#but i started wearing earrings since yesterday cuz i found some old earrings in a drawer and it looked fun to wear some again!

[aria0fgold]

Accidentally gave Aly a rude awakening (he was sleeping for nearly the majority of the day) cuz when I took out my earrings, the piercing hole was bleeding and I went: It's bleeding??? in my head which jolted him awake and rushed me to take care of it and figure out the cause (of which I'm unsure bout but from my search I think it's either, my skin being thin/delicate or from skin inflammation caused by friction from the earring). In any case, alcohol has been applied so I'll be good!

[iamrheaspeaks]

per·i·pe·tei·a 1

Erik x OC! (Morrigan)

Word Count: ~1.3k

Bold text: Erik

Regular text: Morrigan

Warnings: None

A/N: Here I am starting something new when I have shit to finish 🤷🏾‍♀️ The inspiration for this came from Season 1 Episode 2 of The Blacklist. The military time format I use is referred to as the Day Time Group (DTG) and the format is as follows DDHHMM(Z*)MONYY which translates into; 2 digit day, time in 24 hour format, military identifier*, 3 digit month code and year. As always lightly proofread/edited. Enjoy! 💋

*: Military identifier is basically like a generalized location marker. I’m using U, which is CA.

Part 2

per·i·pe·tei·a /ˌperəpəˈtēyə, ˌperəpəˈtīə/ noun: a sudden reversal of fortune or change in circumstances

Erik

060900UJUN

I think that she knows. I’m not absolutely sure yet but she definitely knows something. Everything about her has been withdrawn lately. Normally our eyes meet in the mirror when I walk into the bathroom and she’s brushing her teeth. For the past couple of days she’s been doing everything in the shower. She froze when my hand grazed hers yesterday, I don’t think I’ve ever seen her retract it so quickly. We both reached for an apple out the fruit basket at the same time. Our kiss goodbye this morning was…forced and dry. She definitely knows.

Morrigan

June 6 6:30pm

I’m in my car in contemplating going home. Everything about the man I married is starting to feel more and more like either a mystery or a lie. I’ve been walking around on eggshells for days. And to think that, that stupid kiss this morning gave me away. I haven’t even begun to fully process this shit. But I know better than to tell anyone or ask for actual help. That much I do know. Who is this man that I call husband?

070900UJUN

Once it hit 22:00 and she still hadn’t made the effort to come home that was all the confirmation I needed. Since it didn’t seem like she’d be returning for the night I started to initiate my burn protocol. It wasn’t until I removed the wooden box I had hidden under the floorboard in the mudroom that I realized how bad it was. How much she knew. She probably doesn’t even realize she left it but I noticed it. I’m trained to. Blood on the box smeared right underneath the latch. She said she cut her palm slicing strawberries. The GPS tracker I had installed in her watch told me exactly where she was so there was no need to go find her. She’d have questions and when she was ready…she’d ask them. I spent the rest of the day trying to pinpoint how I missed it? When did she find it? How long has she known?

June 7 3:00pm

I was not myself at work and everyone noticed. I’m normally the one to volunteer to work the front desk because on days when it’s dead it gets the most traffic. Today I was in the common kitchen with the TV off just sitting in one of the chairs. I didn’t even realize Claire was in there until she dropped her teacup. It shattered on impact just like mine did the day I found the wooden box underneath the floorboards. The good thing about working in Human Services was how big on mental health they were. As soon as my boss noticed how withdrawn I was she let me take the rest of the day off. All the ‘people we serve’, that’s what we have to call them, were out with their families for the day so we pretty much just all sat there waiting for the phone to ring and staring at each other. I stopped by the diner before going home, I don’t really know why. The waitress kept trying to make me order my usual pancake special because I ‘looked like I could eat’. I could eat if I wasn’t wrapped in my thoughts about returning to the one place I should feel safe.

071700UJUN

I’m sitting in the living room on this damn blue couch I hate just waiting. Statement piece my ass. I cleared off the coffee table so now all that was on it is my wooden box, the lid flipped up with all its contents laid out. Closing my eyes and taking a deep breathe in as I finally picked up on the sound of her key turning in the lock. She’d been sitting in the car for 15 minutes. Nothing good was going to come out of this but this job was starting to change me. —

When Morrigan finally stepped into the house she was on high alert but tried not to show it. Morrigan knew Erik was home because his car was in the driveway and the living room light was on. Setting down her keys and work badge she stepped out of her shoes and hang her jacket on the coat hook before advancing. Heat shot through Morrigan’s body as the sound of her heart beating started to burn in her ears. Morrigan’s russet colored eyes set on the scene before her. Upon approaching the entryway that wooden box was staring back from the coffee table.  Open with all its contents laid out. 7 Passports, at least 8 various forms of currency, Driver’s Licenses from every state they’ve visited in the last 2 years, 3 flash drives and a 357 Magnum with ammo. By time she finally laid eyes on Erik he was already looking at her. He was no doubt gauging Morrigan’s reaction this whole time. Waiting for a sign.

“Welcome home! How’s Tracy?”

Morrigan swallowed hard at the mention of her friend’s name. He smirked as he continued to rattle off names of people that frequented all the places she’d been recently. Growing more confused. The tone Erik spoke with was very off-putting. The universal signifier of ‘I know something you don’t know’. Hauntingly calm. Morrigan grabbed her arms; rubbing her thumbs over her shoulders as she lightly shook from the chill it gave her. He noticed it all. “Hasn’t felt like home for awhile now.”

“You wanna know what gave you away?” He questioned, leaning forward elbows rested on knees. He turned his head in her direction before cocking an eyebrow. Silently demanding a verbal response.

Fingering her plump bottom lip, “It was the kiss.” If a kiss were what you’d actually call it. Compared to how it normally was that kiss was the equivalent to the forced cheek peck a teenager gives their mom with one foot out the door. Morrigan couldn’t wait to get away from him. Just like right now.

“Good girl. What else you find?”

“Nothing, really.”

“That’s kinda funny cuz somethin’s missin’.”

“Trust? Honesty? Transparency?”

“Where’s the flash drive Morrigan?”

“They’re right there, Erik.”

Erik crashed his fists into the coffee table causing some of the items to flip about and topple to the floor. A part of him had grown fond of having Morrigan around. That was the only thing keeping Erik from going full-blown Killmonger. He bore his teeth like an animal, nostrils flaring as he asked one more time for the item in question.

“Oh! You mean this?” Morrigan questioned as she as she pulled the flash drive from inside her bra. Before tossing it over the table right into his lap sitting in the chair across from Erik and mirroring his posture. Legs spread, elbows rested on knees with head cocked to the side. While Morrigan wore a giant smile as Erik stared back with a look of confusion. He couldn’t figure out for the life of him what she was smiling about.

“So tell me, Erik. Why me?”

“The shoes. That’s the day I knew I had you. I left them at your old place while I was away. I came back for them but you’d already left for work. When I grabbed them I noticed that you had drawn a heart in the dust that settled on them.”

“The fact that you never mentioned it is how we knew I got you.”

“We?”

