#i am serious i can and will sleep anywhere from 5-16 hours a day for you for a livable wage

[the-ghost-king]

I know scrubs are basically just glorified adult pajamas with bonus pockets but I still think I should just be allowed to wear actual pajamas to work... anyone know of somewhere hiring for professional nappers?

[finiteuniverse13]

Bravo's Banned List

With the help of @bravo-four-seal-team, @@jayhalsteadfan-2417 and @rebelwrites, we made a list.

A list, posted on various walls throughout the Naval base, the plane and the cage room. About 1/3 of it is typed up, the rest is in hastily written pen. Made by Blackburn to try and corral Bravo. It's doing its best.

Tag: @rebelwrites @chibsytelford @bravo-four-seal-team @velvetcardiganbucky @supervalcsi @abby-splace @itsonautopilot @thegirlwhoisalwayswriting @pinkrockstar19 @softi92 @mrsmarvelous1995 @jayhalsteadfan-2417

Just so you're all aware, this is a 6.5-page document.

0: On the days of Adam and Swanny’s Death, leave the group be to remember them. I will not protect you.

1: Brock Is Not Allowed Coffee. No exceptions.

1.1: Do not leave Metal alone with Brock when Coffee is around.

2: Dick jokes are not required in briefings

3: If a single one of you bastards get between me and my coffee, we will be having issues

5: You made the dog sad; you die.

8: DO NOT GIVE THEM NERF GUNS

9: WHO THE HELL GAVE THEM WATER GUNS

9.1: STICKS DO NOT GIVE THEM STICKS THEY WILL PRETEND THEY ARE GUNS

10: Dirt bikes (don’t ask)

11: ARCHERY IS A BIG NO

12: FISHING. WHY AM I BANNING FISHING

13: Fire. That is all

14: KNIVES. WHY ARE YOU GIVING THEM KNIVES?

15: LADDERS (NEVER AGAIN)

16: PLASTIC CUTLERY ONLY UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES GIVE THEM METAL CUTLERY

16.1: Scratch that, they stab people with the metal cutlery. Let them suffer the consequences of their actions. They can eat with their hands.

17: MEMES ARE NOT ALLOWED IN THE MEETING ROOM

18: Horse riding. (METAL IT IS NOT A TACTICAL DISMOUNT ITS CALLED FALLING AND GETTING A CONCUSSION)

19: BOY BANDS (not allowed to be played on the plane)

19.1: GIRL BANDS (for the love of god, they will try and imitate them)

19.2 RAP MUSIC (they think they are the next Eminem and will make your ears bleed)

20: Do not tell Jason he is not allowed to do something. He finds a way to do it

20.1: Apparently Ray will do the exact same without question

21: Do not leave any members of the team with upper brass. (How did you make an Admiral with years of combat CRY!)

22: Clay is under Jason’s protection don’t go after him they will not find your body

22.1: If Clay calls Jason dad just leave it ok

22.2: Actually, check on Jason, he’s been standing staring for the past hour now

23: Hairdryers are banned (HOW THE HELL DID YOU GET YOUR BEARD CAUGHT SONNY)

24: Only Trent is allowed to call Metal by his legal first name. Ensign Williams learnt that one the hard way.

25: Paintball is banned from the base the last time it was extreme and got violent

26: The transformers movies because clay tried to do a stunt it ended badly

27: Thumbtacks apparently

28: Any Marvel movie (Jason you’re not Captain America)

28.1: DC movies are out as well

28.2: Disney Princess movies as well (don’t ask)

30: Do not leave phone unlocked around Sonny, he will not hesitate to change everything

36: DO NOT LET THEM GET SO DRUNK THEY START SINGING. IF I HEAR IN THE NAVY ONE MORE TIME, I WON'T BE HELD RESPONSIBLE FOR MY ACTIONS

37: IF THERE IS SILENCE DROP EVERYTHING AND START HUNTING AND PANICKING

38: Grenade launchers are not required for every mission Trent

39: WHO GAVE METAL A SWORD

42: Yes, Clay does know an Admiral by name. Don't ask questions you don't want answers to.

45: If Clay starts angrily ranting in a foreign language, don't worry. He's thinking out loud, not plotting to destroy the base

45.1: If Clay is calmly talking in a foreign language just back away slowly

48: SpongeBob is a Bad Idea because they are way too Annoying and make References (I’m looking at you, Clay)

52: Sharpies. When I find whoever gave me this sharpie tattoo sleeve, there will be hell to pay

56: DO NOT LET CLAY HAVE A GRIMM REAPER OUTFIT! THIS IS THE THIRD TIME HES NEARLY GIVEN SONNY AND TRENT A HEART ATTACK AT 3 AM

57: Red paint. I went to check something at 3 am and Clay was painting a satanic ritual on the floor

58: 3 am checks are a bad idea. (I have seen things, people!)

62: Explosives are to be locked away when not on mission Sonny and Clay will try and play catch with a live homewrecker

62.1: I expected Metal as a Master Chief to know better - he falls under the same rule as Clay and Sonny.

63: Don't wake Clay when he is sleeping back away slowly and leave the room

64: If I'm sleeping, back away and leave the room. Interrupt me if they've broken a rule, or if the base is actively being bombed. If not, I don't care.

65: Have multiple phone chargers or they will disappear and you’re not getting them back

68: If you call Clay anything other than a nickname expect to get punched or stabbed or sniped in the ass when least expected

68.1: Metal will stab you. Please remember he has a shovel and lye in his truck (WHY DO YOU HAVE IT)

68.2: Don't try to take the shovel and lye off of Metal

69: NEVER say the number 69 around them they are all immature children and expect tongue in cheek comments

70: NEVER interrupt Sonny when he is eating breakfast, he is grumpy in the morning

72: If they are all asleep make no sound - YOU WAKE THEM THEY ARE YOUR PROBLEM NOT MINE

73: For the love of god, stop giving Clay earth mineral nicknames. This is the third time this week I've watched Sonny empty limestone dust from his pack

75: Do not give them hammers! What is wrong with you people?

79: Do Not talk to Trent unless it’s after 2 coffees

83: For the love of god, don't ask Metal if he ever did nude modelling in art school. He will begin stripping, literally anywhere

91: Cerberus is a good boy and you hurt Brock you die

98: Super Glue (never again)

99: MY COFFEE IS OFF LIMITS WHOEVER PUT SALT IN IT WILL PAY

100: Do not give in to their peer pressure while they are drunk, I will not be doing it again

100.1: WHY AM I HEARING IN THE NAVY AGAIN?!

100.2: Sweet Caroline won't work twice

100.3: WHY ARE YOU SINGING BARBIE

100.4: SONNY, CLAY IS NOT A BARBIE GIRL

103: Don't tell Sonny he looks good in pink because you better believe he will keep wearing it (and probably some girl clothes too) to keep getting compliments

114: I ALREADY WROTE SUPER GLUE WHY DO I NEED TO WRITE IT AGAIN

115: HAIR DYE (Why did you dye Metal and Trent’s hair pink?!)

115.1: Face paint (Sonny, their faces did not need to match their hair)

116: Do NOT touch Clay, Charlie team learnt that, and someone ended up nearly losing a finger. (And it wasn’t because of the dog)

117: If they offer you a drink whilst smirking DO NOT take it

118: Sea shanties – if I hear one more SEA SHANTY while we are FLYING

119: If you hear someone shout incoming, run, it’s not an attack, it is Bravo, someone has done something and they’re coming to tell me

120: Vegemite is not allowed in the base after Jason let Clay eat it

121: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (JASON I DONT CARE IF YOU THOUGHT IT WAS FUNNY TO ACT LIKE LEO IT WAS A BAD MOVE)

122: Hawaii 5-0, if I hear one more thing about how we should hang people of the rook of buildings I am going to shoot someone

124: Mortal Kombat (Clay was acting like Scorpion for a month)

130: Itching Powder (looking at you Brock)

131: DO NOT TOUCH JASONS TOMATOES - you will get a bamboo cane jammed into your thigh

134: Capes - YOU ARE NOT SUPERMAN CLAY STOP PRETENDING YOU CAN FLY BY JUMPING OFF THE HOOCHES

134.1: Edna Mode said NO CAPES - I EXPECT NO CAPES WORN BY ANYONE ON MY TEAM

138: Laser Tag is fun until someone gets hurt (Sonny and Clay you know what happened)

138.1: Laser Tag! (Ray needed to go to the hospital guys, come on)

143: Basketball. My nose will never be straight again.

144: Bravo and Ice skates don’t mix (the only person good on them is Jason but no other member of Bravo is allowed on the ice again)

144.1: Same goes for rollerblades

145: Ash Spencer is not allowed to be alone with Clay (Jason punched him last time he was on base)

145.1: Do not leave Jason, Metal or Sonny alone with Ash Spenser, it’s going to end up with a murder charge.

146: Clay is Jason’s adopted kid and needs to be supervised when Jason is away

151: SLIME - FOR THE LOVE OF GOD DONT GIVE THEM SLIME

152: GLITTER WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE

153: SCISSORS - Jase cut a chunk of Clay’s hair in the night now the base is a war zone

153.1: DONT FUCK WITH COVERBOY'S HAIR see point 68 for consequences

154: NAIR (why do you even have it?)

156: Call Of Duty (Clay must be supervised when playing it)

157: Do Not leave Clay unattended with Metal (They are both recovering from the ONE CHIP/DEATH CHIP Challenge)

158: Marshmallows (don’t ask)

163: The Hunger Games (are not a good training exercise)

164: The Olympus Has Fallen movies are not allowed to be mentioned in any given time)

173: If you mention the word ice-cream just run, run for your life

176: If I am sleeping STOP THROWING PAPER AT ME

177: Yelling FOR NARNIA is not an appropriate battle cry

178: The Fast And Furious movies (Clay you are not Brian so stop)

182: Nap time is important if their asleep do something else but if you wake them run like hell

190: Any movies about WAR are BANNED (I need a drink to talk about that one)

200 (From Bravo): Blackburn isn't allowed any more paper

200.1 (From Bravo): or pens

200.2: (Blackburn) Handcuffs. They handcuffed me to my desk and wrote that

200.3 (Blackburn): Bravo will not be allowed to tell their Commanding Officer what to do

202: Who keeps giving them superglue? This is the 8th time we are having to unglue Sonny and Clay’s hands

203: Do not let any of them take point on Briefing EVER

205: Are you serious? Paperclips! Do not give them PAPERCLIPS

206: Leaving anyone unattended with fire is a bad idea - I can still smell burning

210: This is Sparta (Jason don't kick people off the roof)

210.1: JASON I SAID NO KICKING PEOPLE YOU DONT LIKE OFF THE ROOF

213: Ash Spenser is not allowed on base. DEVGRU heard about what kind of dad he is, and now its kill-on-sight

213.1: WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT ASH BEING ON BASE

214: Puppy dog eyes because Clay has been using them on anyone to get out of doing paperwork

215: RAY STOP DOING JASONS PAPERWORK

216: GO TO A HOSPITAL IF INJURED, TRENT HAS A LIFE OUTSIDE OF YOU LOT

217: THE GLEE CAST SOUNDTRACK IS NOT TO BE USED ON THE BASE

218: DO NOT PUT LION KING ON - they will cry like babies and there’s no consoling them over Mufasa

220: If I have to explain why BRAVO will not be joining teaching GREEN TEAM please see rule 1 and understand from that then ask the Green Team Instructor. (Brock terrified them by running the O Course in 30 minutes, all because someone gave him coffee)

220.1: And yes, that is the on the 50-minute-record O course. The time hasn’t been counted since it involved performance-enhancing substances

221: WHO THE HELL INTRODUCED THEM TO FROZEN

221.1 NO I DONT WANT TO BUILD A BLOODY SNOWMAN

221.2: WE WERE DEPLOYED TO SERBIA YOU BASTARDS

222: Gray’s anatomy (That is all)

227: VAPES - YOU DONT SMOKE AND ARE NOT PUFF THE MAGIC FUCKING DRAGON (clay I’m looking at you)

228: HATS ARE NOT ALLOWED IN BRIEFINGS (Sonny you know what you did)

229: MAGIC MIKE AND MAGIC MIKE XXL (still haunts my dreams)

233: I am begging you can you please BE NICE TO THE FLEET ADMIRAL (it's the 3rd time he's left in tears)

234: Chocolate - just run ok

235: Please stop re-enacting the screen from titanic when we are on a boat (I’m looking at you Brock)

235: PIZZA NIGHT IS A FREE FOR ALL AND IF YOU DONT WANT A BROKEN NOSE JUST BACK AWAY

236: Jokes. JOKES ARE BANNED - IF I NEED TO EXPLAIN WHY I WON'T BE HAPPY – NO ITS NOT FINE TO JOKE ABOUT THE FACT YOU HAVE BEEN STABBED CLAY

236.1: STAB WOUNDS ARE NOT ADDITIONAL POCKETS

237: Monopoly got violent last time and Jason got punched

237.1: In fact, any board games turn violent even snakes and ladders

237.2: Board games. Just please stop playing board games

240: Why am I revisiting the nerf guns people? IT WAS A FAMILY BARBECUE! (You lot need to learn to let your kids win!)

241: Brock is banned from Cooking - I do not want food poisoning again

244: WE DO NOT NEED A FLASH MOB EVERY TIME DONT STOP MOVING BY SCLUB 7 COMES ON

246: If they pass out around the fire pit for the love of god move them Clay and Sonny tend to like melting the sole of their boots on the flames even when passed out

251: Plastic cups only (this rule is to stop sonny from smashing them)

254: Why am I needing to revisit Sharpies? They aren’t allowed them, give them Crayola's or crayons

254.1: Scrap that YOU CAN’T EAT THE CRAYONS

256: Clay you are not Spiderman get off the walls

257: WHO GAVE COFFEE TO BROCK!!

257.1: THIS IS RULE ONE ON THE LIST WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU

258: Don't mention Hawaii five 0 just don't

258.1: They will attempt the intro to it, it’s just painful

259: Don't mention Harry Potter because they will all cry over different characters deaths

287: Soup is now banned (Ray. I honestly thought you were the normal one of the team. I am disappointed)

321: If you see Clay and Sonny cuddling just walk away, pretend you didn’t see anything, one of them had a bad day and the other is the only one they will confine in

322: Don't mention the Philippines or India just don't

330: If Metal and Trent are talking, just leave them be. (No one wants to know if Metal is yelling about something stupid Trent did)

331: Popcorn is not allowed on base it ended up in everyone's gear

342: Non-Aerosol Deodorant. (Two of them tried to eat it before realising it wasn't edible)

344: Aerosol Deodorant. (Metal and Sonny used it with lighters. to create a flamethrower)

344.1: Side note LIGHTERS ARE BAD

345: Headphones. DO NOT ASK

346: Rubber bands are not slingshots

FINAL NOTE: FROM BRAVO - BLACKBURN LOVES US REALLY PLEASE IGNORE THE ABOVE LIST ITS ALL LIES

[princesspiratecat]

The Rise and Fall of the Shepard Family Part 25: Spring, 1083

Part 1& Part 2

Part 3 & Part 4

Part 5 & Part 6 & Part 7

Part 8 & Part 9 & Part 10

Part 11 & Part 12 & Part 13

Part 14 & Part 15 & Part 16

Part 17 & Part 18 & Part 19

Part 20 & Part 21 & Part 22

Part 23 & Part 24

If Frances had had any doubts about defying his Father before he rode to Gwendolyn, there were none now. With each day that he spent with her, the remnants of doubts that entered his mind had dwindled away into nothing. It was hard to want to continue to honor the wishes of a man that seemed to care nothing for him, even if that man was his father. Harder still after seeing what poor conditions he had caused his betrothed to suffer. 

“When I first got the map from my sister, I had thought I had been riding to an Inn, or perhaps a Boarding House. I actually lead my horse up to the gate to get directions, as I was sure I had been lost. You can imagine my surprise to find you here, all alone, in a place such as this, in the middle of nowhere. Even I did not think he would treat you this badly. I cannot tell you how ashamed I am....”

She stared down at her food and said nothing, so he reached over and held her hand in his. He knew that she would need more time to heal, and he hoped that leaving it all behind would hasten the healing of her wounds. 

But despite his feelings on the subject, he was grateful that the hovel served as a small haven for them where they could be together, free from obligation to anyone but one another. Sometimes it felt to Frances as if the outside world didn’t exist at all, and there was only a world with her. No servants, no children, no family to bother them. Just his horse and a dog, but they never had much to say about anything. 

He found he was impressed at just how well she had learned to survive on her own, and came through every sort of adversity Marcelle had struck her with. Had she been a fine Lady, he did not think that she would have been able to thrive as she had. His sisters had no idea what to do in a kitchen, and although that had always been a source of pride for his parents, they would have faltered in the same situation Gwendolyn had been in. He admired her for her practicality and resourcefulness. She was clever. He also now knew that whatever situation they were in, she would endure. 

It was one thing to not to have to use everyday skills, but it was entirely another to be completely useless. And Frances did not wish to be useless. He knew he needed to figure out what to do with his life, especially now that he had decided to tie his fate to hers. But no matter which way he looked at the situation it was clear that she would make a wonderful partner, no matter what their future may hold.

Frances had patched several holes in the thatched roof, so they were able to get a good night’s sleep without having to worry about rain or snow falling down upon them. After supper they would snuggle up together on the bed and talk.

They told each other everything that had occurred during that year- his dinner with the Merchant family, trapping animals when she had no food left, how he had come to find her, Frédéique’s impending marriage, and the plans she and her sister had made. 

“Only eleven you say?! Well.... if he was going to attempt to replace me, he should have at least presented an alluring alternative. Why did he choose to marry her to you, rather than one of your brothers?”

“From the way he spoke, I believe he wants the money now, and if he betrothed her to one of my brothers, the Merchants may not have agreed. I am still the heir, after all.” Gwendolyn wrinkled her nose and twisted her mouth up in response. She looked adorable even when she was disgusted by something. He found her difficult to resist, as always.

Her beauty was not lost on him. She had always been pretty, but now she had a woman’s shape, and he would gaze at the curve of her back, or the roundness of her beautiful breasts and seem to lose himself. His body had a mind of it’s own, and every bit of him ached with desire each time she touched him, even if it was just a fleeting caress or a gentle hug.

But the real torture for Frances came at night. He and Gwendolyn had never slept in the same bed prior to that, and he found it very difficult to sleep next to the woman he loved without pouncing on her like a cat. This was especially true when one considered all those nights he had spent in her room with his fantasies and memories. She had had a profound affect on him and his budding sexuality from the very beginning. Now, he had the real woman next to him once again, and he could not rest easily.

Yet he was determined to resist all of the urges he had, and tried not to let his hands wander too far, or kiss her too often or for too long. He could sense that she still felt overwhelmed with everything, and he would wait until she trusted him again. He wanted her to really want him.

“I detest this little hovel. But I love being here with you. Shall I stay with you here forever?” He said it half in jest with a smile on his face and immediately regretted it. Still too fresh, still too soon. 

“Please don’t say that.....” Her voice came out breathless. “I hate it here.”

“I sold two of my second best mares last week. If you don’t want to stay here, then come with me when the weather is fair enough to travel again. Let us leave here forever.”

“To where?”

“Where do you wish to go? I have enough coin in my purse which will enable us to go anywhere. We can go wherever you wish.”

“And then what? What will we do when your Father finds out I am not here?”

“There are several charming churches nearby. If you wish it, we can marry in a few days.”

“So you’re prepared to give up everything for me?”

“Yes, if it comes to that. Are you prepared to marry a poor man with only one horse to his name?”

Her mouth curled up and into one of those beautiful smiles that he always had been such a fool for. She nodded. “So, from my understanding.. you’ve come to me after galloping gallantly for miles in the snow, to take me away from here and grant me all my wishes?!” She laughed heartily, and it was the first time he had seen her do so since he had arrived.

He couldn’t help it then, and he grabbed her by the waste and pulled her in tight. This made her laugh even more, until he felt himself grow stiff with longing, and he kissed her up and down on the neck. She grew quiet in his arms and reeled him in like a fish on the line. 

“Did you doubt that I would?” It came out sounding like something between a growl and a whisper, as he continued to run his tongue gently along her neck. She closed her beautiful brown eyes and shivered. Then she opened them again and they were serious.

“Yes,” she whispered. “I did.”

This pained him a little and caused him to stop kissing her neck and look at her directly again. Yet he understood her answer. And if he was being completely honest, he had certainly doubted himself at times as well. But through it all he had never really given up on the idea of her, or the idea that they would somehow be together again. He had clung to mere scraps of hope in his darkest hours, and as soon as he knew where to find her, everything had changed.

“Well...if we are to marry, I hope you will not doubt me again.” In her eyes he could see such sincerity, and then....smoldering passion as she did the unexpected and pulled his hips into her own. Her mouth came down hard upon his and he could feel the desire in her hot, wet kiss.

“I won’t,” she whispered.

[rae-is-typing]

Anything For You

NOTE: If you ever feel as though you want to purposefully harm yourself or even commit suicide, please get some help. I encourage you to reach out. Don’t hesitate to message me.

Description: You’re struggling. Between school and the movie making process, your blood is made of stress and the only way you can get any sort of rest is by taking sleeping pills. One night, you take too many.

Characters: The reader, Chris Evans, Sebastian Stan, the rest of the Civil War cast are mentioned, a doctor and medics

Warnings: Accidental overdose, descriptions of an anxiety attack, pills, destructive self talk, the reader is really mean to herself, hospitals, blood, concussion, crying, self harm, mentions of shitty parents. This one is heavy.

Disclaimers: I mean no disrespect to any of the people mentioned, even the reader. I’ve also never overdosed so this might not be accurate nor have I been to the hospital for a serious injury, so that may also be inaccurate. My apologies if it is.

Word count: ~6k

Your tired eyes leer at your computer screen. Ugly, ugly math stared back at you. You sigh, rubbing your eyes. This assignment was due at midnight. It was already 11 PM and you had barely started.

