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[crispycreambacon]

Happy trans visibility day, bacon nation!

In honor of it, here is your fish of the day:

This is the bicolor parrotfish (Cetoscarus bicolor), and it is a sequential hermaphrodite, meaning it will eventually change sexes at some point in its life.

Starting as a dark brown colored female with a yellow patch on the upper parts of its body during its initial phase, and then to the colorful male we see on top during its terminal phase!

It's one out of the many parrotfishes that undergo this little change in their life cycle, with the marbled parrotfish (Leptoscarus vaigiensis) being the only one that don't 🐟

I remember this specific species well in particular because I based off a character out of it once haha.

What do we think of this fish, fellas?

BELOVE... I'M SO SORRY IT TOOK ME A DAY TO ANSWER THIS...

But oh my god....

This fish is so transgender.....

[synnamonroll666]

Wicked Temptation

Pairing: Josh Washington x Fem!Reader Description: You decided to stay in the shed with Josh until dawn, letting Chris and Mike go back to the lodge for some much needed rest. But Josh knows a little secret that you've been hiding for a couple years and unfortunately for you, Josh has no mercy to spare tonight... Warnings: Mutual Pining, Mild Violence, Thigh Riding, Grinding, Edging, Humiliation, Degradation, Strip Tease, BlowJob (Male And Female Receiving), Cock Warming, Teasing, P In V, Creampie, Switch!Josh, Switch!Reader, Bondage??? Shibari??? I Don't Know, I Just Went All Out With This One. 😅 Word Count: 10k!!!!! A/N: This is not only my very first Josh Washington smut fic, but it's also the first time I've ever written a fic 10k words long! I've been working on this since January and let me tell you, it's been a struggle to finish it. It started out as some 2k idea but then I decided, since I was changing fandoms, I might as well go big for my first smut fic for Josh. I've put a lot of work into it between editing it dozens of times and watching that shed scene probably billions of times to get the lines correct. Since I have taken so long to write it and put so much effort into it, it's kind of like my baby now and I'm so excited to share it with all of you. As some of you know, I've been going through quite a lot of shit lately but focusing on this has helped me greatly, and that's another reason why this fic means so much to me. So here's to new beginning, because there will definitely be more of this good stuff to come in the future too! Enjoy! 🖤 Main MasterList: 🖤 Synny's Angels: @lorebite, @mornandil, @koexchange, @yesitsloulou, @mistmoose, @jasonexo, @fortune-fool02, and @raven-the-cryptid. (If you want to be added to the taglist, let me know in the comments! 🖤)

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I followed closely behind Chris and Mike, who had their hands full with a very uncooperative Josh. It had been one hell of a night. First I got chased around by some demented psychopath, then I found a video of my crush of five years being sawed in two; and then I found out that he was actually the psycho all along and he possibly killed one of my close friends, Jessica. I was exhausted, but at least the deadly grip of the cold mountain air around my frame did help to wake me up a bit. I could only think positively at this point. It was the only way to stay sane.

But unfortunately, that did not last long as my thoughts continued to wander down a darker path. It was as if I wasn't even there at all. I had transitioned from reality and found myself trapped within my own racing mind, desperately looking for answers to clarify just what happened on this horrific night. But after a few minutes, Josh yelling in pain brought me out of my dark thoughts.

"Come on, guys…" He whined as his eyes pleaded to us with a look of remorse and guilt. "Seriously — this is crazy, you know?"

"Shut up." Mike spat sternly as he pushed him along the snowy path. It would have looked so beautiful if this was just a late night walk in the woods.

But this wasn't just some late night walk…

Did I feel good about what we were doing? No. But was it necessary? Yes.

I always knew that Josh had some mental health issues since his sisters went missing — I mean, who wouldn't become some level of fucked up from that happening to two people you love. But this — this was something different, and I was beginning to feel very concerned for Josh and our safety.

But as sympathetic as I was towards Josh regarding that situation, it still didn't take away the sting of what he did tonight; especially since me, Chris and Sam had nothing to do with the events that occurred one year ago.

Still — despite the judgmental glares he was given — Josh wasn't going to give up on trying to convince us to free him.

"Chris… Bro…" Josh's eyes met Chris' as he begged for him to have some sort of mercy. After all, they had been best friends since children. But to his surprise, Chris looked away.

"I'm not your bro." Chris spoke lowly in a disappointed tone. And at that moment, I saw Josh's heart break through his eyes. He looked so lost and saddened by Chris' words that it made me want to cry.

Without warning, Mike grabbed Josh's forearm and began pushing him further down the path again, despite Josh digging his heels in the snow to stop him. Josh was a lot bigger than Mike and a lot taller, too. But in this case, Mike's strength won. I figured Josh was weakened due to the blow he took to the head when Mike pistol whipped him.

"Where are we going?" Josh asked — his voice now frantic and full of worry. I could see that he was beginning to panic. "Where are you guys taking me?"

"Locking you up, bro!" Mike revealed as he pushed Josh onto the ground. I wanted to help him back up, since he was tied up and couldn't just simply push himself back to his feet. But I had to hold back; it probably wasn't safe to go near him anyway…

"What?!" Josh shrieked as he struggled to get back up, succeeding after a very weak attempt.

"So you can't do anything stupid before we call the police in the morning."

I couldn't help but agree with Mike's words. It hurt to do, but he was right. Josh was so unpredictable right now, so it was better for all of our safety and Josh's as well, that he got locked up for the rest of the night.

"Come on!" He cried out in another desperate attempt to convince us that he's just an innocent victim in all this. "I didn't do anything—"

"Are you serious, bro?" Despite the dramatic and stressful situation, I literally had to hold back laughter as I remembered Chris declaring only seconds ago that he was no longer his 'bro'.

But that moment was short-lived when Mike piped in…

"You're a God damn murderer is what you are!" He raised his voice as he pushed Josh down once again, his stance becoming dominant and intimidating as he towered over Josh.

I didn't agree with him there. I just couldn't see Josh going as far as killing Jessica. And when Mike told us what had happened — it didn't make sense nor did anything add up. Though I disagreed, I chose to stay silent, not wanting any more fights to occur.

"I didn't do it!" Josh cried as he stood up again. His sorrowful eyes burrowed into Mike's, hoping that he would believe him. "Michael, please! Just listen to me, man! I did not hurt Jessica—"

"Are you insane?!" Chris yelled unexpectedly, surprising us all since he had been fairly quiet for a little while now. "Like really? Do you not understand what you've done?!"

"I'm a healer, man! I bring people together!" Josh's voice began to rise with each word he said, clearly getting frustrated by this whole situation as well. I couldn't blame him… "Not like you assholes!"

His last sentence… It hurt my heart. I had been there for him — I was the one who was there. It made me clench my teeth along with my fists to resist the urge to do something I may have regretted later on.

"That's enough!" Mike finally put his foot down, having enough of Josh's bullshit. But just when I thought it was over — just when I thought that Josh would shut up and we would just get this shit over with, he began to approach me…

"(Y/N)…" He whimpered like a hurt puppy, his sad eyes didn't help either. "Please… You know I wouldn't harm any of you…"

"Josh…" I whined, my voice breaking before I could say anything else. He was only inches away from me now — his face so damn close to mine that I could feel his shaky breath on my cold-bitten skin. Any other day, the warmth would have felt nice on such a cold night. He lowered his head so his mouth was right by my ear.

"Please," he whispered softly. "You know me…"

"That's it!" Merely two seconds after Mike's enraged voice was heard, he was pulling Josh away from me as he begged and cried for my forgiveness. I felt a couple of tears escape my eyes and slowly fall down my cheek, so all I did was look away to hide my pain.

It had only been a peaceful snowfall when we arrived — peaceful like how the night began. But now it was colder, more hectic; a storm much like the one that had erupted during the events of the night. Nothing was peaceful anymore, and I was beginning to wonder if it ever would be again.

"You only see what you wanna see! You're blind!" Josh's rant brought me out of my thoughts again to see Mike pinning Josh face down on the ground. I tried to step in — worried that one of them would get hurt — but Chris put his arm in front of me to stop me from interfering. I knew he was only looking out for me, but it frustrated me greatly.

"Stop talking!" Mike ordered angrily.

"You are— Argh—" Josh struggled to speak as he continued writhing against Mike's hold — but once again, Mike's strength overpowered him.

"Dude!" Chris yelled at Mike, since he was now going too far with his little intimidation tactics. I was glad that at least Chris decided to step in, since he wouldn't allow me to.

"It's not my fault you suckers can't take a joke!" Josh spat bitterly at the three of us and I clenched my fists again until there were angry crescents engraved in my palms, resisting the urge to take advantage of him being pinned on the ground.

"Oh, oh, wait — did I hurt you?" Mike asked when Josh grunted out in pain. Something told me that he didn't care about Josh's well-being though. "Did you just feel a little — little bit of pain right now? I am so, so sorry!"

Mike began pushing Josh's arms into his lower back, causing him to yell out in agony. "Stop it!"

"Mike, please — don't!" I cried out, not wanting any more people to get hurt. I couldn't take it.

"Jesus, dude!" Chris said in disapproval of Mike's actions while Josh continued to yell, "Stop!"

Luckily, Mike listened and lifted Josh back up to his knees.

"Michael… I'm sorry, man…" There was something so genuine in Josh's voice as he spoke — something that only convinced me further that Josh didn't do it… He didn't kill Jessica… "I can't tell you how sorry I am that something happened to Jessica but I swear — I swear to you that I have no idea what happened to her!"

"Shit… Mike, this…" Chris muttered lowly — a look of uncertainty clear on his face as he furrowed his brows."I dunno… Something feels really wrong here, man…"

"Are you joking?" Mike turned around. He looked shocked and… Angry at Chris?

"I–I'm just having a really hard time figuring out that he would — like — do anything to hurt Jess…" Chris explained in a calm manner, despite the look of distress his face held. He clearly didn't want to upset Mike but I knew he felt that this was important enough to bring up.

"Mike…" I spoke up, approaching him slowly. "Did you actually see him murder her? How did he butcher her like you said and drag her away at a speed that you couldn't catch up on at the same time?"

"I saw what he did to her with my own eyes! This—" Mike gestured to his jacket, which was stained with blood. "This is her blood!"

"It just… Something doesn't add up…" I muttered as I backed away slowly.

"Can't we all just get along?" Josh giggled and his change in attitude — his sudden lack of sympathy shocked me. Mike began pulling him to his feet and he winced in pain. "Ow! Dammit!"

"We are not dicking around!" Mike growled in his ear — his tone threatening and harsh.

"This is not right… Nope…" Josh muttered as his brows furrowed together — a sudden disappointment darkening his once sorry eyes. "This is not how it's supposed to go down! You are just a bunch of bullies!"

We all chose to ignore his insults as Mike continued to push him closer to the shed door. My patience was wearing thin and I was honestly getting more and more sick of Josh's shit. And the way he had just reacted to Mike's accusations… It was leading me down another path — the path that told me Josh was guilty…

"You can't just hang out a guy to dry like this, guys… Huh?" He continued to ramble on, putting on what seemed to be a fake, wounded animal act again. "Not like… Not like you got the guts to do anything about it anyway!"

Mike snapped again and pushed him onto the ground once more, only this time a blanket of snow wasn't there to break his fall, since we were now in the shed.

"Oh, stuff it! You're the biggest coward there is!" Chris snarled at Josh, his brows knitted together due to frustration and resentment towards his best — ex-best friend.

"Uh huh?" Josh scoffed. "I did something! I made you believe in the world I created and showed you parts of yourself that you were too afraid to visit!

I couldn't help but shake my head at Josh's gloating while I wondered what had happened to that remorseful, empathetic guy that was here only moments ago.

"You manipulated us, you tricked us, you hurt your friends and you did it all while you hid in the shadows! You're a coward, Josh! That's all you are!" Chris yelled, showing that he officially had enough of Josh's crap. And by that point, I was sure that we all had.

Mike grabbed Josh again, pulled him up and dragged him further into the shed. Once my eyes landed on the stool that was sitting in front of a beam, I knew what was coming. Mike and Chris forced Josh down onto the stool and began unting his hands to retie them around the beam instead. They both told me to stay back but it was hard to do so once they began to hold Josh down and he became erratic as a result.

"Ok, tying me up now! Ok!" Josh acknowledged what they were doing as if he was accepting it, but his body language told me otherwise as he continued to thrash and writhe against his restraints.

"Stay still, man!" Mike demanded as both he and Chris struggled to hold him down and tie his hands back up.

"Right, right, right, right… Still…" Josh parroted and for a brief moment, I thought he was finally going to cooperate…

Man, was I wrong…

"Well, c–can't tie 'em up if they just wiggle around!" Josh shouted as he began squirming around like a child who refused to stay still during time-out.

"Josh, come on!" Chris snarled as he fought Josh to stay still long enough for them to wrap the ropes around his wrists.

"Leave me a little wiggle room, huh?!" Josh continued to squirm as he began to giggle like an immature, defiant little brat. I am ashamed to admit it, but it was painfully hard repressing a giggle of my own at that moment.

"What will it take to shut you up?!" Mike yelled, clearly getting more and more annoyed by the second.

"Ow! Not so tight, ok?! Not so tight, ok…" Josh whined as he winced in pain. Although I doubted that the pain was as severe as he let on.

Then Josh started rambling about plastic ties or something and I zoned out, wondering what was really wrong with him. He clearly wasn't his self anymore and he seemed very, very unhinged at the moment. And then I remembered when Chris said that he was off his meds… He must have been a lot more sick than I thought, and for a lot longer too.

"What… In God's name is he talking about?" Mike muttered to Chris, who was looking as equally confused as both of us.

Chris brought his hand up to his face to rub the bridge of his nose while letting out a stressed sigh. "This is hard to watch…"

"He ever say this kind of shit before?"

"No, I've never seen him like this."

"Maybe he needs some help?" I suggested while glancing over at Josh out of the corner of my eye. "Like, help from a professional."

"Everybody's stupid… Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid…" Josh muttered under his breath, moving on from the plastic tie rant and catching all of our attention. "Chris and Ash… Chris is an ass. Ashley's a dumb-dumb!"

"I'm sorry, what did you say?!" Chris raised his voice slightly as the features of his face contorted with anger. He stepped closer to Josh, who had an obnoxious smirk plastered on his bruised face.

"Well, I said you're a dummy, dummy!" Josh laughed and the mocking sound made Chris' fingers curl into fists.

"What is wrong with you?" Chris asked, clenching his fists so tight that the skin on his knuckles turned pale. I wanted to step in, but just as I took a step forward to insert myself between the two, Mike looked in my direction and shook his head.

"Oh, Ashley… Oh…" Josh sighed as his voice trailed off into a breathless whisper as if he began to zone out. But unfortunately, that didn't last long. "Oh, I never imagined in my wildest dreams that you liked me!" He teased in a mocking tone as his smirk broadened with pride in the way he was taunting his friend.

"Stop." Chris warned and Josh started to make obnoxious kissing noises at Chris.

"Do you know what that sound is? It's the sound of never kissing Ashley, you pussy!"

"Stop!" Chris warned again, rasing his voice louder than before.

"Yeah, you know? Maybe you should let Mike sleep with Jess! I mean, at least he's got some notches in his belt! He'll treat! Her! Right!" With each word in his last sentence, he thrusted his hips in the air as if he was trying to fuck it. I couldn't peel my eyes away. My mind began to wonder what it would feel like if he was thrusting into me that way — how his cock would feel slamming into me at that angle.

"You're fucking pathetic, Christopher!" Josh yelled, knocking me out of my little fantasy.

"I'm going to beat his fucking head in!" Chris growled while winding back the wooden plank he was holding, as if he was actually going to do it.

"Chris! No!" I yelled without even giving it a thought, worried that he was serious.

"Don't listen to him! Not worth it!" Mike said as he put his hand up to get Chris' attention. Chris looked at Mike and then me before slowly lowering the plank, looking pretty embarrassed by his outburst.

"You know what, Josh?" Chris' voice lowered a couple octaves as he spoke — his eyes growing dark with resentment as he did so. He let the plank slip from his fingers to hit the floor with an ear piercing thud. "I'm not keeping your little secret anymore. You are the one who's pathetic!"

Me and Mike glanced at each other in confusion, neither of us having a single idea what Chris was talking about. Though we both instantly noticed the way Josh narrowed his eyes at Chris, growing cold with anger and what seemed like a bit of fear.

He muttered one word — his voice so low that we could barely hear him, "Don't."

"No, no — I think I will!" Chris began to yell again — his frustration clearly exploding into pure anger as he spoke. "How can you sit there and talk about me and Ash, when you've been sitting on your ass and pining away for (Y/N) for the last two fucking years?!"

My mouth fell open after receiving this new information. My heart began to race, picking up speed so fast that I thought I would drop dead of a fucking heart attack. I replayed the words in my head a few times, trying to decide whether or not I heard Chris right or if it was actually real. I couldn't believe it — I just couldn't.

"Don't!" Josh's voice began to sound more like a feral growl than anything, shooting daggers at Chris with his eyes. The air became thick with tension fast and it became all too awkward just standing there, especially since I was the reason for this new argument that had sprouted between the two boys.

"No! You started this, so now I'm going to fucking finish it!"

Chris stepped forwards towards Josh in an aggressive manner, almost seeming as if he was going to punch him. I didn't necessarily think he would and I knew Mike didn't either, but just as a precaution, Mike stepped towards Chris and put his arm in front of him to block him. Chris looked at Mike, his eyes seemed filled with pain due to how the night had carried out. Mike gave him a sympathetic look and stepped back, once Chris seemed a bit more calm. But then Josh let out another obnoxious laugh.

"Hey, Mike!" Josh spoke up but we all stayed silent due to fear of what he might say next. "Mike. Mike. Mike. Mike. Mike. Mike!"

"What?!" Mike growled impatiently as his head snapped in Josh's direction to give him the most brutal glare.

"What happened with Jess, Mike?"

"You know what happened."

"No. No, I–I don't." Josh stammered awkwardly — the tone of his voice and the stutter adding just a little bit more of doubt within me, though I didn't want to admit it to myself or the others. "I've got a problem, Mike. I don't remember killing Jess."

"Chirst…" Mike muttered in frustration. I could tell that he was trying not to snap and I felt so bad for him.

"I mean — like — I feel like I would remember killing her, you know? She's so soft and she's probably got, like, a really tight bod—" He flashed a smirk and for a moment, I felt a bit — no — a lot of jealousy surging through my veins due to his filthy words about my deceased friend. I went to say something — anything to get him to shut up but Mike beat me to it.

"Shut your fucking mouth!" He roared as he pointed his gun right at Josh's head. Josh's mouth fell agape in shock as he stared down the barrel of the gun, quiet for the first time in awhile. Panic ran through me as I subconsciously grabbed Mike's arm to stop him but he pushed me back with his free hand before placing it back on the gun with the other, holding the firearm in a death grip.

