#but uh.. happy early birthday ig??

[ask-thebrokenone-fromtheshadows]

Gonna turn 16 in just about at least four days..

Why must time fly so fast? It feels like I was just 13 not so long ago and now I'm close to being a legal adult soon.

Geez

[kyoxaa]

LuciKy / SinfulTwilight Fanfic

I've never posted a fic on Tumblr before and idk how to format it but uh ig a few mentions first before I toss it here :3

the fic was written for art I made for my birthday, so it's a self insert x Luci fic, it's all sfw, all the bros are mentioned at least once, it's about 2.5k+ words, also I am not much of a writer so this may be the most goofy thing you'll read on here so yea 😭🙏

also this isn't proofread :p

anyway hope you enjoy it :3

The Morningstar's Guiding Light

It was the morning of Ky's birthday, the sun barely lit Lucifer's room from the blockage of the curtains. The large master bedroom, filled with a large king sized bed, one that held the two lovers wrapped up under the nice velvety sheets, keeping them warm in the cold room.

As Lucifer's alarm rang throughout the room, the extremely tired and barely awake demon reached out, shutting the alarm off and wrapping his arms around his equally tired human, neither of them were fans of just waking up in the morning, but today, especially for Lucifer, they weren't mad. Lucifer’s head rested in the crook of Ky's neck, his arms wrapping around his lover's body in a protective and close hold. Once he spoke, his voice sounded groggy and dazed, though the happiness in it was audible.

“.. Happy birthday, my angel…” Lucifer says and sounding somewhat muffled with his mouth covered by Ky's shoulder. Lucifer's ears can almost be seen twitching for a second as he hears the very groggy voice of his human, even if it was his birthday, he's still cranky, he wasn't a morning person, the same way Lucifer wasn't a morning demon.

“mmmm.. Thanks Luci..” Ky says groggily before lifting himself up just barely to give Lucifer a kiss on the cheek, a small, tired smile, playing on his lips. Though, knowing how Lucifer was, Ky almost immediately felt Lucifer's hand under his chin. Luci's fingers gently tilted Ky's head up, their lips connecting into a warm and passionate kiss. Though their fun alone didn't last too long.

The two heard the little taps of feet running down the quiet hallway in the House of Lamentation, along with some long strides behind the littler ones. The first to barge into the room was Kenji, with his elder sister, Katsumi following behind him, looking as tired as her parents, unlike Kenji she definitely took after her parents with not being a fan of waking up so early in the morning, Kenji on the other hand, was as energetic as he could be, being as young as he was it's no wonder. After running in, Kenji hopped up on Lucifer's bed, giving both of his dad's a very excitable and warm hug each, both of them hearing the excitement in his little voice as he spoke. “Happy birthday, papa!”

More close by, Kat walked inside behind Kenji, her tired voice faintly echoing through the otherwise quiet and empty hallways with a soft yawn as she spoke aloud as well. “Hmmm… Happy birthday, papa..” Despite how tired she was, the happiness she had was audible, to which Ky smiled gently at the two, ruffling up Kenji’s hair as he spoke. “Awh, thanks so much you two… I appreciate it”

After a moment Ky, Luci, and Kenji got out of bed and followed along with Katsumi to the kitchen, where to none of their surprise, could all hear the bickering of Lucifer's six other brothers in the dining hall.

“Hey! Beel! I told you not to eat all of the waffles!” That was definitely Satan, which promptly had a follow up from Beel. “I'm sorry… I was hungry..” Asmo chimed in with a reply of his own almost immediately. “Beel, hon… You're always hungry… How about you set the table instead, hm?” He suggested, Beel simply replying with an ‘Okay’ and Belphie tiredly following behind him. Mammon and Levi were just barely walking out of the kitchen with a new serving of waffles, alongside other breakfast dishes, pancakes, French toast, milk, orange juice, fruit, whipped cream. They all had practically made a feast together, though of course with the casual amount of familial fights that they quickly recovered from. “Hey! Beel! Don't eat these either, ya got that? I ain't makin’ more of these get eaten too!” Mammon said with a mock-scowl, placing the food he had on the table, Levi following behind him with his usual snarky replies. “LOL! Come on, Mammon, you'd make it again for his birthday, we all know you would!” Mammon's cheeks flushed red in embarrassment, though he just barely missed dropping the bottle of whipped cream. “H-Hey! Shut up will ya?! I wouldn't! All of ya can make it yourselves if it falls!” Mammon snapped back, taking a seat down at the table.

Mammon soon after however, looks up from his seat, seeing the other four in the distance and about to walk in, he had an almost devilish smile on his face, getting up from his seat to greet the birthday boy himself with a real tight hug, partially to get under the rest of his brother's skins, and they knew it all too well by that point to even care. “Hey there! Happy birthday Ky! How've you been so far, huh? Better be good or else I'll give Lucifer a good talkin’ to for ya!” Mammon caused a few laughs from Ky and especially Katsumi, she had always found her uncle Mammon to be a riot, getting a warm hug returned to him as well from the little human. “Hehe, it's been great, don't worry about it you big goof..” Ky says with a grin as the rest of the brothers approach him, a jokingly loud sigh from Lucifer in the background of his brothers usual morning antics, he had once again, underestimated how willing his brothers were to wake themselves up before even he got out of bed, just to surprise his human, something about it made him feel content within that chaos.

“Mammon move your ahhh- I mean butt out of my way! You're hogging Ky and you know it!” Levi snapped, only causing Mammon to stick his tongue out at his brother, who rightfully gave him a dirty scowl.

“Awh, Hon, how about I get your breakfast for you! Do you want Waffles? Maybe some fruits too? and some sweet whipped cream?” Asmo coo’s, subtly trying to outdo Mammon without being as forward about it, Belphie slipped through the others, his hand grabbed onto Ky's arm, holding his comfortable pillow out to him.

“Mmmm… How about you take a nap with this? It's comfy you know.. and it is my favorite, so you better return it by tomorrow..”

Soon after came Satan, a small pair of what seemed to be handmade cat plushies in his hands, his face looking flushed with embarrassment at the stuff he'd made and handed to Ky. “Look.. I.. I made you these of you and Mr. Pridy McPrideFace. Don't let them get ruined, you hear?” He said as he crossed his arms, Asmo looked like he was about to squeal but kept himself quiet and gave an excited smile to Satan.

After a while, Levi was able to get through the oddly rough crowd of 5 other demons in his way, though after seeing Satan's gift his cheeks got the same level of red to them, maybe even worse knowing how he was. “I- I uh- Listen I know Satan made you those and all but I found this custom acrylic thing on Akuzon and uh… got you a few!” Levi would've practically shoved the gift box of acrylics in Ky's hand if he wasn't aware of how ruined it would make the stands, so he gave it to him gently.

Then Mammon, having almost forgotten, pulled a pair of tickets from his pocket, handing them to Lucifer, knowing My would more than likely lose them in the mess of gifts in his hands, he then looked back at the human before speaking to him, seeing the shocked look on his face, though he couldn't tell if it was from his gift or the mountain from his brothers. “Listen, short stuff. I got ya two tickets to go to Devil's Coast.. I figured tomorrow you and Lucifer can… I don't know.. go or somethin.” Mammon had the most embarrassed look to him yet, though the other 5 behind him looked shocked, then Lucifer chimed in as he stared almost blankly at the pair of tickets in his hands.

“Mammon,” he started, his voice having that same sharp edge to it that would always make his brothers, and sometimes his kids, scared shitless. “Where did you even get the money for these?” Thankfully, for Mammon, he didn't buy them completely recklessly. “Well uh, y’see big bro… I was able to get them from this super nice witch who had two spares, just hadda pay her upfront!-” “And how did you get the money? I thought it was suspicious how often you haven't been home as often, you know.”

Ky, having to listen in on this along with the rest of the brothers, spoke up with his own assumption. “He probably just worked overtime to not have a loan.. If that's all it is, don't worry so much about it, love.” Ky basically gave his demon the look of, ‘don’t ask, just roll with it’ and he reluctantly agreed, Mammon looked as if he'd just been saved.

Then finally amidst the chaos, Beel stepped up, holding a coupon in his hand, also like Mammon, he handed it to Lucifer, though he looked like he was about to start drooling, and once Lucifer saw what the coupon was for he could immediately see why. his hand held a coupon for Ristorante Six, how Beel didn't use this himself? He had no idea, but he didn't bother asking, though he heard Beel whisper in his ear to tell Ky the gift was from him later, to which Lucifer nodded and placed the two tickets and the coupon in his wallet, keeping them safe in his pocket.

“Here, Ky, let me put these in our room.” Luci said, holding his hands out for the oddly large set of gifts, which Ky almost immediately gave him, his arms already getting tired from holding them all, as Lucifer walked away he group hugged the rest of the brothers, a goofy ass smile the brothers knew him for across his face, showing he definitely liked the gifts at least.

The large group soon after took their seats at the large table in the room, eating breakfast together and engaging in their usual familial banter and talking. As each of the brothers and their kids finished their food, they excused themselves, Katsumi and Kenji both grabbed a pair of gifts they'd kept in Kat's purse, since it was oddly a giant purse, Kenji had a small card in his little hands, having a little personally written message from both his kids and even Lucifer as well inside it. Katsumi had her half of the gift, having gotten her artsy hobbies from her dad. She wanted to make him small plushies, so she made a whole little set of plush keychains of each of them.

Ky's face was nothing short of pure shock at everything he saw, and of course, in fashion of his human relatives, he slowly got teary eyed reading the little messages from his kids and Lucifer, and of course Lucifer’s was most of the entire second half of the card, leave it to him to ramble about how he loved his human, even to his face. In writing or verbal speech, he made sure his feelings were always known. The day itself was filled with fun shenanigans, each of the other brothers and the kids distracting Ky until Lucifer was ready with his surprise to finish the night off.

As the day was nearing its end, Lucifer sent Ky a message, a quick one to make him move to him faster, the demon was almost craving to spend time with his human and he planned on making it worth the wait for both of them.. Once Kyro walked into the bedroom, Lucifer stood, all dressed up just for him, the sight could almost make the guy tear up again at the thoughtfulness.

“Are you ready to go, my little love?” Lucifer spoke, his voice filled to the brim with the tender warmth Ky knew all too well. “I've planned something special for you.. I know you won't forget it.”

Ky smiled at Lucifer’s words, nodding his head and holding his hand out for the demon to take, which he promptly did, “Yea, I'm ready. I'm really excited! I've been wanting to spend time with you all day…”

The two of them took hands and made their way to the car, Lucifer had a whole day's worth of activities. They went to many places throughout the day, from cafes, to parks, to stores, pretty much anywhere. They had the day to themselves and they'd take full advantage of that. Though as a final tribute, Lucifer thought of bringing Ky to the Devil's Coast, and go on the Ferris Wheel, the same place he proposed to him, making it a special place for the two of them. After getting to Devils Coast, Ky looked ecstatic, like his suppressed inner child got released. Seeing how expressive Ky can somehow get despite all Lucifer knows about him, it made him smile, all that excitement was because of him, it made his pride swell up when his love enjoyed his surprises.

“I'll get the door for you, love.” Lucifer said as he was getting out of the car, swiftly making his way to the passenger side of the car, opening the door and helping Ky out, his actions causing his humans cheeks to redden, which was his end goal, not like it took much work on Lucifer's end to make his human flustered like that anyway, saves him all the trouble.

The two of them had a fun night out at the Devil's Coast, they got one last meal at one of the local food stands for their dinner, played a bunch of the corny carnival games with Lucifer pretending he was some hot shot and could win each one with no effort, they walked along the beach before the sun started to fully set and then after getting ice cream, they went on the Ferris Wheel.

They engaged in some mindless chatting about Ky's day while the ride started up. Lucifer was just glad he could make his human happy, he adored seeing Ky smile, he'd never admit to it but he'd do anything to see it on him. As the Ferris Wheel started getting up to the top with the sunset looking almost mesmerizing from their view, Lucifer turned Ky to face him by the window, cupping his chin in his hand, slowly pulling him in for a tender kiss. The sun's rays were practically reflecting on the two as they shared their kiss, and once they parted, Lucifer could see the pure shocked and flustered expression on Ky's face. He felt pride swell up at Ky's reaction to him, letting out a soft chuckle.

After the two finished their ride, going inside and getting settled in bed, they continued talking in bed, Ky's eyes slowly getting droopy, being exhausted after such a long day.

“Did you have fun, my love?” Lucifer asked, his own voice having that same tone of exhaustion after a long work day, though the hint of a smile on his face, he had a good time and wasn't afraid to show it.

“Hehe.. of course I did, I loved it.. Thank you, Luci..” Ky said as he snuggled himself close to Luci, wrapping his arms around the demon's body, keeping them close together.

“Good… I'm glad”

After Lucifer spoke, the two were out like a light, snuggled up close, the two celebrating the final hours of Ky's birthday cuddled together, Lucifer holding his human close to him as well, never letting him go.

+ the art of the cards from another art spam post :3

[wolveria]

Feedback Loop

Pairing: Sixty x Reader

Summary: After breaking things off with Sixty, he shows up on your doorstep and reveals a side of himself that shakes you to your core.

Prompt: For @uh-kitty-got-wet​ ‘s birthday!! Happy birthday!

Chapter Warnings: Angst, Explicit sexual content, Happy ending

Word Count: 4.4k

AO3

(Screenshots from @vrtuellereality on IG)

You were working at your terminal, oblivious to the low, ever-present murmur of the bullpen when a shadow darkened your desk. Your head jerked up, and for a moment you thought it was him.

It wasn’t. It was only Connor, though the way he crookedly smiled at you was certainly different.

“Hey, Con,” you said, pulling your hands off the keyboard. “Something I can help you with?”

He sometimes went to you for questions about a case, or just to say hi and see how you were doing, but he seemed to have something different in mind.

“Not exactly.” He sat on the corner of your desk, a lot like how he did with Hank, but his expression was decidedly more mischievous. “I just wanted to tell you that you look nice today.”

“Nice?” You blinked like the bewildered creature you were.

“Very nice.”

His smile grew, and oh dear. Oh dear.

“Are you free this weekend?” He looked down at the hands clasped in his lap and paused, as if his confidence was flagging. “I mean… it’s been a while since we’ve socialized outside of work. Ever since…”

Ah, yes. Ever since The Incident everyone was too polite to talk about. You were grateful for that, because it wasn’t anyone’s business, and the sooner you moved on the better.

“Yeah, I know.” You smiled a little. “You’re right. I’ve missed you, Connor.”

Now it was Connor’s turn to fluster, his LED spinning yellow as a pink flush crept on his cheeks.

“I—yes.” He cleared his throat unnecessarily, and you half-expected him to reach up to adjust his tie. “I’ll come by your place at 8 o’clock this Friday. Is that all right?”

“Sounds perfect.” Your smile grew, and you patted his knee. “Can’t wait.”

Connor looked like he might short-circuit at the touch, but instead he peeled off your desk, gave you an awkward little smile, and hurried away at a stiff, nervous gait. You would have laughed, but that would have been unkind; Connor was doing his best, even if he was still a goofball.

You watched his retreat, and another pair of brown eyes caught your attention. They stared at you with a dark, heated intensity. You quickly turned away and returned to your work, face hot and heart thundering like a jackhammer. You couldn’t focus on your work after that, and it was just as well, because another shadow loomed over your desk. This one much more foreboding.

“What was that?” spoke a voice that sounded just like Connor’s with a tone that couldn’t have been more different.

You ignored it. Even though your heart raced and you felt like you were suffocating, you ignored it. It was the only way to make him go away. Go back to pretending you didn’t exist, something he’d become an expert in the last few weeks.

“Really?” the voice sneered. “You’re going to ignore me after so blatantly flirting with my brother—“

You jerked your chair around and glared up at the android ruining your day. Sixty leaned against your desk where Connor had been a few minutes earlier, arms crossed over his chest as he peered down his nose at you.

“That’s none of your business,” you snapped, hating how good his long legs looked, one crossed casually over the other. While Connor was still awkward in body language, Sixty had mastered it to an unfair degree. “And I wasn’t flirting.”

“Yes, you were.” He leaned forward, giving you a nice view of his throat with the top button undone. “You get this shy little smile on your face, pretending your bashful while your eyes wander to places they shouldn’t.”

You rose to your feet, turning away from him to grab your purse. You’d forgotten to take a lunch, and right now was as good a time as any. Anything to get away from the android’s scrutinizing gaze.

“Your jealousy is not my problem,” you said, but when you tried to walk past him, he blocked your path. Sixty glanced around to see if anyone was watching, and then he pushed into your space, trapping you there with his hands on either side of you against the desk.

“Jealousy? I’m simply stating the truth.” He was too close, his breath hot on your lips, his eyes dark and dangerous. “Or did you forget I know what you look like when you want to spread your legs?”

You shoved him, hard. Perhaps too hard. You didn’t mean for him to stumble back so he lost his balance and hit the ground on his ass. You didn’t even know it was possible to catch him off-guard like that, being the advanced prototype that he was.

But you had. And for a split second, his LED was solid red and his expression was hurt. It passed so quickly it could have been wishful thinking, but you didn’t wait around to find out. With every other officer in the bullpen staring after you, you quickly left the station, grimacing as you wiped at your stinging eyes.

You’d email Fowler later to let him know you weren’t feeling good and you’d be gone the rest of the day. And while you were at it, maybe you could file for a transfer.

***

The email to the captain wasn’t a total lie. You felt like absolute shit as you lay bundled up on your couch, wallowing in misery and instant noodles. It was snowing outside fairly heavily, and you didn’t plan on going anywhere. Maybe for a while. You had vacation days saved up, and it might be a good idea to disappear until you could show your face in the station. What a humiliating day.

Connor would miss you, and so would Hank, but that wasn’t a good enough reason to stick around when he was always there. You sensed his dark eyes following you, but whenever you turned to look, Sixty always had his attention elsewhere, pretending you didn’t exist.

It hurt so damn bad even though you were the one who left him. You’d been miserable, Sixty’s ego always coming before your relationship, and eventually you’d had enough. Human or android, you wouldn’t put up with that shit from anyone.

But a part of you had hoped, maybe, he would try to be better. Make an effort to get you back. Instead, he’d given you the cold shoulder and acted as if you were a stranger, only for you to swear he was watching your every move like a hawk. Today seemed to prove that theory, and it was driving you crazy. Something had to give, and you knew your sanity would break far sooner than Sixty’s love of control.

When the doorbell rang, you almost ignored it, but your phone informed you it was half past eight. Maybe it was Connor, a few days early but worried when he heard about your confrontation with his brother. You had little doubt it would be the gossip of the bullpen for hours.

That thought finally dragged you off the couch and to the front door, where you opened it and for a moment thought it was Connor.

But you knew them both well enough by now to recognize the subtle differences. His posture, while stiff and uneasy, was still fluid enough to tell you it was Sixty.

Still, his expression was definitely un-Sixty-like. Half-melted snowflakes darkened his hair, his skin glistened in the hallway lights, and the shoulders of his jacket were damp. He looked like he’d been out in the storm for a while, and since he was deviant, he was probably cold and uncomfortable.

“Before you slam the door in my face,” he began, tone weary, “there’s something I want to say.”

“What do you want?” You maintained your grip on the door, the urge to shut it in his face very strong.