I’m so fucked. Why am I so stupid? I bet third graders can do better than me on this shit.

You thought, shoving your computer to the back of the shitty hotel desk. Groaning, you lay your head on the table.

My parents were right. I’m just a dumb kid, I can’t even do dumb math problems. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

You pick up your head and drop it back down to the desk a few times, trying to get the gears to start turning. Or give yourself a mild concussion. Whatever came first.

You sit up, rubbing your forehead a little and look around the hotel room you’re in. It was small with a queen bed in the middle of the room. It was nice. Of course it was nice, one of the biggest movie franchises had paid for it. You were lucky to get your own room. The hotel was overbooked, so some actors had to pair up. Your room was between Sebastian and Chris’s room and Robert’s room- three people that would fight (and possibly die) for you. It made sense though, they would do the same for most of Civil War’s cast. But you brought out their more protective sides. That also made sense- you were still a kid, barely 16 years old and already trying to figure shit out on your own.

Kids shouldn’t have to get emancipated at 15 even if they can afford it. You thought bitterly. Kids shouldn’t hate themselves. Kids shouldn’t be this stressed.

You couldn’t do this shit anymore. School was kicking your ass. So was this god damn press tour. You couldn’t get one plain day off. It was always work work work and school school school. Even worse is the fact that you went from an honors student with a perfect 4.0 to flunking three of four classes. 

Maybe I’m just a fucking failure. Maybe I should quit while I’m ahead. Maybe I should just give up. I can’t do this anymore, fuck. This is too much. All of it is too much. I’m never going to this shit right. I’m too fucking stupid. Too dumb to do a fucking math problem. 

Tears prick at your eyes. You hold your breath and squeeze your eyes shut, trying to fight off the inevitable sobs. You hate crying, it makes you feel dumb and even more childish. Your breathing only picked up and you began hitching out quiet sobs.

I can’t do this anymore. I don’t want to do this anymore. I can’t I can’t I don’t wanna do this I can’t do it any longer. 

You couldn’t breath as you sobbed in your hands. You could never catch a break. It was all too much. You had no time for anything else, just work and school. No time for friends outside of the cast. Hell, you barely had time for the people in the cast and you felt awkward when you wanted to spend time with them because you were 16 and everyone but Tom was almost twice your age. And sure, Tom was nice or whatever, but he was also an adult that didn’t need a fucking chaperone accompanying him if they wanted to go down the road to get away from set. 

You did know that stress was going to be high and there really wouldn’t be a lot of time to relax and take it easy going into the movie, but you seriously overestimated your ability to handle this level of stress. The late nights, early mornings, always needing to be perfect at everything; it was killing you.

Why do I have to keep doing this? I can’t do it anymore I can’t. I need a break. 

You sobbed for a good few minutes before dissolving into a coughing fit. You glanced at the alarm clock on the table. It was 11:30 PM. You choked another sob out, realizing that you were definitely failing this assignment. 

Tears stream down your face while you finish answering all the questions wrong and turn in the assignment. 

Giving up again? Nothing new. Fucking idiot. Suck it up and do it, you privileged fuck. Stop being such a fucking baby and maybe you’d actually get somewhere.

You wiped your eyes aggressively. You weren’t getting anywhere by crying like a baby. 

Might as well just go to sleep. I can’t even do that without help, fuck.

You stood up from the desk chair and made your way to your bags. You pulled out an opaque black makeup and looked through it. There was an empty bottle of sleeping pills sitting in it. 

Empty of fucking course. Can’t even keep track of simple things. Idiot. 

There were a lot of stores around the hotel you were in, but it was almost midnight. And as a 16 year old girl, you had to be accompanied by a chaperone over the age of 25 if you wanted to go somewhere off set or outside the hotel. Even though you are emancipated, there was still a lot of legal risks Marvel was just not going to take with you. 

Everyone else was likely asleep at this point. You had to be up at 5 AM to catch your flight the next morning. You could just not sleep tonight, but after that crying spell, you knew you needed to. The only problem was that you couldn’t sleep without help and you had no more pills left. 

Besides, no one would agree to go with you to a store to get anything they didn’t perceive as an absolute necessity. Unless…

You pulled out your phone and sent a message to Chris, someone you knew would be up, especially because he had to share a room with Sebastaian. They acted like school girls when they were together. 

you: hey you up

cap cap cap: yeah whats up?

you: can you come to a store with me?

cap cap cap: it’s a little late for that kid. can it wait till morning? we have to be up in 5 hours for the flight

you: I need girl stuff and none of the others are up

cap cap cap: meet me outside of our rooms seb is coming too

you: k thanks

You slipped on a sweater, grabbed your wallet and phone and made your way to the lobby. Sure enough, Sebastian and Chris were standing there, both in sweats and sweatshirts. You offered a sheepish smile.

“Thanks guys,” You say. They smile back at you.

“No thanks needed, kid. You have needs.” Chris says.

Sure, you felt bad about lying about the real reason you wanted to go to a store. But it was either leave and get a bit of sleep or stay and not sleep at all.

“There’s a small convenience store a few blocks west,” Sebastian says, looking up from his phone.

“Where the fuck is west?” Chris asks.

“That way,” Sebastian responds, pointing in a general direction. Chris frowned, looking down at your blank face.

“Y/N?” Chris asks. Your head snaps up at the sound of your name.

“Yeah?”

“You usually tell me to ‘watch my fucking language’ when I swear.”

“Oh, sorry.” You clear your throat. “Watch your fucking language, Evans.” You say without the usual fervor.

“You feeling okay, doll?” He asks,moving to place a hand on your forehead.

“Yeah, fine. Girl shit,” You duck away from his hand, moving in the direction Seb was pointing. 

Chris furrows his eyebrows, trying to read you. But his small investigation was cut short by a loud group of drunk, and possibly high, men stumbling out of a bar. It was pretty early for people to be this shit faced. 

They were stumbling, shoving each other in a bunch of different ways and laughing, whooping and yelling incoherently. You watched as one threw up over the road, only being supported by one of his buddies who appeared to be as drunk as he was.

“Y/N, stay close.” Sebastian says, putting an arm around you and pulling you closer to him. Chris moves closer to the both of you, covering the side of you that was left vulnerable. 

The group parted like the red sea when the three of you walked towards them. Apparently they weren’t drunk enough to pick a fight with people that could quite literally rip them apart.

You looked up at Chris and Sebastian. Their faces were stone cold, clearly intimidating to anyone that looked at them, even their friends. It was a far cry from the warm smiles they usually dawned. You glanced around to see one of the guys in the group ogling you. He locked eyes with you, licked his lips then bit down on his bottom one. You moved closer to Sebastian, turning your face into his side. He shot a glare at the guy who immediately called for his buddies that had moved on to wait for him. You wrap your arms around your stomach and settled into a nice walking pace.

“Are you okay?” Sebastian asks softly, looking down to you and rubbing your shoulder with his thumb. You simply nodded, fixing your gaze to the sidewalk in front of you.

“That was gross. What kinda person stares at a girl walking down the street?” Chris asks. You knew that if it wouldn’t get him in serious trouble, he’d fist fight that guy. 

The rest of the walk was of Chris trying to cheer you up a bit. He told you funny stories of him and his buddies, of the cast on past tours, and just about anything he thought would get you to laugh. Nothing was working. 

Sebastian held the door for you as you went in. Chris and Sebastian followed you in, waiting for your wordlessly as you picked up what you needed. The only occupant was a lonely, very tired clerk sitting at the counter looking like he was going to sleep for weeks when he got off shift. You shopped pretty quickly, grabbing a few candy bars, a bottled drink, tampons, some generic brand Tylenol and a pack of sleeping pills before heading to the zombie clerk.

“You have to buy Naloxone with this purchase because you’re buying an acetaminophen. Store policy.” His dead eyes bore into you as you pulled some money from your wallet.

You give a small nod of acknowledgment. He rings up the box and throws the Naloxone in the small plastic bag with all of your other items. You hand him some cash and he gives you your change.

“Ready?” Chris asks, yawning slightly.

“Yeah,” You felt the way zombie clerk looked: tired and totally fucking dead inside.

The three of you walked back to the hotel at the same pace as before. This time it was silent. The walk lasted about the same time, 10 minutes or so each way. The three of you took the stairs up to the third floor.

You held the door to the stairs open for them.

“Thanks again, guys. I really appreciated this.”

“Anything for you, Y/N.” Chris smiles sleepily. 

“Yeah, you’re welcome. Get some rest.” Sebastian says, moving to hug you goodnight. You wrapped your arms around Sebastian’s neck and he wrapped his arms around your back. He was warm and smelled like old spice. It was nice and you felt safe. Safe enough to want to spill your heart out, safe enough to tell him what you’ve been thinking, how you’ve been so hard on yourself with no good results. You want him to help you. You want him to tell you that everything was going to work out and that you’ll be okay. But you don’t. You simply let go and hug Chris.

Chris was warmer than Sebastian, and he smelled like soft mint. You felt just as safe. Tears pricked your eyes; you really didn’t want to go back to your room and be alone. You wanted to stay with them and talk or listen to them talk. Just being around them makes you feel a little better.

But you let go. You willed your tears away and thanked them one last time before going to your room, unaware that the two men had stayed in the hallway.

You walked down the small entryway and set your bag on the desk by your laptop bag. You pulled out the sleeping pill, popped two in your hand and swallowed them dry. You stayed seated at the desk. A stack of failed papers sat adjacent to the laptop bag. Frowning, you picked them up, barely able to make out the critiques in the dull light of your hotel room. Red pen was scribbled on a paper that you had wrote reviewing FDR’s presidency.

45%. You had received a 45 % on this essay. It took you almost two weeks to write and you got a 45%.

I’m fucking useless. I can’t even write an essay right.

You moved on to another essay you had written, This was your worst, You got a 30% on it. 30% was the lowest grade you had gotten on something that you put genuine effort into.

God, why do I even try anymore. What’s the point of school. I should just drop out, fuck. I should focus on acting. I can at least do that okay.

A drop of water fell on the paper in front of you, smearing the red ink that covered the page. Huh. You didn’t even realize you were crying again.

I’m just a dumb baby. Why do I try anymore? I should go home. My parents were right about me. I’ll never be good enough, I should just go home.

Your breathing sped up and you choked on your sobs in a weak attempt to stay quiet.

Why aren’t the pills working? I want to sleep.

You fumbled with the packaging of the pills, four more falling into your hands. You throw them in your mouth and swallow them dry. 

Your hands start to burn. It blossoms through your arms and through your chest, moving down to your feet. Your head throbs as though someone is leading a marching band through your cerebral cortex. You wince, rubbing your temples.

The pounding gets stronger and stronger until you can’t take it. You reach for the plastic shopping bag on your desk. You snatch the painkillers from it, rip off the packaging on grab a small handful. Without thinking, you shoved them into your mouth and swallowed. 

You couldn’t breath. They had gotten stuck while you attempted to swallow them. You needed water. You spotted your water bottle on the nightstand. You jumped up and rushed over to the nightstand, you tripped on something. The world is a blur around you as your forehead collides with the sharp corner of the wooden table. You yelp, sucking in a sharp breath. You push your head into your hands, putting pressure on the wound. 

The pain moves quickly. Soon, all you could think about was the burning and the pounding in your head. You push yourself against the small space between the wall and the nightstand, head still held by your hand.

You heard three dull thumps resonate through the room. Then you heard your name. More thumps then nothing. The pain was the only thing on your mind. That and the fact that your hands and cheeks were wet and beginning to grow sticky.

Why are my hands wet? I cry from my eyes, not my forehead. Oh, fuck this hurts.

You didn’t know how much time had passed from the thumping and someone pulling at your hands. You didn’t try to resist them. You were fading. Everything was blurry, the blob in front of you reminded you of your friend Chris. He was a real cool guy with really pretty eyes. But there were two of the colored blobs and Chris didn’t have a twin so it couldn’t be him.

Then you were being laid down on your side with your arms being manipulated. You tried to keep your eyes open but you were tired and in pain. You wanted it to go away. 

Why isn’t it going away?

_____________________

You reminded Chris of a puppy- energetic, affectionate and adorable in a way that only young and small things could be.

So he knew that something was up when you walked out of your hotel room with red and puffy eyes. This was more than pain and your hormones being out of whack. The walk confirmed his suspicions. You were quite- too quiet. You barely spoke. You barely looked at the two of them.

The hug made him want to stay with you for the rest of the night and talk. You almost cried when you hugged him. The only time you ever cried was when you had to for a scene.

Truth be told, he didn’t want to let you go. He holds you tightly, even when you loosen your grip on him.

“There’s something wrong, man,” Chris said after the door to your room closed. “She never cries.”

“She’s probably in pain. We aren’t girls, but we’ve heard how painful periods can be.”

“This is different.”

“Let’s talk to her in the morning, She’s probably stressed and in pain,”

Chris relented, following Sebastian to their room and laying in his bed, He didn’t get to sleep at all. He doesn’t know how much time had passed before he heard a loud thump and a yelp through the wall. He sat up, throwing the covers off of him. That was from your room. He bit his lip and stood up, slipping on some slide on shoes, he went to your room next door.

He knocked, “Y/N?” He knocked more. “Are you okay? Can you let me in, hon? I want to talk to you.”

No answer. He frowned. He tried one more time. Nothing, again. Chris looked around the hall while he waited impatiently for you to answer. His heart began to pump a little faster and something tugged in his gut. He needed to make sure you were okay and you really weren’t making it easy. After nothing happened again, he went down the stairs and to the front desk. Unsurprisingly, the front desk was empty. He rang a small bell they had. A tired young woman came from the back.

“Hi, how can I help you?" 

‘I lost the card to my room, can I get a new one?” Chris quickly lied. 

“Sure, what room?”

“321.”

She pulled out a key and magnetized it. In any other situation, he would be appalled that this woman didn’t ask for his name or even check that he was the right occupant of the room, but he was grateful for it now.

He practically sprinted up the stairs to your room, opened the door and walked in. It was dark, the only thing lighting the room was the lamp on the desk.

He fully expected to see you asleep on the bed and confirm that the thump and yelp was something else. But the only thing on the bed was your wallet and phone. He frowned, looking around. The bathroom door was open and you weren’t there.

He turned, looking around some more. Then he saw you. You were curled up between the nightstand and the bed. Your hands were cradling your forehead in shaking hands.

“Y/N, sweetie? Are you okay? Did something happen?” He spoke gently, trying not to startle you.

You didn’t even look up at him. He crouched down by you, gently pulling a hand away from your face. It was shaking horribly and covered in a red substance he prayed wasn’t blood. He pulled the other one away too. This one was drenched in what was most definitely blood and shaking as well. Your face was covered in it; it was dripping down your cheeks, over your nose, in your hair and even on your clothes.

“Y/N? Oh, my god! What happened to you?” He asked, brushing some hair that got caught in the mess away from your face. 

You eyes were heavily lidded and unfocused. You were staring him in the face but it was like he wasn’t there. Then he looked at your face closer. Your lips were turning purple.

“Fuck!” He exclaimed, patting his pockets for his phone. He stood up from his crouched position he quickly grabbed your phone, opened emergency contacts and dialed 911.

“911, what is your emergency?” A woman answered.

“Something is wrong with my friend. Her head is covered in blood, she’s shaking uncontrollably, and her lips are turning purple, I need an ambulance.”

“Okay, what is your location?”

“W Hotel on west seventh and main. Hurry, please.” Chris begged, pacing in front of your limp body.

“Okay, we have one en route. What’s your name sir?”

“Chris,”

“Okay, Chris. What room are you in?”

“I’m in room 321.”

“Is she responsive?“

"No, she’s just staring at me. I don’t think she knows I’m here,” Chris was crying at this point. With tears steadily flowing down his cheeks, he tried to stay calm for you.

“Did she consume any dangerous substances?”

“I-I don’t know. Fuck, how far is the ambulance?”

“They’re almost there.”

“Okay, please hurry, I think she’s dying.” Chris choked the last part out. This wasn’t real. There was no way that you, a 16 year old girl had just attempted suicide. 

No way. 

But it was real. You were laying in front of him, dying and he could do nothing about it.

Its takes too long for the medics to get there. But when they do, Chris steps back and panics in the corner.

They’re leaning over you and asking him things but he can’t think. He can’t breathe. Everything he knew about managing his anxiety went out the fucking window. 

He ended up riding to a hospital in the same car as you, holding your hand as they stabilized you. When they got to the hospital, he filled out paperwork for you.

Then he waited. 

He was led to a smaller, private waiting room and he sat. And he waited. The rest of the cast came in. Most of them were still in the clothes they had slept in. Sebastian and Robert had gotten their first, awoken by the medics and the noise in the hall. They got in a cab or something and followed the ambulance to the hospital. They just sat together in silence while everyone else trickled in.

Lizzie was crying. Hell, they all were in a state of shock. Chris just sat in a chair in a corner, trying to process what he saw.

How did she bleed that much? Why was she bleeding in the first place? Was it on purpose? Was it pills? Did she commit suicide? Why didn’t I see it? Is she dead? How could I have let this happen? His mind was going a mile a minute, but he sat completely still.

He was obviously oblivious to something because if he had done something earlier than this wouldn’t have done this. He could have stopped this from happening. 

The doctor comes in about two hours after everyone arrives. Its 3 AM.

“Are you here for Y/N Y/L/N?” He asks, holding a clipboard.

“Yes, we are.” Robert says, standing up. 

“What happened?”

“Is she okay?”

“My name is Dr. Ashby,” He began. "Y/N overdosed on drugs. We pumped her stomach. It’s highly unlikely any permanent damage has been done from the pills, but she has fractured a small part of her forehead. We believe that she has a concussion. She’s resting right now. We don’t know when she’ll wake up, but she will be okay.”

“Do you think she did it on purpose?” Tom asks softly, eyes glistening and red. 

The doctor sighed. “In my professional opinion, no. There wasn’t enough in her system to kill her or do any permanent damage. However, if you want a more accurate opinion, you should ask the officers that went to the hotel or Y/N after she’s had some time to recover.”

“Thank you Dr. Asby," 

The doctor left. The sounds of sniffling and soft crying still filled the room. Hours ticked by slowly. Too slowly.

"Are you okay, Chris?” Robert asked, placing a hand on his shoulder. Chris looked up at him. His dark hair was messy and his eyes were watery like the rest of theirs. Chris sighed and shook his head.

“There was so much blood,” He started. “Her lips were purple- she was dying. She didn’t even know I was there.” Robert sat next to him.

“I was with her before it happened. I could-”

“Don’t do that to yourself, Chris. You couldn’t have known that this was going to happen.”

“I know,” Chris rubbed his face, then ran a hand through his hair.

“You found her, and she’s going to be okay. That’s what matters right now,”

_____________________

The sound of beeping and ringing woke you up. It was constant, loud and probably the most annoying thing that you could have ever imagined waking up to. You patted your bedside, looking for your phone to turn off the alarm and stop the ringing. The sharp stench of bleach filled your nose, making you cringe. Your hotel did not smell like bleach.

Something’s wrong.

You opened your eyes, wincing at the bright lights. You brought an arm up cover your eyes only to find that you were hooked up to a machine. A heart monitor was at your side.

Okay. Why the fuck am I in a hospital? What the fuck? Why does my head hurt so fucking bad?

You sat up, despite feeling weak. You glanced around and began to panic, half tempted to bolt. You hated hospitals. That was a mistake. With the heart rate speeding up , the heart monitor followed suit. Your head throbbed from the added noise. Lying back down, you closed your eyes, taking deep breaths to try and think through whatever the fuck landed you in a hospital with this amount of head pain.

I was on a walk. It was night and I was with Seb and Chris. I went to a store. I bought some sleeping pills. I took them. Oh, my god. I overdosed. But why does my head hurt so fucking much?

You tried sitting up again after a few minutes. This time, you did it slow enough and kept calm enough to process everything that happened and why you were in a hospital.

Soon enough, a nurse came in. She smiled gently when she saw you awake. “Hi, Y/N. How are feeling?”

“My head hurts. A lot. What happened?”

“You overdosed on pills and you fractured your forehead I’m going to call your doctor, hang tight.” She said, still smiling.

Okay. I overdosed on pills by accident. And broke my skull. Okay. What the fuck. I could have died. Cool. What the fuck is wrong with me?

You took a few deep breaths as you waited for the doctor. He didn’t take long to get there, surprisingly. He was older, had thinning hair and a small beer belly. “Good evening, Miss Y/L/N. My name is Dr. Ashby. How is your head?”

“It hurts. A lot. My ears are ringing”

He nods, writing what you said on a clipboard. “Do you remember what happened?”

“I was on a walk with two of my coworkers and I bought some sleeping pills. I took some and I woke up here.”

“Were you trying to harm yourself at all?”

You shake your head. Another mistake. More pain shot through your head, making your wince, and hold your forehead where the pain was at its worst. “No, no. I just wanted to sleep.”

He gives you another nod, writing that down as well. 

“What happened?” You ask. 

"You overdosed on pills. We don’t think any permanent damage was done, but we’d like to run some tests to confirm that,” He began, placing his pen in the clipboard. “You hit your head and you likely have a moderate concussion. We’ll run some tests for that too." 

"What time is it?” The doctor checks his watch. 

“It is 1 AM." 

"How long was I out?" 

"A little more than a day." 

"When can I leave?” You ask, trying to keep the desperation out of your voice. 

“We’re going to start running some tests, and once those come back we’ll discuss them and after that, we can let you go.”

“How long will that be?”

“We have a few blood tests that need to be run. Those will take a week to ten days to get back. Don’t worry, you don’t have to tay for those. However, we do have to run a couple diagnostics to see what happened to your head. We can have you out tomorrow or the day after. 

You let out a sigh of relief, shoulders slumping. “Thanks Dr. Ashby.”

He asked a series of questions and had you do a series of tasks, confirming that you did give yourself a concussion. After that was done, a nurse came into take your blood. After she left, you laid back in your bed, the ringing in your ears growing louder. 

