally released, and turns out devsis just put it in the backburner for the time being. why? nobody knows! this is also why i put zombie in as one of the answers.
anyway yeah this question is completely unfair and im aware of it. ive since had a falling out with the owner of the server that had these leaks so unfortunately i cant show proof of their existence, but trust me, theyre real. cookie run leaks were a lot less prevalent (at least compared to how common they are nowadays) back then, especially because cookie run was still super niche in 2020, so i assume these leaks didnt spread very far.
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finally, a question i wanted to add but didnt was about 'which cookie got nerfed mere hours/minutes after their release?'. its related to a weird memory i have of opening up the tumblr app before school started to see people in the cookie run tag talking about how op lemon was and how he got nerfed shortly after he released because he was just that op. to give credence to my memory, yeah, he was super busted back then - he kind of scored like nobody had ever seen up til that point in CROB, at least until lime stole the title of most OP release from him (this was before we knew how bad cookie runs score inflations would get).
but i couldnt find any proof that this was real? like, im sure it was, i even told one of my classmates about it because it was so absurd to me, but when i started research for the quizz i couldnt find people talking about it. admittedly its AWFUL to look up anything cookie run related nowadays, even if you filter your search, because its all gonna be about modern CROB and CRK and you cant escape from it. but this made me question whether my memory is right or not! i know for a fact the cherry question is 100% real, but lemon.... that was in 2018 and my memory sucks, so i didnt include it. can anyone confirm whether my memory is real or fake? greatly appreciated.
anyway that turned out longer than i anticipated, but it was fun. i love sharing weird obscure tidbits about cookie run, especially because it seems nowadays the fandom isnt very interested in it. maybe someday ill make an Obscure Cookie Run Facts 2 or whatever, but i think for now this quizz is pretty hard enough as is.
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the-banana-0verlord · 10 months ago
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conclusion: I am a goody-two-shoes
Moral Alignment Test (idrlabs.com)
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alwaysmoncheri · 9 months ago
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𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞
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𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐡 | 𝐚𝐠𝐞: 18 | 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬: she/her | 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲: july 1st | 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞: words of affirmation—physical touch
𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬—
𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐚 . . . cancer ; enfp ; hufflepuff ; an aaron taylor-johnson simp ; a multi-fandom enthusiast; a fanfiction fluff writer ; a fluff reader ; a uni student ; a silly little american traveling europe
𝐈 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 . . . read, write fanfiction, take aesthetic/cinematic photos, thrift cute clothing, scroll on pinterest, indulge in my favorite foods, have deep conversations, watch people experience life, competitive and non-competitive swim, celebrate with others, spend time with family and friends, travel, occasionally get myself dolled up, watch old/cinematic movies, write reviews and analyze movies, books, etc, learn different languages, do personality quizzes for fun, rewatch/reread my favorite movies/books, doodle/draw, find people who really, really get me, browse dresses, make my friends and family laugh, journal, be delusional, flirt on character ai, make things pretty/aesthetic, have silly little crushes. . .
𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 . . . being a bad friend, letting my friends, family, and coaches down, the feeling of failure, breaking/broken promises, liars, people who waste my time, people who are mean to animals ( including bugs ), inconsiderate people, people who are mean to my friends or family, having allergies, toxic positivity, bananas ( it’s a texture thing ), pick-me's, wearing socks to bed, having anxiety, loud chewing, having a stuffy nose, humid weather, being sleep-deprived, stress, being sick, taking/people who take jokes too far. . .
𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐈 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 . . . rain, sunsets, desserts, cheeseburgers ( specifically mcdonalds ), carnival/fairs, poetry, photography, animals ( otters & cats ), crunchy leaves, leather jackets, vintage cars, late nights, headphones, airpods, anything pretty/aesthetic, the 80’s, books, thunder and lightening, fireworks, flowers ( roses, tulips, lilies, carnations, daffodils ), home decor, candles, tea, stylish men, music ( 80’s rock, alternative, classical, pop ), cold weather ( only when there’s snow ), halloween, dressing up, christmas, autumn and spring months, the colors pink, beige, brown, green, blue, yellow, purple, jewelry, building silly little legos, rereading my old journal entries, harry potter, marvel, star wars, aquariums/zoos, stranger things. . .
𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬—
𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐬: little women ; the princess bride ; 10 things I hate about you ; la la land ; dead poets society ; 13 going on 30 ; princess diaries ; pitch perfect ; dirty dancing ; top gun ; sherlock holmes ; pride and prejudice ; joker ; coraline ; the amazing spiderman ; the prestige ; tangled ; the dark knight ; harry potter ; good will hunting ; scream ; meet joe black
𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐬: criminal minds ; brooklyn nine-nine ; the office ; stranger things ; friends ; gilmore girls ; merlin ; ted lasso ; outerbanks
𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬: normal people ; song of achilles ; a little life ; circe ; shatter me ; the inheritance games ; the invisible life of addie larue ; the night circus ; anna karenina ; harry potter ; the hunger games ; the secret history ; little women ; the count of monte cristo
𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬: hozier ; the smiths ; van halen ; queen ; nirvana ; billy joel ; bon jovi ; billie eilish ; taylor swift ; exes ; abba ; conan gray ; olivia rodrigo ; lana del ray ; the jonas brothers ; gracie abrams ;
that’s all, my darlings! thank you for reading my little post all about me <3
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lobanusclub · 1 year ago
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Unforgettable Marbella Hen Party: Celebrate in Style
Marbella, nestled along the sunny coast of Spain, is a prime destination for an unforgettable hen party. With its beautiful beaches, vibrant nightlife, and luxury lifestyle, Marbella offers the perfect backdrop for celebrating the bride-to-be's last days of singledom. Here's how to plan an exciting and memorable Marbella Hen Party:
1. Luxury Accommodation: Start by booking a luxurious villa or a boutique hotel to serve as your base during the celebrations. Marbella offers a range of accommodation options with stunning views and access to the city's best attractions.
2. Beach Day: Enjoy Marbella's breathtaking beaches. Reserve a private area on one of the beach clubs, where you can bask in the sun, sip cocktails, and indulge in beachfront dining.
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3. Spa and Wellness: Treat the bride and the bridal party to a relaxing spa day. Marbella boasts world-class spas that offer a range of treatments, from massages to facials, helping everyone unwind and rejuvenate.
4. Nightlife Extravaganza: Marbella is renowned for its vibrant nightlife. Start with a stylish dinner at a beachside restaurant, followed by a night of dancing at one of the exclusive nightclubs. Puerto Banús is a hotspot for celebrity sightings and upscale clubs.
5. Private Yacht Charter: Take your celebrations to the waters with a private yacht charter. Cruise along the coastline, sip champagne, and enjoy the stunning views of the Mediterranean Sea.
6. Shopping Spree: Explore Marbella's upscale boutiques and designer stores. Consider organizing a shopping day where the bride and her friends can shop for chic outfits for the night out.
7. Cocktail Making Class: Engage in a fun cocktail making class. Learn to mix your favorite drinks while having a blast with the bridal party.
8. Themed Party: Plan a themed party that resonates with the bride's personality or interests. Whether it's a glamorous Hollywood night or a tropical luau, a themed party adds a unique touch to the celebrations.
9. Water Sports: For an adventurous twist, try water sports activities such as jet skiing, paddleboarding, or even a banana boat ride. It's a fantastic way to add excitement to your hen party.
10. Hen Party Games: Incorporate fun games and challenges to keep the atmosphere lively. From scavenger hunts to trivia quizzes about the bride, these games create memorable moments.
11. Cooking Class: Join a cooking class to learn how to prepare authentic Spanish dishes. It's an interactive activity that also satisfies your taste buds.
12. Sunset Cruise: Embark on a sunset cruise along the coast. Marvel at the stunning sunset while sipping champagne and enjoying the company of your closest friends.