He released a breath, gazed down at his shoes, and mumbled, “Can I come in?”

You stared at him for a good long moment, debated the pros and cons of letting Sixty back into your apartment.

Pros: maybe he actually had something worthwhile to say.

Cons: It was Sixty.

“Fine.” You opened the door wider, allowing him entrance. “But only for a few minutes.”

His brows lifted in surprise.

“A few minutes are all I need.” The words were arrogant but his tone wasn’t, and he almost seemed nervous as he slipped past you over the threshold. That was strange. Sixty always covered his self-doubts with displays of bravado. That was kind of his thing.

But his confidence still hadn’t returned after you shut the door and followed him to the living room. He just stood there, hands hovering as if he didn’t know what to do with them, until he finally shoved them in his pockets. Over the white dress shirt he always wore was a windbreaker you’d bought for him months ago. You’d been worried the freezing temperatures would harm his biocomponents, and he’d laughed off your concern. He’d still kept it though, and the navy fabric went very well with his tight, dark wash jeans.

It wasn’t fair.

You stood a short distance away, arms crossed over your stomach in a gesture that was more protective than it was defensive. Seeing him here, in your house, it brought back so many memories and emotions you’d managed to lock away since you kicked him out. Now it was threatening to spill out all over again, and all you wanted to do was reach out and touch him. But you didn’t.

“Well?” you said, sharper than you meant to be. “What did you want to talk about?”

Sixty stared at the ceiling as if he’d find answers there. Or maybe he just didn’t want to look at you.

“I’m not… good at this,” he finally said. “I don’t know how to choose the right words and I’m pretty sure I’m going to make shit worse. But Hank said if I didn’t stop being a jackass and come talk to you—”

You blinked and walked around him to get a better look at his face.

“Hank? You’re here because Hank told you to?”

“No! I—“ He met your eye, his expression pinched and upset. His LED was bright yellow, but you didn’t need to see it to know he was struggling. “I’m here because I…”

He turned away from you but not fast enough for you to miss the flash of red.

“Six?” you asked, softer than the tone you’d used with him lately. “What’s going on?”

Moving toward him when he didn’t answer, your hand slightly trembled as you reached out and rested your fingers on his arm.

He whirled around, grabbed you by the shoulders, and pulled you hard against his chest. You gasped, startled and frozen, but Sixty only hugged you tight, burying his face against your hair.

“I’m sorry, okay?” he choked out. “I’m sorry I’m such an asshole. I’m sorry I sabotaged our relationship. And I’m sorry I made you so miserable that you had to leave.”

You didn’t move, couldn’t even breath as Sixty continued to tremble around you, holding on as if you were a lifeline. He’d never acted this way before, emotionally vulnerable and exposed. Almost… afraid? Where was the confident, arrogant android that had broken your heart?

“I don’t want to lose you,” he said so softly you could barely hear it. “I can’t lose you. I would rather feel nothing at all, go back to being a machine. I don’t want to be alive if this is what living feels like.”

“Six…”

That was all you said, your little nickname for him. Created at first to annoy and antagonize him, until it became a pet name, and then finally a term of endearment.

“I’m not saying this… to make you feel sorry for me.”

He didn’t need to breathe, but warm puffs of air tickled your throat. It was comforting and familiar.

“I’m not going to trick and manipulate you, even though that’s what I was designed to do. I just... had to see you one last time. Tell you it wasn’t your fault. And… apologize. For all the shit I did. I thought ignoring you would make it better. Make this-this feeling go away. It didn’t. I… fucked up.”

You slowly raised your arms and wrapped them around his waist, returning the hug, wanting to touch him, be close to him again despite the warning signs. Or maybe because of them. With Sixty, they came with the territory.

And the fact was, he was hurting. You were too. The way you’d been ignoring each other was pure misery, and you’d had no idea it had negatively affected him too.

You slowly pulled away, preparing yourself to tell him that while his apology was a big step in the right direction, it would take more than words to fix the damage he’d done.

But the words died in your throat. His eyes were large and glassy, brows turned up in worry or sadness, as if he was bracing himself for your rejection. It was unbelievably raw, and you’d had no idea Sixty could even make that expression.

Like a dam breaking behind flooding waters, you surged forward, capturing his lips with yours. He made a surprised sound, red cycling out of the corner of your vision before you closed your eyes. You fisted his jacket in your hands and pulled so he was flush against you.

Sixty was many things. Arrogant, haughty, with an ego the size of CyberLife Tower. But one thing he could never do was deny you, and with the hard bulge shoved against your hip, you knew he didn’t want to.

Sixty lifted you up, never breaking the kiss as he wrapped your legs around his waist, and he carried you to your bedroom, somehow without looking where he was going. Probably used his goddamn X-ray scanners.

He followed you down onto the bed, barely letting you draw breath as he lifted off your shirt and fumbled at your pants. Your bra was already gone, having been removed in preparation for your night in, and he hungrily groaned as he kissed down your collarbone to your chest.

You ran your hands through his soft hair, ruining his immaculate style, but he didn’t even notice as he finally tugged off your pants. His hands were everywhere, running along your stomach, your hips, down your legs as he yanked them open and settled between them. He was still completely dressed and you were almost naked.

Fingers fumbling, you tugged down his jacket zipper and tried to pull it off his shoulders, but Sixty was making things difficult, slowly rolling his hips against yours, torturing you.

“Damnit, Sixty,” you cursed, gasping when he nipped at your shoulder. He dipped his hand beneath the waistband of your underwear and practically purred at what he found.

“This all for me, sweetheart?”

In lieu of responding, you moaned and thrust your pelvis against his hand, but he only chuckled and held your hip down with his other hand.

“Now, now.” He pulled his head up to smirk at you. The loose curl of hair hung across his forehead, giving him an especially devilish look. “I want to hear you say it.”

Sixty loved being in control. He got off on the sense of power, and you knew part of that had to do with the fact he’d had none at the beginning of his short life. No power, no control, no choice. Just a thing to be used and thrown away.

Well. You’d have to show him that sometimes, losing control and being under someone else’s power could be a thrilling thing.

You grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand out of your underwear, earning you a surprised, disappointed expression. You almost smiled, but that would have ruined the ruse.

Maintaining eye contact, you took his long fingers, glistening with your juices, and popped two of them into your mouth. You closed your eyes partway and groaned around his fingers, your tongue licking up your own slick from the sensitive pads of his digits.

Sixty’s pupils went fully blown, his tongue darting out to lick his lips, and when his LED shifted from yellow to red, your plan had worked. He rose off the mattress where he’d been kneeling and pulled off his jacket and shirt, giving you a full view of his pale, lightly muscled torso.

Next came off the shoes and jeans, yanked off clumsy in his haste, and you might have teased him if not for the large cock that sprang out of his pants, hard and flushed.

Sixty didn’t give you time to admire it; he grabbed you by the hips and dragged you to the edge of the bed. He tugged off your underwear, rubbed the head of his cock against your opening to make sure you were wet enough, and then pushed.

Giving you no time to prepare, you arched your back and struggled to breathe, fisting the sheets as he kept going. He was thick, and long, and the people who had designed him had apparently decided he needed to be well-endowed. Whatever the reason, you were sure enjoying the fruits of their labor.

“Fuck, oh fuck, Sixty.”

He didn’t laugh or even make a snide comment. You weren’t sure if he was even breathing, his brow creased in concentration as he gripped you tight, not stopping until he was fully embedded within your slick heat.

Only then were you able to fill your lungs, and then the next breath of air was cut off as he kissed you, hungrily and deep, his tongue plunging into your mouth as his cock twitched inside you. You moaned, digging your nails into his back, not afraid you would hurt him as you dug deep and wrapped your legs around his waist.

Normally, Sixty liked to draw out the foreplay, exploring all the ways he could take you apart. But not this time. It was like he couldn’t wait, too impatient and greedy as he began to move, hips jolting against yours as he set a hard pace.

You hadn’t been touched like this in weeks, not even by your own hand, and each thrust was a burst of sparks behind your eyelids. You broke the kiss and clung to him for dear life, whimpering when his lips attached to your neck, sucking mercilessly. You were going to have bruises all over you tomorrow for everyone to see, and you loved it. You wanted Sixty to make you his, to never leave you in a cold, empty bed ever again.

You groaned his name, tried to meet his hips as he set a brutal pace, but he had your thighs trapped open as he fucked you from the edge of the bed. You were getting close but you weren’t quite there yet; Sixty must have known, because he gripped your hips and pulled them up so he could thrust even deeper.

Tears pricked in your eyes as he hit your sensitive spot over and over, driving the pressure in your pelvis to new heights. You were babbling nonsense, a mixture of his name and pleas for him to never leave again. Sixty responded with promises that he wouldn’t while peppering desperate kisses all over your face and neck.

And then he said three words he’d never said before, low and throaty and right into your ear, and you came undone with tears running down your face and a cry on your lips. The pleasure was so intense you weren’t sure when you came down from it, only that he fucked you straight through your orgasm without stopping.

You squirmed and whimpered, oversensitive, and you moaned his name again and again, not sure what you were asking for. He snapped his hips forward and choked out a groan, burying his face into your neck as he throbbed deep inside you.

Floating blissfully, you sighed and petted his hair, pressing a kiss to his red LED and watching as it slowly downgraded to yellow and finally blue. Sixty turned his head away from you as he panted, his breath too uncomfortably hot for human skin as he attempted to cool his internal components.

Without a word he got up and went to the bathroom, returning with a warm cloth. He seemed almost shy as he cleaned you up, not speaking until he was done cleaning himself up as well.

“I suppose… I should go,” he said, avoiding your eye as he went to retrieve his pants. You stopped him by grabbing his wrist.

“You’re staying right here.” You tugged him back toward the bed and pulled back the covers. He didn’t get inside, his frown unsure. “Please?”

He didn’t move, chewing the inside of his cheek, and when you feared he might actually leave Sixty slid under the covers and pulled you in close. You hummed contentedly as you leaned your cheek against his chest.

“Plus,” you said with a smirk, “we still need to talk.”

Sixty groaned.

“Ugh. Talking.”

“Yes, talking.” You poked his side. “Babbling while you dick me down, doesn’t count.”

“Sure it does. I meant everything I said during the dick-talk.”

You ignored his attempt at a joke and pulled back to look at him.

“Everything?”

Sixty looked away, pressing his lips together into a thin line, but the adorable blush on his cheeks was answer enough.

“You love me,” you said, grinning. Sixty tsked and refused to meet your eye. “You really, really love me.”

Grumbling, he turned his head into the pillow. You didn’t know his face could even turn that shade of red. You grinned and rained down kisses on his exposed neck, merciless in your revenge.

“Sixty’s in love,” you sang, your fingers finding the spot just beneath his thirium pump regulator where he was ticklish. “Sixty wants to kiss me.”

“Shut up, no I don’t.” The effect of his words were lost by the fact he whined them into the pillow, drawing his limbs up so you couldn’t reach his tickling spots.

“You love me and you want to kiss me.”

“I-no-“ His voice warbled, glitchy with embarrassment, and this time you did laugh.

You also decided to grant him a reprieve and stopped tickling him, instead flopping half on top of him, taking advantage of the fact he’d curled into a ball. You could definitely get used to a softer, bashful Sixty, a side of him no one else got to see.

“So…” He cleared his throat like the suddenly awkward android he was. “Are you still going to see Connor on Friday?”

You broke into a wide smile. Oh, this was too delicious.

“What do you mean?” you asked, drawing a circle on his chest, dangerously close to the tickling spot of his regulator. “Do you think something would happen if I did?”

He managed to keep his expression closed, but the blaring red ring was a dead giveaway. You smiled and kissed him on the cheek, laughing when he made a face.

“You really are jealous.”

“I’m not—“

“Yes, I’m going to hang out with Connor. Because he’s my friend and I adore him. But that’s all it is, Six. Connor is not your replacement.”

That was his exact fear, and you knew that, because you knew him as intimately as you knew yourself.

He took a slow, steadying breath, and his LED finally cooled to a slow blue. You buried your face in his neck, smiling at first, and then letting the full weight of everything settle on your shoulders.

“I really missed you,” you said, suddenly quite serious. “I want you to stay. Not just for tonight.”

Sixty slowly uncurled his arms and looked up at you out of the corner of his eye. Hopeful but with a hint of wariness. You understood he had abandonment issues. His baggage with Connor and Hank, the manipulation by Amanda. He was terrified of letting people get close, and he compensated by being an insufferable jerk.

It was moments like these that revealed it was all a set of armor, made to protect him from being hurt again. It was one of the things you had to show him about living: being hurt was inevitable, but so was being loved, if he was willing to let it happen.

“I missed you too,” he said softly. The crooked little smile he gave was charming but also fragile. “And… I want to come home.”

He lifted his arm so you could snuggle back against his chest, and you did, breathing in that faint, silicone scent you associated with androids. It was one that used to make you happy, and lately had just brought you pain. You didn’t want to feel like that ever again.

“It’s going to take work. Real work,” you said. “We can’t just fuck our way out of it.”

His lips formed into a grin against your temple.

“We could always try.”

“Sixty.”

“Fine. Talk first, fuck you into a crying mess after.”

You closed your eyes and sighed, trying to pass off the sudden warmth between your legs as mild annoyance. Sixty could read you even without a scanner, so there was little doubt he knew the effect he had on you.

“And no more getting jealous of Connor.”

He grumbled like a puppy having his favorite toy taken away.

“And,” you raised your voice to be heard over his pouting, “you move back in immediately.”

Sixty flipped you on to your back, hovering above you with a grin like a shark’s.

“I agree to your terms. Shall we seal the deal?”

You nodded, unsure how he planned to do that. You were not disappointed when he leaned down and pressed his lips warmly to yours, one hand on your cheek while the other crept down your hip. Sixty smirked against your mouth as he dragged the tip of his cock against your entrance.

The bastard was insatiable, but at the end of the day, he was no one’s bastard but yours.

[calypsoff]

Sixty Eight.

Robyn has no shame; Robyn can be loud with sex and I know she can be, but she has been terrible. She has been loud with no shame, knowing her mother is in this home “you’re banned from sex” I said as I fixed my dick in my boxers “me? Why am I banned from sex, you should be happy you are having any of it” pulling a face at her “your mother is literally down the hall and you’re wailing out, that is bad. You can wait till your mother is gone home” pulling my sweatpants up “oh whatever, I wasn’t even that bad. You are just being dramatic, she probably didn’t even hear us” staring at Robyn just laid out in bed “we have been having sex since she has been here, I feel she knows. Your family is here, and you don’t care, I do though” Robyn shrugged “I don’t though, they are chose to stay here. Anyways, shouldn’t you be preparing for your event, I don’t know why anyone works with you. You literally haven’t done anything” she has a point “well that is not my fault I have people that like me, I don’t have to do anything. I am not sure about you though” walking around the bed “erm, where are you going?” she asked, “it’s like very early, we just went to sleep?” Pulling my top over my head “to get breakfast for the family, they are here, and we have to impress no matter what. Also, I just need to see TJ” leaning down and pressing a kiss to Robyn’ lips “right, ok” she frowned “I am not joking, I know you said I haven’t done much for this event and it’s true, so I need to see TJ as he has been here and helping. He is trying to show he means business and that he means what he says when he says that he wants to work for me, have some rest” pecking Robyn’ lips again “mhmm ok” she is too tired anyways to care, pressing a kiss to her bump over the sheets before going.

I pointed at TJ confused “hold up” then pointed at the stroller “yeah, he has been helping Uncle Chris with his event, he has been in California with me since. It was my time to have him, I spoke to Seiko and she said take him, even though I said I would be here for a while. She didn’t care” I am shocked “oh wow, hey there you little Chinese white man” TJ hit my arm “nigga” dapping him and then hugging him “it’s good seeing you, I just wasn’t expecting the boy here, I won’t get rid of you. You know that right? I know you’re like trying to prove a point and whatever” TJ waved me off “hey there fat man, you looking fly as hell today don’t you. Man he is extra chunky, I want to bite him” he is so cute “he fat as hell this baby, his diaper stank as hell too” makes me laugh because TJ is skinny as hell and Seiko isn’t fat, so this baby is just extra big for no reason “I am glad you can come out, I don’t even know what is happening. Like y’all set this event up and I haven’t even took interest which of course I do but still” TJ and I started to walk off, we aren’t going anywhere in particular, just a quick catch up “bro, your friendship with Tyga and Drake has boosted the hype for this because Cena reached out to them both and they promoted the event today, it’s a open shop with all your shit there, we will be an Instagram live just counting down to the relaunch and then people can come in and buy your shit too and just have a good time, I think Tyga is coming he said he can but yeah, should be easy work. You got fans?” pulling a face “how?” I am confused “they love you, look with your eyes bro, you have” I don’t really paid attention like that.

TJ son is adorable, he just fat as hell and I like that. Adding a caption to the IG post of his son ‘Fat man came to see uncle in AM’ pressing send on the post “he can be my daughter’ bodyguard, I like the muscles. He can sit on them” TJ hit my arm “wait, what? Rih having a girl” nodding my head “yeah, I am having a daughter, but I would have liked a son. So they can protect their sister you know, I like that. With Tootie I couldn’t do that because I was young, so I would have liked it but it’s ok. I guess I am just going to do that. Imagine if she is her momma’ twin?” TJ’ eyes widened “bro, you got problems, but Camron would be there for her cousin, you know that. They about to be best cousins, but don’t call him fat. He gets a little sensitive like that” I laughed out “oh wait, do not say anything about it. Nobody knows about Robyn having a girl” I keep forgetting that “I won’t, promise. I am happy for you but it’s going to be stressful. Women be hard as hell and then imagine a teenage daughter, bringing some little nigga home that is from the hood” rolling my eyes “don’t, I am getting the shudders. If she is anything like Robyn she is going to have me around her little finger, I am not ready for that TJ” shaking my head “all good though, tomorrow is your big twenty six!” he placed his arm around me “man, I am excited. Big things for the both of us, you know I got you” I have a busy few days “yeah, what you doing for your birthday? You never said” I shrugged “bro, I am kind of in the doghouse about a lot, her family is at my home so I can’t do shit but smile” TJ busted out laughing.

Monica has been making breakfast every morning for us so I thought I would bring in some breakfast for the family, I kind of regretted it because it cost me a lot, it was cheaper buying the groceries and making Robyn cook it “thank you so much Chris” Monica thanked me “it’s ok, I wanted you to relax for today. You have been doing a lot, Robyn on the other hand” Robyn nudged me “what are you doing for your birthday? I remembered, I didn’t actually. Someone, well a fanpage put up that it’s your birthday so yeah, what is you doing about it? You have been so quiet” putting my fork down smiling “erm, well I can’t be doing anything really because you know yeah. So home really” chewing on my bottom lip “erm, why what the hell you want to do huh?” Robyn questioned “nothing dear, I just want to sit here with you” Noella snorted laughing “the sarcasm is funny, Robyn he is telling you that you are keeping him hostage. Blink twice if you need help” she joked, I blinked twice and busted out laughing “the only thing he is getting from me is a birthday card” looking over at Robyn, she is going to torture me “yay, happy birthday to me” I mumbled “I am your gift am I not?” licking my top lip “mhmm yeah, I ain’t say that. I am just saying” Robyn is going to go above and beyond to make sure I don’t have fun “have you not had enough fun?” nodding my head “I have, I am thinking of going VA actually” I added “no you’re not” I looked down at my plate “ok” I mumbled, she isn’t going to let me do anything.

