#i see this happen to so many sport dog people honestly it really irritates me

[darkwood-sleddog]

i think what's really irritating about situations where i'm offered random dogs is that having multiple dogs makes people think i'm some sort of charity when it's actually the opposite. my pack is heavily and carefully curated. i know what i want from a dog that is coming into my pack and don't stray from these wants for the good and wellbeing of my existing dogs. the only person i think is acceptable to offer me a dog is a breeder i've been already talking to about potentially getting a dog from already point blank and period. (and even then i've turned down a great offer recently from MY dogs breeder because it just wasn't timed correctly/dog import law bullcrap etc). just because i have made the choice for myself to have multiple dogs does not make me a charity home for dogs people cannot care for anymore. i sincerely feel for dogs in this sort of situation, but malamutes are overall better off going to experienced fosters and breed specific rescues instead of having people blind message people who own the same breed on your facebook timeline. and i don't trust a non-breed specific persons evaluation of temperament at ALL. for a malamute to have success in re-homing you must be knowledgable about the breed or else they're going to end up right back where they started.

[chaotic-french-fries]

I did it :)

01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents?

Yes, I will never be out to them, but I love them, and always talk to my mom

02: Who did you last say “I love you” to?

one of my best friends :) I have like four

03: Do you regret anything?

hmm... As of right now, no

04: Are you insecure?

yes, but only around certain people

05: What is your relationship status?

single 🥲

06: How do you want to die?

I know some people want to have a slow death so they can say good bye, but I want to die in my sleep

07: What did you last eat?

yesterday (as of 6/17/24 when I wrote this response)

08: Played any sports?

nope! not officially anyway, did play baseball with my dad

09: Do you bite your nails?

no, I saw a video about all the germs and stuff that get under there and never have since

10: When was your last physical fight?

...like with a person? in karate class. With words thought... maybe a month ago (I don't really talk back, not because I can't its just usual the fight isn't about me anyway)

11: Do you like someone?

no, but if someone liked me and told me, depending on the person,  I could probably like them back

12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours?

I have in fact stayed up for three days and three nights

13: Do you hate anyone at the moment?

I'd say no, there are people i dislike but to honestly hate anyone is hard for me (unless it's a political person doing stupid stuff)

14: Do you miss someone?

my grandma on my moms side (but also my dads side but less so bc I was small when she died). I wish I'd talked to her more

15: Have any pets?

I do! I have a tuxedo cat named Barry! and we have a old family dog named Rafa

16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment?

calm

17: Ever made out in the bathroom?

LAMOOO no

18: Are you scared of spiders?

no, I love them!!

19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance?

back in time to the 1800s yes, back in time to see my younger self no

20: Where was the last place you snogged someone?

...what, never lmao

21: What are your plans for this weekend?

sit and relax for my days off work

22: Do you want to have kids? How many?

no, but if my partner wanted some id maybe be able to handle two.

23: Do you have piercings? How many?

nope! they scare me, although people that do have them are inherently awesome

24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)?

English Compression, Grammer, and Spelling (I'm a writer, sometimes)

25: Do you miss anyone from your past?

no

26: What are you craving right now?

a chicken bake from Costco

27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart?

I don't think so lmao

28: Have you ever been cheated on?

nope!

29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry?

no, lol

30: What’s irritating you right now?

those previous questions

31: Does somebody love you?

love me as a friend, yes many

32: What is your favourite color?

maroon or blue

33: Do you have trust issues?

yeah, absolutely. 

34: Who/what was your last dream about?

uhh my dog dying

35: Who was the last person you cried in front of?

um.. hmmm.... my parents I think

36: Do you give out second chances too easily?

no

37: Is it easier to forgive or forget?

to forgive, I think to forget someone has done something erases the whole purpose of forgiveness

38: Is this year the best year of your life?

Probably not, so far its been on the bad scale but not the worst

39: How old were you when you had your first kiss?

I have yet to have one. Kisses are awkward and I've only ever read about them

40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked?

Hell no wtf

51: Favourite food?

Chinese or chicken bake (I'm a simple person what can I say)

52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason?

id say yes, I think so

53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night?

watch the new video same and colby released, co staring Jake and johnny

54: Is cheating ever okay?

no, for many reasons

55: Are you mean?

sometimes

56: How many people have you fist fought?

five I think

57: Do you believe in true love?

yeah. I do :)

58: Favourite weather?

rain

59: Do you like the snow?

LOVE SNOW I WANT IT TO SNOWW

60: Do you wanna get married?

yeah :D

61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby?

no I hate that, it actually creeps me out. Babe is fine tho

62: What makes you happy?

many many things

63: Would you change your name?

yes I would! to what tho I am deciding

64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed?

yeah bc it never happened

65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?

kill them

66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around?

yeah, my cousin

67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to?

uhh my dad

68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?

my best friend number 3

69: Do you believe in soulmates?

yeah, ish

70: Is there anyone you would die for? 

yes

@ineffableemo @leon-swedfinqs

70 horrible questions ... Fuck it

01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents? 02: Who did you last say “I love you” to? 03: Do you regret anything? 04: Are you insecure? 05: What is your relationship status? 06: How do you want to die? 07: What did you last eat? 08: Played any sports? 09: Do you bite your nails? 10: When was your last physical fight? 11: Do you like someone? 12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours? 13: Do you hate anyone at the moment? 14: Do you miss someone? 15: Have any pets? 16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment? 17: Ever made out in the bathroom? 18: Are you scared of spiders? 19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance? 20: Where was the last place you snogged someone? 21: What are your plans for this weekend? 22: Do you want to have kids? How many? 23: Do you have piercings? How many? 24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)? 25: Do you miss anyone from your past? 26: What are you craving right now? 27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart? 28: Have you ever been cheated on? 29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry? 30: What’s irritating you right now? 31: Does somebody love you? 32: What is your favourite color? 33: Do you have trust issues? 34: Who/what was your last dream about? 35: Who was the last person you cried in front of? 36: Do you give out second chances too easily? 37: Is it easier to forgive or forget? 38: Is this year the best year of your life? 39: How old were you when you had your first kiss? 40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked? 51: Favourite food? 52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason? 53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night? 54: Is cheating ever okay? 55: Are you mean? 56: How many people have you fist fought? 57: Do you believe in true love? 58: Favourite weather? 59: Do you like the snow? 60: Do you wanna get married? 61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby? 62: What makes you happy? 63: Would you change your name? 64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed? 65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? 66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around? 67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to? 68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? 69: Do you believe in soulmates? 70: Is there anyone you would die for?

[jameui]

MOVIE DATE

PAIRING: Hwang Hyunjin x Manager!M!Reader

GENRE: Angst, Fluff

WARNING: Hyunjin being a jerk

SUMMARY: You boyfriend, Hyunjin took you out on a date to watch your favorite movie.

You sighed in exhaustion and as if the world was trying to test you, a fast running bicycle came your way causing you to jump to the side, so fast that you forgot about the takeouts you had in your hands and at a blink of an eye the neatly boxed items fell to the ground, all the food now spilled on the floor with your eyes widening in fear. "Shit!" You yelled out and tried to get back to the restaurant again, but as soon as you got there the line was already long and it'd take you ages to get to the counter to order, again.

You were at your way to your work with your phone squeezed in between your shoulder and ear as you talked to your co-manager on the other line who seemed agitated for your tardiness, while you tried to balance the foods you were made to order. "Yes, sir. I'll make sure that won't happen again." You told the male before the call was cut short when he decided to hang up all of a sudden.

Looking around, you saw a chinese restaurant that had the smallest line, so you went there and bought the food there, even though the orders of the group was not exactly what they wanted for you to buy. You just couldn't go back empty handed.

After a few minutes of walking, you finally arrived at the venue of the fansign event and got there just in time before Stray Kids were called to the stage for their activity to be done, but the moment you got there you saw that the people present were already eating their food away. They noticed your presence entering the room whilst their head turned to look at you. "I... Good morning, everyone." You greeted them. 'Guess their manager got their food delivered.'

You didn't get a reply, except from the group who was more than happy to see that you had food on your hands. "Hyung! Thank God. I was starving." The group's youngest, Jeongin said as he helped you put the foods down on the table. "You're seriously a life saver."

You smiled at him giving him a muttered thanks that earned you a smile from Jeongin. Honestly speaking, Jeongin was the second best person you ever liked in the group, the first being Lee Felix since he was the only person to ever approach you on your first day since he was able to see how much you were so nervous. Felix was also one of the members who taught you korean, the other being Bang Chan. You had always knew the group back then, and now and you were damn thankful that you got the opportunity to be in their circle.

Knowing how young you were to be working for them, they treated you nicely, not because they needed to, rather cause it was in their nature to be caring. Well, at least except one person. You were the closest to Felix who treated you like his personal manager and a friend as well, going out on friendly dates with you to the park, dog cafés, just anywhere Felix would find interesting to visit.

Who's the person that seemed irritated whenever you were around you ask? Why, the one and only visual king, Hwang Hyunjin. He doesn't actually treat you bad, but the way his eyes would always turn dark or displeased when you show up in his line of sight made you feel so small and felt totally unwelcomed. That was then, apparently, since today the male looked a little too quiet and didn't even bother to look at you. Believe me or not that's actually the kindest thing he's done to you.

You would try to go to him to try and talk to him, worried by his silence. You just furrowed your brows and sighed completely aware that no matter how much you try to talk to him he won't even dare to acknowledge you being there for him.

"M/n, are you just gonna stand there? Come and eat." Chan told you, but you just politely declined his offer with the shake of your head before telling him that you had just taken your breakfast and that you were full, more and you feel like your stomach's gonna burst. "Hm, suit yourself, but I'll be leaving mine untouched, so you can eat it when you get hungry, yeah?"

"You're so kind, Chan." You gave him a smile that got Chan smiling also showing his deep dimples that you could just dive in it anytime soon.

"Hey, hey, hey! We've known each other the longest. Why do I still have to call you 'hyung' and M/n doesn't?" Jisung, one of the group's rapper, pouted with folded arms as Chan chuckled before ruffling the kid's hair that Jisung angrily shook off.

"Well, since he's not that spoiled, unlike you." Chan answered Jisung who gasped dramatically. "And he also gained my permission, so—"

"Whenever or not he's around, is he the only person that ever comes into your mind?" That all too familiar voice spoke out, all your heads turning towards the person. He scoffed and stood up with a smirk on his face, probably in disbelief that the whole group was talking to you and always thought about you. "I mean, come on. There's gotta be something else to talk about other than this... person." You felt his eyes look at you while your eyes stared at him with rising anger. "There's sports, other artists, songs, music, so many and you chose to pick him as the topic of your talk."

"Hyunjin, that is very disrespectful." Chan gritted out, but Hyunjin knew better than to listen or to even stop.

"I'm really not, hyung." Hyunjin's smirk grew wider eyeing you with a suspicious look on his eyes. An idea popped in his head as he opened his mouth to talk. "But, if you want to, I could show you how disrespectful I can get." Without any warning, he took the take-out container and bottled drink in his hand and gave you no second to react as he poured all of its contents onto your head with a loud gasp coming out of you. "There. I'll call it a masterpiece even."

"Hwang Hyunjin!" Bang Chan's voice boomed through the whole room a still smirking Hyunjin turning around to face the older male who was fuming with anger. "You—"

"Chan!" You called out to him before things got a little out of hand. For pete's sake their going to just fight because Hyunjin had made a mess of you? You were not even worth the fight. "No. I'm fine. I can just quickly change, that's all. I'll be right back and I better get no reports about you two fighting." You told the two, Chan rolling his eyes.

You got out of the room and ran as fast as you can to the nearest restroom, cleaning yourself as soon as you arrived. Times like this you would immediately bawl your eyes out, but with the constant behavior that Hyunjin showed to you, you grew used to it. Heck, you even sometimes feel that the other boys only act like they liked you being there and when you weren't, they'd stab you behind your back. "Goodness, why won't this get off."

"Need help?" A raspy voice came from the entrance of the restroom, turning your head around to see Felix leaning himself on the door frame with his arms crossed, then untangled them to let his hands rest inside his pockets and stepped inside as you smiled at him. "Do you need more tissue?"

You shook your head at him, your attention back on your stained favorite shirt wiping them clean with the tissues the place's restroom owned. "Nah, there's plenty here. Besides, I'm all dried up now." You said and showed yourself to him, Felix knitting his brows in worry.

He seeped air through his teeth and cocked his head to the side, unsure if you should be wearing that now dirty shirt when you'd be with them during the activity the whole time. "I don't think you should be wearing that."

"Why? It's my favorite sweater." You chuckled half-heartedly.

"Yeah, I know, M/n, but it's dirty. Plus, I think it gets pretty uncomfortable seeing that stain on your shirt and it gets sticky. Yeugh." Felix pretended to barf which got you laughing softly. Felix, though not trying to be funny, whatever he does it always seemed so funny to you.

"Fine, fine. I'll go change, the problem though is that I didn't bring an extra shirt with me today." You told Felix scratching your nape.

"Really? Well, I guess we have to borrow from one of the group's." Felix suggested, but your eyes grew sizes bigger upon hearing that and waved your hands.

"No way, Felix! I have already done enough damage, I can't afford to borrow a shirt from one of the members, or to you even." You told him, but it all fell on deaf ears as Felix refused to listen. "I'm just trouble, Felix. You don't have to worry about me."

Felix hummed with two fingers pinching his chin gently. "Yeah, I don't think so." He took your wrist and started to drag you back to the dressing room. "Come on, I know there's someone willing to let you borrow a shirt." You just sighed, knowing that Felix won't even dare to change his mind when he had already set them on something.

Alas, as you two got there, none of the members even had a spare shirt to let you borrow. They were very willing and even tried to look around if there was anything, but to no avail. Although, there was one last person you didn't ask. "Hyunjin. You were the cause of this mess, you let him borrow your shirt." Felix sternly told the older male who pilled his brows together.

"What?! No way! Are you telling me I'd offer to do something for that guy? No!" Hyunjin retorted making Felix growl.

Felix was so ready to throw punches at the male who didn't seem to be bothered by the situation, but you just put a hand on Felix's shoulder and assured him. "That's alright, Felix. My sweater was thick enough to not get my undershirt wet. Although, I'm grateful for your effort." You smiled at him and sighed.

Just in time, you heard a call from one of your co-manager that the group was already being requested to be at the stage right now. You gave them an encouraging smile as they all did the same. "Alright boys. It's time to go out there and meet millions of your fans."

The group all shouted, excluding Hyunjin, hurray and hurried out to get on stage, you following behind after you were able to discard your sweater, leaving you only on your black t-shirt. You shivered at the cold now that you were left with a thin clothing that wasn't appropriate for the type of weather you were having and not mention that the place was fully air-conditioned.

Your shaking was not too evident, but one of the members, Seungmin, was able to notice it. Feeling pity he made his way to Hyunjin and tried to convince him. "Jinnie, M/n's cold. Please lend him your jacket, at least. He'll get sick if he continues to get exposed to the cold."

"Better for him."

"Hyunjin, please... Besides, you're already wearing thick layers of clothes why not let M/n borrow." Seungmin reasoned out and solemnly knitted his brows to persuade the male, Hyunjin rolling his eyes at his bestfriend and huffed before taking his jacket off of him and handed it over to Seungmin who silently squeaked. "Thanks, Hyunjin." Hyunjin brushed it off with a 'whatever', the younger of the two jogging his way towards you and gave you the jacket he got from Hyunjin. "I noticed your shivering, so I want you to take this jacket and no, you can't say you can't accept it."

You nodded your head at him and took the jacket from his hands. "Thank you, Seungmin."

"My pleasure." He smiled at you with those puppy dog like smile. He skipped back to reunite with his group while you put on the jacket that Seungmin offered you. You were still in thought though how Seungmin was able to convince Hyunjin to let you borrow his jacket. You knew Hyunjin owned the jacket since he wouldn't let them go since the moment you arrived.

You noticed how the jacket was too big for you, since the sleeves of the piece of clothing only let your fingers peek out through the holes while the flaps reached further down your hips, but it totally felt cozy and smelled like... Hyunjin. How do you explain it? You don't even know where to begin. It was him. The reason why you wanted to work with Stray Kids. You didn't want to look like you were some type of stalker, but all you ever wanted was to befriend Hyunjin.

The befriending process didn't go the way you actually thought it would go. Everytime his eyes met yours or you heard his voice you'd get all flustered and so nervous that your tongue always gets tied, the words you want to tell him gets trapped inside your mouth. It all started to be just an admiration towards the slightly older male until your determination to become his friend gradually became an unknown feeling towards Hyunjin, until realizing later that you actually liked the group's rapper, despite all his bad treatment towards you.

Back to reality, you hugged yourself and took in the wonderful scent the artist gave off until one of your co-worker nudged you. "Hey, stop sniffing the clothes. You totally look like a sasaeng."

"W-what? I wasn't sniffing anything." You denied it earning an eye roll. Later, you heard the whole place bursted into shouts of joy and excitement as Stray Kids made their appearance on the stage greeting all their fans inside and outside of the place. They all took their turns taking the mic to express their happiness and gratefulness to their ocean of fans that filled up the whole place.

Soon, the group was seated at a long rectangular table that was a perfect fit letting all the members seat on their respective seats. There were chairs as well settled in front of the table with each settled across a specific member.

You were appointed to keep guard and stand behind Hyunjin, in any case of fans throwing shade at him or any forms of harm or hate towards the member who had just been caught up in a supposed bullying rumor.

The line started to form as people who were present inside the place took their turns to talk to each member and get a sign from them. So far, you could only wonder how paranoid the company was to keep you on guard of Hyunjin when all these people here are Stays and they wouldn't do such thing to throw hate to any members in the group. Right?

The line was still too long to be gone in just minutes making you sigh, hearing your tummy rumble hoping that no one heard that. You now finally regret not eating that noodles that Chan offered you, the hunger finally hitting your system as your tummy continued to grumble. You pursed your lips and forced your eyes closed while you brought your head down in embarrassment. 'Fuck... why now?'

After a short while, the line was starting to get shorter and shorter, you thanking the heavens for the fast passing by of the time. But, the moment you least expected to happen happened. You felt a harsh tap on your legs and another and another after it finally took your attention, getting a little shocked that the action was done by the person who hated you the worst. "Take it before I change my mind." He told you. You complied and bowed at him politely as he tuts his tongue. "Who would even think of going to work on an empty stomach?"

'You... poured it on me?' You thought then shrugging it off before you looked at the treat offered to you by Hyunjin. You wondered what type of bread it was and hesitated, although Hyunjin's back was facing you he was able to sense your hard time on trying to eat what he gave you.

"It's not poisoned, M/n." He whispered as he signed the album that had his photo on it, then looking up at the fan who would like to talk to him.

Their talk wasn't audible to you, but you opened the packaging of the nicely wrapped pastry and bit on it with your body facing the wall so your back was turned against the people to cover yourself while you ate. One of your co-manager did notice your unwanted behavior and stomped his way to you and took the baked good from your hands and threw it to the ground to step on it and crush it good. "What do you think you're doing, L/n?! You're being inappropriate right now." He gritted out to you with a small voice almost like a whisper so no one else would hear you two. You bowed your head subtly before a hand was placed right below your chin as you looked up at him confused. "Spit." He ordered, referring to the food you were chewing.