To my surprise and Mike's as well, Chris swung the plank he was holding down and hit Mike in the arms, forcing him to drop the gun as he let out a yell in pain and shock.

"Seriously?" Mike grunted as he straightened back up, narrowing his eyes at a very confused Chris.

"W–What?" Chris seemed surprised by Mike's reaction, which was odd to me, because who wouldn't be pissed off at somebody for doing that?

"Did you think I was going to shoot him?" Mike questioned him and I chose to stay silent although my mind was screaming 'yes'.

"I–I dunno…" Chris stammered as he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. I could tell he was starting to feel dumb due to his actions.

"Come on, Chris! You know me better than that!" Mike scolded him. I wanted to step in — to tell Mike that it was just a mistake. But before I could say anything to make the situation better, Josh had to open his big mouth again.

"Yeah, Chris! You know me better than that!" He mocked with laughter heavy in his voice. I turned and gave him a glare that clearly said 'shut the fuck up' before turning back to the conversation.

"Ah… Yeah… Well, next time, just give me a heads up, alright?" Chris asked and I could tell that he was still a bit startled by what happened. I understood where he was coming from — he just didn't want to see his friend get hurt.

"Oh, you poor little piggies! You can't even get your 'good cop, bad cop' routine to work! Leave it to the pros, bros!"

At that moment, I had enough. I no longer found Josh funny — he was getting on my nerves and I was tired of everything. I turned to the smug bastard and didn't even think twice about what I was about to say.

"Oh, shut up!" I snapped, clearly surprising everyone in the room, including myself. Josh's eyes widened as his mouth fell ajar. But not only five seconds later, his eyes narrowed with mischief and his lips turned up into another smirk.

"Oh, really?! You really, really want me to? A–And what about you, (Y/N)? Huh?" I felt a chill go down my spine as he said my name, knowing that this wasn't going to end well. "A little bit of advice: You should probably keep a lock on your diary."

I froze completely still as if I was paralyzed from fear and embarrassment. I remembered each dirty thought about Josh that I had written in that diary and I winced.

"W–What?" Was the only word I could speak out of disbelief.

"Fuck, with that many pages, you could publish a God damn porn novel!" He laughed and I cringed even more, falling deeper and deeper into the abyss of eternal embarrassment with each word he said. "Or is it a movie you want to make?"

He wiggled his brows as he licked his lower lip, eyes darkening as they traveled up and down my form for a brief moment. Luckily, Chris noticed how tense I was and decided to step in.

"O–Ok, that's enough!" He shouted at Josh and he responded with a sly smirk.

"What? She wants it! Just read the dozens of dirty thoughts she had written in her little book. Fuck, I should be getting paid for how much she used me in her naughty little stories!"

"Josh, shut the fuck up!" Mike's voice came out like a roar as he stepped closer towards the bound man in an attempt to intimate him.

"And I saw your needy eyes oogling my junk as I humped the air! Don't pretend, (Y/N)! Don't deny what you're dying for!"

"Alright, everybody shut up!" Mike screamed so loud that it almost didn't sound like him. We all froze in shock, since we had never seen him this angry before — not even after every time him and Emily would fight. "Chris, (Y/N), you guys go back to the lodge and make sure everything's alright. I'll stay here with this lunatic until the morning."

The first thought in my head was to protest. Not only was I worried about leaving Josh alone with Mike for Josh's safety against Mike's anger, but I was also worried about what Josh would say about me to Mike. I wondered just how much of my diary he had read and winced again when I thought about the dirty things I had written. I opened my mouth to reject Mike's plan but instantly got cut off.

"Oooo, sleepover!" Josh piped in before I could say a thing to Mike — a childish grin tugging at the corners of his lips. "C–Can we order pizz–ah?"

Me, Chris and Mike all let out an audible sigh and I resisted the urge to smack the smile right off Josh's face. Chris grabbed my arm and lightly tugged me in the direction of the exit, but I pulled away, leaving Chris cocking his head and arching his brow in confusion.

"Listen — you go back to the lodge with Chris. I'll stay here with him." I offered as I approached Mike and he narrowed his eyes at me, seemingly equally as confused as Chris was.

"No. I can handle Josh. It's fine." Mike spoke calmly yet his eyes still told me that he was wary of my offer.

"Mike, you've had a rough night and Josh will just antagonize you until dawn if you stay. You deserve to rest." I placed my hand on his shoulder while looking into his eyes to show my sincerity. "I can handle Josh for the rest of the night. It's no big deal."

He raised a brow while chewing on the inside of his cheek, contemplating my offer. Finally, after an awkward moment of silence, Mike sighed and nodded his head in agreement.

"Alright. We'll be back first thing in the morning, ok?" He said and I nodded as I let go of his shoulder.

"Ooooooo, a sleepover with (Y/N)! That's even better than with Mr. Grumpy Face! Fuck pizza! Let's skip it and go straight to the pillow fight in our underwear!" My jaw dropped as my attention snapped over to Josh, who was wearing a big smirk — so proud of what he had just said. I couldn't see Chris and Mike's faces, since my eyes were too busy trying to kill Josh with a death stare — but due to the awkward silence that instantly filled the room, I could imagine that they held expressions similar to my own.

"Are you sure?" I heard Mike whisper over my shoulder. I slowly turned to face him but my eyes stayed glued to the floor, being too embarrassed to look anybody in the eyes at this moment.

"Yes, Mike. It's ok." I sighed as I brought my hand up to my face to massage the bridge of my nose.

"Here," to my surprise, Mike handed me his gun, cocking it as he did so. "Just in case."

"I don't think I'll need it but thank you." I said and he nodded at me before giving Josh a 'be good' glare, then turning his heel and heading towards the exit of the shed.

"Goodnight, (Y/N)." Chris smiled at me awkwardly and then followed Mike to the door.

"Goodnight, guys." I called out as I sat down on a nearby stool, turning my attention to the man bound before me. This was going to be a long night…

"Alright, you squirrely little fuck. It's just you and me." I uttered while glancing at Josh out of the corner of my eye, feeling rather frustrated with the way he was behaving and quite obviously embarrassed by the words he had just spat out at me in front of my friends. A few minutes of unexpected silence had passed which had surprised me greatly. Unfortunately, that silence didn't last.

"(Y/N)?" Josh spoke shyly and I instantly winced at the sound of his suspiciously calm voice.

"What?" I growled as I glared at him through narrowed eyes.

"I want pizza!" Josh whined like a bratty child. Though his voice was laced with a child-like innocence, I could see the evil mischief in his green eyes — now appearing grey under the dim light of the room.

"Oh, not this again!" I muttered as I rubbed my hands down my face, feeling so tired already of babysitting this little brat. But I had to protect what little privacy I had left and to keep the boys from fighting again. I just had to be smart with this. I looked away, hoping that if I ignored it, it would eventually shut up. But I was greatly wrong.

"Please, please please please, please, please, please, pleeeeeeeeeease!" He continued to beg until I finally had enough.

"Fine!" I snapped as I took my phone out of my pocket.

"Yay!" Josh cheered excitedly as his eyes lit up and his lips parted to make a toothy grin.

I walked into the middle of the room and set my phone down in the middle of the floor before walking back to my stool and sitting back down. Josh stared at my phone a moment and then turned his head to look at me, confused by what I had just done.

"Go ahead — order your pizza." I said with a cocky smirk growing on my face.

"W–What?" He yelped in shock, which made me feel quite satisfied.

"Aww, what's the matter? You can't? Well, I guess you're not getting your pizza then!" I teased him in a whiny baby voice as I stuck my lower lip out to pout.

"What?! Why?!" He shrieked at my mockery and I just chuckled darkly.

"Well — first off, the pizza guy can't get here because they don't deliver this far — genius. And second, consider it payback for all the shit you put us through tonight!" I subconsciously raised my voice at the man–child before me and he only responded with a roll of his eyes and a scoff as if I was the one in the wrong.

"Oh, for fuck sakes, (Y/N)! It was just a prank!" He sneered and I scoffed at his remark, feeling shocked and angered that he had the audacity to say such a thing. "And I didn't even want the damn pizza! I was just trying to piss you off."

"Oh, was it?! Well, I don't think it was very funny! First, you put on a show of you getting sawed in half for me, Chris and Ashley to get traumatized from; and then you chase me around the lodge while pretending to be some stupid movie serial killer?!" I vented out my rant, feeling my body heat up with rage as I did so. I didn't even notice how hard I clenched my fists, cutting angry crescents into my palms as my knuckles turned white.

I chose to ignore his confession about the pizza, since I knew this. He knew that I couldn't get one for him at the moment, so there was no other reason for him to ask. But I decided not to say anything about the matter, because I was too pissed off about what he had said prior to the confession.

"Come on! You have to admit that was pretty epic!" He gloated with a laugh with a look on his face as if he was remembering the events of the night, all crafted by his hand.

"Oh, fuck off!" I growled through gritted teeth, growing pretty close to punching him right in the face.

"If I'm being honest, I didn't expect you to react the way you did. And here I thought your feelings were only sexual." He said with the same smug smirk plastered on his face. But something had changed; there was a sudden hint of softness laced within his eyes and voice — something he was trying to mask by his cockiness but slowly began to break through the cracks only a tiny bit, just enough for me to see it.

I shuddered as the memory replayed itself in my mind. There I stood, helpless and screaming while banging on a cage-like door, begging for mercy on my two friends. I couldn't choose, so Chris had to make the decision — a decision that ended with me weeping on Chris' chest over the loss of a love I never got the chance to have, while the man I wished to experience it with screamed in pure agony as his body got torn in half — or so I thought it did.

I turned my head away without saying another word, mostly because I could not trust my voice enough to actually speak. I stared at the door as if I actually took an interest in it, just to avoid eye contact with the man. Of all the ways he had to find out about my feelings for him, it had to be this way; I was so mad and embarrassed.

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Some time had passed and the temperature had only seemed to drop lower and — despite my anger and embarrassment heating me up — it didn't stop the feeling of a thousand little needles poking into me all over my body as the harsh cold embraced me. Things had been completely silent, which I appreciated because I knew that I would not be able to speak without my teeth chattering. And I knew that Josh would only mock me for that. I crossed my arms over my chest, hugging my torso tightly in an attempt to warm myself and stop myself from shivering before Josh took notice.

"Cold?" I heard him finally speak up.

'Shit!' I cursed in my head. 'So much for trying to warm up before he noticed.'

"Y–Yeah…" I mumbled, still not daring to look at Josh after the things he had said. Lord knows my face was probably as red as a rose.

"Well, why don't you come over here and warm yourself up on my lap?" My eyes widened at his words and I scowled at the tone of his voice; I could practically hear his smirk in it.

"Oh, God—"

"I want him to be the reason I feel warm in the winter. I want to melt into his arms as he makes love to me and make the harsh winter feel like a beautiful summer." I froze as my eyes widened in terror when I recognized those words from my diary. "What? I–I'm just goin' by the book!"

"Just— How much of my diary did you read?" I asked, afraid of the answer.

"Hmmm… Well, I started at a couple months ago and ended at: 'And then Josh bent down to place a gentle kiss on my clit before dragging his soft tongue between my folds.'"

'Shit! He read about my dream last night!' My heart began to race with humiliation and the regret of asking my question as he recited every word from my diary, dragging out and exaggerating every word like he was a porn star.

"And I kept calling out his name. 'Oooh, Josh! Harder! More! Dominate me! Oooh, Daddy!'" I jumped up from my seat as he moaned out those words, shocked and appalled by his lies and behavior.

"I did not write that!" I screeched in anger as my body heated up with rage, making it easy to forget about the painful cold.

"Oh, admit it, little kitty! Those words might not be down in your little book, but you and me both know damn well that that's what you hear in your head." He snapped back and I stood in silence. I couldn't deny it because he was right. Suddenly, a wicked idea popped into my head as my lips twisted into a mischievous grin.

"Why so creative with it, Josh? Maybe instead of those words being in my head, those are the words that are in your head!" I accused as I pointed a finger at him.

"Yeah, keep telling yourself that, baby." He scoffed while rolling his eyes. "Why don't you just be honest with yourself, honey? You want to ride the Josh express and be taken to the bone zone! Just admit it! Come on, (Y/N)! Admit i—"

"Fine!" I yelled, interrupting him and, to my surprise, his eyes widened as if he was a bit stunned by my outburst. "I want to fuck you! Alright?! I've dreamed about you doing things to me every fucking night since we fucking met! And I can't take anymore!"

His shocked expression formed into a cocky one as his lips turned up into a smirk again. He just stared at me for a moment in silence as I tried to look everywhere but in his direction, terrified to make eye contact after my naughty little confession.

"We're alone here; Chris and Mike went back to the lodge, so is there really any reason to hold back?" His words pierced into my mind like a fishing hook, stabbing that curious part of my brain and reeling me into his sick grasp. I shyly looked up at him and bit the inside of my cheek, not knowing what to do or say.

His eyes darkened further with lust as they peered up at me while his tongue slipped out to lick his lower lip before sucking it between his teeth. He knew exactly what he was doing — he was killing me with temptation. But was he just toying with my emotions? He was hell bent on humiliating everybody else tonight, so what made me so different? For all I knew, there was a camera hidden somewhere to humiliate me as well. I heaved a deep sigh, feeling tired and quite frankly sick of caring. I took a few steps closer to the bound man in front of me before making my very first move.

I stopped right in between his open legs and raised my hand to his head, running my fingers through his surprisingly soft curls and then clenching my digits into a fist, pulling his head back and forcing him to open his mouth as he let out a hiss in pain. I took the opportunity to clash my lips against his and slide my tongue into his mouth, pushing it harshly against his with much need and passion.

A wild fight for dominance began as I lowered myself onto his lap and started to grind myself on his thigh. The sensation it brought me was dull but just enough to add a little more fuel to the fire and dampen my panties. As our mouths explored each other, my other hand roamed his chest, feeling the hard muscle beneath the button-up shirt he wore, that I so badly wanted to tear off.

It was then that I realized I couldn't do that without taking off his overalls first. And even then, I had some layers that needed removing as well. I pulled away and he let out a groan of protest while looking up at me with needy eyes. I couldn't help but smile down at him before unzipping my jacket and letting it slide off my shoulders to hit the ground. Understanding what I was doing, Josh's eyes lit up with excitement like a puppy watching his master prepare his food. He watched as I took off my shirt and pants, throwing them on the floor in a messy pile, along with my discarded winter jacket.

Leaving my bra and panties on to tease him, I stepped closer towards him and ran my finger down one of the straps of his overalls before popping its button open, letting it fall to reveal more of his shoulder. I repeated the same actions with the second strap and then pulled the overalls down, just passed his knees. I took a moment to admire his already huge erection — which was pressing firmly against his boxers as if it was dying to escape from its fabricated prison — before slowly working on the buttons of his flannel shirt.

"Ah! Would you hurry up!" He whined as I took my sweet time, taking at least three seconds to pop each button open.

"Ah, ah, ah—" I scolded teasingly. "Be patient. After all, you deserve a little teasing after the shit you pulled tonight."

He responded with another groan and I couldn't stop myself from chuckling at his childish nature. I pulled his shirt open but realized that he had a shirt on underneath — one that could not be opened.

"Oh… I guess you'll just have to keep wearing that." I commented and he gave me a questioning look.

"Why?"

"Because you're tied up."

"For fuck sake." He grumbled with a roll of his eyes. "Why can't you just fucking untie me?"

"You know why. Besides, it's ridiculously cold outside, so extra layers are a good thing." 

Then I kneeled down, ignoring the shock of the cold floor touching my bare knees. I ran a single finger over the throbbing erection through his boxers and he visibly shivered as a reaction. Smiling with satisfaction due to his response, I decided to give him a little more by darting my tongue out and lightly dragging it over his cock, the same way I had done with my finger only moments ago. He let out a soft moan as he let his eyes fall shut, savoring the moment the best he could.

I then hooked my fingers underneath the waistband of his boxers and began pulling them down. He responded to my actions by lifting his hips up, allowing me to pull them down his legs and finally release his cock into the cold night's air. I stared in amazement at his thick length. Josh was a big guy — 6'2" tall to be exact — so I expected there to be quite some girth in his size. But fuck — I thought shit like this was only possible in pornography.

Noticing some of the pre‐cum building up in the slit of his swollen tip, I couldn't stop myself from darting my tongue out to lap it up in one quick sweep. Then I wrapped my lips around his head and sucked on it as hard as I could, earning a deep satisfied groan from him as he jerked his hips up to force me to go deeper — but I pushed them back down with my hands.

"Fuck, if you don't give me something— anything—"

"You'll do what?" I interrupted after pulling his tip out of my mouth with a loud pop. I smirked at him as he let out a strained whine — now completely dominated and owned by me. "Fine. Since you've been such a good boy, I'll give you a little more — how does that sound?"

"Oh— Oh, yes please!" He begged desperately — his voice laced with a pathetic whine

as his eyebrows turned up, making him appear far more innocent than both me and him knew him to be.

I stood up and reached behind my back to unhook my bra and then allowed it to slide down my arms and hit the cold floor beneath me. After letting his hungry eyes linger on my 'girls' for a minute, I turned around so my back was facing him before letting my fingers hook into the waistband of my panties. I made sure to bend over and push my ass out to give him a great show as I slowly pulled them down and let them join my bra on the floor. I straightened up and twirled around, only to be surprised by the dangerous look in Josh's eyes. They were dark and full of pure lust and hunger; it made my core ache for him.

I slowly walked over to him as he licked his lips impatiently like a starving wolf waiting to devour his next meal. The sound of my bare feet slapping against the cold concrete went insync with each passing second, adding to the growing anticipation that was driving me wild. I finally stood just an inch away, staring down at the hungry man before me and admiring his bound form. I buried my hand in his thick hair again but this time, I pulled his head forward, forcing his lips to crash into my pussy.

Taking the hint like a good little boy, his tongue began to work away at my mound, flicking the little bundle of nerves at a rather fast pace. The sensation was incredible — I felt my whole body heat up in a matter of seconds due to the burning arousal his tongue was bringing me. And just when I thought it couldn't get any better, he wrapped his soft lips around my clit to suckle on it as his tongue did it's magic.

Tears began to pool into the corners of my eyes as I felt my orgasm fast approaching. I couldn't fucking believe that I was this close already. His green eyes peered up at me, burning with nothing more than determination to make me cum as his brows furrowed. That sight alone was enough to push me closer to the edge — but when he started moaning, my legs were turning into jelly.