Noella keeps laughing at me and I don’t blame her because it’s laughable “boring birthday for Breezy awwww” I gasped “you are getting me in trouble here, anyways. So who is coming to my little event, Robyn has clearly uninvited herself” Robyn scoffed “so you are uninviting your baby?” I knew she would say that, sitting back in the chair “nah it can come, I just need to take it out of your womb” I grinned “I planted the seed there so yeah” Robyn and I are just annoying each other “you two are terrible but I am coming, Monica is babysitting Majesty so yay” I smiled wide “I am glad I have someone there that is so supportive” crossing my arms across my chest “you both argue a lot actually, last night Robbie you kept shouting ass a lot. Interrupted my sleep” I snorted laughing “ah god, I swear it’s your daughter. She has been very violent towards me and then she is shouting at me late at night too” I sniggered “nigga please, I swear he is a liar. That is all I am telling you all, I am going to get ready anyways. I am going to my ex-husband event” watching Robyn get up from the seat “her ass is big, damn” I slapped it “you are totally getting divorce papers on your birthday, just thought I would warn you” she is annoying me, so I am doing it back.

I am a little sad that I can’t do anything for my birthday, I just think it sucks for me because I am in California finally. I can just invite some of the friends over, have fun but now I can’t. I will be here in the home, but I deserve it I guess so it is what it is “y’all ready” locking phone looking up seeing my wife has cut my sweatshirt “really?” you can see the bump too, she is showing skin “who knew about these comfy maternity jeans, my god!” she seems pleased with herself but both Noella and Robyn have both been playing around with my stuff “you know what, you both look beautiful. Ready though?” I asked, Robyn nodded her head “let’s go, mommy! We are going now” Robyn shouted, “let’s see this place then, you told Rich?” Robyn asked and I shook my head “why do we need Rich?” I questioned, we don’t need him for this “uh right, you will regret that by the way” pulling open the door “you look nice by the way, I like the stubble on you” Robyn loves me really “thank you” I grinned walking to the SUV, I love annoying her and she loves annoying me.

I regret not having no bodyguard, I didn’t think it would be like this. This is crazy, a whole queue to get in “this is on you Chris, now get us out of the car” I sighed out, opening the SUV door and got out “oh my god, Chris!” these girls started shouting, it’s me why they shouting at me “what?” I said half laughing “can we take a picture” chewing on my bottom lip, seeing security at the door and my smile grew. A whole store, this is amazing “oh my god” like I feel emotional “bro! aye!” TJ waved at me, I waved him over “get the guy to come over, I need to someone to walk with Robyn” TJ put his thumb up, looking back in the car “you hear that, my man got fans now” shaking my head smiling “come, be careful” she is pregnant so I want her to be ok, helping Robyn out of the car “poppa, thank you” opening the car door wider and the shriek of screams pierced my ears, they moved from the queue to me “listen, move back ok. Just move back” the security guy finally came over “move out! Now” TJ is also making them move back “back to the queue now” I swear someone’ phone near knocked my hat off too “you good?” Robyn nodded her head “I am used to it” holding her hand as made our way “baby this is amazing, I thought it was a party? A whole store?” I smiled ever so wide “I feel emotional, amazing right?” Robyn cooed out “I love it, oh my god” she is proud of me, that is what I want, to make Robyn proud of me “wow, this is amazing. You see this, this is my man’ brand right here” she said to the camera guy that is here.

I am in shock; I can’t believe this “a store?” I questioned; Cena dapped me “I told you that there is a surprise behind this. I believe in the brand and I thought we open store and have Black Pyramid and also incorporate Pink Dolphin with it, and honestly to see the crowd. It’s worked out for us” nodding my head smiling so wide “this is my wife” I pointed “hi, yes. Pleasure to meet the queen herself” I know they have been dying to meet Robyn for a while in person “nice to meet you” Robyn shook his hand “and this is Neima, she is his business partner” Deja’ eyes lit up, I saw her and peeped her reaction “nah, I got to compose myself. Like this is, oh my god” she is so dramatic “Deja, you’re embarrassing yourself, honestly” she turned away “I can’t, I can’t do it Chris. Oh my god” she is so funny, moving back “this is Deja, the pain in the butt” she turned around “you’re literally my childhood” she is actually crying, I can’t believe my eyes “I love you so much Rihanna oh my god” Robyn laughed “I been telling him these people only want to work for you for me, come here girl” Robyn hugged, Deja yelped out “oh my gosh, you smell like heaven. Help!” I snorted laughing “Black Pyramid! Nigga, wow!” turning “you made it out here” hugging Mel “you know I got you, bit late I think but I arrived” hugging her close “we just come out here anyways, I am just amazed by it all myself” this is crazy amazing.

I don’t do interviews and I hate it but here I am “this is Instagram live” I pointed, turning my snapback around licking my top lip “yes, and these are the questions here. Like there is so many” squinting my eyes, there is actually too much “ok, let me ask the questions. I will read them out, you step back” Deja pushed me back as she crouched down “I can’t see shit, like they words on there. You know before anything, thank you all for rocking with me on this live” I thought I would say that “sexiest country nigga I have seen” I snorted laughing “that ain’t a question, but thank you baby” Deja is stupid “I am just growing your head, ok so when are you going back to drawing? I miss that” that is a good question “erm, soon. I have been busy, real busy with a lot going on. When I get back to my right headspace I will be going back to that” clasping my hands together “when are you going to make some slides?” Deja looked at me “soon but there is slides you can buy, them Fenty slides. Fellas if you want to be on your good side with your girl, get them. Take it from me, spoil her” I am still in the doghouse “is Rihanna your buggest muse” nodding my head “for life, she is everyone muse. You can learn a lot from Rihanna, she ain’t just a singer and I think people will realise that too” I knew Rihanna questions would come up “someone put, I have to say it. How do you get on Rihanna good side? She has the world?” Deja has to ask “erm, wow. How do I keep this PG” I busted out laughing “erm, I can’t” I laughed “I am joking but there is things that I can get and give Robyn, she loves gifts that are thoughtful” I can’t just say what I want to say on this.

Tyga really came out, this is dope of him “my nigga” dapping him “it’s been a while, declining my parties now” I laughed out knowing damn well I won’t be going to any “too much trouble” shaking my head “appreciate you coming for me, you didn’t need too at all” Deja came up to me “come and take some pictures” looking up at where she is posting, oh them girls that were outside “me, why me? Since when did I have anyone like me, I will be back bro” hitting his arm before walking off “serious?” I questioned “deadass, they been asking about you. They like you” chewing on my bottom lip, this is wild “what’s good” I have no idea what to do with his “I ain’t ignore you outside, I had to make sure my wife was good first. You know, so which one wants a picture” she giggled “what is your name baby?” I asked “Neka, you are so damn fine. Like in person, wow. And you tall” laughing it off “y’all want a group picture or single?” I think it’s single “selfie please” nodding my head “sure baby, we can do that” placing my arm around her shoulder “my snapback is crooked as shit” fixing it on my head “aight go on” I smiled at the phone “can I ask you a question, like please” moving back “sure?” I questioned “please follow me on Instagram” letting out an oh “I can do that, leave it with Deja. I will do it, come here” waving over the next girl, these are some teenage girls. I swear if they were grown ladies then I wouldn’t be this nice or be even hugging them “I ain’t your assistant, this nigga” she might as well be.

Making my way to Robyn, she been quiet “Breezy, quick picture” this female said, oh she fine “uh yeah” placing my arms behind me as I leaned in “who knew you had that many freckles” I smiled as she took the picture “well now you know, thank you” seeing Robyn with Camron “aye, you holding fatty. Watch him, he is breaking backs” Robyn rolled her eyes “who knew you had so many freckles” she mimicked the girl “now” I said laughing “that was petty, I am being good” she is actually being petty “mhmm, but how chubby has he gone. I said to TJ I want him, I am sorry, but he is so handsome. Look at him, he likes me” rolling my eyes “poor guy” touching his cheek “so what can I have for free nigga?” Noella asked, she really don’t care “for you, anything. I don’t mind” dapping Rorrey as he came up to me “where you been hiding?” I swear he is late “I was around” chewing on my bottom lip and then saluting the cameraman that came around again “I just want to say thank you to the Black Pyramid team, this wasn’t anything without them. And thank you for everyone coming out, this is going to be worldwide. Thank you to my wife” placing my hand on her shoulders “she out here supporting me, my godson and the whole gang. If it weren’t for y’all I wouldn’t be where I am, I am a little tipsy, a little. Thank you, god bless” pressing a kiss to Robyn’ cheek, I better appreciate this cause my birthday about to be boring.

Robyn is awake a little later then usual “grumpy as hell aren’t you?” Robyn is being an ass because she can be, I fucked up so it’s my bad and I deserve it “not really, I am going to bed though” Robyn looked at the clock “you hear that ladies, he is going to bed at this time. Aren’t you staying awake for your birthday?” I got up from the couch “it’s just another day, and you’re being very annoying” it is annoying me “awww ok grumpy” I have to kiss her because if I don’t then she will have a face on with me “aww Chris don’t go” Noella said “nah, y’all have fun” pressing a kiss to her lips “goodnight y’all, thank you for coming out tonight for me anyways” I said saluting them “you really going to sleep?” Rorrey asked, nodding my head “I will sleep, trust me” walking out of the living room “you’re actually evil, how you going to do him like that on his birthday. Miserable” overhearing Rorrey say “he had his fun, so what. That ain’t my problem, he will get his cake and card, next time he will really learn” rolling my eyes dragging my feet up the stairs.

[aphroditzy]

rules: answer 30 questions and tag 20 blogs you are contractually obligated to know better.

tagged by @pirncessleia thank u lovebug!

name/nickname: 'ate’ uh babygirl, princess. the usual!

gender: cis woman

star sign: taurus

height: 5′0″

time: 8:28pm

birthday: may 8

favorite bands: green day, uhhhhhhhhh 

favorite solo artists: um! sza, ariana grande, uh halsey, sabrina claudio, kiana lede !!

song stuck in my head: bright by julie and the phantoms lmao

last movie: lmao uh i don’t remember i don’t have the mental capacity for movies rn ACTUALLY it was 17 again on netflix

last show: netflix’s julie and the phantoms LMAO i’m exposing myself

when did i create this blog: uh maybe,,,, late 2014 or early 2015 idr

what do i post: idk whatever this WAS an rp blog and now i’m jsut myself

last thing googled: kelly kapowski outfits

other blogs: i have my indie @lovepctions

do i get asks: not frequently, but sometimes yes

why i chose my url: ditzy daughter of aphrodite !

following: 384

followers: 1878

average hours of sleep: 7-9 hrs !!

lucky number: uh 4 or 8 !

instruments: i used to play competitive concert band - first chair clarinet

what am i wearing: @pirncessleia EXCUSE ME UR OUTFIT IN THIS ANSWER KISS ME ! also i’m wear rainbow booty shorts and a navy blue tank top with a cute little lavender laced bralette picking out and my hair in a bun

dream job: sustainable clothing boutique owner !

dream trip: uh greece ig !

favorite song: yikes maybe edge of desire by john mayer (gross i just luv that song)

last book read: white tears, brown scars by ruby hamad !

top three fictional universes i’d like to live in: uhhhhhhhhhhhhh none idk maybe........... anything happy tbh??? like percy jackson, uh, that’s it 

idk i’m not gonna tag anyone unless they wanna do it tbh !!!!

[hypnoticcdan]

all of them go rn

okay bet you fuckin dork

1. what languages can you speak?

i can speak english and like a small portion of spanish cause duolingo

2. describe your ideal/perfect day?

idfk i never have perfect days

3. who do you love most in your life?

my partners and online/irl friends

4. what color are your eyes? do you like them?

brown and kinda ig

5. favorite candle scent?

i dont have one lmao

6. favorite type of flowers?

uhhhhhhhhhhhh dandelions cause i can blow in ppls faces

7. if you could smell like anything all the time,what scent would you pick?

DEATH

8. favorite constellation and why?

dont have one :)

9. what color is your favorite and why?

i have two favorite colors, purple and blue and cause they go well together imo

10. do you prefer the ocean or the mountains?

mountains cause if i fall and die it'll be less painful than drowning to death? idk but i fear drowning anyways 

11. favorite type of weather? describe it?

rain because i like sitting in the rain

12. what are you most passionate about in life?

idk man

13. favorite songs?

i have an entire spotify playlist its like 200+ or smth

14. what is your go to snack?

oreos and milk or chips 

15. chocolate or strawberry milk?

i prefer choccy milk

16. do you like journaling? if so,what do you journal about?

i dont journal

17. what are your biggest dreams in life?

as of right now, to meet my partners

18. what are your religious beliefs?

dont really have any??

19. would you rather have 100 kittens or 100 puppies?

is both an option,,

im kidding but i want 100 puppies

20. cotton candy or funnel cakes?

cotton candy ive never had funnel cakes

21. do you prefer hand holding or cuddles?

cuddles, i get nervous holding hands sometimes

22. favorite place in nature to be? describe what it looks like or post a photo of it?

uh, near a waterfall or smth

23. is there anyone you'd die for? who?

no

24. do you have any unusual fears? what are they?

i have a fear of balloons cause like,, i dont like when they pop

25. museum dates or aquarium dates?

idk uh museum seems better

26. favorite fruit?

APPLE

27. do you have long or short hair? which do you prefer to have and why?

short hair, id prefer to have like,, hair that goes a bit past my shoulders i guess

28. what makes you happy?

whenever someone dms me or gives me an ask yeeye

29. do you collect anything? if so what?

i collect EVERYTHING on ponytown

30. favorite sea creature?

axOLOTLS OR SEALS,, OR PENGUINS

31. talk about the person you love most?

we've been all friends for about 2 years and i grew a crush on them now we're all dating

32. favorite soda?

sprite is pretty cool

33. have you ever dyed your hair before? what color(s)?

no but i plan to someday

34. favorite emoji(s)?

👀 😳

35. how tall are you

like 5'2 or 5'3 

@luvuwite short haahaha

36. if you could travel anywhere in the world, where would you want to go?

to hell

37. favorite number

idfk uh 69,420

38. are you a night owl or an early bird?

i dont sleep tf

39. favorite holiday? how do you usually celebrate it?

uh i like when its other people's birthdays cause i wanna give them stuff to make them happy and it makes me happy knowing they're happy,,

but other than that i like christmas cause haha i get stuff i dont ask for!!

jokes aside i enjoy everything i get

40. favorite movie(s)?

i like ponyo its a nostalgic movie for me and uhh i like the lego movie (1 and 2)😳

[thecbastcn]

» • * — ( harry styles , cismale , he/him ) . i think i hear  the less i know the better  by tame impala coming from apartment 2611. doesn’t theodore baston live there ?? i heard they are a twenty-four year old tattoo artist from malibu , california , but they’ve been living in the apartments for two years . they come across a bit - scatterbrained and - flighty , but they also seem like they could be + sanguine and + empathetic . whenever i see them , i think of doodles etched into cool skin, 3% phone battery, uncertain um’s and uh’s filling the silence. oh , and don’t forget to follow them on instagram at @theobaston ! 

alright u guyssss, ig i just can’t get enough ... sdjkfsdkjh under the cut you can read up on my boy -- he’s kinda soft, kinda annoying, kinda clumsy... anywho here we goooooo

my big dummy, theodore – he usually associates theodore with being in trouble ?? so pls if you love the boy and don’t want him to think you hate him.. call him theo, teddy or ted !! 

he is the eldest of three. he has two younger sisters and he is the classic Protective older brother.

growing up was quite uneventful in the best of ways. theo had a pretty pleasant childhood. loving parents and a relatively healthy, happy family. he went through the normal awkward puberty phase, endured his share of teenage bullies, struggled his way through history & physics

while he was always quite close to both of his parents, his father and him bonded over their love of music at quite a young age. theo grew up knowing not to touch his dad’s vinyl as it was his sacred collection. still the boy would listen at any chance he got. hc theo layin in his basement floor listenin to all the oldies.

he had his own bond over music with his mother as well. as a young child she taught him basics on the piano – she wasn’t a teacher of any sort, but she taught him all she could until it was time to start taking lessons. piano lessons came first. he really wanted to jump right into guitar tbh, but he got looped into taking piano lessons. his teacher was stoked upon learning that theo had PERFECT PITCH. when he got to middle school you had to have a certain number of years in piano to take up percussion in his music class and guess who had those years of piano lessons under his belt !!! u guessed it theodore !!! this is where he developed big luv for the drums !!!

this boy has a niche for instruments. it didn’t just stop with the piano and drums. theo got his guitar lessons, went through a harmonica phase, he’s dabbled with a bass. he can write a melody better than he can write a text. the only problem .................. theo will not preform ANYTHING. he loves creating music, the production side, but doesn’t enjoy being up on a stage or preforming. catch him writing u a song but guess what ur never gonna hear it hehe

his drawings were never impressive -- at least not to him, he always just figured it was doodles and nothing more. on his eighteenth birthday, theo got his first tattoo and just like they say... you can’t just have one. theo would plan out what he would want to get done next, bringing his doodles into the artist, artists would ask him where he pulled the image from and were surprised when he said that he drew it. theo became a regular.

after graduating high school he took a year off, living with his parents and just working in malibu. theo was pretty lost with what he was going to do. his parents were so supportive regardless of what he wanted to do. that year he spent a lot of time drawing and as he was getting tattoos it all just kind of lined up. theo asked his artist about an apprenticeship, and while it took some convincing theo was taken on.

theo moved out to NYC two years ago, just when he moved into the apartments. he moved out here for a job in a local tattoo parlour.

tbh theo is an irresponsible mess most of the time.

he sleeps through his alarms – literally will wake up late in the afternoon every day, is constantly late to everything. all his closest pals know if u want theo to be On Time you have to tell him to get there at least a half hour before he really needs to be. on many occasions in his early twenties he was fired from his jobs because of missing shifts/calling out. 

maybe u could see this coming, but he’s pretty much a night owl. he’ll stay up into the wee hours of the morn dickin around and sleep the day away.

overall pretty loud and outgoing

is extremely flighty and unreliable when it comes to all things romantic. although it doesn’t FEEL like it to him, he’s actually pretty charming.

wanted connections:  definitely the BASICS ... friends : give him ALL the pals, a ride or die, a sibling dynamic, THIS, a confidant, um i really would love something based of THIS song... so.. pls look his way on the fire escape, only talk when their drunk/high pals, a neighbour he is probably constantly annoying bcos he’s being too loud, EXES:  on bad terms because theo probably fucked it up a lot, exes on good terms that are actually friends, maybe they went on ONE date and theo literally bombed it... i’m talking he was late, he spilled his drink on them, he forgot his wallet and probably said all the wrong things ...  hook ups/fwb, a tinder fling, maybe someone he can write music with, someone that will talk conspiracies with him, he needs some pals to get high with.. but honestly i would be so excited for literally any connection pls come plot with me !!!!