Remember to plan ahead and consider the bride's preferences when crafting the perfect Marbella hen party. With its combination of glamour, relaxation, and excitement, Marbella is sure to provide an unforgettable experience for the bride-to-be and her bridal party.
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solphage · 2 years ago
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I tagged 85 of my posts in 2022
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My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
have one of those u-quizzes, and what I got for it; https://uquiz.com/quiz/CEu7yk?p=387928 the baby everyone is absolutely soft for you. there’s probably one or two people out there who say you’re overrated, but that’s probably just because they want to act quirky and push another character onto people. there’s probably a shit ton of soft edits of you with that banana clip audio that was really popular last year. someone out there is running a soft stan twt account where they write countless headcanons of you. also there’s probably unfortunately a handful of 12 year olds who call you a soft bean, but you win some you lose some i guess.
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and this one’s actually one I think of my girlfriend while listening to
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another song from the ‘thinking about my girlfriend’ collection, though it’s more of a ‘hope my girlfriend thinks of me like that’ song @antarctica666
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Another song from the ‘thinking about my beloved you, @antarctica666‘ collection
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from the ‘listening to songs and thinking of you’ collection, @antarctica666
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sugasthreedollarkookie · 2 years ago
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Dating Minho Headcanons
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Minho x reader
Tw: kind of nsfw (hickeys) if there are more let me know.
He is a slut for attention. I said it.
Is rather protective. Not so overkill, but if he sees someone looking at you in a "oh damn theyre kinda cute" you better believe his petty ass will throw his arm around you and make it very noticable that you both are together.
Speaking of which, he leaves hickeys in noticable areas. He is rather proud of them also.
There would probably be some type of competition between you two, at all times. Just to keep it interesting. Who can run to so and so the fastest, who can chug this water the quickest.
You guys fucking own trivia night.
Also, there are a shit ton of petty arguments. They never go further than small bickering, and are mostly lighthearted.
Keeping with that, you guys dont get into screaming matches. The way it usually goes is, either one of you is pissed of for some reason or another, and you either keep silent or get almost passive aggressive. Then you after you have calmed down you talk it out.
The relationship is actually pretty healthy.
Sucker for cuddles.
He doesn't like it when others see that there are cuddles though. He has a little bit of a toxic masc. Mindset. Youve been helping him get out of that.
He likes quizzing you about himself. Whats his favorite color? Whats his favorite thing to do? He really likes it when you remember stuff about him. Makes him feel all warm and fuzzy.
He's sarcastic and flirty, so thats how he always is with you. Even though it was a little annoying in the begining, youve come to love it.
He will let you do his makeup. Not always, and not full face. But boy can rock some lip tint and nail polish.
Speaking of, he likes black nail polish, or dark colors if he was going to wear them.
He likes buying you thing, like when yall are out together, not even a date, he'll buy you coffee. Even if hes not getting anything. He likes making small purchases for you.
Thats kind of his love language. Acts of service/ touch.
If you work out, he'll work out w you. If not, he doesnt care either way.
You guys send eachother dumb pictures of things you find on the internet and are like
Ha that looks like you.
He likes strawberry banana anything. Fr, milkshakes, yogurt, candy, saltwater taffy. Anything.
He really enjoys listening to music together. Then you both can talk about bands and bicker compare them.
He loves everything about you. Literally everything. Even your bad qualities, if you're stubborn or lazy, he still loves them bc they make you you. And you could hardly ever do wrong in his eyes.
Heart shaped eyes for you.
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chloenwckobiaarchive · 2 years ago
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MEET CHLOE NWOKOBIA!
Works at The Vinyl Hub. Passionate about the environment. Loves collecting fashion magazines, drinking tea, and gardening.
HER BIOGRAPHY!
Meet Chloe Sonya Nwokobia, an employee at The Vinyl Hub. She’s passionate about how digital streaming and TikTok are killing the music industry. Outside of the digital world, Chloe is also a fashion and book lover. She has a knack for keeping up with an intense skincare routine, following a zero waste lifestyle, and drinking more coffee than she probably should.