I tossed my head back and moaned so loudly that I wouldn't have been surprised if the others at the lodge could have heard me. My heart was beating so fast that I could have bet that it was going to explode out of my chest. This felt so amazing. I felt so free — hell, so alive! But although I was so close to my climax that I so desperately wanted and needed, I didn't want to cum like this. Not yet, at least…

I pulled away and he let out yet another groan of frustration. Lifting his chin so he would be forced to look up at me, I admired my work, taking in the image of his mouth and chin glistening with my juices as he licked his lips to taste my leftovers. Deciding that I didn't want to waste another second and that it was time, I placed my hands on his shoulders to steady myself before allowing myself to sink down onto his lap — but not all the way. He wasn't getting this that easy.

The stinging sensation of his tip pushing into me and stretching me out was so fucking pleasurable that it was nearly impossible not to continue going all the way, but I wanted to rile him up — I wanted this to last. He let out an annoyed grunt when I stopped and smirked down at him. His eyes shot daggers into mine, gleaming at me with want and frustration and nothing more. I couldn't help but chuckle at how pathetic he was at that moment — how he teased me for being such a needy little slut and now that's exactly what he had become.

"I bet it's killing you right now, being tied up and not in control for once. How does it feel?" I chuckled darkly as I sat completely still, enjoying the tip of his cock twitching within me with much need. But to my surprise, his lips turned up into a dark grin as he let out a combination of a laugh and a growl.

"Y–You think I'm not in control? Oh! Ooooh, you naive little bird! You are so wrong!"

Before I could say anything, he jerked his hips up, forcing each inch of his length into me within a second until his tip slammed into my cervix. I cried out in shock as my core stung with pain due to the lack of preparation for his size until that pain melted into nothing but pure pleasure. He was so much bigger than me, it was overwhelming.

His cock continued to twitch within me — on purpose to tease me or with arousal, I'm unsure. I felt my mind fog with pleasure as I began to fall sedated from my arousal before remembering what I was planning to do. I wasn't here to fall to submission at the hands of this man but to teach the little brat a very valuable lesson: Don't fuck with me.

I gripped his shoulders tightly, digging my nails into the fabric of his shirt for leverage before lifting myself up and slamming myself down hard, knocking unexpected moans from both of our mouths. I wasted no time to start bobbing myself up and down at an incredibly fast pace, bringing the needy sonuvabitch to the edge of his orgasm and then stopping at the very second I felt his shoulders tense up and his cock twitch within me.

A frustrated growl left his lips as he glared at me. I responded with a cocky smirk before lifting myself up again — as slowly as possible — and slamming down again, making the stool beneath us creak a little. Burying my fingers into his soft locks again, I forced his head upwards so I could make eye contact with him as I tortured him. I ground my hips down onto his, rotating them in a circle and his eyes widened — almost pleading to me while he pursed his lips as if he was trying to stifle his moans.

"Ah, ah! If you want more, you have to let me hear it!" I teased before clenching my hand that was tangled in his hair into a fist, pulling on his locks hard and forcing his mouth open.

He openly and shamelessly moaned for me as tears formed in his eyes. I chuckled at his neediness and then leaned down to let my lips graze the side of his neck before giving the sensitive skin a little nip. And I have to admit, I really enjoyed the sound of him gasping in shock at my action.

I then began planting slow kisses along the length of his neck until my lips pressed against the sweet spot right under his jawline to feel his racing pulse quickening by the second. After giving him another little nip and earning another cute, little gasp from him; I began giving him more wet, hard, open-mouth kisses; repeating the same patterns up and down his neck.

After a couple of minutes of completely savoring his delicious taste, I decided to end the torture on a wild note and licked a stripe up his throat from the base to his jaw, feeling the vibrations of his sweet melodic moans while he lifted his head to give me more access as I did so.

I pulled away slightly to look into his wide eyes and smirked before planting a quick kiss on his lips. It was difficult to keep myself from giggling at his shocked expression from my most recent actions. Now that the torture was over, it was time to get straight to business. I lifted myself up and sank back down again, deciding to move at a more neutral pace to savor the moment. I never thought that I'd be here, fucking Joshua fucking Washington, so I was going to milk every second out of this special occasion.

I squeezed his shoulders tightly as I pushed myself up, his cock sliding out of my walls until only the tip remained. I slammed back down, moaning as his head hit right into my g-spot. The way his eyes fluttered shut and his head lolled back as I slammed myself down sent chills straight down my spine. I had wanted this for so long — too long. And I definitely wasn't done with my little teasing game.

I lifted up again and held still in my position, earning a frustrated groan from my lover. Only his tip remained within me, leaving an empty feeling within my core as it ached for what was no longer there. I wanted to absolutely rail him until he was speechless — the pleasure that I so desperately craved just within reach. I felt the speed of my heartbeat increase with each passing second. The cold night's air dragged its chilling fingers down my back, sending chills down my spine and awaking goosebumps upon my skin. I wanted this so, so bad.

But I had to stay strong — I had to keep control.

I swallowed thickly and took a deep breath in an attempt to stifle my growing arousal for a bit longer. But just when I finally regained the little bit of control that had been slipping through my fingers, Josh let out another frustrated growl before his eyes burrowed deeply into mine with anger.

"That's it!" He yelled and before I could react, he jerked his hips upwards, forcing his thick shaft deep into my hole. I couldn't hold back — it was too much. I let my head fall back as a moan pushed passed my lips. My walls stretched and clenched around him, swallowing his length within my heat and savoring the stinging pleasure it offered me.

He continued to buck his hips into mine, his strength and speed overwhelming me in an orgasmic bliss. I was in such a trance that I didn't even notice my hand traveling below my waist to play with my sensitive mound that was swelling for attention. Well — I didn't notice until Josh pointed it out, of course.

"Oh, yes! Good girl!" He praised my actions — his voice dipping a few octaves lower than before, only pushing me closer to the edge of ecstasy. "Touch yourself for Daddy!"

His words sent a buzz to my mind that no alcohol could replicate. It was as if he was casting a spell on me, and each word he spoke had me falling deeper and deeper into his grasp.

I knew that there was no escape now. After hours of trying to run away, the killer had finally caught his prey — and I was oh, so willing to be his helpless victim.

"You are so, so wet right now." He whispered in my ear, a light chuckle on the edge of his tongue. "You're such a slut for me."

I sobbed at his harsh words and he let out an evil laugh.

"Come on — I wanna hear you say it."

"I–I'm — ah!"

I could barely even speak under his cruel gaze. It was as if his bold eyes had me frozen in place, only allowing me to let out moans and uneven breaths as I approached my climax. But just as I thought I had gotten off the hook from disobeying Josh's orders, he slammed his hips up in what felt like a new angle, pushing his cock deeper inside of me and pressing it so hard against my g-spot that I literally saw stars. I barely let out a squeak as my breath caught in my throat, trapping any sound from escaping me.

"I. Said. Say it!" He growled through gritted teeth. His eyes were growing in size with what I thought was anger, pupils dilating and nearly covering his light green irises completely.

"I–I–I'm your s–s–s–slut–t!" I struggled to say in a strained voice. I felt so small under his judgmental gaze, but I assumed that was what he wanted. Though his features softened at my weak declaration and he smiled sweetly — so sweet it almost made me cry.

"That's right — you're my precious little slut." He cooed lovingly. "Good girl."

With that being said, he began to move again. His movements were slow at first, but his pace quickly picked up to a speed that I thought was damn impossible. My trembling fingers gripped his shoulders as I felt myself nearing the end. Even he began to shiver as his once steady breaths became uneven and deep, telling me that he must have been close as well.

I wrapped an arm around his neck as I placed my finger on my clit once again. We remained in eye contact — foreheads pressed together as we shared breaths — while my finger quickened its pace in fast little circles over my throbbing mound.

But then, it happened — my climax covered my body like a tsunami and drowned me in a sea of intoxicating pleasure. It was as if a spark had lit within my core and spread throughout my body as fast as a wildfire; it was magical. I could barely even hear myself scream out as blood rushed to my ears and made my heartbeat the only sound they could comprehend.

I was lucky that I just barely came out of my post–orgasm daze just in time to see Josh releasing within me. His eyes squeezed shut as his head lolled back and his mouth fell wide open while he let out a moan that was the most beautiful sound I had ever heard.

It was an image that I had imagined hundreds of times, but the real thing could never compare to any fantasy I had ever conjured up in my mind — and I'd treasure it forever.

"Are you… Ok?" I heard Josh whisper. His voice was now soft and breathless, soothing me in my fragile state.

I let out a hum in response, not bothering to lift my head from where it rested on his shoulder or speak words that were bound to be pronounced wrong due to my shaky voice. I was too tired to do anything at that moment. I felt him beginning to soften inside of me and I let out relaxed sigh while closing my eyes.

"No…" Josh whispered again — his tone now more concerned and sympathetic. I finally lifted my head to meet his gaze and noticed that his eyes looked just as sympathetic as his voice sounded — so sad and remorseful. "I mean, are you ok from the prank? I'm so sorry."

His voice broke on the last sentence, and for the first time that night, he looked as if he was going to cry. My heart felt heavy for him. He seemed so broken and messed up since his sisters went missing. How could I blame him for wanting us to feel a tiny bit of the same pain he felt? I decided to just brush off my feelings now — for his sake. I let out a soft laugh and nodded my head slowly.

"Well, Josh — one thing's for sure: you are going to make one hell of a film producer." I chuckled while brushing the loose strands of hair out of his eyes. Josh's eyes widened while his mouth fell open dramatically as he let out an over-exaggerated gasp.

"D–Does this mean you actually liked my prank?!"

I giggled at his childish behavior. I didn't want to admit it, but it was probably a little too late for holding back now. I heaved a defeated sigh before speaking my confession.

"If I'm being honest, your prank was actually kind of — really impressive." I reluctantly admitted, thinking back to all the things he somehow managed to pull off by himself.

"I fucking knew it!" He gloated as that too familiar smirk returned to his lips. I rolled my eyes while letting out a huff of laughter.

"Don't get so cocky.* I narrowed my eyes at him — though the smile on my face most likely told him that I wasn't as angry as I was prior to our fuck. "Honestly, I'm not angry anymore. but that doesn't mean I fully forgive or trust you again — not yet, at least."

"What? Just little old me?" He whispered so quiet it was barely audible, while giving me a look of pure innocence. "Just little old me, tied up here and helpless?"

I shook my head as my smile reluctantly broadened. "Keep acting cute like that and I might just have to untie you."

"Oh — so, it's working?" His lips curved up into a sly smirk and I rolled my eyes again while letting out a huff of laughter.

Finally — after so long — everything had finally melted into silence. Josh just gazed into my eyes lovingly, without saying a word. I felt so calm — so peaceful. I laid my head on his shoulder and relaxed again. Despite the cold air chilling my body to the bone and the feeling of warm liquid turning cool between my thighs, I felt so content to just stay on his lap the whole night.

But then I remembered something important: I could only do that until dawn, since Josh would most likely end up getting arrested then. I was grateful for the long moment of silence, because it gave me time to think.

While thinking, I must have lifted up my head without realizing because when I barely came out of my thoughts, Josh was staring at me with a puzzled expression. I barely reacted to him as my mind went elsewhere again.

"Hey… Do you have the keys for the cable car?" I asked after a couple of very quiet minutes — my voice just above a whisper as I continued to stay lost in my thoughts.

"Yeah... Why?" His face studied mine while his brows furrowed and lips pursed from confusion.

I continued to think for a few seconds. What I was thinking of was quite reckless and dangerous, but in the end, it might have been worth it. Finally deciding on what I was going to do, my lips turned up into a sly smile as I studied his beautiful features that were contorted with confusion, knowing that what I was going to say about going to change the butterfly effect of tonight drastically.

"Let's get the fuck out of here."

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You made it to the end! Good for you! I hope you enjoyed it! 😃 What was your favorite part of the story? Feel free to let me know in the comments! I love getting feedback! Oh, and if this fic does well, I might just write a sequel someday... 👀

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Olivia ‘Olive’ Cunningham *Supporting character

Voice Claim: (Pending)

Partner(s): None Parents: Victoria and Charles Cunningham Kids: None Siblings: None Age: 15 (2022) Birthday: 14th of May Height: 165cm (5.4ft) Body type: Skinny. Eye color: Chocolate brown. About: Boyish, Invisible, Timid, Shy, Emotional, Confidential, Noncompetitive, Anxious, Quiet, Obedient, Private, Questioning, Asocial, Confused, Reserved, Self-conscious, Aimless and Forgetful. ~ Trans male but still goes by female pronouns. ~ Closeted. ~ Sexuality: Gay. ~ Anxiety and depression on max. ~ Prefers to be called Olive. ~ Ran away from home. ~ No contact to parents. ~ Lives with friends. ~ Smells like: Generic Nivea soap. ~ Struggles with herself. ~ Sad. ~ Contemplates suicide... a lot. ~ Misses her dog she had to leave behind when she ran away from home. ~ Dad verbally and physically abused her.  ~ She fell behind in school and no one bothered to help so she dropped out once she ran away, and didn’t dare to try a new school. ~ Bullied all her life. ~ Picky eater, doesn’t like much food. ~ Nervous. ~ IBS. ~ Picks her skin and hair when she doesn’t feel good. ~ Hates her body and freckles. ~ Wishes someone would just hold her for a while. ~ Gets lost in music and wishes she could play an instrument. ~ Writes a lot. Poems, songs, short stories. ~ Is quite good, but keeps it all to herself. ~ Looooow self-esteem. ~ Always hides in a grey beanie. ~ Works at the local supermarket. ~ Cries in the shower. ~ Steals here and there to feel better. ~ Sleeps a lot. ~ Loves: Sleeping, her dog Callista, burgers, fries, pigeons, soda, laying in bed listening to music, video games, potato chips and bunnies. ~ Her style is: Loose-fitted casual clothes, the baggier the better. ~ Binges Netflix to keep intrusive thoughts out.  

Olive’s tag Olive’s house/home Olive’s moodboard Handwriting/ask answer pic:

One song to describe her: Jared Evan - Falling Down Personal Playlist: 1. Stone Sour - Bother 2. Evanescence - Missing 3. The Loft - Kiss You Goodbye 4. Dead By Sunrise - Let Down 5. Linkin Park - Breaking The Habit 6. Staind - Outside 7. Gorillaz - Tomorrow Comes Today 8. B.o.B - Airplanes (feat. Hayley Williams of Paramore) 9. Coldplay - Paradise 10. Chris Cornell - Long Gone (Howard Benson Remix) 11. OneRepublic - Stop And Stare 12. Maria Mena - Just Hold Me 13. Katie Melua - Piece By Piece 14. Paramore - Brick By Boring Brick 15. The Pretty Reckless - Just Tonight 16. Thirty Seconds To Mars - The Kill (Bury Me) 17. Mary J. Blige - No More Drama 18. Staind - Fade 19. Linkin Park - Shadow Of The Day 20. P!nk - Family Portrait 21. Papa Roach - Between Angels And Insects 22. Evanescence - Everybody's Fool 23. Gorillaz - Feel Good Inc. 24. Good Charlotte - Predictable 25. 3 Doors Down - Loser

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four

word count : 6072

warnings: swearing, drinking, quarter life crisis?,  poorly written smut, oral female receiving, p in v, unprotected sex  

Kennedy happily greeted the pair as they walked through the door, causing Chris to smile. “Hey bud, you smell all that good food? We drove all around town  for it.” Nicole shut the garage door before following him into the kitchen. 

She placed the orders from Torchy’s Tacos and Homeslice on the kitchen counter before bending over to take her boots off. Chris looked over at her as he put the beers in the fridge. With a nervous laugh, she tugged off her left boot, “You can take off your shoes too, if you want, you don’t have to. My feet are just killing me. I don’t normally wear heels for this long and when I do I’m mostly drunk and don’t care.”

She walked past him to get the plates and his eyes followed her with an amused smile. As she turned out to hand him a plate he was still looking down at her with an amused smirk, “Is there something on my-“ 

“You’re shorter than I thought you would be. I knew you were wearing heels but this is adorable.”

She gasped before her eyebrows furrowed and her lips formed a pout, “I’m average height.”

“Oh yeah? And what is that height?”

“I’m five three.” Nicole answered with a furrowed brow causing him to laugh. She lightly pushed him with a pout before making her way over to the plates.“You know what, I was going to be nice and let you pick what tacos you wanted first but nevermind. You can stand there all tall and think about what you did.” Nicole grabbed the fried chicken taco while sticking her tongue out before making her way over to the pizza boxes. 

Chris just smiled as she sassily walked around her kitchen before shaking his head with a little laugh, “You’re fun sized. It’s adorable.” While he continued to laugh he realized that she wasn’t laughing with him, “C’mere, just for a second.” 

Nicole put one slice of pepperoni pizza on her plate before reluctantly walking over to him, “What now? Are you gonna bonk me on the head or measure my height against your chest or something stupid?” 

He wrapped his arms around her before looking down at her with a smirk, “I’m sorry I teased you about your height.” 

“You should be, that was rude.” 

He scrunched up his nose before rubbing her back, “It’s very impressive that you strutted around me in heels all day.”

“Thank you. Not all of us can be built like a daddy long leg.” 

He threw his head back laughing and it was the most beautiful sight she had ever seen. She admired him with a smile as he slowly stopped laughing and shook his head, “I’ll take daddy long leg because I called you funsized.” 

“So we’re even?”

“We’re even. Now let’s eat.” He said before letting go of her. She held her finger up before turning around, “Drinks first!”

Nicole walked over to her cupboard that held the cups and grabbed a hot pink one before digging around in her silverware drawer for the bottle opener. She lightly jabbed his side before handing it to him, “You’re probably going to want this.” She said with a smile before going to the fridge and grabbing a sprite can and bottle of cranberry juice. 

“Are you not a drinker?” He asked while sliding the bottle opener into his pocket. 

“Oh I am, just wine doesn’t really go with brisket and tacos so I’m going to have a vodka soda thingy. It doesn’t make sense on paper but in my head it tracks.” Nicole said as she made her way over to her alcohol hutch and started mixing herself a drink. By the time she came back over to him, he had piled up his plate with food and was already eating one of the tacos he chose.

Nicole put her glass down, “The thing I like about this is that it can hold four cocktails or an entire bottle of wine.” 

Chris nodded while he finished chewing, thoroughly impressed with the glass, “Where’d you find that?”

“Walmart, the place that has everything. Cmon, let’s eat outside.” 

He picked up his plate and his six pack of beer they got from Homeslice before following her. 

She ushered with the hand carrying her drink, “Sit anywhere you’d like I’ll be there in just a minute.” Tucking her drink into the crook of her arm that also carried her plate, she turned on her porch lights and the firepit. Chris had taken the seat facing out into the yard. Sitting down, he smiled at the corgi that had followed him outside, “Hey buddy.” 

Nicole leaned back in her chair, happily biting into her pizza slice and looking over at the two of them. Chris looked over at her as he grabbed a bottle out of the six pack on the ground and opened it. He took a sip before settling into his own chair, “Not bad.”