“Don’t worry N’Jadaka. Everyone has a weakness.” Morrigan offered as she sat back relaxing in the chair crossing her legs still wearing that smile. Finally the fun begins Morrigan thought to herself, waiting for Erik to make his move.

A/N: Questions, comments, theories, and anger welcome 😈

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[aggresivelyfriendly]

~Meet Me In The Hallway~ huge thanks to @emulateharry for the beta!! Chapter One-Terminal 

That was all I wanted to do. I just needed to pass through. That was the whole fucking point of a hallway, right? To get from point A to point B? It didn’t have to be damn metaphor for being stuck, being unable to move on.

 I was there, and I wanted to be, now I’m not and I can’t move to the next place, so I wait in a long lonely corridor and wish for yesterday.

Yesterday and Tuesday are gone with the wind though. And I was glad of it. It had been years since I’d seen his face, and frankly, that was better for me. It’s how I had gotten better. I’d even managed to avoid nearly anything and everything about him. That was easier out here. The east knew his name, but it was not the brightest nor the biggest.

It was almost like when we started. His star was ascending, but his name didn’t come with a trademark quite yet.

I’d toured with his openers, someone’s little sister cum make up artist. But I was actually good, and I didn’t mind being around a bunch of gross boys either. That was what I’d grown up with, and so my brother and his band and the biggest band, idiots all, brought me right in. Gave me a spot, a job, a family, a goddamn complex with all of their teasing.

Except for him, Harry. He had not immediately seen me as one of the boys, despite the jeans I hadn’t washed in many many moons, and the vans someone had puked on, and the t shirt I’d found on the floor of the bus between stops. I expected to be one of the boys, but he made me feel like the only girl.

It started in a hallway, but of course. I’d gotten kicked out, well, shoved out, by a groupie with a killer bod and a rep for head. The sock was on the door and I knew the rules. It was late, everyone was drunk, and I was homeless.

I sat down in the hallways and laid my head upon my knees and hoped I’d had enough beer to put me right to sleep. I had not.

I sat and played music, as loud as I dared, to drown out the sound of my brother getting off. Gross. But so fucking familiar. He was just old enough to be in charge of me and young enough to know better but not care. And we were close enough in age that it wasn’t that weird. Except it was always my friends. Let me tell you, the last thing you want to hear is your best mate screaming your brother’s name.

But the girl in the hotel room was far away from my mate, she’d looked at me like she couldn’t figure out where the fuck I came from and what I was doing hanging with baby rockstars.

“Who’s she?” She’d asked like I wasn’t able to hear as my brother pulled her into the room.

“My little sister.”

“Oh,” had been her disinterested reply as I’d been dumped in the hallway. Lovely.

It was an auspicious start. I should have known with a beginning like that, an end was inevitable.

Something started that night in the corridor. I think it all started for me that night. After our first hallway rendezvous, I gave Harry years of my life. Always meeting him in the hallway, sneaking into his sheets, and trying to work it out. It ended in a hallway too. He left me and I stood there hoping we could work it out for too long, years maybe. But then, I walked away, and I got better. Seeing him here, tonight, another sparse but posh place that wasn’t, felt like I’d walked into a time machine. Like I’d just left his bedroom. His hair was short, like it had been when I fell for him. I thought I had gotten up, but I know now I was still on the floor.

I watched him, his back was to me, but I could tell by the loop of his stride, the set of his shoulder, the occasional smack of his gum, that it was him. He has yet to see me. If he did he must have been disinterested. Apathy is the worst, I hate it more that hate.

Harry had never shown disinterest in me, though I guess he wasn’t interested right away, polite and kind I’d say. But busy and charming and rolling in girls. So, imagine my surprise when he fell for me. Though it would be lie to say I didn’t fall first.

“Hey,” I looked up at the voice while I sat wishing for my ear phones that first leg of tour. He was all mussed curls and bare torso dotted with nonsensical ink.

“Hey, Sorry, was the music too loud?” I picked up my phone and notched it down.

“Nah, I heard you get the boot. I waited to hear another door, then heard the music. Figured you could use a refuge.”

I smiled brilliantly at him. I’d had a crush from the first time I’d met him that had only grown in magnitude as I watched him navigate around the first arena we rocked up to. He was in a muscle t, riding a Segway, and later, I watched him when he wrestled and sloshed beer with the other rowdy boys, the same shirt had got stretched and see through and he’d caught me trying to read the words at his hip. He’d quirked a brow.

“What’s it say?” I’d asked.

“‘Might as well.’” He quoted

“Just fuck?” I finished and slapped my hands over my mouth. But he sneezed or laughed and wheezed before being pulled back into the joyful altercation.

I could definitely read the lyrics the night he invited me in. I’d say to his hotel room, but I got into so much more than that. His good graces, maybe then his good books, and at one point, I’d thought his heart.

He’d set me up with a beer and a controller and we’d played xbox until ridiculously late.

“You’re really good,” he bemoaned after I’d beaten him for the 14th time.

“Yeah,” I shrugged and tossed some more crisps into my mouth. “Boys play on the bus. There’s not much else to do. What aren’t you better?”

“I sleep a lot.”

“On the bus?” I pointed at the tv as I selected another round.

He nodded his delight and we started in again. “Pretty much anywhere I can. Our schedule is crazy. We’re always on planes, and I hate sleeping there. So, I sleep on the bus and whenever I can—”

“Why aren’t you asleep now?”

“Another part of the merry go round, I can’t sleep after shows for a while. I’m all wound up, so then I’m tired the next day, but we are often on a plane, where I can’t sleep, so I—”

“Sleep where you can when you. So you miss out on fifa?”

“Pretty much,” he dimples at me and I felt so happy he had opened his door.

We played for a while longer, until I caught him yawning and called him out for it. “Tired? Ready for bed?”

He looked sheepish, “Yeah, should sleep, Sorry.”

“No,” I got up and grabbed my trash, “I’ll go, just let me see if the damn sock is gone,”

I’d just gotten a glimpse that the sock was still very present on the door across the hall when he pulled me back. “No, you can crash here. I just meant I needed to lay down.”

“Mkay, I’m not to proud for the couch. Looks like it’s there or the floor out there,” I gestured. I kept talking, I couldn’t seem to stop my mouth. “This is a nice hotel, but the floor is still pretty grotty.”

He scratched the back of his neck and I catalogued the new tattoos the move revealed to me. I could see no relation between pieces or how they’d fit into a sleeve. Maybe after a few more nights of video games I’d get really brave and ask him.

He must have felt braver than me, “no, um….this isn’t a come on, k?”

He paused for my reaction but my 3 am brain was sluggish and I just stared until he continued.

“I figured you could sleep with me, just to sleep. I like a body next to me, but…” he trailed off and stared at his feet. The toe of his right sock had a hole near his big toe, I could see why, his nail needed a clip.

“But?” I prompted.

“I can’t sleep with the girls I hook up with, because who knows who will find out, and I can’t handle another segment on tmz. I’ve watched you around. You’re not a big talker. You listen a lot. I like that.” He smiled a little and I returned it.

“You listen a lot too,” I commented. “You pretend to be life of the party, but I catch you hovering round the edges all the time.”