HER PINTEREST!
HER HOUSE!
HER TINDER!
HER STATS!
BASICS
FULL NAME: chloe sonya nwokobia
NICKNAME: none!
GENDER: cis woman, she/her pronouns
DATE OF BIRTH: june 24, 1991
AGE: 31
BIRTH PLACE: alexandria, virginia
HOMETOWN: berkeley, california
OCCUPATION: employee at the vinyl hub
RELIGION: agnostic
ETHNICITY: nigerian and russian
LOCATION: merrock, maine
HOUSING: lives in a brownstone in the historical downtown district
RELATIONSHIPS
PARENTS
FATHER: daniel nwokobia
MOTHER: lynne zadorov
SIBLINGS
BROTHER: henry nwokobia
CHILDREN: none
OTHER FAMILY: a few cousins
PETS: none, but wants to adopt a bunny.
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: bisexual, questioning lesbian
ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: biromantic
RELATIONSHIP STATUS: single
CURRENT PARTNER: none
PAST PARTNERS: barry
PERSONALITY
POSITIVE TRAITS: assertive, sensitive, intuitive, observant, imaginative, adventurous, dynamic, determined, flirtatious, outgoing, protective, passionate, punctual, adaptive, charismatic, energetic, loyal, self-reliant, resourceful, hard-working, team player, athletic, artistic, bold.
NEGATIVE TRAITS: emotional, jealous, irresponsible, talkative, cheeky, fiercely independent, bottles everything in, secretive, impulsive, foolish, moody, unpredictable, stubborn, vengeful, competitive, hard on herself, desperately afraid of failure, indecisive, doesn’t deal with conflict well, over-works herself, easily distracted.
THINK OF: phoebe buffay (friends), sutton brady (the bold type), zoey johnson (grownish + blackish)
FAVORITE MOVIE: breakfast at tiffany’s, 10 things i hate about you
FAVORITE SONG: fast car by tracy champman
FAVORITE EMOJI: 🥺
FAVORITE ANIMAL: penguins  
FAVORITE PERSON: her brother, henry
FAVORITE HOBBIES: listening to vinyl, painting her nails, watching makeup tutorials, taking twenty minutes everyday to journal, playing words with friends, reading before she goes to sleep.
LIKES: avocados, uber, spending time with friends, reality tv shows, chinese food, kisses, traveling, people watching, midnight grocery runs, sewing, cheerleading, autumn days, internet memes, bubble baths, french fries, buzzfeed quizzes, trivia, scented candles, singing in the shower, starbucks, ice cream, doritos, cardigans, reading in a bubble bath, hockey games, live music, hot cheetos, parties, garlic bread, dark chocolate, indie films, breakfast food, practicing makeup, long baths, stevie wonder, huge dogs, christmas, karaoke nights, dr. pepper, astrology, cartoons, music festivals, intersectional feminism, nights alone, halloween, horror movies, face masks, bagels, anything banana-flavored, bean bag chairs, puzzles, learning new things, apple juice, fun phone cases, the smell of oranges, animals, debates, intellectual conversations, pimple popping videos, stand mixers, body pillows, weighted blankets, politically correct jokes, documentaries, being outside, flipping the pillow to the cold side, tattoos, collecting things, dancing in the rain, making sand castles, eating peaches like apples, 90′s rap, babies, rice krispies treats, plush toys, baking, late nights, hamsters, international travel, subtitles in movies, winning an argument, feeling needed, the feel of a good sweater, stand-up comedy, red starbursts, photobooths, early morning dance classes, sushi, road trips, deep conversations with strangers, snow angels, bubblegum flavored anything, bralettes, butterflies, stargazing, chocolate chip cookies, catchy songs, getting people worked up.