You nod your head and spit out the food that was in your mouth into his hand while he picked up the wasted food and left, then threw it all at a trash can. "Fuck." You sighed as you held your chest and slowly turned around to face the non-existent line, the group now interacting with their fans.

Just looking at them now, you were able to remember when you were the one who was there seated at the chairs shouting out the name of the person you would call as your bias, which is no other than Kim Seungmin. At least, when you still didn't take the job to be one of the group's manager. Usually, it would only take one manager to manage the group, but why did this group require another one? You questioned yourself. It was all unexplained to you, but all you gotta do was to just be glad that you get to be friends with the people you see as your role models.

"Hyunjin-ah! When did you start trading jackets with your manager?" The question came out as a shout that got everyone laughing, including the group. You were only able to chuckle knowing that it was Seungmin who convinced Hyunjin to let you borrow his jacket.

Hyunjin didn't get to answer the question, when another fan spoke from the crowd that got every fans' attention. "Are rumors true that you don't treat Manager L/n well?"

Chan furrowed his brows and picked up his microphone. "Where did you get this story?" He chuckled trying to make it sound that it wasn't true and just pure bluff. Chan looked at Hyunjin with the face that told Hyunjin that he should start treating you well if he didn't want the netizens to know about his treatment towards you. "Anyways, it's seriously not true."

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A few minutes later and the event was finally finished and the group was bidding their goodbyes to their fans as they started to walk backstage. You waited for them at their waiting room with a handful of bottled waters for the boys to pick up once they get inside. The door soon opened revealing the group with a tense atmosphere following them that got you so confused. "Hey—"

"Hyunjin. If word gets out about your mistreatment to M/n, that would be a serious damage to our image and to M/n as well, 'cause he's obviously in pain because of you!" Chan yelled at the trouble causing male who only rolled his eyes paying no heed to his warning.

"Atleast, I never went too far as to really hurt him physically." Hyunjin deadpanned Chan growling at his response. Your eyes flickered to Hyunjin, then to Chan not knowing what to do in this situation.

"You are seriously being a jerk right now, Hyunjin." Chan fumed in anger while Hyunjin just continued to act deaf and played on his phone. Chan, giving up, sighed and plopped down on his seat. "Ayayay."

They took turns in getting your glances as you thought of a way to calm the atmosphere. You had already been their manager for a over a year now and this was the only time that Hyunjin ever spoke up to Chan and, to top it off, with sass and without the slightest feeling of being bothered. That was the moment you felt like you had enough. You've had enough with all these things. You were tired of yourself to even think that Hyunjin would finally soften up to you and be his friend. You were wrong to even apply for this kind of job. The group wouldn't be fighting if it hadn't been for you appearing in their lives all so suddenly. "Guys... let him do as he pleases. I'll be the one to take of whatever the netizens hear."

Chan raised his eyes up at you with furrowed brows. "What do you plan on doing? Whatever it is don't do it."

You smiled and nodded. "I won't, Chan." You held up the bottles in your hands and turned on a toothy smile. "Water? Anyone?" They all sighed in relief and got their turns in picking their own bottled water, the last one not being picked up by Hyunjin, so you decided to give it to him. You brought the cold drink to his face making him flinch as he looked up at you. "Thank you for the bread, by the way." You told him and giggled. "I've already packed your jacket in your bag." You informed him and patted his back.

The once crazily terrifying atmosphere now turned into a more comfortable one, the one you always would want to see. You didn't know what got you the courage to speak or blurt out whatever you had in your mind, but you looked at Hyunjin and said: "Hyunjin, can I talk to you privately?" Thankfully, their loud voices was able to distract themselves from hearing your request to Hyunjin who sighed and nodded his head. He stood up from his seat and started to move outside of the room. You followed behind closely, feeling intimidated by the month older's tall figure. "Hyunjin..."

"Cut to the chase, M/n. I don't have much time." He told you as you nod your head in understanding and fiddled with your fingers.

"I know, you'd probably like hearing this, but could I have the permission to quit as your group's manager?" You asked him, his forehead creasing that made him pull his brows together. "I was able to notice what the group had become the moment I became your manager—"

"And do you think quitting would change it?" Hyunjin asked you with a raised brow. "If anything, it'd probably—no, it would break their hearts to know that you quitted. If you do so, you're not only quitting as a manager, but as their friend as well."

"And you're able to say that after you purposely tried to have me fired or suspended from work by offering me that bread?" You sarcastically answered, Hyunjin clearing his throat.

"Well... that wasn't my intention. I didn't even know it'd get you fired." Hyunjin replied making you chuckle.

"Yeah..." You replied with a sad smile. "But, I don't wanna be the reason why you and Chan would always fight. Stray Kids is Stray Kids because they're fun and loving, caring. And I don't want to change that by being around the group." Hyunjin never replied anymore and you sighed. "I'm heading back now." You said and as you started to walk back inside, Hyunjin spoke.

"I wish you never entered our life, at all, M/n." He told you that got your heart broken into pieces. Sure, you admitted that he never liked you even just a bit, but him saying it so bluntly to you, it's like he does really mean it and could only care less. You were about to speak when Hyunjin beat you to it. "If so, I wouldn't be able to garner these undeniable feelings I have for you."

You froze. Were you hearing right? You just cleaned your ears this morning, well you do it everyday. Is your ear trying to play with you? "W-what?"

"DAMN! WHO WOULD'VE THOUGHT?!" You gasped with your mouth full of popcorn, your boyfriend, Hyunjin seated beside you at the movie theater. He smiled at you admiring how cute you looked with your shocked expression that was being illuminated by the big screen. "Jinnie! Look, they're gonna kiss! AH!!" As the two actors in the movie was about to kiss, one of the movie's cast bursted out of the door cutting the kiss and earned a few 'oh's and 'I hate you, Chan's. "Chan is such a cock blocker."

"Watch your mouth, babe." Hyunjin told you making you pout.

"It's true, though!" You retorted and Hyunjin could only laugh at your cuteness and honest opinions.

[realcube]

trying to be nice to their crush hcs

navi | masterlist | taglist

thank you to 🍦anon for this cute request!

characters: tsukishima, kyōtani, sakusa & suna

content warning: swearing & sexual references 

kei tsukishima 

♡ this is all yamaguchi’s fault （︶^︶）

♡ he found out tsukki had a crush on you bc he mentioned you a lot in conversation so yamaguchi interrogated him for answers then lo and behold, the beanpole had a lil thing for you 

♡ you sit in front of tsukishima in homeroom while yamaguchi sits beside him so when you leaned back and asked him if you could borrow a pencil and he spat back a snarky remark about you being too irresponsible to care for your own pencils, yamaguchi hastily offered you one of his own before scolding tsukishima 

♡ he explained to his clueless friend that being nasty to people isn’t a good way to get them to like you 

♡ so perhaps he should be nicer :)

♡ honestly, tsukishima would’ve just looked yamaguchi straight in the eyes and went ‘no’, if it wasn’t for the fact you shot tadashi the sweetest smile anD PLAYFULLY BLEW HIM A KISS AFTER HE JUST GAVE YOU A DAMN PENCIL LIKE WTF 

♡ after that, he decided to give up his current personality and pick up a new one 

♡ jk jk 

♡ but he had to binge a whole bunch of those youtube psychology videos that are like ‘psychological tricks to make people like you’ and ‘THESE 5 MIND TRICKS WILL MAKE YOU THE MOST POPULAR PERSON *EVER*’!!

♡ spoiler alert: he wasn’t the most popular person but perhaps that was bc he only went to the effort of using those tricks on you 

♡ god bless him; he tries hard, he really does. (not his best, just hard)

♡ but you don’t have to be extremely observant to realise that he’s began acting different around you and of course, it confused you seeing tsukishima being nice

♡ what irritated you was how dismissive he was being of your questions though, as he was clearly trying to lead you to believe that you were crazy and he’s just always been a nice guy 

♡ but as soon as he figures out that he angered you, he’ll instantly switch back to him normal self - draining his mind of the hours of phycology studying he did last night to just pretend like it never happened 

♡ and if he’s feeling flirty, he might be extra mean to you （￣︶￣）

♡ also he makes a mental note to never take yamaguchi’s romance advice ever again 🙄

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you sighed, removing your hand from your bag after desperately rummaging through it in search of a pencil once again - deja vu. once you accepted that a pencil wasn’t going to materialise out of thin air, you peered over your shoulder and tapped the corner of yamaguchi’s desk, who wore a suspicious grin which you decided against questioning. 

“yamaguchi, do you think i could borrow a pencil again? sorry, this is the last time, i swear. i’ll be sure to get some on my way home after school tod--” 

yamaguchi dropped the line him and tsukishima had rehearsed many times beforehand, while clutching his pencilcase dear to his chest, “woah, (y/n). you’re so irresponsible. sorry, i can’t lend one of my pristine pencils to someone who is too forgetful to remember to buy some; what if you forget to return it to me?” 

tsukishima cringed at how forced it sounded but he couldn’t help but admire yamaguchi's dedication to his role. this allowed tsukishima to swoop in, pencil in hand, “here.” that wasn’t in the script but he panicked! okay, now, eye contact. 

you just sat there and stared at both of them with the most dumbfounded look plastered on your face. what just happened?  why were they both acting like they were in drama class?  and why are they both so bad at acting? they’re both passing performing arts for fucks’ sake!

kentarō kyōtani 

♡ sorry but i firmly believe kyōtani is the sorta guy to be extra mean to ppl he fancies smh

♡ the rest of them just act (somewhat) like themselves around their crush but kyōtani is himself2 (himself^2)

♡ like one time yahaba found you trembling in your locker bc you had gotten mud on mad dog’s white shoes so he chased you through the hallways of the school, threatening to trek mud on your forehead 

♡ yahaba took it upon himself to investigate as to why kyōtani was so rude to you and he got his answer as soon as he mentioned your name to mad dog and the boy’s face immediately flushed red 

♡ so after practise, yahaba schools mad dog on how to get chicks (⌐■_■)

♡ in short, his advice was ‘good guys get laid’ and for kyōtani’s understanding, ‘good’ and ‘kind’ were interchangeable 

♡ mad dog wasn’t completely oblivious to how he treated you and he was aware that he was far from ‘kind’

♡ although he usually doesn’t listen to people in general, yahaba seemed to know what he was talking about so he figured there was no harm in trying to be nice 

♡ but ngl, he just spent the rest of the day wondering...what is kind?

♡ after a few messages back and forth with yahaba, he figured that the best place to start was by apologising for - y’know - chasing you around the whole school 

♥　♡　♥　♡　♥　♡　♥

“oi!” kyōtani bellowed through hallway, paying no mind to the students that cast him dirty looks as his sights were locked on you. standing unsuspecting by your locker, stuffing your textbooks into your bag until you heard his deep voice echo through the hall, to which you visibly perked up and began frantically looking around.

he marched towards you, hands in pockets and when you noticed him out of the corner of your eye, you were more than ready to drop all your shit and bolt away. but he didn’t let you as before you were able to take off on your heels, he grabbed your shoulder and spun you around to face him - then he noticed your hands raised in defence by your face and your head hung low.

his heart sank and his grip on your shoulder immediately softened, “i’m not gonna punch you, idiot.” he spat, rolling his eyes and gritting his teeth, trying to appear angry in hopes you’d mistake his light blush for pure rage. 

“i just wanted to say that i felt bad for chasing you through the halls yesterday - you didn’t stand a chance so i guess it was a bit unfair.” he said, frowning as you replied with silence so the duty fell on him to fill it, “and i got the stain out, anyway so.” 

more silence. lovely.

suddenly, he puffed his cheeks out as his eyes snapped to meet yours and he roared, “ARE YOU GONNA FUCKING SAY SOMETHING OR ARE YOU TOO BRAINDE-”

“are you wearing eyeliner?” 

and that was the true story behind why you missed last period, because you and kyōtani had a 30 minute conversation about eyeliner and make-up, then he convinced you to skip the rest of class with him so he could buy you ramen as an apology gift.

so yeah, he figured that perhaps he should try being nice more often.

kiyoomi sakusa

♡ he didn’t need someone to tell him to be nicer, he’s just predisposed to attempt to show kindness to someone he is fond of

♡ in his mind, showing kindness, respect and stripping himself of all his personality = the only way to be desirable 

♡ (ofc this takes place before he meets atsumu tho lol)

♡ so it’s not the realisation that’s the problem for him, it’s the execution 

♡ like how is he supposed to be nice without either sounding creepy or condescending? 

♡ *cut to sakusa practising in the bathroom mirror* ‘your hand looks- no-’ he scoffs, flicking cold water onto his face, ‘your hair looks cool- pretty- nice?’

♡ *camera pans to sakusa laying in bed, staring intently at the ceiling while imagining vivid and scarily detailed scenarios about ways he could mess up while talking to you* 

♡ *camera zooms in on sakusa’s face as he manifests a nicer version of himself*

♡ he might - depending on how insecure he is - watch one of those psychology videos or read a wikihow for help

♡ but other than that, he independently tries to alter his personality in order to gain your favour bc..true love ?

♥　♡　♥　♡　♥　♡　♥

you smiled as a basketball rolled up to your feet during gym class, followed by the sound of someone approaching you and upon raising your gaze, your eyes met sakusa’s unmistakable black ones. his face hovered only a few inches away from yours due to the fact you had both reached down to pick up the ball at the same time.

he quickly pulled himself away, tucking the basketball under his elbow as he adjusted his mask so it properly covered his face to ensure that you didn’t see the light blush slowly spreading across his cheeks. he then proceeded to blurt out what he had been rehearsing for the past few nights, “oh, thank you, (y/n). your hair looks lovely today, by the way.”

you giggled, holding your hands firmly by your side to avoid fidgeting and making it obvious that his sudden comment flustered you, “thanks, sakusa. and, if we’re handing out compliments today, i didn’t know you were good at any sport other than volleyball but you’re doing surprisingly well at basketball.” you joked, your lips slowly curling into a cocky smirk, “though, i don’t think you’d stand a chance against my team.” 

god, you’re such a tease. you make it so hard for him to be nice to you. so, of course, your comment returned his ability to utter almost every sarcastic comment that comes to mind - screw being likeable. “you think so?” he quirked a brow, tossing the ball onto your lap then pacing backwards, “go on, then.”

rintarō suna

♡ it was probably those tips on social media that told him he has to be nicer 

♡ and plus he saw terushima get all the chicks and he was just sitting there like ‘where are my bitches at? 🥺’

♡ anyway, all the guys on social media that had girls lining up outside their door always had one thing in common: misogyny  obnoxious personalities !!

♡ and his whole personality was a sacrifice suna was willing and ready to make for just a crumb of cooch  🤲

♡ though you weren’t exactly his crush yet, suna thought you were the best person to carry out this experiment with bc he heard through the grapevine that you had a crush on him so perhaps this would make you happy

♡ he didn’t prepare much beforehand though which he immediately regretted as soon as he approached you bc admittedly, his game plan of ‘be self-assured but friendly’ was a bit vague 

♡ so he basically just had to bullshit through a whole, awkward conversation with you while wearing a forced ‘bold’ smirk which, in reality, looked as though he had just seen tiddies for the first time 

♡ hardly self-assured or friendly 

♡ also, the fact you thought he was playing a prank on you must’ve drastically altered the results of his experiment 

♡ at one point he says something extremely stupid you’d just quit playing along and just blurt out ‘wtf is wrong with you today’

♡ to which he’d be like ‘ahaha, nuthin much bbg, how bout you?’

♡ THE EXPERIEMNT ISN’T OVER UNTIL HE SAYS IT’S OVER OKAy?!

♥　♡　♥　♡　♥　♡　♥

you rubbed your temples in order to soothe the throbbing headache suna gave you simply by existing. like yes, you had a crush on him 10 minutes ago - but that was before he came up to you and started acting like terushima on dodgy medication. “oh and your skin is glowing bab--”

“jesus christ, rintarō, shut up!” you cried, gripping the edge of your skirt to prevent your self from delivering a swift punch right to his stupid face. he’s seriously gotten on all your nerves at this point; firstly, by spamming your phone in the middle of the night asking for homework answers (accompanied by cursed memes) as he actually managed to wake you up. secondly, by acting so oblivious to the fact you clearly had a crush on him and now, this!

heat rose to his cheeks in embarrassment as his creepy smile instantly fell right back into his resting bitch face, “this isn’t working, is it?” 

“what’s not working?”

suna scoffed, rolling his eyes - his façade having evidently disappeared. “this.” he sighed, looking around as if someone was going to save him before his eyes finally settled on you and he was reminded of what he wanted in the first place, his sparkle was rekindled for just a moment which caused him to blurt out, “just fuck me already, i’m not asking for much.”

[xmint-conditionx]

☆ flanked ☆ prologue | knj

(verb) flank - 

guard or strengthen (a military force or position) from the side.

attack down or from the sides, or rake with gunfire from the sides.

☆ pairing: soldier!namjoon x widow!reader; namjoon x fem!reader ☆ word count: 2K ☆ summary: you’re a recently widowed military spouse who is stationed at camp walker, south korea. you’re dealing with the tragedy of your husband’s recent death, and in the process, you accidentally meet a k-pop idol you’ve had a crush on for years. who knew you’d both be at the same post while he’s doing his compulsory service? who knew he’d be so damn nice? who knew it would be impossible to get him out of your head? ☆ warnings: mentions of death, public embarrassment, military death, adult language ☆ a/n: hey everyone c:i’m really happy to be reuploading this fic; i’m going to set a goal of updating it once a month. this is my baby, and i want to do it right, so if it doesn’t come as predictably as i want it to, apologies in advance, but i really hope you enjoy what i have! 

this fic starts of intense and will only get more intense. i very much recommend double checking the warnings list because there’s gonna be some pretty heavy stuff in the prologue here and going forward. please do keep in mind that this is purely fiction and i do not want (most of) this to actually happen to anyone. it won’t all be sad though, promise! i mean it’s namjoon we’re talking about: the biggest goofball on the planet. there will be eventual smut, but we have to build up to it, now don’t we? thanks luv, enjoy!

Here you are, in the quaint little convenience store and dry cleaning shop right outside of post, on just another cloudy Winter Wednesday. However, today is a little different, because you have made it to the front of the line and have begun violently crying. Not one of those shedding a single tear cries, but a terrible cry that has taken hold of your entire body. A shaking, snot-faucet, fist-clenching cry. Nothing truly lamentable has happened, except for an inability to recall the Korean word for receipt. You’ve lived at Camp Walker for just shy of two years, so it’s safe to say your ineffectiveness in vocalizing your needs isn’t for lack of knowledge. Despite your quickly-grasped and quite thorough knowledge of the language, the overwhelming sadness and anger you possess about your situation somehow has evaporated away all your Hangul proficiency. Which has left you looking utterly incompetent. Of course a breakdown is in order. All you needed to do was pick up your dead husband’s dress blues for fucks sake, but you can’t remember how to speak and now you’re embarrassing yourself and wasting this poor lady’s time and why does this have to be so goddamn difficult.