She nodded in his direction, “You impressed by the local beer?” 

“Yeah, I like sampling out the beers of places I go, keeps things fun.”

“I bet it does.” She gave him a smile before taking another bite of her pizza. 

He nodded before grabbing one of the tacos, “So, do you have a list of different interviews for everyone you interview or just me?” 

Nicole let out a half-hearted, embarrassed laugh, “You’re also kinda the first person I’ve had the chance to interview.”

Chris was a little stunned, “Really? I was the first huh?”

“Yeah, I hope I didn’t make a fool of myself or anything.” She said with a shrug before taking a bite from her chicken taco. 

“You didn’t make a fool of yourself. I think you did an amazing job between all the ideas and caring about what I wanted instead of a standard interview. Between the movie stuff and the politics, it’s nice to have this. This has really felt like a breath of fresh air.”

“Well, we are outside.”

“You got me there.” Chris said with a smirk before leaning down to pat Kennedy’s head. “You waiting for me to drop something little guy?”

Nicole laughed slightly before pointing next to his other shoe, “He wants you to throw his toy.”

Chris looked down seeing the hot pink ring with several chew marks in it, “Ah, is this it?” He brushed his hand on his pants before reaching down to grab it, “You ready?” He asked rhetorically before tossing it in the far corner of the yard.

Nicole got up from her chair and turned on a small machine at the edge of the patio. Chris continued to eat his portion of ribs while watching her dog run up to her and lick her face. She asked Kennedy to find the ball which it took him a few times to connect the dots of why she wanted it.  As soon as he figured it out, Kennedy took off running. He ran around the yard twice before finding the ball behind a tree and running back up to Nicole.She pointed at the top of the machine, “Drop it. Ken, drop it.” He opened his mouth, watching the ball circle the tunnel before it disappeared. With a popping sound, the machine shot the ball across the yard and Kennedy took off after it. 

Nicole made her way back to her seat and started eating her brisket and coleslaw. Chris smiled at her before watching Kennedy run back with the ball. They took their time sampling the different foods and exchanging comments about it. They had worked through the majority of their plates by the time Kennedy wore himself out running back and forth and the mini tennis ball cannon eventually powered itself off.

“It’s so tranquil back here.” He said before taking another drink.

“Thank you, it’s not a lot of space with the big patio and the hot tub and all but I like it, it’s mine. It’s enough for Kennedy to play fetch if he wants. I normally just sneak out to the hot tub at night or curl up by the firepit like we are right now. It’s good to have a place to decompress after being online all the time.” 

“Well, this seems like an amazing place to decompress.” 

She looked over at him with a smile only to see him smiling at her, “Thank you.” 

“By decompressing, is it just the hate you get or is it the burn out?” 

“I think it’s a little of both sometimes. I feel stagnant sometimes, like I did everything wrong and I just need to remind myself this is the life I built and I should be proud. People like my content no matter how critical I or others can be and it’ll be okay. It’s just hard sometimes.” She shrugged before finishing off her brisket and setting her plate on the edge of the fire pit. 

He nodded, “Do you have any friends around here?” 

Nicole gave a so-so hand gesture before leaning down to grab her drink. “A few. Some of the closest friends I have just fly in when they can and stay a few days. Everybody has lives, well, everyone except me.” 

He tilted his head to the side to look over at her, a little confused. 

She laughed, “All my friends are married and or have kids, some have big corporate jobs and others run their own small businesses from their house and I just play video games and talk about death on the internet. Which seems to be going well for me right now but I can’t imagine my novelty will last forever… People always get tired of me after one point or another. And this has already lasted longer than I thought it would, so I’ve just been constantly holding my breath and hoping the card house won’t crumble…Oh my god, how much have I had to drink?” 

Nicole asked with a nervous laugh and he reached out for her hand, “I get it. You thought your life would be one way and it never worked out, so you just watch your friends live their best lives. And you’re happy for them because it’s amazing they have their own happiness, but you can’t help but feel lonely and isolated… So you throw yourself into your work and even then you get burnt out but you still feel like you have to put on the front to the cameras to show you’re equally okay.” 

She looked at him with tears in her eyes and he let out a breathy laugh, “Was that too deep?” He asked before taking another drink. 

“Can I hug you?” She asked quietly and he nodded, tugging lightly on her arm as she got up from her seat. He scooted to the edge of his seat to lean up and place his plate on the edge of the firepit before looking up at her. She stood there awkwardly waiting for him to stand up and he just smiled up at her, “Take a seat.” 

“On your lap?” 

“Yeah, cmon.” 

“I’m warning you, I’m heavy.” 

“No, you’re not. Get down here.” She sighed before she slowly sat on his lap and he moved his hand to her outer hip, pulling her closer to him as he laid back in the chair. She gently wrapped an arm around his shoulders as her other hand holding her drink rested on her lap. He rested his head against her chest before closing his eyes, “We’re going to be alright.” 

“I hope so...I remember when I moved out here, I was so sure what I wanted and what I was going to do. Then every year that rolled on just got more and more complicated and now I don’t know anything at all.” 

Lifting his head up, he looked at her with a sad smile, “I hate to inform you that I think that feeling lasts forever.” 

“That’s awful.” 

“I know.” He said before letting his lips fall into a pout.

As he looked up at her she couldn’t help but notice how many different shades of blue were in his eyes. She didn’t know how long they had entranced her but she finally choked out the question that had been circling her mind all night, “Are you single?” 

“You think I would’ve done half the things I’ve done today if I was taken?” 

With an eye roll, she playfully hit his chest, “I don’t know you.”

“That’s fair.” He said with a nonchalant shrug before finishing off his beer. 

Nicole was trying to pick her words ever so carefully, “Thank you for today… And tonight.” 

“No, no , thank you for today. You treated me like a normal guy and we got to have some real conversations, I never get that with people I don’t know.” 

She felt her breath hitch as he lightly squeezed her thigh, “Thank you for having dinner with me and sitting by the fire pit. It’s, heh, it’s not very often I get company like this. I’ve had a really lovely night with you.” He set his beer bottle down on the ground before moving his head to look up at her, “Do you want me to go?” 

Nicole shook her head and started to smile. She saw a smile on his face for a brief moment before his lips met hers. He broke away from the kiss  to take her drink out of her hand and place it on the ground before his hands moved back to caress her face as he started to kiss her again. She couldn’t help but smile, feeling his nose press against her cheek. Nicole pulled away with her hand lightly pushing him back into the chair, “Let me turn off the fire pit before something bad happens, okay?” 

Chris nodded with a smile, “I’ll take the plates inside.” She moved off of his lap before going over to the valve box for the firepit. As she walked into the house, she saw Chris putting the remaining food in her fridge. 

“You didn’t have to do that. Thank you.” She gave him a warm smile and he returned it as he shut the refrigerator door. 

“Ah, that’s nothing. Thank you for showing me such amazing food tonight, truly.” 

Nicole bit her lip as they started walking towards each other, meeting at the edge of her kitchen island. Chris caressed her cheek with a smile, “Is it wrong that I want to take you to bed?”

She shook her head with a smile, “I don’t think so. Unless it’s wrong that I’m thinking that I want you to want to take me to bed?” Her sentence caused her to giggle from the slight confusion, “I’m consenting.” 

The house was soon full of laughter that was interrupted by kisses as they stumbled through the living room, up the stairs, and through the doors of her master bedroom. 

They excitedly undressed one another with different items of clothing being thrown across the room. 

His lips left kisses from her neck, across her chest, and down her stomach before they started to kiss down her right thigh.

“What are you doing?” She asked breathily, lifting her head up to look at him.

“No one has ever eaten you out before?” 

She shook her head, feeling slightly embarrassed. He looked up at her with a smile that quickly turned into a smirk, “Can I?” 

“I mean, sure? I don’t really know what to expect.”

“Just lay back and relax and if you want me to stop, just tell me. Alright?”

Nicole nodded, “Alright.”

He gave her a reassuring smile before guiding his tongue gently up and down her folds.

She fell back against the mattress with a smile, “Oh, wow…Okay.”

As his tongue gently flicked her clitoris, her hips bucked up towards him causing him to smirk. His fingertips were pressed into her thighs as he began to slowly suck on her delicate bud. His tongue tracing small circles around it to the rhythm of her hips grinding against him. 

Chris slowly slid two fingers into her and smiled against her as she arched her back  with a moan that formed into a strained scream. “Oh fuck.” 

He upped the pace of his fingers as her hands moved to his hair. Flicking his tongue against her once again, her hands moved down her body before her fingers were tangled up in his hair. His left hand eagerly began to grab and knead her right thigh and cheek while his right hand moved in between her thighs. The light gasps she let out as he slid his middle finger into her was enough to make his hair stand on end. He added a second finger and gradually picked up the pace before curling his fingers up slightly. Nicole let out a loud moan and grabbed onto his hair, unable to control her hips from bucking against him, “Oh my fucking god, don’t stop. Please don’t stop!” As her entire body began to shake  her thighs tightened around him with a few spasms before relaxing once again. Nicole let go of the hold she had on his hair and moved her hands to her own hair, doing her best to calm down.

He slowly pulled his fingers out of her with a smile before placing them in his mouth. 

“Heavenly.” He said as his hand moved across her stomach and up her side. He didn’t want to say he felt an exceeding amount of pride looking over the trembling woman beneath him, but he was pleased with his skills. Giving her a moment to recover, he placed kisses from her hip and up her side. “You’re gorgeous as fuck when you moan like that.” 

Nicole was trying to catch her breath and she let out a small laugh, “Thank you? I think?” 

His kisses moved up her neck, across her jaw, and to her lips with a smile but every time he pulled away he laughed slightly. 

She smiled as she cupped his face, “Thank you.” 

“It was my absolute pleasure. You ready for me?” He asked, pushing up against her causing her eyes to flutter shut for a moment with a whimper, “ Yes.” 

“Cmon darling, don’t get shy on me now. Tell me what you want.” He growled at her as his accent sent shivers up her spine. 

She swallowed hard before letting out a shaky breath, “I want you. I want to feel all of you inside of me, please.”

He grabbed onto her thighs, lifting her legs onto his waist and causing her to raise an eyebrow. He laughed, “What’s the face for?” 

“I just didn’t take you as the boring missionary type.”

“Oh, missionary with me is anything but boring.” 

“No one has ever gotten an orgasm out of me in missionary, but go ahead.”

It was his turn to raise his eyebrow with a smirk, “Is that a challenge?” 

“I’m just stating the lay of the land...But if you want to go ahead, go ahead.” 

“You better not fake anything.” He pointed a finger at her before moving his hand to his penis.

“Make it good and I won’t have to.” 

“Oh this is going to be good.” He whispered as he lined himself up and slid into her with a low groan. “Even better than I thought you’d feel, sweetheart. Holy fuck.” He gently rocked his hips back and forth a few times for each of them to get acclimated. 

His left hand ran up her side before it slipped underneath her to delicately cradling her head. As his lips met her neck, her fingers moved to his hair once again.

“Fuck, I-” She could feel his smile against her skin as she moaned quietly. 

“That feel good, sweetheart?”

“So good, so so good.” She replied before letting out a moan as his lips met her left nipple. His tongue flicked and swirled around her nipple as it did her clit moments before. With his fingers pinching and pulling at her other nipple she was putty in his hands. Her back arched up towards him with a whimper as she placed her hand in the middle of his chest with a light push, “Please.”

He looked up at her with a smirk, “What’s wrong sweetheart? I thought no one could get an orgasm out of you in missionary. You’re squeezing me like you want to have one.” He taunted her trembling form continuing his steady strokes into her. His right hand moved up to rest his palm on her cheek, “Stop fighting it, baby.” Moving to kiss her, he smiled as her hands came up to caress his face. She moaned into the kiss a few times before letting her head fall back against the pillow as her breath quickened. Chris eagerly kissed down her jawline. His kisses were easily stopped by his need to moan, “You feel so fucking good, baby.”

She grabbed onto his shoulder before her nails raked their way down his back.Her mumbles of ‘oh my god’ repeatedly fell from her lips sounding like a prayer directly to him. Nicole cried out his name before letting her hands fall to the sheets, her legs did her best trying to get out from underneath him by pulling her thighs together. His left hand pushed down her right thigh as he continued to thrust into her, “Chris-I’m-!” Grabbing onto the sheets as tight as she could, she felt one of her nails break off on her right hand as he relentlessly thrusted into her. Just as she thought she couldn’t take anymore, she gasped slightly feeling him pull out of her. Her eyes slowly drifted up to the man grunting and moaning above her chasing his own release. As he painted her stomach with pearly white strings of his cum, Nicole looked up at him in awe with a smile. She wanted to reach out and touch him but she was too dazed or perhaps even exhausted to move.

He looked over her trembling body as it tried desperately to come down from the euphoric high it just went to. Even though he was out of breath, he couldn’t help but smile back down at her, “As you were saying?” 

“Oh my god… What the-“ She broke into a fit of tired but nervous giggles, “That was amazing, I can’t even- oh my god.”  Nicole’s hands quickly moved up to cover her face causing him to chuckle before placing light kisses up her left forearm until she slowly lowered her hands. Once her lips were revealed he made sure to give her a light kiss before sitting back lightly on his heels. 

He smiled down at her slowly catching his own breath. Her hands were clasped together on her chest as it rose and fell as she tried to catch her breath, “That… That isn’t allowed.” 

He laughed, “What isn’t? Finishing?” 

“Making me cum like that,” She paused to swallow the lump that was in her throat, “It’s not allowed.” 

Chris smirked as he ran his hands up her outer thighs with a smile, “Oh yeah? And why is it not allowed?” 

Reaching down, she grabbed onto his hands, “Because after this I’ll probably never see you again and I’ll never get to feel like that again.” 

Chris shook his head with a laugh, “You’re going to see me again.” 

“I am?” 

He leaned down to whisper in her ear, “I haven’t seen how beautiful you look from behind yet, you will definitely be seeing me again.” 

Nicole turned her head to laugh as he sat back up and patted her outer thighs, “Okay, where’s your towels?” 

She looked down at her stomach, “I was just going to shower, if that’s alright with you. I smell like brisket and pizza.” 

“How big is your shower?” He asked with a smile, causing her to laugh, “It’s big enough you can join me in the shower.” 

Chris' right hand moved to the left side of her head and his thumb ran back and forth across her cheek, “You ready to get in the shower?”

“I don’t know, I’m in a daze right now.” 

“Yeah, I can see that.” He continued to stroke her cheek as a sleepy smile crept across her face. She found a comfort in the palm of his hand that she had never felt. His voice was enough to raise goosebumps over her skin as he whispered, “You’re so beautiful.”

“Shut up.” Her cheeks turned a faint shade of red. His laughter filled the room causing her smile to grow before he pressed his lips to hers. 

“I mean it.” His fingers delicately moved down her neck to her breast and around her back, “I think we should get you in that shower because you’re looking tired.” He lifted her up gently and helped her slide to the edge of the bed. Holding out his hands to her she took them and stood up slowly. Nicole took a deep breath before giving him a smile, “The shower awaits.” She led him down the small hallway into her master bathroom before dropping his hand to turn on the shower. Chris kissed the side of her head before stepping into the shower. Nicole grabbed two extra towels and put them on the edge of the bathtub. Grabbing a scrunchie off the counter, she quickly put her hair in a bun and joined him in the now steaming shower. 

“How’s my shower treating you?” She asked, taking in the sight of the glistening man underneath her showerhead. Stepping out from underneath the stream of water, he ran his hand across his face to push away the remaining water before smiling at her. 

“It’s nice, a lot warmer than I’m used to, but…” He paused to place his hands on her hips and pull her closer to him, “It’s a great shower with amazing company.” 

She pushed up on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek before turning around to face the water. Reaching over for a few pumps of soap she lathered it up in her hands before washing off her stomach and thighs, trying not to pay too much attention to the man’s hands holding her hips and swaying back and forth with her. 

“You having fun back there?”

“So much fun.” 

The smirk against her neck was enough to make her blush again. She sheepishly turned around to face him and he gently pressed his forehead against hers. Words seemed to fail her as she looked into his eyes that seemed to shift from deep blue to the lightest gray the more she stared at them, “Hi.” She whispered and he couldn’t help but crack a smile before whispering back.

“Hey darlin’.”

“You, uh, you come here often?”

“Not often enough.” Chris said with a big smirk.

Nicole shook her head with a smile before he cupped her face and his hands and kissed her again. 

“God, look at you.” Chris said with a sigh before letting his hands trail down her frame, stopping at her hips. He ran his palms up and down her hips a few times before he tightly grabbed onto her ass causing Nicole to jump with a squeal. He wrapped his arms around her with a laugh causing her to smile and lightly hit his back, “You are something else.”

“I hope that’s a good something else.” He said with a raised brow before relaxing it once she nodded. 

“It is, it really is.” She reassured him before kissing his cheek and relaxing off her tiptoes. “Now let’s finish up this shower before you get any ideas.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” He said in a teasing tone before reaching for the bar of soap on the shelf. 

It was a little after eleven by the time the two of them got back into bed. Chris was back in his boxers and Nicole in a NASA crop top and her gray boyshort underwear. She quickly cuddled up against him, resting her head on his chest and draping her arm over him. “You’re a goddamn walking romance novel, you know that?” 

Chris laid there staring at the ceiling fairly amused. His hand rubbed small circles in the middle of her back and it felt as if he was always meant to be here. 

“Where are you off to next?” Her voice brought him back to the harsh reality that he had other responsibilities. 

“Oh, uhm, next is DC.”

“What are you doing in DC?”

“It’s part of a political project I'm starting.”

She hummed, “I used to want to run for president.”

“Really?” He asked somewhat surprised with a little laugh.

“Yeah, I wanted to be the first woman president.”

“What happened to that dream?”

“Whenever I argue or debate something I cry and I didn’t have it in me to keep a squeaky clean image until after I got elected in 2032.” She got out before letting out a yawn. Chris laughed slightly and rubbed her back, “That’s fair. Did I wear you out, kid?” 

“You really did, you even have me telling my cheesy childhood aspirations as pillow talk. I don’t know what you did to me.”

“Fucked you right for the first time in your life I guess.”

“I guess so… I should’ve asked if you were a cuddler before I just assumed.”

“It was the right assumption to make. I love cuddling. I love the intertwining of legs and playing with hair and heart beats syncing up, all of it.”

“That’s… So romantic.” 

“I’m a romantic guy. You comfortable?”

“I’m so comfortable. Are you comfortable? We can switch to spooning or something if you want.” 

“I’m sure we’ll end up spooning sooner or later, we’re still just chatting.”

“You may be the only one chatting here in a few minutes.” Nicole said with a slight laugh before hugging onto him a little tighter, “What else did you want to talk about?” 

