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talkingbl · 2 years ago

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ZeeNunew = MewGulf

Now that I've gotten your attention, let's talk about shipping and people who talk about shipping. This is a long post so, if you don't want to read the whole thing, skip down to the TLDR instead of reading it anyway then complaining about the length.

The problem with BL pairing shippers

Many critiques about shippers are extremely valid. Shippers can get out of hand and do things like bring Gulf porn of him and Mew to his solo event or follow Joong around calling him "baby~~~" b/c that's what he allegedly calls Dunk despite that he clearly doesn't want them to. I've seen shippers beg actors to physically touch, to kiss, to perform unwanted sexual acts on each other, etc. Straight up gross behavior.

Like, when did it become okay to essentially bribe people into fulfilling your fantasies, unprovoked? I could see if they were okay with this (see below), but most of the time stans are doing these things out of nowhere while the actors either refuse or look clearly uncomfortable. At best, it's cringey when shippers cross the line like this, at worst it's criminal.

That said, I personally believe that not all shippers are inherently bad. There are lots of normal shippers who simply like the moments, eat it up, and play along with the actors when it's clear that the actors are okay with it. So, I'm sorry to the non-shippers out there but I just don't care about the normal shippers, I don't think it's wrong, and I'm not gonna call the these types of shippers delulu (but I will bully tf out of the group mentioned above). It's not really my cup of tea to get invested in ships to that level but to each their own.

With that, I think it's a good time to turn to the problem that no one EVER addresses. And that is the problem with non-shippers.

The problem with non-shippers

We all know the non-shipper greatest hits. BL shippers are harmful because:

no ships are real/it's all fanservice and I won't believe otherwise until I see a marriage certificate (unless both actors are conveniently feminine-coded)

all BL actors are straight until proven otherwise, so shipping = bad

all BL actors have girlfriends until proven otherwise!!

shippers are delulu straight women who don't care about gay rights

also, it's none of our business

Also, we need to protect actors from the ~harm to their image!!!

Did I cover everything? Probably not but there's a point here. Not only are every single one of these critiques not necessarily true or coming from a genuine place, but some of them are incredibly harmful??

Like...all BL actors are straight when over 10% of the population under 30 identifies as something other than non-het? And being straight always means you're in a long-term committed relationship with a member of the opposite sex? Are y'all out here seriously saying that only straight women consume BLs and ship actors? In 2022, the year of our lord? Come on now...

The funny point about the het allegations and the whole 'y'all don't care about gay rights' sentiment is that a lot of the time it's coming from actual straight women who don't wanna believe their favorite BL guy might actually like boys. Actually, I have a theory about this...have y'all ever noticed that the more feminine-coded or not conventionally attractive the actor is, the more folx are willing to concede he may be queer? But the more masculine-coded or conventionally attractive the actor is, the more staunch non-shippers are that he's straight? Yeah, I'ma need y'all to unpack that...

And let's talk about the reality of ships. I personally don't believe that any actors are currently dating IRL outside of the confirmed ones. I mean believe what you want to believe (that's what I do) but like...don't be weird about it. What kills me is the lengths the girls* go to to prove their faves are straight/can't be dating. It's just strange to me.

For the 'it's none of our business crew', I agree a bit but like speculating about a celebrity's dating life in a fandom space is something inherent in fan culture. This is a tough topic for me that deserves its own post, but suffice it to say, I think that to some extent, gossip about who is dating who is relatively normal. But it can get out of hand and I don't condone that.

Finally, the biggest problem I see with non-shippers is the absolute cock-gobbling that goes on amongst them. When it comes to these BL actors, all of a sudden the girlies* are ready for war and will "do anything to protect [their faves'] image." Like...this is not only homophobic on so many levels but also he's a grown ass man??? If the shippers are not crossing the line, why do you care?

*girls/girlies is gender neutral here.