He stubbed his foot down, “I like being around people, just gets tiring to be on all the time.”

“You can turn off with me.” I meant it and caught his hand as I said it.

“I know,” he said. “I can tell. Know you know some dirty shit about all of us, never hear about it from you. Think I can trust you. Not gonna have to confiscate your phone.”

“Well good luck there, babe, not relinquishing my phone. Only line I have home while I’m out trying to keep up with you ragamuffins and keep my stupid brother alive.”

He laughed and then yawned.

“Bed,?” I suggested.

“Bed.” He pulled me behind him. “You can have a shirt if you want?”

“No, I can sleep in this.” I went around him to the unpopulated side of the fluffy white bed and sat down to pull off my shoes and socks before I slid in under the covers.

“Not in the jeans,” he shook his head, “that’s so uncomfortable. I’m sleeping in my pants.”

“Feel free, your bed and all, but your ploy to see me in my knickers is going unmet, Styles,” my laugh was an attempt to cover my nerves. “cant, cuz im not wearing any.” I laughed.

“You’re not wearing any what? Any knickers?” He blushed.

“Nope, had to rush out this morning. Sans pantaloons I’m afraid.” I’d arranged myself under the blankets and was trying to look cool as a cucumber while he’d fish faced across from me.

Finally, he about faced on his heel and I wondered where he got to. He returned with a fresh pair of boxer briefs. “You still can’t sleep in jeans, be right un comfy, an I don’t want them rubbing on my legs.”

I don’t know where it came from, but I took the pants and met him cheek for cheek by standing and sliding my jeans down my legs and slipping his blue shorts over my hips.

“You’re gonna catch flies,” I quipped and slid back beneath the overs and shut the light.

And that was how I came to sleep with Harry Styles in his underwear most nights for years.

[likexporcelain]

A Crack in Everything (Chapter 7/8) - Jonerys

Summary: Six years after their high school romance ended in emotional ruin, Daenerys Targaryen runs into Jon Snow by chance on Valentine's Day, forcing old memories to resurface. This sudden reunion could be cathartic, but it could also deepen the cracks already in their hearts. The question Daenerys grapples with is, will this all be worth it in the end?

Rating: Explicit

First 7 chapters up on Ao3 -- find more tags/warnings/notes there

The paper where my fingers pinched the check became damp with sweat despite the chilly room temperature. A tear had slipped from my cheek to land on the memo line where Robb had scribbled “Take care of yourself cuz.” I couldn't even allow myself a chuckle at the irony. I lowered the checks back into the kitchen drawer and pushed it shut. When my water glass was empty, I set it by the sink and padded across the hall to the bathroom, larger than mine but more old fashioned with tile instead of linoleum floors, a porcelain pedestal sink instead of a cheap plywood vanity, and a rusted claw-foot tub surrounded by a blue shower curtain instead of a skinny shower stall with a glass door. A little window above the toilet gave the room some morning light. I peed, then washed my hands and looked for mouth wash or maybe even an unopened toothbrush.

In the medicine cabinet, the first thing I saw were pill bottles. Lots of them. I couldn't help myself. I turned the bottles one by one so I could see each label. Heavy duty pain killers, not yet finished, but the bottles hadn't been refilled in months. An empty bottle of antibiotics. Klonopin, unfinished, recently refilled.

“Hey.”

With a start, I flipped around. Jon stood in the doorway in only his boxers, rubbing an eye with the back of his hand.

“Hi,” I replied softly. “Sorry. I was snooping a little.”

“It's okay.” He stepped into the bathroom and put his arms around me. I returned the embrace with my cheek against his shoulder, breathing in his stale morning scent like it was a newly bloomed rose.

“We take the same anxiety meds.”

He chuckled against my hair. “It's almost like we're related or something.”

Leaning back, I gave him a pointed look, though my mouth was smiling. “So we're making jokes about it now? I suppose that's progress.”

“Sorry.”

“Don't be.” I pulled Jon close again, hands splayed across his back. “We should be able to talk about it with each other. I don't like it, but I don't want to pretend with you either. We can't change who we are.”

My face turned warm as I stood against him, feeling my eyes begin to water again. His hand smoothed down my hair behind my head in slow strokes.

“What are you thinking about?”

“My family.” I sniffled, but that couldn't keep the first tear from falling. “My mom. My dad. Rhaegar. Do you think he really loved your mother?”

A stretch of silence was Jon's response and I wanted to take back the question. I leaned back against the sink and brought my arms around myself instead, but Jon's hand never left my hair, sliding down to twist the ends around his fingers.

“I don't know,” he eventually said. “I don't think my mom would have loved someone who didn't deserve it, though.”

“I hope you're right. I know he did bad things, but I don't want to believe he was a bad person. He must have been a little bit good, right?”

Jon nodded, but seemed unsure. I suppose we'd never be sure.

To break the solemn mood I'd started the day off with, I offered a small smile and said “I found your money drawer.”

His cheeks pinked as his head shook. “Robb. . . worries about me. And you know, in the Stark family, when you worry about someone, you send them money. He doesn't like me living on my own.”

“Has it been hard?”

“No. It's been nice being alone actually. Too nice. I think I want to be done with that now.”

Stepping forward, I brought my mouth to his, but before our lips could touch, I leaned back. “Do you have an extra toothbrush?”

He left the bathroom and managed to bring me back a brand new one, still in the package, from the closet of the tiny bedroom. We brushed our teeth side by side, and as mundane as the act was, it felt oddly intimate. A glimpse into what life would be like if I finally got to live with Jon Snow. Then we showered together – just showering, aside from the occasional open-mouthed kiss under the spray of water. I turned my back to Jon and he washed my hair. I wondered how long it would take to grow to the length it was in high school. Jon wouldn't say it, but I knew he preferred it long, and so did I.

After toweling off and throwing on a t-shirt and track pants, Jon told me he was going downstairs to smoke. I nodded and kissed him before he went, then began to dress myself, putting on my same khaki pants from yesterday but stealing one of Jon's black hoodies instead of wearing my Martell's yellow polo shirt. I had work again at noon, but I made the executive decision to call in sick. I wasn't sure if Daario believed me or not on the phone, but I didn't really care. Normally, fake-calling in sick would have given me a panic attack, but this time I was as calm as could be, because I knew that once I hung up, I would get to spend the rest of the day, and night, with Jon.

After sliding my phone into my pocket and slipping on my sneakers, I decided to get some air myself and left the apartment, heading down the stairs and through the secondary front door that lead out to the stoop in front of the building. Jon was sitting at the top of the steps, flicking ashes into a Folgers can. When I shut the door behind me, he turned and offered me a smile.

“You're so beautiful,” he told me as I sat down beside him. My arm went around his and I rested my cheek on the curve of his shoulder.

“Hush.”

After Jon put out his cigarette, we remained on the stoop, sitting together in comfortable silence. A man in pajamas was walking his dog across the street. A couple of joggers were on their way toward the nearest path to the beach. Light Sunday morning traffic interrupted the songs of birds perched in trees along the sidewalk. A few minutes went by before Jon said “I've been thinking about something.”

“That's a good sign,” I gently teased.