Fuck. The media probably has their dirty little paws all over this. Y/N Y/L/N in the Hospital After Overdose. Marvel Actress Dies After Overdose, just kidding she’s alive. 

You sigh and close your eyes, wishing this was just a bad dream that you could wake up from. But the bandages on your head, the ringing in your ears and the monitors say otherwise. You struggle to fall back asleep, but when you do its fitful and full of unrest.

The morning came too quickly. Visiting hours started at nine and you knew your co-stars and likely a bunch of reporters were going to want to see you. It wasn’t that you didn’t care about your co-stars- it wasn’t that at all. You loved the people you worked with, but you scared of how they were going to react to what happened. 

“Good morning, Y/N,” Your nurse said. She was really sweet and wore a smile whenever you saw her. 

“Good morning,” You smile back, taking the meds she gave you. 

“Visiting hours begin in 15 minutes. I know you’re nervous. Don’t worry about any reporters or anyone like that coming in. We’ve made sure that no one of those sorts are allowed in.” That was a huge relief. 

“Thank you,” You’re sure you visibly relaxed. 

“You’re welcome, dear. Do you need anything else?" 

"No, thanks again,” She left the room, leaving you to your own devices. 

At exactly nine in the morning, Chris shuffles into your room with a bear and a small bouquet of sunflowers. 

“Hey,” He said softly. He looked rough. His hair was clean but untamed and his eyes were red. He was wearing a sweater and some jeans. You looked back down at the bed because what the fuck were you supposed to say? 

Hi, I’m so sorry for almost killing myself accidentally. Oops, guess my hand slipped and took too many pills when I was just trying to get to sleep. Yeah, no. 

“How are you feeling?” He pressed when you said nothing, placing a hand on your shoulder, rubbing it lightly. You shrugged, picking at the blanket on the bed. 

“C'mon, talk to me. What’s been goin’ on, kid?" 

"I don’t wanna talk about it,” You say softly. 

“Not talking about it isn’t working,” His voice hardened slightly.

“It was an accident,” You say, voice cracking. “I didn’t mean to, I just wanted to sleep.” Chris sighs, laying the flowers and bear on a chairs behind him. 

“Scoot over,” He says. You gave him a strange look as he stood above your bed, tears welling up in your eyes.

“I won’t bite. Promise,” 

You scoot to the other side of the bed. He half-sits half-stands and wraps his arms around you, placing a gentle hand on the back of your head, mindful of your injury, and cradles your head against his warm chest. He smells like soft mint. You feel safe. More tears well up in your eyes as you wrapped your arms around him in return. 

“Did you want to hurt yourself?” He was shaking lightly.

“No, I swear. I just wanted to get some sleep. That’s it. I don’t remember anything but taking a couple pills.” He sighed, your head rising and falling with his chest. 

“You scared the shit out of us, kid.” His voice wobbled, some tears fell in your hair. “God, don’t ever do that again,” He buried his face in your hair. You knew he was crying. You were too, the tears flowing freely down your face. 

“I’m sorry,” You say softly. “I really didn’t mean to.” He didn’t say anything else, he just held onto you. 

Maybe I can tell him. He can help. He obviously cares. He wouldn’t show up if he didn’t care about me. Just be honest. 

“I was doing homework,” You mumble, hiding your face in his chest. If you were going to tell him what’s been going on, there was no way you could look at him in the face. You’d back out and pretend everything was okay. He didn’t say anything. And if he reacted, you couldn’t see it. 

“I’m failing three of my classes. It was too hard to focus so I just turned it in. I wanted to go to bed so I looked for my sleeping pills, but I ran out. That’s why I asked you to go to the store with me.” You sit up and wipe the tears off your eyes. “I took some and they weren’t working so I took more. Then my hands were burning. That’s all I remember,”

Chris’s arms tightened around you, drawing you back to him. “You hit your head. There was a lot of blood, and your lips turned purple. I thought you were dying.”

“I’m sorry,” You say, breath hitching as you began to cry steadily again. You spent the next few moments crying into his chest. 

He must’ve found me. Fuck. Fuck me, fuck me. I’m terrible. 

“I’m so sorry, Chris, I am. I’m sorry,” You sputtered out, clutching his shirt in your hands. 

“I know. I forgive you now that I know you’re okay. Take a deep breath. It’s okay,” He says, running a hand up and down your back. He started to breath melodramatically and you followed suit, soon calming down enough to stop crying. 

“Everyone else wants to see you, but there’s a two person limit." 

"Then why’d you come alone?” Chris shook his head, reaching for the bear. He handed it to you.

“A bear?” A brown bear specifically. A brown bear dressed as Captain America with black dark blue buttons for eyes even more specifically.

“Yeah, I thought that if I couldn’t be there for you then another Captain America could,” 

“You know I’m not six, right?” You couldn’t help the smile that tugged on your lips. 

Chris shrugged, eyes still wet. You leaned over and hugged him again. 

“Thank you,” You say, voice cracking. “For everything.”

“Anything for you, Y/N.”

[mirekat]

All right, I’ve been sort-of tagged in this post twice now (directly by @left-trek and implicitly by @little-brisk, thanks to you both!) so let’s do this:

1. Name/nickname: Adrian/there are no good nicknames for Adrian

2. Gender:  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ is the short answer

3. Star sign: Google tells me I’m still a Libra

4. Height: 5′8″

5. Time: 8:26am

6. Birthday: 24 September

7. Favorite bands: I cannot concentrate on more than one thing at once, so I listen to way less music than most people and am defensive about it. Also my taste in bands is incoherent. The Mountain Goats, obviously. The Magnetic Fields. I am contractually obligated to like Against Me! Korpiklaani, Eluveitie, other geeky folk and symphonic metal outfits. Erstwhile alt-hip hop duo The Blue Scholars. Every so often I get into a Fleetwood Mac loop and listen to nothing but Rumours nonstop for a week. Whatever, I contain multitudes.

8. Favorite solo artists: Ok, this one is way too hard to winnow down. When I was a teen I decided to pledge myself to a local diva like some 19th c gay aesthete; does that count? That diva is Talise Trevigne, whose career I have faithfully followed from the cardboard sets of the SF Lyric Opera to the Grammies. I was insufferable as a teen and I SHOULD be bullied for it but she’s real good.

9. Song stuck in my head: I was debating how to classify Deltron 3030 so now I have the hook from "3030″ locked in for the rest of the day.

10. Last movie I watched: Star Wars I think.

11. Last show I watched: Star Trek: Enterprise, as many of you will know from my regular practice of dunking on it.

12. When did I create this blog: October 2020

13. What I post: Star Trek, other space shows, academia, birds, my feelings, my cat

14. Last thing I googled: “[University redacted] Library late returns” lol

15. Other blogs: a long-defunct trans history blog

16. Do I get asks: none yet

17. Why I chose my URL: to match my AO3 URL

18. Following: 36. I tried following more but quickly got overwhelmed.

19. Followers: 43. 

20. Average hours of sleep: 7.5 under non-manic or depressed conditions

21. Lucky number: I actually haven’t ever thought about this. 

22. Instruments: I’m a choirboy, so my voice mostly. Piano, ukulele, baritone sax, several gamelan instruments to varying degrees of competence.

23. What I’m wearing: jeans, plain black tee, a layer of cat hair.

24. Dream job: Trans Karl Marx

25. Dream trip: Anywhere outside a 5K radius of my apartment really. But beyond that, going back to London or Singapore--partly to see all the friends I haven’t seen in a year or more, partly, uh, to go to the archives. I really, really miss archives.

26. Favorite food: garlic

27. Nationality: American, hopefully not forever

28. Favorite song: this is impossible but if I had to listen to only one song for the rest of forever I guess Monteverdi’s madrigal arrangement of ‘Lasciatemi Morire’ bc it’s lovely and I am early modern emo trash.

29. Last book I read: Last book I finished was a reread of To the Lighthouse, which staggered me afresh after so many years. Now I’m midway through Yaa Gyasi’s Transcendent Kingdom. It’s very different from her last book, less linear, with a neuroscientist narrator whose attention to detail is alternately clinical and lyrical but always strikingly precise. A distancing effect that feels both true to the character and helpful in giving a framework for all the narrator’s wrestling with: basically, figuring out how to exist in the face of mental illness and her family’s fragility and American racism and a fundamentalist Christianity that no longer works for her and an academic rationalism that also doesn’t work. It’s a lot to balance and I’m waiting to see how Gyasi wraps it up but it’s been compelling so far. 

30. Top 3 fictional universes I’d like to live in: Right now the only ones I can think of are Star Trek--albeit on a planet, not in Starfleet--and Ian M. Banks’s The Culture--albeit like, living on a chill orbital with no job, not in Special Circumstances. Send me to the parts of the utopia we never see because nothing ever happens there.

Honestly I don’t know if I even have 20 mutuals who haven’t already seen this and/or filled it out, and tagging gives me serious social anxiety. So I’m just going to say: if any of my mutuals sees this and feels like filling it out, I’d love to know more about you! Consider yourselves tagged!

[supernaturalwritingbunker]

Published Before Editing-Dean Winchester-Chapter 1

Summary: (Proposal AU) Dean Winchester, aspiring author and assistant to one of the best Editor-in-Chiefs in the country, knew it wouldn’t be an easy job when he applied. But here he is, years later, tasked with one job from his boss that wasn’t listed anywhere in the initial job description. His morals, family relationships and his career are all out to be tested. Will he pass? Will he fail? What will the oldest Winchester son do? 

Warnings: Language, AU, John and Mary are Alive. Mary’s Mom, Deanna, is Alive. No Hunting. Boss/Employee Relationship. 

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Emily Morgan (OC)

Words: 3,844

Tag List: @elskinner45 @you-a-southpaw-doll @it-is-rebel-owl-ma-dudes @jai-lynne-unknown @akshi8278​ 

A/N: Here is our first series on this blog. If you like it, please leave some feedback so we know if we should continue it or not. I know there has been a lot of AU’s for Dean with this movie but we wanted to do our own. Change it up. 

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Third Person POV

You know when you wake up in the morning you sometimes get a gut feeling of how the day would go? Well, this morning, no one had the feeling that today would be unlike any other. 37 year old Canadian-American , Emily Morgan is doing her normal routine of getting up at 5 AM and immediately exercising. 

Today, she’s on her exercise bike in the middle of her New York apartment, reading a long manuscript she was given the other day. Flipping the pages of the manuscript, she reads through it, and pedals on the stationary bike, part of her imagining she’s on a leisurely bike ride through Paris.

***

On the complete opposite side of town, Dean Winchester, however, is curled in his blankets, not wanting to get out of the warm comfort he was in. He opens his eyes and looks around for a brief moment, glancing around.

Flipping over to lay on his stomach with his blanket out and on top of the covers, he closes his eyes once again before he can wake up fully. Relaxing against his mattress with his pillow bunched up under between his arm and his head, he lets out a soft noise of content. 

His alarm isn’t blaring in his ear as it usually would at this hour in the morning so he tries to get some more sleep. Right away, his eyes snap back open when he realizes the sunlight is hitting him in the face.

He glances at the clock on his night stand to find the red numbers of 12:00 blinking at him. He grabs his watch to check the actual time. 

“Shit!” He says, throwing his watch back onto the stand.

The time is 6:16 AM and he has to be at the office at 7 AM or his boss, Emily, will probably fire him, despite working as her assistant for years. He jumps up from his bed and runs to his closet, hoping he still has a suit clean.

***

Emily finished her exercises not too long ago and she just got out of a nice hot shower. She doesn’t have a care in the world. Being the Executive Editor-in-Chief  for Singer Publishing, she shows up when she wants to. And that time is always 7 AM. Not a minute before. Not a minute after.

***

Dean rushes out of his apartment building in his suit, which he’s thankful that it’s 100% clean, and practically runs into on-coming traffic. Cars honking are heard behind him but he doesn’t pay any mind to the sounds. He has to get her, his boss, coffee for the morning, otherwise, she will not be a happy camper. 

***

Emily is in her nicely stocked kitchen, eating a small bowl of oatmeal. She’s dressed in a nice, light blouse, and dark blazer, with a skirt to match. You can tell she had it dry cleaned and pressed. On the counter in front of her lies the manuscript she was reading while exercising earlier in the morning. 

She takes the last bite of her breakfast before putting it in the sink, deciding to clean it when she gets home. That’s a problem for her afternoon self to worry about. 

***

Dean runs into the Starbucks closest to the publishing building. Each and every single week, Monday through Friday, and a few weekends, he’s here getting coffee for Emily so much that the baristas know him by now. He gets the same exact thing and never misses a day...except today where he is a little late. 

Groaning to himself, he dares to sneak a glance at his watch after finding a long line ahead of him.

“Dean!” He hears from the front of the coffee shop. “Hey.”

His eyes snap up to see Jo, the barista that always takes his order. She’s holding up a small drink carrier with two coffees inside. He gently pushes past everyone in line and lays down a few dollars on the counter before taking the cups.

“Literally saved my life. Thank you.” He says, softly, before rushing toward the door. “Thank you!”

Jo smiles to herself and bites her lip, checking out the handsome man in the dark blue suit. Dean runs from the shop down the sidewalk, trying to make it to the building in time. The sign for Singer Publishing enters his eyesight and he runs into traffic again, causing car owners to lay on their horns. 

He ignores them completely as he runs around another man to get in the front door. Trying to use all his speed but keep the coffees in his hand, he rushes down the hallway toward the elevator. One starts closing causing him to hit the door on the way in, almost slamming into other employees. 

He lets out a deep breath before speaking.

“Everyone okay?”

“Yeah.” One answers, looking up at him.

“Me too.” He nods and takes another breath.

***

Emily, with her purse and cell phone, is walking down the street at her normal pace. Her phone starts ringing and she smiles slightly before answering it. 

“Hello, Ash? How’s my favorite writer?” She pauses to listen to him as she glances around the street. “Of course you’ve been thinking about our talk because you know I’m right.” She says, crossing the road safely. “People in this country are busy, broke and hate to read. They need someone to say, ‘Hey! Don’t watch Dr. Sexy MD tonight. Read a book! Read Ash’s book!’ And that person is Oprah.”

***

Dean makes it to his floor with only about 5 minutes to spare. He puts Emily’s coffee in his right hand with his in the other to make sure he doesn’t spill it. The elevator doors open and he rushes to the right side of the hall.

“Cutting it close.” Amelia says, seeing him rush in while she’s on the phone.

Never stopping his steps, he speaks.

“One of those mornings.” He glances over his shoulder at her. “Thank you, Captain Obvious.”

Before he can stop, the mail carrier backs up into Dean’s tracks causing the assistant to slam into his back, crushing Emily’s extremely hot coffee against his own chest. ‘Ooohhhh….’ is heard around the office at the sight.

“Sweet...” Dean calls out, angrily. “Jesus!”

“Sorry.” The mail carrier mumbles as he pulls his cart away.

“Rub some dirt on it, brother.” Someone calls out to him.

He takes in a deep breath and rushes down the aisle. This day is already shaping up to be one helluva rough one. That’s for sure. And, as a Winchester, he knows rough days like the back of his hands.

***

Emily has made it to the building, still on the phone with Ash.

“Ash, the truth is all A-plus novelists do publicity.” She says, walking to the elevator and waits. “Roth, McCourt, Russo and..” 

Ash cuts her off in the middle of her sentence.

“Ash! Can I tell you what else they have in common? A Pulitzer.”  She cuts back in, still talking into her phone as she stares at the elevator doors.

***

Dean, having already taken off his suit jacket, searches for his friend among the sea of co-workers and cubicles. When he finally finds the person he’s looking for, he quickens his steps. 

“I need the shirt off your back. Literally.” He looks down at Garth.

“You’re kidding, right?” He says, looking up at Dean, noticing the large coffee stain on his white button-up.

“Yankees, Boston, this Tuesday, two company seats for your shirt.” Dean proposes. “You have five seconds to decide. Five. Four. Three. Two. One.” 

Garth stares at him for a moment, not knowing if he is 100% serious.

***

Amelia’s laughing with a co-worker when she hears the familiar sounds of heels against the floor. Her head snaps up and her eyes widen.

“Shit.” She whispers before leaning down to her computer. 

She opens up the chatroom that contains everyone in the office, besides Emily. 

‘It’s Here.’ she sends, warning all her colleagues.

Emily walks further into the offices and everyone, one by one, looks up. As she walks by their desks, she hears a small bubble pop as their message comes up. She doesn’t think anything of it. The sound is normal for her office, even if she doesn’t know why. Or that she’s, literally, the elephant in the room.

She glances around and hears people talking on the phone or filling out paperwork. This, right here, is exactly what she wants to see early in the morning. People actually doing their damn jobs. She opens up her office door to see her assistant, Dean, standing on the other side of the room, holding her coffee cup. 

“Hello, Boss.” He says, holding out the cup. “You have a conference call in 30 minutes.”

Without stopping her footsteps, she takes the cup and walks to her desk.

“Yes. About the marketing of the spring books. I know.” She sits down in her chair. 

 “Staff meeting at 9:00.” Dean continues as he walks closer to her desk.

Emily turns her chair around so she’s facing her desk. “Did you call...What’s his name? With...with the weird scar on his arm.”

“Cain.” He informs her.

“Yes, Cain.” She nods, putting her cup down on her desk. 

“Yes. I did. I told him that if he doesn’t get his manuscript in on time you won’t give him a release date.”  He nods, passing her some books that she needs. “Also your immigration lawyer called. He said it’s imperative…”

She cuts him off as she looks at her sticky notes. “Cancel the call, push the meeting to tomorrow, keep the lawyer on the sheets. Get a hold of PR, have them start drafting a press release. Ash is doing Oprah.”

 “Wow.” Dean raises his eyebrows slightly. “Nicely done.”

“If I want your praise, I will ask for it.” She bites out, grabbing her coffee.

Dean ignores her comment and begins walking to the door. Emily turns in her seat toward her computer before glancing at her cup. She raises an eyebrow and turns back toward her desk.

“Who is...Who is Jo? And why does she want me to call her?” She asks, looking at her assistant.

Dean stops in his tracks and looks at her with slight shock written all over his face. She turns the cup so he can read the writing on the side. 

“Well, that was originally my cup.” He states.

“And I’m drinking your coffee, why?” She asks, biting her lip slightly, trying to stop a smile. 

“Because your coffee spilled.” He admits.

She nods as she looks at the cup and takes a drink. Taking a hesitant sip, she reads the side of the cup, realizing it’s her exact drink as well. 

“So you drink caramel light soy lattes?” She raises an eyebrow.

“I do. It’s like Christmas in a cup.” He says.

“Is that a coincidence?” She leans back in her seat slightly.

“Incredibly, it is.” He says as the phone rings. He walks over to it as he continues to speak. “I wouldn’t drink the same coffee that you drink just in case yours spilled. That would be pathetic.” 

He picks up the phone. “Morning, Miss Morgan’s office. Hey, Dick.” 

Dean looks up at his boss to see her gesture to Dick’s office before turning in her seat toward her computer.

“Actually, we’re headed to your office right now.” Dean says before hanging up. “Why are we headed to Dick’s office?” 

Emily just turns in her seat and kisses her teeth with a smirk. Dean does the same before rolling his eyes and walking out of her office. As soon as he exits her eyeline, he runs over to his desk and types in the group chat.

‘THE WITCH IS ON HER BROOM.’ 

The sound of bubble’s popping is heard throughout the office once again. People start rushing to act like they are working as Emily walks out of her office with her coffee cup.

Dean jogs over to her and begins walking her speed.

“Have you finished the manuscript I gave you?” He asks, softly.

“I read a few pages. I wasn’t that impressed.” She says, not caring.

“Can I say something?” He glances at her.

“No.” She states.

He starts talking anyway. “I’ve read thousands of manuscripts. This is the only one I’ve given you. There’s an incredible novel in there. The kind of novel you publish.”

She glances to her left to see Garth stop in the aisle near them with a large coffee stain on his shirt. Either Dean spilled his office on him or...he switched shirts, and Emily is going with the latter.

“Wrong. And I do think you order the same coffee as I do just in case you spill, which is, in fact, pathetic.” She says, looking forward again.

“Or impressive.” Dean tries.

“I’d be impressed if you didn’t spill it in the first place.” She stops walking as she gets to Dick’s office. “Remember, you’re a prop.” 

“Won’t say a word.” Dean mumbles before walking to the office before her.

He opens the door and walks in, making sure to keep it open for her. Dick looks up from his laptop with a slight smirk as he watches Emily walk in. She nods toward him with a small smile as she tips her coffee cup to him. 

“Our fearless leader and her liege. Please, do come in.” He says, looking back down at his computer.

Emily glances around the office before noticing something new in the office. 

“Beautiful breakfront. Is it new?” She asks, knowing damn well it is.

She walks over and gently runs her hand against it.

“It is English Regency Eqyptian Revival, built in the 1800s…” Dick gloats. “...but, yes, it is new to my office.”

Emily leans against the breakfront and sighs.

“Witty.” She whispers. “Dick, I’m letting you go.” 

Dean and Dick both turn their heads to look at her.

“Pardon?” He raises an eyebrow.

“I asked you over a dozen times to get Ash to do Oprah and you didn’t do it.” She looks up at him. “You’re fired.”

Dean turns toward the office door and closes it, not wanting anyone to hear what is going on. 

“I have told you that is impossible!” Dick tries to say. “Ash hasn’t done an interview in 20 years!”

“That is interesting, because I just got off the phone with him and he is in.” She smirks slightly.

“Excuse me?” He says, shocked.

“You didn’t even call him, did you?” She questions. 

“But…” 

“I know, I know...Ash can be a little scary to deal with...For you.” She says, walking toward his desk. “Now, I will give you two months to find another job. And then we can tell everyone you resigned, okay?”

She doesn’t let him answer. Her question being one of the rhetorical style, and more of a demand disguised as a question. She takes a manuscript off his desk and hands it to Dean before walking out the door. 

“What’s his twenty?” Emily whispers to Dean as they exit the office. 