Off, Tay, Mew, Zee, Tul, Mile, Max K., are all 30+. New, Gun, Seoham, Singto, Earth P., Earth K., Boun, Fluke N., Apo, etc. are all 25+. Most of the industry is 21+. Gentlemen*, these are GROWN men. They DO NOT need your protection. You don't, on these men's behalf, need to bully people for liking their fanservice or for the mere thought that one of them could be dating a costar. Stop trying to "protect their image" in other ways too. If he's 27 and made rape jokes, that man is GUILTY!!! Get him and your dumb ass justification of his behavior off my timeline!!!

*Gentlemen is gender neutral here.

The only actors y'all need to worry about ~protecting are like... *checks big ass Tumblr post w/all the actors ages* the The Tuxedo boys. That's it. The rest of these hoes* are grown and can take care of themselves.

*hoes is a term of endearment here.

Let's be clear here. I totally get it if shippers are crossing the line (pushing their fantasy in the actor's faces). I don't, however, get it when shippers are just acting in line with what the actors encourage. But this gets into another problem around shipping and that is...

The problem with BL pairings and their agencies

BL pairings go to extreme lengths to promote their ships and encourage delulu behavior. Why? Idk, money bouquets maybe? Luxury clothes? Expensive electronics? Food support? These actors fully understand that part of their job is to sell their ship. They go into these situations knowing what makes money, and most of them don't complain nor do they seem uncomfortable with all the adoration for their ship.

In fact, more often than not, I feel like they weirdly egg it on when they do things like concerts/tours/photoshoots where they sing love songs to each other, pretend to get married, pretend to be trying for a baby (??? wtf mew lmao), and use suggestive language that would lead a logical person to conclude they're dating.

And some don't stop there. Some actors will even do these things outside of clear fanservice contexts, which makes it seem even more plausible. You cannot possibly tell me that if 2 straight people did these sorts of things, people wouldn't rationally conclude that the two are dating... It's just not realistic.

There's also the very real fact that actors who are confirmed to be dating do sometimes use their relationship for financial gain. And I'm not even saying this in a nefarious way. Like Both and Newyear had an entire YouTube channel then turned around and acted in a BL opposite each other. You can't tell me they didn't want to commodify their relationship. Of course, that's not saying that shippers should be able to cross the line. That shit is never acceptable, warranted, or excused. But merely thinking they look cute together or discussing their moments online does not make a person an evil fujo (notice it's never a fudan accusation though 😉, but y'all not ready for that convo).

TLDR

My entire point with this post is that shipping can be bad and should not be tolerated when it is. When it's not bad, non-shippers can stfu w/the annoying ass holier-than-thou bs that often comes from a place of wanting to fuck the actors in question. Plus, of-age actors themselves need to tone it down if they don't want people thinking they're dating. But they also don't deserve to put up with the bullshit from obsessed shippers who probably should be criminally prosecuted for non-consensually bribing them into uncomfortable situations. Everyone just be normal lmao.

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bullet-prooflove · 2 years ago

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Chasing Fires - Brian ‘Otis’ Zvonecek: Chapter Fourteen

Like My Work? - Why Not Buy Me A Coffee

Brian Zvonecek has spent most of his adult life fighting fires, now it’s time to chase one.

Follows on from Million Reasons but is a stand alone fic.

Tagging @orileyfiction for all her help and support! Also @me-ladie for being the wonderful person she is and betaing.

- Chapter One

- Chapter Two

- Chapter Three

- Chaper Four

- Chapter Five

- Chapter Six

- Chapter Seven

- Chapter Eight

- Chapter Nine

- Chapter Ten

- Chapter Eleven

- Chapter Twelve

- Chapter Thirteen

Kat was in the kitchen when Antonio sought her out. He lingered in the doorway for a second watching as she stared into the distance. Her fingers gripped the cardboard tab of the tea bag as she dunked it repeatedly into her mug. He knew she was replaying the events of today, relieving each and every harrowing moment. It had been a wake-up call, not just for her. She never lost control like that, not in all the time he’d known her.