“I've been thinking that we should get married. If we get married, I can transfer my G. I. Bill to you and you can go back to school for free.”

And that was how Jon Snow proposed to me. Sitting on the steps outside his apartment, eyes watching the world in front of us with his hand holding mine. I lifted my head and blinked at him, wondering if he had taken some of those pain pills without me noticing, but he looked calm and when he turned to me, his eyes were clear and unwavering.

“Jon. . .” My heart did a flip in my chest. “I don't need you to pay for me to go to school. That's not what I want. I don't want anything from you except you.”

“If we're going to be together, you're going to get things from me, Daenerys. That's just how it works.”

“I don't have anything to give you.”

“That's a joke, right?” He leaned in and pressed a kiss to my temple. “When you're making bank as a world famous whatever it is you want to be, I'll finally get to fulfill my lifelong dream of being the world's sexiest domesticated househusband.”

I snorted a laugh, grinning ear to ear.

“Besides,” Jon continued, voice turning serious again, “I wouldn't be paying for it. The Army would be paying for it. I almost died for those assholes. I had to watch friends die for them, and watch them die all over again almost every fucking night while I sleep. The least they can do is pay for you to go to school. You were always supposed to go to school.”

I slid my hand out of his so that I could put my arm around his back. “That money is supposed to be for you, Jon. You deserve it more than I do.”

“That's not true. And either way, I'm not going to college. I don't want to go to college. I never did.” A corner of his mouth lifted as he said “I'm an Assistant Team Leader at Whole Foods. Full-time. Twenty whole dollars an hour. I've got a 401k account and health insurance. Not to brag or anything, but I'm doing alright for myself, even without a degree. . . If you don't want to marry me, though, I would understand.”

“I've wanted to marry you since high school,” I said softly. “We can't, though. We never can. It. . . It isn't legal.”

“Who would know?”

“Your uncle. Robb. Whoever else they told. Sam, if you told him.”

“They would never tell anyone. And I never told Sam. I never told anyone. Not even those psychiatrists I had to see while I was in the hospital.”

“What about the DNA test?” I asked, my voice barely audible.

* * * * *

I hadn't even known about a DNA test until days after that evening at the Stark residence. It was a Saturday and I had spent the whole morning pacing around my apartment, trying to find anything I could sell that would earn me some decent money. Unfortunately, the only thing I owned of real value was my laptop, which I needed to complete my final class projects and also as a method of finding quick jobs. I had posted ads for everything from babysitting to dog walking to house cleaning. Anything that would give me an immediate paycheck.

There was a knock on my door and it startled me because no one ever knocked on my door unless I was expecting a maintenance guy. Of course, I usually scheduled those visits for when I wouldn't be home, leaving a key under the 'Welcome' mat, preferring the possibility of being robbed to the possibility of something worse happening while alone in my apartment with a stranger. When I opened the door, however, it wasn't a middle aged man standing in the hallway. It was Jon.

This was the first time I'd seen him since we sat at Ned Stark's table. He hadn't been at school and I knew it was because he didn't want to see me. Despite my nerves, I had asked Sam if he'd heard from Jon, worrying beyond worry that Jon had told his friend what had happened.

“Some sort of family crisis,” Sam had replied, and his expression suggested that he wasn't lying for my benefit. “He didn't really elaborate, but I don't think he's coming back. I'm surprised he didn't tell you.”

“I think that we broke up,” I replied before quickly leaving the conversation to find a private place to cry.

Family emergency indeed. It was emergent that he stay away from me, his family member, less he be reminded of all the things we had done together – all those things once viewed as signs of affection between young lovers, now warped into something sinister and taboo. Our relationship was now a character flaw. I was the perverted aunt, and he the molested nephew. Did it not matter that we were ignorant? Were we not redeemable? Was I a monster for loving him still, for wanting to be with him regardless? Was my attraction to him romantically and physically supposed to vanquish just like that? Apparently, his had.

But then he came to my door that Saturday and he looked sad and nervous and like he hadn't slept in days, and the optimistic part of me wondered if he had come to apologize and take me in his arms, to tell me it was okay and that we would figure this out together.

The first words out of his mouth after I let him inside, though, were “Apparently my uncle had a DNA test done just after I was born.”

I wasn't sure what I was supposed to say in response to that, so I replied with a change of subject. “You haven't been at school.”

“No, I'm taking all of my finals independently. My uncle set it up. I've decided to actually try, though, so I'm pretty sure I'll be able to graduate at least. Which is good, because you have to have a high school diploma to enlist in the Army.”

“What?”

“I'm going to join the Army. As soon as I have my diploma.”

I had been so shocked I barely understood the words the first time he spoke them, but after the second time, it felt like the room was spinning. This was the opposite of what I had planned for us. We were supposed to stay together. Me at Caltech, him working or starting at a city college, us spending every weekend together until we could afford to get a nice apartment of our own. I knew that Jon was horrified by what we'd learned the other day, but I hadn't thought he was so disgusted by me that he needed to join an organization that would take him to another side of the planet for however many years.

“Don't,” was all my voice could get out.

“I have to.”

“No, you don't.”

“I do, Daenerys. I can't be here anymore. I need to be somewhere else, away from everyone.”

“Away from me.”

I wanted him to say no, even if it was a lie, but Jon had never lied to me. “Yes,” he confirmed.

Quickly, I turned around, hand covering my mouth as tears began to fall. That was when I realized that this would be the last time I'd ever see Jon. I had fallen in love, and now it was ending. I thought back to that popular saying about how experiencing a true love was worth all the pain. In that moment, I disagreed. I wished I had never met Jon. Because now I was ruined, doomed to love a man who couldn't even stand to live on the same continent as me.

Facing the wall, I said “You don't have to go. You hate me now, and that's okay. I won't call you or text you, and if I ever see you I'll turn and walk the other way. You don't have to go.”

“I'm not leaving because I hate you. I'm leaving because I love you.”

Maybe the words should have eased my suffering, but they didn't. They made me confused and angry on top of all the sad. I turned to face him and met his eyes. They were red like mine, but he was doing a better job of keeping in his tears.

“If you love me, then stay. Stay with me.”

“Stay?” he asked. “Didn't you hear me? There's a DNA test. We're related. You're my aunt, Daenerys. My fucking aunt.”

“It doesn't matter!”

“How can it not fucking matter?!”

It was the first and only time I'd ever heard him yell, and it was to yell at me. I felt my body wilting, dying. Jon turned away from me this time, wiping at his face where his emotions had finally won over.

“Why did you even come here?” I asked, voice turning dull and quiet. “To hurt me?”

It took him a few moments to turn back to me. When he did, his hand slid from his pocket and out with it, came an envelope. I knew what it was the second the white paper came into view, but I decided to give Jon the benefit of the doubt, one last time. Maybe it wasn't what I knew it was. So, I let him hand it to me. But when I lifted the flap and pulled out the slip of paper inside, it may as well have been a Polaroid of him fucking another girl, because I felt just as betrayed, staring at a replica of the check I had refused to take from Robb. Just imagining the conversation that must have taken place after I left that evening made me sick to my stomach. Jon, Robb and Ned all sitting around the table discussing the sad case of Daenerys Targaryen – the pathetic little girl accidentally fucked her nephew if you can believe that, and now she's going to be homeless if we don't throw her a few bucks.