[1ddiscourseoftheday]

Thurs 31 Jan

Bell, Harry's Tokyo dog friend, posted a pic from a dog park with Harry, who looked like a delightful little tough guy posing in his cozy (gucci) jeans and puffy coat. It was taken on or before Jan 2, when another pic taken at the same time was posted. Wherever Harry is spending his birthday, I hope it's lovely and I know he loves his early gift from the fandom- the annual birthday charity drive reached its highest (harry) goal yet, $25,000 for Switchboard, the oldest gay and lesbian telephone help line in the UK! I think we can safely assume that Harry is very grateful for everyone who contributed so you should be happy, proud.

An alternate version of Liam and Rita Ora's For You, with strings, will be available Feb 14 which I'm excited about despite my absolute revulsion at the idea of celebrating a romantic holiday with a 50 Shades related box set. Liam attended a fancy Cartier event with Edward Enniful, whatever, but the place card featuring cartoon Liam with a leopard is probably my favorite fanart in ages so that's worth reporting, plus the pictures of him are SUAVE, like damn! I know it's Harry who's having a birthday but I had a real "oh god our boy is so grown" moment today and it was about Liam 100%! His virtual reality concert can now be watched in full by anyone willing to get the dumb VR app, lmk if they make good on their promise of "putting us onstage with Liam" though uh isn't that the way most concerts are filmed? Idk.

Niall's orchestra-accompanied Flicker will become available to stream tonight, which is good I guess since it seems like there have been some issues with shipping the physical copies and some international customers still haven't received theirs. People are real excited about him doing a possible collab with Diplo but is that a thing or were they just hanging out? Time will tell. He was papped in L.A. all sweaty, and he teased someone who was impressed by his ability to repost to his ig stories, LISTEN don't come at us for not running our updates Niall HUSH YOUR MOUTH. He also acknowledged thanks from a radio station for being a legend and "paying tribute to our Larry," hashtag #thankyoularry well, honestly #mood! Thanks captain!

[kittywolves]

1-200 if you want lmao If not then just your favourites

200: My crush’s name is: don’t have one tbh, not romantically anyway

199: I was born in: west virginia, 2000

198: I am really: dumb

197: My cellphone company is: idk man

196: My eye color is: blue w/yellow bursts but they just appear green if you’re not super close

195: My shoe size is: 7+1/2-8

194: My ring size is: 7+1/2-8

193: My height is: 5′5″

192: I am allergic to: sesame :T

191: My 1st car was: N/A

190: My 1st job was: N/A

189: Last book you read: uh, Percy Jackson? i think

188: My bed is: warm, cozy, full of plushies & cat fur

187: My pet: CALCIFER!!! 

186: My best friend: uh,, i don’t have one?

185: My favorite shampoo is: idk fruity scents that aren’t watermelon

184: Xbox or ps3: PS3

183: Piggy banks are: cute or terrifying, no in-between

182: In my pockets: my phone

181: On my calendar: birthdays

180: Marriage is: cute 

179: Spongebob can: CAN SPONGEBOB FINALLY END PLEASE

178: My mom: can go die 

177: The last three songs I bought were? uhh, i haven’t bought any songs,,

176: Last YouTube video watched: DrawingWiffWaffles newest video

175: How many cousins do you have? 1

174: Do you have any siblings? yes, 2 alive 1 dead

173: Are your parents divorced? no,,

172: Are you taller than your mom? around the same height

171: Do you play an instrument? no, but i wish i could play the harp tbh

170: What did you do yesterday? uh, i went shopping with my mother and then watched Futurama 

[ I Believe In ]169: Love at first sight: ? i dunno anymore

168: Luck: i guess so, yea

167: Fate: yea

166: Yourself: no

165: Aliens: YES

164: Heaven: yea

163: Hell: yea

162: God: ? yea?

161: Horoscopes: not really

160: Soul mates: YESSSSS

159: Ghosts: yep!!

158: Gay Marriage: %100

157: War: no >:(

156: Orbs: what

155: Magic: yep!!

[ This or That ]154: Hugs or Kisses: hugs pls

153: Drunk or High: never been either, both sound fun

152: Phone or Online: usually use my phone tbh

151: Red heads or Black haired: all are adorable!!

150: Blondes or Brunettes:  a d o r a b l e ! !

149: Hot or cold: uhm, comfortable warm,,

148: Summer or winter: SUMMER

147: Autumn or Spring: HALLOWEEN !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

146: Chocolate or vanilla: CHOCOLATE 

145: Night or Day: NIGHTTIME

144: Oranges or Apples: apples 

143: Curly or Straight hair: both are great!! i have slightly wavy hair uwu

142: McDonalds or Burger King: neither >:(

141: White Chocolate or Milk Chocolate: MILK PLS

140: Mac or PC: um, idc

139: Flip flops or high heels:  F L I P F L O P S

138: Ugly and rich OR sweet and poor: SWEET AND POOR PLS GIVE ME A KIND BAB TO LOVE @ UNIVERSE

137: Coke or Pepsi: coke !!

136: Hillary or Obama: obama!!

135: Buried or cremated: cremated so i can’t come back :’)

134: Singing or Dancing: i can’t do either :(

133: Coach or Chanel: ugh, coach ig

132: Kat McPhee or Taylor Hicks: who or who

131: Small town or Big city: i live in a city, but a town sounds nice tbh

130: Wal-Mart or Target: TARGET

129: Ben Stiller or Adam Sandler: what

128: Manicure or Pedicure: PEDICURE PEDICURE PEDICURE

127: East Coast or West Coast: i live on the west, so west

126: Your Birthday or Christmas: MY BIRTHDAY BC I GET TO PICK THE THEME !!!

125: Chocolate or Flowers: flowers die and give off the aesthetic but chocolates are delicious so both

124: Disney or Six Flags: i love disneyland it’s just SO EXPENSIVE and six flags is gr8 for the thrills, plus i currently have a pass so

123: Yankees or Red Sox: who? which sport is this[ Here’s What I Think About ]122: War: blehhhh no

121: George Bush: idk american presidents lmao

120: Gay Marriage: YES YES YES YES YES YES

119: The presidential election: ew

118: Abortion: i’ll allow it lmao, i don’t think it’s great, but ik people will still get it whether it’s legal or not so might as well legalize it. also some cases actually need it so like,, yea!! let it happen!! pro-choice!!

117: MySpace: never used it lmao

116: Reality TV: ew ew ew ew EXCEPT FOR COOKING SHOWS

115: Parents: mine or just in general? bc eh

114: Back stabbers: M U R D E R  T H E M 113: Ebay: lmao shipping expenses 

112: Facebook: haven’t used it in years, do use messenger tho

111: Work: i like wedding coordinating with my aunt!! that’s about all the work i’ve done, oh and i’ve babysat

110: My Neighbors: don’t know em, they probably think we’re crazy tho, always yelling

109: Gas Prices: too!! high!!

108: Designer Clothes: eh, clothes are clothes, and some clothes are ugly (a lot of times it’s designer clothes blehh)

107: College: i mean i guess

106: Sports: go team! hit the ball! score the points! woo

105: My family: dysfunctional,,

104: The future: nooooooooooooooooooo

[ Last time I ]103: Hugged someone: uhhhhh....

102: Last time you ate: uhm, around 4?? maybe?? it’s 7 now

101: Saw someone I haven’t seen in awhile: uh?? i never see anyone OH i guess on wednesday last week,,

100: Cried in front of someone: ???? idk??? i cry while everyone’s asleep usually

99: Went to a movie theater: last week !! um, thursday?

98: Took a vacation: uhh, february, early march? i went to ohio

97: Swam in a pool: uh, last monday 

96: Changed a diaper: um, not this year lmao, maybe last year tho idk

95: Got my nails done: ???? i dunno

94: Went to a wedding: last november?? or wait no,, uhm i dunno sometime recently lmao

93: Broke a bone: never! did drop one in water tho :/

92: Got a piercing: december!

91: Broke the law: ?? i don’t wear seatbelts when i sit in the back seat lmao

90: Texted: around two hours ago[ MISC ]89: Who makes you laugh the most: um,, my friends

88: Something I will really miss when I leave home is: MY KITTY BABY

87: The last movie I saw: missing link! the stop motion- i’m a wh*re for animation lmao

86: The thing that I’m looking forward to the most: changing my name, moving out, getting married & having a stable life :’)

85: The thing im not looking forward to: being stuck here forever and eventually kmsing due to stress and depression :’)

84: People call me: Kitty!! Kiki!! (birth name) karebear!! 

83: The most difficult thing to do is: exist within the same room as my mother without bursting into tears or storming off 

82: I have gotten a speeding ticket: nope

81: My zodiac sign is: Virgo! Viriborn for all you homestucks! and dragon in the animal one!

80: The first person i talked to today was: my dad :’) and then i messaged @deanilise even tho she was asleep 

79: First time you had a crush: uh, as far back as i can remember i had a “crush” on Daphne Blake :D but i was like a small child and didn’t know what love was so anytime i saw anyone who i thought was cool or pretty or i wanted to befriend i had a supposed “crush” on them :/

78: The one person who i can’t hide things from: i try to be pretty open, but sometimes i just wanna close off 

77: Last time someone said something you were thinking: yikes idk

76: Right now I am talking to: like talking to or talking to? for the first, just some group chats for the second, no one

75: What are you going to do when you grow up: i wanna be an artist! i would love to be a youtube artist, but i fear i’m not creative enough for such things.. i would also like to be able to tell my stories!

74: I have/will get a job: i dunno,,

73: Tomorrow: church

72: Today: overslept, did some chores, been online

71: Next Summer: hopefully i can go back to colorado to visit my brother !

70: Next Weekend: ugh, church activities & then actual church, as well as other easter festivities

69: I have these pets: baby kitty, and some dogs.... 

68: The worst sound in the world: FORK SCRAPING ON BOWL, ERASER SCRAPING ON PAPER, DOG’S SNORING, MY MOTHER’S VOICE WHEN I’M HAVING SENSORY OVERLOAD

67: The person that makes me cry the most is: my mother, she’s like the only person that makes me cry unless someone says they’re attempting and i can’t get through to them

66: People that make you happy: @onedirtysock @aliaitee @deku-is-tired @deanilise @awkward-scarfy-boi @fourth-best-jeanist @bnhaworld @bnhya @helloiliketits @trashyfxndoms

65: Last time I cried: last night oops

64: My friends are: (see 66) they’re all very nice & supportive which is amazing & i love them all dearly

63: My computer is: a MacBook air with a galaxy cover

62: My School: not in one but the one i’m gonna go to in the fall is just a community college

61: My Car: N/A

60: I lose all respect for people who: hate on anyone, racists, homophobes, transphobes, pedos, terfs, ableists, etc

59: The movie I cried at was: uh, i dunno, but i was crying abt futurama the other night

58: Your hair color is: orange-y with dark brown roots, supposed to be dyeing it soon :)

57: TV shows you watch: BNHA, HIMYM, Bob’s Burgers, TUA w/ @deanilise Futurama, The Simpsons, Fairytail, Runaway’s, Adventure Time, SVTFOE, etc

56: Favorite web site: Tumblr!

55: Your dream vacation: Ireland,, ofc i always dreamed of going to paris when i was younger, and Britain sounds cool too, & i’ve heard belgium is pretty && japan sounds fun && new york city sounds super cool as well so idk any of those places ig

54: The worst pain I was ever in was: uh, probably when i broke my arm, although i can’t remember it, i did used to get growing pains in my legs when i was younger & could hardly sleep so there’s that option as well

53: How do you like your steak cooked: medium or medium-well

52: My room is: messy, but it’s home & also warm

51: My favorite celebrity is: uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh i dunno

50: Where would you like to be: idk, in my bed ig

49: Do you want children: yea! i wanna adopt!

48: Ever been in love: uh, i thought i was, but it was just an intense crush on this girl lmao

47: Who’s your best friend: already answered this lmao

46: More guy friends or girl friends: girls,,

45: One thing that makes you feel great is: laughing, music, & seeing my friends

44: One person that you wish you could see right now: any of y’all would be great tbh

43: Do you have a 5 year plan: survive 

42: Have you made a list of things to do before you die: lmao no, 

41: Have you pre-named your children: uh, i have names picked out that i like, but idk depends how young my kid is when i adopt them, and even then idk if i could bring myself to change their name uwu

40: Last person I got mad at: my mother,,

39: I would like to move to: IRELAND OR SOMETHING I DUNNO I WANT OUT OF THIS GODFORSAKEN COUNTRY

38: I wish I was a professional: artist!! youtube maybe!![ My Favorites ]37: Candy: hmm, i like smarties, m&ms, gummy bears, & sweetarts

36: Vehicle: uhh, vw beetles? WAIT NO JEEP WRANGLERS I THINK

35: President: uh idk

34: State visited: the one i live in lmao, California :)

33: Cellphone provider: idk a lot about them

32: Athlete: N/A

31: Actor: eeeeeeee

30: Actress: eeeeeeee

29: Singer: Case! Patrick Stump!

28: Band: FALL OUT BOYYYYYYYYYYY

27: Clothing store: Hottopic

26: Grocery store: N/A

25: TV show: Arrow! Adventure Time! (ripip) i haven’t seen Arrow in a long time tho so idk if it’s still any good...

24: Movie: Heathers!!

23: Website: Tumblr,,

22: Animal: CATS

21: Theme park: DisneyLand! it’s just sooooooooo expensive ;-;

20: Holiday: HALLOWEEN

19: Sport to watch: Soccer!!

18: Sport to play: none

17: Magazine: i don’t read them

16: Book: The Hunger Games 

15: Day of the week: probably friday or saturday

14: Beach: uh, maybe seal? or hermosa?

13: Concert attended: i’ve been to exactly one (1) and i didn’t enjoy it bc it was for Ariana Grande

12: Thing to cook: well you don’t cook them but, COOKIES!!

11: Food: Ice Cream!! Burgers!! Mashed Potatoes !!

10: Restaurant: In-N-Out probably

9: Radio station: 98.7 alt radio 

8: Yankee candle scent: uh i dunno

7: Perfume: Vanilla Bean Noelle from bbw

6: Flower: daffodils 

5: Color: pink! purple! green!

4: Talk show host: no

3: Comedian: Bo Burnham or John Mulaney

2: Dog breed: Retrievers !

1: Did you answer all these truthfully? yes!

here’s my baby for reference & for putting up with all that

[mrsfredweasleywife-blog]

/Slams had on table/ ALL OF THE ICE CREAM ASKS!!!!

OK here we go Chocolate- when was you first kiss? 14 with my boyfriend at the time behind the bowling alley 😂 and my best friend was dating his brother ya

French vanilla- how old are you? 24 on the 22 of this month 😁

Cotton candy- three places tou want to travel to? London Germany and Japan

Strawberry- a language you wish you could speak? German

Coffee- favorite cosmetic brands? I don’t use any

Mint chocolate chip- indoors or outdoors? Both depending on the weather

Cookie dough- do you play any instruments? No sadly that talent didn’t get passed down to meRocky road- favorite songs at the moment? Stay the night by zedd&Haley Williams cover by rajiv dhall pretty much any Cover by rajiv dhall Butter pecan- favorite songs for life? My kinda of night by Luke Bryan idk so many Cheesecake- what’s your zodiac sign? Aries ♈Toasted coconut- the beach or the pool? I prefer the beach but since I don’t live near one I have to deal with the pool Chocolate chip- what's you most popular post? I just reposted it it's of Toms and matt's ig pic Bubblegum- books or movies? Both Pistachio- manga or anime? Neither I'm not into it sorry Salted caramel- favorite movies? Harry Potter hunger games the greatest showmen wonder woman a lotBirthday cake- favorite books? Harry Potter hunger games divergent a lot again 😂Moose tracks- favorite for manga? NoneOrange sherbet- favorite for anime? NonePeanut butter- favorite academic subject? History Black raspberry- do you have any pets? No Mango- when and why did yoy start you blog? April 22 of last year for more Harry Potter content Mocha- ideal weather conditions? A nice Cool breezy day in the fall Black cherry- four words that describe you? Smart nerdy fun loveable Neopolitan- things that stress you out? Not having a plan for the day or seculel hospitals being sick people asking to much of me that I can't handle Raspberry truffle- favorite kind of music? Country, pop, anything but screamo or opera Chocolate marshmallow- favorite brands of candy? I'm a diabetic but I do like milky ways the dark chocolate ones Toffee- a card game that your good at? Uno, phase 10, skip bo, any that aren't poker of any kind but I do have a good poker face 😉Lemon custard- do you eat breakfast? No I don't wake up early enough for that shitDark chocolate- turn ons? Any body like James Phelps 💕💙 Fudge- turn offs? Any one that miss treats a lady and doesn't have a personality like James Phelps 💕💙Peach- how do you relax? A nice shower or reading or watching movies Praline- a popular book you haven't read yet? Fifty shades of gray the selection Lord of the rings Superman- do you like sweaters? Like hoodies and zip ups yes but if they don't have a hood like Molly weasley sweaters then no Cherry- do you drink tea or coffee? Tea Dulce De leche- an instrument you wish you could play? Guitar Blackberry- have you ever laughed so hard you cried? Yes Ginger- a new feature you wish tumblr could have? Where you can react to the post differently like on Facebook with a heart or a sad face a happy face mad face laughing face or a like Blueberry lemon- favorite blogs? That's a long list I'll do a separate post for that Almond- favorite mean girls quote? Get in loser we're going shopping Butterscotch- what color are your nails right now? Plain Cinnamon- have you ever been confessed to? NoBlue moon have you ever had a crush on someone? Yes Cappuccino crunch- do you take naps? YES Mint- the most embarrassing thing you've ever done? OK this wasn't embarrassing for me as much as it was for my teacher but I'm middle school at the end of each year we had a water fight / party and I really didn't want to be in it my 7th grade year because in 6 grade it was boaring so I was sitting by the side my science teacher who was young and new first year of teaching like almost every girl was fall head over heels for him comes over to me and my best friend and ask why we aren't play in the water she looks at me and me and my big mouth say I'm on my period so I cant and she's keeping me company he got all red and was like uh oh OK and started walking away we started laughing so hard because she knew I was lieing and the the next year I we had him again for science in the same period and we wrote notes back and foth all the time but he never did anything because he was afraid I would embarras him again 😂😂😂 Brownie batter do you like sushi? Yes Key lime- where do you want to be right now? Universal studios because I didn't get to go when I was in cali because it was raining 😭Red velvet- do you wear prescription glasses? YesGreed tea- favorite flavors of ice cream? Peanut butter cup or vanilla bean or plain chocolate Sorry it took so long I was in cali of 4 days 💕💙