DISLIKES: loud eaters, hangovers, being nagged, being lied to, being ignored, assholes, being alone, the kardashians, animal cruelty, diet sodas, wasting food, “adulting” (taxes, seeing lawyers, etc.), flip flops, cheesecake, her father, pistachios, beer, preachy vegans, narrow-minded people, eating carrots, having to ask for help, soggy bread, brain freeze, car sex, doing laundry, cardboard, saran wrap, drinking anything besides coffee or tea out of mugs, christmas without snow, extreme conservatives, stigmas against pit bulls, sprained ankles, forgetting names, cheesy pickup lines, eating in bed, the morning after, the youtube comment section, chipped nail polish, burnt toast, pineapple, thunder, feeling bored, being told she can’t do something, people getting too up in her space, anyone hurting anyone she loves, talking on the phone for hours, staying still.
FUN FACTS ABOUT HER
She loves candles and burns one every night before she goes to bed. She has to set a reminder to blow them out or she’s afraid she’s going to burn her place down by accident.
She’s never driven in her life and doesn’t have her license. She’s only really lived in cities that have transportation systems, so she’s never had the need to get one.
She enjoys working out and playing sports, but she won’t play tennis ever again after fracturing her wrist when she was fifteen.
She wears contacts because her eyesight is awful. She’s a candidate for Lasik eye surgery, but she’s afraid of being awake during the procedure and having something so close to her eyes so she’ll just deal with wearing contacts or glasses.
She loves having her nails done, and you’ll rarely ever see her without nail polish on her nails. long or short, gel or acrylic, round or square – it doesn’t matter to her as long as they look good.  
Chloe is spontaneous. She’s fierce, and she’s outgoing. She’s the type of person to be best friends with someone after one conversation. It’s very easy for her to trust people, but if they lose it for some reason, it’s insanely hard to get back. She’s very reliable; when she says she’ll be there, she’ll be there.
While she loves social media, she’s a terrible texter – often either forgetting to text back or otherwise taking ages to do so. She doesn’t like emojis much but will use them sparingly. She hates chatspeak.
She cleans when she’s stressed; but, there isn’t ever much mess to take care of. She is very keen on keeping her place clean and tidy as best she can. Being so frequently busy, though, it does sometimes get (by her standards) out of control. It’s never for long, though, and she’s quick to put everything back in its place.
She collects mugs. These don’t correlate with her choice of design aesthetic for her kitchen and Brownstone, but she has a bit of an addiction to them. They range from classy to kitschy. She always got a mug on her birthday from her grandmother.
If she wasn’t into climate and sustainability, she’d definitely be a fashion designer. She loves sketching, sewing, and making garments. A lot of the clothes she wears are actually made by herself. She tries to not shop fast fashion and wants to wear clothes that are sustainable and eco-friendly. She wants to get back into fashion sometime and enroll in a class, but enjoys where she is at right now. Perhaps now that she’s in Merrock, she’ll see if the community college offers any fashion courses.
Chloe has a very extensive skincare routine; as someone who loves beauty and playing with makeup, she puts great stock in her appearance and strives to have well-behaving skin.
She loves wrapping gifts. She takes great care in making sure her gifts look nice, because the presentation is just as important as what’s inside. She keeps a small stock of wrapping papers, gift bags, ribbon, and tags so that she can mix and match appropriately depending on the person. while birthdays are her favorite thing to do gifts for, the process of wrapping presents is her favorite part of Christmas.
She drinks coffee in the mornings. She’ll drink it during the earlier hours of the day as it helps her wake up. In the afternoon and evening, she’ll make a cup of tea as it helps calms her and puts her in a more relaxed mood.
Her grandfather used to restore old gumball machines and he would let Chloe sit at his work bench and help. He would give her little jobs and let her use his tools and paints to make her own ‘creations’.
PLOTTING FOR CHLOE!
An approximate timeline for Chloe!