He didn’t know. Every topic they could converse about left his mind, and as much as he didn’t want to admit it he was tired too. All he could do was sigh in response, taking a moment to make his thoughts into a normal comment that wouldn’t creep her out, “I don’t have anything else to talk about, I just know that when we go to bed the night will be over.”

“And as soon as your phone alarm goes off you’ll have to get dressed and leave.”

As the words left her lips, he stopped rubbing her back. 

She got it.

She knew just what he was feeling. 

“Is that why you’re fighting to stay awake?”

She nodded against his chest with a sad sigh, “I’m afraid when I wake up you won’t be here and it all would’ve been a dream.”

“Well, if it were up to me I wouldn’t be going anywhere.” 

His words caused her to pause. She tilted her head to look up at him, “You mean that?”

“Why would I be lying? I already got you in bed.”

Nicole rolled her eyes before settling back against his chest only smiling when she felt his lips meet the top of her head. “Cmon now… I mean it. I want to take you on a proper date so you know that I mean it. I just gotta work some filming things out first.”

“And politics.” She reminded him and he nodded before lifting up his free hand to give her a thumbs up, “Yup, the politics. Next year is an election year, a great time to do it.”

“So prepared.” Nicole taunted, patting his side causing him to roll his eyes now, “Alright roll over.”

He quickly double checked the alarms on his phone as she obliged and rolled onto her other side. Once he was sure his alarms would go off, he set the phone back down so it could charge and rolled over to wrap his left arm around her before pulling her back against him. Nicole lifted her head up so he could place his right arm beneath it. “You comfortable?” He asked, causing her to laugh slightly, “Yes, are you? For like the third time.”

“Yeah, just want to make sure. Where’s your dog?”

“Oh, he’s downstairs. He’s just confused. I normally don’t go to bed until around one in the morning so he will likely play around downstairs for a little before he makes his way up here. He just sleeps in the far corner of the bed so he won't bug you.” 

He hummed in agreement settling into bed and closing his eyes. “Good to know.” 

Nicole yawned before reaching up to rest her hand on his left arm that was wrapped around her, “If I’m too tired to tell you this in the morning, thank you for an amazing night.”

“Thank you for making this an amazing night.” He replied before pressing a smile against her neck and falling asleep.

His alarm went off at three am and she couldn't help but groan at the sound, “I don’t want you to go.” 

He sleepily chuckled sitting up and grabbing his phone, “Trust me, I don’t want to go either. If I would’ve known you were going to be this once in a lifetime thing I would’ve cleared my entire week.”

Nicole sat up next to him with a little yawn, “Did you want to take some of those cupcakes with you?”

“Uh, hell yeah I do.” He said with a smile before getting out of bed to get dressed.

Nicole got out of bed with a little stretch, “I’m going to go get them ready for you since your people are probably waiting.” 

“I’ll be right behind you.” He called out while putting on his pants as she left the room. 

He made his way across the kitchen to the woman that was delicately placing cupcakes into a box. Nicole looked up at him with a smile after placing the last one in, “I gave you a dozen in case you wanted to share. Or maybe nervously eat them before you go shake hands with all the politicians. Whatever you want to do.” She bit her lip realizing that he wasn’t saying anything, just staring at her and letting her ramble. 

Chris cupped her face in his hands before leaning down to kiss her. His hands wrapped around her waist and she moved onto her toes to wrap her arms around his shoulders. This embrace could have lasted forever but they were rudely interrupted by his phone ringing. He pulled away with a sigh, “That’s Nick calling.” 

“I guess you better not keep him waiting.” She looked up at him with a sad smile. 

He gently tucked her hair behind her ear, “I’ll be back.” 

“I hope so.” Nicole said with a teasing scrunch of her nose. 

He wrapped his arm around her before they walked to her front door. “Maybe next time I can bring Dodger so Kennedy will have a buddy to run around the yard with while I wear his momma out.” 

Nicole laughed and squeezed his side a little, “Sounds good to me. Maybe send me a text if you aren’t so busy.”

Once they got to the door, he let go of her and took the box of cupcakes from her, “Oh, of course. I’m more of a caller than a texter, but we will work it out.”

She opened the door for him and he waved at the SUV in the driveway before turning back to her and grabbing her hand, “I had a great time with you.”

“I had a great time with you too...Until next time then?” 

“Until next time.” He said with a smile and kissed her forehead, he slowly let go of her hand as he walked backwards out the front door of her house , “And we’re making that god damn homemade pizza next time I come back.” 

“Can’t wait.” Nicole smiled at him as he got into the SUV and as he rolled the window down to wave at her one last time. She blew him a kiss and as soon as he was out of the driveway she shut and locked the door, allowing her smile to fall. 

This was going to destroy her.

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Name/Nickname: Sierra. little cousins call me Rara and it’s adorable

Gender: nonbinary/maybe genderfluid? they/them and she/her pronouns are both cool beans w me

Star sign: Capricorn

Height: 5′3 / 160 cm

Time: 6:30ish PM pacific as I type this

Birthday: January 14th

Favourite bands: My Chemical Romance, Kamelot, Nightwish, Evanescence, Queen, Foo Fighters, The Cure

Favourite solo artists: P!nk, Chris Cornell, Mitski, Lady Gaga

Song stuck in my head: “Stand By Me” by Ben E. King

Last movie: unfortunately Casino Royale. I’m embarrassed by how much I enjoy a James Bond film but it’s true.

Last show: Community or Gilmore Girls, I think

When did you create this blog: August of 2011. I will probably never leave this place smh

What do I post: lots and lots of Star Wars. sporadic Dragon Age, Mass Effect, Fallout, Elder Scrolls, and Wayhaven Chronicles too. whining about the personal life.

Last thing googled: whether or not Chris Cornell was a solo artist (I’m counting it)

Do I get asks: whenever I rebagel ask memes :’)

Why I chose my url: 

Following: 355 bagels

Followers: 987 bagels

Average hours of sleep: 8-10ish lol and I’m still tired rip

Lucky number: 7, 14, and 21

Instruments: I wish :( love to learn to play the violin

What am I wearing: black pants, grey shirt, grey sweater, black shoes

Dream job: theoretically an author. maybe an archaeologist? I’m trying to figure it out

Dream trip: South America

Last book I read: my brain cell won’t let me read books lately and I can’t remember :(

Favourite food: big fan of fried rice, gyros, and pho

Favourite song: changes all the time but right now it’s “You Know My Name” by Chris Cornell bc unfortunately I like a J*mes B*nd film (also I love Chris Cornell’s voice)

Top three fictional universes: Star Wars, Final Fantasy X (even with the gigantic murder whale), uhhhh I’m blanking on a third one

tagging: nah, but if you want to then go for it <3

[hellcheerbrainrot]

Rules: answer 30 questions and tag 20 blogs you are contractually obligated to know better. I was tagged by @grimeysociety Thanks luv 😉

I’m tagging: Grimey tagged most of the blogs I’d like to see answer these questions lol, but also @r3volutionary-queen @sweeterthanthis @navybrat817 @ozarkthedog @sweater-daddiesdumbdork @yespumpkindoodlesthings @stargazingfangirl18 

Name/Nickname: Farleigh or Far

Gender: woman

Star Sign: Scorpio sun, Pisces moon, Virgo ascending

Height: 5′5″

Time: 12:20 PM

Birthday: Nov 3rd

Favourite bands: Soooooo many, first favorite was the Beatles

Favourite solo artists: Billie Eilish, Fiona Apple, Childish Gambino, Rihanna, Adele, Bishop Briggs

Song Stuck In My Head: I’m the Bad Guy, Billie Eilish

Last Movie: Love Actually (for the holidays)

Last Show: Rick and Morty, now Bridgerton (Netflix)

When Did I Create This Blog: 2020, I started it after i found out all of my favorite writers on AO3 had blogs here :)

What I Post: mostly other peoples writing and pics of Chris Evans, the unrequited love of my life

Last Thing I Googled: Star Chart so I could get a precise answer above

Other blogs: my NSFW side blog (which has more followers) freyaswolf

Following: 91

Followers: this blog has 75

Average hours of sleep: 5-6

Lucky number: Don’t really have one but my fave is 13

Instruments: I’ve never had the patience to learn

What I Am Wearing: leggings and a sweater

Dream Job: author

Dream Trip: a tour of the UK and Europe

Favourite food: French fries-extra crispy

Nationality: American (reluctantly- I’d move overseas in a heartbeat)

Favourite song: Shut Up and Dance, Walk the Moon 

Last book I read: I can’t remember, it’s been a while, I’ve converted to fanfic 😜

Top 3 fictional Universes I’d Like To Live In: Harry Potter, MCU, Star Wars

[chrispersonalcornermoved]

20 Questions Tag Game

I was tagged by @shellsan (thank you~!)

Name: Chris Nickname: I’ve been giving various little nicknames but some have been only briefly used (pretty sure I was once nicknamed butterfly and cupcake), others are chrysanthemum (you know what, I never asked how this one came to be, split between the similarity with Chris and the cheerful meaning it can have), fried friend (born from a typo, i think you can see it :P), queen of feels (born from all the feels i would write with a good friend and how he was already called king of feels), silly (self given), morethansatsan (a play with an old url, and again, giving feels).  Zodiac sign: Cancer (water monkey in chinese zodiac; leo in moon sign, scorpio in rising).  Height: 170 cm last I knew  Languages: English, French (native tongue but I write better in English), some knowledge of Spanish, very very basic Japenese.  Nationality: French  Favorite season: Fall  Favorite flower: This is a very good question, I’ll love any that looks pleasing to me, I guess because I know them more I would say rose, but really it’s just, visual pleasing ones.  Favorite scent: I can’t say, I love when it feels “fresh” and I’ll like a lot of flowery and soft scents. I also like nail polish scent and some paints scents.  Favorite color: Light shades of blue tend to be my fave, but I also love a lot gold and silver, as well as white and black. I also like green in various shades, dark shades of blue, and dark shade of red. Favorite animal: Fox, wolf, felines in general, horses, dolphin, a fondness for bunnies due to fictional husbands exposing me to sights of cuteness.  Favorite fictional characters: Allen Walker, Wei Wuxian, Lan Wangji; they are my current faves and have been for a while; we honestly don’t know much about them but I also love Nea and Mana Campbell; and I do love Tyki Mikk. And Cross Marian. I do like Jiang Cheng too (a lot of MDZS characters are likeable so). Don’t get me started on BBC Merlin (Merlin, Arthur, Gwaine, Lancelot). I got to say Natsume Takashi, he’s precious boy. Coffee, tea, or chocolate: Tea, I don’t like the taste of coffee, and while I can drink hot chocolate it’s rarely my choice (the irony is that I don’t like the taste of chocolate alone nor do I like the taste of milk alone).  Average sleep hours: it can depends, in general it’ll be around 8 hours, and sometimes it’s like, 4/5 hours then I’m awake then I nap for anywhere between 2 to 4 hours.  Dog or cat person: I love both, I feel more in tune with cats and felines in general, but I do love both!  Number of blankets you sleep with: It depends, when it’s hot I’ll sleep with one, otherwise it’s generally two, and three if it’s cold. I have one warm cover and the others are thin, so I can also juggle which I put.  Dream trip: I will never grow tired of visiting London; I also hope to one day do a sort of tour of UK (especially Ireland and Scotland); and I do feel like I’d hope to one day visit Japan; on another note, I feel it a nice thought to have a trip to see all my friends and/or have all us make a trip together.  Blog established: This ones date back to December 2014; I’m pretty sure my oldest blog dates back from somewhere in 2012 (on a side note, chrisemrysfics dates back April 2018 but I moved it, the old one, chrisemrysblog, dates back to May 2015).  Followers: 77 here (148 on my fic blog).  Random fact: Inspired by Shell speaking of that, I recently started collecting pine cones and feathers I find that attract my eyes, and I tend to not resist getting swords/blades and dragon stuffs so I kind of collect these too!

Rules: Answer 20 questions then tag 20 blogs you’d like to know better!

Tagging: If you want to and also anyone else who wants to can do it and say you were tagged; @higuchimon @satari-raine @ast3ri @chibi-usapyon @mo-xuanyun @gonedolin (tumblr why) @thejestercalledhappy @faeriexqueen @silentium-nightshade

[phantomofsilence]

Title : Stuck Between A Rock And A Hard Place

Word Count : Honestly who the hell knows?

Warning : Sad Bucky, sad Steve, you can see it from the request.

A/N :

Alright so i already posted this request but Tumblr somehow deleted it. So i had to do it all over again. Well thankfully not the story, i fortunately wrote it in the notes, i learned that lesson the hard way. Anyway along with a story the request itself was deleted. So i think this is how the request went, if it was your request message me if it was wrong. Also i had a really hard time with this request, i don't know why i just wasn't inspired, well probably more tired from college than inspired, but that's why it took so long. I wanted to do it right. Also for anyone else who send me a request i saw it, and i will right it as soon as my obligations allow me some free time. Also i did the P. O. V. thing so don't get confused. Okay, enough rambling, i hope you like it. And also i believe there was a compliment in the request for gif usage, thank you for that. 😘😘😘❤️

Request : Can you do a fic where you and the new agent are getting closer to the point where the team suspects that you are falling out of love with Bucky? (angst to fluff).

Steve's P. O. V.

As soon as he saw her enter the kitchen Chris was out of his seat smothering her in a hug, but Natasha and Steve, hung back and watched with frowns on their faces.

They stayed quiet during their conversation occasionally sipping coffee.

Their stubbornness and Steve's persistence in making sure both him and the team stay out of this complicated and deeply personal situation, rendered them mute, as they stood there cold and stoic, as they sipped on their coffee.

Many would say the intimacy in the embrace, those gentle smiles, and completely unnecessary gazes they were curently being subjected to were highly inappropriate and Steve would have to agree with them.

The more he watched, the more sorry he felt for his friend. But no, Steve wasn't angry at her, he was hurt. How could such a sweet girl be so uncaring? No one deserves this kind of treatment, his friend the least. He's been through so much already, Steve thought you out of all people understood this.

He lost so much, did he have to lose you too?

You were the rock that kept thing moving, a force anyone could fall back on if needed to be. And you want to abandon it all, for this Chris, a man you barely know compared to his friend.

Steve knew he was letting his feelings cloud his judgement, and you haven't really done anything but spent time with a man you claimed was your friend, a man that was your partner. He knew he spent just as much, if not more time with Natasha and she was one of his most valued friends.

Also, Chris seemed like a nice guy, the kind of man if you were still single he'd advise you to go for.

But that's it, you weren't single. In fact you were in a committed relationship with the most important person in his life.

He was stuck between a rock and a hard place, and he didn't know what to do. Invade his best friend's privacy or let his best friend be hurt when he could at least cushion the blow.

One more look at the 'lovely couple' and he decided, privacy be damned, his friend deserves honesty at least and he was gonna make sure he got it for him.

"Steve.." a voice trailed off cautiously, he looked over the see Natasha leaning on the counter facing them, with her head turned towards him looking at him.

"I know, Nat." he knew he shouldn't have snapped, it wasn't her fault. She sighed.

"Steve it should be one of us, I know it sucks to hurt him like that, but it's even worse if he caught them, and we knew but didn't tell him."Like always the redhead was right, but he still tried to reason with her.

"But she hasn't done anything yet Natasha, we can't make things up when they didn't happen."

She rolled her eyes at his statement. "Yes, Steve, she hasn't done anything, yet Steve. The key word being yet. Come on, Steve! They've known each other for only two months, and they are joined at the hip. If you think Bucky didn't notice you are mistaken. Dude's been giving her the kicked puppy eyes for days now and she hasn't even noticed choosing to ogle at her new beau. This calls for revenge! "The redhead took a deep breath and said.

" He is your best friend Steve, if the rolls were reversed wouldn't you like him to say something? "

Steve didn't respond, it wasn't necessary, they both knew the answer. Instead of pushing him, Natasha gently squeezed his shoulder and left him in the kitchen to think it over.

An hour later Steve was letting out his anger on a punching bag. The more he thought about it, the more conflicted he got.

This wasn't his relationship but it was his friend. Thou you were his friend too, after Peggy's death you along with Natasha were there for him, hell you've spent the whole day making jokes just to make him forget.

You were like Bucky, the Bucky from before, not just before The Winter Soldier, but before the war. The guy that got him in a lot of trouble and the guy that stood by him and protected him when he took a bite too large to swallow.

The man that took him to many unsuccessful dates, his companion, his family, it's what drew him to you.

You were a sense reality in the world that no longer made sense, a familiar face in a strange place.

Although he wanted to protect his friend, he also felt oddly protective of you. He couldn't betray your trust, but he couldn't betray Bucky either.

Why did this has to be so hard? He thought and punched the punching bag so hard it ripped and fell few feet away.

"What did that punch bag ever do to you?" Said a man Steve was successfully avoiding since this morning.

"Oh, hey Buck. What's up?" he said trying to act nonchalant. "I could ask you the same thing. Why are you avoiding me? Did i do something?" Bucky demanded.

"I'm not avoiding you." Steve mildly shrugged. Glaring at him he got closer almost to his face. "What the hell is going on?"

Steve could hear the anger in his voice, but also hurt, trying to protect him he's the one that ended up hurting him.

"Nothing, Buck." Steve said. "Listen here, punk!

"It's bad enough the love of my life could possible be cheating on me right now, now i can't even trust you!? What the hell man?"

Steve looked at his best friend, his eyes were puffy, tears threatening to spill, but he refused to let them fall, he had dark bags under his eyes, he hasn't been sleeping well, his hands shaking in anger, this was a man already hurt.

"Look i wanted to tell you about her, but I didn't want to betray her either so I've been ignoring you both so i don't hurt anyone. I guess that ship sailed." He said, his friend deserved honestly at least he can get it from him.

"You think she's cheating on me?" asked Bucky. "I don't know, man. I did not see her so anything, from all we know we're just making stuff up."

Steve frowned, even thou he shouldn't do it now, he was defending her. "You're a good friend, Steve. But i didn't ask what you saw, i want a yes or no answer." Bucky said.

"Why do i matter, why are you asking me? If you really wanted to know you'd ask her. But you're asking me because you know i will never give you that answer. So why are you asking me, Buck?" Steve demanded.

Bucky glared at him, before he grabbed his shoulder giving him a smile." You're a punk, kid."Bucky said, paused to inhale and exhale before continuing." It's because i don't really wanna know. I love her, Steve. If fact i love her so much that even thou, she 's literally ripping me in half, my brain is still finding a reason to forgive her. That she loves me and it's all a mistake. I'm pathetic."

Bucky lowered his head, squeezed his shoulder again, let go and turned to leave.

At the door Steve voice halted him in place.

" You're not pathetic. You love her. Knowing you my whole life, you were never soft on a dame like that. I'm sorry it had to be like this."