This thing with Eve, it was grinding on her, eroding her soul piece by piece. She’d spent so long holding onto it, it was eating her up inside. He wasn’t sure how he was supposed to get through to her, to tell her how she was compromising herself, her job.

She didn’t even register his presence when he stepped into the room, not until he reached for the coffee pot alongside her and poured it into his mug.

“You alright?” he asked her, his gaze fixated on her face as he took a sip.

“Yea.” She said, plucking the teabag from her drink and tossing it into the bin. “I don’t think I said thank you back there.”

“I’m your partner. I’ve always got your back.”

He raised his fist; she bumped her knuckles against his before attention turned back to the depths of her tea.

“You’ve been on edge since this case started,” Antonio began, his hand rubbing across the back of his neck. “I don’t think you’ve processed everything that happened to Eve, I think you’re holding onto it and it is dragging you down, affecting your work.”

“I know,” She told him before looking him straight in the eye. “It just destroys so many lives Antonio and it happens all the fucking time. Caroline was fourteen and now she has to live with what happened to her…”

“And you need to find a way to live with what just happened to you,” He said firmly, rolling his sleeves up past his wrists so that she could see the white razor wire scarring. “I know what it’s like to have your power stripped away, to feel helpless, to watch someone you love suffer, trust me Kat, I know that more than most, but you need to get a handle on it.”

He saw the fury in her eyes, the embers so brightly that he thought they could ignite at any second. This was what he was talking about, this anger, this savage rage against the world. It would consume her if she let it.

“Are you coming to me as Voight’s second in command or as my friend?”

“Both,” Antonio told her with a shrug of his shoulders. “You’re a good cop and you do good work here, I just don’t wanna see this thing take over your life. You need to make peace with it.”

He didn’t want this for her, didn’t want her to have to endure anymore. He wanted her to be healthy and happy, but you could only lead a horse to water, you couldn’t force it to drink.

“Look if you give me a sec, I’ll grab my keys and drop you home.” Antonio said, putting his mug down on the counter.

“I’m good.” Kat said, holding up her hand to cut him off when he tried to speak. “I don’t think I need anything else from you right now.”

“Kat, don’t be like that.”

Kat said nothing, she simply walked out the door.

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For Kat, when everything was going to hell in a handbasket, she always came back to the water. There was something about the sound of waves lapping against the edge of the pool, the feel of the water on her skin as she sliced through it with a ferocity she felt deep down inside of her bones.

Antonio’s words rang through her ears as she pushed off the wall again, propelling herself forward. He was right of course; she hated the fact that he was right. It had been two years since she’d taken down Scagnetti and she still carried the weight of Eve’s death on her shoulders. The memories haunted her, they dogged her dreams, stealing away her breath in the middle of the night. She would never forget seeing Eve like that, lying in a bathtub stained red by the life force poring from her wrists. The water had been cold when Kat had tried to haul her out, her lips blue. She was gone, long gone but Kat had to try because giving up meant her friend was never coming back.

She couldn’t shake that trauma, but she could deal with it and she could make sure it didn’t influence her choices any further. She’d done the work, she’d put Eve’s rapist behind bars, that should be enough shouldn’t it?

The truth was Scagnetti was just a drop in an ocean that was brimming with predators, the ones that showed themselves and the ones that didn’t. What happened to her today with Ty Henley wasn’t even the worst thing that had happened to a woman in the past twenty-four hours and that’s where this all stemmed from. It was bad enough that a man could do that, but the fact Tawney had been complicit, that she enjoyed it, pushed every single one of Kat’s buttons.

In a world where one in five women were raped in the US shouldn’t they all be watching out for one another? It enraged her that she even had to think about it, women should be able to walk down the street without fear of harassment or violence, anybody should but the fear was there, even for her as a cop. That was the real source of her anger, the injustice of it all, the fact that it had happened to her on the job. If it had been Antonio or Jay who’d walked into the house it would have been different, but it wasn’t. She was the one who’d been restrained, knife pressed to her throat while that piece of shit touched her. She was the one who would have to live with the knowledge of what almost happened, that she hadn’t been able to save herself.