The people behind you in line are now beginning to stare in a strange mix of confusion, concern, irritation, and apprehension. Perfect. You exit the line and begin sputtering out desperate attempts at the lost word, so entirely wrapped up in your own stupid brain that you fail to register the approach of a tall man in an American style ACU. A deep and calm voice eases out of the truly tree-sized man in front of you.

“Ma’am, do you need some help?” he asks.

Your vision is tear-ruined and the last thing you want is pity. Pity is exhausting. 

“Oh, you’re gonna help the poor little sad girl, huh?” you spit out at him, not even bothering to look up, “just tell me the fucking word for receipt please. That’s all I need.” 

Despite your downright rudeness, the man replies without hesitation. “Yeongsujeung. Are you sure that’s all I can help you with?” You look over towards the counter to see that the lady has begun helping other customers, and you really aren’t looking forward to waiting in line again. No pity, you remind yourself, so you shake your head at the man and meekly muster out a “gamsahabnida” as you stare at the floor, too embarrassed at your lack of composure to make eye contact with your new acquaintance. 

He just sighs and says, “Ma’am, would you mind if I stood in line for you? It might feel good if you sat down for a minute. I promise it’s not a hassle. I’m here to get my dry cleaning too.” 

Jesus Christ, what is this guy? Some kind of mind reader? Who is that observant? Or are you just that obvious? You really, really don’t want more help. That’s all people have been trying to do for the past week. Coming by your house with food, offering to walk your dog, so many informational pamphlets about therapy, every person saying that they can be a listening ear if you need it. But you don’t. You just want to be left alone already. Nothing anyone has said has been comforting, because they don’t actually know what it’s like. They just don’t get it. And it’s nice that they want to help and are actually trying, but fuck. It mostly just makes things worse. But your head hurts from the exertion of crying, and that’s all it takes to convince you that you might actually want to sit down.

You wipe your eyes and finally feel like you’re allowed to really breathe again. You look up at the kind man to thank him once more, this time more sincerely, and in that instant, you’re sure you’ve gone insane. That’s got to be it. The death of your husband has thrown you completely off your rocker. That’s the only explanation for what stands before you. You’ve finally had a full psychotic break and are currently hallucinating in the corner store. You’d honestly burst out laughing if your throat wasn’t raw, because standing in front of you is a man who looks remarkably like Kim Namjoon. 

You haven’t thought about this man in years, and his dark shorter haircut instead of his usual longer locks is probably the most confusing matter about the whole thing, oddly enough. You recall in your mind the photocard you have of him from when you bought one of their albums several years ago. The luscious long blonde hair in the photo is shockingly different to the style that he’s sporting now. If it weren’t for his signature dimple greeting you alongside his small sincere grin, you’d almost have never recognized him. 

Oh my god. And now you’re standing in front of him, and he’s standing in front of you, and he’s so much taller than you thought he would be, and you’re having a meltdown in a cornerstore, and he’s so much more handsome in person, and now you’re staring into each other's eyes and this can’t be happening. 

It can’t really be him. You’ve just gone completely mental. You know the leader of BTS began his compulsory military service about a year and a half ago, but the chances of you crossing paths is still nearly impossible. You begin to tell yourself that he’s just a doppelgänger and your recent distress and suffering has made your brain desperate for serotonin. It can’t really be him. You’re just crazy now. That would be easier to deal with, at least. 

You half don’t believe it’s him and half don’t want to believe it’s him. If it is him, you sure as hell don’t want to make the interaction any more weird than it’s already been. If it’s not him, you’d only be embarrassing yourself further. The best, and really, only course of action to take at this point, because you absolutely do not trust your words, is just to nod your head and avert your gaze as you walk to the little bench by the door. You try to focus your thoughts on literally anything other than your brain’s manifestation of a pop star. It almost doesn’t happen, but as peace comes, you mentally thank yourself for your long-time practice of mindfulness. It would have been an impossible task had you never done this before. By the time he gets to the front, you’ve successfully managed to calm down and focus on your breathing. You’ve got yourself convinced the man simply looks similar to Namjoon, and that’s it. Nothing to get worked up about.

As you rejoin the man, he greets you with another warm grin and gestures to the counter. Shit. Are you ready to talk again? He’s insisting you go first, and you notice the little dimple poke out again. His lips are so… pillowy. Oh god, are you staring? You shake loose of his grasp on you and in practically perfect Korean, apologize to the lady for before, tell her the last name and details on the order, and tell her you’re sorry about misplacing the receipt from drop off with the order number on it because it’s... been a really long week. She nods, seeming relieved you didn’t burst into tears again and goes in the back to search for your items. 

The tall serviceman next to you now speaks to you in Korean. “That was impressive. You’ve been here for a long time?” 

“Only two years.” 

“Well I suppose you really didn’t need my help then,” he says and chuckles a little. “I’m glad to see sitting down was able to help you relax.” 

The lady hands over the dry cleaning and you thank her. As you pay, tears begin to swell in your eyes again. You’re holding the things your husband will be buried in. You can’t stop yourself from picturing it all… the funeral, his cold body, whether you’ll have to hold a closed casket ceremony, his poor mom, how long the receiving line is going to be, whether he would want flowers or not, wondering if you’ll be able to put his little award stripes on his suit jacket in the right order or if you’re going to have to get help… again.

 Being so wrapped up in your thoughts, you don’t notice your new acquaintance giving the lady his ticket. He turns to you after she’s walked in the back. 

“Lucky husband, getting his dress uniform picked up for him. You really know how to spoil a man, huh?” The seemingly innocent comment shoots fire through your veins. The woman returns with his dry cleaning and they go through payment as you let the anger boil inside of you. He is oblivious to the metaphorical bombs going off inside your body. You stare a hole into the man’s head as you spit out “My husband is fucking dead.” 

You turn to leave and don’t look back, not giving him a chance to process your revelation. He makes the connection a moment too late, but he’s quick to catch up with you in the parking lot, this time speaking English. “Ma’am please let me apologize. I didn’t realize...” 

You continue walking to your car; you don’t want to look at him again. “I don’t need an apology from you. It doesn’t matter.” 

“Please, I had no idea. I was trying to make small talk; I never would have said that-“

You whir around and glare at him. You were done. “I get it, okay? Just stop feeling sorry for me already. I’m tired of it. Thank you for waiting in line for me. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a fucking funeral to plan.” The words come flying out and with each new sentence, you see him recoil again and again. His eyes are full of remorse and... understanding? You hold his gaze longer than you wanted to, and time stands still. What are you doing?

You’re fumbling with your keys, trying to manage the electronic key fob to unlock your car. He takes this opportunity to scribble some words and numbers on a paper he has clumsily fished out of one of his many uniform pockets and extends it out to you. Is he really trying to give you his number right now?! You’d be really flattered that a man this attractive is making a pass at you, if you hadn’t, you know, just told him your husband fucking died. You furrow your brows and roll your eyes, ready to chew him out again. 

“Here, this is the name and address for a group therapy session on post for people who have gone through recent loss. We meet on Thursdays. I don’t know how much longer you’ll be in Korea, but you’d be welcome. I promise.”

You just stare at him dumbly, unable to process this information. Therapy? You’d been given so many pamphlets on loss that it made your head spin. The only thing that thoughts of therapy has done for you in the past week has brought up terrible associations.

“Please. Take it.”

His eyes are pleading. You can’t bear to see the desperation any longer. Breaking away from his heavy gaze, you take the scrap of paper. With one last thank you, you get in your sedan, throw the dry cleaning into the passenger seat, and lock the doors. 

With your head in your hands, you start to cry again. Why do you have to be so mean? Thinking of the man, you turn to look in the rear-view mirror with a gentle hope that he’s still behind your car. You don’t know why you’re disappointed when he isn’t.

Thursday is tomorrow. You can make it until then.

[rins-batcave]

01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents? Idk sorta but they don’t know me so how can they really love the real me?

02: Who did you last say “I love you” to? My grandpa

03: Do you regret anything? Idk I try not to regret

04: Are you insecure? Maybe?

05: What is your relationship status? Nothing

06: How do you want to die? Idk just right now

07: What did you last eat? Eating ramen now

08: Played any sports? Archery, rock climbing, tennis, swimming, dance, gymnastics + more

09: Do you bite your nails? No but I pick a lot

10: When was your last physical fight? Don’t know never really had one

11: Do you like someone? Kinda but honestly I don’t know now

12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours? Yes

13: Do you hate anyone at the moment? My friends kinda sorta

14: Do you miss someone? Yeah my old friend rn

15: Have any pets? A dog

16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment? Bad

17: Ever made out in the bathroom? Never :3

18: Are you scared of spiders? Yes extremely

19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance? No

20: Where was the last place you snogged someone? Never :3

21: What are your plans for this weekend? Die in bed

22: Do you want to have kids? How many? Not sure honestly

23: Do you have piercings? How many? Just earrings

24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)? Math, English, French, geography, science, music (I get really good grades in those subjects ig)

25: Do you miss anyone from your past? Yeah

26: What are you craving right now? Ramen :)

27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart? Nope

28: Have you ever been cheated on? Nope never had anyone

29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry? Nope never had

30: What’s irritating you right now? Everything

31: Does somebody love you? I hope?

32: What is your favourite color? GREEEN GRENN

33: Do you have trust issues? Not sure

34: Who/what was your last dream about? My characters

35: Who was the last person you cried in front of? No one ever :)))))

36: Do you give out second chances too easily? Nope I’m very stubborn and I don’t like taking shit from people

37: Is it easier to forgive or forget? Neither :)

38: Is this year the best year of your life? Nope :)

39: How old were you when you had your first kiss? Never :)

40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked? No

51: Favourite food? Yogurt because it’s practical

52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason? To some extent yes

53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night? Cry

54: Is cheating ever okay? Not sure really not enough personal experiences like I could see some justification but also no

55: Are you mean? I hope not

56: How many people have you fist fought? No one officially, but I’ve punched some people

57: Do you believe in true love? Maybe, but not everyone wants or feels love?

58: Favourite weather? COLD

59: Do you like the snow? YES J LOVE IT

60: Do you wanna get married? I think I would have to explore my sexuality more

61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby? No comment no one would ever call me that.

62: What makes you happy? My dog, my writing, running, dance, archery, rock climbing, my family, my friends, yall, math, challenges, leadership

63: Would you change your name? Yeah but also I like my real name so maybe just going by rin more?

64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed? No one

65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? Idk

66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around? My friends

67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to? One of my irl friends

68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? Yall? Idk really

69: Do you believe in soulmates? Maybe, but I don’t know really

70: Is there anyone you would die for? Yall on here, my family

Should I just answer all 70 of those questions? I’m bored

[genesisrose74]

Karasuno Boys Singing Headcanons!

A/n: By this point I hope that everyone has seen the masterpiece that is Sugawara’s wonderful voice actor singing Under the Sea, which has won the spot in my heart for cutest thing I’ve ever heard. I then proceeded to go off the deep end of Haikyuu voice actors singing and safe to say I was in no way disappointed, so here’s some Karasuno boys singing headcanons! If you have any requests my ask box is open 💖 enjoy!

Daichi

Is it just me or would Daichi not care if someone heard him singing

He seems like the type of person who hums all the time 

Partly because it helps relax him after yelling at the team all day LMAO He doesn’t necessarily sing with lyrics every chance he gets, but when he does he’s pretty casual about it

He’ll sing in the car a lot, and it was actually the first place you heard him

Boy has a soothing playlist for school days and you always like hearing his voice when he drives you in the mornings

Will hum when you’re both doing schoolwork in his or your house

Doesn’t realize he has a good voice, so he never tries to show off all that often in front of people and thus the team has not heard him full out sing yet

So when they does hear him like, actually singing for the first time at the end of practice they’re SHOOK

Tanaka and Nishinoya instantly start spamming you with texts, asking why you hid away such a precious secret for so long

You’re sitting in the library staring at your constantly vibrating phone like ??? doesn’t he sing all the time?

When you end up texting the boys this question they go absolutely feral

At this point Daichi is losing his voice yelling at the team to calm tf down

Suga is cackling in the corner of the team gym cause he been knew

It’s absolutely chaotic literally someone come save Daichi please-

Sugawara

HAHA GET READY BOYS

Official team mom of Karasuno sings all the damn time don’t even get me started

Always humming some upbeat tune doing schoolwork, cleaning up after practice, in the car, etc.

Seriously when is this sweet baby not singing

The team is well aware of this, especially the sideline cheer squad (Yamaguchi, moi ippon nice serve!) 

Tell me he does not make up rhyming cheers under his breath during matches I dare you

Will literally make up a stupid song on the spot to describe whatever he is currently doing or feeling

Hinata bathroom vibes tbh but it’s even more out of the blue

“Got an A on my exam today, and things are going my way”

“Suga, for the love of everything please stop”

“Daichi thinks I’ll listen to what he’ll say, but I’m singing more anyway”

He is always on board with karaoke whenever Karasuno has team bonding nights

One time you are invited to this by Suga himself and he gets up and starts singing a Disney song haha guess which one 

And as often as the team has heard him sing mans is feeling it tonight for whatever reason and y’all can tell

You have never heard anyone sing Under the Sea so passionately before but it’s a gift and you’re not complaining

Asahi

Boy is so insecure oh my gosh please give him some support

Very shy about singing in front of anyone and everyone

The only time you’ve ever heard him sing was when you were over at his house and he was taking a shower

You had gone downstairs to get a snack from the kitchen and when you come back up he’s singing alongside one of his playlists

You don’t know if it’s because of the steam and the solid acoustics in the bathroom but he doesn’t sound half bad

You try not to startle him as soon as he gets out because you know how flustered he’d get

But then a while later while y’all are studying on his bed you just casually bring it up like ‘You have a nice voice, Asahi’ and that’s all

He’s a little shocked at first that you heard him but kind of smiles and sighs in relief because you liked his singing!! 🥺

Precious teddy bear is totally happy for the rest of the week, like that’s how much your praise means to him sdlkgjfdjsof he’s too cute

Eventually warms up to humming little tunes around you

He’s really blushy when he does but you pretend not to notice for his sake lmao

It makes you so warm inside that he feels comfortable enough to let you hear him

Ennoshita

In this house we do not sleep on Ennoshita

As much as he is the mom of the second years he will flaunt his stuff whenever he gets the chance and this is one of those times

If a generic pop song is on at literally any point in time and he hears it, damn right he’s going to sing 

When it comes to singing Ennoshita is hands down the most chaotic no question about it

Sometimes he’ll actually sing a verse pretty decently

And then the next line is just the embodiment of a dumpster fire and he does not care

These are the only times that Tanaka and Noya get irritated with him and not the other way around

But Ennoshita doesn’t give a shit, he’s so cheeky

Like he’ll be walking through the mall and a banger of a song like Fergalicious comes on over the speakers? You’re done for

Even if he doesn’t know the lyrics at certain points, or deadass does not know any of them at all, he’ll just power through

If there is a sports banquet complete with dancing and music and the team attends, Ennoshita is tearing up the floor and singing his heart out

Honestly you’re a little scared to interfere cause what is he even doing-

He has made quite a few friends from opposing teams with his frankly lunatic level energy

I’m looking at you Oikawa, Tendou 

Tanaka

ANIME. INTROS.

He sounds EXACTLY like that opening singer from Bungou Stray Dogs I wonder why

No but actually we all heard his little song in season one, when he’s late and walking to the gym like what a king-

In summary he is a pretty good singer 

Most definitely a frequent participant during team karaoke nights and everyone enjoys his little performances

When he realizes that girls actually like guys who can sing he starts using this to his advantage 

And surprisingly it ended up working

You’re out at karaoke with some friends one night and you hop outside to get some more food for your group when you hear somebody slaying Rough Diamonds; your mind instantly goes to Food Wars

It catches your interest and then you realize...this dude goes to your school? You are positively whipped

He sees you from the doorway and when he realizes you’re enjoying the song he amps it up another three notches

Achievement get: girlfriend 

Karaoke dates and other such outings happen often, thank you very much

As much as he enjoys singing he does not overdo it like Ennoshita, who has been limited to three songs per night every time the group goes out, please for the sake of everyone’s eardrums

Nishinoya

As Tanaka’s best friend and as the co-president of simps everywhere, Nishinoya is another common singer during karaoke nights

Having fun and maybe picking up a cute girl at the end of it all? That’s literally his life agenda

He either goes for the badass, headbanging songs that are super energetic, or he jams out to the generic and famous pop groups’ songs

There is no in between

Noya has a slightly deeper singing voice but sometimes he’ll go for the stupid high notes for fun and just...completely fails

The fact that he has never successfully hit one of those notes doesn’t deter him in the slightest though; his goal is to get there at least once before he dies

He can sing so many popular TikTok audios and you can’t decide whether to be impressed or slightly disappointed with that fact

Noya doesn’t really sing at practice just because he’s focused, but when he’s walking home or getting food from Sakanoshita afterwards he might start randomly singing something

The type of person who has like a billion different playlists on his phone for the most obscure moods (honestly same Noya)

Like there’s one named “Bad Test Grade But I Won a Free Popsicle Kind of Feeling” don’t even ask 

Will put on a concert in his room and perform a whole lineup of these songs for you

Sometimes you think it’s just so he can avoid doing schoolwork but you let him get away with it occasionally

cause you’d never tell him but it’s so entertaining and kinda hot what

Tsukishima

OH GOD THIS BOY

I swear you have tried time and time again to figure out whatever the hell kind of music he listens to with those chonky headphones of his but you have never successfully completed that mission

There are only two - count em, TWO - instances where you have ever witnessed this embodiment of a salt shaker doing anything resembling singing

Number one was a literal meme TikTok where you were using Beyond the Mysterious Beyond from Land Before Time as your audio

You didn’t expect Tsukki to recognize it at all 

But he’s in the top corner of your phone screen and he is deadass LIP SYNCING EVERY WORD and you’re SENT INTO ORBIT 

DOES HE STUTTER? NOPE

Should have expected that Mr. Dinosaur Obsessed would have watched Land Before Time and loved the all the bops

That video is forever saved in your drafts because he’d literally end you if that went public but you refuse to completely get rid of it

Second time, our french fry child actually sings because Yamaguchi forces him to do a song with him lmao

It only lasts for about three verses but it’s all anyone has heard from him before and is therefore a blessing from above

If anyone has heard these two singing Sarishinohara on YouTube you know what I’m talking about if not look it up it’s an absolute gift 

Literal perfection in a duet like?? Everyone is depressed when they realize that Tsukki’s voice had been hidden from the world until that very moment

We will cherish this short taste of Singing! Tsukki for all time amen 😔🙏

Yamaguchi

Like Asahi, this precious bean is also shy about his singing 

But he will sometimes get a burst of confidence if he’s having a really good day or if someone is singing with him

When those moments arrive they are wonderful 

He sounds like an angel, not even exaggerating he’s just so pure

Has a very light tone no matter how the song originally sounds and it’s really soothing to be honest

When his little bouts of confidence wear off please for the love of God praise him in any way shape or form, it makes him feel good about himself 

On team bus rides to games, he and Yachi will sometimes sing fun tunes together to calm each others’ nerves and it’s incredibly precious

Tsukki will send you videos of this pregame ritual and you have a folder reserved for them in your camera roll 

Everyone say thank you Tsukki

He will sing for you if you’re feeling super down about something because he knows you love it 

Never fails to calm you down and cheer you up, and Yams knows in those moments that he would gladly sing for the rest of his life if it made you smile

We stan one soft, talented bean sprout 

Kageyama 

Another stubborn boy when it comes to singing in front of other people

He will hum on rare occasion but don’t expect much more

You start to realize that whenever he does start humming, though, it’s always the same song, so one day you ask him about it

It’s a song his grandfather used to sing to him when he was little and he uses it to calm himself down

You almost start crying on the spot because you know how much his grandpa meant to him 

Kags says there were lyrics to it but he doesn’t remember them besides a few random words scattered here and there

It becomes your personal mission to find the rest of the lyrics because you’ll be damned if your precious baby goes another day without hearing them again

Finally after countless obscure Google searches you find the song 

But you don’t know how to casually bring up the fact that you had spent hours obsessively looking for them into a conversation-

So one day you’re hanging out with Kageyama, but he’s been in an awful mood all week, and you decide to start singing the song that his grandpa used to but including the lyrics

And when he recognizes the words and puts the chorus together, he instantly relaxes and starts singing it with you

He is so touched and thankful that he can finally recall the song in its entirety, and now you both sing said song to each other whenever the other is feeling down

I love him so much my heart-

Hinata

When you find out he can sing you’re absolutely floored

Literally the only time in his life that Hinata can successfully speak English words and it’s in a song? And it’s coherent?? It’s a miracle

The whole team gets on his ass about sucking at English in class but being able to obliterate those lyrics when they come up in a song and the poor tangerine gets all huffy

hE’s tRyiNg HiS bESt oKaY                

His range is SO GOOD THOUGH WHAT-

You’re in the middle of a store with him and he’s been occasionally singing along to the music from the speakers and at this point you’re not even surprised at how good he sounds

But then he just starts singing in falsetto

BOI- When I say your jaw is on the floor I am not playing games 

The power he holds is beyond comprehension

He’s looking at you confused like did he do something wrong?