A tear slid from the apple of my cheek to stain a wet circle over the “five” in five-thousand just before I tore it up into little pieces. I heard Jon groan, no doubt thinking of how he would have to ask Ned for a fresh check.

“Daenerys, please,” he tried, exasperated, but I was done listening to him.

“Get the fuck out of here,” I told him, the little paper pieces falling from my hands to the carpet like confetti.

“Daenerys.” He took a step closer to me.

“I said, get the fuck out!” I demanded, shoving him away from me. “I don't want your fucking money! Get out of my apartment and don't come back! You're a fucking piece of shit like everyone else! All I wanted was you and you give me money! You said you needed me! You're a fucking liar!”

“I didn't lie. I do need you,” he said quickly, as I shoved him closer to the door. “That's why I have to go. I need to figure out how to stop needing you, Daenerys. I love you.”

“Well, I hate you!” I turned to my bed to where my Harvard sweatshirt was laid out, picked it up and shoved it against Jon's chest while I pushed him the rest of the way to the door. “You can have this back, too. You don't want me. Harvard doesn't want me. You can both fucking rot.”

I pulled the door open, and pushed Jon out of it.

“Daenerys --” he tried once more.

I interrupted him, shouting “Eat shit and die!” before slamming the door in his face. I fell to my knees, sobbing into my hands as quietly as I could, which wasn't quiet at all. “I hate you, I hate you, I hate you,” I whispered while I cried, but I wasn't saying it to Jon anymore. I was saying it to myself.

* * * * *

“There would be, like, a paper trail, or whatever, right?” I asked. “If there was a DNA test then that means that some lab somewhere has a record of analyzing our DNA.”

Jon shook his head. “Ned had it done discreetly. No names. Just samples. Mine and your brother's.”

While I was curious to know how Ned Stark had attained Rhaegar's DNA, it wasn't important enough to me to ask. Instead, I said “Ned would never let you marry me. He would tell someone if it meant keeping you away from me.”

“I'll talk to him.”

I laughed, genuine. “Remember what happened the last time you told me you'd talk to Ned?”

Smiling a bit bashfully, Jon nodded.

“We don't have to get married. We can still be together forever without getting married. I promise I'll go back to school. A state school and I'll apply for scholarships and aid.”

“My mom never got to marry the person she loved,” Jon then said. “I don't want us to be like them. I want us to be better. We deserve better. We never hurt anyone. My uncle will see that. I know he will.”

I wasn't sure why, after everything, but I believed him.

But then, like a divine intervention sent to destroy me once again, a black Lincoln pulled up in front of the building, causing Jon to mutter “This isn't good.”

When a man with a face I recognized, though older now, emerged from the driver's side door, I felt like I did sitting at that dining room table six years ago, like everything was about to come to an end. Jon stood and so did I, reflexively separating myself from my boyfriend – fiancee? – and shoving my hands into my hoodie pockets. Robb stopped at the bottom of the steps and looked up at his cousin, then at me. Even with surprise evident in his eyes and mouth as he took in the sight of me and Jon together again, Robb looked even more sophisticated and proper than the last time I saw him. I figured he'd be done with school by now and already started a fancy career, maybe following in his father's and grandfather's footsteps by becoming an attorney.

“Dany,” he said. “You cut your hair.”

Resisting the urge to bite a nail, I replied “Yes, but I'm growing it out again.”

He simply nodded, then turned his attention to Jon. “You haven't been answering my calls lately.”

“Yeah, I've been working a lot.”

“That's good. You're still not cashing the checks either.”

“I told you I wasn't going to.”

I had to try not to smile. It wasn't that I resented Robb – I never blamed him for anything – but it was nice to see Jon stand up for himself the way I had to.

Apprehensively, Robb climbed the steps, asking “Can we talk?”

Jon looked to me.

“I'll wait here. It's fine,” I told him. No matter what Robb had to say to Jon, I wasn't going to stand in the way of it happening. Like Jon said, we never hurt anyone. I would never try to turn Jon against his family the way Rhaegar seemed to do to Lyanna.

“We won't be long,” Robb assured without making eye contact.

Before Jon lead Robb up to his apartment, he put his hand on my hip and kiss me. Gentle, but lingering, loving, a kiss that could only be interpreted as romantic in nature. I wasn't sure if it was a show for Robb or an act of reassurance for me, but I was content either way, because either way, the kiss said that I was special to Jon and that nothing Robb would say to him upstairs would change anything between us. Still, though, I would be lying if I said I wasn't terrified the entire length of time I spent sitting on that stoop, watching the sun inch higher into the sky, checking Facebook on my phone for the first time in a year, wondering if any of my 43 “friends” would notice if I changed my status to 'In a Relationship.'

Fifteen minutes later, the outer front door to Jon's apartment opened once more. In my unease, I stood again, wrapping my arms around myself like the air was colder than it was.

“It was good seeing you again, Dany.” Robb managed a glance at me before descending the steps. Before he reached his car, though, I found my feet following him quickly.

“Robb,” I said after him.

Somewhat startled, he turned to face me. I noticed how much he looked like Ned now, but that didn't intimidate me.

“I'll make him answer your calls,” I said. “But, you don't have to worry so much. I'll take care of him for you.”

He smiled, even chuckled a bit, the awkward tension receding. “Alright. Well, good. He's my only cousin, you know. I thought you were going to ask me what I said to him.”

“I think I have an idea. I'm more interested to know what Jon said in response.”  

“It was pretty much the same thing he told me last month. Something along the lines of – Whether I'm with her or not, she's the love of my life, and nothing will ever change that.”

My cheeks flushed pink and my nose scrunched as I smiled bashfully down at my feet. After a moment, I picked my head back up and asked “Last month?”

“Yeah, he called me at almost midnight on Valentine's Day, completely interrupting my wife and I during – you know – saying that he talked to you again. He wanted my advice, and I gave it, but obviously he went and did the opposite.”

The information made my smile widen. “I know you don't approve, but --”

“It's not that I don't approve,” he interrupted calmly. “I like you. I've never not liked you, even in high school when everyone seemed to not like you. Even being a Stark knowing you were a Targaryen. But. . . You know. . .  You and Jon together, knowing what I know. . . It feels weird.”

“I know. But you should know that however weird it feels for you, it feels a thousand times more weird for us. So imagine how much we must love each other to be able to deal with it in order to be together. And then imagine how you might feel if you suddenly found out your wife was your aunt.”

Robb broke out in awkward laughter, bringing his hand to the back of his neck. “Yeah, I do not want to imagine that.”

“Congratulations, by the way.”

“Thanks. We actually have a baby now, too. Named after my father, but we all call him Eddie.”

“That's amazing,” I said wistfully, trying not to think about my own baby. “I wanted to ask you a favor actually. You probably tell your wife everything, as you should, but could you just not tell her that Jon and I are. . . you know? Could you not tell anyone?”