It was maddening, so deeply fucking frustrating she could just scream and scream and scream.

So that’s what she did.

She ducked her head under the water, and she screamed.

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Brian was waiting for her outside. His dark wavy hair fell over his forehead as he leaned against the bonnet of his car, smoking a cigarette and blowing smoke rings out of his mouth. A navy blue scarf was wound around his throat, tucked inside that midnight coloured fleece with the white geometric snowflakes on the sleeves. Those dark eyes of his flickered up, catching hers. Her breath snagged in her throat and for a moment she felt that weight lift off her chest, her jarred nerves beginning to settle.

He held out the cardboard jacket of cigarettes wordlessly. Kat plucked one, placing it between her lips before leaning on the car alongside him. He removed a red plastic lighter from his pocket, cupping the end of her cigarette with his hand before lighting it for her. They stood beside each other in silence, staring at their distorted reflections in the glass panelling of the rec center. Kat could feel the heat rolling off his body as he lingered in her proximity, close enough to touch if she wanted to.

She took a drag, inhaling the nicotine and feeling a calm settle in her bloodstream before she allowed herself to speak.

“Antonio told you.” She said resolutely, watching as he blew a stream of smoke from between his lips.

“Yea, he did.” Brian responded before tossing the butt of his cigarette onto the ground and crushing it with the heel of his sneaker. “Are you doing ok?”

“Better now.” She told him, bumping his hip with hers lightly.

He tilted his head towards her, their eyes meeting as Kat dropped her own cigarette to the floor extinguishing it. He was tentative, she got that, unsure of how to respond to what had happened to her. She could see how much he wanted to touch her but as always, he was a gentleman, putting her needs first even if he diagnosed them incorrectly. She wasn’t made of glass, and she knew the difference between a man who wanted to hurt her and the man that was standing right here in front of her.

“I won’t break.” She promised him, taking hold of his wrist and guiding his arm around her shoulders.

He drew her close into the welcoming shelter of his body, his clean-shaven cheek brushing hers. He held Kat like she was the most precious thing in the world as she buried her face into the curve of his neck inhaling the rich citrus scent that clung to his skin.

“I’m glad you're ok.” He whispered into her hair.

With Brian by her side, she knew she would be.

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drarrily-we-row-along · 3 years ago

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Veritaserum Prompt Fic (Part 9)

(It has been a minute since I've posted anything on this fic. Sorry friends-thanks for your patience! If you'd like you can start at the beginning, Part 1 on Tumblr and click through or head over to AO3 to read the whole thing.) ============

One week.

It took one week for Draco to make all of the arrangements; to brew the potion and to get in touch with Granger to make a plan without Harry knowing.

None of it was easy, of course. Harry spent so much time with him that it was hard to have secrets, but Draco couldn't ever find it in himself to complain. If he was a better man maybe it would have gone faster but in the grand scheme of things what was one week against the balance of the rest of his life?

But, as he stirred the potion seven times counter-clockwise and it changed to a dark purple, he knew that his time was up. This was the last piece. He already had the portkey from Granger that would deliver him to her house, she'd drawn up the contract that he would sign when he got there granting Harry immunity, and now the sleeping draught was complete. A few drops in the tea that he was going to make for Harry right before bed and he'd be able to leave.

His heart clenched traitorously and his brain continuously searched for ways to weasel its way out of spending his life in prison. But this was the only way. The only that Harry would have a chance at the life that he deserved after all he'd been through. It wasn't fair for him not to get to enjoy the world he'd saved.

It was time for Draco to do the right thing. For once. He had to, Harry was his now and he had to protect him, he had to do what was best for him. The only way to give Harry his freedom was to give up his own.

"Hey," Harry said, voice warmer than the sunshine on the beach as he wrapped his arms around Draco's waist and buried his face in the side of Draco's neck, interrupting Draco from his thoughts. And Draco's entire soul ached.