When you proceed to flip out over how great he just sounded baby gets so embarrassed how cute

Again, one of those people who just doesn’t know their gift and it makes him even more precious 

I would kill to have his capabilities like imagine the talent; if that whole volleyball thing doesn’t work out there’s also the music industry sir-

In conclusion: CAN SOMEONE PLEASE GET THIS SUNSHINE A MIC THANK YOU

[somethingbitchyythiswaycomes]

Hi! Can I request an ikevamp matchup? I'm a she Sagittarius(sun), moon in Aries, ascendant and Mars in Pisces, Mercury and Pluto in Sag, Cancer in Saturn, Virgo in Jupiter, Capricorn in Venus and Aquarius in Neptun and Uranus. INFJ-T, Ravenclaw and enneagram type 9. I'm 168 cm, I wear glasses, I have brown eyes and veeeeery long reddish brown hair (it overcomes my butt). Right now I'm in college on the architecture field. I plan to become an architect or something that has to do with art (though my heart wants me to transport in another dimension where I wear badass medieval assassin clothing while I'm riding a horse in the woods and have magical powers lmao). My hobbies include drawing, painting, playing the violin, listening to music (preferably hard rock, metal and folk-rock) and watching anime and reading webtoons. I was always a lone wolf, so I hardly have friends or hang out with them. I'm a shy, quiet person with social anxiety who doesn't socialize much, but I'll get out of my shell if I'm feeling comfortable around a particular person. I'm the quiet kid type of person in the class, so everyone expects me to stay like that, but when I'm angered or irritated (which rarely happens) I'm going WILD, and everyone is shook and silenced when that happens lmao. Since I'm introverted and have been bullied in the past, I don't like to be in the centre of attention and I don't feel comfortable around unknown people. Since I'm very sensitive I don't like when people hate me or yell at me and also can't tolerate flirting since I don't see it differently from harassment. I used to do many sports, since in my childhood I used to spend time with the boys because I would get along with them much more better than the snake girls back then lol. The sports I've done/still doing are football, basketball, volleyball, swimming, athletics, archery. I would like to try riding or sports that include weapons or combats, since I've always been into these kind of things. I'm more of a tomboy so I wear comfortable clothes like hoodies and I hate skirts and dresses, unless it has a medieval style, since I like that kind of aesthetic. I love, history (especially about warrior tribes like dacians or vikings), travelling, nature and animals (especially wolves, horses, owls, dogs and cats) and I really love sweets especially tiramisu. I have never dated someone before (I mean, come on, people have perceived me in any way except the romantic one), but I would like to date a guy that understands me and loves me the way I am. Also handsome and loyal. My dream home is a pretty house in the woods or living in a mansion/castle. Whichever it is I'm happy with it. Thank you! ^-^

I match you with: Vincent van Gogh

Vincent wouldn’t mind that you’re shy at all, in fact he can be rather shy himself.  But it wouldn’t be a problem because he’s so sweet and inviting that you’d never have to feel uncomfortable with him.

Vincent would never push you to be super talkative, but would always offer to help you around the mansion and try to make you feel as welcome as possible.

Once you warmed up to him and he started to learn more about you, he’d be your biggest fan!  He’d love working on art pieces with you, even if it meant you both working on separate projects in silence and sharing your work when you’re done.

Vincent isn’t very athletic, but if you took up any sort of athletic activity he’d once again come in clutch as your number one fan.  He’d love watching you practice archery, and be amazed at how skilled you are (probably do a painting inspired by how beautiful he thinks you look!).  If you took up fencing he’d root for you on the sidelines as you took on Napoleon or Jean.  If you invited him to a football or volleyball game in the modern world, he’d of course have no idea what was going on, but he’d love listening and learning all about your sport.

Honestly he just loves to listen to you talk about anything you’re passionate about.  His emotions are a bit stilted, but he’s so passionate about his art and the simple beauties in the world around him, and it brings him such joy to learn more about how the world looks through your eyes.

You’d be such a cozy and cute couple, even Theo would have to soften up around you!  Especially considering once Vincent saw that any snide comment of his bothered you, he’d be sure to let Theo know that absolutely will not fly. 

He may seem unassuming, but even though he knows you’re capable of protecting yourself, Vincent would go feral at the thought of anyone harming you emotionally or physically. 

I really think you’d both come to love each other’s quiet natures and bond over the fantastical ways you view the world around you.  Whether you decide to stay in the mansion or move to a nice cottage in the woods, you’d always feel safe and at home in Vincent’s kind arms. 

I hope you liked it!  <3

[mor-beck-more-problems]

Soul in Our Brains || Morgan & Bea

The Un-Dead Witches Club holds its first meeting.

Morgan had hoped that taking Anya on a hunting walk in the neighborhood would make her feel more at ease, and convince her that, no, she wasn’t a body snatcher, she was herself. To sweeten the deal, Morgan had even put on some of her old things and brought along a bag of treats to pepper down the walk. So far, Anya was cooperating, but with a fair amount of suspicion. She kept glaring at her, like how dare Morgan know her weakness for treats and leverage them against her. But she was willful enough, at least, not to let her irritation get in the way of her hunt. If anything, she sniffed and dug harder that the mounds of dirt for blood-crusted feathers, or still fleshy bones. Or, her favorite, baby rabbits in their burrows. She was sniffing out one now, circling a loose patch of grass, sniffing and wriggling in preparation to pounce. Rather and pull her away for the rabbits’ sake, Morgan lingered and let her try her best. It was the circle of life, the way of all things. Deirdre had tried to explain that to her before, but she often felt too sorry for the rabbits. Too small, too helpless. Anya couldn’t help her bloodlust, but at least pigeons had the strength to put up a good fight.

Anya backed up two paces, eyes focused. She pounced.

“HOLY SHIT!”

Morgan jumped back, jerking Anya off her balance.

She could have sworn there was nothing in front of her before, but suddenly, clear and real and very headless was Bea Vural.

“Uuuhhh…” She stammered, covering her mouth lest she scream again. “--Bea? Are you--? I’m seeing you, right--?”

There was very little to do as a ghost. Bea could not sleep nor eat nor speak to most people. It was boring, to say the least. She had taken to simply wandering, sometimes through the woods in search of her head. Today she found herself in front of her parents’ house. They had no idea the fate that had become of her, her sisters couldn’t tell them until after the ritual. Bea hoped there would be nothing to tell her mother. By the time Nisa returned to White Crest, her eldest daughter’s fate would be sealed. Either finally back from the dead or put to rest. Turning very quickly, she gaped at Morgan. The former witch had become a zombie. Morgan could see Bea. The relief that swept through Bea was clearly visible. “Yes. You are. I’m here. It’s been so long since I could speak to anyone,” She admitted. Blanche had been around, but she hated to put the medium through it looking like this. “Is that a cat on a leash?” She asked, suddenly distracted by the seemingly annoyed animal.

“Speak to anyone,” Morgan repeated, still trying to process. “Because you--” Only kind of have a head? That definitely didn’t come up in the talk she’d had, but then, why would it? Who would want to mention something awful like that? It took Morgan a few moments to digest the sight--it was different, knowing what Bea was supposed to look like. Knowing how confident, how certain and warm she was, how animated made her wispy form so much more eerie than the ghosts she saw at the cemetery. To Morgan, those spirits had always sported holes in their chests or cracks in their face, it was how they had always been. This Bea stood in painful contrast to who she knew, floating not in the spotlight but invisible, holding up her head to feel whole as the world phased right through her. “You’re a ghost,” she said at last. “I...I’ve heard from Nell. But not about...this. Uh….” Morgan fumbled for what to say next. Maybe she really had been too hard on her friends for not knowing how to talk around her own death. She looked down at Anya, circling the rabbits and fretting on her leash.

“Yes! That is...exactly what it looks like! That’s Anya, she’s--well, she was my familiar, and now I’m either on her shit list for dying or she thinks I’m some kind of evil body snatcher. She has a lot of energy, most of the time. Uh…sorry, it just feels weird talking about my cat in the yard while--” She paused to wave at one of the neighbor kids. Becoming known as the bounce house lady sure had its drawbacks when you suddenly needed to be discreet. “While Braylee and her brother walk their dog. Can we--is it weird to just invite you to my place for a bit? Deirdre’s at work, it’ll just be the two of us. And the cats.”

“It took awhile for me to make it back here. And at first I wasn’t tethered here so I kept fading,” Bea explained, glancing down at her feet. She half expected herself to begin to fade away just from speaking about it. She glanced around them, understanding Morgan’s hesitation quickly. God she had forgotten people would think Morgan was losing her mind if she sat there in the front yard talking to someone they couldn't see. “Of course, probably best the neighbors don’t think you’re losing it.” Glancing around, she pointed at the house nearby,“Is this one your’s?”

As Bea explained the time she’d been having, Morgan realized she didn’t know the first thing about being a ghost. They looked so idle and peaceful, she hadn’t thought that it would take just as much effort for them to pull themselves together into a shape as it did for her to make it out the door on her low days. Seen through their struggle, it was hard not to wonder if all the undead weren’t straining against some ancient curse. “That must have been so exhausting,” she murmured. “That must be…” she shook her head, at a loss. “No, we’re down the road, but it’s not far. Although I guess for us, time and tiredness is all relative and--” She couldn’t help but look at Bea in earnest, however strange it was. “I hate it when people tell me they’re sorry about what happened to me, but I don’t know what else to say, except...I am glad to see you. And...stars, I wish you didn’t have to hurt like this. But we can talk about all this inside, I think.” She pulled on Anya’s leash and turned back in the direction of home. “Come on, Anya,” she cooed. The black cat stiffened and glared before sulking along. Yeah, definitely wasn’t going to be winning any points with her today.

It had been exhausting. Pulling herself to Blanche had made her fade for days after. However, it was getting easier for Bea as the days went and as they got closer to the ritual. Having a reason to stay tethered her, though she hated the idea of what would happen if the ritual failed. She didn’t want to be like this forever. “I’m sure there’s worse to go through,” She answered mildly, instead of giving Morgan the truth, having no desire to spread her misery to other people. “I know what you mean. I’ve been able to see more of this town as a ghost because I never have to sleep.” She was glad that Morgan didn’t offer a sorry. Bea wasn’t particularly sorry for what had happened. She had made the decision to save her sisters and she would do it again, even if there was no chance she could come back. She was sure they felt guilty over it all and frankly, she hated it. “Thank you. It’s a breath of fresh air to be seen and heard.” After visiting Felix, she had been rather sure she would only have Blanche. Morgan took a certain amount of ache out of her chest. “I didn’t know you lived near my parents,” She said softly as she followed behind Morgan. “It’s a nice neighborhood here.”

Morgan couldn’t help but chuckle. With Bea behind her, it was almost like she was really here, just having a normal talk. “Yeah, I didn’t either, until I ran into your mom at the shops. I think she got the entire store’s attention on us, just so she could say hi. If I didn’t know any better, I’d have guessed she got someone to position one of those fans to windsweep her hair just right as she came over to hug me. It was uh, a lot of questions to field about my love life, but you can’t really dish about inter-species relationships when you're just on a run for fresh blueberries, so--” She shook her head, a sheepish smile just visible as she stopped herself from looking back to face Bea fully. “...Does she know? Your mom?” She asked, turning the corner and coming up to the white house she shared with Deirdre. “Nell said not to tell anyone, and I figure everyone needs their privacy, but I just...I know how hard and awful it is, to have to spread news like that.” She cleared her throat, not knowing if this was the sort of thing Bea wanted to talk about. She’d been fading in and out for how many weeks now? Without anyone to talk to? “We’re um, we’re here,” she said awkwardly, leading them up the walk and through the front door.

“She does everything like she’s on stage,” Bea chuckled. “I wouldn’t be shocked if she had some magic going to make sure she always looked like that.” Her mother had so many tricks that she did to make sure she always looked her best, it honestly impressed Bea at times. Nisa had a spell for everything, even the things no one else seemed to think of. “Probably not the place to do it,” She laughed again. Her mother would probably approve of the relationship if only because it had Morgan in this side of town. Nisa did put a lot of importance on money. Bea knew the right thing to do would be to let her mother know, but she knew what would come after. “No. I asked my sisters to wait to tell her.” She was tempted to spill the details of the ritual to Morgan, but the risk outweighed the reward at this point. She couldn’t have a wild card when it came to knowing about the necromancy. She wanted to trust her, but Bea didn’t know enough about the other woman’s connections to the coven to trust it. “She’ll blame them,” She admitted. Her mother would take her grief out of her younger daughters and Bea wanted to delay that as much as she could. Following Morgan in, she smiled. “It’s a beautiful place you guys have. Thank you for inviting me.”

“Oh, because she’s away? Is there no getting her back sooner, or--” Morgan sighed. Much as the Vurals had tried to welcome her in, she really wasn’t privy to the inner workings of their families. She waited for Bea to come in before closing the door. She could phase through as well as any other ghost but it somehow seemed more polite to give her the kind of gestures she would have been afforded if she were still alive. Morgan stopped short of offering her something to drink. Even she, almost two months dead, struggled to feel anything but resentful of food she couldn’t taste, unless the mood for texture really struck her. So, only one cold glass for this visit. Morgan let Anya off her harness and lead Bea into the great room, promptly deflating onto the couch. “It’s my pleasure. And hey, if you ever get lonely, you can count on at least one whole undead friend to always be able to see you. My girlfriend too, actually, but I don’t know if that would make you feel too...vulnerable, or something. How--how has it really been, Bea? From my experience, waking up dead is kind of a bitch.”

They were lucky this all happened when their mother was away, Bea wasn’t sure how they would hide this all from Nisa. The matriarch of the Vurals was far too nosy to ignore Bea’s presence being missing from the theater. “She’s in Turkey with my dad for the solar eclipse and I have a thing I want to settle before they find out.” She hoped it was vague enough that Morgan wouldn’t be suspicious but there was no good reason for Bea to avoid telling her mother that she was dead. “It really is a relief to know that you can hear me. I ... I had someone very close to me find a way to see me but we couldn’t speak. And I can’t speak to Blanche for too long, not looking like this.” The fact that Morgan wasn’t repulsed by the sight of her was a blessing. She wasn’t sure how she would do if another person vomited at the sight of her. A pained smile took over Bea’s face. “To say that it’s lonely is a gross understatement. And some days it feels like I’ll lose myself with how angry I am.” She shrugged, “I’ll be fine though. There’s not much to do about it.”

“A thing, huh? Okay.” Morgan’s brow arched with interest, but she didn’t press. Talking about anything to do with life was fraught, worse so when the death was recent. But Bea’s remark about seeing the people in her life gave her pause. “I’ve seen my fair share of ghosts by now. As you can probably guess, you’re definitely still one of the pretty ones--” Her face was at least fully intact, although it was still hard to redirect her eyes to Bea’s head rather than the empty space above her neck. “You can come here anytime you feel like it. And you don’t have to...I mean it does suck. I’m trying to be all well adjusted, but it’s...worth being angry about. I don’t think that’s a bad thing to feel. I mean, we were witches, and now the only magic we can touch is the magic that’s keeping us on this plane of existence. Which, I’m grateful for, for both of us, but...it feels cruel sometimes.” But her state, like Morgan's, might be permanent. Adjusting and managing might be all that was left. She looked at the oldest Vural thoughtfully, considering her own brand of courage and determination, reaching out for people, trying to have something, even like this. It reminded her of something. “Bea...do you mean Felix?” She asked.

“I can’t say much about it.” Bea knew she was technically lying to Morgan, but this was something she couldn’t admit to just yet. It put the whole plan in danger if Morgan didn’t agree with it. She wasn’t going to let her chance to come back slip through her fingers because of friendship. “Even so, she has a weak stomach and I know she doesn’t like to look at me when I’m like this. I can’t actually blame her.” She was sure she would feel a bit queasy herself if someone she cared for showed up without a head. “It’s certainly cruel. There are moments where it feels like the universe is trying to get back at me for something.” It was nice being here with Morgan. She understood better than anyone else what had been lost. The disconnect Bea felt from magic had been like losing a part of herself, it was indescribable, but she didn’t even have to try with Morgan. Bea was glad that Morgan had seen her like this rather than anyone else. She looked at Morgan in surprise,“Yes I do. How did you know?”

Morgan’s look widened, gaping with delight. “Oh my god! You’re the girl!” She gasped, then covered her mouth, trying to cover the look of awe and gossip on her face. “Oh, that’s---that’s wonderful. Maybe not now, yet, but it will! We’ll...figure something out, somehow. You will, Bea.” Then, remembering her question. “We got to talking recently, and he said something about a girl. How you didn’t get to say everything plain and clear before you passed. And that it was complicated now, because of that. And you told me he was your best friend one, pretty excitedly too, I gotta say.” She looked at Bea thoughtfully, dropping her hand to grin. “Maybe there’s something about witches and fae that make them hard to resist. Maybe we just found the best ones there are. I wish it could’ve happened for you sooner, Bea,” she sighed.