[iamyelling]

i am struggling.. there's this polycule that i have been getting to know, and i have been excited about it, like making friends! a friend group to join! insta-group right! but i'm finding they are very insular and clique-y and it's weird. i made a fricken fancy lookin chart just to keep track of it all bc it's so much lol

anyways, ugh it's kind of a story but ok. so i don't want to use names bc uh yeah. anyways good luck keeping track. ok so i went to seattle trans beach day which was a couple weeks ago now, posted about it on my ig story, a friend i haven't hung out with very much but am wanting to get to know better liked my story and we decided to go and meet up there. went, did that, was great. they invited us (me + annah) to go camping the following weekend. i was hella down, annah iffy. anyways we made it there. won't get into retelling all the moment by moment stuff. but our other friend was heading out bc they had work the next day so we hung out with them at camp, the group went on a hike, they left, group returned. that friend is peripheral to the polycule in complicated ways i won't get into just know that. friend that invited us is also peripheral. but so we were drunky playing games n stuff etc. other friend who we have known the longest, the one through whom we've met all the other people. oh gosh ok this requires even more backstory and context... uhh well they were having this College Party and we were planning on going and bringing our other friends (one i met in jr high, very good very close friend, and her bf) in efforts of joining the groups. but we cancelled last minute bc it appeared to actually be more of a makeout party, like yes college partying but also making out with everyone and games like that like not quite orgy levels. anyways. so we didn't go to that event and we the 4 of us just had our own drunk party just us lmao it was greeat

ok so they were like 'we're gonna do college party again!' and were like oh when to do it? and i was like oh well you could combo it with halloween (since they are always v busy and booked out, you know how poly folks are with the google calendars) and even combo it with my birthday! and mind you were just drunky n stuff. so we plan it all like hell yeah lets do it. then the next morning the friend checks in like yo do you actually want to do this like i know you backed out last time? and iwas like yeah totally

so we hadn't really talked about it then like the other day i text her like hey lets plan this party right and we were talking and ugh now it's all !!! ugh!!! i am confused and i just. why is it so weird!! we had a small game night with one friend the one that left camping early, we carpooled to the host friends house. and i was like please validate me is this crazy am i being a like ~poly phobic~ prude or something omg bc like they know this much better than me they have to LIVE it with the polycule all the time and being excluded and stuff. they and my friend who i was texting like sorta mostly broke up a while back and are living together but its weeeird. so yeah. and they were like yeah they totally agreed w me.

it feels like the polycule is so cliquey and incapable of like interacting in like friend-mode?? like as friends in a normal way.. thats the hot take i guess. like yes it's FUN but i was excited to have friends! a friend group! i am not trying to invalidate or ignore yalls relationships or anything absolutely not! i just .. am your friend? can we interact in that manner? would be dope lol. i want to add my 2 friends in and then i will be a happy happy clam

so we are like you kno wwhat! this sucks! we don't have to rely on them we will make our own stuff! so we're making our own chillcule. the partycule as they call themselves can go do their own thing.

i've explained it as like you know how it is being a third wheel? this is like.. you and your wife and possibly a friend or two as well are all third-wheeling an 8-person polycule. it's something!

i guess what's frustrating is i, like know me and annah are like a fuckin 'package deal' so much and we are stuck together at the hip a lot (i think for some valid reasons but that's a separate discussion l o l that i think the chillcule will help with) so i really try to be like accommodating of the other people we're hanging out with, not act super "couple-y", idk be inclusive, not excluding people, make people comfortable and be friendly if that makes sense! like be a good host mentality, regardless of like physical location lol right. and it doesn't feel like they do that. it's just about like partying and making out a lot? idk.. maybe i don't get it

[psychicwonu-blog]

When Skies are Gray

 A/N: Back at it again, trying out new writing styles. This is a longish one! I vaguely remember seeing something like this on ig a while ago, so I wanted to use that plot(kinda, partially) for this story. Also I’m not a doctor lmao so I apologize if anything is wrong! Anon, I hope this was sad enough for you. Writing this ripped my heart out.

Anon asked: “can i request something angsty/sad af for jisoo of SVT? i don’t really have much of a plot in mind, but i am in the mood to have my heart shattered ;)” honestly shmood

Group: Seventeen

Member: Joshua/Jisoo

Genre: AAAAAAAAAAAngst, non idol!AU

Warnings: Death, sickness, seizures, panic attacks, cursing, mentions of sex, just…sadness man

Rating: M

Word Count: 4.1k

This world isn’t kind. Joshua knew this. He knew that happiness wasn’t constant and that, sooner or later, his life would turn upside down, just as it did for everyone else. This world isn’t fair. He knew this, as well. The kind people, who spend their lives giving, are too often the ones who suffer. Crime goes unpunished, sickness untreated, greed swept under the rug. This world is unjust. 

Joshua saw you for the first time in the library of your college campus. You were both there studying for upcoming exams. He spotted you as soon as he walked in. Seated in the corner of the room, you were reading back and forth through your notes and your laptop. He sat down at a table a few rows ahead of yours, facing you. He took glances at you every now and then, laughing to himself every time he’d look up to see a different expression. The sixth time he’d glanced up, you were fading away behind a bookshelf. Joshua closed his Music History text book and walked in your direction. 

“First the staring, now you’re following me?” you whispered from behind him. Joshua jumped and spun around, facing you with pink cheeks. “Should I be worried?” you teased. 

“I…I-I’m sorry. I just…” he fumbled over his words, pulling at the collar of his shirt. You only laughed at his awkwardness and began walking away. Joshua called out after you, earning himself several glares from fellow students. “What’s your name?” he questioned. 

Spinning around on the heels of your sneakers grinning, you tilted your head to the side. “So you’re not like, some stalker or something?” you asked. He looked at you confused, and followed as you started walking again. “I mean, it’s good if you aren’t. But we take several classes together, Joshua. I’m a little hurt you don’t know my name.”

“I-we…?” he choked. You laughed once again at his awkwardness and sat back down at your table. 

“You can bring your stuff over, if you want.”

He loved you. Wholeheartedly, unconditionally, in every way. There wasn’t a day that went by where he didn’t tell you, either. The feelings Joshua had for you were unbreakable. Love like that isn’t easy to come by. Some say it’s only once in a life time. You meant more than that to him. You weren’t just some lucky one in a million, you were his everything. Joshua knew it was dangerous. To let a person hold your heart in their hands. To let them break you down or open you up. But when it came to you he didn’t care. The good, the bad, he wanted you to see it all. Joshua wanted you to know him. 

And you did. 

The second time Joshua saw you was in your Musical Theater class. You were seated in the back, reading some novel he’d never heard of, seemingly unaware of the events unfolding around you. He smiled, waving at a few of his friends, before sitting in the seat next to yours. 

“Hard to miss now, aren’t I?” you smirked, not looking up from your book. Joshua giggles and holds up a pen. You raise an eyebrow and stare at him. 

“You, uh, let me use this last weekend. At the library.” he says with a small voice. 

“That’s not my pen, Hong.” you state, taking it anyway. He bites his lip and nods, lowering his head. You turn your attention back to your book after saying, “You know, if you want to talk to me you just…can. You don’t need another reason.” to him.

“Okay.” he says, getting up. You scoff at his sudden burst of confidence, but you were unsuccessful in suppressing your grin. He doesn’t speak to you for the rest of the class, but you both steal glances at each other. The few times you caught him looking at you, you’d raise your eyebrows and point to the professor, signaling for him to pay attention. 

 Joshua never expected to let himself fall in this deep. Completely and utterly exposed to you. No walls, no guard, nothing holding him back from you. Of course he didn’t regret it, but if someone were to tell him just two years ago that he’d be head over heels in love at 23 he’d call them crazy. You never expected to fall for him the way you did, either. Hell, the last thing you expected to do in your senior year of college was find the love of your life. You hear stories all the time about college-sweethearts, but you and Joshua were more than that. A lot of times, those love stories end in early divorce because people don’t know each other like they think they do. Or they aren’t ready for commitment. As corny as it may sound, you were it for each other.

You two started hanging around each other more in the classes you shared. He’d sit with you, you’d sit with him. Some days you wouldn’t talk at all, but soon enough your friendship made its way outside of school. Joshua was funny, even when he wasn’t trying. From bad puns to odd expressions, you were always laughing at him for something. 

“What did the pirate say on his 80th birthday?”  Joshua asked, almost laughing himself. You already knew the punchline, but seeing his eyes light up and crinkle at the sides made your heart swell. 

“I dunno, what?” you mused.

“Aye, matey!” he said, laughing even before the words left his lips. Truthfully, you’d heard the joke enough to not think it funny anymore, but you laughed anyway. Mostly because Joshua had quite a contagious laugh. 

“You’re awful, Josh. That was awful.”  giggling, you shoved his arm with your shoulder. 

“Get it? I’m 80? Comedic gold!” he exclaimed. You rolled your eyes at him. 

“Jokes aren’t funny when you explain them.” you stated. He ruffled your hair and then pulled your hand into his. Your cheeks went pink as you stared down at your intertwined fingers. You hadn’t even noticed, but you’d been holding your breath. 

“Is this okay?” Joshua asked, looking over at you. Nodding, you smile up at him.

“Yeah. Yeah, I like it. It’s nice.” you say shyly. He gives you a toothy grin and squeezes your hand. That was the first time he held your hand. God, the setting was perfect, too. You were walking, side by side, in Han River Park. You were admiring the moon and city lights reflecting off of the still water. It was supposed to just be like every other time you’d hung out, but that night was different. The way you’d look at each other, the way you spoke. That was the night he asked you out. You’d originally been upset because you wanted to ask him, but the night was perfect. 

It started to rain, lightly, but nonetheless. Joshua cursed under his breath, but you held out your free hand and looked up to the sky. Joshua looked over at you with a confused smile. You felt him staring. 

“What? I love the rain.” you defended yourself. Joshua laughed. 

“We’ll get sick.” he argued. You looked at him and shrugged.  

“We’ll take care of each other. Live a little, Hong.” you teased. He bit his lip and nodded, then reaching out his free hand and looking up to the sky.

Things were almost always perfect with Joshua. And how you’d gotten so lucky to have many more moments like these with him will forever remain a mystery. 

He isn’t confrontational. At least not to the degree that most people are. He doesn’t like conflict, nor did he like arguing with you. Fights in your relationship were rare. You’d usually talk things out in a healthy manner, voices never reaching a yell. But, like in any relationship, fights were inevitable. Joshua was more often than not the one to apologize first. He couldn’t bear to stay mad at you, even if you were the one in the wrong.  

“I don’t know why this is such a big fucking deal to you, Joshua!” you shouted at him, slamming his bedroom door behind you. You stormed through the hallway of his small apartment, heading for the kitchen. Just as you sat down at the table, you heard Joshua’s bedroom door open and close again, followed by heavy footsteps. He walked into the kitchen , rubbing his temples. 

“Y/N, we’ve been together for a year, come next month. Explain to me why it shouldn’t be a ‘big fucking deal’ that you didn’t tell any of your family about us.” he said, calmly. Too calm for your liking. And the fact that he cursed made you even more uneasy. It wasn’t like Joshua.

This fight started over an overheard skype conversation between you and your parents. They had been asking you to come visit, updates with school, if you were seeing anyone. You didn’t give any straight answers. It hurt Joshua that you had never mentioned him to your parents.

“Joshua, my family…you don’t know them.” you explained. He shook his head, laughing in disbelief. 

“And you don’t see a problem with that? I should know them, Y/N. I mean, Christ, you know everything about me. All of my family.” he argued. You stood up, walking over to him. 

“I can’t just tell them. I couldn’t when you asked me out, I couldn’t after a few months, hell, I couldn’t a month ago.” you sighed. “And I can’t tell them now. They wouldn’t understand.” Joshua turned away from you and ran both hands through his hair, tugging at the roots a bit. He then turns back around and throws his hands up in a questioning way. 

“They wouldn’t understand? What would they not understand?” he shouts. You flinch at the volume and tears threaten to spill. You hated these moments. Joshua wasn’t like this. You weren’t like this, either. 

“How I feel about you, Josh. They wouldn’t get it! They’d tell me I’m too young to be this in love.” you yelled, raising your voice to match his. “God, and had I told them the day I fucking realized how I felt…they would’ve just called me foolish.” you finished, with a small voice. You were crying now, and Joshua looked as though he were on the verge of tears too. 

“Why won’t you just open up to me?” he asked, walking closer to you. He grabbed your arms, and started to rub circles into your skin with his thumbs. “Let me in.”

You shake your head, tears falling onto the rug as you look down at your feet. Sighing, you meet his eyes again, letting out a single sob. “Because, I’m not you, Joshua. I’m not…you.”

Walking back to his bedroom, you wipe your cheeks. You resented fighting with him. All you wanted to do was take it all back. And for your parents to not be how they are. Joshua followed you, calling your name a few times. As you  walked up to the bed you grabbed your pillow. Then, walking to the closet, you grabbed a spare blanket. 

“Y/N, what are you doing?” he asks with a sigh. 

“I’m going to sleep. I’m tired.” you respond. His shoulders drop, telling you that it’s only 9, but you ignore him. You walk out of his room, heading for his couch. You were mad enough to not want to sleep in the same room as him, but not mad enough to leave altogether. His couch isn’t exactly comfortable to sleep on, but you couldn’t change your mind now. 

It didn’t take him long to sneak into the living room, laying down on the edge of the sofa and snaking his arms around your waist. He gently kissed your jaw, then your neck, then began apologizing.

“I’m sorry, okay?” he says, reaching a hand up to play with your hair. You relax into his hold and crack. 

“I’m sorry, too. I love you.” you say, turning so that you’re facing him. He smiles at you and kisses your cheeks, then your lips, dragging his hand from your hair down to your hip.  

“Sleep with me.” he requests. Your eyes shoot open and you shake your head.

“Make up sex isn’t healthy, Hong.” you argue, turning away again. He laughs into your hair and holds you closer to him. 

“No, I mean like…come sleep with me in our room.” he explains. ‘Our room” you repeat in your mind. You sit up and kiss his forehead. He stands, and then pulls you off the couch, then pulls you into the room.

“Will you sing me to sleep, Josh?” you ask, though your voice is muffled due to your face being crammed into his chest. He inhales a deep breath and utters an “mm” before running his fingers through your hair. 

“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy, when skies are gray. You’ll never know dear, how much I love you. Please don’t take my sunshine away.” he sings softly. You’re asleep before he can finish the song. Joshua laughs at your squished cheeks and begins drifting off. 

Knowing everything about a person isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. There are some things that should be left unsaid. Secrets that should be kept. Right? Joshua didn’t see it that way, in fact, he was furious you neglected to tell him about your cancer. Any significant other would be. It isn’t usually the type of thing you forget to mention or leave out. He saw some of your emails from a few doctors who were offering you new medication to try. You had your reasons, all of which he didn’t personally understand. But, when you had ended up in the hospital due to shortness of breath, then no breathing at all, Joshua was only terrified. 

“You…you have…” Joshua whispers as you walk into the room. You look up from your phone to see him seated in front of your laptop, tears running down his face. Stopping in your tracks, you squeeze your eyes shut.

“Josh,” you say. “What did you see?”

“You…you have ca-cancer.” he cries. He puts his face in hands to cover his sobs. You break down, too. 

“Joshua I-” you try to apologize but he cuts you off. 

“Why? Why did you not tell me? How could you not tell me? Y/N I…I’m me.” Joshua still had hot tears running down his cheeks, onto his chin. He looked at you, waiting for an answer. You couldn’t find anything to say. “So that’s it? I don’t get an explanation? Nothing?” he says angrily, walking away. 

“Josh, please.” you cry, grabbing his arm. He pulls away from you, telling you not to touch him, and keeps going. You fall into the chair next to you and pull your shirt into your fist at your chest. Your breathing became sporadic, and your lungs felt like they were burning. You began to shake, feeling every beat you heart made, pounding against your chest. You tried your breathing exercises you’d do when you had panic attacks, but they weren’t working. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t catch your breath.  

“Josh. Please.” you tried calling out for him between short breaths. He didn’t answer, and it only made you feel more pressure. Soon enough, you lost all control of your body and started to collapse. 

Joshua ran back into the room when he heard you fall. He initially thought you’d started to throw things or…just anything other than what had actually happened. He entered the room, seeing you laying on the floor, shaking on your back. Joshua had no idea what was happening. He couldn’t get you to respond, despite your eyes being open. He called 9-1-1 and explained the best he could. You had stopped shaking by the time the ambulance arrived, but your eyes were still wide open. The EMTs ran into your shared apartment of three months and took you from Joshua. They got your body onto the stretcher and pushed you to the vehicle. 

“Sir, what you explained sounds like a seizure. Can you tell me about their medical history? Do they have epilepsy, any known tumors, anxiety disorders?” one EMT asked Joshua. She looked over at him as she held an oxygen mask up to your face. He looked at your unconscious body and began crying again. “Sir!” she yelled. 

“I…they…they uh…they have th-thyroid cancer…that’s all I…” he said softly. The EMT nodded and began conversing with the other technicians around her. One of the drivers said you’d arrive at the hospital in about 10 more minutes. They went by so slowly for Joshua. Every second he saw you laying there, going in and out of consciousness, with that mask on your face was like torture. He felt like he was to blame. ‘I never should have left them there alone after finding something out like that.’ he thought to himself. All he could do was stare blankly down at the floor of the ambulance.

“They’re crashing!” shouted the EMT who’d been directly by your side the whole ride. Joshua looked up from his hands. 

“What? Crashing? What does that mean?” he questioned as another technician shuffled to the back. 

“Start compressions.” he heard the woman say. Soon everything became background noise as he lost himself in his thoughts. 

Joshua stayed by your side, day and night, neglecting to take care of himself. The one time he did leave, he came back to find three doctors resuscitating you. He didn’t want to be away if another scare like that happened. Your cancer had progressed significantly in the months following the last surgery you had, two years ago. It wasn’t supposed to be like this, that surgery was supposed to buy you time. Save your life. Of course, hardly anything goes as planned, especially when you’re terminally ill. It’s all just a matter of time. 

Your eyes fluttered open slowly, and you winced at the bright light shining through the curtains of the hospital window. Looking around, you saw flowers, get well balloons, and cards scattered on the tables in the room. Joshua was leaning over onto your bed from his chair. His hair was a mess, becoming greasy at the roots. It pained you to see him like this. His head started to move due to your shifting on the bed. 

“Hey,” he said, grabbing your hand. You squeezed his palm and started to cry. “shh, shh baby it’s okay. You’re gonna be okay.” he cooed, trying to calm you. 

“Josh, I’m so sorry, I should’ve…I should’ve told you, but I,” you whined, tears rolling out of your eyes. He shook his head, rubbing your hair and kissing your forehead. 

“It’s okay. You don’t have to explain anything, alright?”

“I didn’t know how.” you explained. He sighed and nodded in an understanding way. Soon after, two doctors came in with worried expressions. Expressions you were all too familiar with. 

“Y/N,” one doctor started. She looked down momentarily, then spoke again. “when we removed a portion of your thyroid, we’d thought we’d caught it all, or at least most of it. I mean it was a miracle that your voice has survived the surgery, and the medications we put you on seemed to be working…” she explained to you. Her eyes were sad. You knew there was bad news to come. You just wanted to get it over with. 

“But?” you asked. Her colleague stepped forward and removed his glasses after looking at your chart. 

“But, the cancer has spread to your chest, lungs, and portions of your throat. Which is why you’ve been having difficulty breathing. This didn’t happen for the first time a few days ago, did it?” he pried. You shook your head and looked down at your hands. Joshua was staring out of the window, steady streams of tears flowing down his cheeks. 

“The masses weren’t showing up. They didn’t seem to even be there…until…” the woman said again. Dr. Park was an excellent surgeon. She had been your doctor since you were diagnosed. As excellent as she was, she always had a difficult time delivering bad news. 

“Until it was too late to save me?” you asked with a blank expression. Joshua broke down, his sobs were the only sound in the otherwise silent room. You didn’t have it in you to cry. You were the one that let it get this far. You could’ve told Joshua. You could’ve come back the moment you noticed things getting worse. You just wanted things to be normal. You wanted a happy, normal life with Joshua.