Dean glances over his shoulder, watching Dick pace for a moment before answering. 

“He’s moving.” He continues walking as he speaks. “He has crazy eyes.”

“Don’t do it, Dick. Don’t do it.” She mumbles so only Dean can hear.

Dick runs out of his office and yells to her.

“You poisonous bitch!” 

This causes Emily to stop in her tracks and sigh. Everyone in the office snaps their heads up toward the commotion.

“You can’t fire me!” Dick continues as Emily turns around and Dean leans against someone’s desk to watch. “You don’t think I see what you’re doing here? Sandbagging me on this Oprah thing so that you can look good to the board? Because you are threatened by me! And you are a monster!”

Emily shakes her head, not really caring about what he is saying about her. “Dick, stop…”

“Just because you have no semblance of life outside of this office, you think you can treat all of us like your own personal slaves.” He continues, loving the attention now. “You know what? I feel sorry for you. Because you know what you’re gonna have on your deathbed? Nothing and no one!”

Emily steps toward him and takes in a deep breath. 

“Listen carefully, Dick. I didn’t fire you because I feel threatened. No. I fired you because you’re lazy, entitled, imcompetent and you spend more time cheating on your wife than you do in your office. And if you say another word, Dean here is gonna have you thrown out, okay?” She asks, causing Dean’s eyebrows to raise slightly. “Another word and you’re going out of here with an armed escort. Dean will film it with his camera phone and he’ll put it on that Internet site. What was it?”

She looks at him, wanting to actually know the site’s name. 

“Youtube?” He raises an eyebrow. 

“Exactly. Is that what you want?” She asks, but he doesn’t answer. “Didn’t think so. I have work to do.”

She turns around and starts walking down toward her office, Dean trailing closely behind her.

“Have security take his breakfront and put it in my conference room.” She looks straight ahead.

“Will do.” Dean nods.

“I need you this weekend to help review his files and his manuscript.” She states, not letting him say otherwise.

“This weekend?” He asks, stopping outside her office.

She stops in front of him and raises an eyebrow. “You have a problem with that?”

“No. I...just my grandmother’s 90th birthday so I was gonna go home and…” She rolls her eyes and walks into her office. “It’s fine. I’ll cancel it. You’re saving me from a weekend of misery, so it’s...Good talk, yeah…”

He sighs and walks to his desk. He sits down and immediately calls his mother. He informs her of the news that was just dropped on him and he sighs.

“I know, I know. Okay, tell Gammy I’m sorry. What…” His mother cuts him off. “Mom. What do you want me to tell you? She’s making me work the weekend. No, I’m not...No...I’ve worked too hard for this promotion to throw it all away.” 

Emily walks out of her office toward his desk. 

“I’m sure that Dad is pissed but we take all of our submissions around here seriously.” He continues talking to his mother. “We’ll get back to you as soon as we can.”

He hangs up the phone after quickly coming up with a lie. He looks up at her to see her staring down at him with her hand on her hip.

“Was that your family?” She asks.

“Yes.” He nods slightly.

“They tell you to quit?” She asks again.

“Every single day.” He says, grabbing the phone as it rings. “Miss Morgan’s office. Yeah. Okay. Alright.” He hangs up and looks up at her. “Singer and Harvelle want to see you upstairs immediately.” 

She growls slightly and sighs.

“Okay. Come get me in ten minutes. We’ve got a lot to do.” She says, before walking toward the elevators.

Dean glares at her back before picking up the ringing phone once again.

Emily walks into the lobby of the offices upstairs and toward the big boss’ doors.

“Good morning, Miss Morgan.” The receptionist says happily, but she just ignores her.

She opens up the door and walks in with a smile on her face. 

“Bobby, Ellen.” 

“Congratulations on the Oprah thing.” Bobby nods toward her.

“Thank you, thank you.” She nods, standing beside the chairs in front of his desk. “This isn’t about my second raise, is it? Just kidding.”

“Emily, do you remember when we agreed you wouldn’t go to the Frankfurt Book Fair because you weren’t allowed out of the country while your visa application was being processed?” Bobby asks, laying down a paper in his hand. 

“Yes. I do.” She nods.

“And...You went to Frankfurt.” He states.

“Yes. We were going to lose DeLillo to Hellhound. So...really didn’t have a choice, did I?” She giggles slightly.

“Seems the United States Government doesn’t care who published Don DeLillo.” Bobby leans forward on his desk.

“We just spoke to your immigration attorney.” Ellen speaks up for the first time.

“Great. So, we’re all good?” Emily smiles slightly. “Everything good?”

“Emily, your visa application has been denied.” Bobby says, reading the paper.

Emily’s eyes widen. “What?”

“And you are being deported.” Bobby continues.

“Deported?!”

“And there was also some paperwork you didn’t fill out in time.” He finishes.

“Come on. Come on!” Emily scoffs. “It’s not like I’m even an immigrant! I’m from Canada, for Christ’s sake. There’s gotta be...something we can do.”

“We can reapply, but unfortunately you have to leave the country for at least a year.” Ellen reveals to the woman.

“Okay...Okay well, that’s not ideal, but I can…” She thinks. “I can manage everything from Toronto.” She gestures to the computer. 

“No.” Ellen shakes her head. 

“With videoconferencing. Internet.” Emily continues anyway.

“Unfortunately, if you’re deported you can’t work for an American Company.” Ellen informs her.

“Untill this is resolved, I’m going to turn operations over to Dick Roman.” Bobby says.

“Dick Roman? The guy I just fired?” She asks, pointing over her shoulder.

“We need an Editor-in- Chief. He is the only person in the building who has enough experience.” Bobby states.

“You cannot be serious.” Emily sighs. “I beg of you.”

“Emily. We are desperate to have you stay. If there was any way, any way at all we could make this work, we’d be doing it…” 

“There is no way...I am begging you.” Emily puts her hands together.

“No.” Bobby looks up as the door opens. “Excuse me, we’re in a meeting.”

Emily glances over her shoulder to see Dean poking his head in. 

“Sorry to interrupt.”

“What?” Emily practically snaps.

“Mary from Ms. Winfrey’s office called. She’s on the line.” Dean lies.

“I know.” She sighs and nods.

“She’s on hold. She needs to speak with you. I told her you were otherwise engaged.” Dean says. “She insisted...so.”

Emily opens her mouth to tell him to leave when one of the words he says plays through her mind. 

‘Come here.’ She mouths causing Dean to raise an eyebrow. ‘Come here!’

He takes the few steps in before closing the door behind himself. He walks in before standing in the middle of the room, confused. She smirks to herself slightly before looking at Bobby and Ellen.

“Gentleman, Ma’am, I understand. I understand the predicament that we are in…” She starts before backing up to stand beside her assistant. “I think there’s something that you should know. We’re getting married.” 

“Who is getting married?” Dean whispers as he looks at her then at Bobby.

“You and I.” She smiles up at him. 

He stares at the big boss’ with slight shock, not knowing what to say. Dean Winchester...Is marrying his boss?!

[raleighcarrera]

holiday writing requests

wow feels weird to use the post title feature sdkjfdglfkgjfkjg

ANYWAY i’m opening up winter/holiday themed writing requests for choices & twc !! my goal is to do as many of these as i can before the end of the year but i’m going to try to space them out so please be patient and i’m sorry if i don’t get to yours or if it takes awhile

and thank you all for making my time here so far in 2020 so much fun and for being so nice to me since i made this blog in may ❤️ 

if you have a specific scenario or request in mind, just send me an ask, but otherwise a list of assorted prompts i’m accepting is under the cut !!

from here - winter/cold weather prompts:

1. first snowfall 2. hot chocolate 3. ice skating 4. blankets 5. fireplace 6. fuzzy socks 7. scarf 8. snowball 9. sweater 10. snuggling 11. snowed - in 12. mistletoe 13. candles 14. winter sunrise 15. eggnog

from here - winter/holiday writing prompts:

1. mistletoe kissing booth 2. makeout sesh in front of the fire, but someone is being a tad too respectful 3. snowball fight turns flirting, turns serious, then flirty again 4. snowed in and huddling for warmth 5. home for the holidays, but my parents won’t let us share a room so we sneak out to see each other

from here - winter/holiday sentence starters:

1. “it’s cold out here, can i borrow your jacket?” 2. “warm my hands up?” 3. “look! it’s snowing!” 4. “the car won’t start...” 5. “it’s supposed to snow tonight, you should just stay here...” 6. “i haven’t felt warmth in approximately twenty-three days.” 7. “that blanket looks big enough for two!” 8. “you’re cute when you’re cold.” 9. “it smells like i just walked into cinnamon hell.” 10. “can’t we stay in bed? it’s cold outside...” 11. “you’re not getting sick again, are you?” 12. “i’ll take care of you.” 13. “don’t slip!” 14. “i may or may not have gotten tangled up in the tinsel.” 15. “so... the tree is too big to fit through the door.” 16. “last minute gift shopping is an art, and you’re not ready for it.” 17. “all i want for christmas is you.” 18. “can i open just one? pleasseeee?” 19. “don’t be such a downer, mr scrooge.” 20. “i have michael bublé’s entire discography and an unopened bottle of wine.” 21. “i couldn’t find any gelt, but we do have raisins!” 22. “please don’t burn the house down.” 23. ���normal people don’t own this many candles.” 24. “that’s the ugliest sweater i’ve ever seen.”

from here - winter/holiday prompts

1. “it’s almost midnight!” 2. “yeah, uh, alcohol doesn’t go in hot chocolate.” 3. “why does the house smell like a cinnamon roll threw up?” 4. “if you throw a snowball at my face so help me.” 5. “open your present!” 6. “wanna get shit faced instead?” 7. “why is there mistletoe everywhere?” 8. “i’m still sad you won’t be home for christmas.” 9. “aren’t you afraid of setting the house on fire with all the lights?” 10. “i hope you break your ass on that ice.” 11. “wait, no one got you anything?” 12. “so... we’re kind of snowed in.” 13. “it looks like the north pole threw up.” 14. “are you sure it’s illegal to kill carolers?” 15. “you didn’t think i’d let you spend christmas alone, did you?” 16. “i told you you were going to get sick if you stayed in the snow all day.” 17. “does that stocking have my name on it?” 18. “and now the power’s out.” 19. “you’ve never had a new year’s kiss?” 20. “you’re kind of cute when you look like rudolph.”-“the reindeer?”-“no, my dentist. yes, the reindeer.”

from here - december fanfic prompts

1. a snowball fight 2. overly bundled up for the weather 3, decorating the tree 4. ruining the holiday dinner 5. secret santa gift exchange 6. unwrapping presents 7. making cookies 8. new holiday traditions 9. work holiday party 10. eating candy canes 11. traveling for the holiday 12. a holiday proposal 13. drunk at new year’s party 14. a new year’s kiss

from here - christmas/winter starters

“sorry, it’s not me, it’s the eggnog.” “just so you know, i’m kind of stuck in the christmas lights.” “looks like you’re getting coal this year.” “i just took an online quiz and it said i was on the naughty list! if it was you i could see it, but not me!” “are you seriously crying over rudolph...?”   “i just called to tell you merry christmas.” “please stop singing christmas songs.” “if you ring those dumb jingle bells one more time, i will wring your neck.” “oh my god, is that  mistletoe...?” “what kind of christmas would it be if we didn’t play in the snow?”  

from here - holiday au prompts

1. we don’t like each other, but we’re at a mutual friend’s christmas party and we keep getting caught under the mistletoe together 2. we both work at the mall’s pictures with santa event. you shouldn’t be able to look that attractive in an elf’s costume and we should not be hooking up in santa’s cottage on our break 3. why can’t you turn your christmas lights off at a reasonable hour? they’re way too bright and some of us are trying to sleep. if you won’t turn them off, i’ll turn them off myself 4. my parents keep pestering me about a boy/girlfriend, so i lied and now i need you to be my fake boy/girlfriend for the holidays 5. if you sing one more christmas song, I’m breaking the radio and kicking you out of the car. i don’t care how cute you are, i can’t take one more rendition of santa baby or all i want for christmas is you 6. you didn’t have anywhere to go for the holidays, so i invited you to come home with me as friends but my parents now think we’re dating

from here - more christmas aus

1. “i know we hate each other but it’s christmas eve and your flight was cancelled, please come inside.” 2. “i got you for secret santa so i got you this really expensive but sentimental gift that you’ve always wanted, hoping you’ll never find out it’s from me - and that i’ve been in love with you 1234567 years.” 3. person a seducing person b into taking a few steps back/backing them against the wall (”oh look, how did that mistletoe get right there?”) 4. i knitted you a jumper/mittens/scarf 5. “we were playing in the snow and you suddenly tackled me to the ground and now... we’re just... staring... at each other...” 6. "our christmas party turned into a tropical theme because the radiator is broken and it’s hotter than hell in here - damn you look good without a shirt, i never noticed before asgdhfjgkhl” 7. “we’re co workers who hate each other but you had too much to drink at the staff christmas party and admitted your love for me i don’t know how to act around you now.” 8. TEACH ME HOW TO SKI (lol jk i know how you’re just so fucking cute) 9. PULLING YOU IN FOR A KISS WITH A SCARF 10. “i did that annoying thing where i put loads of smaller boxes inside one big box and you’re getting really mad but you don’t know that the ring is in the smallest box and i can’t wait to see your face”

from here - christmas/holiday starters

1. “woah, someone drank too much egg nog.” 2. “i can’t believe i’m all alone during the holidays.” 3. “i hate snow. and smiling children.” 4. “if i hear one more christmas song, someone is getting strangled with tinsel.” 5. “the limit was $20, people. why do I see an iPhone?” 6. “i know who got me this. there’s only one person who knows me this well. it’s you.” 7. “this is really corny... but you’re already a gift to me.” 8. “have i been naughty this year?” 9. “oh, i’d ride in your sleigh.” 10. “your eyes twinkle like tree lights.” 11. “great, now my flight is delayed…” 12. “how am i supposed to get home in this weather?” 13. "do these dreidel cake pops look pinterest-y enough?” 14. “it’s not a ‘made-up’ holiday. all holidays are made up.”

from here - new year’s starters

1. “will you kiss me at midnight?” 2. “here's hoping the new year is better than the last.” 3. “this is the perfect way to ring in the new year.” 4. “i don't feel well...” 5. “did you just kiss me?” 6. “the stars are prettier than the fireworks.” 7. “let's ring in the new year right.” 8. “are you drunk?” 9. “can we go home?” 10. “hold my hand.” 11. “i think i drank too much.” 12. “let's get a cab.” 13. “you look silly.”

from here - cold weather starters

1. “it’s hand holding season.” 2. “i got the biggest blanket for us to share.” 3. “your cheeks are so red; it’s so cute!”  4. “this scarf isn’t big enough for two people.” 5. “maybe if i kiss you, you’ll feel warmer.”  6. “hug me; i’m cold and love you.” 7. “are you cold? let’s cuddle, it’ll make you warmer.” 8. “what time is it? don’t answer, it’s christmas.” 9. “if it snows, wake me up.” 10. “christmas songs this early?” 11. “please stay warm; i don’t want you to get sick.” 12. “i refuse to let you go – i’m cold.” 13. “it’s icy outside – also, can you help me limp to the couch?” 14. “i don’t need mistletoe to kiss you.” 15. “i’m glad I get to spend this season with you.” 16. “are you shivering?” 17. “i ran you a bath since it’s freezing outside.” 18. “stay in bed with me, it’s warmer here.” 19. “i don’t understand how you love this kind of weather so much.” 20. “are you blushing or cold?” 21. “oh, darn, i seem to have forgotten my mittens – please warm my hands?” 22. “i don’t think cold weather is an excuse to drink ten times more coffee.” 23. “well, you can never have too much hot chocolate.” 24. “i’m gonna stay up and wait for it to snow.” 25. “being with you makes the season even better.” 26. “since it’s cold should i start calling you ‘snow angel’?” 27. “are you going to share this coat with me all night?”

[lady-tortilla-chip]

30 Question tag game! Answer 30 questions and tag 20 people you’d like to get to know better!

I was tagged by @wspaceblog!

1. Name: A nickname of mine is Kodi!

2. Gender: I’m a lady!

3. Star Sign: Virgo!

4. Height: ....I’m 4’8 😔

5. Birthday August 27th!

6. Favorite Bands: Bruh, I’m huge on Evanescence. Like, I enjoy music from other bands but this one always whipped out 100% good shit. Though I enjoy others such as Breaking Benjamin, Three Days Grace, Mumford And Sons (also 100% good shit), Of Monsters And Men, Paramore, The Fray, Shinedown, Pvris, and uuuh thats all I can think of atm!

7. Favorite Solo Artists: Lights, Halsey, Lana Del Rey, P!nk, Aimer, Sia, Camila Cambello, and some YouTube cover artists!

8. Song Stuck In My Head: Broken with Au/ra.

9. Last Movie: .....ya uh...I just don’t know about this one, I don’t watch movies often. XD

10. Last Show: Demon Slayer! Been watching it with mah mom and that’s been awesome because she’s got the BEST reactions to everything. I also rewatched Aot so I could catch up and BOY my eruri shippin heart was destroyed. But I wouldn’t have forgiven Levi if he’d made a different choice sooooo. 😅 mixed feels about that.

11. When Did I Create This Blog: erm, April of 2019 I think...😬

12. What Do I Post: Too much. ATLA, BSD, And MCU get most of my attention but other things slide in every now and again. Also cats. Because cats rock.

13. Other Blogs: I have none! Everything I care to talk about or share goes here! Thus the chaos!

14. Do I Get Asks: Yes I do! Not regularly but occasionally someone asks me something! It’s nice when I get asked for my opinion on stuff actually cuz I always appreciate the excuse to talk about fandom!

15. Why I Chose This URL: ...it sounded funny in mah head and looked funny written. 🤷‍♀️

16. Following: 88! Pretty sure I interact with most of them too. Well. The active folks.

17. Followers: 958! 😱 Massive number, don’t know why y’all hang out here. 😅 

18. Average Hours Of Sleep: idk??? 5 hours??? Varies from night to night tbh.

19. Lucky Number: .........3(?)

20. What I’m Currently Wearing: Wine red t-shirt (but it’s for a lady therefore making it ridiculously form fitting) and deep blue lounge pants.

21. Dream Job: Writer! Serious writer who finishes the stuff she starts!

22. Dream Trip: tbh I’ve grown to not care so much about travel. I did when I was younger and had never been anywhere but idk I don’t really have the desire to travel as of right now. Maybe later down the road when I feel more secure where I am, I could imagine something like that. I know, that’s a lame answer. 😅

23. Favorite Food: HM I’ll say Coffee!

24. Nationality: American

25. Favorite Song: NO. This isn’t something I can answer. I like too many songs for all kinds of reasons to choose just one. Evil question. Me no likey.

26. Last Book I Read: I’m reading two poetry books, last one I picked up was Wild Embers by Nikita Gill!

27. Top Three Fictional Universes I’d Like To Live In: Forever and always wanted to somehow exist in the ATLA world. Otherwise? I have no interest in living in any other world. This one is fine. :)

I’m tagging whoever comes to mind first and that MAY amount to twenty but idk: @stargirl720, @voodoosgirl1, @athina39, @aucatgirl, @irresistible-revolution, @thinkingisadangerouspastime, @the-wholesome-ranpo, @soukokujustmakesmesohappy, @sapphire-rosa, @scrumptiousdefendorofaang, @lavenderboneswrites, @foxy-knowledgeseeker, @queenjanai ....aaaand anyone of my followers who wants to! 

[k-popscenxrios]

Didn’t Ask For This Pt 1 (Roommate!JK x OC)

A/N: Okay look. I can explain why I’m posting yet again another Jungkook series when I already have two... I just really love this man, okay? No one can stop me!

Summary: “I didn’t know you hated me so much,” he spoke as he grabbed my wrist and once again turned me around to face him, “and quite honestly, I don’t think I’ve done anything horrible enough for you to hate me to the degree that you do.” “You say that like the hate isn’t mutual,” I remarked as he shook his head. There was a bitter smile on his face as he took a deep breath, “I think you are quite honestly one of the worst human beings I’ve had to come in contact with.”

6k words | drama ✞ | fluff ♡ | (future) mature themes ✗

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | Finale

⇨ Masterlist ⇦

I ran around my apartment like a mad man as I continuously glanced at the clock. I was running out of time very quickly, and I was nowhere near done with everything that I needed done. I had to start choosing between tasks to get done, but I still was running behind.

My brother Taehyung was going to be home in an hour for summer break. Him and one of his college friends were coming back home to stay with me in my three bedroom apartment. I had originally turned down Taehyung’s proposal of staying in the same place for the summer, but I inevitably changed my mind after I realized just how much I missed him being around.

I still wasn’t thrilled about his friend coming to stay with us as well, but they were a package deal. I either agreed to both of them or neither.

“Oh shoot,” I mumbled to myself as I realized I forgot to run and buy food. Those two could just pay for take out or something…

Taehyung was finishing up his third year of college while I was finishing up my first. I had stayed home to go to a local college since tuition is so much more affordable here… That and my grades weren’t good enough to get me into Taehyung’s college.

I didn’t have the worst grades in the world, but I was nowhere near as smart as Taehyung. He was able to get a scholarship to his dream college, and then there’s me who barely got into a smaller college who’s not too picky about grades.

The hour I had left was very quickly over as I felt myself pass out on the couch. I had been cleaning and reorganizing for the last three days to be able to fit the two of them in my spare rooms. I had to go out and buy a bed for the third room so that his friend had a place to sleep, and Taehyung has still not paid me back for the expense.

I jumped up off the couch at the sound of the doorbell as my stomach jumped in excitement. It was finally time. I’d been looking forward to this for the past five months when we first started talking about doing this.

I swung the door open with a smile on my face as I saw Taehyung smiling back at me. I hadn’t seen him since Christmas break, and I was so unbelievably excited to see him again.

“Tae!” I threw my hands around his neck as I pulled him in for a hug. He smiled and laughed in my ear before wrapping one of his arms around me.