It was bittersweet to know that Felix had spoken to Morgan. Bea smile became tight as she remembered how difficult it had been to speak to him. “I might have had to tell him the depth of my feelings through a board. He couldn’t hear me.” Looking back at it, she felt terrible for how she told him. He deserved more than her admitting her feelings like that. “It was in front of my face for years. When he found out that I was a witch and he let go of his glamour around me, I knew something was changing. I just didn’t realize what until I was gone.” She sighed along with Morgan, “If we can’t find some way to work it out in the end, could you make sure he knows I want him to be happy?”

Morgan looked sorrowfully at Bea as she explained the rest of the story. She couldn’t imagine sitting like something on that for years, but maybe when someone made you feel that safe all the time, you didn’t notice the pull between bodies or the exact texture of warmth or longing between an embrace. She’d heard these things were said, at least. And maybe it was a tragedy in its own way, to take such things for granted without realizing. Morgan had never considered the alertness and sensitivity that came with her series of losses might be a good thing. She couldn’t help but notice when she was getting attached, even if the realization was followed with dread or nervousness. But maybe it was. “I’ll tell him, Bea,” she said gently. “But don’t give up yet, okay. Hey, how are you with holding things as a ghost? Have you thought about sending him a letter? An old fashioned guy like him, maybe it’ll make him brighten up a little. And…” she tried to think. “I don’t know. There’s got to be some magic to make you a little more...you. If you could possess a radio, or a phone, that might--I don’t know. But you were the one who thought being dead didn’t mean I had to stop being a witch completely. I can try to look, if you want.”

Bea knew that she would know whether or not her message should be delivered soon enough. She would refuse her sisters if they failed and wanted to try again. She had read about people who refused to give up and how even after succeeding their loved one was wrong. She didn’t want to come out of this wrong and twisted. “I haven’t been able to hold anything yet. Blanche said it may take me a while to learn. Since I’ve lasted more than two weeks I think I’ll start to get strong enough to do it, but it can take a long time.” She wasn’t sure she wanted to wait that long, she didn’t think she could wait that long before she turned into a bitter ghost. She smiled slightly at Morgan,”I did say that. If you have the time to look, I wouldn’t mind it if you did. I can always use more opinions.”

“I’m a zombie, Bea. I have nothing but time,” Morgan said. “The ocean fills with ink, the sun blinks on the hour, my girlfriend goes on a mushroom ring bender, and I’m still here, somehow still with enough time to feel bored. Or sad. But Felix has been helping with that, purely in the medicinal sense, so we’re clear.” She regarded her thoughtfully. It wasn’t fair, how she could see the furniture through Bea’s back, how her expressions were limited without the use of tilting her head on her own. “I’ll do whatever I can that you think will help, Bea,” she said softly. “It’s the least I can do. We...stars, I know we weren’t ever, you know, the closest or anything. You always seemed to have things together, while I was running around like a headless chicken, but I know...something about how isolating it is to be dead. Those pieces inside you that feel like they’ve been cut out, where your magic was. It’s...the worst thing, feeling how much a part of you it all was by feeling the hole it leaves. And I can’t say that I’ve found a way to fill mine yet either, just that it’s scabbed over. But I know we didn’t do anything wrong. Well, you didn’t, anyway. Maybe there’s not a way to fix everything, but if there’s a way to make this good, I’ll help. Even if it’s just someone to talk to who knows where your eyeballs are.”

“I might not understand it at the same level, but I get having so much time you don’t know what to do.” Being a ghost was boring in ways that Bea couldn’t explain. Not being able to rest was something that bothered her much more than she realized it would. If she came back, she was going to appreciate her sleep much more than she used to. “I think we could have been great friends if things hadn’t worked out this way.” She hoped that if things went well this would make them great friends. Bea was sure that she would need friends who understood dying as something more than an abstract construct. She couldn’t help the slight laugh at ‘headless chicken’,“Well, I’m the headless one now, so don’t worry.” She listened to Morgan carefully, finding a bit of solace in knowing that she didn’t have to be okay so soon. “Scabbing is good… It means it’s healing right?” She considered Morgan for a few moments,“I don’t think you did anything wrong either. Neither one of us deserved what happened.” It was unexpected, how this conversation made her so happy. She hadn’t felt quite so light since her death, though she supposed being heard for the first time in weeks by someone other than Blanche would do that. She’d have to thank Morgan for this if she came back. “Speaking to someone who can see my eyes is a perk. I didn’t realize how important that was until now,” She told her with a soft chuckle.

Morgan’s face dropped. She would have blanched with embarrassment if there was any circulation left in her, but as it was, she covered her face, eyes wide and parted her hands enough to reveal a grimace. Sorry, she mouthed. But Bea took it nicely in stride and she felt just brave enough to let out a nervous laugh. “I want to be your friend too, Bea. The dead witches club is very exclusive, you know. I don’t think they’ll be admitting more members anytime soon. We gotta celebrate what we’ve got.” Her coy, wry smile turned sad, because sometimes it really was like there was so little. All they could do was hang on, but it was hard, on the worst days, not to feel like she was being a desperate fool. She hadn’t felt that way in a while, thanks to Felix’s magic pills, but it was in her, buried like a corpse in a shallow grave, like bones just waiting to be found. She managed a smile at Bea, knowing she understood the strain behind it, however bright she seemed, however earnestly it was meant. “Healing is good, yeah. And I’m glad--” She reached out and gave Bea’s nose a gentle boop, approximate to the cold wisp of air that formed it. “--to be able to offer something. Even if it’s small. We need all the good we can get, I think.”

“I would hope we add no others anytime soon. The witch community needs a break,” Bea said with a raspy laugh. Her smile turned sharp as she thought of August’s soon death. He wouldn’t be admitted to the club, she’d make sure of that. The coven wasn’t losing anyone important with his demise. They were doing the world a favor getting rid of that worm. Even if Bea didn’t end up coming back, she’d be glad that he’d be wiped away from the earth. Her hand went to her nose, a bit surprised that Morgan was so casual with touch towards a ghost. “Not many people out there that understand. Being around you has been good. Really good. I think I needed this a lot more than I thought I did.”

[purplesurveys]

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What's your favourite sport? Do you prefer to watch it or play it?: I love pro wrestling, if you count that as a sport. I definitely prefer to just stay in front of a TV – I have never been in a ring, nor am I physically fit to even give it a shot without getting harshly injured. Conversely, I love table tennis but I’d rather play it than watch a game.

Who was the last person to send you a friend request on Facebook?: It was a stranger who, upon checking, seems to be some sort of spam account promoting a pyramid scheme. Happy to nope the fuck out of there.

Have you ever been to that person's house?: Definitely not. I don’t add people I didn’t know on any level, anyway.

How recently did you wash your hands?: This morning when I cleaned up after Cooper.

How many girls do you know named Emma?: Not a common name here, so I don’t know any Emmas.

[trigger warning under this I guess. Lots of angst going on at the moment.]

Are you upset, for any reason at all?: Yeah. I’ve been feeling very upset and under stress lately...to give you an idea, I find it a personal achievement to have gotten up and taken this survey. I’m at least self-aware that this is a temporary slump, but while it’s here hanging around, it really sucks to be in it.

How did you feel when you woke up today?: Shitty. The only reason I got up at all was to feed my dogs but otherwise I’ve been glued to either the couch or my bed.

When you're stressed, what helps you to relax or calm down?: Lately, it’s episodes of Good Mythical Morning. Rhett, Link, and their crew will never have any idea just how much they’ve helped this 22 year old, now-wondering-what-her-purpose-is-in-life fresh college graduate keep sane, but I’m glad they have hours upon hours of content and podcasts lying around to keep me company while no one else can.

What were you doing before you started this survey?: I finished another survey that I abandoned yesterday, and was watching GMM to fill up the silence in my room.

Is there something else you should be doing, that's more important?: I’ve been job-hunting 24/7 but lately I’ve been giving myself a break on weekends since no one will be processing applications or booking interviews on a Saturday anyway.

When was the last time you neglected to do something that you'd planned?: Around noon today.

Is there someone that can always make you smile no matter how bad you feel?: Apparently not. I’ve been a wreck all month so far and nothing has worked. Before September, I certainly thought animals or certain humans worked as cures for me.

Do you have any friends that you feel don't fully appreciate you?: I don’t feel that way about them. I think my friends care for me a whole lot, which I appreciate. I’ve had friends come to my DMs quite a few times in the last few days with messages of support since I’ve been a little vocal about how sad I’ve been feeling these days, so I for sure don’t feel invisible. Making me feel present is the best gift anyone could give me.

When was the last time someone told you that you were beautiful?: Last week when Gab came over.

Who was the last person that apologised to you?: Myself.

What were they apologising for?: Haven’t been looking out for myself recently.

Do you think they meant it?: I guess not, because I still haven’t stopped being destructive towards myself.

Would you be embarrassed if your parents looked at your Facebook?: I have them as my friends so they see everything. But I’m 22, so while they can complain about some of my posts (and it’s usually the political ones lol), they can’t tell me to take anything down anymore the same way they were able to do so when I was younger.

Describe the personality of the person you have feelings for.: She’s very warm, understanding, generous, and immeasurably protective of the people she loves.

What does your pencil case look like? What's in it?: I have a plush dog pencilcase that I use for my pens and pencils (given by my sister) and a pink pencilcase with a floral design that holds my highlighters (given by Jane).

In your Facebook friends list, who is the first person listed under 'D'?: Some girl named Abby whose surname begins with D. She was someone from my high school and we mutually know each other, but we’re not friends and we’ve never even talked.

How did you meet him/her?: I’ve never talked to her but I’ve known of her since grade school I guess? since she’s my sister’s batchmate.

Did the last person you kissed have facial hair?: No.

You're locked in a room with your ex. Any problems?: It would just be my girlfriend too so there wouldn’t be any problems, except that I’d probably break down crying upon seeing her again because I’ve barely pulled myself together over the last week and have had to go through it alone.

Be honest. What are you most afraid of?: These days I’m definitely doubting my capabilities and achievements and all the shit I’ve put on my resumé and portfolio, and now I’m scared if any company will even give me a chance. I’m honestly holding a little bit of resentment for every employed person right now because I have seen absolutely no one talk about how brutal this whole process/waiting game is, lol. This is so SHITTY, is it just difficult for me or what???? I’m so baffled.

In the last 24 hours, have you seen or spoken to anyone you dislike?: I’ve dealt with myself, but that’s it.

What colour are the eyes of the last person that told you they loved you?: Dark brown. 

What is a word or phrase that you say often?: I like saying “I guess” because it makes me sound unsure about most things and thus makes me not 100% accountable if things go wrong hah. I do have another answer that’s more in line with the angst and depression I’ve been going through recently, and it’s that I’ve repeating BoJack Horseman’s ‘piece of shit’ monologue to himself, but this time saying it to myself.

Name 3 songs that remind you of someone special.: Sparks by Coldplay; anything by Mitski; and anything by St. Vincent.

How much chocolate do you have in your house atm, if any?: We have...a lot. We still have the chocolate cake from Nina’s birthday and we recently received an entire pack of various fun-size chocolate bars like Twix, Three Musketeers, etc. from my aunt. We also have chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream that I normally would finish up in a day, but I’ve been saving it for every future job rejection I receive. 

Who is the most intelligent person you know?: Chesca.

Do you have younger siblings? If you do, are you protective of them?: Yes. I’m protective of my sister but I don’t show it lol. We are not showy in this family.

Who was the last person you insulted?: Idk probably a politician on social media.

What are the other members of your household doing at this moment?: I have not gone out of my room all day...I did not miss this sensation. It’s been a while since I’ve locked myself up for this long.

Do you have any neighbours that you don't get along with?: There’s a house behind ours that loudly plays 80s and 90s power ballads and love songs and it gets insanely irritating and makes the neighborhood feel cheap, but I keep my feelings to myself and I’ve never actually confronted them about it and asked them to stop or decrease their speaker’s volume.

How recently did you speak to the last person you kissed?: Like 30 minutes ago. I’m not very talkative these days and it was actually just the second time today that I initiated a bried conversation. I feel bad for her, and I can’t wait to get better so I can start treating her right again.

Who was the last person you told to get lost, or something similar?: I don’t usually tell this to people.

Give me a random line from the last song you listened to.: “We know better so we’d both better go.”

Have you ever had an argument with the last person you Facebook messaged?: Lots. She’s my girlfriend lol.

Do you have any plans for tonight?: I don’t know. If I feel any better, I’d practice and review for my upcoming interview this Tuesday, but if I’m not okay by then...I don’t know. I’ve stopped planning my days out recently and just go where my legs take me.

Where were you at 9 o'clock last night?: I was at the dining table trying to take a survey, but I quickly lost interest in it.

In the past week, have you slept past midday?: Kind of. Like I mentioned, Gabie’s on the night shift so I’ve been keeping her company, which means I occasionally take naps in the afternoon.

Is there anything happening tomorrow, that you're looking forward to?: No. I’m so scared of tomorrows now.

Is there anyone you used to be friends with, that you now dislike?: I dislike Athenna only because of her attitude and the way she treated Angela during the last few days of their friendship. I don’t have any personal beef with her, at least I don’t think I have. She likes stirring up shit though and I won’t be surprised if she was able to make up a story about me to get our other friends to dislike me.

What is your least favourite chocolate bar?: Eh, I’m pretty picky about chocolate bars so I have more brands that I dislike than the ones I do enjoy. I only like Reese’s, Butterfinger, Twix, and Whittaker’s. 

Do any of your friends or relatives have the same birthday as you?: Just this girl I went to grade school with named Mitch. Otherwise, April 21 babies are a rare breed apparently.

Name the last song that made you cry.: O by Coldplay.

Who do you miss at this moment?: The me from like two weeks ago lol. How far I’ve fallen.

Where is that person?: Stuck in August, I guess.

Have you ever dyed your hair an unnatural colour?: No.

Have you had any deep conversations today?: No.

Is your television on atm?: It’s not, but I have my phone playing GMM videos on YouTube to keep me company.

If it is, what are you watching?: It’s one of their product test videos.

Are you wearing anything blue?: My shirt is blue, actually.

Who were the last 5 people to make you smile?: Rhett and Link, and that’s pretty much it.

Do you use Twitter?: Sure.

Tell me about the last YouTube video you watched. They’re pitting brand name cleaning products and natural cleaning products against each other and seeing which one is more effective. I love these videos of theirs, hahaha.

Is there anything else you'd like to say?: No, I feel like I’ve grilled myself enough in this survey.

[dinosaurs-last-day]

I was thinking 1 through 70, but I realize it's a lot. How about just 1 and 70 to let you off easy 😊❤️.

Nah, you asked for 1 through 70 and I am always up for a challenge. I’m going to do that now! CHALLENGE ACCEPTED YAY!

Plus, I love how you saw the list and though “ALL OF THEM!” I really made me laugh. Thank you for that.

here we go!

01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents?

Not really. I mean, we get along and we try not to fight. But we have very different beliefs on very big topics, so I have to keep that to myself. They definatly have their faults and it definately affected my childhood and our relationship. In the future, after I move out, I will distance myself from the a lot, but I hope that I won’t have to cut them out. 

02: Who did you last say “I love you” to? 

My little brother. He’s adorable.

03: Do you regret anything? 

So many things, I could write a book about my regrets. 

04: Are you insecure? 

Very, I’m insecure about almost everything. Ask literally anyone close to me and they will tell you. 

05: What is your relationship status? 

Single, single, single. And at this point in life, with all of my past relationships, I doubt I will even consider a relationship for a long while. Too much pain and fear for rejection and that type of stuff.

06: How do you want to die?

Honestly, I think it would be cool to die from alcohol poisoning or something like that. But if we are being realistic, any way that isn’t painful, like in my sleep.

 07: What did you last eat? 

a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. 

08: Played any sports?

In the past, I have played both baseball and softball on teams. I haven’t played any sports in the past 8-9 years and I doubt I will any time soon.

 09: Do you bite your nails?

nope, never did. 

 10: When was your last physical fight? 

My dad and I will roughhouse a lot. I tend to stay away from real physical fights. 

11: Do you like someone? 

I do like someone. Sadly, that didn’t work out and I am currently trying to figure out how to get over her.

12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours?

Yes. I have gone to multiple youth group all nighters where they lock you in a building and give you a bunch of stuff to do so that you don’t sleep. I’ve done it three times and have never lost it. 

 13: Do you hate anyone at the moment? 

I mean, I always hate myself, does that count? Honestly, a little. For almost a year now, I’ve hated this girl who was talking shit about me because she heard a rumor and decided to hate me. I’ve mostly gotten over it, but I still really don’t like this girl.

14: Do you miss someone?

@trixxyneko. I miss her a lot. 

 15: Have any pets?

Does a little brother count? No, I do not. My family rents a house and our landlord says no pets. We almost adopted a dog that broke into our house, but we couldn’t because of the landlord.

 16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment?

Tired, sore.

 17: Ever made out in the bathroom?

Made out, yes. In a bathroom, nope. 

 18: Are you scared of spiders? 

Not really. I don’t like them and think they are creepy, but I wouldn’t say that I am scared of them. 

19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance? 

Depends on where I was allowed to go back in time. Plus, do I have to sit back and watch for fear of ruining the timeline, or can I participate? These are all questions I would want answers to before making that decision. 

20: Where was the last place you snogged someone?

At a party, a year and a half ago.

 21: What are your plans for this weekend?

watch anime. Quarantined rn, so not much to do.

 22: Do you want to have kids? How many?

I want to adopt one kid. Maybe two depending on where I am and life and who I marry. 

 23: Do you have piercings? How many? 

Only regular earring piercings, but I want more.

24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)? 

Best subject is probably math. Even though I hate math...

25: Do you miss anyone from your past?

not really. I can’t think of anyone. I’ve had to say goodbye to a lot of people because I move a lot. But if I’m super close to someone, I will stay in touch one way or another. 

 26: What are you craving right now?

chocolate

 27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart? 

I wouldn’t say BROKEN, but I have broken up with a dude who followed me around like a puppy dog. He fine tho, at least, that’s what I’ve been told. 

28: Have you ever been cheated on? 

no.

29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry?

I don’t think so, I hope not.

 30: What’s irritating you right now?

This virus and the quarantine. Usually, I stay inside on my own accord, but I hate the fact that my choice has been taken away. I understand why, and I agree, but it does cramp my style. 

 31: Does somebody love you?

I doubt it. I’m a potato and if someone loved me, I’d call them crazy and insane.

 32: What is your favorite color?

I love blues, specifically aquamarine, gray, and purple. 

 33: Do you have trust issues?

Yes. I have had a good number of bad friendships that have given me trust issues. 

 34: Who/what was your last dream about? 

I don’t really dream, and if I do, I forget it immediately, so idk...

35: Who was the last person you cried in front of? 

My mirror. Honestly, I cried watching RWBY a few weeks ago, so my siblings.

36: Do you give out second chances too easily? 

Yeah, I trust people even when they don’t really earn that trust. And for me, that means believing that people will change even if they don’t. 