Without turning around Bucky whispered. "Me too." And left.

Steve could see it bright as day this man was a mess. He had to do something, you might be his friend, and it wasn't his business , but he was about to confront you.

Steve knew you, you were not a coward.

He would get you to tell the truth, perhaps it wasn't too late. You need to be honest and you might even work it out with Bucky.

Taking his phone out of his pocket he texted you to meet him in his room.

Your P. O. V.

After the workout Chris suggested you go to the diner you always go after a successful mission.

"Come on it's been some time since we been there." Snorting at that statement you replied. "We literally went there two days ago."

Groaning Chris whined. "Exactly, too long, come on i know you can practically taste those fries and that strawberry and vanilla milkshake you like. Eh, it will be fun and if i may say so i make great company."

Although the offer was tempting, and you really could taste those fries and that delicious milkshake, you had to go home to your boyfriend.

You missed him so much, and judging by those sad eyes he's been giving you he missed you just as much, if not more.

The missions you were being sent on this past month left little to no time for your relationship, and now having to prepare for an undercover mission of great importance and you weren't allowed to speak about it with anyone according to Maria, you were forced to spend all your free time with Chris.

Well forced was a harsh word, Chris was a great man and an amazing partner, but he wasn't your boyfriend.

"Sorry gotta take a rain check." You mumbled apologetically. Chris smiled and pulled you in for a hug.

"Hey i get it, if i had a hunk like that waiting for me at home, i wouldn't even bother talking to you. Scram, kid." You arched an eyebrow on chuckling. "Is that so? "

"I'd fuck him."

As you were nearing your apartment your phone buzzed. Looking at the screen you saw you had a text from Steve. Opening it read' We need to talk, met me at my place'.

Steve was not the best texter but he never sounded this urgent and formal. If this was about the mission he would have asked meat at The Tower, this was personal.

Something was wrong.

All it took was three knocks to be met with Steve's hard gaze, he stood aside allowing you to come in.

"So we need to talk?Are you breaking up with me Steve?"A light-hearted joke that was meant to brighten the mood was met with a glare. Okay, not the right crowd.

"Listen, i know it's non of my business and you're my friend, but this needs to end. What the hell is going on with you and Chris? "

Steve asked firmly before placing his hands on his belt buckle. You knew that stance, you've seen it a million times, it was meant to frighted and send a message that he met business.

You never thought you's see it being used on you. But you weren't so easily scared.

"You're right, Steve it's non of your business ." You replied defensively. Who was he thinking he could question you?

"You're right, but i don't care. I'm the one who has to watch my friend heartbroken when you leave with Chris, so excuse me if I'm a little protective. Just don't. Own up to it." Steve said.

"Own up to what, Steve? Heartbroken? My Bucky? What the hell is going on?" You demanded. You have done nothing to Bucky. What the hell is he talking about?"You hurt him and..." Steve began but you cut him off. "Hurt him i haven' t even spoken to him!" You piped up.

"Exactly."

Bucky's P. O. V.

Knowing he couldn't stay cupped up in his room with all those thoughts swearing in his head Bucky decided to take a walk, and by walk he meant a run, muttering angry at nothing and panting wildly.

He wasn't sure if he was panting because he was tired from the aggressive run or the work his mind put him through.

He decided the latter.

As if he was cursed to suffer today, he ran into the last person he wanted to see. Chris strolled up to him, a bright smile on his face, as if he wasn't the cause to his misery. Some nerve on this guy!

"Hey, Buck right?" he said to Bucky holding his hand for him to shake. Bucky just looked down at it frown.

"Not a hand shaker? Alright, i get it. I'm getting used on it myself.Also some say it's unhygienic."

What pissed of Bucky even more was that Chris wasn't even fazed by Bucky unfriendly stance. This guy!

"Anyway i just wanted to meet the man my partner won't shut up about. I mean that woman's got you on a pedestal you'd think your shooting rainbow out of your ass."

Keep rubbing salt to an open wound, Bucky though. This dude was something else.

"Look man, i don't really know her for that long, but she's kinda grown on me. She's one heck of a woman. She means a lot to me and... " Bucky cut him of. "I can imagine." He remarked through his teeth.

"No, you really can't, she has been there for me after the war, you know when you get back everyone keeps walking on egg shells around you, it's a strange place, even the bed feels wrong, too soft. But she made me feel human."

Suddenly the anger for the man was gone and all that was left was confusion. Chris was a marine? It would explain his posture.

" She's not afraid to hold me, i thank God or whatever is out there everyday for a friend like her. "

Bucky knew what he was talking about oh to well, she made him fell the same. She was comfort, she was peace, she was his home.

" Why are you telling me all of this? "Bucky asked.

" Because I'm not blind, i know a jealous man when i see one. She holds me because it helps me relax, not because she is in love with me. Don't even try to deny it. I know what it feels to love her, but you know what it feels like to be loved by her. If anyone has the right to be jealous, it's me. Don't screw this up, man. See ya. "

Before Bucky even had the chance to process what Chris had said, he turned and ran the other way.

Walking into your room you felt oddly nervous. You didn't even know it but you've made the man you love, a man in doubt.

He now questioned your love and you did not even notice. Sure you saw a bit of sadness but regarded it as him simply missing you.

Not a man heartbroken and riddled with insecurities. He probably hasn't even slept right and you didn't see it.

There was no reason for your fear, the room was empty, no Bucky in sight. Footsteps in the hallway made you turn around. Walking out of the room you followed the footsteps into the hallway, outside your apartment, down the stairs and only when you were outside did you catch the glimpse of the man of our.

Gathering enough courage you called out Bucky who at the sound of your voice turned and froze.

The tension was high, you could feel it in the air as you stared at one another.

Just as you opened your mouth to speak not even knowing what to say Bucky crossed the distance, grabbed you by the back of your neck and kissed you.

It only took you a second to respond, the kiss was desperate, teeth clashing, tongues fighting for dominance, while hands roamed all over, pulling, squeezing.

Pulling away for air you kept your eyes closed. "Tell me you love me." Pleaded Bucky, making you feel even more guilty.

Opening your eyes your hands sneaked themselves around his neck pulling until your forehead touched his own.

"I'm not sure about a lot of things Bucky. But there is one thing i am sure about and that is that i love you, James Buchanan Barnes, i love you and i always will. I'm sorry i ever made you doubt my love. "

"No, i am the one that's sorry. I shouldn't have doubted you in the first place. I got so stuck in my own head. I'm sorry. I love you so much, doll."

"I love you. Let's just forget about it and agree that from now on we will talk about this things. No holding back. "

"You're right. From now, we talk. But please be patient with me. And do me a favor, will you."

"Anything."

"Don't quit on me. I know it can be hard to be with me sometimes, but I love you as much it is possible for this broken man to love. "

"You're not broken, just bent. And don't act like I'm a walk in the park, i know i can be frustrating. But this is a relationship, we work together, we compromise, we fight, we make love. We don't quit on each other, we fight for us."

"I love you."

"And i love you."

[nailbatss]

How do you think the boys would react to finding you crying and hurt with bruises all over ur body ?? ❣️❤️

I’m taking a break from my writing to answer this! Thanks for sending it anon! I love coming up with headcanons. Also, this is my first one so sksksk enjoy ❤️

The Boys Finding (Y/N) Hurt, TW: abuse aftermath, bullying

💜 JOEL PIMENTEL - 

• He’s definitely pissed that you’re hurt, but cares more about you 

• Makes sure your wounds are tended to before he gives each one a little kiss

• “Babe, I want you to know that I love you no matter what. These bruises are only temporary.”

• Totally is the one to suggest cuddles

• but he makes sure not to hurt your bruised skin

• Sings to you to help you calm down some more

• Holds you close

• “I won’t let them hurt you anymore. I promise.”

• Will be at your house in five minutes (if not already there)

💚 ZABDIEL DE JESUS - 

• Boy is he P I S S E D

• but not at you, only at those who hurt you

• Whispering sweet nothings to you as he hugs you close to his body

• Basically like Joel in saying they will heal

• Threatens to beat up the person who hurt you

• Hears that it’s your dad and homeboy threatens to fight your dad

• You tell him not to worry, but he does anyway

• Takes you to McDonald’s to get you some fries or a milkshake

• Late night conversations about nothing in mind as long as you’re smiling

❤ RICHARD CAMACHO -

• He finds you on the ground after the mean girls’ boyfriends pushed you. Bad boy Richuki gets into a fight and teaches them a lesson

• Now you’re both patching up your wounds and explaining to the headmaster why you’re both bruised up

• Plot twist: Richard doesn’t get in trouble for defending you

• He for sure skips the rest of the day with you to make sure you feel okay

• Lots of cuddles and kisses from Richuki, your champion

• Late night drive in his car to loud music, stopping on a cliffside to watch the stars twinkle overhead

• The man brought a picnic to help ease the pain a little more

• Everytime those guys come back, he’s glaring and he has his arm around you

• No more bruises while your badass boyfriend is around

💙 ERICK BRIAN COLON -

• baby boy is so sad because you’re sad

• “Tu estas triste? Why?” 

• Lots of hugs and he’s trying to crack jokes while holding you

• kisses to your cheeks while counting “Beso uno, beso dos....”

• Movie time with him to all the best Disney movies

• He tells you how gorgeous you are even while your skin is different colors because of the bruises

• “You look pretty, even moreso a work of art!” He’s trying-

• Plays guitar for you and sings to you quietly

• “Baby are you down, down, down, down, down... You shouldn’t be!” He finishes. What a goofball.

💛 CHRISTOPHER VELEZ -

• Usually all smiles, but when his baby is hurt, he’s sad and trying to calm you down.

• “What’s wrong, baby?” 

• After hearing that you’re hurt because of a fight with your sibling/parents, he’s angry and threatening to do something

• Which is scary hot when it comes to this man, since he’s usually so jokey and trying to be funny (Protective Chris is so hot okay)

• He takes you to his favorite karaoke bar where you two can let go for a while

• Even though you’re a mess, he’s trying to sing badly on purpose to make you laugh. (Spoiler alert, it does)

• Christopher makes you laugh until you forget why you cried

• Listening to all the hits from the 80′s, Selena, Backstreet Boys, up to Ed Sheeran (modern music). Your boyfriend has amazing taste

• Maybe you two get matching tattoos (but not obvious ones to jinx anything). Or you pick a tattoo for him and laugh when he yelps from the pain.

[ashley191]

21 Questions

Rules: answer 21 questions and tag 21 people you want to get to know better.

I was tagged by @baloobird Thanks again!

Nickname: Ash or by my final fantasy 14 name of Kaidan.

Height: 5'9 1/2"

Last Movie I Saw: Captain Marvel

Favorite Artists: Gackt, Linkin Park, Shinedown, P!nk, George Michael, Eminem, Alicia Keys, Queen, Foo Fighters, Metallica, Bruno Mars, and the list could go on and on.

Song(s) Stuck in My Head: Orenji no Taiyou by Gackt and Hyde, Heaven ( Don't Have A Name) by Sam Felt and Jeremy Renner, One More Light by Linkin Park, Tennessee Whiskey by Chris Stapleton, My Religion and Far Away by Troy Baker

Other blogs: None

Do I Get Asks: Not really

Following: Mostly Irondad and Marvel with some Supernatural and DBZ/Vegeta folks

Amt. Of Sleep: If I manage to sleep at all, between 4 or 5 hours.

Lucky #: I always leaned towards 22 for some reason or another.

What I'm Wearing: Trinity Blood shirt with black sweat pants.

Dream Job: I honestly don't know. Professional cosplayer.

Favorite Food: Pizza and fried foods

Play any Instruments: Clarinet when I was younger

Favorite Songs: It changes on a daily basis

Random Fact: I always say it on these things but I like to think I have a good singing voice.

Describe Yourself as Aesthetic Things: Warm day, sitting outside on the porch with headphones on, a cold soda, just watching life go by

Those that see this, feel free to do this!

[crispycreambacon]

U ok man?

Have a bottle of woolsworth apple and mango juice

Thank you for this

> peels the apple

> eats the peels

> peels the mango juice

> eats the peels

> skitters away

you are left with a peeled apple and peeled mango juice. what do you do.

[abcreid]

Tagging Game

Rules: answer 21 questions and then tag 21 people who you want to get to know better.

Tagged by @nomajdetective thanks💖

Nickname: P

Zodiac: Sagittarius

Height: 5'6″ (170 cm i search on google)

Last movie I saw: a simple favor

Last thing I googled: 170 cm in inch (lol)

Favorite musician: Justin bieber, usher, chris brown

song stuck in my head: taki taki

Other blogs: my personal tumblr

Do I get asks: lol sorry i don’t get it

Following: following what?

Amount of sleep: 10 hours

Lucky number: i don’t know

What I’m wearing: shirt and short pants

Dream job: successful writer

Dream trip: laying on hotel bed with a beautiful scenery of mountains

Favorite food: fried rice, anything that cooked and served with rice 🍚

Play any instruments: nope

Languages: Indonesian as native and english

Favorite songs: Every justin bieber’s songs and theres no way lauv, dance to this troye sivan, body say demi lovato

Random fact: i would rather spend my holiday at home watching movies alone then go to somewhere else

Describe yourself as aesthetic things: i don’t understand this

@pandedios-carli @saltedfire @writer-of-camelot

[rkjibeom]

booty call

for @rkkyg

chan had just finished counting their inventory of bags of soil and swept the floor of the flower shop one last time for the night. he dusted off the dirt from his hands and hung up his work apron on a hook before checking everything in order and bidding a farewell to his boss. “see ya tomorrow!”

he felt the familiar buzzing of his phone in his pocket and swiped it out in the open. chan didn’t think twice before answering the call, but he definitely regrets it. “oh my god! chris pratt, you finally picked up! bro, dude, bro. like save me, bro.” pulling the phone away from his ear, chan had to stifle a giggle that threatened to leave his mouth. 

“yugyeom? it’s not even ten yet...” chan tried to hide the disappointment in his voice, but all he got in return were yugyeom’s whines and complaints about his legs not working or something like that. “l-listen, chrissss hemsworth! you’re a good lookin’ guy so help a bro out, please! p-pick me up? and bring me some fries, too... mwah, love you bro!” 

chan shuddered at the kiss through the phone but yugyeom was yugyeom after all. even if the older guy wouldn’t stop calling him every single actor possible with the name chris after chan told him his other name. chan exhaled exasperatedly, “the things i do for friendship...”

[cardboard-moon]

40 Things You Never Wanted To Know About Me

You probably already know me decently well or else you wouldn’t be reading this, so instead of rehashing the basic (boring) “getting to know me” questions I dug a little deeper and asked myself about what’s really important. Here is the result: 40 Things You Never Wanted To Know About Me. Enjoy!

1. What Parks and Rec character am I?

While I could argue for almost everyone on the show I’m probably most like Ben Wyatt: a white, brunette, and sad man who eats soup alone on a park bench (minus his love of math and rollerskate kink)

2: Top 5 books?

To Kill a Mockingbird, The Secret History, A Prayer for Owen Meany, The Help, 11/22/63

3: Top 5 movies?

Chinatown, Star Wars, Rear Window, National Treasure (nick cage can be good in small doses ok) and Nancy Drew (2007)

4: Top 5 shows?

Parks and Rec, B99, That 70′s Show, Mad Men, Arrested Development

5: Top 10 most iconic vines?

1) Chris is that a weed/Mary is that a police

2) Hi My Name is Trey I have A Basketball Game Tomorrow

3) Rebecca It’s Not What You Think

4) The one where the girl is just hitting elmo with a baseball bat

5) Anything Kermit but esp. the one where he falls off the building

6) You Know This Boy Got His Free Taco

7) 2 Bros Chillin in the Hot Tub

8) Waelcom to my Keeetchen we have bananis and avocadis

9) Whoever Threw That Paper Your Mom’s A Hoe

10) i spilled lipstick in your valentino bag (yOU SPILLED WHAHULAUG LIPSTICK IN MY VALENTINE WHITE BAG)

6: Where do I see myself in 21 years?

One of my dreams in life is to marry the heir to a prestigious winery out in wine country. I have a vision of myself at 39, waking up at 10 AM on a tuesday and standing on my private balcony in my state-of-the-art spanish stucco villa. i am drinking a chardonnay despite the early hour whilst i observe my grape empire in my silk negligee. the only event planned for the day is a portrait sitting for my rottweilers (4 of them), for which i have arranged spaces in the family’s private art gallery. i am aging well despite the harsh california sun and my partner and i have a trip to tuscany planned for the fall. it’s a charmed life and i never tire of eating grapes  

7: Top 5 favorite cryptids

1) Nessie (Nessie is a true lady I believe in her)

2) Mothman (not real)/ el chupacabra (possibly real)

3) the kraken (definitely real)

4) Bigfoot (not real but a legend anyways)

5) the yeti (real only in russia)

8: Do I Believe in Ghosts

It’s a complicated topic and of course we will likely never know for sure but the short answer is yes. in my opinion though, what ghosts are is the important question: are they really the dead coming back to haunt the earth? are they just manifestations of energy that the mind interprets into recognizable shapes? hallucinations? or is it wish fulfillment and the reduction of tensions on a heavy conscience? our brains are capable of powerful things, but it begs the question as to whether if a human desperately wants something to be true does the human mind have the power to make it true? c. s. lewis mentioned once that he never understood the ghost debate since, given that ghosts are real, they have no real power over us or anything interesting to say. but i believe that just goes to show how the mystery is far often more important than the solution.