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"Hi yourself," he managed, keeping his voice light and cheerful.

He felt Harry grin against his neck, "How are you?" he asked as through they hadn't seen each other a mere hour ago.

"Good," he whispered, pressing back into Harry's arms, because how could he be anything else when Harry was holding him. "Did you finish that table you were building?"

"Mmhmm," he hummed, kissing the spot just behind Draco's ear that made him feel a bit weak in the knees. "I thought maybe we could eat dinner outside."

He nodded, "Let me just tidy up out here first."

"Kay," Harry replied, pressing one more smacking kiss to his neck and making Draco laugh. "I'm going to start grilling the salmon we picked up yesterday, okay?"

He nodded. "I'll be out in a minute."

Harry gave him a wave and then disappeared out of the work room, traipsing through the green house.

Draco took a steadying breath and pulled out a small phial that he filled with the sleeping draught.

Only a few more hours.

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And the hours passed far too quickly, eating dinner, then sitting close to the ocean where the waves could wash over their feet as they drank beer and laughed up at the stars.

"Harry?" he said.

"Mmh?" the other man asked, pressing his shoulder against Draco's.

He gave him a little smile, "This is the happiest I've ever been."

Harry turned his head to look at him and smiled back, "Yeah?"

Draco nodded.

"Me too," he replied, leaning in to kiss him softly.

His heart twisted uncomfortably in his chest, squeezing and wrenching like a wet towel being wrung out. "Love you," he whispered.

He felt Harry's smile as he kissed him, mouth stretched too wide, "I love you, too," he replied.

They sat staring out over the ocean for long moments and Draco knew he had to do it now. If he let the other man take him to bed, if he let Harry tell him how happy he was and how much he loved him, he wouldn't be able to do it.

"Do you want another?" he asked, pointing to Harry's beer. "I'm going to use the loo, I can grab you one while I'm up," he offered.

Harry tilted his head back to look up at him, curls spilling across his face and catching in the breeze. "Maybe a glass of water?"

"Alright," he replied, trying to figure out what he was going to hide the sleeping potion in as he brushed a few curly strands of hair out of Harry's eyes. "Be right back, then."

Harry caught his hand and tipped his head up so he could press a kiss to the inside of Draco's wrist and he felt his eyes well up. It shouldn't be possible to feel this much, shouldn't be possible for a heart to soar and clench at the same time.

He gave Harry's hand a squeeze before releasing him and heading toward the house, taking gasping breaths as he tried to calm down, tried to force the tears and the panic away. Once inside he looked around in the kitchen, water wouldn't mask the taste of the sleeping draught, he needed to find something else.

After a moment, he pulled down the biscuits that they'd baked together the day before, setting a few out on a plate, then pouring a glass of milk that he slipped several drops of the sleeping draught into.

It took him several minutes to work up the nerve, Merlin knew that he'd never been good at being brave; it's what had landed him in the situation in the first place. Squaring his shoulders, he levitated the plate and the glasses of milk, being sure to keep track of which one he'd put the potion into, outside to the beach.

Harry laughed when he saw him, reaching out to pluck the glass of milk closest to him from the air, "You're going to make me fat," Harry said. "And then you won't love me anymore."

Draco shook his head as he sat down next to Harry, leaning over to him to kiss him, "Impossible," he murmured. He cupped Harry's cheek, brushing his thumb over his cheekbone, "There is no possible version of us where I do not fall in love with you."

A pleased grin stretched Harry's mouth wide, "I wouldn't have pegged you as a romantic," he said.

"No?" Draco asked as he picked up one of the cookies.

Harry shook his head, "I would have imagined you having sharp edges still, with practical ways to show your love, not all-" he broke off and gestured to Draco, "soft."

He shrugged one shoulder, "We've had enough sharp, haven't we?" he asked.

"Definitely," Harry agreed, taking a cookie off the plate and dunking it into the milk.

Draco swallowed against the guilt and the desire to just make it all stop.