From birth to age 8: Alexandria, Virginia
From age 8 to 18: Berkeley, California
From 18 to 22: Ithaca, New York - attended Cornell University
From 22 to 31: Manhattan, New York
From 31 to present: Merrock, Maine
Chloe is fairly new to Merrock, having only been here for a few months because of a job opportunity that she couldn’t turn down. She’s originally from Berkeley although she’d been living in New York City for the past few years before moving. As a result, almost everyone she meets in the windy city would be fairly new to her. Chloe doesn’t have trouble making new friends. She seems fairly high-strung and tightly wound, but most of that is from the pressure she’s put herself related directly to making her family proud and feeling like she wasn’t worthy of her fiance who was from a far more influential family than she was. She has a deep-seated need to succeed and she can get too wrapped up in that.
Once you get past that initial opinion of her, she’s actually a very warm person. She’s very friendly, the type to offer a stranger a compliment in the grocery store for no reason and really enjoys the process of getting to know people. She likes collecting friends although she’s happiest with a group of tight-knit people she can spoil. She takes joy in putting a smile on the faces of the people she cares about and helping them solve any problems they may have. She has a long streak of rationality and she’s empathetic which makes her a very good person to have by your side in a crisis. And to be honest, she loves being the supportive shoulder.
On the other hand, she can be very rigid. She has very strong opinions of people and holds onto snap judgments made until proven otherwise. She can be very single-minded, especially when it comes to the things she feels she needs to do and she can stress herself out about it. She’d really benefit from meeting someone who can counter this and pull her out of her head when she gets too stressed out, although she wouldn’t turn down any type of support system at this point.
Her love life should be fairly open and closed. Chloe was engaged to Barry, a young lawyer currently studying to be a lawyer. She had been with him since graduate school and they were engaged for a little bit before they broke off their engagement. She still loves him (she thinks) but their relationship lacked passion, although she’s attributed that to them being in a long term relationship with each other and both of them trying to kick-start their careers. She’s been openly bisexual since her teen years, so she has experiences with all kinds of people, she doesn’t really have a preference, it’s more about vibing with the person. However, she’s been thinking about how she feels more like herself when she’s with women. She’s been questioning her sexuality and if the reason she broke it off with Barry was because she wanted someone he couldn’t be.
She’s comfortable with the idea of being single now and she's not looking for anything, but she is open to one night stands as long as she can remember their name.
WANTED PLOTS
TROUBLESOME TRIO -These three are always seen with at least one another. You can call them Charlie’s angels, Destiny’s Child, or Phoebe, Rachel, and Monica from Friends. Something that resembles the trio’s of The Bold Type and Someone Great. 
OLD FRIEND - Someone from her past that she reconnects with in Merrock. Maybe they met in college or when she lived in New York City? Or maybe even in high school? Just someone she meets again and they have a past, whether romantic or not, would be very cute and much appreciated!
PARTY BUDDIES - Whenever there’s a night out for fun, they’re together tearing it up. - RYDER
MUSICAL PAL - Whatever the occasion, they’re kicking back and playing some music together. They share playlists and their favorite artists with each other. Plus, they always tag along to concerts with her! - DARRIUS
SELF-CARE FRIEND - They can text each other when they’re in need of a pick-me-up and just indulge in some serious self-care and pampering. - STELLY
MIDNIGHT HOOKUP - They barely know each other’s names and yet when the clock strikes twelve, they’re a text away from hooking up and ditching before dawn.
Other than those, I’m very much open to plotting and brainstorming! 
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awhiskeyriver · 3 years ago
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I have more **VERY IMPORTANT AND URGENT QUESTIONS** that I need you to answer now please and thank you (the weird anons have inspired me)
1) Who is the most likely to pull an all nighter? (For fun and not for fun)
2) Who is the biggest baby when they have a cold?
3) What style of underpants do the MCs in Nightlocks wear?
4) Who still sleeps with a stuffed animal?
5) Who has had a truly embarrassing haircut?
Okay, these are v important questions indeed, lmaoo...you're really making me think here friend, I love it.