9: Best/Worst Month of the Year

Best: May/November (spring/fall in full swing, holidays, time off school, great atmosphere) Worst: August (too dang hot & start of school)

10: What is one of my embarrassing secrets

I didn’t learn how to tie my shoes until I was nine (velcro ftw)

11: What is my Dream Date

We go cryptid hunting in the woods and have a picnic in the dark; you supply dogs for entertainment and guardianship purposes, i supply drinks and the cryptozoological myths we are chasing. Afterwards we get gelato

12: Top 3 Presidents

(this is based solely on arbitrary opinion not policies) 1) Barry Obama 2) Lincoln  3) Millard Fillmore (his name is funny) 

Honorable mention: jimmy carter (he was the only noncorrupt man in office for like 30 years before barry)

13: Top 3 Vice Presidents

1) John Adams, if nothing else but for the drama this man caused 2) Walter Mondale 3) the big boy JB 

Honorable Mention: Nichard Rixon

14: Top 3 Secretaries of State

1) Madeline Albright 2) Henry Clay 3) Elihu P. Washburn 

(note: secretaries of state have the funniest names, like Hamilton Fish (1869-1877) rest easy Mr. Fish)

15: Worst Activity they make you do in middle school PE

Middle school P.E. is the worst in general but I’m going to say either grading you on your shotput skills (?) or BMI (??) or just the tuesday run in general (luther kids know)

16: Top 4 Worst Scents

1) Washing a knife covered in peanut butter 2) Really cheap perfume that they sell in checkout lines at convenience stores 3) Olives 4) organic deodorant

17: Top 7 Conspiracy Theories

1) The Denver Airport is an underground military fallout shelter designed to protect the 1% from nuclear warfare

2) A Roman pope adjusted the Gregorian calendar so that his reign would fall on 1000 AD so we’re actually living in the year 1783

3) Paul McCartney is dead and was replaced prior to the Seargant Pepper album by a lookalike named Billy Shears

4) The state of Wyoming is a myth

5) Avril Lavigne died and was replaced back in the early 00’s

6) The Titanic sank because too many people went back in time to prevent it from sinking

7) Not to be cliche George Bush and the military-industrial complex orchestrated the 9/11 attacks (jet fuel can’t melt steel beams and all that)

18: Inside jokes with myself

I’m not usually a “gamer” but every year without fail someone introduces me to a game exactly at finals time and I get hooked and it ruins my gpa and study habits. This year it’s Stardew Valley, last year it was Dream Daddy and the year before that it was undertale and I blame Jojo for absolutely all of it bc they are usually the instigator. Anyway, every year I joke with myself about what game will derail my grades this year

19: Top 5 Worst Tactile Sensations

1) Putting tights or leggings on wet, hairy legs post-shower

2) Running fingernails along cardboard

3) Sweating in a turtleneck

4) Having wet, salty hair after swimming that drips down onto your back and makes the top of your shirt damp

5) Reaching into a bag of grapes and only finding really soft, slimy ones

20: Best Cat I’ve ever encountered

One time my friend and I were leaving Romancing the Bean and walking back to her car and the fattest, fluffiest, softest ginger cat I’ve ever seen came trotting up to us and flopped over at our feet. He was such a good boy!!! And so friendly with strangers!! He was very well groomed and just wanted some love, and whenever we stopped petting him he would jump up onto our legs and leave little wet paw prints everywhere, I wanted to kidnap him

21: Best dog I’ve ever encountered

All of them

22: Best squirrel I’ve ever encountered

My dad has befriended a squirrel named Nutty that likes to sneak into his office when the door’s open and steals peanuts. if the door is closed he’ll bang on it and scream until we acknowledge him

23: If I were a furry what would my fursona be

I do not know because I am not a furry. HOWEVER someone who is well-versed in furry matters told me once that I would be one of those long, nervous dogs like a greyhound maybe and tbh I could see it

24: Favorite/Least Favorite Disneyland Rides

My favorite has always been haunted mansion, except for the halloween season when it’s nightmare before christmas and then it’s thunder mountain. I just love the outside atmosphere of the house bc I’m a slut for that southern gothic architecture style. Worst is splash mountain because there’s no seatbelt and LOGICALLY i know I don’t need one but it doesn’t stop me from having a panic attack every time I get on and we go up the big hill as I worry about being flung from the toboggan across the park

25: Least favorite restaurant within 10 mile radius of my house

I live over by Porto’s so I am #blessed to be surrounded by some really dope food. However there is a hipster place a couple of blocks over in Toluca Lake that only serves bizarre food like fried chicken in maple syrup with waffle fries and it’s surprisingly bland, so the lack of taste combines with how expensive it is probably makes it the worst (it’s also forgettable bc I can’t even remember its name)

26: Rank of JBHS history department according to how good of a parent they would be

9.Mr. Bixler - I have never had this man so I can’t say shit. NA/10

8. Ms. Snowden - I’ve never had her either but I’ve heard enough about her between Burroughs and Luther to know that this woman is kind of scary, intimidating and uptight, all things I personally do not desire in a parent. 2/10

7. Mr. Hatch - I love Scott Hatch but he is a tremendous mess of a man. Judging by his wife’s instagram photos his idea of parenting is taking naps while cuddling his children and letting his wife do the rest of the hard work. Plus he seems like the type to be too wrapped up in his own melodrama and too busy hangin out with his best friend Edward Frankenbush playing Xbox to pay much attention to his kids. However, he did skip the first day of school to take his daughter to kindergarten so he gets points for that. 4/10

6. Mr. Lee - Mr. Lee is a very respectable guy who seems like he does a very good job providing for his family. He’s ranked as middle of the road because he’s a naturally private person so I can’t speak to his parenting tactics or personality much, however the few stories he shared about his daughter were very cute and he does the typical teacher/parent things like making her his screensaver on his computer. Overall, a very quality dad and man, 6.5/10

5. Mr. Fitz - Kyle Fitzgerald is similarly a mess of a man, but the difference between him and Scott Hatch is that he seems to make an investment in his kid. He always talks about current events in terms of what idiocy his poor daughter will have to put up with which shows his devotion to her well-being and survival in a confusing world. Also he brought her in to go swimming once while I was working at Verdugo and I got to see them having a great time on the splash pad and it warmed my heart. Great dad 7/10

4. Mr. Piper - Richard Piper is such a good father but in a detached way. He loves talking about his son and wife just as much as he loves talking about planes. The real kicker? When he talks about taking his son ON planes and geeking out over history together. He also asked all of his classes for people looking for tutoring work when his son was struggling in math which is so cute. Good guy Rick gets an 8/10.

2. (tie) Mr. Frankenbush and Ms. Hacker - Ed and Jan are both beautiful people. I know Ms. Hacker is #divisive but I personally am a big fan and would die to have her guidance in my daily life. She’s always interested in what’s going on in people’s lives and sure she’s definitely chaotic but it’s a loving chaos that’s only looking to help other people. I’ve not had the pleasure of having Mr. Frankenbush but he always is hanging out with his son Joey and they love coming to the Burroughs pool and playing water polo together; they spend a lot of time together since his wife works so much and they have such a buddy friendship. Both of these lovely people are super devoted and invested in the youth and would make great parents. 9/10

1. Mr. Clark - A god. We don’t deserve this man and I can’t sing his praises enough. Were were all lucky enough to be Greg’s children I don’t think evil would exist in the world. 11/10

27: Worst book I read for school

Hands down Tale of Two Cities since it’s the only one I’ve never finished. Dickens just doesn’t do it for me I guess plus I get really tired of the one dimensional characters and how much he romanticizes Lucy

28: Favorite little-known tidbit of history

When Richard Nixon went to Soviet Russia as Eisenhower’s VP during the cold war his secret service agents detected higher than usual amounts of radiation coming from Nixon’s hotel room, so they started talking loudly about it bc they knew the Soviets had planted buds and were listening. Within like an hour the radiation had vanished and they never heard anything about it again so man Soviet’s ain’t sly

29: 5 Places in Burbank That Are Definitely Haunted

1. Coral Cafe for obvious reasons, look up the ghost on youtube

2. The View seems like it would have some kind of el chupacabra-esque creature prowling around, maybe a mountain lion hybrid

3. Fry’s Electronics

4. The abandoned train station under the bridge

5. The LA river by the equestrian center

30: Rank of all the AP classes i took in order of entertainment value

9) AP Bio: I liked bio but the class wasn’t very entertaining. There’s not a lot of humor in bacteria and cells, and Mr. Van Loo is much more of a calming than a humorous and chaotic presence, so overall it takes the hit as the least entertaining class.

8) AP Stats: Math is similarly not very entertaining, but Mrs. Hollingshed’s erratic personality gives it the edge over Bio. Definitely more humorous than expected of a math class.

7) AP Econ: I bombed econ and business/money isn’t very entertaining but Jan Hacker made it so thanks to her chaos (love her though).

6) AP Euro: European history is incredibly iconic because, spoiler alert, Europeans are idiots and historically speaking everything that can go wrong, will go wrong. I just wish I remember it since I think idiot sophomore Lily slept through most of the class so needless to say I didn’t soak up much of the entertainment value. If it were up to me I’d take it over again and maybe stay awake this time.

5) AP Lit: Lit was just as much challenging and intimidating as it was entertaining, so it balances out. Mrs. Caluya is notably iconic and the books we read were all pretty interesting so it gets a high vote from me.

3) (tie) Gov/APUSH: History is always entertaining in my eyes since people do stupid things out of pettiness. These two tie for different reasons: Mr. Piper is a great teacher and that mock trial we did for the industrial age was great, but the subject was also extremely entertaining overall. I loved reading about how John Adams made making fun of him illegal. Gov was mostly just entertaining because of Mr. Hatch and how salty his is about the government. His sarcastic comments about how corrupt everything is gave life to an otherwise pretty lifeless subject.

2) AP Lang: aka the class with no curriculum, or the Kuglen Hour. I love Mr. Kuglen so much and he is responsible for 99% of the amusement in the class. I somehow learned how to be a better writer by listening to him complain about Trump and everything else under the sun for an hour every day so it was well worth it. Also who doesn’t like a class where you read Dave Sedaris for homework?

1) AP Psych: Without question, this is the epitome of entertainment. Psychology is just a mishmash of people trying to figure out why humans are as stupid as we are and why we do dumb things. Add in all the iconic psychologists and history and a class led by salty Mr. Hatch and you have a recipe for an entertaining year.

31: Top 5 Iconic JBHS teachers that I NEVER had (no particular order)

Mr. Peebles: A quirky man who I would have loved were I any good at math whatsoever

Mr. Arakelian: Band kids hate him but the stories I hear are so frickin iconic that I wish I could be an honorary band kid for a day and see the horror firsthand. If you have Arakelian stories please send them my way I’d love to hear about your pain

Mr. Frankenbush: A sad boi who everyone should get to experience and I regret never having.

Dr. Madooglu: He was so kind to me after the failed anti-trump lunchtime protest last year and he didn’t even know me. I wish I could’ve experienced him as a teacher.

Mr. Clark: The man, the myth, the legend

32: List of some iconic swim horror stories

Charlie breaking his hand after he lost a race and punched the gutter as hard as he could

Some idiot JV boys smearing poop all over the Burbank High locker room

The entire JV team getting Burroughs swim banned from Islands

Me almost passing out at the Los Amigos meet last year after I didn’t eat or sleep all day

Everyone always feigning illness or injury to get out of swimming the 4x100 relay

Getting in trouble for watching boys volleyball practice instead of doing the weight room sets

Every. Single. 5AM morning practice before school.

When coach martin finally figured out how periods work and suddenly we couldn’t use that as an excuse for not swimming anymore

33: What Office Character Would I Be

A mix between Angela, Oscar, and Kelly (we love our dramatic icons)

34: #1 Thing I’d Bring With Me to a Desert Island

Castaway for instructional purposes

35: What Would I call my memoir

Schadenfreude

36: 7 Best Buzzfeed Unsolved Episodes (no particular order)

This is one of my favorite shows so these are my recommendations:

1. 3 Horrifying Cases of Ghosts and Demons - one of the very first and best episodes; a 45-minute special where the Boys investigate the Winchester house in San Francisco, the Island of the Dolls in Mexico, and the Sallie House in Kansas

2. The Strange Disappearance of D. B. Cooper - A man going by the name of Dan Cooper hijacked a plane, demanded money and passage to Mexico, and then at some point jumped out of the plane and was never seen again. To this day no one knows his identity or his fate despite some of the ransom money turning up in a river somewhere.

3. The Haunted Halls of Waverly Hills Hospital - Ryan and Shane explore an abandoned asylum in Pennsylvania and some creepy stuff ensues. One of the best supernatural episodes

4. The Thrilling Gardner Museum Heist - An almost hilarious story (with reenactments!) about a seriously inept security guard and the loss of some of the world’s most beloved paintings. This was one of the first episodes after they started making money and the production quality is off the charts 

5. The Scandalous Murder of William Desmond Taylor - Another excellent reenactment story about one of Hollywood’s first and biggest scandals, the suspicious murder of a leading film producer.

6. The Enigmatic Death of the Isdal Woman - A woman’s body was found suspiciously burned in the European wilderness and no one knows who she is or how exactly she was killed. Watch if you like espionage!

7. The Strange Killing of Ken Rex McElroy - An entire town seemingly rose up to murder a douchey, violent pedophile. One of the only episodes that’s actually happy?

37: 6 Things I would Have Changed About High School

1. Definitely would have joined yearbook as soon as I could

2. Wouldn’t have forced myself to swim for all 4 years; if the passion’s gone then you shouldn’t force it. It’s just a sign that you need to move on to better things

3. I would’ve taken more AP’s and maybe tried another stem ap class. I’ve always been self-conscious about how bad I am at math, but I’ve gotten a little better over the years and instead of being too afraid to challenge myself I would’ve liked to see how I could do and prove myself.

4. Worrying less about grades!! I killed myself over my grades for like three years and then I just kind of let myself go. I would have let myself have who knows how many more hours of sleep and taken the L on a couple of assignments; I’m still learning that my health is more important than perfection.

5. Meeting the right people! I wouldn’t have restricted myself to a few friends and would have branched out more by joinng stuff like JSA. It sucks meeting the right people your senior year and realizing that I was hanging out with the wrong people this whole time.

6. Spanish instead of French.

38: What Would I Name My Farm Animals if I had A Farm

I’d definitely name them all after female Shakespearian characters. My cows would be Hippolyta and Titania from Midsummer, my horse would be Desdemona from Othello, my chickens would be Gonereil, Regan, and Cordelia from King Lear and my goat would be named Gertrude from Hamlet

39: Most Useless Talent I Have

I have a really strong internal clock so when I don’t think about it too hard and guess intuitively I can usually predict how much time has passed/what time it is without looking at a clock. It’s really only useful for estimating how much time I wasted standing in the shower staring at the wall

40: Top Regret After Writing This:

Writing this instead of studying for my econ test in seven hours.

Thanks for reading!

[minimin1993]

S/M 3 & B/L 3

Warning: Language. Violence.

Ding.Ding.Ding.Ding 

MinniePrincess

CHRISSSS OPPAAAA!!!!!

    ITS SEBASTIAN BIRTHDAY TOMORROWW!!!

    I NEED TO GO TO THE MARKET NOWWW!!!!     CHRISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!

ChrisOppa ^-^

    Princess stop with the CAPS jeezzz

    I know I am getting reast right now

    No need to blow my phone up at 5:30 am

MinniePrincess 

    SORRYYYYY XD 

    I am just excited!! 

    Pishh you always get up at 5:30 anyways for your workout 

    PSYCHOO!!

ChrisOppa ^-^

    Says the one that never sleeps :P 

    Come on lets go before he wakes up

Min walks out of her hotel room to see Chris coming out of his making her run over to him to give him a huge hug.

“Come on, let's go.” Chris said holding out his elbow for her to latch onto with a smile on her face as they walk over to the elevator to the parking structure. 

After they came back to Min hotel room with the supplies, she started to settle in the kitchen to cook the food and get everything prepared with Chris helping her. 

“Princess you are something else, our trainer are going to kill us.” Chris said chopping the vegetables for the salad  

“What? I want to start his birthday with a bang, plus they can come beat my ass, you only have a birthday once a year and I intend to fatten him up a bit. And hopefully by tonight we can find him a girl for birthday sex.” Min said with a huge smile on her face making Chris laugh at how blunt she is. 

“Birthday sex? Really?” 

“Don’t tell me for your passing birthday you didn’t have birthday sex.” Min said looking at Chris with a knowing look making him chuckle while shaking his head.

“Fine. You got me there. Says the princess who never had birthday sex.” 

“HEYY! Its a lifestyle okay. I have always been busy around my birthday performing or always on tour. Never had the time to sleep let alone have birthday sex.” Min said pouting stirring the pot.  

In the end Min made a variety of food: crepes, avocado toast with eggs, and a green smoothie for breakfast. For lunch/Dinner she made Pastrami and Potato hash with fried eggs, Carbonara, and a freshly tossed salad. Once they both finished setting the table they went over to Sebastian room and knocked on the door.

“Happy 28th Birthday Sebastian!” Min and Chris said as he opens his hotel door while Min launches herself onto his arms for a huge hug 

“Thanks guys.” Sebastian said hugging Min back before giving Chris a hug. 

“Come on we made you breakfast Min said pulling Sebastian over to her hotel room. 

“Dam guys you didn’t have to.” Sebastian said looking at the table with food.

“Naw bro it's nothing. However you know our princess here, she may have made lunch/dinner as well.” Chris said. 

After they finish having breakfast, Min jumped up from her seat and ran to her room surprising the boys until she comes back with a small gift bag in her hand.

“Happy Birthday Sebastian.” Min said with a proud smile on her face. 

“Princess you didn’t have to.” Sebastian said opening the gift bag. “Yeahh you really didn’t have too.” He said pulling out a Movado watch box. 

“Open it.” Min said excitedly as Chris looks at her surprised as well. 

“Damm Princess.” He said looking at the 2010 Steel Movado Master Chronograph.

“I didn’t know what would be good so I asked them and they said this one is one of the popular ones this year and I notice you don’t wear watches much so I hope this would be a nice start. Every guy should have a nice watch.” Min explain as she takes the watch out and puts it on his wrist. “Yayy I sized it correctly.” 

“Princess I know this is expensive. You didn’t have too.” Sebastian said staring at the watch with disbelieve. 

“Don’t worry about it. I don’t have many people to spoil and you and Chris are one of the lucky few.” Min said as Sebastian pulls her into a hug. 

“Thank you princess. I really love it.” 

“No worry Sebastian, I am just glad you like it.” 

It’s been 2 years since Dr. Erskine passing and Steve Rogers have become ‘Captain America’ and been traveling around to sell bails bond. Agent Gray has been tasked with guarding Rogers and being his manager for his tours. Within the 2 years, the pair has become close like brother and sister.

“You know Linda when I signed up for the Army I never see myself dressing up in tights dancing.” Steve said unpacking his suitcase since they just arrived to Italy. 

“You and me both. Come on get dressed, you punch Hitler in an hour.” Linda said face planting the bed.

  After the show flopped and Rogers stormed off stage leaving Linda confused until she found him changed and sitting under the tent drawing in his journal.

“Don’t do that to me Rogers, you gave me a heart attack!” Linda said storming up to him 

“I’m sorry Linda, I just wanted to be alone for a while.” Steve said still shading not looking at her. 

“Okay then Peggy, he wants to be alone.” Linda said making him turn around seeing Peggy next to him. 

“  Hello, Steve.” 

“  Hi.” Steve said. 

“  Hi.” Peggy answer making Linda roll her eyes playfully standing to the side leaving them alone for a bit until she sees Steve and Peggy running and follows them. 

  “  Colonel Phillips.” Steve said as he approaches him.

“  Well, if it isn’t the Star-Spangled Man With A Plan and Agent Gray. And what is your plan today?” Colonel Phillips said. 

“  I need the casualty list from Azzano.” Steve asked. 

“  You don’t get to give me orders, son.”

“  I just need one name. Sergeant James Barnes from the hundred and seventh.”