“Hey Ari,” he spoke into my hair that was in his face before I pulled away and backed away so that he could walk in. Once Taehyung pulled his bags and such through the door, I noticed the friend that Taehyung had brought. It didn’t take me more than a second for my eyes to widen as I spun around and glared at Taehyung.

He failed to mention that this “college friend” was his friend from high school, Jeon Jungkook. I never really talked with the guy because he always thought he was better than me just because he was older, but I will never forgive the jerk for what he did to one of my old high school friends.

It was our sophomore year and their senior year. I saw Jungkook all the time in the halls, and my friend Soomin would always gush over how “hot” he was. She smiled at him every time he passed us in the halls, but he pretended like he never saw us.

I just thought he was cold and uninterested, but he crossed a line one day during lunch when he practically announced that he and Soomin had sex a couple days prior. I don’t know what his problem was or why he felt the need to shout that to the heavens, but after he did, everyone called her the class slut. That name followed her until we graduated, and she never had a boyfriend for the rest of our high school career because of the rumors people mercilessly spread about her.

Some of the rumors were dumb like that she was pregnant with his kid, but most of them were insanely hurtful to her. People insisted that Jungkook would drive down just to screw her since he “knew she was easy.”

When he was still attending the school, he didn’t do a thing to stop the rumors. He acted as if he never said anything about her at all. I never understood what truly happened between the two of them, but I never forgave him for ruining her high school career.

“Sorry for lying, Ari,” Taehyung scratched the back of his head, “I knew you wouldn’t agree if I told you the friend was Jungkook.”

I put a hand to my forehead as I felt the beginnings of a headache. “That was real low of you, Tae.”

“I can hear you guys,” Jungkook spoke as he walked through the door, “Besides, I don’t even know what the big deal is. Why do you hate me so much? Taehyung doesn’t even know.”

I looked over at the boy and raised my eyebrows. My headache slowly increased in pain as I looked at him. “Does the name Jung Soomin mean anything to you?”

“Oh!” Taehyung’s eyes widened as Jungkook also came to the realization, “I forgot that the two of you were friends. How is she?”

I glared at Taehyung and turned around to gather my thoughts. I was supposed to be having some fun with my brother whom I haven’t seen in forever, yet here I am, upset over him lying to me.

“I haven’t talked to her in a couple months,” I started before I spun around again and tried my best to not glare daggers into Jungkook, “But I will tell you that you ruined her life for the last years of high school. Everyone called her a slut and easy. They even would claim that you would hit her up all the time for a quick one.”

Jungkook looked down and scratched the back of his head in discomfort. I glanced at Taehyung as he just stood there with his mouth slightly ajar.

“Like what possessed you to do something so shallow? Did it even happen? She would never confirm or deny it when I’d ask.” I turned back to Jungkook as he leaned against his luggage by his side.

“Well yeah, it happened.” he didn’t really say anything more as I just looked at him expectantly. Was that all he could say? I asked him multiple questions, not just the one…

“And?” I leaned toward him as he just continued to look anywhere but at me. “Why’d you do it? What could she have possibly done to deserve that?”

Taehyung cleared his throat and scratched his head before trying to change the subject, “It’s been a while. I’m sure he doesn’t remember. Why don’t we go settle in before deciding on dinner?”

I glared at Taehyung as he rushed off and ran into the room that was going to be his room for the next few months. I looked at Jungkook who was trying to make a great escape as well, but I wasn’t about to let that happen. I stood in his way looking at him expectantly as he sighed and gave me a sorry look.

“RaeAri, look,” he sighed and repositioned the bag hanging off his shoulder, “I’m sorry I did a horrible thing to your friend back then. I honestly don’t remember what she did to make me angry enough to do that. I’ve forgotten a lot about high school.”

His words just made my blood boil as I tried my hardest to not shove him right back out the door, “You’re kidding, right? The event was so insignificant for you that you don’t remember anything? I can’t believe you!”

I let out a small laugh as my disbelief grew. This guy was the worst. “You ruined her! She had to spend the next two years of high school being bullied by anyone and everyone just because she slept with you once! If any other girl in the school had been the victim to your stupid stunt, they would have been praised for scoring someone so popular.”

“I don’t know what you want me to do about it now,” he snapped as I took a step closer to him. My anger intensified as I clenched my fist at my side.

“I want you to apologize to her.”

Jungkook’s eyebrows raised in surprise, but I wasn’t kidding. I was being completely serious.

“You want me to apologize to her?” he repeated as I nodded, “I’m not going to apologize for something that might have been justified. She was a crazy bitch to me after we had sex.”

“So you do remember why you humiliated her like you did!” I pointed an accusing finger at him as he held up his hands in surrender.

“No, I just remember that she was annoying. I don’t know what she said or did to make me so mad to do that to her, but I know she had to have deserved it.”

My jaw dropped at his words as he shoved past me with an annoyed expression. I couldn’t believe this guy! Who did he think he was?!

“What an asshole!” I yelled after him, but he ignored me, “Give me one reason on why I shouldn’t kick you out of my place right this second.”

I was infuriated. I may not really talk to Soomin anymore, but I remember what hell she went through like it was yesterday. Why did she have to get herself involved with this guy? I would never in a million years allow myself to get in bed with this guy.

She used to tell me that she thought it would be fun to be with him. She used to gush about him all the time and about how she wished she could go up and talk to him. She really liked this guy, and I hated him for it. He stole her heart and her dignity in one fell swoop.

“You kick me out and Taehyung goes with me,” he yelled in response as I rushed into the room that I had adapted to be his living space. I would tear it all down if I could afford to pay for new decorations and furniture.

“Why does he have to be friends with such an insufferable jerkwad?” I snapped at him as he just shook his head and began unpacking his clothes into the dresser I had paid for with my own money. “And I better be getting a nice $500 from you for the furniture. I can only afford so much balancing school and work like I do.”

“Yeah yeah, I’ll get it to you eventually.”

“I want it next week, no later,” I glared as he spun around and tilted his head to the side.

“Listen here, little miss holier than thou,” he took a few steps closer to me. I could tell I was getting him really worked up at this point. “I was going to try and be nice to you since we’re going to be living under the same roof, but let me tell you something.”

I felt myself back away slightly as he took a few steps too close to me. I started to feel my nerves increase when he was so close that I could almost feel his breath on my face.

“I go to a better school than you, I live in a better apartment than you, and my living and school costs way exceed yours. So just take you and your dumb ass on into your room and leave me the hell alone. I’ll get you the money when I get a summer job here.”

I took a deep breath as my blood was simmering. “Taehyung, you’re just gonna let him talk to me like this?!”

I turned to look across the hall into what was now Taehyung’s room as I saw he had slipped earbuds in. He didn’t hear any of that? I stormed into his room and ripped the ear buds out of his ears by the cord as he looked up at me in surprise.

“Your “best friend” just called your sister a dumbass and you’re just gonna sit there and let it happen?!” I slightly yelled in his face as he just looked at me completely dumbfounded.

“Ari, calm down,” he spoke calmly as I tried to listen to him, “Don’t let him rile you up. He says a lot of things he doesn’t mean when he’s angry.”

“So you’re just going to let it happen?” My eyebrows creased as he sighed and looked out his doorway into Jungkook’s room across the hall. Jungkook had disappeared to continue with his clothes as Taehyung just shook his head and rubbed his forehead.

“Kook, could you please not provoke my little sister like this? We’ll all drive each other mad.” he spoke as I smiled and crossed my arms across my chest. I felt very accomplished until Jungkook appeared in the doorway again.

“For the record, she provoked me. I wouldn’t have gotten made if she wasn’t all up in my face like she was,” I rolled my eyes, still feeling like I’d won, “Also, are you 9 or 19? Because you’re acting like a pathetic kid crying to their parents.”

Taehyung snickered at Jungkook’s words as I whipped around to glare at him. “That wasn’t funny.”

“It’s pretty spot on,” he laughed as he stood up to hug me, “I love you, Ari, but you’re being too much of a teenager right now.

I shoved him off of me and ran toward my room that was at the end of the hall. I slammed my door closed as I felt my face heat up. I knew deep down that I was throwing a tantrum like a grade schooler, but I couldn’t really care less. I just needed to get out of the company of this insufferable guy. I just can’t believe he’s living with me for the coming months…

::

I stayed walled up in my room all through dinner and into the night, but as morning rolled around, I was forced out of my room. I was so incredibly hungry due to skipping a meal, but I just didn’t want to deal with Jungkook again for the rest of the night.

I walked out of my room and into the kitchen, and I was immediately met with the smell of the best coffee ever. Taehyung works as a barista during the school months, and I love his coffee. He makes some of the best coffee in the world.

“Can I have some?” I asked, grabbing the coffee pot and walking into the living room where Taehyung sat. He looked up at me from his phone and nodded before looking back down.

I turned around and walked back into the kitchen, pouring me some of the coffee. Just from the smell I could tell that it was going to be amazing.

I walked into the living room and sat next to Taehyung on the couch. I took a sip of the coffee and smiled at the warm sensation rushing down my throat. Taehyung glanced at me from the corner of his eye before sighing and locking his phone.

“Do you only have one bathroom?”

I nodded as I felt a grimace rest on my face, “That’s gonna be a problem.” I hadn’t really thought about it before since I’m only one person. I haven’t had any reason to have two bathrooms.

“Yeah…” he nodded, “Kook’s in the shower right now just to warn you. I wouldn’t want some comical scene happen between the two of you where you run into him after a shower, or worse, walk in on him while he’s getting out of the shower.”

I smacked Taehyung as he just smiled and laughed. “Thanks for the heads up. I can assure you I will be trying my hardest to not let anything like that happen.”

“I’ll make sure he does, too,” he spoke as a glare started to form on his face, “I would kill that bastard if he walked in on you.”

“Good,” I smiled as I leaned my head on his shoulder, “I missed you, Tae… a lot.”

He placed a soft kiss on my head as I closed my eyes, “I’ve missed you, too, Ari. I’m sorry I lied to you about Jungkook. He’s really not a bad guy, he’s just hard to get to know.”

“I don’t plan on getting to know him, just so you know,” I assured as I moved my head off Taehyung shoulder, “I’d much rather spend some time with you. It’s been a while since we’ve really hung out.”

“True,” he nodded before placing his mug on the coffee table in front of us, “We should go do something fun today, my treat.”

My eyebrows creased as I started realizing that I couldn’t do anything with him today.

“I’ve been off of work the past couple days to help get ready for you and Jungkook to get here, so I actually have to work a long shift today.”

“Oh,” Taehyung frowned as I started to feel guilty, “I mean we could always do something another time, I suppose.”

“How about tomorrow? I work early so we could go for dinner or something after I get off,” I offered as Taehyung smiled and nodded. “You could spend today looking for a fun part time job to have for this summer.”

Taehyung rolled his eyes, but he knew it had to be done. These guys did still have a college tuition that they have to pay off eventually. They need all the money they can get.

“Jungkook and I actually both have some job interviews for tomorrow. Not at the same place, but we’re pretty excited.” Taehyung informed as I raised my eyebrows.

“That was fast,” I tilted my head to the side, “did you guys apply before coming home?”

Taehyung nodded and stretched his arms above his head before standing up from the couch. I stood up with him as he continued talking, “Yeah, we figured it would be best to apply a few days in advance. It obviously was a smart move.”

I smiled and nodded, “Where’s your interview?”

Taehyung walked into the kitchen as I followed him and watched him place his mug in the sink. “It’s at the local coffee shop actually. It made the most sense because of what my job is during school.”

“Makes sense,” I smiled and nodded, “You should get me some free coffee if you get the job.”

“Maybe not free but I could discount you,” he winked as I laughed and nodded.

“I’ll take what I can get!”

We stopped our conversation short as I heard the door of the bathroom open up. I felt dread build up in my stomach as Jungkook came into view wearing a white tee and baggy sweatpants. His black hair was falling into his eyes because of how long it became when wet. He moved the hair out of his eyes before looking at me with a questionable expression.

“What?”

I felt my face drain of color as I realized I had been staring at him. What was wrong with me? I was trying to forget that this guy was even here, but my eyes were looking at him as if he were a TV with my favorite show on it.

“Nothing,” I shrugged it off as he scoffed and brushed past me. He opened the fridge and frowned at the lack of contents inside.

“You don’t have anything worth eating in here. How do you survive?”

I slightly glared his way as I moved him away from the fridge and looked inside. I didn’t have much in it, but there was stuff to eat. He’s just too picky…

“If you feel that way, go buy what you want as long as it fits in the fridge,” I shrugged him off as I moved away from the fridge. He sighed and shook his head before looking back into the fridge for something he deemed edible. It was all good food, it was just all healthy choices.

“Maybe I’ll do that and be sure to throw the rest of this garbage away.”

“Yeah, whatever,” I brushed him off as I walked into the bathroom, “I’m going to get ready for work. Don’t bother me please.”

I closed the bathroom door behind me and turned to look at myself in the mirror, horrified to see my cheeks were as red as a beet.

::

It had been just a couple days since Jungkook and Taehyung had moved in and nothing special had really happened besides some bickering between Jungkook and I. I was currently at work waiting for my shift to run out so that Taehyung and I could go out and eat like he promised.

I was walking around my workplace, the local movie theater, trying to keep the hallways clean. I was working with the worst of the three managers today so I had to make sure everything was as clean as it could be.

“Hey RaeAri,” I heard my coworker, Yoongi, call out to me. I looked his way as he held up the schedule that we were supposed to follow for cleaning the theaters, “We only have three more to go until we have an hour and a half long break.”

I nodded and smiled, “sounds awesome to me. Let’s knock them out, shall we?”

I was one of the fastest and most efficient cleaners out of all the employees, and then Yoongi was one of the slowest and terrible when it came to cleaning. He spent more time complaining about the garbage music that the theaters play while we clean them than he did actually doing his job.

“I could write better music than this in my sleep.” he spoke for the 100th time today. I was used to his comments after having cleaned with him on countless shifts, and I’ve learned to tune him out pretty easily.

“The faster you clean the less music we hear from these theaters,” I commented as he smiled and looked up at me. I was cleaning from top to bottom and him vise versa.

“Touche.”

We quickly finished cleaning up the popcorn messes that people left behind, and as I walked down the hallway, I was met with the face of the devil manager as I jumped in surprise.

“Kim RaeAri,” she spoke while looking down at the clipboard she’d been making notes on. She makes notes of almost everything we do whether it be good or bad. One time I caught her writing down when all of us went to the bathroom. She kept a log of when we went in and when we came out, even if we were just in there to clean the stupid rooms.

“Yes ma’am?” I asked as she looked up from her clipboard.

“We have two new hires who are starting tomorrow on cleaning. I want you to train the both of them, so I’m switching your shift with Yoo Jaemi’s.” she informed as I just nodded. I actually didn’t mind training new employees, I just got nervous over if they would be any good or not. If they’re terrible it makes my job harder for the evening.

“Okay,” I nodded and the manager turned around to run off and bug someone else.

“Good luck,” Yoongi mumbled as I poked him with the stick end of the broom in my hand.

“Hey, I trained you. I’ll be fine,” I sent him a smug smile as he just smiled along with me.

“True,” he pulled out the schedule and looked at the number of our next theater, “Off to theater 10, then.”

::

Taehyung and I actually had a nice, stress free time together at dinner, and I could only assume it was because the devil himself wasn’t present. He not only wasn’t invited, but he also had some business to attend to. Even after we came home from dinner, Jungkook still was gone. It was like Christmas morning!

“Did you want to do anything? We could play Wii Sports like the old days,” Taehyung smiled as I felt my excitement growing. I love my big brother to death, and having him home made me nostalgia sick for the days when we were kids. We used to play Wii Sports every day after school. I was always the bowling pro while Taehyung was the tennis pro.

I excitedly booted up the old Wii that I had previously had in a box until a week ago when I was getting things ready for Taehyung to be here. I already had the game inside the console and good batteries were already in the Wii Remotes.

“I’ve been practicing tennis so get ready for your butt to be kicked,” I smirked at the TV as Taehyung just laughed and looked my way.

“You’re on.”

The game didn’t last more than five minutes as he killed my score. He blew me out of the water!

“Your practicing was for nothing my sweet sister,” he grinned at me with his cheesy smile as I just laughed and smacked him with my Wiimote.

“Let’s bowl, then,” I narrowed my eyes at him with a slightly evil smile, “You’ve never managed to beat me. Think you can change that?”

“Sure do,” he narrowed his eyes at me as I nodded and started the game.

Strike after Strike, Spare after Spare… Taehyung didn’t have a chance against me. I was too good at the Wii Sports version of bowling.

“Okay whatever,” he smiled and took the Wiimote safety strap off his wrist, “I’d like to see you beat Jungkook at this. He’s a god at bowling in real life, so I wonder if he’d blow your score out.”

“I doubt it,” I smugly replied, “but we’re not going to figure out because I don’t want to be in the same room as him for that long.”

Taehyung laughed and started to shut the Wii off, “The game only lasts like five minutes. You spent that much time in the same room with him just this morning when you two were glaring at your phones to pretend like you didn’t notice the other was there.”

“And I felt miserable the whole time. Why are you even friends with this guy?” I got up off the couch and walked into the kitchen to get a water bottle. The second I opened the fridge, I was overwhelmed with the amount of food that was packed in the small thing.

“What the…” I mumbled as Taehyung walked into the kitchen with a knowing smile on his face.

It was just filled with junk food and sports drinks.

“Jungkook went a little overboard. We almost couldn’t fit everything in the fridge.”

“Good God,” I rubbed my hand on my forehead, “This is ridiculous. And what is with his food choices? He’s that skinny yet all he eats is this?”

“Yep,” Taehyung nodded and smiled, “Does it bother you?”

I looked at him for a couple of seconds as I felt my eyes narrow. His smile was becoming more and more smug by the second.

“...No,” I mumbled, but Taehyung saw through it, “It’s completely fine and not totally weird and annoying like he is.”

Taehyung just chuckled and nodded, “Noted. I guess I’ll let him shop like this every time, then.”

“Uh huh,” I shoved past him as he just continued to laugh at me, “Lighten up, sis. He’s really not that bad of a guy, okay?”

“I’ll believe it when I see it,” I retorted as Taehyung followed me back into the living room. Jungkook had impeccable timing as I heard his key unlocking the front door. He pushed the door open as Taehyung and I looked his way. I sat down on the couch and turned the TV to the Netflix app I had downloaded to it.

“Hey Kook,” Taehyung greeted him, but I pretended like I didn’t notice he walked in.

“Hey,” Jungkook responded as he walked back into his room. Taehyung followed him into the back of the apartment as I heard them softly talking to one another.

“Tae, where does your sister work again?” Jungkook asked as my eyebrows raised. I would kill him if he was planning on pulling something while I was on the job. Knowing him, he’d spill his popcorn all over the lobby while looking at me the whole time. He’d probably give me an evil smile before glancing down at the dustpan in my hands, knowing very well that I was about to be the person to clean up his stupid spill.

“She works at the theater,” Taehyung responded as I heard the two of them making their way into the kitchen.

“Huh,” Jungkook let out a small laugh as I heard the fridge close. “Interesting.”

The two of them headed back into the living room as I pretended like I was looking at titles on Netflix and not eavesdropping on their conversation. Jungkook studied me as he took a swig of the sports drink he had a million of in the fridge.

“Do you guys wanna have a movie night?” Taehyung smiled as I gave him a look of disbelief, “We could choose some really terrible movie and make fun of it all night.”

I felt my glare at Taehyung intensify. He knew that I loved watching terrible movies like that and making fun of them the whole time… Maybe Jungkook won’t be interested in the movie and go lay in his room all alone-

“Sounds fun,” Jungkook smiled and plopped down on the smaller couch of the two, “I used to do this with my ex-girlfriend. Remember Jinae?”

“Oh yeah,” Taehyung nodded as he found a seat next to me, “What happened with her, anyway? I just remember that she was over all the time and then suddenly she wasn’t.”

“She was too much for me. Too high maintenance,” I felt my blood boil at the way he was describing this poor girl. “While we did watch horrible movies and make fun of them, she only did it because I liked doing it. It turned out that this girl just pretended that she liked everything that I did just so that I would like her.”

I sealed my mouth shut after Jungkook finished his story. Okay, maybe he was in the right this once.

“Ouch, man. She seemed nicer than that,” Taehyung frowned as he rudely grabbed the remote out of my hand.

“Hey!” I protested his thievery as he just turned his back to face me and kept the remote out of my reach.

“You were too busy staring at Jungkook to pick a movie so I’ll be the one to pick.”

“Sorry?” I tilted my head to the side in disbelief. “I was listening to him just like you were.”

“If that were true, I would be gay,” Taehyung looked at me from the corner of his eyes as I tackled him in annoyance.

“Since when does looking at someone mean that you like them?” I spat as Taehyung just laughed and wiggled me off of him. He turned to me and ruffled my hair causing it to fall in front of my eyes and obstruct my vision. I just groaned and fixed it again.

“I was just teasing you, Ari,” he knocked me with his shoulder but my glare did not falter.

“Well it wasn’t funny,” I crossed my arms across my chest before leaning against the right arm of the couch.

“I disagree,” Jungkook spoke through a smile as I glared at him, “It was pretty priceless. You must hate me really badly, Ari.”

“Don’t call me that,” I snapped as he just smirked and looked over at the TV. He leaned back and put his hands behind his head.

“I’ll call you what I want to,” he mumbled as I just groaned and gave Taehyung a look of frustration. He just shrugged and looked at the TV to scroll through the endless movies and TV shows.

He finally decided on some “romantic comedy” as I heard Jungkook groan. I found myself quite happy with the choice, and hearing Jungkook’s unhappy noises made me love it even more.

“Really Tae?” he looked over to Taehyung as Taehyung just smiled and laughed.

“I’ve heard this is a trainwreck of a movie. Get ready,” his voice was all serious as if we were about to dive into deep waters. Could this movie really be that bad?