“Truthfully, Y/N, with the way things look…” the male doctor spoke up again, walking up to your bedside. “There isn’t much we could’ve done either way. We’ll come back and talk about treatment options, okay? We’ll give you two some time.”

“Thank you.” you said, voice cracking. Joshua looked at you for the first time since the doctors had been there. What were you supposed to say to him?

“I’m sorry I walked away from you.” he said, grabbing your hands again. You shook your head. 

“This is not your fault.”

“I know. I know, but I…shouldn’t have left you either way.” he cried. Your heart hurt to see him like this. Crying, broken, all because of you. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t let you know me like I should have.” you apologized, referring back to one of your first serious fights. Joshua shakes his head, smiling a broken smile, and kisses the back of your hand. 

“Oh, I know you.” he said softly. “No matter how hard you fought to keep yourself locked away I always ended up right here, eventually, one way or another.” he whispered, tracing lines over your heart. You couldn’t hold back your tears. They spilled out uncontrollably, sob after sob leaving your throat, burning from the rawness.

“Shh, Y/N, it’s okay. Shh.” he cooed, trying to calm you down. It wasn’t helping so Joshua sang to you. 

“You are my sunshine,” he started. Your breathing slowed.

“my only sunshine.” the familiar tune eased your heart.

“You make me happy,” he sang.

“when skies are gray.” you began to hum along with him, hoping to ease the burning in your chest. 

“You’ll never know dear, how much I love you.” he sang softly. Your heart was at ease, but your body had plans of it’s own. You started to seize again, and not knowing what to do, Joshua tried to hold you tighter to steady your body. 

“Please don’t take…my sun…shine away” he sang through his tears. Two nurses came rushing in as he finished the chorus. One of them pressed a button on the wall behind your bed and shouted “Code Blue!” as they began trying to resuscitate. All Joshua could hear was a continuous sound that pierced his heart. The nurses were trying to get him to leave the room, but his body felt stuck. As soon as he was out of the room, he watched from the window was the doctors and nurses tried to bring you back. 

Life without Y/N. After Joshua met you in the library of your college campus, he never thought he’d have to think of what that’d be like. He thought he’d grow old with you after he’d gotten to know you. Things were perfect between you. Even when you fought. It’s like he couldn’t stand to be away from you, especially when you were angry. And, of course, you’d felt the same way about him. You were it, as was he. More then just some lucky one in a million, more than young love. 

Joshua never prepared for this. He didn’t know how, he didn’t know he’d ever have to. It never crossed his mind until that day you collapsed, but even then he didn’t have time. It felt like everything around him was moving at warp speed, but his body was stuck in slow motion. 

This world isn’t kind. Joshua knew this. He knew that happiness wasn’t constant and that, sooner or later, his life would turn upside down, just as it did for everyone else. This world isn’t fair. He knew this, as well. The kind people, who spend their lives giving, are too often the ones who suffer. Crime goes unpunished, sickness untreated, greed swept under the rug. This world is unjust. 

He believes in the afterlife. He believes, deep down, that you’re still with him, and that you always will be until he meets you again. But being sat at your grave, changing the flowers every so often, he finds himself cursing his God. Resenting Him for taking the one thing he was sure about. You didn’t deserve this life. You were kind. The type of person who always put themselves last. Joshua didn’t know how to understand why this happened. But truthfully, does anyone? 

When the sky darkens and rain starts to fall, tears form in his eyes. His breathing becomes steady and he holds out one hand, looking up at the sky.

“Y/N.”

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I Know Your Wife (She Wouldn’t Mind) - Part Thirty-Seven

Summary: You return to find your family in a state of panic, reminding you that they still consider you a flight risk. Words: 5.1k Jared x Reader x Gen, Jensen, Dallas (OC) (mentioned Danneel, JJ, Tom, Shep) Warnings: mild angst, a lot of fluff, links for reference Beta: @blacksiren

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“Y/N’s gone.”

Gen took a step back, her hands dropping to her sides.

“Wha- what?” she asked, blinking in confusion. “It’s her birthday.”

“I know that,” Jared sighed, wiping his cheek. “I know.”

Gen picked up her bag and made her way inside, Jared closing the door behind her.

“When did you last see her?” she asked, making her way through to the kitchen where Jensen was pacing nervously.

“Last night,” Jared answered as Gen greeted Bailey, the poor dog having no idea what was making everyone act so strangely. “By the time my alarm went off this morning, she was gone. She’s taken Dallas, left no note.”

“Her phone goes straight to voicemail,” Jensen added, leaning against the counter. “She hasn’t replied to texts.”

Gen swallowed as she looked between the two men, concern practically radiating from them and filling the room.

“She could’ve just gone for a walk,” Gen tried to reason, and Jared shook his head.

“She would’ve taken Bailey,” he reminded her.

“Surely she’d have taken her if she was running away?” Gen questioned, absently petting the dog. “She practically begged to get a dog - and this house, too. It doesn’t make sense for her to leave it all behind.”

Jensen was worrying his lip, and the habit caught Jared’s attention.

“What?” Jared asked. “What do you know?”

“It’s nothing,” Jensen sighed, rubbing his temple. “Dee said someone said something at the Family Business table. Something about being surprised that Dits was a part of it.”

“You’re kidding,” Gen breathed, leaning against the wall. “After everything, they’re still trying to get her to prove herself?”

“It’s bullshit,” Jared exploded, bringing his fist down onto the kitchen island. “Every time we’re building it all back up, gaining her trust, shit like this happens. Just when she’s feeling like part of the family, someone tries to make her into an impostor. God, some fans suck.”

“I didn’t think she let it bother her,” Jensen sighed. “Gino said she handled it well and just carried on.”

“Maybe it was bubbling,” Gen murmured, running a hand through her hair as she pulled out her cell. “I’m gonna try her again.”

Just as she lifted her phone to her ear, the three of them were startled by the sound of keys in the lock of the front door.

“Y/N,” Jared breathed, rushing back through the hallway.

You pushed open the door, bumping Dallas’ stroller up over the threshold and frowning at the sight of Jared - still shirtless with messy hair and a slightly heaving chest.

“Y/N,” he whispered, leaning down and pulling you into a hug, his face buried in your neck. “God, Y/N. I love you.”

“I love you, too,” you laughed slightly as you pulled back, looking past him to see- “Genevieve? Oh, my God. What are you doing here?”

You grinned as you moved past Jared to hug her.

“Birthday surprise,” she murmured, kissing back as you pressed a chaste kiss to her lips.

You pulled back as Jared closed the door, lifting Dallas out of her stroller and holding her close.

“Don’t ever do that again, please,” he murmured, looking directly at you.

You frowned again, looking between him and Gen.

“What?”

“You left, in the middle of the night for all we knew,” Jensen explained, leaning against the doorframe that lead to the kitchen. “No note, nothing. And you didn’t answer your phone.”

You cringed, realising what it must’ve looked like.

“Y’all thought I ran away, huh?”

Jensen sighed, shrugging in a ‘what were we supposed to think’ kind of way.

“Where did you go?” Gen asked, and you laughed softly.

“Uh… Lemonade,” you answered, walking back to Dallas’ stroller and picking up the bag that you’d hooked onto the handle.

“The gluten free bakery?” Jared frowned, still holding your daughter against his bare chest.

“Yeah,” you confirmed, biting your lip.

“Kiddo… We’ve got you a cake,” Jensen murmured, and you laughed again, awkwardly this time.

“I know, I just,” you shrugged, looking down at the bag in your hands. “Habit.”

They were all looking at you in confusion, and you sighed softly.

“Can you go and get my shoebox?” you asked Gen, walking towards Jensen. “And come back to meet us in the kitchen?”

“Of course,” she agreed, her hand brushing across your back as she walked towards the stairs to retrieve the box.

Jared followed you and Jensen into the kitchen, where you sat at the island and pulled a small box out of the plastic bag.

Jensen took a seat next to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and kissing your cheek.

“Leave a note next time, huh?” he murmured, and you laughed softly.

“I didn’t realise you all still think I’m a flight risk,” you replied, quiet enough that it was just for him. “I wouldn’t leave without telling you.”

Jensen searched your eyes, frowning softly.

“But you would leave?” he questioned, keeping his voice low so Jared wouldn’t hear.

“I didn’t say that,” you murmured. “I didn’t…”

“Okay, shh,” he whispered, kissing your temple. “It’s alright. It’s your birthday.”

You laughed softly, pulling away.

“Twenty-freakin’-one,” you breathed, smiling across at Jared where he was crouching with Dallas, letting her reach for Bailey. “This year has been crazy.”

“Crazy good, I hope,” Gen interjected, holding your shoebox as if it was fragile as she entered the room.

“For the most part,” you agreed as Jensen got to his feet, letting Genevieve take his place beside you.

“You gonna tell us all why you woke up at the ass-crack of dawn… to go to a bakery?” Jared asked, pulling up a stool and sitting at the end of the island.

“Yeah,” you smiled softly, opening the shoebox to retrieve a single, half-melted, orange birthday candle and small box of matches before closing the lid again.

You pushed the shoebox away, everything else in there was a story for another time, and opened the small bakery box in front of you.

“Alright, get ready for some super depressing storytime fun,” you joked, earning a tut from Jensen as you tried to make light of a serious situation. “Sorry.”

You gently lifted the Chocolate Campfire cupcake from the box, resting it down on the cool countertop.

“Y’all know my birth mom never gave me a birthday. The only real birthday I got was my sixteenth,” you murmured, pressing the candle through the toasted Italian meringue and into the cupcake. “The first year I had money, I woke up early and bought myself a cupcake. I got this candle, and these little matches, and I took it all home before my mom had even woken up. It was… I guess I wanted to celebrate my birthday, even if she didn’t care. So I lit the candle, made a wish, and finished the cake before she had time to come downstairs and tell me off for spending money that could’ve gone to her.”

You pushed your hair behind your ear as you looked down at the little cake.

“I found Lemonade last year and nobody noticed me leave set in the morning,” you shrugged. “Nobody knew it was my birthday.”

“You didn’t tell us until like a week later,” Jensen reasoned. “We’d have celebrated with you if we knew.”

“I know,” you smiled sadly up at him. “This was always just… I don’t know. A personal thing.”

You cleared your throat, your fingers fiddling with the matchbox.

“I kind of thought that you’d all still be in bed when I got back,” you told them. “That’s why my phone was off. Just some me time.”

You reached over to stroke Dallas’ cheek with the back of your finger.

“Us time,” you corrected.

“We can leave you to it-”

“God, no,” you interrupted Gen, laughing slightly. “I didn’t know you were coming. I’d’ve waited.”

She smiled, taking the matchbox from you and lighting the candle before leaning in for a soft kiss.

“Happy birthday,” she murmured as she pulled back, and you smiled at her before looking at Jared and Dallas.

“Make a wish, Mama,” Jared told you as you closed your eyes and blew out the candle.

When you opened your eyes, to see Jensen watching you expectantly.

“So,” he probed. “What did you wish for?”

“Can’t tell you,” you winked. “Can you grab a knife? And a plate.”

He did as you asked, and you carefully peeled back the cupcake casing before placing it on the plate and slicing it into quarters.

You pushed the plate to the middle of the island, motioning for everyone to take a piece.

“Y/N-”

“It’s gluten free,” you reminded Gen. “It’ll fit with your diet week.”

“That doesn’t start until tomorrow,” she laughed slightly. “But that’s not the point. This is yours. Your tradition.”

“It was mine because I didn’t have anyone that I wanted to share it with,” you assured her, nodding to the plate again. “Now I want to share it with you.”

“You’re sure?” she clarified, and you rolled your eyes as you picked up a piece and held it up to her mouth.

Gen took a bite before lifting her hand to hold the other half as she chewed.

“Go on, boys,” you told Jared and Jensen as you picked up your own piece. “Cake for breakfast.”

“It should be your birthday more often,” Jared joked as he took his first bite, moaning disgracefully at the taste.

“You’re just saying that because then you could get over your stupid age hangups,” Gen told him, swallowing her her mouthful.

He nearly choked on his bite as Gen shrugged, licking some meringue from her thumb.

“I’m twenty-one, now,” you laughed slightly, disbelieving. “All kindsa legal.”

“Damn right,” Gen winked, getting to her feet and kissing your temple. “It’s all fun from here out.”

“Gross,” Jensen complained, pulling a face.

Gen just grinned at him, carefully putting the candle and matches back into the shoebox.

“I’m gonna take my bags up and tuck this back away,” she told you, kissing Jared and squeezing Dallas’ little hand before she picked up her things and left the room.

“You guys knew she was coming?” you asked, as you brushed the crumbs from your hands onto the plate.

“Mhm,” Jensen confirmed. “She’s got a whole day planned, I’m pretty sure.”

“She wants to make this your best birthday ever,” Jared added, and you laughed softly, taking Dallas from his arms and kissing the soft hair at the top of her head.

“She only really has one to compete with,” you reminded them, bouncing your daughter. “And it’s already the best.”

Jensen raised an eyebrow over his shoulder as he washed his hands, turning back around and wiping his hands on his pyjama pants.

“Yeah?” he asked, and you nodded. “How so?”

You smiled, leaning against Jared as he wrapped his arm around your waist.

“I have a family,” you explained, earning a kiss to your shoulder. “What more could a girl want?”

Your day was incredible.

Once Jared and Jensen had got dressed and Gen had showered and changed out of her airplane clothes, Gen made you a cup of coffee and lead you through to the front room to sit.

Gen was holding Dallas - keen on hugging her as much as possible as the two weeks apart were apparently too much for her - as the boys made their way downstairs.

You nearly choked on your coffee as they appeared in the doorway, gifts stacked high in their arms.

You put your cup down, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.

“Guys-”

“If you say something stupid like ‘You didn’t have to’, I’m kickin’ your ass,” Jensen told you, and you laughed softly. “Kiddo, it’s your twenty-first. Plus, it’s your first birthday as my daughter and as a part of their family. Let us spoil you.”

You blushed tucking your legs up under yourself in the armchair.

“I’m not used to it,” you reminded them, trying to cool your cheeks with the backs of your hands. “But… thank you.”

“We love you,” Gen reminded you, nudging your knee with her socked toes from where she sat with Dallas on the nearest couch.

“I love y’all,” you agreed, biting your lip as Jared and Jensen placed the gifts down in front of you, the two of them choosing to sit on the carpet rather than taking a couch.

Bailey moved from beside you to plop down next to Jared, resting her head on his thigh.

“She’s jealous that you’re getting all the attention,” he joked, scratching between her ears before patting her side and resting his hand against her fur.

“You ready, kiddo?” Jensen asked, and you laughed softly.

“I don’t know where to start,” you admitted, still in disbelief at the sheer number of gifts in front of you.

“The ones from all of us,” Gen offered, and Jensen nodded as he handed you a parcel.

You carefully pulled back the wrapping, revealing a beautiful photo album.

On the top centre of the black leather binding, silver embossing read ‘Padackles Family Memories’, a thin leather bow holding the wrap around back cover to the front.

You took in a breath as your fingers traced the word ‘Family’, the prickling sensation of tears forming making you sniff.

“It’s beautiful,” you breathed, meeting each of their eyes as you blinked back tears.

“Open it up,” Jared told you, smiling kindly.

You did as he suggested, carefully untying the bow and starting to flick through the album.

Gen’s elegant script adorned the inside cover, the silver ink glistening from the cream page.

On your 21st birthday we wanted to give you something special. Inside this album you’ll find photographs from the moment we met you all the way up until now, with room left for you to continue to preserve your family memories. Happy birthday, Y/N. We’re lucky to have you in our lives. With lots of love from Gen, Jare, Jay, Dee, Tex, Tom, Shep, Arrow, Zep, and Dal

As you turned the first page, you were surprised to see a picture from your first shoot for Entertainment Weekly when you were first announced for the show.

It was of you leaning against Baby’s passenger door and flicking through John’s journal while Jared and Jensen seemed to be having a conversation over the top of the car.

“It’s the first picture of the three of us,” Jensen explained, seeing you frown slightly. “We did say from the moment we met you.”

“I’d just forgotten about that shoot,” you admitted, smiling at him.

As you continued to flick through the pages, memories of your past year came flooding back to you.

From the photo of the three of you walking away in the airport and some from your adoption party, to ones you’d never seen before - like something snapped by Jared while Gen was talking to your bump, or pictures of you and JJ asleep while watching tangled on her birthday.

There was even one, taken in your Vancouver home after you’d adopted Bailey but before you’d had Dallas, of Tom and Shep helping each other to cover you in a blanket after you’d fallen asleep on the couch.

As you got towards the last few pictures, you couldn’t help but smile as you saw one of all six of the kids together, Tom holding Dallas and looking down at her with open adoration as Shep and JJ helped the twins sit up and focus on the camera.

The final photo had a soft frown pulling at your brows once more.

Dallas’ ‘PADACKLES 11’ jersey was pictured on your dining table, next to an adult jersey with ‘PADACKLES 10’ printed on the back.

“Wha-?”

Jared handed you another parcel, cutting off your question as you opened it to reveal the Cowboys jersey from the photograph.

“We know your old one means a lot to you,” Jensen told you.

“This is great,” you assured him, smiling as you tied the bow on the album and folded the jersey. “I love y’all so much.”

“This is only the beginning,” Gen grinned, letting Dallas bring her knuckle into her gummy mouth. “Mine next.”

“Parcel or box?” Jared asked, and she hummed in thought.

“Parcel,” she answered. “Stick with the theme. Then box.”

You laughed softly, still unable to believe that they’d gone through all of this effort for you, as Jared handed you the parcel.

You carefully opened the wrapping, grinning as you pulled the Seahawks jersey out.

“Look at the back,” Jared prompted, and you turned it over to see ‘HOT MAMA 21′ printed there.

You let out a surprised laugh, having expected another ‘PADACKLES’.

“I figure when Seahawks are playing anyone but the Cowboys…”

“I’ll support your team,” you confirmed, earning a grin.

“That’s something I’ve never got Jared to agree to,” she admitted. “Knew there was a reason I loved you.”

You rolled your eyes fondly as you folded the jersey and placed it with your other opened gifts.

“This one next,” Jared announced, handing you the box.

“Jesus, they never stop coming,” you blushed, slightly embarrassed by the attention you were receiving while you unwrapped the gift.

You recognised the pink striped box immediately once the wrapping was pulled away, and you shot a glance at Jensen before looking at Gen.

“It’s nothing risqué,” she assured you.

You were still unconvinced as you opened the lid, revealing a gorgeous satin kimono.

“Gen,” you breathed, feeling the material in your hands. “This is beautiful.”

“There’s more,” she told you. “Underneath.”

Lifting the robe revealed classy yet sexy matching lingerie, and your cheeks flushed as you placed the robe back over the set.

“I can’t believe you just made me open lingerie in front of my dad,” you murmured, placing the lid back on the box.

Jensen remained silent as Gen laughed softly.

“It’s not like we made you model it for us,” she reasoned before dropping her voice to a stage whisper, “We can save that for later.”

“Gen, c’mon,” Jensen protested as your blush deepened. “Stop embarrassing her on her birthday.”

“Sorry, baby,” Gen apologised, and you laughed softly as you willed the flush to leave your cheeks.