37: Is it easier to forgive or forget?

Forgive. I very much live by the forgive but don’t forget thing. It’s not that I try to remember, I just have a really good memory.

 38: Is this year the best year of your life?

Absolutely not. I look around at what is happening in both the entire world and my personal life, and I feel despair. 

 39: How old were you when you had your first kiss? 

14 years old.

40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked? 

NO. I have no self confidence, I can’t even walk around my house without two or three layers of clothing on and be comfortable. 

51: Favorite food? 

PICKLES and ICE CREAM. But not together, that’s gross. 

52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason?

Yes, otherwise, I wouldn’t be able to live in this chaos. I have to believe in that for my own sanity. 

 53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night?

Read fanfiction.

 54: Is cheating ever okay?

No. What type of question is that? Cheating is never okay. If you enter a relationship, you are dedicating yourself to that person until you two break up, if you do that. If you want to be with someone else, you need to leave the relationship you are already in.

 55: Are you mean? 

I don’t think so. I can be mean at times, but I am not mean in the sense that I get joy from it and am mean regularly. 

56: How many people have you fist fought? 

zero. again, i don’t like fighting.

57: Do you believe in true love?

yes, I do. 

 58: Favorite weather? 

rain. 

59: Do you like the snow? 

yeah, but I don’t see it often. I could probably count the times I’ve played in snow on one hand.

60: Do you wanna get married? 

yes.

61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby?

Depends on my relationship with them. I have been called babe by dudes hitting on me and I hate that. But if it is someone I am close to, I don’t see why not, it’s them trying to show affection. though why they would like me is beyond me

 62: What makes you happy?

fandoms, music.

 63: Would you change your name?

maybe. I’ve thought about it, a lot. 

 64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed?

YES, VERY HARD. Let’s just say that the last time I kissed someone, I wasn’t in the best mental health place and them giving me attention felt good. Looking back, they aren’t a good person and I hate myself for falling for all that. 

 65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? 

Seeing as how I am a lesbian, I’d tell them that I’m not interested, but I would love to still be their friend.

66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around? 

Yeah. He’s amazing. We both have crackhead energy, though he has more of it. 

67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to?

Same friend as the last question. We texted last night in a group chat.

 68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?

My discord server and I have had a few deep conversations. I’d say them. 

 69: Do you believe in soulmates? 

I don’t really know. I guess? Yeah, I do. 

70: Is there anyone you would die for?

All of my close friends.

Welp, that’s done. Thank you so much for the laugh and the questions. I hope these answers of satisfying and if they arent, oh well. 

[nightunite]

I'm the soft sibling but... A-all of them??

I’ve been waiting, my sibster...

1. Who was the last person you held hands with?

Probably @safetyfirstbiatch

 2. Are you outgoing or shy? 

Shy in the beginning, outgoing afterwards!

3. Who are you looking forward to seeing? 

@safetyfirstbiatch @tricksandmagix

4. Are you easy to get along with? 

Sometimes

5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you? 

Probably not

6. What kind of people are you attracted to? 

Loyal, funny, can tease me like I tease them, won’t mock my anxiety, etc.

7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now? 

Nope

8. Who from the opposite gender is on your mind? 

Gonna say Bucky Barnes

9. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable? 

Nah

10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with? 

@binkysteebnpewter @breadgenie892 @fuzzy-cloud-head-queen @andyl394

11. What does the most recent text that you sent say? 

“I might post this on tumblr”

12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now? 

Blink-182: Black rain

Halsey&Marina Mashup: Gasoline and Savages

Saweetie: My type

Dermot Kennedy: Power Over You

chillpill: Fuck the Club

13. Do you like it when people play with your hair? 

Nope

14. Do you believe in luck and miracles? 

Yep

15. What good thing happened this summer? 

SHAVED ICE AND THE FAM

16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again? 

Nah

17. Do you think there is life on other planets? 

Yes

18. Do you still talk to your first crush? 

Nah

19. Do you like bubble baths? 

Yes

20. Do you like your neighbors? 

Nah

21. What are you bad habits? 

Impulsive, loud, awkward, dont like vacuuming

22. Where would you like to travel? 

Yes

23. Do you have trust issues? 

Yes

24. Favorite part of your daily routine? 

Nap time

25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with? 

Thighs

26. What do you do when you wake up? 

Play Animal Crossing

27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker? 

No but I wish it was healthy

28. Who are you most comfortable around? 

@safetyfirstbiatch

29. Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up? 

Yup

30. Do you ever want to get married? 

Sure

31. If your hair long enough for a pony tail? 

It’s always up so yeah

32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with?

None?

 33. Spell your name with your chin. 

(Cant attempt this tbh I have a big ol hormone zit about ready to pop)

34. Do you play sports? What sports? 

Nope

35. Would you rather live without TV or music? 

Without TV

36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them? 

Of course!

37. What do you say during awkward silences?

Some stupid joke or story

 38. Describe your dream girl/guy? 

I’ve answered this in previous asks but see #6

39. What are your favorite stores to shop in? 

Lush, Barnes&Noble, Candy Stores

40. What do you want to do after high school? 

I’m already a college graduate, but lab work

41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance? 

No

42. If your being extremely quiet what does it mean? 

I’m either busy, sleeping, or anxious

43. Do you smile at strangers? 

Sometimes

44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean?

Outer space

 45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning? 

Animal Crossing and food

46. What are you paranoid about?

Everything tbh anxiety sucks 

47. Have you ever been high? 

No

48. Have you ever been drunk? 

No

49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about? 

No but I’ve been hella simping

50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore? 

Grey and yellow, my hufflepuff hoodie

51. Ever wished you were someone else?

Nah

 52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself? 

Have healthier skin aka no genetic issues

53. Favourite makeup brand?

Dont wear any

 54. Favourite store? 

Barnes&Noble

55. Favourite blog? 

@bunjywunjy

56. Favourite colour? 

Periwinkle

57. Favourite food? 

I’m a slut for pretzel bites right now

58. Last thing you ate? 

Cheese ravioli

59. First thing you ate this morning?

Sour cream&onion chips

 60. Ever won a competition? For what? 

Won a ribbon for a literary contest

61. Been suspended/expelled? For what? 

Nah

62. Been arrested? For what? 

Nah

63. Ever been in love? 

Don’t know tbh

64. Tell us the story of your first kiss? 

Already answered this on previous asks, but it was after a movie in his car

65. Are you hungry right now? 

Nah

66. Do you like your tumblr friends more than your real friends? 

Nah, they’re equal

67. Facebook or Twitter? 

Twitter

68. Twitter or Tumblr? 

Tumblr

69. Are you watching tv right now? 

Nah

70. Names of your bestfriends? 

@safetyfirstbiatch @tricksandmagix

71. Craving something? What? 

Shaved ice, blue raspberry and lime flavor

72. What colour are your towels? 

Salmon pink and mold green, got em real ugly

72. How many pillows do you sleep with? 

2, one under my head and one against my side

73. Do you sleep with stuffed animals? 

Yup a Totodile

74. How many stuffed animals do you think you have? 

Like 80+

75. Favourite animal? 

Frogs

76. What colour is your underwear? 

Black

77. Chocolate or Vanilla? 

Chocolate

78. Favourite ice cream flavour? 

Chocolate

79. What colour shirt are you wearing? 

Black

80. What colour pants? 

Black

81. Favourite tv show? 

Masterchef

82. Favourite movie? 

James and the Giant Peach

83. Mean Girls or Mean Girls 2? 

Mean Girls

84. Mean Girls or 21 Jump Street? 

Mean Girls

85. Favourite character from Mean Girls? 

Janis

86. Favourite character from Finding Nemo? 

Dory

87. First person you talked to today? 

The fam

88. Last person you talked to today? 

The fam

89. Name a person you hate? 

Trump

90. Name a person you love? 

@safetyfirstbiatch

91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now? 

Anti-vaxxers

92. In a fight with someone? 

Nah

93. How many sweatpants do you have? 

2 pairs

94. How many sweaters/hoodies do you have? 

like 6

95. Last movie you watched? 

Sky High (I regret nothing)

96. Favourite actress? 

Zendaya

97. Favourite actor? 

Sebastian Stan

98. Do you tan a lot? 

Nope

99. Have any pets? 

A cat and a corgi

100. How are you feeling? 

Pretty alright

101. Do you type fast? 

Yup!

102. Do you regret anything from your past? 

A couple things, time I wish I had listened better

103. Can you spell well? 

Decently

104. Do you miss anyone from your past? 

Not really

105. Ever been to a bonfire party? 

Nope!

106. Ever broken someone’s heart? 

Probably but I was never told

107. Have you ever been on a horse? 

Nope

108. What should you be doing? 

Sleeping

109. Is something irritating you right now? 

My back

110. Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt? 

Yup!

111. Do you have trust issues?

Of course

 112. Who was the last person you cried in front of? 

@safetyfirstbiatch while laughing I’m pretty sure

113. What was your childhood nickname? 

‘Hey you’

114. Have you ever been out of your province/state? 

Yes, been to several other states and the Bahamas

115. Do you play the Wii? 

I used, played so much Harvest Moon Animal Parade

116. Are you listening to music right now? 

Yup, mothra’s theme

117. Do you like chicken noodle soup? 

Nope

118. Do you like Chinese food? 

Nope

119. Favourite book? 

The Serpent King is one of my favorites

120. Are you afraid of the dark?

Nah

 121. Are you mean? 

Sometimes

122. Is cheating ever okay? 

In extreme extenuating circumstances like ‘You refuse to let me out of this marriage despite knowing we don’t even like each other’

123. Can you keep white shoes clean? 

Somewhat yeah

124. Do you believe in love at first sight? 

Yeah

125. Do you believe in true love?

Yeah

 126. Are you currently bored? 

Nah

127. What makes you happy? 

Little things; rain, smell of a new book, soft sheets.

128. Would you change your name? 

Nah

129. What your zodiac sign? 

Leo

130. Do you like subway? 

Nah

131. Your bestfriend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? 

Either let em down easy or see if it works

132. Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? 

The fam

133. Favourite lyrics right now? 

Dont have any honestly

134. Can you count to one million? 

Sure but it takes a while

135. Dumbest lie you ever told?

‘Can’t go, Mom needs me to watch the dog’ -Dog is in fact being taken to daycare in plain view of person

 136. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed? 

Open a crack

137. How tall are you?

5′6

 138. Curly or Straight hair? 

Wavy

139. Brunette or Blonde? 

Brunette

140. Summer or Winter? 

Fuck both, Fall

141. Night or Day? 

Night

142. Favourite month? 

July

143. Are you a vegetarian?

Nope

 144. Dark, milk or white chocolate?

Milk

 145. Tea or Coffee? 

Neither, soda

146. Was today a good day?

Yeah it was pretty great

147. Mars or Snickers?

Snickers even though I have a peanut sensitivity

 148. What’s your favourite quote?

Don’t have one, sorry

 149. Do you believe in ghosts? 

Yup! 

150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page? 

“This is madness” - Sorcery of Thorns

[harrisongslimited]

An Impossible Task - A John Wick Fanfic

A/N This is my first attempt at a fanfic. I tried to really take the character’s situation in mind as his creator imagined. This is written in a chapter format but I don’t know how many chapters it will be because I don’t know what’s going to happen! Be my guest and replace Cassie’s name with your own! Please let me know what you think--I’d really appreciate it.

**This is a work of fiction containing characters created by others and the author. I have not worked with any other author and give full credit for their creations. This is for entertainment purposes only.**

An Impossible Task

Chapter 1

Braxton Memorial Hospital was a community medical center about 90 minutes north of Manhattan. Its emergency room was a constant flow of people coming and going, partially due to the hospital’s proximity to the Interstate and the fact that it was the only decent hospital within an hour’s drive. It applied for and received a Level One Trauma designation and was able to handle most critical situations. Cases they could not handle were stabilized and air-lifted into New York City.

The emergency room physicians were lorded over by Edwin Baker, MD, a no-nonsense doctor with no sense of humor, and, some felt, no sense of compassion either. The doctor he referred to as his “Hawkeye Pierce”, or his trouble-maker, was Cassie O’Hara, MD. She was young, full of energy and had finely tuned empathy skills. It was her 6th sense about patients that irritated Dr. Baker, who seemed to have to really stretch himself to make a connection with people. This is the reason he turned to administration where he thought he would excel, but only just managed to get by on poor people skills.

Cassie was a dedicated doctor with exceptional skills and was recognized by her peers as such. She was hard-nosed but flexible and her charm got her past many a pile of paperwork. At any one time, 5 physicians maintained the ER, and even that was a stretch on some days. This had been one of those days.

Cassie was in the physicians break room, pouring herself a cup of coffee for the road. Her shift was finally over, the ER had settled down considerably and she was looking forward to two days off.

She pulled her coat and scarf out of her locker and slipped them on with a tired sigh. Picking up her coffee and purse, she headed for the exit from the ER, waving goodbye to staff as she walked through.

The New York November weather hit her in the face as the double doors opened. Her breath turned to white mist as she pulled her coat in closer to her body and made her way down the exit ramp. When she looked up from getting her keys out of her purse, she noticed a dog sitting perfectly still at the end of the ramp. He neither barked nor moved as she approached.

“Hey, boy,” Cassie said softly. “Are you lost?” She approached the dog slowly, not wanting to scare it or cause it to attack her and extended a hand out. The dog began to move away from her the closer she got. Cassie looked carefully to see if it had a collar but she didn’t think so. As she took another step towards it, the dog moved down along the side of the ramp.

When Cassie turned the corner, she saw what the dog was trying to lead her to. An adult male lay on the cold asphalt on his side, exposed to the cold in only what appeared to be a business suit. Cassie dropped her purse and ran to him, dropping to her knee to quickly assess him. His pulse was steady but weak, he was very cold to the touch and his white dress shirt was nearly soaked through with blood.

“Shit,” she said to herself, standing up. “Sam!” she called to the security guard at the door. “Sam!” she called again.

“Yes Dr. O’Hara?” came a response from the top of the ramp.

“I need a gurney and some help, stat,” she called back to him. Cassie took her coat off and covered the man. Two nurses ran down the ramp with a gurney and it took the 3 of them to get the man on the table, rolled back up the incline and in through the double doors of the emergency room.

“Room 8,” the triage nurse called out to them as they quickly pushed the cart down the hallway and into the room.

It became a finely tuned dance of medical professionals trying to assess what was wrong with the patient. His wet clothes were removed and replaced by a hospital gown and a thermal blanket was thrown on him after they saw his temperature was only 97 degrees. They took a blood sample and Cassie examined him to find the source of the blood loss, quickly assessing his chest, neck, head and legs, recovering him with the thermal blanket.

His body was covered in scars.  “What the hell have you been doing?” Cassie asked no one in particular. After checking his body, she found 2 stab wounds, 1 in the chest and one in the leg and it also looked as though he had been shot in the lower flank, the bullet entering the front and then exiting through his back. His hands, especially the knuckles were bruised and 2 fingers were broken; his jaw was dotted with bruises and his cheeks and forehead sported deep lacerations.

Cassie ordered IV fluids for him to be warmed before going into his body, an ECG and chest x-ray. While the nurses were working on him, Cassie ran out to see if the dog was still there by the ramp. She didn’t want to leave him out in the cold, and there, sitting down in the parking lot, the dog remained at attention. She walked towards him with her hand out.

“C’mon, boy,” she cajoled. “C’mon now…”

Slowly the dog began to walk towards her and with some gentle encouragement, she led it to the security guard office by the exit.

“Sam,” Cassie called.

“Yes Dr. O’Hara?”

“Can you keep this dog in the office for now. I don’t want to leave him out in the cold. I’ll figure out what to do with him later.”

“Sure,” Sam agreed and offered ½ his sandwich to the dog which took it gently.

“Thanks, Sam,” Cassie said to him.

She walked back to room 8, which was still occupied by 2 nurses  and none other than her boss, Dr. Edwin Baker.

Edwin looked at her over his black rimmed glasses. “What’s the story here?” he asked in an official tone.

“Well, I found him unconscious outside the door,” Cassie responded. “He might have been mugged. I’m not sure. He’s definitely been in a terrible fight.”

“Any identification?”

Cassie shook her head. “We looked through his coat and pants pockets, but there was nothing there except some gold coins, a telephone and some sort of medallion. I’m just trying to get him stable before we worry about that.”

“Call the police,” Edwin said in his booming, commanding voice. “Let them handle his ID. He could be homeless or escaped from prison.”

Cassie squinted. “In a wool suit, silk tie and dress shirt?”

Edwin looked at her flatly. “Call the police, Dr. O’Hara,” and he exited the room.

Cassie turned her back to the nurses and screwed up her face in response. “Asshole,” she said to herself.

She turned her attention to the unconscious man on the bed, tucking the thermal blanket around him. Turning to one of the nurses, she said, “Can you get surgery up here to see him? He needs to be stitched up. And get a neurology consult to see why he’s still unconscious. Can you also see if we got the test results on the blood work?”

The nurse smiled and nodded. “Sure Dr.O’Hara.”                                                                          

Cassie put her hands on her hips and stared at the man on the gurney. “Who are you?” she asked out loud. Approaching the bed, she leaned over and spoke very close to him. “You are in Braxton Memorial. I believe you’ve had an accident. Can you hear me? I’m Dr. O’Hara. I’m going to help you.”

Very gently, Cassie ran her hand down his hair. “Can you hear me? Can you tell me your name?” Thinking for a few moments, Cassie went to fill a basin with warm water and got a washcloth. She rinsed the cloth in the warm water and began to tenderly wipe the dried blood off his face while talking to him.

“We have your dog, so don’t worry. Your dog is fine. I’m assuming it’s your dog….,” she continued on. “I’m Dr. O’Hara and you’re in Braxton Memorial. Can you tell me your name?”

Cassie carefully wiped the blood off his hands with the warm water and splinted his 2 broken fingers.

“Do you remember what happened to you,” Cassie asked, leaning over the bed and running her hand down his hair again. “You’re in the hospital.”

She took his right hand in hers. “Can you squeeze my hand? Do you feel my hand?”

Watching his face, Cassie believed she saw his eyes move underneath his eyelids. She leaned over his bed again, touching his forehead. “Can you try to squeeze my hand?”

Suddenly, Cassie felt him squeeze her hand ever so slightly. “Thank you. Can you open your eyes? Can you  tell me your name?” He squeezed her hand again in response.

“You’re in the hospital. Braxton Memorial. Do you know who hurt you?”

While Cassie continued to talk to him and gently stroke his hair, he seemed to finally be responding to her. Neurology consulted on him and ordered a CAT scan for his head, although they didn’t see anything superficially and the surgery team came down to wheel him upstairs to the operating room in order to clean and dress his wounds.

During his surgery, Edwin Baker came down hard on her. “I’m not telling you again. He has no ID. Call the police. Do I need to call them or can you handle it Dr. O’Hara? Also, go home. One of the other physicians can take over his case,” he glared at her.

“I know. I’ll take care of it. I’m hoping he’ll be more responsive if we give him a little more time,” Cassie answered, standing at attention, her hands behind her back. Her middle finger went up stealthily.