…

“Oh my God are you kidding me?” I found myself saying out loud as I groaned in annoyance.

“I see some glaring plot holes,” Jungkook noted as I nodded in agreement.

“I mean this movie has no direction and it just keeps getting worse and worse,” I groaned and ran my fingers through my hair. This was one of the worst things ever. Not just one of the worst movies, it was one of the worst things in the entire existence of the word.

“Was this written by a middle schooler?” Jungkook spoke in between handfuls of popcorn as I smiled.

“I bet you this was. There’s no other explanation,” I shook my head and hugged the pillow I was holding to me, “I could have written a much better story than this even in middle school.”

“It wouldn’t take much to beat this, Ari,” Jungkook mentioned as I nodded in agreement.

“True…”

Taehyung didn’t say a word almost the whole movie as I felt myself grow concerned and curious. I leaned forward to look at him only to realize that he had fallen asleep laying on the armrest of the couch. I smiled at how young he looked sleeping like that. His face was all squashed up against the couch as I felt myself tempted to pull out my phone and take a picture of him for blackmail reasons.

I was torn away from thinking about Taehyung as Jungkook shuffled on the little couch he was trying his best to lay on. It was hilarious watching him try to fit on the couch with his knees bent so much that he looked like he had to almost fold in half to get any sense of comfort. I felt accomplished at the fact that he was having a hard time simply just laying down, but I was snapped out of it when a loud music track started playing on the TV.

“These song choices are horrid,” Jungkook whined as he rubbed his temples on his forehead, “I want to arrest whoever thought this was a good soundtrack.”

“Agreed,” I spoke, feeling something weird stirring in me. I just agreed with Jungkook? What was wrong with me?

One excruciatingly long and pointless movie out of the way, Jungkook stood up to flip the lights on. It was pretty late in the evening and I had work in the morning.

“I need to head to bed,” I spoke as Jungkook just shrugged me off. I don’t know why I felt like I needed to tell him that, but there was no use in reflecting on the fact that I did.

“Goodnight,” he nodded to me as he watched me walk down the hallway. “Have fun at work.”

I turned around and gave him a weird look at his strange words. ‘Have fun at work’?

“...Okay…?” I responded as he just smiled and looked away from me. That was very odd. Was he actually going to show up tomorrow and make my shift miserable? I guess only time could tell for sure…

::

A/N: You’ll never guess what movie they were watching... :x Thank you for reading~!

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[thecissamalfoy]

1. Let’s start with a tricky one; what is the real reason you are confused right now? 2. Do you ever get “good morning” owls from anyone? 3. If your significant other smoked pot, would you care? 4. Do you find it easy to trust others? 5. What were you doing at 11PM last night? 6. You’re drunk and lost walking down the road; who is with you? 7. What would you do if you found out you had been cheated on? 8. Are you close with your dad? 9. I bet you kissed someone last night, right? 10. What are you listening to? 11. You can only drink ONE liquid for the rest of your life - what is it? 12. Do you like hickeys? 13. What time do you go to bed? 14. Is there someone who continuously lets you down? 15. Do you always answer your owls? 16. Do you hate the person you fell the hardest for? 17. When was the last time you talked to one of your best friends? 18. Is there someone that makes you happy every time you see them? 19. What was your last thought before you went to bed last night? 20. Do you believe what goes around comes around? 21. Were you happier four months ago than you are now? 22. Is there someone you wish you could fix things with? 23. In the past week, have you cried? 24. What colour is the shirt you are wearing? 25. Do people ever call you by your last name? 26. Is anyone ignoring you right now? 27. Do you have a best friend? 28. Would it be hard seeing someone else kiss the last person you kissed? 29. Are you mad at anyone? 30. Have you ever kissed someone older than you? 31. How old will the last person you kissed be on his/her next birthday? 32. How many more days until your birthday? 33. Do you have any summer plans yet? 34. Do you have any good friends of the opposite sex? 35. Are you keeping anything from your best friend(s) now? 36. Do you have a secret that you’ve never told anyone? 37. Have you ever regretted kissing someone? 38. Do you think age matters in relationships? 39. Are you available? 40. How many people have you had real, strong feelings for since high school ended? 41. If you had to get a piercing (not ears), what would you get? 42. Do you believe exes can be friends? 43. Do you regret anything? 44. Honestly, what’s on your mind right now? 45. Did you ever lose a best friend? 46. Was your last kiss a mistake? 47. Why aren’t you pursuing the person you like? 48. Has the last person you kissed ever seen you cry? 49. Do you still talk with the person you LAST kissed? 50. What was the last thing you ate? 51. Did you get any compliments today? 52. Where are you going on your next vacation? 53. Do you own anything from other countries? 54. Are most of your friend guys or girls? 55. Where have you lived most of your life? 56. When was the last time you took a long drive? 57. Have you ever played Spin the Bottle? 58. What was the last movie you saw? 59. What’s preventing your current boyfriend/girlfriend from going back to their ex? 60. Is the last person you kissed younger than you? 61. Do you curse around your parents? 62. Are you happy with where you live? 63. Are you a monogamous person or do you believe in open-ended relationships? 64. Have you ever been dumped? 65. What do you most like about making out? 66. Have you ever casually made out with someone who you weren’t seriously involved with? 67. When you kiss someone for the first time, is it usually you who initiates it or the other? 68. What part of a person’s body do you find most attractive? 69. Who was the last person you talked to last night before you went to bed? 70. Had sex with someone you knew less than an hour? 71. Had sex with someone you didn’t know their name? 72. What makes your heart flutter and brings a big cheesy smile to your face? 73. Would you get involved with someone if they had a child already? 74. Has someone who had a crush on you ever confessed to you? 75. Do you tell a lot of people when you have a crush? 76. Do you miss your last sweetie? 77. Last time you slow danced with someone? 78. Have you ever ‘dated’ someone you’ve never met? 79. How can I win your heart? 80. What is your astrological sign? 81. What were you doing last night at 12 AM? 82. Do you cook? 83. Have you ever gotten back in touch with an old flame after a time of more than 3 months of no communication? 84. If you’re single right now, do you wish you were in a relationship? 85. Do you prefer to date various people or do you pretty much fall into monogamous relationships quickly? 86. What physical traits do you look for in a potential interest? 87. Name four things that you wish you had! 88. Are you a player? 89. Have you ever kissed 2 people in one day? 90. Are you a tease? 91. Have you ever been deeply in love with someone? 92. Hugs or Kisses? 93. Are you too shy to ask someone out? 94. The first thing you notice about the opposite sex? 95. Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you babe? 96. If a sexy person was pursuing you, but you knew he/she was in relationship, would you go for it? 97. Do you flirt a lot? 98. Your last kiss? 99. Have you kissed anyone in the past month? 100. If you could kiss anyone who would it be? 101. Do you know who you’ll kiss next? 102. Does someone like you currently? 103. Do you currently have feelings for anyone? 104. Do you like to be in serious relationships or just flings? 105. Ever made out with just a friend? 106. Are you happier single or in a relationship? 107. Do you ever doubt the existence of others than you? 108. On a scale of 1-5, how afraid of the dark are you? 109. The person you would never want to meet? 110. What is your favorite word? 111. If you were a type of tree, what would you be? 112. When you looked in the mirror this morning what was the first thing you thought? 113. What shirt are you wearing? 114. What do you label yourself as? 115. Bright room or dark room? 116. Favorite age you’ve been so far? 117. Who told you they loved you last? 118. Your worst enemy? 119. What is your current desktop picture? 120. Do you like someone? 121. The last song you listened to? 122. You can press a button that will make any one person explode. Who would you blow up? 123. Who would you really like to just punch in the face? 124. If anyone could be your slave for a day, who would it be and what would they have to do? 125. What is your best physical attribute? (showing said attribute is optional) 126. If you were the opposite sex for one day, what would you look like and what would you do? 127. Do you have a secret talent? If yes, what is it? 128. What is one unique thing you’re afraid of? 129. You can only have one kind of sandwich. Every sandwich ingredient known to humankind is at your disposal. 130. You just found $100! How are you going to spend it? 131. You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere in the world, but you have to leave immediately. Where are you going to go? 132. An angel appears out of Heaven and offers you a lifetime supply of the alcoholic beverage of your choice. “Be brand-specific” it says. Man! What are you gonna say about that? Even if you don’t drink booze there’s something you can figure out… so what’s it gonna be? 133. You discover a beautiful island upon which you may build your own society. You make the rules. What is the first rule you put into place? 134.What is your favorite expletive? 135. Your house is on fire, holy shit! You have just enough time to run in there and grab ONE inanimate object. Don’t worry, your loved ones and pets have already made it out safely. So what’s the one thing you’re going to save from that blazing inferno? 136. You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be? 137. You got kicked out of the country for being a time-traveling heathen who sleeps with celebrities and has super-powers. But check out this cool shit… you can move to anywhere else in the world! 138. The Celestial Gates Of Beyond have opened, much to your surprise because you didn’t think such a thing existed. Death appears. As it turns out, Death is actually a pretty cool entity, and happens to be in a fantastic mood. Death offers to return the friend/family-member/person/etc. of your choice to the living world. Who will you bring back? 139. What was your last dream about? 140. Are you a good….[insert anything you’d like here]? 141. Have you ever been admitted to the hospital? 142. Have you ever built a snowman? 143. What is the color of your socks? 144. What type of music do you like? 145. Do you prefer sunrises or sunsets? 146. What is your favorite milkshake flavor? 147. What quidditch team do you support? 148. Do you have any scars? 149. What do you want to be when you graduate? 150. If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be? 151. Are you reliable? 152. If you could ask your future self one question, what would it be? 153. Do you hold grudges? 154. If you could breed two animals together to defy the laws of nature, what new animal would you create? 155. What is the most unusual conversation you’ve ever had? 156. Are you a good liar? 157. How long could you go without talking? 158. What has been you worst haircut/style? 159. Have you ever baked your own cake? 160. Can you do any accents other than your own? 161. What do you like on your toast? 162. What is the last thing you drew a picture of? 163. What would be you dream car? 164. Do you sing in the shower? Or do anything unusual in the shower? Explain. 165. Do you believe in aliens? 166. Do you often read your horoscope? 167. What is your favorite letter of the alphabet? 168. Which is cooler: dinosaurs or dragons? 169. What do you think about babies? 170: Your own question that you want me to answer. Just write it.

[crazy-little-cool-cat]

Hand in Glove - Chapter 25 | Ben Hardy x OFC

A/N: I am determined to get as many chapters out as I can before it’s time to get back to the daily grind of work, so I’m both sorry and not sorry at all for all these updates because after today, they’ll be weekly, at best. 

Warnings: I don’t think there are any, actually. 

Word Count: who even cares anymore. 

Chapter 1, Chapter 2,  Chapter 3,  Chapter 4,  Chapter 5,  Chapter 6,  Chapter 7,  Chapter 8,  Chapter 9,  Chapter 10,  Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14 , Chapter 15 , Chapter 16 , Chapter 17 , Chapter 18 , Chapter 19 , Chapter 20 , Chapter 21 , Chapter 22 , Chapter 23 , Chapter 24

“I look like a gargoyle.”

Annie huffed at her reflection in the mirror in her trailer as the wardrobe ladies put finishing touches on her costume. For some reason, someone thought that making her wear an all grey silk and taffeta dress would be a splendid idea, but Annie just found it bland.

“You look lovely, Banana.” Clara rolled her eyes as she helped the wardrobe girls by holding Annie’s hair up and out of the way.

“This is not what Anne would’ve wanted.”

“Fortunately, she’s been dead for, what, 500 years?” one of the wardrobe girls said. “She has no say in this.”

Annie sighed and smoothed down the front of her dress. Ben had been gone for just over a week. Rory had started daycare, now that the guys were away and couldn’t babysit. Frankie was acting out like a petulant child. They were all missing Ben.

“How many extensions have they added?” Clara asked, lifting Annie’s hair up and down in her hands to weigh it. “Jesus.”

“It’s like wearing an octopus on my bloody head.” Annie commented. “That’s some heavy stuff.”

“You’re just moaning and bitching because you miss Ben and you’re PMSing.”

“How do you even…?”

“My sweet, deliciously ripe Banana.” Clara carefully put Annie’s hair down and let it cascade onto her back. “I know everything.”

###

Ben sat in his home-away-from-home, pushing his food around his plate with his fork. Bracing his elbow on the table, he idly scrolled through Instagram at 2AM. If he thought leaving Annie, Rory and Frankie the first time was hard - leaving after his visit nearly broke him to pieces. He was in a foul mood ever since the plane landed back in Phoenix.

As if that wasn’t enough, the pictures Joe and Gwilym posted on their accounts from the press tour with the cardboard cutout didn’t help make him feel any better. They were having a blast while he was stuck, alone.  

He dropped his fork and bit his bottom lip, opening his WhatsApp chat with Annie. A small smile tugging at his lips because she was online.

‘I miss you.’

The response he got almost made him choke. Annie sent a picture from set. She crouched down with a menacing look, her hands spread to her sides like wings, on what looked like a stool. She looked like an Eagle about to take flight, wearing a beautiful, Renaissance-styled grey dress that somehow made her turquoise eyes look even brighter than they already were.

‘I look like a gargoyle.’

‘You’re the most beautiful gargoyle, then. And regardless, I miss you.’

‘Can’t sleep?’

‘Just having a late dinner. Got home not too long ago.’

‘Home, huh?’

‘You know what I meant. Smartass.’

‘I had the strangest dream last night.’

‘Yes…?’

‘Yup. I’ll tell you about it when we FaceTime. Off to film a scene now. Text you later. Love you.’

###

When Ben woke up after his alarm went off, he groggily took in his surroundings. No matter how much time passes, it seemed like he’ll never get used to being away. His heart dropped every time. No patter of Frankie’s clumsy running, no cooing and babbling from Rory. No Annie in his bed. He rubbed his eyes with a sigh.

Looking at the time, he quickly did the math. 5AM, his time; which meant 1PM, London time. Although he only got just under two and a half hours of sleep, he smiled as he pulled up his contacts and hit the little video camera icon next to Annie’s name. When Annie didn’t answer, he thought nothing of it. She was either at lunch or filming - preoccupied with something or another.

‘Call me back when you can, love.’ He texted Annie and rolled out of bed to start his day.

He brushed his teeth and did his usual morning ritual - alone. Then he had breakfast - alone. Slipping in his joggers and runners, he yawned. Earbuds in, he strapped his phone to his bare arm and stepped outside to the cool Arizona morning. The sun was just dawning, painting the sky a beautiful crimson. After a quick stretch, he hit ‘play’ and started his morning jog.

###

“Right, got it!” Mike chuckled and passed the phone over to Annie and Clara. “This is one for the Pantheon.”

It was lunch break, and Mike, Annie and Clara went off to have some Italian food. As soon as Clara’s spaghetti and meatballs dish was placed in front of her, she knew what needed to be done. The picture was perfect. Annie and Clara sharing a string of spaghetti, Lady And The Tramp style, lips puckered and eyes closed, faces a safe distance away.

“I need a caption!” Clara snapped her fingers. “Quick!”

“A lady and a tramp?” Mike suggested. Clara and Annie looked at each other briefly before snorting and giggling.

“Perfection!” Clara furiously typed the caption and went about choosing a filter. “See? This is why we like you.”

“Because I take good pictures?”

“Because you play along with our nonsense.” Annie winked and wolfed down a mouthful of lasagna.

“It’s what royal siblings are for.”

“The fans will have a feast over this one.” Annie mused.

“So will Ben, apparently.” Mike muttered and dodged an arm punch from Annie.

Their chatter was cut off by Annie’s phone ringing.

“Hm, strange. That’s Rory’s daycare. Sorry.” She mused before answering and getting up from the table. She came back minutes later, her face pale. “I need to go pick Rory up.”

“What, now?” Clara frowned.

“As soon as possible.” Annie sat down. “Rory’s running a fever.”

“Uh oh.”

###

“Annabelle, we can’t just stop everything because your daughter is sick.” The producer and director said coolly. “Find some other arrangement for her. You’re not going anywhere until you’re done for today.”

“There is no other arrangement.” Annie said with a clenched jaw. “Her dad’s in the United States. His parents are in bloody Dorset.”

“We’re very sorry, then.” The director squared his shoulders. “Call the daycare and have them take care of her until you, or someone else, can come pick her up. Now go change back into your costume and get over yourself.”

“Are you bloody serious?!”

“Yes.”

Annie looked like a raging bull. Her face red with anger, her nostrils flaring.

“I’ll pick her up.” Jamie said. “Just finished filming a scene, don’t think I have one scheduled for about an hour or two. I’ll pick her up and bring her here.”

“Jamie -”

“It’s the best arrangement we can come up with, right?” He placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll change, go get her, bring her over.”

“You don’t have a car seat.” Annie slumped.

“I’ll take your car, then.”

“You really don’t have to do this.”

“Keys.”

“Jamie, seriously.”

Jamie held his open palm out. Annie reached into the back pocket of her jeans and dropped the keys into his waiting hand.

“I owe you.”

“Yeah, no shit.”

###

Hours have passed without a single word from Annie. Not a text, not a picture, not a call. On the one hand, he knew how hectic every day was for her. She was alone, juggling work, parenting and dog-parenting. Her social life was limited to her work friends, if anything. With no one to help her now that the rest of their mutual group of friends is gone, and his parents living too far out of the way, he knew this silence would happen sometimes.

The problem was, knowing didn’t make him feel any better about it. He’d already sent her three texts and kept checking his phone to see if she replied. One in the morning, after he tried calling her; one over his lunch break; and the last one just as he finished working for the day. When his phone finally rang, he couldn’t pick up fast enough.

“Finally!”

“I’m so sorry.” Annie’s frazzled voice came through. “You won’t believe the day I’ve had.”

“Is everything alright?” Ben looked at the time and frowned. “Did something happen at work?”

“She’s got a fever.” Annie plopped down on the bed. “Finally got her to sleep.”

“A fever?” Ben’s confusion was audible. “Who?”

“Rory, your daughter. Remember her?” Annie snarked. “Got called in to pick her up from daycare in the middle of lunch.”

“Is she alright?”

“Yes. I guess. I don’t know. I gave her some baby Tylenol. Her skin seems to be breaking out in hives.” Annie yawned. “Stupid people at work wouldn’t let me go get her.”

“Wait, what?”

“Yeah. Jamie offered to pick her up for me and bring her to set.” Annie rubbed her eyes. “Ben, I am so tired.”

“You could have called me, I would have…”

“What? What would you have done, Ben?” Annie rolled her eyes, knowing what she had said was a low blow but she couldn’t stop the words from tumbling out. “FaceTimed her back to health?”

###

Ben tossed and turned. His baby was sick and he was nowhere near her and the guilt eating at him was unrelenting. Annie was in the same predicament - sleepless, freaking out and so very angry at being alone. This is the first time Rory got seriously ill Ben was nowhere near her. Near them.

Ben kept staring at his phone, willing it to ring but not doing so himself in case Annie was sleeping. What she said when they last spoke was like a kick to the balls. It was mean, it was rude - and it was very, very true. What could he have done from so far away? A dinging noise and his screen lighting up broke his train of thought.  

‘We’re going to see Dr. Uhllman in a bit.’ A camera icon appeared at the end of the notification text.

Ben clicked on the notification and felt his heart shatter. Annie had sent a picture of Rory, sitting on her changing table with the deepest frown on her face, eyes red and cheeks shiny from fresh tears. Her face was covered in little red bumps, making him wonder if “fever-rash” might be a thing babies get and he made a mental note to look it up on Google later on. As heart-wrenching as seeing his baby so sad was, he couldn’t help but melt at how cute she looked, still.

‘Is it weird that I find the face she’s making stupidly adorable?’

‘Not really. I sent the pic to your mum and she called me back howling with laughter.’

‘Thank God.’

‘Go to sleep, Ben.’

‘No.’

‘Staying up all night isn’t going to help her when you’re in Arizona.’

‘My brain won’t shut off. Too worried.’

‘We’ll call you after the doctor’s visit?’

‘Please.’ 

###

“Have you lost your bloody mind, Annabelle?”

Annie took a deep breath, exhaling sharply.

“You are not leaving Rory with Jamie’s fake fiancée!”

“Ben, there are no other options.” Annie said for the third time. “I can’t take the day off, Clara’s filming with me today -”

“Annie, she’s a stranger.”

“So were the daycare people!”

“They’re trained to handle toddlers and babies!”

“Ben…”

“No, don’t Ben me. If you do this, we’re going to have a problem.” Ben warned. “We don’t even know what her bloody name is, for fuck’s sake!”

Annie stepped back, as if she was physically pushed.

“Hello?!”

“I’m here. It’s Alison. Her name is Alison… or Madison, maybe?” Annie’s mind caught up with Ben’s threat and her voice turned ice cold. “We’re going to have a problem? You seem to think you have any say in this matter?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Ben, you are a fucking ocean away.” Annie stated. “You have no say about this. Whatsoever.”

“What did you just say?”

“Did I fucking stutter?”

“Annabelle, I’m her father. She’s my daughter, too!”

“Well, then, leave work and come take care of your daughter. Bloody tosser.” Annie barked at the phone and ended the call.

###

“So, make sure you wash your hands before and after you apply the Hydrocortisone cream and make sure she keeps her hands off it.” Annie instructed Madison, Jamie’s allegedly fake fiancée. “Make sure she doesn’t scratch at the pox, too. If she has a fever, give her baby Tylenol once every 6 hours or so. The dosage is written on the box. It’s strawberry flavoured but she still hates it.”

“Got it.”

“She’ll probably sleep most of the time, so you should be fine. If she does wake up and is in a good mood, you can put some music on for her and play with her. She also likes stories.”

“Annie, relax. I have nieces and nephews. I can handle this.”

“Right. Okay.” Annie kissed the top of Rory’s head one last time. “Call me if you need anything. Anything at all.”

“Will do.”

“And keep her away from Frankie’s dog food!”

“Not a problem.”