“It’s okay,” you assured her. “They’re… it’s all gorgeous. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” she smiled, crossing her legs under herself without disturbing Dallas - who was seemingly content with Gen’s presence. “There’s more from me but they’re not physical presents.”

You frowned in question but she just shrugged.

“You’ll find out later,” she promised, and you nodded.

“You didn’t have-”

“What did I say?” Jensen interrupted, and you bit your lip. “It’s your birthday. Your twenty-first. Let us treat you.”

You laughed awkwardly nodding in defeat.

“Alright,” Jared interrupted. “Mine’s a bit mundane in comparison, but it’s my turn.”

“I’m sure I’ll love it,” you assured him and he laughed as he had to shift Bailey off of him to hand you the large box.

“Jesus,” you laughed, surprised by the weight of the box as you set it in your lap.

“Yeah, it’s… it’s a hefty one,” Jared told you, worrying his lip somewhat anxiously.

You frowned at his expression as you opened the gift, your frown turning into a smile as you saw the contents.

“A coffee machine?” you asked, excited.

“A fucking fancy coffee machine,” Jensen murmured, earning a nudge from Jared.

“I figured, for someone who loves coffee so much, you shouldn’t only have instant,” he told you, and you grinned as you inspected the box.

“There’s so many functions,” you announced, earning a soft laugh from Gen.

“You’re cute,” she told you, making you blush.

“I’ve never had something this fancy before,” you defended, “And I really do love coffee.”

“I know,” she smiled, “I’m not teasing. It’s nice to see you so excited.”

“You nerd,” Jensen added, making you laugh softly.

“There’s a couple different bean blends in the kitchen to try out,” Jared explained, encouraged by your enthusiasm. “I know it’s more of a practical gift than an exciting one...”

“I love it,” you promised, handing him back the box so that the armchair wasn’t too crowded. “Seriously, I love it.”

“Good,” he smiled, Bailey letting out an unimpressed huff as she was shifted once more so he could put the box down.

“There’s… the boys wanted to get you a little something,” Gen told you, and the thought warmed your heart. “It’s only small-”

“If it’s from them, I’m sure I love it,” you cut her off as Jared handed you the smallest, lightest gift yet.

The whole thing fit in your palm and was wrapped haphazardly, letting you know that Tom and Shep did it themselves.

You grinned as you pulled back the wrapping, finding a beautiful silver pair of hammerhead shark earrings.

“They saw them while we were out and told me we had to get them for you,” Gen explained.

“I love them,” you smiled, taking out your simple silver studs and replacing them with your new ones. “They’re gorgeous. I’ll have to FaceTime the boys later and show them I’m wearing them.”

“They’d really love that,” Jared smiled, “They’ll be so happy you like them.”

“Speaking of kids you should FaceTime today,” Jensen interrupted, picking up another box, “This is from JJ.”

The box was wrapped to the best of a four year old’s ability, undoubtedly with a little help from Danneel, with a tag attached on top.

It contained a mix of JJ’s scrawl with Danneel’s elegant script, causing a twinge in your heart.

To Ditto, Happy birthday! I love you lots! Love from Lil Miss Texas

JJ’s writing of your name and hers had improved even in the short time that you’d been apart, and you suddenly couldn’t wait to see her again.

“You miss her,” Gen murmured, and you laughed softly, wiping a tear that you didn’t realise was falling until it hit your cheek.

“She’s my girl,” you mumbled, sniffing your tears back. “I’m being stupid.”

“You’re allowed to miss people, Y/N,” Jensen reminded you, kindly. “Gen’s set aside a couple hours later for you to call Dee and the kids. I’m sure JJ will love to chat with you.”

“Yeah,” you laughed slightly. “Yeah, I’d love that.”

“Alright,” he smiled, nodding to the parcel, “Now open up. Still got a couple more to go.”

You slowly opened the gift, trying to get your emotions under control.

Just a simple note from your little sister affected you way more than it should have, so you tried to get your emotions under control as you opened the gift.

Inside the paper was a shoebox, and you lifted the lid with a soft frown.

Within the box was a pair of black and brown leather cowboy boots, decorated with coloured flowers and leaves.

“These are gorgeous,” you breathed, your fingers tracing the design.

“We were all walking by Allens and JJ dragged us all in,” Gen explained softly. “She wanted you to have a pair so y’all could update the wall picture from the twin announcement, and these were her favourite.”

“The wall picture?” you questioned, and Jensen laughed softly as he pulled up his instagram post from last August.

“All our boots in a row,” he explained. “Looks like JJ wants yours to be a part of it.”

The prickle of happy tears started behind your eyes again, and you laughed as you wiped your eyes with the heel of your hand.

“Now you’re trying to make me cry,” you accused, teasingly.

“You’ve got a family, kiddo,” Jared smiled, and you smiled back.

“A huge one,” you laughed softly. “This is crazy.”

“That little girl loves you so much,” Gen reminded you, and you nodded.

“The feeling is mutual,” you replied, putting the lid on the box. “I’m wearing these later.”

“Save them for tonight,” Gen told you, causing you to frown.

“Why?” you asked, but she just shrugged in response.

“It’s a surprise.”

“Alright,” you allowed, gently placing the box on the floor.

“Two more,” Jensen told you, and you nodded. “These… these are the big ones, despite the small parcels.”

“Jen-”

“Hey,” he chastised fondly. “My daughter is turning twenty-one. That doesn’t happen every day.”

“You’ve only known me for a year,” you protested weakly, and he shook his head.

“That just means we’ve got years to catch up on,” he assured you. “Look, Dee and I… we wanted to get these for you. We don’t want you to feel guilty about it because you deserve to be happy, okay? You deserve to be spoiled for once.”

“He’s right,” Jared agreed, quietly. “Let yourself be happy.”

“Still kind of a new concept,” you joked, and they both laughed slightly.

“We love you,” Jensen reminded you, handing you a small, square parcel. “JJ helped to choose this one.”

The wrapping contained a ring box, and you gasped as you opened it to reveal a stunning white gold crown ring.

“Jensen,” you breathed. “This is too much.”

“JJ thinks you’re a real life princess,” he reasoned. “We were shopping for your final gift and she saw it, and we knew we had to get it. We know you wear rings regularly and we just… we had to.”

You nodded, shifting your simple silver rings around on your fingers so that you could gently place the beautiful new one onto your right ring finger, your old jewellery paling in comparison.

“It’s gorgeous,” you whispered, showing it to Gen when she beckoned for your hand.

“Wow,” she agreed, squeezing your hand. “Padackles’ don’t skimp out when it comes to diamonds, that’s for sure.”

“Yeah,” you laughed in disbelief. “I- thank you.”

“Our pleasure, sweetheart,” he smiled, holding the final box in his hands. “This is the last one of your physical presents.”

“There’s already been so many,” you laughed softly, pushing some of the wrapping paper from your lap onto the floor and watching as Bailey started to play with it.

“You’re only twenty-one once,” Gen reminded you, and you nodded.

“I guess so.”

Jensen got to his feet, leaning in to kiss your cheek as he handed you the gift.

“Happy birthday, kiddo.”

“Thanks, Dad,” you murmured in response, wrapping your arms around him as you kissed his cheek in return.

“Alright,” he smiled, kissing your temple as he pulled back, taking a seat beside Gen and taking Dallas from her arms to rock her peacefully. “Now, open that. I’m getting anxious.”

You laughed softly as you started to take off the the paper, before recognising the robin’s egg blue box with a white bow even before you took off the bow and read the brand name.

“Jensen,” you whispered, and he shook his head, nodding for you to open it.

You lifted the lid, revealing a small, black necklace box, the same Tiffany & Co. branding etched on the inside lid.

Contained within was a delicately beautiful key pendant on a white gold chain, the beauty of the jewellery taking your breath away.

“Twenty-one used to be the age that you became an adult,” Jensen explained. “Traditionally, people used to receive a key to the door at that age, given to them by their parents. It’s an old tradition I always planned to uphold with my children, and Danneel felt the same.”

“How much-”

“It doesn’t matter,” he interrupted, looking down at your daughter. “We wanted you to have this. We thought… maybe when Dallas turns twenty-one, you could pass it down. It could be like an heirloom, if- if you wanted.”

You felt yourself start to cry again, unable to stop the tears this time.

You couldn’t believe it.

You couldn’t believe that you had a family that wanted you.

You couldn’t believe that they would be so thoughtful on your birthday.

You couldn’t believe that you were so lucky, so loved.

“Thank you,” you mouthed, unable to make any sound for fear of it coming out as an embarrassing sob.

“It’s our pleasure,” he repeated, nodding to Jared. “Want to help her put it on, man?”

Jared got up, leaving Bailey to play with the paper as he gently perched on the empty arm of your armchair.

“May I?” he asked, and you nodded wordlessly as you handed him the box.

He gently picked up the necklace, the jewellery looking so dainty in his large hands, and you swept your hair to the side so that he could fasten the clasp without getting it caught.

Your hand reached up to feel the pendant as it fell perfectly against your chest.

“Gorgeous,” Jared murmured, wiping the tears from your cheeks with his thumb. “Happy birthday, baby.”

“Thank you,” you laughed softly, sniffing as you leaned against him. “Thank you all. For everything, not just the gifts.”

“You’re family, sweetie,” Gen reminded you, getting to her feet and stretching her arms above her head before bending down to clear up all of the paper, much to Bailey’s dissatisfaction. “We’d do anything for you.”

She stood back up, noticing your coffee cup on the table.

“Including making you a fresh cup of coffee,” she announced, crumpling the paper as she picked up the mug.

“A fancy cup?” you questioned, and she laughed.

“Yeah, baby,” she promised. “A fancy cup.”

Jared placed a soft kiss to your lips before standing and picking up your new coffee machine.

“You want one, Jay?” he asked, and Jensen looked at you for confirmation.

“If that’s alright with the birthday girl?”

“For sure,” you confirmed, getting up to sit next to your father and daughter as Jared and Gen moved through to the kitchen, Bailey following you over to the couch.

“If there’s anything you want to exchange, we have receipts,” Jensen murmured when you leaned your head against his shoulder.

You instantly sat up, looking at him in shock.

“You’re kidding, right?” you asked, and he shook his head. “I wouldn’t change any of this for the world. It’s… this morning has been incredible.”

“It has,” he agreed, pulling you back onto his shoulder and holding Dallas in one arm. “Apart from the part where you ran off with the baby.”

You laughed softly, reaching out and letting Dallas grab onto your finger, still surprised by her newfound strength.

“We just went for a walk,” you reminded him, and he smiled, kissing the top of your head.

“I know, kiddo,” he murmured.

“Sorry for scaring y’all.”

“It’s forgotten,” he told you, smiling down at your daughter as she looked up at him with big, beautiful eyes. “I love you girls.”

You smiled, bringing your finger up to stroke Dallas’ cheek with her fist still holding on.

“We love you, too.”

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cute questions - h

1. do you know any of their favorite shows, movies, books, ect? what are they?

she reads a lot of historical fiction i know, idk about movies or tv tho

2. what type of drunk do you think they’d be (silly, sleepy, ect)?

sleepy all the way omg she says all the time that she’ll fall asleep after like a glass of wine or smth

3. are they a cat or a dog person? or neither?? if you don’t know, what do you think they are?

i mean...she has chickens...and bees...and i think maybe a dog. she’s intriguing to say the least lmao

4. one day they’re asking for music recommendations bc their playlist has been dry. what song(s) do you suggest them?

probably classic rock stuff like the beatles or smth like that

5. what’s their color? not race wise, but if they were a color of the rainbow, what would they be?

green. like a light green. springtime green.

6. what spongebob character would they be? (bonus: what spongebob character would you be?)

i don’t like this question tbh idk

7. what was the last thing they said to you? how long ago was it?

“it’ll be okay if you live, l. i’ll see you sunday, okay? sunday.” last night

8. have you ever gotten them something for their birthday? if not, would you get them something in the future? what would you get & why?

i haven’t. i want to tho. idk what i’d get tbh

9. what hogwart’s house are they (or what house do you think they’d be?)?

ravenclaw, probably. or hufflepuff. she’s such a nerd but she’s also just so kind and friendly gah.

10. have you ever dreamt about them? were there any cute dreams? or really weird, odd dreams? scary dreams? ect ect

yeaaaaaaaaaa i maybe had a dream that i slept with her and her husband 🤷🏻‍♂️

11. what language(s) do they speak?

just english i’m p sure

12. what is your fondest memory of them?

hug !!! also dab video omg

13. do you have any nicknames for them?

not really tbh

14. do you see them being a night owl or an early bird? or both? or neither??

neither really ?? i happen to know that she fell asleep at 7 pm saturday night sooooo

15. what’s their zodiac sign(if you know it)? what’s yours? are y’all compatible?

idk hers oops

16. are you friends with them on facebook? follow them on instagram or twitter? any other social media they have that you know of?

i wish. she said once i graduate and turn 18 i can be friends w her on fb. she doesn’t have ig tho. i could probs follow her twitter if i wanted but she only tweets team stuff from there so

17. what kink do you bet they’re secretly into?

oooohh roleplay??? or ACCENTS hell yea

18. do you have a song for them? a song tucked in the back of your mind that always makes you think of them?

mmm i’m not sure. i’ll think about this one

19. they come up to you one day and ask, “what’s your favorite meme?” how do you respond lol??

her dabbing lmaooooo

20. if they were in a band, what instrument would they play?

she would sing tbh but she prolly wouldn’t want to be the lead singer so she’d do harmonies

21. do any of your friends or family know about your crush?

my best friend kinda does

22. if they found out you had a crush on them, how do you think they’d react & respond?

uhh she would be Not Happy with me. she’d put me at arms length and stop being friendly i think

23. when was the last time they laughed in front of you? who/what made them laugh? what’s their laugh like?

last night i said i was anxious and she said that’s because i’m almost an adult and i said “reassuring...” and she laughed at herself. fuck i love her laugh so much it’s so contagious and beautiful and big i l o v e it

24. how do you think they deal with stress?

horseback riding.

25. what do you think their favorite holiday is?

oooh thanksgiving because her husband is canadian so she gets to put it all on for him

26. what are they like when they get angry? is it adorable? a little terrifying? were they ever angry with you?

she doesn’t get angry so much as she gets frustrated around us.

27. what do you think their favorite disney movie is? do any disney characters remind you of them?

ummm idk what her fav is but she kinda reminds me of rapunzel from tangled after her hair was cut off

28. do they play any instruments? what instruments do you imagine them playing (if any)?

idk if she plays but i can picture her playing piano

29. do you know any of their fears? what do you think they’re secretly afraid of?

uh not finishing the robot, her daughters lung problems starting again, me not being okay...

30. when was the first time you realized you had a crush them?

when my ex gf said she hated her lmao i was like i must love her now (spoiler alert i already did)

[ontheoddoccasioniwritestuff]

When Words Fail (Rey x Reader)

Summary: Rey is finding it hard to tell a girl she has feelings for. But actions speak louder than words, right? All she needs is a push in the right direction. 

AN: You know the hardest part of writing lesbian fics? The fact that they both have her/she pronouns and you don’t want to refer to one as “the brunette” because the reader might be a brunette so it’s like ??? I’m probably going to do a part two of this because it’s really cute. This is a day early because it was requested by @leavelukealone2k17 who is my cousin and it's her birthday today. Happy Birthday, my love!

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 “Hey Jess, not much damage this time, I hope,” Y/N greeted her best friend - Jessika Pava, trusted member of Black Squadron - who was climbing out of the cockpit. The mission had been a total success, no one had died and there wasn’t another mission for a few days. Things were looking up for the Resistance.

 “Oh, nothing too serious,” Jessika joked, removing her helmet, “Just the usual damage from debris and a possible burnt out circuit board.”

 Y/N grinned, “The usual then.” She removed the panel protecting the raw parts of the engine. She was right – absolutely nothing serious. Securing her tool-belt on her waist, Y/N began her routine checks for anything else awry with the T-70 X-Wing.

 Meanwhile, Jessika went over to check with Poe. The mission had been a little rough around the edges and she wanted to check on her other best friend. He was currently talking Temmin Wexley; both men were leaning on Wexley’s own X-Wing like they were applying for the Resistance’s Next Top Model.

 Spying Jessika watching them, Poe excused himself.

 “Hey, Jess. How you doing?” He greeted with a dashing smile.

 “I’m good, my X-Wing’s less good,” Jess cut to the chase, “I need a favour. You know Y/N?”

 “Yeah, cute mechanic over there, what about her?”

 “Ok, she told me she has always wanted to learn how to fly, to be a pilot and I was thinking-”

 “You want me to teach her?”

 “No,” Jess glared at Poe for interrupting her.

 “Why don’t you teach her then?”

 “Well, I only found out a week ago. Besides,” Jessika leant closer so Poe could hear her hushed voice, “I think she would prefer a different teacher.”

 “Ok, who?”

 “A certain pilot who is new on base and is good friends with your droid?”

 “Khyas?” Poe said not catching on, “I mean he fixes Bee alright but I wouldn’t say they're friends.”

 Poe’s brain was clearly fried from the mission and his talk with Finn over comms on the way home so it took a while for him to load. Sighing, Jessika placed a hand atop his curls and rotated his head to where Rey was kneeling before BB8.

 “Ahh. In that case, I’ll pass bi later and let you know,” Poe grinned and Jessika groaned as she realised he’d sneaked another pun into his dialogue.

 “Oh, that was a bad one.”

 “I’ll see you later, Jess. Nice work today.”

 “Bi then,” Jessika emphasised, watching Poe began to walk away then a few seconds later freeze and turn back round with an expression of resignation. A mass juxtaposition to Jessika’s expression of delight.

 “Oh, you…” Words failing him, Poe turned again to get BB8 alone and clue him in his plan.

 BB8 had gone along with the plan, subtly dropping into conversation that Y/N wanted to become a pilot but had settled of the role of mechanic to work the magic of the X-Wing behind the scenes. Rey’s wistful looks now filled with hope; she strided over to Y/N who was coated in oil and patting down her grimy overalls.

 “You want to know how to fly,” Rey said bluntly. She meant it as a question but the tone in her voice made it sound more like an accusation.

 Y/N was caught out with this question, only managing to answer with an unintelligent “uh”. Rey had never spoke to her before. She was pretty intimidating and intimidatingly pretty with unparalleled hand-to-hand combat skills using the staff she was currently gripping. It was unconsciously threatening.

 “Meet me after lunch. Zachary will relieve you and I will teach you how to fly.”

 “Really?” Y/N’s face lit with a dopey smile and Rey gave a small one in return.

 “Yes. I’ll see you then.” And she strode away, tensely gripping her staff. Y/N was starstruck, gobsmacked, in awe, any synonym to describe the feeling of overwhelming shock combined with happiness. After swaying on her feet, she power-walked back to the base to go have a shower - or two judging by the smell of her overalls.

 Rey stood tapping her foot nervously as she waited by the cafeteria. BB8 had given her some advice – not very good advice. So she made sure that she was going to do the opposite of what he said. Finn had offered some piece of mind to her - specifically about hygiene - which she followed to the letter. She was showered and didn’t have the emotional crutch of her staff with her. The one piece of advice she didn't get was thinking of topics of conversation. She was going to be teaching, not talking.