“He’s run out of time, Cassie. Call the police now.” Edwin turned on his heels and left the room.

“Eh, fuck you, you loser,” Cassie said under her breath with a mental salute.

And honestly, she could go home. The victim’s blood work was fine and his body temperature began inching up to normal. He seemed to be coming around. One of the other ER physicians could easily take over his care, but Cassie hesitated. Why she was hesitating she didn’t know.

While he was still in surgery, Cassie went back to the break room and got a fresh cup of coffee. “Fresh” was not literal. She sipped the strong, hot liquid and sat down on the couch. She ran through what happened with the unconscious man since she spotted his dog and felt she had a good history. But when she ran her hand down his hair and spoke right before his face, she felt something different. Cassie knew he heard her. She just knew it. He just wasn’t able to respond.

His injuries didn’t mesh with his face. That was it. The inconsistency.  A gentle, oval shaped face with soft features marred by vicious cuts and bruises. He must have been mugged. But shot and stabbed? What other kind of answer could there be? No ID, no wallet. But the telephone, gold coins and medallion. What was that all about? Why weren’t those stolen as well? And how did he and his dog end up outside the emergency room? Then flashing into her thoughts was the feeling of his silky, black hair underneath her hand. She had, at first, touched it to try to get his attention, to try to get a response, but then she just did it instinctively as though it was just meant to be touched.

“Holy shit on a shingle….,” she said to herself. Cassie rose and went back to Room 8.

[lovemesomesurveys]

Would you date someone who still lived with their parents? I mean, I still live with my parents. I feel like it’ll be harder for me the older I get to find someone who would date me because of not just that, but several reasons. Are you a generous person? I can be. I feel like I haven’t been very generous these past few years, though. :/ I just feel like I’ve been selfish and I don’t know... just hardened by shit. I used to be the one who was there for others and wanted to help any way I could. I haven’t been that person in awhile. Do you have a close relationship with your family? Yes.  Would you have to sleep with someone before marrying them? As of now marriage isn’t something I want. I also honestly just can’t see it ever happening for me. Right now, I don’t even see a relationship in my future.  Do you think there is life on other planets? No.

Do you own a car? No. I don’t drive. Would it bother you if your bf/gf flirted with someone else? Uh yeah, it absolutely would. I’d be upset. Would you enjoy a night of playing video games? That does sound fun. I don’t know what I’d play, though. Are you sexually attracted to any inanimate objects? Um, no. Do you dream of traveling the world or are you happy where you are? I’d love to travel the world someday. Certainly won’t be traveling anytime soon... Honestly, even after all this I’m going to be scared for awhile. :/ Have you traveled internationally? I’ve only been out of the country once. Would you watch a porno with your partner? No. I don’t care for porn. Have you ever stolen from your work? I’ve never had a job, but I’m no thief (stealing candy from the candy bins sometimes at the grocery store as a child doesn’t count, I didn’t know!). How much does intelligence turn you on? I wouldn’t say it turns me on, but it can be very attractive. I just like when someone is very passionate and into something and they’re excited to share it with you. It’s cute how animated they get and the way their face lights up when they talk about it. Do you ask someone out or wait for them to ask you? I’m too shy and awkward and lame to do the asking. Do you watch soap operas? No. They’re so cringe-y, I just can’t.  Do you own any sex toys? No. Do you talk about your sex life with either of your parents? I don’t have a sex life to speak of, but I definitely wouldn’t talk about it. That’s just too much. My mom and I are very close, but just no. And most definitely not with my dad! Do you search someone on the Internet before a first date? I haven’t done that. I’ve only dated 3 guys and had 1 guy who I was talking to and almost got to that point (at least I really thought we were), all of which I knew beforehand cause we were friends first. Are you married,engaged, or in a relationship with someone u want to marry? I’m very single. I’m not even talking to anyone and nor is there anyone I’ve even interested in.  How often do you use facebook at work? I don’t have a job. As for my Facebook usage, I go on there a few times a day and just spend a few minutes scrolling through my news feed, “liking”/reacting to stuff. Maybe share a post. Do you enjoy television or movies better? Both. Do you have a friendship that has lasted for 10 years or longer? I don’t have any friends anymore. Would you date someone half your age? Um, HELL no. That would make them 15, you perv. I can’t even look at an 18 year old that way. That’s still a child to me. Hell, even someone in their 20s. I’m almost 31, I wouldn’t date someone who wasn’t at least in their 30s. Would you consider donating your body to science after you die? I want to be cremated. Are you a romantic person? I haven’t really had a chance to find out. I’m a sucker for romcoms if that counts? ha. Would you be okay with your partner hanging with their ex as friends? No. Are you careful with your money? I’ve been better this year so far. Do you have a current passport? No. I don’t have a passport at all. Do you like to be friends with someone before dating them? That’s how it’s always been for me. Do you like soccer? I don’t care for any sport. Is it more fun to go out just with your date or on a group date? Group dates can be fun sometimes, too. How often do you go dancing/clubbing? I don’t. I’ve been to the club once and it wasn’t my thing.  Have you had a relationship with someone of the same sex? No. Is marriage a necessity for two people who love each other? No. Do you meditate? No. Have you ever been fired from a job? I’ve never had a job. Is there anything you think science will never be able to explain? There are things that science can’t explain. Do you cook fancy meals for dates? I don’t cook. Is intoxication ever an acceptable excuse for acting stupid? Not if it’s something serious and it endangers yourself or others. Like there’s absolutely NO excuse at all for drunk driving. NONE. Do you believe in an afterlife? Yes. Do you litter? Noooo. I hate when people do that, it drives me nuts. I’ve seen people who are literally just steps away from a trash can and will still do it. Like, WTF? I don’t understand. Just hold onto your trash until you can throw it away, it’s very simple. Like people who throw stuff out their car window?? Just set it down on the seat next to you or something until you can throw it away. Why is that so hard?  Would you have sex with someone hot who you hated? I wouldn’t have sex or be intimate in any way with someone I hated. I wouldn’t want to be hanging out with them in the first place. Do you have a career plan? No. Do you mostly cook your own meals? The only thing I cook is ramen. Otherwise, I just make sandwiches and microwave or oven meals if I’m making something to eat. My family takes care of dinner.  Have you ever been arrested? No. Could you live with someone who was really messy? No. Are sex and love the same thing? No. Do you go to church? I don’t attend physically at this time, but I do watch the livestreams my church does every Sunday. Do you have pets? I have a doggo <3 How many concerts do you attend a year? I haven’t been to a concert in over 10 years. Do you enjoy getting drunk? Nope. I stopped drinking about 7 years ago. Do you believe in fate or destiny? No. Have you ever called your friend a slut? I’ve called friends that before in a joking manner. Are you attracted to someone with Power? No. Doing nothing all day makes you feel...? That’s how I spend everyday. Have you ever had sex with someone you worked with? Sigh. Do you have any children? No. Would you date someone just for the sex? No. Do you give money to charities? I used to regularly. I haven’t in awhile, though. :/ Have you ever shot a gun? Yeah, once. I went to a shooting range with friends a few years ago and worked up the nerve to try it out. Have you ever gone on a blind date? No. That would be way too anxiety inducing for me than going on a date with someone I knew would already be. Have you ever had a one night stand? No. Are you a passionate person? I haven’t felt very passionate about much in a long time.  Do you consider yourself a positive person? :/ Have you ever lied about the number of sexual partners you've had? No. I have zero. I have no reason to lie about that. Are Sex and Intimacy the same thing? Sex is just one example of intimacy. There’s other ways to be intimate, including ones that don’t involve being sexual at all. Have you ever played strip poker? Nooo. I would never. How often do you get angry? I’m someone who gets irritated, moody, upset, and frustrated often, but not angry.  Do you consider yourself an emotional person? Oh yes. Is work important to you? I’ve never had a job and it’s not something I’m seeking currently. Have you had cosmetic surgery? I’ve had reconstructive surgery. On a first date do you pay or do they? In my experience, the guy paid. Do you only date people who have jobs or are full-time students? Well, the guys I dated were full time students at the time and so was I. It’s been yearsss since I’ve been on a date.  Could you date someone who does drugs? I wouldn’t mind if they smoked weed, but anything else I wouldn’t be okay with. Are you a jealous person? I can be. I haven’t felt jealous in a long time. I feel envy more, I would say. Do you enjoy watching sports? No. Are you a cat or a dog person? I’m a dog person all the way. Is a girl who's slept with 100 guys a bad person? No. I admit it would be shocking to hear that, but no that absolutely doesn’t make them a bad person.  Do you offend people? I sure hope not. I really avoid sensitive and controversial topics. Do you prefer people in your life be simple or complex? A bit of both. Complex doesn’t necessarily mean bad. Have you ever been to a sex shop? Yeah, once. I had a friend who wanted to go to one for their 18th birthday lol so that’s what we did. Have you ever had a threesome? No. Not something I’m interested in.  Do you enjoy discussing politics? Noooo. Would you do a striptease for your partner? Gaaah. I can’t picture myself doing that. I’m super self-conscious about my body. I certainly don’t like seeing it unclothed. I also don’t know how to be sexy at all either so it’d be suuuuper awkward lol. No one would want to see that, trust me. Would you date someone who doesn't have a car? I wouldn’t not date someone because of that, but it sure would be nice if they did have a car since I don’t drive. If they had their license at least then we could just borrow my mom’s or my brother’s car, ha. Do you enjoy dancing? I don’t do much dancing apart from a head bob and some movement of my arms, but sure.  You have a week off, travel or stay home? I have the time, I just don’t have the money or the transportation. I lso wouldn’t travel alone, so it would depend on my family’s schedule. Can’t do any traveling right now or anytime soon for obvious reasons. :/ Does spending the weekend at home annoy you? I spend majority of my time at home (that was true prior to this quarantine and self-distancing thing going on). Is it wrong to watch porn if you're in a relationship? That’s up to you and your partner. Some people aren’t okay with that, so they have to work something out. For me, I don’t think I would really care that much. I’d just wonder why they’d want to. I don’t get the appeal, personally. *shrug* Do you think men should pay for everything on dates? No. I think it’d be nice to take turns or even split it sometimes. Would you tie up a partner if they asked you to do so? I have no sexual experience, man. I couldn’t start with that kind of stuff off the bat, we’d have to work up to that. I don’t even know if that’s something I’d feel comfortable with. I can’t see it being something I’d be interested in, honestly, but *shrug* Do you consider yourself open minded? Yes. Are you a virgin? If it wasn’t already abundantly clear, yes. Have you ever had sex in a public place? Do others find you sexy? No. Have you ever met someone in person you met online? No. Would you date someone twice your age? I don’t want to date a 60 year old, I’m sorry. Should a child caught masturbating be punished? No. How often do you drink? I don’t. Coffee or tea? The answer is always coffee. There’s no competition.  Do you tell your friends you love them? I never was one to say that. If a friend said it to me I’d just be like, “awww.”  Hahaha. 

[lemonsandstrawberries]

The Pitted Olive, part 6

fandom: Stony (Steve x Tony)

universe: Draq Queen!AU (Tony Stark as a drag queen)

summary: Steve takes Tony for his guys day out and he isn't really surprised with Tony's attitude. Until...

length: 4 639 words

disclaimer: this fic is written strictly for entertainment. I am not a specialist on drag and my whole knowledge comes from mainstream media. if there is something you will find incorrect or offensive in any way, there is always an option to contact me and politely voice your thoughts instead of flaming. thanks!

a/n: I am writing next chapters and heads up - the story is taking an unexpected kinda dramatic turn I didn't plan D: still thinking if I want to go that route though but decided to post this chapter without further delay and waiting for myself to make a decision. for now, enjoy the happy moments and new familiar faces appearing :D!

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The Pitted Olive, part 6

(part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5)

"I can't… Gah… I can't anymore..."

"See, this happens when you smoke. Your lung capacity shrinks and this why you are already out of breath."

"Oh, shuuut up…"

Tony was sweating and so tired, and not in a good way. Steve was just snickering at him, which made him even more irritated. A stupid idea with a stupid guys day out. For starters, Steve had taken Tony out to a paintball park. So far, Tony was running where Steve pointed him to, walking on some hills and rolling in mud, in scorching sun while dressed in unflattering moro suit, all while carrying a paintball gun with himself. He wasn't having the best time.

"OW!" Tony yelled when a paintball pellet hit him between shoulder blades. That would leave a bruise.

There was some triumphant laughter, and Steve tried to locate the source, holding his gun high and ready.

"That's for using up my mascara!"

"I see them!" Steve called, firing back in the direction from where the attack came. He saw Bucky's mud splashed face, ducking behind some trees, Sam following, a grin shining on mud covered face. Paintball war was one of Steve and Sam's favorite past times, so it seemed a good idea to invite their friends over for a match.

"It is over, Steve," Tony panted out, rolling on his back and lying flat on the cool ground. "They got me. I am dead. You can go on without me."

"You are not dead! Stop dramatizing!" Steve scoffed, looking at his boyfriend, and wiping some sweat covered strands out of his forehead. He looked just as bad as Tony did, but somehow it was a much more flattering look on him. Rugged and soldier-like.  

"Just leave me to die here."

"I AM NOT LEAVING MY BEST GIRL BEHIND!" Steve hollered and yanked Tony up, holding his hand and running to a safe place. Tony cursed loudly, not having a different option than to follow. He hated being a guy guy.

***

"That was fun, right?"

"Groossss," Tony complained, scrubbing off layers of mud off his skin in the bathroom. "How many bruises I have?" he asked, turning his back to Steve.

"Uhm," Steve cocked his head to the side, temporarily distracted by Tony's gently narrowed waist and bubble butt. He really didn't need much padding with such curves. "A bit?" he answered, smiling sheepishly, seeing at least five blooming purple marks on brunet's back.

"Great," Tony scoffed, taking a towel to wipe himself dry. "No backless dresses for a while."

"If you would run faster, you would be a harder target."

"I am not a runner, Steve!"

"Okay, stop yelling at me," Steve asked, standing behind his naked boyfriend and pulling him closer to himself. He pressed a kiss to the damp hair and Tony huffed, partially cheered up. When Steve moved his hands down Tony's torso and rubbed him just in the right places, Tony shivered, definitely more cheered up.

"Okay, stop, stop," Tony giggled, batting on Steve's hands when the touch turned more ticklish than soothing. He turned around and wrapped hands around his boyfriend's neck, standing on his toes and smiling.

Steve smiled back and pecked his boyfriend's lips briefly. "You know that this is not all that I planned for us, right?"

And like that, the smile was gone, replaced by a terrified grimace.

"Are Bucky and Sam tagging along with us?"

"No, they are not!" Sam called, his voice perfectly hearable from the changing room.

"We have our own plans! And the walls are pretty thin, so keep the gross stuff to the minimum!" Bucky added.

Steve pecked Tony's lips once more and moved away, slightly opening the door leading to the changing room and peaking his head in. "Hey, so -"

There was a loud, almost female sounding shriek.

"I AM CHANGING IN HERE!"

Tony doubled with laughter, when Steve closed the door, a wet towel slapped across his face. Judging by the laughter coming from the other side, it had to be Bucky who had shrieked, while Sam's was howling.

"I am glad they are not coming with us," Steve said in a grim voice, taking the towel off and twisting it.

Tony trotted to the door with an excited smile, and opened it, looking into the changing room. "Where are you going?"

"Back to the club. I have an evening show."

"I am gonna sit and drink."

"How come you can look but I can't?" Steve asked in a faked hurt voice and Tony laughed, closing the door.

"Once you teach a man how to tuck, the whole shame is gone," he turned to Steve with a bright smile. Steve still didn't look placated, and Tony came closer to wrap hands around his neck in a tender gesture. "What is the next torture in your guys day out?"

Steve smiled crookedly, putting his hands on other man's hips and pushing him closer. Holding Tony in his arms did get some of the sting out from the previous offense. "You will like it. We will eat something now."

That sounded more like something Tony would enjoy. He nodded his head to the plan.

"Get dressed."

"Ow," Tony hissed with a wide smile when Steve smacked his bottom for encouragement. "Kinky," he purred out, reaching for his clothes. Maybe Steve's day won't be so bad after all.

***

"I thought we were going to eat."

And the whining was back on. Steve honestly expected that.

"We are. Thanks!" he smiled at the hot dog vendor taking a paper plate with four hot dogs on a big soda to share. He handed the hotdogs to Tony and took his hand, guiding him to their seats.

"You expect me to get full on hotdogs?" Tony asked, eyeing the food with a grimace. "You don't even know what they are made from!"

"Um, pork?" Steve laughed, finding their seats and sitting down, Tony following.

"If you are lucky," Tony sighed, yet, he still took a hot dog, because he was hungry after all that running. Steve was undeterred. He looked forward to watching the game and managed to get some really good seats. The tribunes were filling up with people and the basketball game was about to start, just when Tony was finishing the first hot dog.

"Who should I cheer for?" Tony asked, raising his voice to make it through the applauding crowd when two teams entered the field.

"Green and red shirts!" Steve answered, screaming with everyone else.

Tony was never a fan of any kind of organized sports. He preferred individual work over teamwork and it showed in every aspect of his life. And watching sports was boring. So, so boring.

Watching Steve was a different story.

"What are ya doin?! My grandma moves faster than ya!"

The Steve Tony knew so far, was always calm and rational, sometimes even acting bashful in a sweet, innocent way. This Steve… This Steve was wild and swearing and angry, his voice getting a deeper note during yelling when his Brooklyn accent was showing up.

"To miss such a shot!" Steve growled as the crowd let a disappointed whine. Steve heavily sat on his seat, looking angered.

Tony considered that secret part of his boyfriend very, very hot.

"You know, baby, I didn't know there was so much heat hidden in you," Tony purred, moving closer to the blond, and putting his lips to the other's ear. Maybe they could find some private corner and -

"THE HELL ARE YA DOIN'?!" Steve suddenly sprung up, waving his arms wildly and Tony had to duck to avoid a hit. Okay, maybe it wasn't the right time. Steve clearly was deep in the game mode, and no matter how hard Tony tried, he couldn't reach half of the level of enthusiasm Steve was showing. He decided to occupy himself in a different way and scanned the crowd. He didn't have to look far, as the person on his left attracted his attention. It was a girl, looking as bored as Tony felt, sitting next to a guy around her age with silver hair (kids those days) and a dark goatee, who just like Steve was yelling at the poor players. But what really attracted Tony attention was the red blush on girl's cheek. It was matt finish, with some reddish brown tint to it. It would look perfect on him. The girl noticed him staring and turned in his direction, smiling insecurely.

"Um, hi?" she said, not understanding the intense look.

"Hi!" Tony replied cheerfully, trying to be hearable among the crowd. "Sorry I was staring! I really like your blush!"

"Ah, thanks," the girl smiled, turning more into his direction and leaving the boy she came with unattended. "It is from the new collection from Madam Viper-"

"They released a new collection?!" Tony asked, widening his eyes in surprise. He usually was more up to date with the cosmetic market. Just like that, he found himself a new conversationalist for the game.