After a moment, Robb asked “Will you make Jon cash those checks?”

“You know I'm not going to do that.”

“Yeah, I know. I would never tell anyone anyway. It was never really any of my business. And even if I would, I suppose I owe you a favor.”

He didn't, but I nodded anyway.

After he had climbed back into his sleek sedan, I rejoined Jon at the top of the porch where he'd been waiting for me, partaking in another cigarette.

“Will you marry me if I quit smoking?” he asked once the smoke had left his parted lips.

I hugged him tight, breathing him in. I didn't mind the tobacco smell actually. I found it warm and quaint like a hearth in a log cabin or a grandfather's library while he lets you pick out any book you want, but I wasn't going to tell Jon that because I was going to need him to quit eventually, if he was going to live a long, happy life with me.

“I'll marry you if you buy me breakfast. Bonus points if it's waffles,” I answered, then pressed a gentle kiss to his mouth.

“What are the bonus points on top of marriage?”

I pursed my lips and averted my eyes to give off the impression of deep contemplation before replying “Lots of sex?”

Dropping his half-smoked cigarette into the Folgers can, Jon excitedly exclaimed “Waffles it is.”

[elizaxspears]

Florist William/ Tattoo Artist Ronald or Game Store Clerk Ronald / Fine Tailored Suit Clerk William.

Hi anon! Sorry this took a bit to get too. Just now getting back into the swing of things. Hopefully this is what you were looking for! I had an idea for both, but decided to go for Game Store Clerk Ronald / Fine Tailored Suit Clerk William. Hopefully you enjoy it!

This day started out like any other day. Get up, eat, get to work and deal with a barrage of annoying customers. If he was lucky, his co-worker would take pity on him and deal with the customer complaints but those were only special days; days Ronald had yet to actually figure out what they were. Most days he wanted to hide in the back, but he sucked it up and did his job. He listened when he needed too and offered advice that mostly fell on deaf ears. The costumer was always right despite being complete wrong most of the time. Either way, Ronald powered through until his break.

When he took the job at the gaming shop, he was eager to share his love for all things gaming. The consoles, the games themselves, the merchandise, everything about them. In fact, he’d be the first to admit he didn’t exactly spend his paycheck wisely but he did have a rainy day account, so he wasn’t completely irresponsible.

He rang up the last customer before his anticipated break, his co-worker just exiting the back room. “Hey.” the tall blonde greeted, rubbing the back of his neck. “You got some restocking to do after your break.”

Ronald sighed, nodding. “Can do.” he closed the register and leaned against the counter. “So, I’m gonna go snag a coffee or somethin’. Want anythin’?”

He waved his hand dismissively. “Nah. Any more coffee and I’m gonna crash.”

Ronald snorted, walking backward out of the store. “Right, be back soon.”

He had planned to make the short trip down to the small cafe just outside the mall, but as he passed the shop directly across from where he worked, a Fine Suit shop he really could care less about, he did a double take at the man fixing one of the suits in the display window. He’d never seen him there before, either in the store itself, coming or going.

In the midst of his staring, he had two older woman muttered loud enough for him to hear about him blocking the way. He shook his head, his feet unconsciously taking him closer to the store. When all he wanted was coffee, he was very tempted to enter such a high class place. Still, he was reluctant. He looked in the window again and the man was gone. Couldn’t see him anywhere in store either. If he was in the back, there wouldn’t be a point milling around until he came out to suddenly waltz right up and talk to him. That would probably give off a bad first impression. Thus, Ronald forced himself away from the shop, wanting his coffee more than ever.

As the day progressed, Ronald kept an active eye on the store across from theirs. None of the customers interested him, nor did the other employee he saw. He began to think the man he saw with raven black hair and gorgeous emerald eyes was just his imagination. “Hey, Ron. You okay? Haven’t seen ya this interested in somethin’ since the new console generations were announced.” his friend said, lightly tapping on his head.

Ronald smacked his hand away. “No, I’m fine. Just…I dunno. I guess I was just expectin’ to see someone is all.”

His friend followed his line of sight, seeing if he could find anyone that would have snagged his coworkers interest. “’s just a bunch of stuffy old men. You really interested in one of them?”

Ronald rolled his eyes. “Never mind.” he would have explained who he saw earlier, but he was now convinced he was only seeing things.

The next day, he’d all but forgotten about the emerald eyed man. He accepted the fact that he was just imagining such a handsome man and went about his day like normal. Only, just when he looked up to greet a customer paying for their game, he saw him. The man. He could just barely make him out through the display window, but he was there, more at the back this time, hanging up various suit jackets. From where he stood, he could see the man dressed in a fine black suit himself. “Excuse me? I’d like to buy this today.”

Ronald blinked, attention snapping back to the customer. “Ah, right! Sorry.”

Over his shoulder he could feel his co-worker, but did his best to ring up the customer, stuck at the till with the sudden line up. “So, see your dream guy again?” his friend asked when he was finally free.

Ronald huffed, unintentionally slamming the register shut. “Look, can you take over for me a bit early today?” when his friend made a face, he added, “and you owe me. I’ve done it a few times for you, so the least you can do is do it once for me, right?”

His friend sighed, more out of disdain then anything. “Yeah. Fine.”

Ronald pat him on the back as he passed, daring to cross the people heavy walkway from his work to the tailors. Unlike the rather welcoming atmosphere of the game shop, the suit shop felt stiff. The suits on display were well above his price range but when he felt the sleeve of one between his fingers, the fabric felt wonderfully soft. “Afternoon sir. May I help you find anything?”

It took everything he had not to jump at the sudden voice behind him. Spinning around, he blinked once when he found that silky, low, smooth voice belonged to the very man he’d been drawn too. He looked even more handsome in person, this suit he was in fitting well to his tall, firm form. With his bangs brushed out of his eyes, gelled back and nothing on him looking wrinkled our out of place, Ronald felt under dressed. He might have just been wearing the given work uniform, but he still felt out of place compared to the man in front of him. “Sir?”

Ronald cleared his throat then offered his charming smile that everyone told him he had. “Hey.” he greeted. “I’m Ronald and I work just across from here,” he said, gesturing with his thumb to the Game Shop, “and I stopped by ‘cuz I’ve never seen you in here before.”

The glasses the man adjusted were sleek as well; black and grey, scratch free unlike his thick black frames. “I swapped positions with someone. I’ve only started yesterday here.”

“Oh, okay.” he shoved his hands into his pockets, swaying lightly on his heels. “So, you buy your suit from here or is it uniform?”

“Uniform. Working in such a place in casual wear would be unacceptable.”

“Ah. Well, looks good on ya.” he winked, grinning again.

The man just arched a perfect eyebrow. “Quite.” once more he adjusted his glasses. “Now, have you come to simply browse or do you need my assistance with anything?”

Ronald shrugged. “Neither. I just came by because I wanted t’ meet you.” he admitted.

The man stiffened immediately. “Why?”

“I just wanted to get to know you, is all.”

He began looking a little uncomfortable for some reason. “I’m seeing someone.”