“Right. Well then.” Annie reluctantly passed Rory over to Madison’s waiting, tattooed arms. “Call me. Call me if there’s anything -”

“Say ‘bye bye, mum!’” Madison held one of Rory’s hands up to wave. “Have a good day at work!”

###

‘The least you could do is fucking text me.’

Annie scoffed at the message Ben had sent and tapped out of the app.

‘Leave me on read again and we’ll definitely have a problem.’

“Trouble in paradise?” Jamie tapped a cigarette out of the box, sitting on the stairs to Annie’s trailer. He extended the box, offering a smoke for Annie. She pondered for a few seconds and shook her head, sighing. “S’going on?”

“He’d livid because I left her with Madison.”

“Fuck this chap.” Jamie said around the cigarette in his mouth as he lit it. “What a resentful little cunt.”

“Do not call him that.”

“Madison is fucking great.”

“I’m sure she is.”

“What’s that?” Jamie looked up, squinting as the sun hit his eyes.

“I don’t know her. At all.”

“Then why would you leave your baby with her?”

“Because I’m alone in this, you turd!” Annie’s voice cracked. “Ben is not here. FaceTime and texts and calls are great, but he’s not here. I have no one to help me. God forbid I take a few days off.”

“You know how far behind schedule we are.”

“Sorry for having a baby, then.” Annie snarled.

“What are you snapping at me for?” Jamie furrowed his brows. “I’m not a punching bag. Sort this out with Ben or suck it up and get over yourself.”

###

Five days.

The longest Ben and Annie hadn’t spoken since he left for Arizona. She texted him little updates and pictures of Rory, but never engaged in any further conversation. So when the FaceTime call came in, he was truly surprised.

“Mumumumum!” Rory mumbled happily as he clapped two wooden blocks together.

“Rory, love?” Ben’s voice made Rory turn her head towards the phone Annie was holding. “Hi, sweet girl!” Rory smiled and cooed, waving the blocks about. “Are you having fun with your toys? Are you feeling better now?”

Rory nodded.

“Can I see mummy, please?”

Rory nodded again.

“She has spoken, Annie. Let me see you.”

Annie switched to the front facing camera, her face even; but Ben saw love flashing in her eyes.

“I have news.” He said and sat down. “We’re filming in Florence for a couple of weeks. Leaving the day after tomorrow. I’ll be home for those specific weekends to visit. After that it’s the final stretch and I’m coming home.”

“Yeah?” Annie feigned boredom. “That’s nice.”

“Come on, Annie.” Ben drawled. “Don’t be like that. I know you’re happy.”

“I’m still angry.”

“Of course you are.” He shrugged. “But you’re also so bloody happy. I can tell.”

“You really had no business criticising my parenting decisions from that far away.”

“Like I’ve said, she’s my baby too.”

“You’re not here.”

“Because I’m working. You know I want to be there.”

“I don’t know if I can do this much longer.” Annie sighed. “Ben, I can’t be alone for months on end like this. I need you here. Or at least on the same bloody continent, maybe?”

“Let’s not do this right now, please?”

“When, then?”

“When I’m home. Soon.”

“Ben, I-”

“Listen. You’re the strongest person I’ve ever met. We’ll get through this. We got through much, much worse, right?”

“Well, yeah, but -”

“No buts. Well, butts? Yeah, always. Yours in particular. Buts? No.” Soft smiles tugged on both their lips. “I’ll be home soon.”

“You’re so irritating…” Annie muttered, a chuckle escaping her.

“What was that? Was that a giggle?!” Ben gasped dramatically.

“Shut up.”

“Never.”

###

“Annie?” Clara called after letting herself in and petting Frankie for two minutes straight, since she was the only one to greet her. “Where are my two favourite girls at?”

‘Upstairs. Rory’s sleeping.’ Annie texted back.

Clara climbed up the stairs and peeked into Rory’s room.

Annie sat on the rocking chair, humming, with Rory asleep in her arms.

“Is that…?” Clara spoke in a hushed voice. “Is that We Will Rock You?”

“It’s her favourite song right now, don’t judge.” Annie whispered and quickly hummed again when Rory stirred.

“Is it alright if I stomp-stomp-clap?” Clara giggled. Rory stirred again, her eyes fluttering open. “Hi, girly!” Clara cooed and pouted when Rory turned her head the other way, suddenly shy.

“Let her wake up first.” Annie smiled.

“I see we’re all feeling a lot better and cheerier.” Clara noted.

“Cheerier.” Annie agreed. “She’s still a bit poxy.”

“Oh no, my love. She’s Foxy Poxy!”

“You are such a bloody dork.” Annie laughed. “Anyways, Ben’s coming home for the weekend. Not this one, obviously, the one after. We need just one night to-”

“Say no more.” Clara held up on hand. “Try not to hurt yourselves, please.”

“Jesus, Clara!” Annie tutted. “I wasn’t going there at all!”

“Of course you weren’t.”

“God you’re the horniest person I have ever met. Is Gwil not taking good care of you anymore?”

“Oh, he takes the best care of me.” Clara grinned mischievously. “The night before he left we -”

“Nope! No!” Annie grimaced. “Do not finish that sentence. I beg you.”

“Oh, alright.” Clara pouted. “Whatever. Just drop her by after her bath and don’t worry about it. I’ll get her high chair and collapsible crib from Gwil’s sometime during the week.”

“You really are the best, you know.”

“Oh, I know.” Clara nodded. “Your cousin said so, too.”

“For the love of God, please,” Annie shuddered. “Knock it off, will you?”

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[gwyn-ollivander]

1. Let’s start with a tricky one; what is the real reason you are confused right now? 2. Do you ever get “good morning” owls from anyone? 3. If your significant other smoked pot, would you care? 4. Do you find it easy to trust others? 5. What were you doing at 11PM last night? 6. You’re drunk and lost walking down the road; who is with you? 7. What would you do if you found out you had been cheated on? 8. Are you close with your dad? 9. I bet you kissed someone last night, right? 10. What are you listening to? 11. You can only drink ONE liquid for the rest of your life - what is it? 12. Do you like hickeys? 13. What time do you go to bed? 14. Is there someone who continuously lets you down? 15. Do you always answer your owls? 16. Do you hate the person you fell the hardest for? 17. When was the last time you talked to one of your best friends? 18. Is there someone that makes you happy every time you see them? 19. What was your last thought before you went to bed last night? 20. Do you believe what goes around comes around? 21. Were you happier four months ago than you are now? 22. Is there someone you wish you could fix things with? 23. In the past week, have you cried? 24. What colour is the shirt you are wearing? 25. Do people ever call you by your last name? 26. Is anyone ignoring you right now? 27. Do you have a best friend? 28. Would it be hard seeing someone else kiss the last person you kissed? 29. Are you mad at anyone? 30. Have you ever kissed someone older than you? 31. How old will the last person you kissed be on his/her next birthday? 32. How many more days until your birthday? 33. Do you have any summer plans yet? 34. Do you have any good friends of the opposite sex? 35. Are you keeping anything from your best friend(s) now? 36. Do you have a secret that you’ve never told anyone? 37. Have you ever regretted kissing someone? 38. Do you think age matters in relationships? 39. Are you available? 40. How many people have you had real, strong feelings for since high school ended? 41. If you had to get a piercing (not ears), what would you get? 42. Do you believe exes can be friends? 43. Do you regret anything? 44. Honestly, what’s on your mind right now? 45. Did you ever lose a best friend? 46. Was your last kiss a mistake? 47. Why aren’t you pursuing the person you like? 48. Has the last person you kissed ever seen you cry? 49. Do you still talk with the person you LAST kissed? 50. What was the last thing you ate? 51. Did you get any compliments today? 52. Where are you going on your next vacation? 53. Do you own anything from other countries? 54. Are most of your friend guys or girls? 55. Where have you lived most of your life? 56. When was the last time you took a long drive? 57. Have you ever played Spin the Bottle? 58. What was the last movie you saw? 59. What’s preventing your current boyfriend/girlfriend from going back to their ex? 60. Is the last person you kissed younger than you? 61. Do you curse around your parents? 62. Are you happy with where you live? 63. Are you a monogamous person or do you believe in open-ended relationships? 64. Have you ever been dumped? 65. What do you most like about making out? 66. Have you ever casually made out with someone who you weren’t seriously involved with? 67. When you kiss someone for the first time, is it usually you who initiates it or the other? 68. What part of a person’s body do you find most attractive? 69. Who was the last person you talked to last night before you went to bed? 70. Had sex with someone you knew less than an hour? 71. Had sex with someone you didn’t know their name? 72. What makes your heart flutter and brings a big cheesy smile to your face? 73. Would you get involved with someone if they had a child already? 74. Has someone who had a crush on you ever confessed to you? 75. Do you tell a lot of people when you have a crush? 76. Do you miss your last sweetie? 77. Last time you slow danced with someone? 78. Have you ever ‘dated’ someone you’ve never met? 79. How can I win your heart? 80. What is your astrological sign? 81. What were you doing last night at 12 AM? 82. Do you cook? 83. Have you ever gotten back in touch with an old flame after a time of more than 3 months of no communication? 84. If you’re single right now, do you wish you were in a relationship? 85. Do you prefer to date various people or do you pretty much fall into monogamous relationships quickly? 86. What physical traits do you look for in a potential interest? 87. Name four things that you wish you had! 88. Are you a player? 89. Have you ever kissed 2 people in one day? 90. Are you a tease? 91. Have you ever been deeply in love with someone? 92. Hugs or Kisses? 93. Are you too shy to ask someone out? 94. The first thing you notice about the opposite sex? 95. Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you babe? 96. If a sexy person was pursuing you, but you knew he/she was in relationship, would you go for it? 97. Do you flirt a lot? 98. Your last kiss? 99. Have you kissed anyone in the past month? 100. If you could kiss anyone who would it be? 101. Do you know who you’ll kiss next? 102. Does someone like you currently? 103. Do you currently have feelings for anyone? 104. Do you like to be in serious relationships or just flings? 105. Ever made out with just a friend? 106. Are you happier single or in a relationship? 107. Do you ever doubt the existence of others than you? 108. On a scale of 1-5, how afraid of the dark are you? 109. The person you would never want to meet? 110. What is your favorite word? 111. If you were a type of tree, what would you be? 112. When you looked in the mirror this morning what was the first thing you thought? 113. What shirt are you wearing? 114. What do you label yourself as? 115. Bright room or dark room? 116. Favorite age you’ve been so far? 117. Who told you they loved you last? 118. Your worst enemy? 119. What is your current desktop picture? 120. Do you like someone? 121. The last song you listened to? 122. You can press a button that will make any one person explode. Who would you blow up? 123. Who would you really like to just punch in the face? 124. If anyone could be your slave for a day, who would it be and what would they have to do? 125. What is your best physical attribute? (showing said attribute is optional) 126. If you were the opposite sex for one day, what would you look like and what would you do? 127. Do you have a secret talent? If yes, what is it? 128. What is one unique thing you’re afraid of? 129. You can only have one kind of sandwich. Every sandwich ingredient known to humankind is at your disposal. 130. You just found $100! How are you going to spend it? 131. You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere in the world, but you have to leave immediately. Where are you going to go? 132. An angel appears out of Heaven and offers you a lifetime supply of the alcoholic beverage of your choice. “Be brand-specific” it says. Man! What are you gonna say about that? Even if you don’t drink booze there’s something you can figure out… so what’s it gonna be? 133. You discover a beautiful island upon which you may build your own society. You make the rules. What is the first rule you put into place? 134.What is your favorite expletive? 135. Your house is on fire, holy shit! You have just enough time to run in there and grab ONE inanimate object. Don’t worry, your loved ones and pets have already made it out safely. So what’s the one thing you’re going to save from that blazing inferno? 136. You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be? 137. You got kicked out of the country for being a time-traveling heathen who sleeps with celebrities and has super-powers. But check out this cool shit… you can move to anywhere else in the world! 138. The Celestial Gates Of Beyond have opened, much to your surprise because you didn’t think such a thing existed. Death appears. As it turns out, Death is actually a pretty cool entity, and happens to be in a fantastic mood. Death offers to return the friend/family-member/person/etc. of your choice to the living world. Who will you bring back? 139. What was your last dream about? 140. Are you a good….[insert anything you’d like here]? 141. Have you ever been admitted to the hospital? 142. Have you ever built a snowman? 143. What is the color of your socks? 144. What type of music do you like? 145. Do you prefer sunrises or sunsets? 146. What is your favorite milkshake flavor? 147. What quidditch team do you support? 148. Do you have any scars? 149. What do you want to be when you graduate? 150. If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be? 151. Are you reliable? 152. If you could ask your future self one question, what would it be? 153. Do you hold grudges? 154. If you could breed two animals together to defy the laws of nature, what new animal would you create? 155. What is the most unusual conversation you’ve ever had? 156. Are you a good liar? 157. How long could you go without talking? 158. What has been you worst haircut/style? 159. Have you ever baked your own cake? 160. Can you do any accents other than your own? 161. What do you like on your toast? 162. What is the last thing you drew a picture of? 163. What would be you dream car? 164. Do you sing in the shower? Or do anything unusual in the shower? Explain. 165. Do you believe in aliens? 166. Do you often read your horoscope? 167. What is your favorite letter of the alphabet? 168. Which is cooler: dinosaurs or dragons? 169. What do you think about babies? 170: Your own question that you want me to answer. Just write it.

[kissmeinfrenchh]

1: Name: France

2: Age: 24 3: 3 Fears: Snakes. Heights. Tornadoes 4: 3 things I love: Mountains. Blue skies. Peace of mind. 5: 4 turn ons: Kindness. Strength of character. Honesty. Principles.

6: 4 turn offs: Rudeness. Pretense. Arrogance. Unthoughtfulness. 7: My best friend: Jesus 8: Sexual orientation: Gay 9: My best first date: Err too many haha  10: How tall am I: 5′2  11: What do I miss: Freedom! 12: What time were I born: 7 in the morning 13: Favorite color: Blue 14: Do I have a crush: Not right now. 15: Favorite quote: An unexamined life is not worth living. 16: Favorite place: Anywhere I can see a clear view of the sky, mountains, trees 17: Favorite food: Still deciding 18: Do I use sarcasm: When talking to someone dull  19: What am I listening to right now: Safe With You 20: First thing I notice in new person: Vibe 21: Shoe size:  36-37 European size 22: Eye color: Brown i guess 23: Hair color: Black/brown 24: Favorite style of clothing: Homeless look 25: Ever done a prank call?: Yea 27: Meaning behind my URL: When i created this acc, i still haven’t had my first kiss yet. And i was already 2nd yr in college (WHAT!?) 28: Favorite movie: Cant decide!  29: Favorite song: Cant pick one 30: Favorite band: The 1975 31: How I feel right now: Hungry 32: Someone I love: My sister 33: My current relationship status: In a serious relationship 34: My relationship with my parents: Good 35: Favorite holiday: None 36: Tattoos and piercing i have: Tatts on my chest. I used to have an eyebrow piercing. Thinking of getting one again but i think my boss will disown me 37: Tattoos and piercing i want: Eyebrow piercing 38: The reason I joined Tumblr: My ex crush haha 39: Do I and my last ex hate each other?: No but we’re not talking 40: Do I ever get “good morning” or “good night ” texts?: Yea 41: Have I ever kissed the last person you texted?: Yea 42: When did I last hold hands?: Couldn’t remember. 43: How long does it take me to get ready in the morning?: 30 minutes 44: Have You shaved your legs in the past three days?: I don’t. At all. 45: Where am I right now?: Office 46: If I were drunk & can’t stand, who’s taking care of me?: Girlfriend 47: Do I like my music loud or at a reasonable level?: Loud 48: Do I live with my Mom and Dad?: Dad 49: Am I excited for anything?: Shoes I ordered haha 50: Do I have someone of the opposite sex I can tell everything to?: Nope 51: How often do I wear a fake smile?: Rare 52: When was the last time I hugged someone?: Couldn’t remember 53: What if the last person I kissed was kissing someone else right in front of me?: Guess I’ll be single again  54: Is there anyone I trust even though I should not?: Probably..  55: What is something I disliked about today?: Nothing 56: If I could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?: Including dead people? Gotta be Socrates  57: What do I think about most?: The future 58: What’s my strangest talent?: Idk 59: Do I have any strange phobias?: I am scared shitless of people with physical disabilities. Ahh basta! Kanang mag kurog2 ang kamot. 60: Do I prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it?: Behind 61: What was the last lie I told?: I was asleep so I wasn’t able to reply 62: Do I prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online?: The former 63: Do I believe in ghosts? How about aliens?: Yea yea 64: Do I believe in magic?: Yea 65: Do I believe in luck?: No 66: What’s the weather like right now?: Shitty 67: What was the last book I’ve read?: The Alchemist 68: Do I like the smell of gasoline?: Very 69: Do I have any nicknames?: Ya 70: What was the worst injury I’ve ever had?: Prolly that time i fractured my shin when skateboarding  71: Do I spend money or save it?: Save then spend 72: Can I touch my nose with a tongue?: What the? 73: Is there anything pink in 10 feet from me?: Ya 74: Favorite animal?: Gotta be doggos 75: What was I doing last night at 12 AM?: Sleeping 76: What do I think is Satan’s last name is?: Loser 77: What’s a song that always makes me happy when I hear it?: The 1975 - It’s Not Living if it’s Not With You 78: How can you win my heart?: Be yourself  79: What would I want to be written on my tombstone?: “One who lived her best life” 80: What is my favorite word?: Love 81: My top 5 blogs on tumblr: Nop 82: If the whole world were listening to me right now, what would I say?: Seek to have a relationship with Jesus 83: Do I have any relatives in jail?: Nope 84: I accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow me with the super-power of my choice! What is that power?: Super strength. I know i know. I’m a simpleton haha  85: What would be a question I’d be afraid to tell the truth on?: Secret 86: What is my current desktop picture?: Windows default desktop pic 87: Had sex?: Yea 88: Bought condoms?: As a prank, yea 89: Gotten pregnant?: Nop 90: Failed a class?: Ya 91: Kissed a boy?: Ya 92: Kissed a girl?: Ya 93: Have I ever kissed somebody in the rain?: Ya 94: Had job?: Ya 95: Left the house without my wallet?: Ya 96: Bullied someone on the internet?:  Ya 97: Had sex in public?: Ya 98: Played on a sports team?: Ya 99: Smoked weed?: Ya 100: Did drugs?: Ya 101: Smoked cigarettes?: Ya 102: Drank alcohol?: Ya 103: Am I a vegetarian/vegan?: Nop 104: Been overweight?: Ya 105: Been underweight?: Ya 106: Been to a wedding?: Ya 107: Been on the computer for 5 hours straight?: Ya 108: Watched TV for 5 hours straight?: Ya 109: Been outside my home country?: Ya 110: Gotten my heart broken?: Ya 111: Been to a professional sports game?: Ya 112: Broken a bone?: Ya 113: Cut myself?: Ya 114: Been to prom?: Ya 115: Been in airplane?: Ya 116: Fly by helicopter?: Nop 117: What concerts have I been to?: Nothing omg 118: Had a crush on someone of the same sex?: Ya 119: Learned another language?: Ya 120: Wore make up?: Ya 121: Lost my virginity before I was 18?: Haven’t had sex with a guy if that’s what you mean 122: Had oral sex?: Ya 123: Dyed my hair?: Ya 124: Voted in a presidential election?: Nop 125: Rode in an ambulance?: Nop  126: Had a surgery?: Nop 127: Met someone famous?: I dont think so  128: Stalked someone on a social network?: Ya 129: Peed outside?: Ya 130: Been fishing?: Ya 131: Helped with charity?: Ya 132: Been rejected by a crush?: Ya 133: Broken a mirror?: Ya 134: What do I want for birthday?: Sperry topsiders or Dr Mrtns/Timberland boots pleaaaaase 

[purplesurveys]

711

How fast can you say the alphabet? I can say it quickly without my accent failing me, I guess? I’m too lazy to time it. What are you allergic to? None. How many serious relationships have you had? Just one. If you could read one person's mind, who would it be? I wouldn’t want to target one person like that. I’d only be picking my dog’s so I can hear what he thinks of me, ha. If someone dared you, what dare would you be afraid to attempt? Eating/drinking anything rotten.

How do you like your eggs? Scrambled or over easy. What's your most expensive piece of clothing? Probably my shoes. Most of them are several thousand bucks. What was your last big achievement? The last objectively big achievement I made was finishing the first half of my thesis and getting the go signal to finish the rest of it. But if we’re counting tiny steps that feel like big achievements, it’s having an article published in my org’s publication this week. I co-wrote it with JM and Rick, but it still feels nice to get to say I was productive during the quarantine. What famous person's memoir would you like to read? I’m willing to read anyone’s biography/autobiography since it’s one of my favorite genres. But at the moment I’m probably most willing to read something about Kim Jong Un since it’s generally hard to find material in North Korea as it is, and it would be fascinating to hear about their life and culture there. Have you ever had a "false alarm" moment, what was it about? Sure. A few months ago I was in Manila for a workshop and my car wouldn’t start when it was time to drive back home. Pressing any button on the key fob wouldn’t work and I couldn’t open the doors, so I was pretty much just locked out. I was already stuck there for a while and I was starting to panic, so I called up my parents to ask for help and they were already getting dressed to drive all the way where I was. Right before they left the house Jhian was mysteriously able to make stuff work and opened my door and I gave my parents the happiest “false alarm” ever haha. Do you know how to ride a bike? I don’t. My dad recently pumped air into the wheels of the bike that we have in the house so I can practice riding it throughout the quarantine, but I just can’t. I never did learn what my friends say when they tell me to just “find my balance.” If you could breed two species together what new animal would you create? No thanks. What 5 world leaders would you make sit down in a room to discuss issues? Isn’t that already the point of UN? If you were in the hospital who are the two people you'd want by your side? Gab and my dad. When was the last time you cried and what made you cry? Ooh ya got me. With this quarantine not letting me go anywhere and giving me new experiences, I’ve had no reason to cry lol. 