Just as he and the girl were discussing the eye makeup collection, there was a honk, indicating that the first half of the match ended. Steve sat down heavily in his seat.

"How's the score?"

"We are losing," Steve replied in a grunt. He turned to Tony and saw two people looking at him.

"Steve, this is Wanda," Tony introduced, smiling at his boyfriend, "Wanda, Steve."

"Hi," the girl raised her hand, smiling shyly.

"Hi! Nice to meet you," he said politely, trying to mask his confusion. When Tony managed to make a friend?

"Wanda is here with her twin brother, Pietro," Tony continued, pointing to the currently empty seat.

"Yeah, he went to the bathroom and to get us some snacks. This is basically the only reason I come here, to get nachos," she said with a disarming smile.

"Nachos do sound better than hot dogs," Tony said, narrowing his eyes at Steve, and Steve mirrored the look in reprimand. Nachos were no food for a basketball game.

"Sorry, coming through! Ooops, watch out with that soda!"

"Ow, Pietro!" Wanda hissed, when her brother tumbled down on the seat next to her, holding a tray with nachos on and some licorice. "How did you get here so fast? Weren't there any lines?"

"Oh, they were. You just need to know how to navigate through the crowd," Pietro said, red licorice already hanging off the corner of his mouth. No one even noticed when he reached for it. "Hi!" Pietro grinned, noticing both men looking at him. "I am Pietro. Wanda's older brother."

"By twelve minutes. He loves pointing that out," Wanda hissed and Tony laughed.

"I am Tony and that is Steve," he said, motioning to his boyfriend, and Steve nodded, brightening when he saw Pietro's shirt with a green and red printing on.

"Fan of the Black Panthers?"

"Only the best team this side of the globe!"

"But you know, that Wakanda is on the other side of the globe?" Wanda taunted, but she was ignored and had to squeeze closer to Tony, when Pietro and Steve stood up, high fiving each other, forming some sort of magical bond over sports.

"I think we should switch," Tony laughed, having Wanda's face smushed against his face. He would happily discuss the remaining of the game with Wanda, and let Steve have his guy time with Pietro. And boy, Steve had a lot of points to discuss about the game, considering how heated the discussion above his head was.

"Love Shack, baby, Love Shack, baby!"

There was an excited whooping from the crowd and Tony looked at the screen with the score, seeing a heart in the frame, scanning the crowd for couples.

"Hey, Steve! Look!" he called, raising his hand up and tugging at Steve's sleeve. "Kiss cam!" he said, watching with a smile all the couples exchanging heated kisses.

"In a sec, Tony!"

"But-"

And then it happened. The camera zoomed on them, showing Tony and Wanda in a pink pastel screen, little red hearts floating around them. Wanda laughed shyly, and Tony froze, his hand still on Steve's sleeve. There was a cheer, urging Tony and Wanda to kiss, and, after getting a confirming nod from Wanda, Tony did the friendly thing and kissed her puffed out cheek delicately. It wasn't what was expected from them, and the camera didn't leave them, urging to a proper kiss.

"Bang bang bang on the door baby! Knock a little louder, sugar!"

It was when Steve finally looked. It was like in slow motion for him. He saw Tony on the screen, his Tony, becoming a little red under the collar in the pressure and seeming overwhelmed, and a blushing Wanda. Not thinking much, and being carried solely on the moment, Steve took Tony's wrist and pulled him up to a standing position, pinning his lips against Tony's in a long kiss, not wasting any second.

The crowd cheered, the loudest being Wanda and Pietro, but maybe because they were the closest. Steve could feel how tense Tony became, but he didn't move away, allowing Steve to take the lead. When the kiss ended, Tony stayed close to the other man, putting his heated face in the crook of Steve's neck, needing a minute for his racing mind to calm down. They had kissed in public. Again. It was some big steps for him.

Steve just kept Tony in his arms, grinning triumphantly, as the camera moved away from them to force more couples to show some affection to each other.

No matter if the Panthers would win the game or not, he was going home with the grand prize anyway.

"Love Shack, baby, Love Shack, baby!"

***

"Bye! Hope to see you soon!" Tony waved at Wanda and Pietro walking away. The game had ended and Tony and Steve said goodbye to the siblings, not before Tony invited them over to the Olive for his nearest show. Wanda seemed more interested than Pietro, especially eager to hear all about makeup tricks Tony knew and Tony already promised her an exclusive backstage tour to which she reacted very enthusiastically. Maybe going out for the game wasn't so bad after all.

"That was interesting," Tony smiled, hooking his arms with Steve as they started to walk their way.

"It sure was," Steve agreed. The day was eventful, but he had a feeling that they found some good companions in the twins.

"So…" Tony started, sounding somehow timid. Steve looked at him because Tony rarely was timid. "You like doing that a lot, huh?"

Steve creased his eyebrows in thought before his forehead smoothened again. "You mean paintball? It is fun if you have the right people around-"

"Not that."

"Then what? Watching basketball?"

"Nooo…"

"Tony, what is it?" Steve asked, sounding a little impatient.

"Kissing," Tony finally choked out, his face becoming pinkish. "Kissing in public."

"Oh," Steve replied, staring owlishly at the other man. Was it about the kiss cam? "I am sorry, um, did - did it bother you?"

Tony shrugged, focusing a lot on his shoes. "I… I think not. I am just not used to this."

"Do you want me to tone it down?"

"No," Tony replied after a while, getting even closer, so close, that Steve moved his hand to put on Tony's hip instead, drawing him into himself. "Just maybe not in front of the whole basketball team," Tony added, sounding timid again.

Ah, so it was about the kiss cam.

"Well, I didn't want someone else to swoop in and take you away from me," Steve teased, brushing his cheek over the top of Tony's head. He smelled like the soap used in the paintball place bathroom, which was a rather neutral smell, but there was some very Tony scent lingering. "People should know that such a pretty thing like you is taken."

"I am not sure how I feel about objectifying me, but I will take it as a compliment."

"Then how about I call you my lady?"

"Better."

Steve stopped. Still holding Tony, he reached down for brunet's hand and put it to his mouth, kissing the knuckles. Chaste and sweet. "Milady."

Tony groaned, looking away, some blush spreading over his cheeks. "You are doing it again," he tried to complain, but there was some weak note in his voice, something that told Steve that he didn't completely mind what was happening. And Tony blushing during sunset was a very pretty sight.

"I guess you were right, I like doing that," Steve replied sounding proud, resuming walking and leaving Tony alone. For now.

"Now I keep wondering if you would barge on the stage and kiss me during mid-show."

"Sure I would," Steve confirmed with a smile. He had such visions many times, long before he and Tony started dating.

"Then what is stopping you?" Tony asked in a whisper.

What was stopping him? This time the feeling of moist, red lips against his was replaced with cold, pale hands with long fingers, and the imaginary pain of snapping his arm in two.

Steve shuddered. "Loki," he confessed, hearing Tony's pearly laughter in return.

"Oh, come on," Tony kept laughing and even if it was at his expanse, Steve was happy. It was a good sound to hear. "Loki wouldn't hurt you."

"I am not sure of it," Steve grumbled, remembering the way the bodyguard had eyed him during his first visit backstage and continued to look at him every time he showed up. "I think he might have a thing for you, you know."

"What?" Tony continued laughing, somehow oblivious to his own attractiveness. "Nah. He is just doing his job."

"Sure, he is," Steve agreed, just for the sake of agreeing. He would have a close eye on Loki too. Just in case. Yet, if it would ever get to a confrontation, he would prefer to face Thor, the bodyguard who usually stood in the front of the Olive. Loki seemed like a type that carried a hidden blade in his pocket and wouldn't hesitate to use it. At least, he could dodge and block punches, knifes not so much. "Do you want to get a drink? I think Bucky's show is about to start," Steve asked. He had no more plans for today, and ending the day at the club seemed fitting.

Tony scrunched his nose. "Not that I am not in the mood to get drunk and listen to grunge music, but I was hoping we can go home. I need a proper bath, I feel like I still have some mud in my ass crack."

"I am willing to help you check," Steve offered magnanimously, trying to sound nonchalant.

Tony grinned, leaning his head over Steve's shoulder. "My knight in shining armor."

Maybe the day wasn't what Tony wanted, but at least in the evening, he was getting his way.

***

'Hey, babe! I am ending my shift, wanna grab some lunch?'

'Sure. I am at work now. Pick me up?'

Steve paused, looking at the text message. From what he knew, Tony didn't have a show tonight.

'You are at the club?'

'No, my day work. Come to -'

Steve read the address, putting on his helmet and starting the bike, making it roar beautifully. Fortunately, it wasn't that far and in all their dating time, he never properly asked what was Tony's day job. It was another step in their relationship and Steve felt privileged to take it, learning a bit more about his boyfriend.

After riding a few blocks, Steve parked his bike at the appointed spot. He leaned his head to the side, looking at the building in front of him. It was an auto repair shop, one belonging to the T&R franchise, located all over the country. That was Tony's day job? He couldn't imagine Tony working in a place like this. Maybe Tony was an accountant of some sort. Some office job. That sounded more like the Tony he knew, who didn't like to get dirty and went for manicures on regular basis.

Steve stepped into the spacious workshop. Before he noticed any people, he saw the cars first and whistled quietly. Those were some expensive brands. No surprise here, as those workshops were considered one of the best.

"Hello. Can I help you?" a guy with a friendly smile approached Steve. He was dark skinned and medium built, in orange coverall. He was wiping his hands with some cloth, leaving car grease stains on the material.

"Um, hi," Steve smiled back, turning to the guy. "I am actually looking for Tony."

And just like that, the smile and a friendly stance were gone and the man visibly tensed up. "For Tony?" he asked, his voice sounding lower and more rumbly.

"Yeah, he told me to come here and-"

"HEY, TONES!" the man called into the workshop. "Some guy is asking for you!"

"Is he tall, handsome and dreamy?!"

Steve heard Tony's voice, sounding a bit echoey, and looked around, not spotting his boyfriend anywhere. Only workers and the cars.

The guy eyed Steve critically. "He is tall!" he called back and Steve didn't even have time to feel offended when Tony's laughter rung in the workshop and his boyfriend emerged from underneath one of the vehicles.

"I will take a look at him," Tony said, sliding out on the rolling platform and sitting up.

And wow.

Steve was completely speechless. This wasn't like any version of Tony he knew. Red Velvet was poised, with perfect posture and perfect makeup. His Tony was always in ironed out clothes, with socks matching his shoes and the newest model of sunglasses on the top of perfectly stylized hair. This Tony… He wore a typical blue mechanic coverall, with sleeves rolled up to his elbows. There were some smudges of car grease on his hands and face. He seemed heated up, and there was some sweat on his forehead, strands of curly hair falling on his nape and forehead, the coverall hugging his body-

"Close your mouth," the guy advised, and Steve clinked his teeth together.

"Hey, what do you know, he is also handsome and dreamy," Tony walked over, grinning adorably and swaying his hips. "Hi, baby," he greeted Steve, standing on his tiptoes and kissing him for hello. He smelled like grease and heated metal and sweat and Steve already felt dizzy.

"Ekhem," the guy coughed, pointing Tony's attention to himself.

"Oh, right. Steve, this is my partner, Rhodey," Tony introduced and Steve's mouth dropped open again.

"Tony," the guy, Rhodey, scolded his friend, in a lot softer voice than he used to talk to Steve earlier.

"My business partner," Tony corrected himself, emphasizing the second word, "I always forget to add that part."

Tony and Rhodey kept talking about something, but Steve pretty much muted the whole conversation out. It felt like he walked into an entirely different world.

"Hey, Harley!" Tony suddenly bellowed, and the loud noise made Steve's shoulders jump.

"Yeah?!"

Steve saw a teenager, popping his head from above a motorbike he was working on. Just like that, Steve bugged his eyes out. It was a prime condition Harley Davidson Panhead Chopper. A model from the 60s. It was an old-school type of bike and Steve never saw a one up close.

"Leave the bike, and get under the car! The engine needs some more tweaks!"

"But," the teenager hesitated, looking from the chopper to the blue Mazda RX-8, "I have to finish here first!"

"Oh yeah, Logan will come soon to get his bike, right?"

"Yeah. I think that there is like thirty minutes left before he shows up," Rhodey answered Tony with a mischievous grin as both men enjoyed the growing panic in the teenager.

"Aw, don't be afraid of Logan, kid!" Tony called, as Harley started to fumble, and the tools kept slipping out of his hands. "He is not that bad! He is like those… those… what do you call those animals that resemble small bears with long, sharp claws?"

"Wolverines, Tony."

"Yeah, that!" Tony snapped his fingers, and Harley groaned, well knowing what his bosses were doing, but still falling for it. And it still brought so much joy for Tony and Rhodey. "Okay, I still need someone to work on Scott's car… RIRI! Mazda is yours!"

"Whaaat?!" a young girl with a head full of black curls showed up, holding a notepad and looking irritated. "You told me to do a stocktaking! Do you know how many types of tires we have here?!"

"I actually do know that," Tony raised his eyebrows. "Scott and Logan are coming together to get their machines, and you know how those two get competitive over the smallest things, I don't want to trigger that in my workshop! Get to work, kids!" he ordered, and Riri rolled her eyes, but obediently took Tony's place underneath the car, while Harley kept working on the bike, focusing hard judging on the expression.

"Why do I even bother with having interns?!" Tony complained loudly, just for the sake of complaining. "Watch them for me, okay?" he said quietly to Rhodey, using a softer voice. Rhodey nodded, walking for starters to Harley, who seemed to be getting overwhelmed.

"Sorry for the delay. Let's go to my office," Tony turned to Steve, taking his hand and guiding him away. Steve looked over his shoulder, taking a last glance at Rhodey, who kept explaining something to Harley in a patient voice, slowly making the nervousness go away. Seemed that Rhodey was only harsh to him for some reason.

The office turned out to be a room full of stacks of papers and crumpled notes piling on a sturdy wooden desk and, to Steve's surprise, a calendar with photos of cats. Huh.

"Steve? Are you ok?"

After the question, Steve looked at his boyfriend. At his unruly hair and dirty face and did Tony always had such muscled forearms and overall had a very nicely muscled body?

"You're filthy," Steve stated, meaning the dirt from working underneath the car.

Tony laughed. "Yeah, sorry. I will get cleaned right away, there actually is a bathroom with a shower behind my office, so-"

Before Tony could make a move, Steve took his wrist, stopping him. He eyed Tony up and down, despite the growing confusion of the other man. Was this the same Tony who days ago had complained about being covered in mud?

"You're filthy," Steve repeated again. "And you reek."

Tony just blinked, not understanding.

Something new awakened in Steve. That was yet another face of Tony, one Steve didn't have an occasion to see.

"I think," Steve started in a heavy voice, feeling his throat becoming dry, "I think I like you this way," he twirled a wet strand of brown hair between his fingers, before tugging it behind Tony's ear.

"Oh, really?" Tony grinned, all teeth and sass, pressing their chests together.

"Really," Steve nodded, feeling Tony's heat and getting weak in the knees. It was unfair how gorgeous Tony could look in any circumstances. He leaned down to a kiss and-

"TONY! Logan came earlier!"

"Son of-" Tony cursed, drawing away suddenly. "Sorry, Steve, I have to handle this!" he said, nearly running out of the office. "LOGAN! How is it going, my friend?"

Steve took a deep breath and plopped down on the swivel chair, making it squeak. His heart was beating rapidly and he could still feel Tony's body pressed into his and the overwhelming heat lingering on his clothes and tingling his skin.

He looked at the closed door, trying to remember where Tony had said the shower was because he could use a one. A very, very cold one.

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Look at how bored I am.

01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents? - my mom is dead and I guess my relationship with my dad is okay. We text every so often and only see each other on holidays, even though he lives like, 20 minutes from me and even works with my husband.

02: Who did you last say “I love you” to? - my husband.

03: Do you regret anything? - yeah sure.

04: Are you insecure? - yeah.

05: What is your relationship status? - married.

06: How do you want to die? - hopefully in my sleep. Something peaceful.

07: What did you last eat? - a pumpkin chocolate chip cookie.

08: Played any sports? - I played T ball in kindergarten.

09: Do you bite your nails? - no.

10: When was your last physical fight? - I don’t remember. Probably with my ex over 10 years ago.

11: Do you like someone? - I find people tolerable, but I like a few and love a few.

12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours? - sure have.

13: Do you hate anyone at the moment? - nah.

14: Do you miss someone? - of course.

15: Have any pets? - a dog named Tiny and a cat named Kiki.

16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment? - kinda tired.

17: Ever made out in the bathroom? - I’ve had sex in a bathroom or two.

18: Are you scared of spiders? - yeah, but as long as they don’t bother me, they’re okay.

19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance? - no.

20: Where was the last place you snogged someone? - I kissed my husband on the forehead a few hours ago, but making out? Yeah, I don’t remember the last place it happened.

21: What are your plans for this weekend? - husband wants to watch some wrestling thing at our friend’s house.

22: Do you want to have kids? How many? - no.

23: Do you have piercings? How many? - just my septum.

24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)? -I loved art, English and Biology.

25: Do you miss anyone from your past? - my mom and this girl that I used to be really good friends with before she just ended our friendship for no reason.

26: What are you craving right now? - sleep and a cigarette.

27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart? - eh, probably not.

28: Have you ever been cheated on? - sure have.

29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry? - yeah.

30: What’s irritating you right now? - nothing.

31: Does somebody love you? - they better.

32: What is your favourite color? - black and purple.

33: Do you have trust issues? - I suppose. They’re not as bad as they used to be though.

34: Who/what was your last dream about? - I was at my old best friend’s house, eating pizza with her and her family when my aunts and uncles that I haven’t seen in 7 years just randomly showed up. I don’t know, it was stupid.

35: Who was the last person you cried in front of? - I cried at an Alice In Chains concert, so, all of the people there.

36: Do you give out second chances too easily? - not anymore. Fuck up once and you’re gone for good.

37: Is it easier to forgive or forget? - forgive.

38: Is this year the best year of your life? - nah. It’s an okay year though.

39: How old were you when you had your first kiss? - I honestly don’t remember. 7th grade, maybe.

40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked? - yeah. I made naked snow angels with a friend once when we were drunk.

51: Favourite food? - I love Mexican food and spaghetti.

52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason? - eh.

53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night? - scratched my husband’s back until he fell asleep.

54: Is cheating ever okay? - absolutely not.

55: Are you mean? - I can be. I learned to not give a shit and turned my filter off.

56: How many people have you fist fought? - not many. Just my ex.

57: Do you believe in true love? - sure.

58: Favourite weather? - summer and fall.

59: Do you like the snow? - absolutely not.

60: Do you wanna get married? - I am married.

61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby? - I don’t know. No one has ever called me that.

62: What makes you happy? - my husband, my animals, coffee, candles, music and my alone time, oh, and sleep.

63: Would you change your name? - nah.

64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed? - no. It was my husband.

65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? - I’m married to him.

66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around? - my husband.

67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to? - again, my husband.

68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? - my husband.

69: Do you believe in soulmates? - no.

70: Is there anyone you would die for? - my husband.