Katniss and Peeta are def the most likely to pull an all nighter for fun. They are silly gooses who like to do things like make blanket forts, sneak into the kitchen for late night snacks, stay up chatting and of course spontaneous sexy time, too. For *not fun* probably Gale and Madge. Madge because she over obsesses about quizzes/papers and spends the night before stress cramming and making Gale quiz her (ie: the one scene in the challenge, lol). Gale because he's a procrastinator and remembers at the last minute when he has something big going down the next day.
Katniss is the biggest baby when she has a cold. She gets overly cuddly and climbs into Peeta's lap and when he asks what she needs from the store she asks for the Kleenex with lotion in them with big eyes that he can't say no to. Also for his homemade soup, haha.
Okay question three is very important, very important indeed. Ladies first--Katniss sticks to basic bikini cut unless there's a special occasion, then she does a thong or something to avoid panty lines. She doesn't go for anything *too* fancy, because when money is tight it doesn't get spent on high-end undies so usually it's just from the mix and match section in Target. Madge's favorites are boy shorts and she has them in an array of colors and patterns--blue stripes, pink hearts, yellow polka dots, etc etc. Annie usually goes panty-less...you gotta watch out for the quiet ones.
I think all of the guys vary between wearing boxers and boxer briefs. Gale is definitely firmly in the boxer brief territory. Peeta doesn't mind either, but Katniss likes it better when he wears briefs because they hug his ass and thighs and leave little to the imagination. Finnick has multiple pairs of boxers which are suggestive in a hilariously corny ways, like ones with banana's all over them or something.
Madge has a teddy that she still sleeps with whenever she's alone and needs something to cuddle with or is missing home.
And man oh man, who HASN'T had an embarrassing haircut? Like the time in middle school when Madge insisted on wearing pink and purple "clip-in highlights" in her hair--even on picture day. Her parents still keep the photo front and center despite her protests now. Or when Katniss decided to get "the chop" in high school and instantly regretted it because her curls tightened and she felt like a poodle. It was a bitch to grow back out and now she never goes so short that she can't do a braid.
Gale's was when his mom let the neighbor in cosmetology school shave his head over the summer (clearly he is not over it and does NOT like cutting his hair). Finnick, bless his heart, had a couple bad/awkward cuts when his hair was growing back after chemotherapy.
Honestly though, I don't think Peeta or Annie have ever had bad hair cuts. Those gorgeous curls have always been a blessing for Peeta and Annie has never done anything drastic with her hair--cut or color wise. Only small trims to keep it healthy and always long enough that it could be pulled up into a bun.
Thanks for the questions, babe! Hope you enjoyed the answers :) haha
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SFW Alphabet: Bryan Kneef
A/N: The NSFW Kneef x Reader Alphabet was so much fun that I decided to give the SFW a roll. So here we go... 
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A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?) Bryan is affectionate in his own unique way. When in a relationship, it is PDA all the way, arm wrapped around your shoulder, deep kisses wherever he knows he can get away with. He loves to touch you and wants the world to know that you are his. He also shows his affection by spoiling you with everything your heart desires.
B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?) Over bourbon and a Cubs game on the screen. You impress him with your sports knowledge and one week later, you find yourself with him in box seats at the rubbermatch game between the Cubs and Dodgers.
C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?) He will never ask for cuddles. But he secretly loves when you cuddle on his chest or next to him while he reads aloud.
D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?) His place is immaculate – but not of his own doing. He has hired services to make sure his living space runs like clockwork since his line of work can call for late hours.
E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?) He doesn’t do emotions – he tends to shut down. He would be very blunt and just end it with you. He’d also try to make you hate him, so you break it off.
F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?) To him, marriage is just a piece of paper – another transaction. He can enjoy life with his partner without all the unnecessary drama that comes with planning a wedding. He actually feels sorry for all the sad sacks at the firm who are tied down. But if he were to get married, it would be a simple ceremony, at the courthouse – and he would have an iron clad prenup to protect his assets.