The last most vivid reason I remember crying was that one Wednesday in February where everything went wrong  – Andrew and I got red marks all over our thesis and we got practically yelled at over how bad our work had been so far; accidentally spewing peanut sauce all over the said thesis draft immediately after it was returned to us; almost losing this one thing for the org that I 100% WAS NOT allowed to lose, and having to ask Andrew to go back to campus at mid-fucking-night just to retrieve it and feeling shit the whole time for asking that of him; and having to deal with an unresponsive source for an article I needed to write and finish ASAP. I cried nonstop until like 2 AM that night. If you could ever take a street sign, what sign do you want? It’d be such a pointless steal, so no thanks. What is your favorite ride at any amusement park? Haha anything mild and for kids tbh. My stomach can’t handle rides. Have you ever raised money for charity? I haven’t spearheaded any fundraisers but I’ve donated for some, like whenever workers from exploitative corporations go to UP to visit some classes, talk about their struggles, and ask for support. How do you feel about growing older? I’ve got little time to be scared of it because getting old just happens all the time and constantly. I just take it for what it is and learn along the way. What wild animal scares you? Probs lion. I’ve never seen one in real life and movies and shows have conditioned me to think they’ll attack any human that comes close enough, soooooooo no thanks. I’d love to be corrected and to find out that they’re big softies, though. Do you think actors and athletes are overpaid? I can argue that for some actors, but definitely not athletes. Athletes bust their ass day in and day out and are in constant need of training, transportation, and the adequate gear, equipment, etc. Some actors just have to sit pretty and they wouldn’t even be good at it. Have you ever been alienated, if so for what? This was me for most of what you’d call middle school. People were starting to be more conscious of trends and using it as a basis for who to hang out with, so while everyone had a Blackberry, got side bangs, and listened to The Summer Set, I was struggling to fit in a place where my love of wrestling would be accepted. Of course there was none, and I felt left out for a while.

More recently, this was also me in applying for AIESEC but I’ve already touched on that a couple of times here. The alienation was so bad my friends and I just resort to laughing about my experience whenever it gets brought up. Have you ever not returned something you borrowed and if so what was it? I have a couple of Gab’s jackets, but she doesn’t mind me keeping them since I get cold quicker and more often. When you pack your lunch, what's your favorite packed lunch? Loooove when my dad makes curry for me to bring to school. What was the one most important thing you learned from your parents? It’s impossible to start at the bottom and work your way to the very top. I’m constantly worried about staying at the bottom, so it’s always comforting to see how far they’ve come.

On a parenting note, I’ve learned that I should talk to my future kids the way they are – kids. Ever since I can remember my mom has always gotten mad at me as if I was already an adult, so it’s made me permanently terrified of all adults/the idea of pissing anyone off. She would always just get mad, banging stuff around, and never explain to me what I did wrong, so to this day I get very self-punishing when I feel like I’ve done something wrong but don’t exactly know what it was I did.

How fast can you run? I used to be good as a kid which is what landed me on the track team in grade school, but I didn’t enjoy running so I did it less and less every year. Now I’m just meh at it. Have you done something you worry could come back to haunt you, what? Nothing that bad, no. What is your most favorite feature of your favorite electronic device? I’m very happy with the battery life of my laptop, considering how 1) my old Macbook Air only had a battery life of one hour, and 2) the laptop I had before had a damaged battery to begin with so I couldn’t even use it/bring it anywhere unless it was plugged in. The 10-hour battery life for my current one is a fucking dream for me lmao. If you had to build a small ark, what 7 animals would you save? All the endangered ones so like an elephant, Philippine eagle, panda, orangutan, tiger, and a rhinoceros. I’d save the last slot for a stray dog. What is your favorite Christmas or holiday tradition? I love going over to my mom’s cousins’ place and have our tradition of exchanging gifts singing My Monito/Monita. What novel would you love to be transported into to live out your days? I prefer non-fiction, soz. What is your favorite hiding place? MY CAR. It’s seen my worst breakdowns, my sleeping sessions in the middle of the day, and the days where I’m okay but simply need a break from everyone. If I feel like being alone I just head inside, recline my seat, and tune out the whole world. What is something your parents love that you actually love too? Indian food. Have anyone ever said "I love you" and you couldn't say it back. This is me with my mom. I’ve stopped saying “I love you” ever since I came to terms with the fact that she has brought a lot of trauma into my life and it would be unfair to the both of us (mostly me, heh) if I said it back. Have you ever ridden a camel? I haven’t. It would be very difficult to find a camel on this side of the planet.

What's been the hardest loss you've had to take? My grandfather and Nacho. What emotion is your least favorite and the one you are not in touch with? I hate feeling embarrassed obviously, but I’m regularly in touch with it because there’s always at least one event a day where I fuck up and I feel extremely embarrassed. Do you think facial moles or freckles are cute? I don’t mind them. They’re not a common facial trait where I live, so I’m more fascinated by them than anything else. Would you ever pick up a hitchhiker? I’ve read too many accounts of serial killers where hitchhikers were involved to feel skeptical about them but I know I’d also feel bad if I ignored them. I honestly don’t know what to feel about them as I don’t live in a hitchhike-y area.

What was your funniest computer or phone wallpaper? Eh, I don’t really pick wallpapers to find them funny. If you're searching for a relationship, where is your go place to look? Unapplicable for my demi ass. When and where are you happiest? Either anywhere with Gab or Skywalk with my orgmates. What was your favorite age, so far? 16 has so far been the year with the least fuckups. What is your favorite part of the day? Typically, it would be the moment I realize I’m done with everything that needed to be done for that day, like if my last meeting has ended or if I’m finished with my last class, and all that’s left to do is to drive home. What book have you read multiple times? The Septimus Heap series up til the 5th book (there are 7) only because in the past I had always made plans to restart and finish the whole series, but I never did get around to finishing it so I’ve only just kept restarting and restarting the books.   Do you keep a budget? No budget. What matters to me is at least being able to have savings at the end of the week, which is tbh not the smartest thing to do. Have you ever test driven a car you knew you weren't going to buy? Nope, I’ve never gone car shopping like that. Pretend you're doing an interview, what's the first question? Uhhhhhhhhhh idk depends on what the interview is for? What do you have a hard time visualizing? Everything. I’m not a very visual person and creativity is my weak point, so I genuinely struggle if I do have to imagine anything. Abstract reasoning has always been my least favorite part of tests. What makes you feel uncomfortable in group settings? If all of them already know each other and I am just starting to try and fit in – it’s worse if they’re all loud and extroverts. The former is what made my internship hard for me in the beginning, but thankfully they were all very nice and could tell I was shy so they knew not to overwhelm me by being too loud. What was your worst date ever? I haven’t had a bad date. Have you ever gotten in a bidding war on Ebay, if so for what item? Nope. If you had to pick one food to eat everyday for life, what would it be? Risotto or chicken wings. For dessert, macarons. Are you supportive of your friends even if you don't agree with them? As long as their choice doesn’t entail stepping on human rights, e.g. not being pro-choice or supporting a president that supports killing the poor, I’ll be fine with the disagreement. Have you ever used the opposite sex restroom in an emergency? Yeah I had a bad nausea attack one time and needed to vomit but I only had enough time to run to the men’s bathroom before I started throwing up everywhere, so that’s where I ran. What did you think was stupid until you tried it? Ube cheesecake. I really hate ube flavor and I hate everything it’s in, but I gave it a chance when a local bakeshop incorporated ube in cheesecake since it’s my favorite kind of cake. I ended up really liking it and now I often look for it when we have family get-togethers. What subject do you and your parents never see eye to eye on? Politics, duh. Where do you see yourself in 1 year's time? Having a job, out of the quarantine, maybe saving for a trip. How scared of the dark are you? I’m fine with the dark as long as I’m not somewhere that’s meant to be haunted. What is your favorite type of seafood? Crab fat, sashimi, eel, and sea urchin. What triggers your inner shopaholic? I don’t really have a trigger. I don’t even consider myself a shopaholic. I just shop for new clothes once I feel like I’ve been repeating my clothes too much. What is the rudest thing a person can do to another person in your opinion? Insulting dead parents is one. Except if you’re the Marcoses, heh. What public figure do you disagree with the most? President Duterte, obviously. I wanna barf just having to call him President. Do you think you could ever be a firefighter, why/why not? Nope, because I’m terrified of fire and I don’t have half the stamina needed to carry the shit they have to lift when they have to put out fires. What is/was your favorite bedtime story? I don’t have any. My favorite kids’ book was Corduroy, though. What was the last thing to make you feel happy? My dog going down the stairs and going straight to me for pats once he was done. What is your opinion on rats as pets? Rats are pests here so I find it pretty disgusting. I think hamsters are fine, though. What is something you're afraid to try? Cliff diving, bungee jumping... anything that would give me the sensation of leaving my stomach behind lmao. What cartoon character best describes you? Mr. Peanutbutter from BoJack Horseman. What keeps you interested in your goals or dreams? The fact that I went through so much shit as a child/teenager that I absolutely have to make myself happy in the end, and I can only do that by achieving my goals. What is your favorite actress beginning with the letter J? Jessica Chastain. What song makes you dance uncontrollably? Crazy in Love by Beyoncé, heh. If you wanted to live off the radar where would you live? I was gonna say Sagada but everyone knows it’s my favorite place so it’d probably be one of the first areas they’d start to look... so I’d go with Batanes. That place can’t get any more secretive with their sporadic phone signal and nonexistent internet/data connection. Do you like nachos, if so what topping is a MUST have? Melted cheese. Do you have any subscriptions? Netflix and (technically) Spotify. Which is better, Mario or Sonic? Mario. I’ve never played a Sonic game and I’ve only ever encountered him playing Super Smash Bros. Brawl, which is a Mario-themed game to begin with. Who is the most creative person you know? Alex, someone from my high school who can recreate any. thing. Art is in her blood; she was my seatmate for one sem and she was constantly doodling and drawing and making new stuff in every class we were in. Besides a pickle, what is your favorite thing pickled? I hate pickles and anything pickled :/ Not really in the Filipino palate. What did you do for your 21st birthday? If not, 21 what are your plans? I celebrated it mostly alone because Gab couldn’t be present. Angela made me feel better by taking me to dinner and an arcade.

Are you a role model for anyone in your life? I dunno. I hope so, for at least one person. What song do you hate the most? Any song by The Vamps or Meghan Trainor. Do you think you need to slow down and enjoy life more? Isn’t slowing down what we’re all kinda forced to do right now? Can you impersonate anyone famous? Eh, sure. It’s fun to copy Gordon Ramsay for one hahaha. If you could go back in time to change one thing what would it be? Going out of my shell as early as freshman year and avoiding the semester-long breakdown/depressive episode I had. Can you honestly say you're enjoying your life right now? I can’t say I’m unhappy lmao. I have no problem doing nothing at home for more than a month – besides, this already serves as the break I planned to have shortly after graduating. After this I’ll be really ready to start looking for a job. What is your favorite salty snack? Pringles. What is your favorite restaurant? Yabu, Torch, Pound by Todd English, or Frankies. Idk man, I’m craving so much shit now that I haven’t eaten out for more than a month.  Have you ever been in a play for school? Yeah, we were all required to be in all the annual school productions from kinder to senior year.

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GET TO KNOW THE BLOGGER.

Can be used for RP and non-RP blogs to get to know a bit about the person behind the screen!

1. FIRST NAME:  Little

2. STRANGE FACT ABOUT YOURSELF: I like to pace myself. Binge reading, binge watching, binge playing? Never happening. Only one episode, only one chapter, only two hours of game time, then we do something else and continue the next day. 3. TOP THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU FIND ATTRACTIVE ON A PERSON: Hair, butt and legs I guess.

4. A FOOD YOU COULD EAT FOREVER AND NOT GET BORED OF:  Spaghetti.

5. A FOOD YOU HATE:  Pineapple! I hate it so much! Even the smell makes me feel sick! 6. GUILTY PLEASURE:  Reading cringy and crappy webcomics.

7. WHAT DO YOU SLEEP IN:  Pajamas.

8. SERIOUS RELATIONSHIPS OR FLINGS: I am married, that says enough.

9. IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN THE PAST AND CHANGE ONE THING ABOUT YOUR LIFE, WOULD YOU AND WHAT WOULD IT BE:  I would never sell my car at a certain point in my life. It was just a dumb decision and I had to work hard to afford a car again.

10. ARE YOU AN AFFECTIONATE PERSON:  I think so? I show my affection a bit like a cat though. I just hang around and randomly start to cuddle.

11. A MOVIE YOU COULD WATCH OVER AND OVER AGAIN:  That changed over the years and lately I don’t watch that much movies anymore, but I used to watch Kung Pow over and over again with my husband and I still grin at it, so this probably.

12. FAVORITE BOOK:  Hm, hard to say. I read a lot but I don’t really have a favourite book... I really like the Discworld series by Terry Pratchett though. I should buy the next book for my Kindle soon.

13. YOU HAVE THE OPPORTUNITY TO KEEP ANY ANIMAL AS A PET, WHAT DO YOU CHOOSE: I always wanted a skunk, they are so fluffy ^^ Though I heard they aren’t that easy to handle.

14. TOP FIVE FICTIONAL SHIPS [IF YOU ARE AN RP BLOG, YOU CAN USE YOUR OWN SHIPS AS WELL]:  Ornstein/Smough (Dark Souls), Ornstein/Nameless King (Dark Souls), Laurence/Ludwig (Bloodborne), these are the ships canon for my blog.

15. PIE OR CAKE:  Cake. I like dry stuff more than creamy stuff.

16. FAVORITE SCENT:  When someone makes food. Love the smell of food in the making.

17. CELEBRITY CRUSH:  I don’t do celeb stuff.

18. IF YOU COULD TRAVEL ANYWHERE, WHERE WOULD YOU GO: Hawaii. It is a dream vacation of mine and I hope one day I will get there.

19. INTROVERT OR EXTROVERT:  Introvert.

20. DO YOU SCARE EASILY:  Nah, I watch so many horror stuff with my husband that we both are really immune to jump scares and stuff. There is a let’s play of us playing Dead Space on Youtube and we keep making jokes about the game despite it being genuinely scary.

21. IPHONE OR ANDROID: Android.

22. DO YOU PLAY ANY VIDEO GAMES:  I am a HUGE gamer, so yes. At the moment I play The Legend of Zelda - Breath of the Wild, Death Stranding and Harvest Moon A New Beginning.

23. DREAM JOB: Owning a little book store.

24. WHAT WOULD YOU DO WITH A MILLION DOLLARS:  Buy my dream home and because my dream home doesn’t cost a million fulfill each of my friends a wish.

25. FICTIONAL CHARACTER YOU HATE:  I don’t do this. Even the worst fictional character is fun to hate. There isn’t one where I say that I genuinely hate them.

26. FANDOM THAT YOU WERE ONCE A PART OF BUT AREN’T ANY LONGER:  Here is the thing... I don’t leave fandoms. I just switch over and wait for the dead fandom to rise again. I think the only fandom I genuinely left was Tokyo Mew Mew and that was LONG ago.

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In-Character Interview!

Rules:

1. Choose an OC.

2. Answer them as that OC.

3. Tag 5 people to do the same. (Tag as many as you wish)

I was tagged by: @ariela-of-aedyr (thanks!!)

1. What is your name?

Snærún Dökkvatn. Technically, Dökkvatn was the name of my clan, not my last name. Many documents here in the Dyrwood were very insistent that I have a last name.

2. Do you know why are you named that?

From what I have been told, I was given my name by my parents as a way to wish for success in life. I was slated to become the next Runecaster, what is considered to be a Wizard in the rest of Eora, and so the name I was given roughly translates to “Snowy Rune”.

3. Are you single or taken?

Single.

4. Have any abilities or powers?

I have trained in metaphysics and have a decent understanding of how to manipulate arcane energy with spells, and about a year ago I gained the powers of a Watcher.

5. Stop being a Mary Sue.

…What is a ‘Mary Sue’?

6. What’s your eye color?

It’s brown, but recently I’ve been observing that they sometimes appear purple. This could be caused by liberal use of my Watcher abilities…*leans elbows on table with a serious expression* It might be worthwhile for me to contact Adaryc and compare…*trails off*

7. How about your hair color?

*snaps back into focus and sits up straight* Ah…it’s white, like most of my clan members.

8. Have any family members?

…Technically, no. The other three children that survived my clan’s destruction were adopted by other clans and are no longer considered my family. I do consider my friends that I traveled with this past year my family now.

9. Oh? How about pets?

It seems I have many. *sighs* Edér seems to have snuck in many dogs and cats into the keep over the past year, but after some training, most of the dogs have turned into fine guard dogs, and the cats do well with managing the local rodent population. I don’t consider my wurm, Nils, a pet though. He is also one of my companions and is beginning to learn Aderyan.

10. That’s cool, I guess. Now, tell me something you don’t like?

Well, that’s a broad question. I’m not fond of the weather here in the Dyrwood, it’s too warm for my liking. But, if I’m being honest, I haven’t been satisfied with anywhere I’ve lived temperature wise, with the only exception being my visit to the White March.

11. Do you have any activities/hobbies that you like to do?

I like to keep my hands busy, so I have quite a few that I focus on. When I’m not studying, I work on leatherwork, enchanting, alchemy, and herbalism.

12. Have you ever hurt anyone in any way before?

It is my belief that you cannot live without harming someone. It is kith’s nature to harm one another, even if it is unintentional.

13. Ever… killed anyone before?

*sighs irritably* Yes, but only if I was forced to and the assailant threatened me or my companions. I do not take pleasure in killing, but I do not shy away from it either.

14. What kind of animal are you?

*sly smile* I’ve been told by my new acquaintances in the nobility that my adversaries assume that I am a lamb; naïve and innocent, unknowing of the world due to my beginnings in the Wend. They soon learn that I use that façade to make them underestimate me. I have heard whispers that I am called the ‘White Wolf’ by those that survive my attacks.

15. Name your worst habits?

*thoughtful look* Edér has told me that I have a habit of expecting people to understand me without me explaining anything. This has caused some problems between me and my friends a bit. I’m working on improving this. I also tend to make quick judgements on kith and situations without taking much consideration into the larger picture.

16. Do you look up to anyone at all?

I look up to my friends for different reasons. They all have something different that I admire about them (excluding Durance) and I strive to emulate those aspects in everything that I do.

17. Are you gay, straight or bisexual?

…I suppose bisexual. I have had relationships with both men and women.

18. Did you attend school?

*long sigh* I was supposed to attend Bragganhyl with support from a patron but…things happened, and I burnt down that patron’s ship. So, I am mostly self-taught, with some tutelage from past employers as well as help from Aloth.

19. Ever want to marry and have kids one day?

Marriage…possibly. I’m not against it, but I think my partner would have to be the one to bring it up. I don’t believe the need of some sort of binding ceremony for partners to prove their loyalty to each other. And…kids? *sharp exhale* Never. I don’t deal well with being around children.

20. Do you have any fangirls/fanboys?

If I understand what the Steward reports to me, I am well respected by my employees and some of my fellow acquaintances in the nobility if that is what you mean by ‘fan’?

21. What are you most afraid of?

Heights is the easiest thing to say. I absolutely abhor having to climb up and down with a sheer drop nearby. But, to be completely honest…*long pause* Gods, it sounds ridiculous saying this out loud…children. It is nothing against them, but seeing children brings back horrible memories from my childhood.

22. What do you usually wear?

If I am training, usually just my trousers and breast band. If I am expecting guests or otherwise working on the upkeep of the keep, I have a loose dress. When I travel outside of the keep, I have the same leather armor that I had when I first left the Wend, modified for the hotter weather, of course.

23. What’s one food that tempts you?

I haven’t had it in many years, but I do miss the flavor of Ysae. It is a fish from the waters near the Wend with a very sweet taste. I prefer it pickled like many Glamfellan along the coast make it. The closest to Ysae I’ve had in the Dyrwood have been the speckleback fish that we caught in the March.

24. Am I annoying you?

…This interview has gone on for quite some time. I’m beginning to tire.

25. Well, it’s still not over!

*slow exhale* Well, continue then.

26. What class are you (low/middle/high)?

Due to my travels, I have lived in the low and middle classes. I suppose that currently with my ownership of Caed Nua and its surrounding lands, that I would be considered high class now.

27. How many friends do you have?

A few close ones.

28. What are your thoughts on pie?

*wrinkles nose* It’s either too sweet or too bland. I can eat the savory pie from Guilded Vale, but that is never my first choice for a meal.

29. Favorite drink?

I make my own blends of tea from the herbs I grow here at Caed Nua. *quiet laugh* I have been told by my friends that they are too bitter for them to drink without anything to sweeten the drink.

30. What’s your favorite place?

…That’s a difficult question for me to answer. At the moment I would consider Stalwart my favorite place. It reminds me of my homeland.

31. Are you interested in anyone?

*long pause and looks away* Yes…but I believe that we need to find who we are outside of a countrywide crisis before I consider pursuing him. We were, and are, dealing with our own personal problems. Plus, he had a mission that he took on, and I could never be selfish and keep him from that call.

32. That was a stupid question…

*looks back and narrows eyes* Maybe you should have considered your questions more carefully before coming here.

33. Would you rather swim in a lake or the ocean?

The lake. The ocean’s saltiness irritates me, and I hate washing off dried salt.

34. What’s your type?

I assume you mean in romantic relationships. I prefer people who understand that I am flighty and not likely to stay in one place for too long. Loyalty, bravery, and a clear head have always attracted me. Someone who can sit with me to spend time with me quietly, or someone that I can talk to for hours on end about an assortment of topics would be ideal, I think. I could go on, but I would not bore you with that.

35. Any fetishes?

That is an inappropriate question.

36. Camping or outdoors?

…Both? This is not a very clear question. Do you not camp outdoors? Or are you asking if I prefer to sleep in a tent or under the stars? If that, I prefer a tent. There are a number of unsavory bugs in these northern countries that I will not stand being near me as I sleep.