“  You and I are gonna have a conversation later that you won’t enjoy.” Colonel said pointing to Peggy. 

“  Please tell me if he’s alive, sir. B-A-R…” 

“  I can spell. I have signed more of these condolence letters today than I would care to count. But the name does sound familiar. I’m sorry.” Colonel said as Steve face darkens a little.

“  What about the others? Are you planning a rescue mission?” Steve said looking over at the map.

“  Yeah! It’s called winning the war.” Colonel said standing up. 

“  But if you know where they are, why not at least…?”

“  They’re thirty miles behind the lines. Through the most heavily fortified territory in Europe. We’d lose more men than we’d save. But I don’t expect you to understand that, because you’re a chorus girl.” Colonel said and Linda was about to give him an earful but Steve holds her arm back. 

“I think I understand just fine.” Steve said. 

“  Well then understand it somewhere else. If I read the posters correctly, you got some place to be in thirty minutes.” He said walking away as Linda steps closer to the map to study it. 

“  Yes, sir. I do.” Steve said before walking back to his tent and starts packing. 

“What do you plan to do? Walk to Austria?” Peggy said as Linda and her enters. 

“  If that’s what it takes.”

“You heard the Colonel, your friend is most likely dead.” Peggy said. 

“  You don’t know that.”

“  Even so, he’s devising a strategy. If he detects…”

“  By the time he’s done that, it could be too late!” Steve said as he walks out to the Jeep and tosses his stuff in the back. “You told me you thought I was meant for more than this. Did you mean that?”

“  Every word.” Peggy said. 

“  Then you gotta let me go.” Steve said stepping into the jeep. 

“  We can do more than that.” Peggy said stepping next to him as Linda gave him her famous smirk. 

  As they stepped into the plane Howard Starks stops Linda. 

“Linda I made you a new suit.” Stark said with a smug look on his face handing her the case. 

“Uh huh? Is this your way of wanting to see me change on the plane? Linda said still taking the case. 

“Linda you’re not coming with me.” Steve said coming up behind her. 

“Oh you bet I am.” Linda said opening the case as her eyes grew wide seeing a skin tight suit smiling. 

“I can’t ask you to risk yourself like this.” 

“Oh buddy trust me, she is capable of handling herself trust me.” Howard said patting Steve shoulder before heading to the cockpit settling down for the flight as Linda sends him a thankful smile.

“Yeah don’t worry about her Steve. She’s tougher than she looks.” Peggy said sitting down in her seat buckling in for takeoff. 

  After Linda changes into her suit and settles in, Howard took off.

“  The HYDRA camp is in Krausberg, tucked between these two mountain ranges. It’s a factory of some kind.” Peggy said explaining to Steve and Linda where its located as they buckle in their parachutes. 

“  We should be able to drop you right on the doorstep.” Howard said from the front. 

“  Just get us as close as you can. You know, you two are gonna be in a lot of trouble at the lab.” Steve said pointing to Howard and Peggy. 

“  And you two won’t?” Peggy said.

“  Where I’m goin’, if anybody yells at me I can just shoot ‘em.” Steve said as Linda scoffs at him “Boys” Linda muttered under her breath making Steve smirk.

“  They will undoubtedly shoot back.” Peggy answered at Steve remark.

“  Well, let’s hope it’s good for somethin’.”Steve said tapping his shield. 

“  Agent Carter, if we’re not in too much of a hurry I thought we could stop off in Lucerne for a late night fondue.” Howard said making Linda giggle.

“Oh I see how it goes Stark, I disappear for a little bit and now I am replace.” Linda said back. 

“Oh honey, no one can replace you Agent Gray” Howard said back as she can practically see the smirk in his voice. 

“Sure, I will keep that in mind next time you blow yourself up.” Linda fired back. 

  “  Stark is the best civilian pilot I’ve ever seen. He’s mad enough to brave this airspace, we’re lucky to have him.” Peggy said. 

“  So are you two…? Do you…? Fondue?” Steve asks pointing to Peggy and Howard making Linda laugh while Peggy gets awkward on how the conversation is going. 

“  This is your transponder. Activate it when you’re ready and the signal will lead us straight to you.” Peggy said giving Steve the transponder changing the subject.

“  Are you sure this thing works?” Steve said to Howard tucking it into his suit. 

“  It’s been tested more than you, pal.” Howard answers back as their plane is being attacked. Steve goes towards the opened door of the plane to jump.

“  Get back here! We’re taking you all the way in.” Peggy said standing next to him.

“  As soon as we’re free, you turn this thing around and get the hell outta here!” Steve said ignoring Peggy 

“  You can’t give me orders!”

“The hell I can’t! I’m a Captain!” Steve said looking at her before jumping out of the plane as Linda steps up to the door.

“Don’t worry Peggy, I will make sure your lover boy comes back for… fondue” Linda said with a wink. 

“Stay safe both of you” Peggy said as Linda gave her a small salute before jumping out of the plane following Steve.

  They land and dislocated from the parachute Linda and Steve heads toward the direction of the base.

“Linda are you sure about this?” Steve asked.

“Steve don’t worry about me, trust me I can take care of myself.” Linda said running ahead of him to scout. “This way Steve.” She leads him right to the entrance before she turns back seeing lights comes from behind them. After all the trucks past she books into the last one with Steve following behind her. 

“Fellas” Steve said before Linda bolts over and pushes them right in the face, knocking both the Hydras out before tossing them out the car shocking Steve. 

“Dang, I am stiff… that was great warm up. Remind me to workout more when we get back.” Linda said dusting suit off before looking up at Steve “What?” 

“How did you?” Steve said pointing to the back then back at her.    “Secret. Now shut up before we get caught.” Linda said as she feels the truck back up. 

  When the truck stops Steve pulls her behind him and shields them in time before the back panel of the truck gets lifted up revealing a Hydra member looking confused before Steve knocks him out. They both jumps out and starts to run toward the base. Once they reach the door Steve knocks waiting for the Hydra agent to opens it before Steve pelts him with the door knocking him out. They both starts to run around looking for the prisoners before Linda stops at a table with weapons that glows before snagging one and putting it into her utility belt. They wonder down the long corridor before they both found the place where the War prisoners were being kept. 

“Take out that one, I will go for the one in the right” Steve said as both bolt over and knocks out the Hydra agents taking their keys

“  Who are you supposed to be?” Gabe Jones ask watching what was happening above him.

“  I’m… Captain America.” 

“  I beg your pardon?” James Falsworth said with a confused look on his face as Steves and Linda both head down to the door and starts to open the cells. 

“  What, are we taking everybody?” Dum Dum Dugan said. 

“  Is there anybody else? I’m looking for a Sergeant James Barnes.” Steve said looking around for his best friend as they walked toward the exit.

“  There’s an isolation ward in the factory, but no one’s ever come back from it.”

“  All right. The tree line is northwest, 80 yards past the gate. Get out fast and give ‘em hell. I’ll meet you guys in the clearing with anybody else I find.” Steve said about to run away. 

“Wait! You know what you’re doin’?” Gabe join asked. 

“  Yeah. I’ve knocked out Adolf Hitler over two hundred times.” Steve said running down the hall. 

“Ignore what he just said. Even though I did see him do it” Linda said appearing out of nowhere shocking the guys before shooting them a wink and runs after Steves.

  They were both running around the base knocking out Hydra after Hydra before the alarms rings

“They must have activated the self destruct, we don’t have much time. This way.” Linda said leading him to the isolation ward before they see Dr. Zola staring at them before running away from them, they both follow before Linda stops at the door hearing something. 

“Steve, come here” Linda said running over to the man strapped on the table. 

“  Sergeant. 32557…” Bucky said disoriented looks over at Steve when he approaches. 

“  Is that…” Bucky said.

“It’s me. It’s Steve.” 

“  Steve?” 

“  Come on Steve we don’t have much time left” Linda said helping Steves pulls Bucky off the chair. 

“  Steve.” Bucky said looking at Steve shockingly.

“  I thought you were dead.”

“  I thought you were smaller” 

“  Come on.” Steve said looking over at the map in hanging on the wall before holding Bucky's up and helps him out. 

“  What happened to you?” Bucky asked still shocked. 

“  I joined the Army.” 

“  Did it hurt?” Bucky said as he can walk a little now but still stumbling a bit as Linda trails behind him to make sure he doesn’t fall. 

“A little.” Steve said as Linda giggles remembering the day of the procedure as Bucky turns back to look at her with a confused look.

“  Is it permanent?” 

“  So far.” Steve said scouting around. 

“I am Agent Gray but call my Linda by the way since you keep looking back at me. You must be James, I have heard so much about you. How are you feeling at the moment?” Linda said catching up to him. 

“Call me Bucky, I feel better now. Have we meet before.” He said as they run down the stairs before the base slowly starts to blow up. 

"Nope I would have remembered a handsome face like yours."

  “  Captain America! How exciting! I’m a great fan of your films. So Dr. Erskine managed it after all. Not exactly an improvement, but still impressive.” Schmidt said walking over meeting Steve halfway on the catwalk before Steve punches him in the face. 

“  You’ve got no idea” Steve said. 

“  Haven’t I?” Schmidt said throwing a punch back at Steve but he blocks it with his Shield before Steve can pull out his gun Schmidt throws another punch knocking Steve down as Linda pulls out her knife and tosses toward Schmidt slicing his face barely dodging it in time. 

Dr. Zola took this as the opportunity to click the button that disconnects the catwalk separating them. 

“No matter what lies Erskine told you, you see I was his greatest success!” Schmidt said. removing his face revealing his Red Skull.

“  You don’t have one of those, do you?” Bucky ask disgustingly. 

“No he doesn’t.” Linda answered for Steve. 

“  You are deluded, Captain. You pretend to be a simple soldier, but in reality you are just afraid to admit that we have left humanity behind. Unlike you, I embrace it proudly. Without fear! And you Linda Gray, you disappoint me so much. A girl with powers as great as yours runs away and hides. You think I don’t know about you?” 

“Then how come you’re running?” Steve said watching Schmidt and Zola steps into the elevator. 

“We will meet again Linda Gray” Schmidt said with a smirk before the door closes. 

  “Come on, let’s go up.” Linda said after finding a thin gantry with an escape door. 

“Let’s go. One at a time. Linda you go first.” Steve said as Linda practically sprints over it like she weighs nothing surprising the 2 behind her. 

“Bucky your turn.” Steve said helping him over as Bucky slowly walks over more stuff beneath him explodes shaking the gantry. Bucky barely makes it over before it collapses and Linda grabs his arm just in time to pull him over the ledge. Linda and Bucky looks over at Steve with sadness in their eyes. 

“  Gotta be a rope or something!” Bucky said.

“  Just go! Get out of here!”

“  No! Not without you!” Bucky and Linda both screamed in unison 

“Hell” Steve said bending back the bar in his way and backs up before running full speed and jumps over chasm Bucky and Linda catch his arm and pulled him up 

“Holy shit!!” Bucky said in disbelief. 

“Trust me there more where that comes from.” Linda said sending him a wink before walking over to the exit leaving a stunned Bucky who is looking her up and down in her skin tight suit 

“That’s Linda for you, be careful of her. She’s not a dame you want to mess with” Steve said following behind her.

[rockformed]

1-100 for that ask thing. Cuz fuck you

JESUS CHRIST WILLim putting this under a read more fuck you too

Spotify, SoundCloud, or Pandora? 

soundcloud!! 

is your room messy or clean?

always messy, last time it was clean was when we first moved in lmao

what color are your eyes?

very dark brown

do you like your name? why?

i do!! cause it means “helper”!! and i love to help vv

what is your relationship status?

single as fuck, ive never been in a relationship ;;

describe your personality in 3 words or less

shy, creative, and passive

what color hair do you have?

natural redhead babeyyyy

what kind of car do you drive? color?

i dont drive ;;

where do you shop?

usually i get my clothes from a place called torrid, they sell plus sized stuff!! but i get all my t-shirts from redbubble and thinkgeek! 

how would you describe your style?

all over the place lmao, messy

favorite social media account

tumblr is m fav just cause the site works the way i think it should, in chronological order 

what size bed do you have?

double

any siblings?

yep!! 2 step brothers, 1 half brother and 1 half sister 

if you can live anywhere in the world where would it be? why?

a small cabin on a riverside with self-sustainability. i just dont wanna have to worry about stuff and be left to myself in a cute little cabin!!

favorite snapchat filter?

THE TIGER FACEMASK ONE

favorite makeup brand(s)

dont wear makeup :p

how many times a week do you shower?

i uhhhhh try to shower once every day but i have a hard time remembering a lot ;;

favorite tv show?

atm i dont have one, i dont really watch tv! im excited for the return of steven universe tho 

shoe size?

8 womens

how tall are you?

5′3″ last time i checked!!

sandals or sneakers?

SNEAKERS, i hate sandals :(

do you go to the gym?

used to every day, stopped cause we moved away from my gym and i have no way to get there :(

describe your dream date

oh gosh, i dont really know, something chill where i could get to know the person a bit, maybe lunch at a cute airy restaurant vv

how much money do you have in your wallet at the moment?

i have misc change and a 15 dollar red lobster gift card lol

what color socks are you wearing?

im not wearing any!!

how many pillows do you sleep with?

3, and many stuffed animals :3

do you have a job? what do you do?

i do commissions, but i dont have a 9-5 “job” yet

how many friends do you have?

oh gosh, uuummmm 2 really good ones, maybe 7 others?? im probably forgetting ;;

whats the worst thing you have ever done?

when i was 5 i stole a harmonica from a cracker barrel and swore on the bible that the woman at the counter let me have it ;;;;; it haunts me everyday for real

whats your favorite candle scent?

i dont have a specific, but i love sweet scented candles, and holiday ones :p

3 favorite boy names

Ben, Oliver, and Andrew 

3 favorite girl names

Lily, Genevieve, and Lorelei

favorite actor?

Robin Williams %100 forever

favorite actress?

amy adams

who is your celebrity crush?

Chris Pratt i guess??? i dont pay too much attention to that stuff :p

favorite movie?

ever, is wreck it ralph, atm is beauty and the beast (not the remake)

do you read a lot? whats your favorite book?

i dont read too much anymore, but my favorite book(s) is the Doll People by Ann M. Martin.

money or brains?

brains if by brains you include personality

do you have a nickname? what is it?

a lot of people on here call me Rock, but i dont have a real life nickname!!

how many times have you been to the hospital?

one, when i was born lmao 

top 10 favorite songs

GOD fuck umm, Overwhelming by Jon Bellion, Fiddle and the Drum by Perfect Circle, 24 Karat Magic by Bruno Mars, Ticker Tape by Gorillaz, Separate Ways by Journey, I Believe in a Thing Called Love by The Darkness, Beautiful Girls by Sean Kingston (i know, i know), Kill Your Heroes by AWOLNATION, Clocks by Coldplay, and Hide and Seek by Imogen Heap.

do you take any medications daily?

nope!!

what is your skin type? (oily, dry, etc)

soft vv cause i drink so much fuckin water lmao

what is your biggest fear?

uhhh my loved ones dying and not knowing if i’d be okay if they did??

how many kids do you want?

NONE 

whats your go to hair style?

natural i guess, i dont really do up my hair :0

what type of house do you live in? (big, small, etc)

ideally, id love one of those micro-houses and to travel the country with my house, but if that doesnt work out id like a shotgun style! 

who is your role model?

Robin Williams, again :p

what was the last compliment you received?

“i love the way you color” was the last one!!

what was the last text you sent?

“my feet are gonna fall the fuck off” sent to my mom sjhdfjhdjfs

how old were you when you found out santa wasn’t real?

i didnt grow up believing in santa, my mom always just wrote her name on my presents! 

what is your dream car?

a tucker, even tho thats very VERY unlikely lmao 

opinion on smoking?

dont do it 

do you go to college?

no, but i want to!! 

what is your dream job?

character/concept designer for a film or game studio

would you rather live in rural areas or the suburbs?

rural!!

do you take shampoo and conditioner bottles from hotels?

no >:(

do you have freckles?

lots on my arms, none on my face anymore :p

do you smile for pictures?

yep!! i have a bad sameface problem lmao

how many pictures do you have on your phone?

100+, my phone doesnt tell me an exact number

have you ever peed in the woods?

yep, once when i was younger i got locked out of my house on the way home from school so i had to pee in the woods behind our house and wait for my mom to get home 

do you still watch cartoons?

yeah, its the only thing i really watch lol

do you prefer chicken nuggets from Wendy’s or McDonalds?

Wendys, but Mcdonalds has better fries

Favorite dipping sauce?

sweet BBQ

what do you wear to bed?

sweatpants and a t-shirt!

have you ever won a spelling bee?

no, but i one a book fair contest once!

what are your hobbies?

drawing, singing, music in general, video games, and seeing how long i can stay up without passing out lmao

can you draw?

i like to think so

do you play an instrument?

flute, but i think ive forgotten how by now

what was the last concert you saw?

i havent seen any, but im going to see one next week!!

tea or coffee?

neither, unless we’re talking sweet tea lmao

Starbucks or Dunkin Donuts?

AMERICA RUNS ON DUNKIN YOU FOOL

do you want to get married?

yes, id like to!! but if the person i end up with doesnt want to im cool with that!

what is your crush’s first and last initial?

im not answering this fkdjgghjdhf

are you going to change your last name when you get married?

depends on the other persons last name and if they wanna change theirs!!

what color looks best on you?

green!

do you miss anyone right now?

yeah, a friend of mine and my dad :(

do you sleep with your door open or closed?

closed and locked lol

do you believe in ghosts?

somewhat

what is your biggest pet peeve? 

when people are rude or self-absorbed ://

last person you called`

my mom

favorite ice cream flavor?

cookie dough!!

regular oreos or golden oreos?

regular (put them in the fridge first, they’re better cold!!)

chocolate or rainbow sprinkles?

i hate sprinkles :p tastes like paste 

what shirt are you wearing?

a fallout t-shirt!

what is your phone background?

cinderella’s castle, a pick that i took last time i went to magic kingdom!!

are you outgoing or shy?

shy :3c

do you like it when people play with your hair?

yeah!! but only if i know them fkhgdfg

do you like your neighbors?

some of them, our neighbor to our right is really nice but past that we have two trump supporters and on the left we have a couple thats really really mean lmao

do you wash your face? at night? in the morning?

in the morning!!

have you ever been high?

nope 

have you ever been drunk?

nope 

last thing you ate?

 a subway sandwich!!

favorite lyrics right now

???

summer or winter?

WINTER PLS

day or night?

Day, specifially mornings :o

dark, milk, or white chocolate?

milk!!

favorite month?

december :)

what is your zodiac sign

cancer!!!

who was the last person you cried in front of?

uhhhh my therapist lmao

FUCK YOU WILL THIS TOOK ME AN HOUR