Ronald felt his face fall. “Yeah? Well, not really surprised.” he forced out a laugh. “And, I wasn’t suggesting anything. Just thought, maybe we could be friends or somethin’.” of course he wanted quite the opposite of that, but he knew boundaries. Even if he was desperate, he would never suggest anyone go behind their partners back. “That’s okay, right?”

The man’s eyes narrowed, looking him up and down as if searching for an ulterior motive, but eventually he relented. “I suppose.”

“Great!” he looked at his watch. “Hey, my break is kinda in limbo right now, but maybe we could get coffee after work?”

“I have plans.” he walked past Ronald, “I apologize.”

And that was it. Ronald cocked his head to the side, watching him disappear into the back room.

It turned out, the man had many walls that he was unwilling to let fall so easily. It took a bit, but eventually, he got a name, William. He honestly didn’t expect anything less then such a dignified name when it came to the well dressed man. The only wall he had yet to get behind, was who William was seeing. Any, even a brief mention of dating, he would clam up and instantly change the subject. Ronald wasn’t one to push anything, but this felt odd. Nothing about it felt normal. He eventually found out why when he visited William on his break.

Behind the till he stood, staring down at his phone. The cold, cool, calculating look he found normal in those eyes took a backseat to the equivalent of hurt. Ronald held back, waiting to see if Willian needed him at the moment.

As he sighed and slipped his phone away, Ronald decided to make himself known. ”Hey,” he greeted, gently easing into it, “you okay?”

William nodded. “I’m fine. I’ve just been…well, to say the least, I’m no longer sharing my apartment.”

Ronald winced out of sympathy. “Over text too, huh?”

“Unfortunately but I cannot say I didn’t see this coming. I’ve felt something had been wrong for awhile now, I just was too afraid to address it. Seems all I did was delay the inevitable.” his fingers brushed back that stray strand of hair. “I asked if he needed any help moving his things, but his brother is helping him.”

Having gotten to know William personally over the months they’d been talking, he felt he was allowed to reach over and hug the older man. William went stiff, much like the first time they met, but eventually, those arms lifted up to returned the embrace. William squeezed him, resting his cheek against his ginger hair and Ronald couldn’t help inhaling deeply, the scent of whatever cologne William wore too tempting not to. “You’re way too good for them anyway.” Ronald said.

William held him tighter.

It had been a little over a year and a half now, since they developed this friendship. William was still obviously a little uncomfortable how friendly Ronald could be at times, but he never told Ronald he outright hated it. It was a good thing too as the more he spent with William, now more outside of their work, he began to realize the tiny crush he’d first had on the man had grown which lead to him afraid. He knew what he wanted but was William ready for something else? He never mentioned whoever broke up with him since the time in the shop, but that didn’t mean he was ready for another commitment.

As time continued to pass, Ronald made up his mind. He wasn’t one to shy away when it came to asking someone out, it just so happened this man made him actually feel something. Now, there was only one way he could think of doing this. After work, a little earlier than normal with another favour from his co-worker, he entered the suit shop. William was again, fixing the suits on the display from touchy customers who didn’t know how to put things back how they found them. “Hey!” he greeted cheerfully.

William glanced over his shoulder, a small smile gracing his thin lips. “Evening Ronald. Off early I see.”

“Yep! Pulled a few strings and here I am!” he leant against the wall next to William. “So, I kinda need a suit.”

William fully looked at him, brows drawn together. “Do you? For what occasion?”

“Well, I have this date comin’ up and I wanna look spiffy.”

William turned his head back to the suit he was still fiddling with. “I see. Well, follow me. I think I know one that would, ahem, suit, you.” Ronald snorted, following along after William to the back of the store. After browsing a few of them, William eventually set him up with a suit in his price range but also rather charming if he said so himself. “Where are you taking this date of yours?” William asked once they were at the till.

“It’s this nice Italian place that just opened up downtown. I’ve heard really good things about it so far, so I thought it’d be a good place for a first date.”

“A first date? I see you want to make a good first impression.”

“Eh, ’s not really a ‘first impression’. We’ve talked for a while, just finally decided to ask them out.”

“Mm.”

Once he paid for the suit and William said goodnight to the one other co-worker who hid away in the back most of the time, they exited the shop together, stopping just as they exited the front entrance of the mall. “Well, I hope you have fun tonight.” William said.

“Oh, I hope we will.” Ronald laughed. “So, when do you want me to pick you up? Or do you just wanna follow me home and we can go from there?”

The reaction William gave him made it very hard not to laugh. The look of pure shock on his face was priceless. “E-Excuse me? I must have heard you wrong. You…you aren’t…you aren’t seriously asking me on this date, are you?”

“Yeah, I am.”

William looked at a loss for words. He looked around as if there would be someone around that Ronald could have possibly been talking to, but it was just them. Him and Ronald, Ronald and him. He focused on Ronald again, staring him dead in the eyes. Part of him expected there to be some malicious intent in those charming pools, but all he found was quite the opposite. Care, warmth and, dare he say, love. Not even when he was seeing someone, had they ever looked at him like the way Ronald was looking at him now.

Without really thinking, he embraced Ronald like Ronald had to him, except this time, their lips connected. It wasn’t a heated kiss, nor was it even a proper kiss; it was sloppily and the position was a little awkward, but the intent behind it wasn’t lost. “I…” William began when he broke the kiss, embarrassed at his own actions. “I apologize.” he coughed into his hand once he pulled back. “I hadn’t meant—”

“Y’know, I usually save kisses until after the date, but I think I’ll make an exception for you.” Ronald breathed, a large smile on his lips, his eyes bright. “And that’s a yes then?”

William swallowed. “Indeed it is.”

Ronald held out his hand. “Great. I hope you like the place.”

William looked at the offered hand and took it, squeezing it affectionately. “Honestly, I’ll enjoy anything so long as I’m with you.”

[curlyhairedclarinetist]

Found some questions, gonna answer them.