G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?) He is guarded and it takes awhile for him to open up with you. He does not enjoy feeling vulnerable; it is a sign of weakness. As for physically, he tends to steer to the rougher side, but he has moments where he is gentle with you – usually when you are both alone, where no one else can see.
H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?) He generally is not into hugs, but if you’re upset or stressed, he will hug you since he knows you enjoy them.
I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?) As noted above, it takes awhile for him to open up and very few people have been recipients of the L-word. He is actually so unfamiliar with it, that until a mutual friend points it out to him, he doesn’t even realize that he is in love.
J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?) Oh the green-eyed monster gets stirred up easily. If someone tries to make a pass at you, he will go up to you and make it clear that you are taken, usually with an overly passionate kiss. He will also suck marks onto your skin in areas that are noticeable and hard to hide. One summer in particular, at a party at a mutual’s place, you attracted so many, that he dragged you to the bathroom and left an obscene number of marks with his mouth and beard. When you returned to work after that weekend, you had to wear a scarf around your neck for a week.
K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?) Open mouth deep, sweeping kisses, full of passion. All teeth and tongue. He loves to suck on your bottom lip and when you moan into the kiss, it just spurs him on. He loves when you kiss him, and tug on his beard.
L = Little ones (How are they around children?) He has plenty of nieces and nephews that he loves spoiling and that is more than enough. He made sure to get snipped and only shoots blanks.
M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?) Rare – he usually is in the office early or down at court. But on rare days where neither of you have somewhere to go, you just lay in bed in each other’s company, only getting out of bed to refuel, and then you both head straight back to bed.
N = Night (How are nights spent with them?) Dinners and drinks at places where only the titans of Chicago frequent. Lots of dinner parties for work, trying to impress clients and bring in more revenue for the firm. Other nights include sex, sex, and more sex.
O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?) Very guarded/cautious and plays his cards close to the vest. As your relationship with him grows, he becomes more comfortable, and bits and pieces of who he is and why he is the way he is, come to light.
P = Patience (How easily angered are they?) Very little patience and quick to temper. He is feared amongst staff – as well as opposing counsel. He aims to make people feel guilty, so he can get what he wants. You give him a run for his money though, calling him out on his crap. 
Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?) Most relationships are nothing more than a fling, so he doesn’t really retain much on them, as he has already moved on once he has gotten what he has wanted. With you however, it’s different – he makes sure to set reminders in his phone/computer for everything – because you are that important to him.
R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?) There was one particular date night where everything that could have gone wrong, did – and to top it off, you both got caught up in a freak thunderstorm that blew out of nowhere. By the time you made it back to his place, you both looked like drowned rats. After drying off, you settled in for a Netflix double-feature with the fireplace roaring. It was accompanied with a smorgasbord of cheese, crackers, fruit, nuts, and wine. You ended up making love in front of the fireplace, the movie long forgotten.
T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?) Dates are always at the most exclusive of places. Birthdays and anniversaries are often well thought and planned out.
U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?) Being on his own for so long and having a long string of flings, he is not used to cleaning up his beard trimmings in the sink or leaving the seat down. He also has a bad habit of leaving his ties all over the place.
V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?) He knows he’s handsome as hell. And uses that to his advantage.
W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?) When you both had your first real blow up and you were like, “boy bye,” he realized how empty his life was and he did everything in is power to reconcile.
X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.) He is a keen poker player. He enjoys rattling people and uses table banter to get under their skin. One time, one of Bryan’s clients put their company on the line playing poker. The client signed a contract on a napkin, giving up his $30 million company to cover a $3 million bet. Of course, he lost the hand, and Bryan came to the rescue – playing all or nothing and was able to win the company back for the client.
Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?) It’s a must that whomever he is with, takes care of themselves – impeccable dresser, good hygiene, etc. Overly clingy partner. Also not having any goals or ambitions is an instant boner-killer – be interesting.
Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?) He can run on very little sleep, as he is used to it from his law school days. He also sleeps in the nude most of the time – finding most undergarments restricting – not that you are complaining.
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