 Hearing a cough, Rey ceased her tapping. Now squeaky clean in a fresh shirt and black slacks, Y/N had their hands clasped in front of them and was playing with their fingers – a nervous habit.

 “Ready?” She asked anxiously.

 “Yes,” Rey nodded before heading towards the exterior side of the base with Y/N beside her. They walked in silence, unsure of what to say to one another. As they headed outside, Y/N spied Chewbacca standing next to his ship. Rey was striding towards it and with no other destination in that direction, Y/N put two and two together.

 She gasped “We’re going in the Millennium Falcon?”

 “Yes,” Rey said as if it were obvious as she continued to keep walking towards Chewbacca. Y/N held back as he growled at Rey- she was just a tad intimidated by the Wookie. He was apparently concerned about the well-being of his ship.

 “It’s ok, Chewie. She’s not replacing you,” Rey assured with a smile, clearly unafraid of the seven foot tall shag rug with a bowcaster whilst also praying Y/N didn’t hear her. She waved said person over and said goodbye to her co-pilot.

 Out of respect for Chewbacca, Y/N gave a wave and a nod for thanks. Chewbacca growled back, ending with something that sounded like a yawn, before heading towards the base.

 “He says he trusts you,” Rey clarified as they entered.

 “Uh-huh,” Y/N tried not to gawk at the ship. It was messy with wires running below the grates and into the antique panels. Toggles and switches lined the walls with screens emitting a low blue glow. The smuggler’s ship was so much grottier up close. It was amazing.

 “Uh, won’t we attract attention with this particular ship?”

 “We aren’t going to leave Yavin 4’s atmosphere,” Rey plonked herself in the pilot’s chair, already comfortable with the environment. Y/N tentatively took a seat beside her, aware that Wookie hair in the chair would be stuck to her clothes for the rest of the day.

 “Right, how do I start?”

 Since the Resistance were having a slow time after Black Squadron’s last mission, Rey used her free time to teach Y/N how to fly the Falcon. Since she had pre-existing knowledge about how the spacecraft functioned, she was already pretty good.

 The two women had gotten more comfortable with one another, learning their quirks and methods of learning and teaching. Rey was never really one for conversation so Y/N had gone off her body language instead, which became easier to read as she became more unperturbed around her. It had taken a while; Rey seemed to constantly be in the “fight” option of her “fight or flight” mode.

 Contrary to popular belief, Rey wasn’t one for silence. She liked talking, it was just really hard to do. So many topics of conversation and yet so little and none of them ever seemed to go as planned. Still, Y/N had her at ease. Rey knew she wouldn’t judge her for being unsure with communication such as small talk.

 After some contemplation, she decided to ake it for a test flight:

 “So, why did you want to be a pilot?”

 Sending what she hoped was a reassuring smile, Y/N leant back in her chair, “I just really wanted to when I was a kid and it stuck with me.”

 “Anyone in your family a pilot?” Rey pressed, knowing Poe’s “tragic back-story” and motivation was his mother’s life as a Resistance pilot from Finn.

 “No,” Y/N said casually, “I just like the idea and the feeling. It’s nice.” Then she had an outburst of laughter.

 “What?” Rey asked with a small yet confused smile.

 ““It’s nice” makes it seem like a casual hobby, not fighting the Empire.”

 “Oh,” Rey said, internally slapping herself for sounding so uninterested. Quite the opposite; she could not be more interested in anything Y/N was saying with her sweet voice and delightful laugh.

 “The great pleasure and feeling in my right brain is more than my left brain can find the words to tell you,” Y/N quoted, “Can’t remember who said that but it was in a book I read a while ago.”

 “Uh, why didn’t you become a pilot then?”

 Y/N shrugged, a little wistful, “The Resistance needed mechanics more. I love my job, don’t get me wrong. Flying just always appealed to me.”

 Rey turned back to the controls, happy with her successful small talk. Y/N was pleased too; while she did crave more interaction, she didn’t push it. Out of the corner of her eye, she looked at Rey who had taken over control and was concentrating hard. Her face was scrunched up into a pout with effort. Her eyes were focused. A strand of hair had escaped from one of her three buns and Y/N felt the urge to tuck it behind her ear.

 Shaking the thought from her head, Y/N cursed herself for being so inappropriate. Rey was taking the time to teach her how to fly. Rey was her friend; she didn’t want that.

 The Falcon gently touched down and the platform from the undercarriage lowered for the two women to exit. Chewbacca wasn’t there this time, having grown accustomed to them going out for flying lessons.

 “You’re getting good,” Rey said slowly, choosing her words with care as they stepped down the platform. She wanted to get it right.

 “Thank you, Rey, so much,” Y/N smiled then stopped. Rey stopped with her, though she wasn’t sure why she was hanging back.

 Y/n’s fingers were twitching as she debated over what she was about to do. Then she stepped forward and hugged Rey before she could change her mind. Her skin was soft in spite of her time on Jakku and the hairs that had fallen from her buns tickled her neck, sending a shiver down her spine that she managed to suppress.

 Rey hesitantly hugged Y/N. She smelt of soap and fresh linen as opposed to the grease and fumes of her overalls. With one arm around her shoulders and the other around her waist, Rey felt warm inside; she felt safe in Y/N’s arms and she didn’t want to let go. Instinctively, she pulled her tighter, burying her head into her shoulder.

 “You’re welcome,” She said softly. Rey was a multi-linguist but she couldn’t find the words to describe how she felt.

 A series of beeps and whistles emitted from their feet and suddenly, Y/N felt her knees buckle from underneath her from an electric shock. Instantly, Rey reached out and pulled her by the waist to steady her. Burning bright red with embarrassment, Y/N realised she was holding onto Rey’s hand, as if she was being dipped amidst a slow dance.

 Chirping peacefully, BB8 rolled away from the pair with an added whistle of smug achievement at Jessika and Poe who were hiding behind some crates to watch the ongoing scene. They glared snarkely at BB8 and decided to leave the two women alone. Besides, Jess would hear from Y/N and Poe would hear from Finn who would hear from Rey.

 Slowly, Y/N steadied herself and Rey dropped her hand from her waist, her cheeks dusted with pink.

 “Sorry about them,” She apologised, “BB8 is a bit of a rascal.”

 “It’s ok… You’re still holding my hand,” Y/N replied. Rey looked down to see that she was, her eyes wide with apprehension.

 “It’s nice,” Y/N said before Rey could take it away. She started to rub her thumb across Rey’s dorsal side and the ex-scavenger found herself to be smiling again.

 “Roger Sperry,” Y/N said suddenly, breaking eye contact to nod her head in understanding.

 Rey’s eyebrows furrowed adorably in bemusement, “What?”

 “The great pleasure and feeling in my right brain is more than my left brain can find the words to tell you; Roger Sperry said it,” Y/N explained, her quote fading as she turned red with embarrassment, the final words barely a whisper. How ironic that those words would come back to haunt her in the best way.

“I think I know the feeling,” said Rey, gently squeezing Y/N’s hand. A wave of calm washed over them in response and they beamed shyly at each other.

 “Me too.”

AN: I love my two bi kids Jess and Poe and their stupid bi puns. I’m not too savvy with the Star Wars canon so I made this as accurate as I could without having to sift through all the Wookiepedia pages.

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Ten Things About Me

I was tagged by @fleurdeneuf and have finally put fingers to keyboard and come up with a list. It’ll be beneath the cut, so as not to annoy everyone with it’s length.

Without further ado...

1 - I really love watching baseball and soccer. I’ve been to a NBA, NFL, NHL, MLS, and MLB games in person, but my favorites are baseball and soccer. Mostly I just care to watch my Yankees (I’ve been a fan since the early 80’s when they sucked, so fight me), though I will watch the post season games even if my team isn’t in it. (Last night’s WS Game 5 was insane!!!) And soccer…I love watching soccer. And I don’t even have a team that I identify as mine, though there are several teams that I like more than others. I will watch the hell out of any soccer match. If there is a game on TV, it’s on my screen, all throughout the playing season. I will watch it in English or Spanish even if I don’t understand what they’re saying. I will watch MLS, Premier League, La Liga, Le Ligue, Serie A, Bundesliga, Champions League, UEFA, Jupiler League, FIFA, friendlies, my nephew’s under 8s. I don’t care. I love it all.

2 - I have 10 dogs. I am that person...the crazy dog lady. I am pretty immune to gross. Among my friends I’m the one who gets called for dog advice and gets the weird questions they are too embarrassed to ask “normal” friend. Just kidding, they aren’t really weird questions, they are totally normal, but may seem awkward if you don’t have a lot of experience with dogs. I’ve never not had a dog. Though I did get really involved with a specific breed (Italian Greyhounds) after I graduated college. I house sat for a family friend who was out of the country for 6 months and with the money I made bought my first show dog. And that was the beginning of that. I go to dog shows, I volunteer with rescue, I’m an officer or board of director for 3 different dog clubs. All my dogs are IGs (Italian Greyhounds) and I have friends all over the world thanks to them. They age in range from 16 (today is the oldest ones birthday - Happy Birthday, Fellini!) to 3. I can track most of my dogs’ bloodlines back at least 10 generations. I have two foreign bred dogs - one from Russia and one from Poland. The Polish dog I asked my mom to bring back after she went to visit a friend there, easy peasy. The Russian dog was more of an adventure/intrigue. The airline changed their policy on dogs the week before he was set to fly to the US (even though his ticket had already been paid for), aka they wanted more money and his breeder had to bribe a few people at the airport to get him on the flight (she assured my this a was common thing to have happen in Russia :O). Then there was a snowstorm the day he supposed to leave - 6 feet in Moscow. The breeder couldn’t get to her car, so she had to take a taxi to the airport (6 feet of snow and a hidden car but the taxis were still hustling it). I went to bed not knowing if I was going to have a dog to pick up the next day or not. Wake up to a text that the puppy was on his way. It was the Saturday after Thanksgiving and my best friend was in town visiting her parents. I casually ask if she wanted to take a ride to the airport with me. “Uh, sure. Why?” “Err, I am having a puppy shipped from Russia and I have to pick him up.” She didn’t even bat an eyelash. I’m not sure if that says something about her or me. Anyway, I get to the airport and I have to pay the currier who took the puppy on the flight with her. Cash. It felt like I was taking part in a drug deal going down in the middle of JFK. Fun times.

(Here is a pic of my dogs, if you count closely there are actually 14 dogs in the picture, my 10 and some of their friends who were over for a playdate)

3 - My first “real” job out of college was at a TV station. It sounds way more glamorous than it was. It was an independent station that was owned by a family. The dad bought the station so that his kids has something to do. One sold advertising on the station, one ran the day to day operations, and the other was the host of a political talk show. He really wanted to be a senator, but I don’t think he was that successful in school, so he did the second best thing in his opinion. Anyway, it was kind of a shoddy production. They mostly played infomercials, but had the one talk show that was an hour or two long and a tiny bit of local news. I was one step above an intern, as I did get paid, and ultimately that’s why I left, they wouldn’t hire me “full time” or provide benefits. But I did learn a lot though. The craziest thing about that job is the ridiculousness of the things they asked me to do. I had no background in business or finance, and they made me write the copy for the business reporter’s on-air reports. I got a picture badge and made trip everyday to the NASDAQ MarketSite in Times Square where the financial guy did his reporting from. It was sort of surreal being surrounded by people from all over the world speaking in every language imaginable talking about the state of the world economy. I never really felt like I belonged there, though I guess I did a pretty good job with the business reporting because then they made me a sports producer. Well, intern, but they did’t actually have a sports producer, so… Anyway, I was my responsibility to research major sporting events and book guests. Kentucky Derby? Find someone to talk about the horses and the triple crown. See if you can get a Yankee or Met in studio (LMAO, yeah right…) Anyway, I guess that the highlight of my sports producing was booking former NJ Devil Ken Daneyko upon the event of his retirement. That still surprises me when I think about it. Back to the political talk show, one time we had Ann Coulter in studio as a guest. I helped write some of the counter arguments for her interview and some got used by the host. That was cool to have my arguments trip her up a little. The host was very rude to her, which wasn’t really professional, and she screamed at the whole office before slamming out of the building. Another time, I answered the phone and the guy on the other end was acting a little sketchy. He asked for my boss and when I asked who was calling, there was a long pause and then he says, “Tell her it’s the Secret Service.” I laughed I couldn’t help it. It sounded like a line. It wasn’t a line, it was the secret service, and that is how I found out our guest that week was going to be Hillary Clinton. Hard to top that one, but I will finish it up with not only did I write the business report, try to find guests for the sports reporter, and research for political guest interviews, but since I knew how to use all the equipment in the studio (thank you film school), I helped out there when the tech guy needed it. So one day, he asks me to mic up a guest. The dude was REALLY nervous. He was a newspaper journalist and didn’t do a lot of TV stuff and he was low key freaking out. Anyway I run the mic wire under his shirt, around his back, to the battery pack. I glance down to make sure it’s not visible…turns out the guy had a raging erection. Luckily the guy was sitting down and the shot was mid chest and up. And I know it was nerves, but holy shit, I couldn’t stop giggling.

4 - When I was a little kid, I wanted to be an actuary (um, I have no idea why, maybe I thought it sounded cool. I don’t think I even knew what an actuary does other than it involves numbers and I used to like to watch my grandfather balance his checkbook). Then I wanted to be a veterinarian because I love animals. I also love science. I started college with the general idea that I wanted to do something science-y. I took all classes to pursue an major in biology with a leaning toward pre-med. I figured I be a vet or a doctor or a geneticist. Well to keep kids well rounded, I had to take liberal arts electives and one of those was a film critique class (I liked movies as well as the next person). Guys, I fell down a rabbit hole. I found what I LOVED. I transferred from the school of arts and sciences to the film school and it was the best experience ever. (Though my mother still hasn’t forgiven me, and some days I do think that geeee it would be nice to have the income of a doctor.)

5 - So this might seem unrelated, to this next fact, but I am reminded of the time in film school in one of my writing classes where we had to write a treatment for a potential feature film. It wasn’t something that we had to pursue, but it was teaching us how to write a treatment, so we had to come up with an idea. Anyway, I thought I would do a modern telling of the Mask of the Red Death, but set in Wall Street under the guise of an insider trading scandal. The professor kind of pooh poohed it, saying insider trading was passé and “not an issue anymore.” Well, brah, let me tell you something, two years later Martha Stewart got busted for it, and I was ahead of the curve. Which leads to fact #5: I got called for federal jury duty for the Martha Stewart trial. I didn’t get picked, but I did have to go down town and fill out the questionnaire that weeded through ALL the people that got called. I knew they were going to toss mine cause one of the questions asked about news connections or something, and I was like “I used to work for a TV station and wrote their financial news.” LOL

6 - I once drove Dustin Hoffman’s Lexus. I worked on his son, Jake’s, senior film project and it required the use of a car. So Jake commandeered the car to film in it, and we ultimately drained the battery (don’t plug a powerful light into the cigarette lighter with the car turned off for long periods of time). I also jumped Dustin Hoffman’s Lexus, see previous statement. After filming in the car, we moved on to film in a park and Jake ran into his good friend, Ben Stiller, who had just wrapped filming in the same park. It was a surreal evening. Oh, and when I first met Jake for the first time, he was trying to be all impressive, so he had me and my friend (who was his classmate and acting as his producer on the project) to his dad’s penthouse office. I was seated 2 feet from an Oscar and an Emmy and a Golden Globe. When Jake left the room for a minute, my friend and I were like, “wuuuut?” I really wanted to just touch one of them, but I was scared the office had hidden cameras. On the same note, after the film had been edited, I went to the penthouse for a screening of the rough cut, and DH was in residence. Holy shit the level of security between my two visits was off the charts. I was there during my lunch break from the political talk show I mentioned in #3, and his friend was gonna stop by, so he was all “we should all go for lunch.” Yeah, ok. His friend calls that he’s downstairs in a taxi and he has no money so can Jake pay. Seriously? Anyway we go down and he introduces his friend, Jonah. It was Jonah Hill before anyone even knew who Jonah Hill was. We go get burgers and bring them back to his place and his mom was completely lovely and chatty. She told some embarrassing stories about Jake as a kid, and then his dad comes in the room, steals a few of my French fries and says I should come along to the taping of Letterman that he’s doing in a few hours. I was an idiot and said I had to go back to work. People, that was one of my biggest life lessons. If you get asked to go to a taping of Letterman by Dustin Hoffman, go. I thought I was being responsible, but even my boss was like, “No, you’re just an idiot.” One of my life regrets.

7 - My college roommate gave her (actual!!!) number to a guy she met in the park while walking home from classes. Even though she knew she wasn’t interested in him. It was the shared number to our dorm. He was weird (referred to himself in the third person - his last name was Love, just consider the puns)  and bordered on stalker-ish. He’d call everyday asking her out. She said she wasn’t interested, but he kept trying. Finally she just refused to answer the phone. And since we didn’t have caller ID on our dorm phone, I was left to answer the phone every time it rang. At some point, his stalker affections were transferred to me (and I had never even met the guy.) He’d call me and say things like, “Hey I’m going roller skating at the Roxy tonight, wanna join me?” “My friend, Christina Aguilera, is in town and she really wants to meet you, we should all go to dinner.” “There’s a 10 year anniversary screening of a movie I did, when can I pick you up?” (this was legit but some people probably wish it weren’t - think West Side Story with street fighting dance competitions and roller skating, needless to say it has a 0% on rotten tomatoes). A couple of years ago, I’m talking to my boss, because we are at a convention and see an ad for a guy with this guy’s name as a contact for a roller dance company. And my boss is like, “Yeah, I know his mom, he really does know Christina Aguilera.”

8 - I have a pretty large, complicated family. There is no easy answer when people ask if I have siblings. I have 1 full blooded brother, 3 half brothers (one from my dad’s first marriage; two from my dad’s third marriage - I am from my dad’s second marriage), 3 step brothers (from my dad’s fourth marriage) and a sister who is adopted from China. Do I say I have a brother, do I say I have 4, 7? I’m closer to my three step brothers than I am to two of my half brothers. It’s confusing.

9 - I have a tattoo and a nose piercing which were both done pretty spontaneously after hard days at work. Don’t regret either. I also have my ears pierced which was done when I was 3. At some point one of the ear holes closed up, but I found a really great pair of earrings that I wanted to wear, so I thought to myself, “how hard could it be to re-pierce my ears?” Ice, sterilized needle, temporary post earrings to keep the hole open while it heals. Check, check, check. Guys, if you’re gonna do it yourself, have a friend actually stick the needle though your flesh. It will probably go much faster. I kept just stabbing at my earlobe and slowly pushing it through the pain until I felt like I was going to throw up. Or better yet, go to the mall and have them use the gun.

10 - I am shocked I had all these facts to share, because I really consider my self to be pretty boring. I like introvert activities. Staying home, hanging with my dogs, reading, writing, watching TV. I do like people and am generally pretty easy going and easy to get along with, but I am a homebody. I have to talk myself into going out, even though I find myself enjoying myself when I am out. I am always open to chat, so send me a message if you so care to do so.

Tagging randomly from my mutuals, sorry if you’ve already done this! @everything-she-did-was-so-human @agentkalgibbs @aalissy @thetaswolf @ciara-jane @waitingonthetardis @skyler10fic @buffyann23