Because I’m bored. 1. Think of the last person who said I love you, do you think they meant it? Yes. 2. Would you date an 18-year-old at the age you are now? No, I wouldn’t date anyone at the age I am now, except my fiancé. 3. When’s the last time you were aggravated and happy at the same time? That I can remember, junior year of high school. My grade in my accounting class was better than I thought it was but I still had to take the final; I needed a 93 to be exempt and I had a 92. 4. Would you ever smile at a stranger? Sure, I try to smile to everyone. 5. Is there someone mad because you’re dating/talking to the person you are? I dunno. Maybe slightly annoyed, but not mad. 6. Have you heard a song today that reminds you of someone? “Ref” by Pentatonix, kinda reminded me of my ex. 7. What exactly are you wearing right now? T-shirt with a mountain biker and sweatpants, aka my pajamas. 8. How often do you listen to music? Basically all the time. 9. Do you wear jeans or sweats more? It’s pretty even, honestly. I wear jeans during the day then sweats at night. Unless you count jeggings as sweats, then I wear sweats 24/7. 10. Are you a social or an antisocial person? Extremely antisocial. 11. Have you ever kissed someone whose name begins with the letter ‘A’? Nope. 12. What about ‘R’? Nope. 13. Can you drive a stick shift? Again, nope. 14. Do you care if people talk badly about you? As long as they pronounce my name right, people can say whatever they want about me. If someone talks badly about you, that says more about them, not you. 15. Are you going out of town soon? Not that I know of. 16. When was the last time you cried? Like 3 hours ago, from laughter. 17. Have you ever told someone you loved them? Yes, and I still tell them and they still tell me. 18. If you could change your eye color, would you? Nah, I like my brown eyes. 19. Is there a boy who you would do absolutely everything for? Yes. 20. Name something you dislike about the day you’re having. I had to go to work. 21. Is it cute when guys kiss you on your forehead? I think so. 22. Are you dating the last person you talked to? No. The last person I talked to face-to-face was my dad, and I'm not into that. The last person I talked online to was my best friend, but we're not dating either. 23. What are you sitting on right now? My butt. 24. Does anyone regularly (other than family) tell you they love you? Yes. 25. Have you ever wanted someone you couldn’t have? No. Well, do celebrity crushes count? 26. Who was the last person you talked to before you went to bed last night? In person, my mom. Online, one of my friends. 27. Do you get a lot of colds? Not really. 28. Where is the shirt you are wearing from? My closet. 29. Does anyone hate you? Not that I know of... 30. Do you have any empty alcohol bottles hidden somewhere in your room? No. 31. Do you like watching scary movies? Oh jeez, no! 32. Do you want your tongue pierced? No. I don't even have my ears pierced. 33. If you had to delete one year of your life completely, which would it be? I don't wanna delete any years of my life. If 1 year was gone, I would not be the person I am today. 34. Did you have a dream last night? Yes. I have dreams every night, I just don't always remember them. 35. When was the last time you told someone you loved them? Like an hour ago. 36. Do you think you’ll be married in 5 years? I know I will, I'm getting married in May 2018 37. Do you think someone has feelings for you? I know someone does. And if he doesn't, he should've told me way before now, cuz we're getting married next year... 38. Do you think someone is thinking about you right now? Most likely. 39. Did you have a good day yesterday? For the most part. 40. Think back 2 months ago; were you in a relationship? Yes. 41. In the next 48 hours, will you hang out with a girl? My one coworker, if that counts as "hanging out." 42. Has anyone told you they don’t want to ever lose you? Yes. 1 actually did lose me. His fault though. 43. What’s the best part about school? Being with friends. Or leaving. 44. Do you have any pictures on your Facebook? Plenty. 45. Do you ever pass notes to your friends in school? No. That'd be pretty hard cuz we all go to different schools. 46. Do you replay things that have happened in your head? All the time. 47. Were you single over the last summer? No. 48. Is your life anything like it was two years ago? Not at all. 49. What are you supposed to be doing right now? Lots of things: folding clothes, writing an admission essay, or sleeping. Instead I'm doing this questionnaire to procrastinate. 50. Do you hate the last guy you had a conversation with? Absolutely not! He's one of my best friends, I could never hate him! 51. Are you nice to everyone? I try to be. 52. Have you ever liked someone you didn’t expect to? Yes. And we're getting married next year. 53. Do you think you can last in a relationship for 6 months and not cheat? Again, yes-I am living proof. 54. Are you good at hiding your feelings? I think so. 55. Do you think you like someone? I like a lot of people. Or if the question is asking if I romantically like someone, then yes, I know I do. 56. Have you kissed someone whose name starts with a ‘J’? Sort of. It was one of my preschoolers who hurt his finger and he insisted I kiss it to make it feel better. 57. Do you prefer to be friends with girls or boys? I have no preference. It just so happens that the majority of my friends are guys. 58. Has anyone of your friends ever seen you cry? Yes. 59. Do you hate anyone? No, life's too short to have hatred inside you. 60. How’s your heart? Well it's still beating so I guess it's alright. 61. Is there something that happened in your past that you hate talking about? Not really. 62. Have you ever cried over a guy? Yes, some fictional and some real. 63. Who is probably talking a load of crap about you right now? I dunno. If they were, I'm not gonna do anything about it. 64. Are your toenails painted pink? Wow, strangely specific question. But no. Come to think of it, they're not painted any color. 65. Will your next kiss be a mistake? Unless I get pushed into someone or trip and fall and land on someone's mouth, no. 66. Have your pants ever fallen down in public? No. I've fallen down in public while wearing pants, does that count? 67. Who was the last person you were on the phone with? My mom. 68. How do you look right now? I dunno. Tired, probably. 69. Do you have someone you can be your complete self around? Yes. Also is anyone actually still reading at this point? 70. Can you commit to one person? If you've been paying attention to my previous answers, you know what my answer is. 71. Do you have someone of the opposite sex you can tell everything to? Yes. 72. Have you ever felt replaced? Yes, and it is one of the worst feelings in the world. 73. Did you wake up cranky? No. 74. Are you a jealous person? Not really. 75. Are relationships ever worth it? See previous answers, you can figure out what I'm gonna say. 76. Anyone you’re giving up on? Myself, sometimes. 77. Currently wanting to see anyone? Yes, lots of people. 78. Name something you have to do tomorrow. Work. 79. Last person you cried in front of? My best friend. She started it though. 80. Is there someone you will never forget? Lots, both in good ways and bad. 81. Do you think the person you have feelings for is protective of you? Yes. 82. If the person you wish to be with were with you, what would you be doing right now? Probably sleeping, he's an early bird. 83. Are you over your past? I'd say so. 84. Have you ever liked one of your best friends of the opposite sex? Yes. It's happened 3 times, and the 3rd is the one that worked out. 85. Is there anyone you can tell EVERYTHING to? Didn't I have this question already? 86. If your first true love knocked on your door with apology and presents, would you accept? That depends. If it's the first person I loved in general, then I wouldn't need presents or an apology. (He's done nothing but apologize ever since we split. That is, when we talk, which isn't often.) I just want an explanation for why he left me. If it's the first person I loved that loved me back, then I guess I'd accept, but my question is what did he do? (If you're still reading, yes, my fiancé was my first real love) 87. So, the last person you kissed just happens to arrive at your door at 3AM; do you let them in? Yes. 88. Have you ever liked someone who your friends hated? Yes, twice. 88. Will you be in a relationship in 2 months? Yes. 89. Is there anyone you know with the name Michael? Yes, my fiancé's brother. 90. Have you ever kissed a Matthew? Again, weirdly specific. But no. 91. Were you in a relationship in January? How was it going? Yes, and it was going great. Little did I know that's when he started planning his proposal. 92. Were you happy with the person you liked in March? Yes, we had just celebrated 7 years together (he proposed 1 month later) 93. Don’t tell me lies, is the last person you texted attractive? Pfft, she is gorgeous! 94. Who do you have texts from? My fiancé, my best friend, and my band director. 95. If the person you like says they like someone else, what would you say? Laugh along with him cuz I know he's joking. 96. Have you ever kissed someone older than you? Yes. 97. Who’s in your profile picture with you? I'm not even my profile picture, it's a flower. On Facebook, it's me with my fiancé. On Twitter and Instagram, it's just me. 98. Ever kissed under fireworks? Yes. 99. Has anybody ever given you butterflies? Yes, and he still does