"These turned out really well," Harry said through a mouthful of cookie. "I can't believe you'd never baked cookies before yesterday."

He smiled, "Lots of firsts here."

The corner of Harry's mouth tipped up and he leaned over to kiss Draco again, soft and sweet. "What should our next first be?" he asked when he pulled back.

"I don't know," Draco replied, watching him dunk his cookie again, the milk soaking it and making a chunk break off and sink to the bottom.

"Drat," Harry said before taking a bite out of the remainder of it. "I've always wanted to take a trip to the states," he said. "And we all know that the Ministry doesn't work well with the one in the states. We probably wouldn't even have to hide."

He hummed, watching as Harry stifled a yawn.

"I want to go to that muggle amusement park," he added.

"Alright," Draco agreed. "We'll go, then."

Harry gave him one of those guileless grins of his before starting to lift the glass of milk to his lips.

"Kiss me," Draco blurted, needing just one more kiss before the end.

The other man obliged him, "Twist my arm," he said with a wink, leaning over and drawing Draco closer, so he could kiss him.

"Sorry," Draco said when they broke apart, "Finish your milk and biscuit."

"Don't be sorry," Harry said, "I will kiss you any time, love. Literally anytime." He drained his glass of milk, making a pleased little hum when he caught the piece of the biscuit he'd lost earlier.

The effects of the potion were immediate, as they always were, Draco watched as Harry's eyes started to droop.

"Merlin," he said through a yawn, "Draco I'm exhausted all of the sudden."

He nodded, "Let's go to bed," he offered, standing up and reaching for Harry's hands.

Harry allowed himself to be tugged to his feet and he stumbled into Draco, his body sinking into him like they'd been made to fit together.

"I've got you," Draco whispered, wrapping his arm around him and holding him for a minute, memorizing the curves of his body and the way they felt pressed together. "Come on," he said after a minute.

"Don't wanna," Harry mumbled against his collarbone. "M'comfortable."

"Bed will be more comfortable," Draco assured him, nudging him toward the house.

"You'll be there, too?"

"Yeah," he whispered, knowing that his heart would live here with the other man, tucked between his ribs next to his own for safe keeping.

He managed to navigate Harry inside and they crawled into bed, Harry curled around him, drawing Harry's back against his chest and holding him.

"Love you," Harry mumbled sleepily.

"I love you too," he managed, throat tight and raw as he clutched Harry tighter and held him impossibly closer. He stayed there for longer than was strictly necessary, Harry's body was lax in his arms, he let out a soft huff snore ever few exhalations, and there wasn't a doubt in Draco's mind that the other man was in a deep sleep.

"Okay," he whispered to himself. "Okay, you've got to get up." He pressed a kiss to the soft skin on the back of Harry's neck and slid out from under him, drawing away. "Don't think about it," he muttered as he made his way out of his room, quietly closing the door.

He went to the island in the kitchen and left a note, the closest thing to a love letter he'd ever written, and laid his wand on top of it.

"Don't think about it," he repeated, opening the cupboard under the sink and digging out the old scrub brush that Granger had sent him. He took a breath and closed his eyes, not giving himself even one more moment to think and talk himself out of it, and activated the portkey.

He was sucked through time and space, and the next thing he knew his feet hit the floor in an unfamiliar living room. The door opened and Granger and Weasley came in a moment later.

"Sorry," Granger said, "We weren't sure when you were coming."

"It's fine," he said, breathing through his nose and trying to fight the tears prickling the back of his eyes.

Granger held out a parchment, "You're sure you know what you're doing?"

He nodded and reached out for the quill set out on the desk.

"Malfoy," she said, pulling the contract back, "Draco," she added, voice soft in a way that made Draco want to cry and scream. "If you sign this you can never appeal the decision the court reached. You will be in prison for the rest of your life."

"I know."

Weasley cleared his throat, "Does Harry know you're here?"

"No," he said, looking up at them. "No, I gave him a sleeping draught. He can't know until it's finalized," he added. "You saw what happened at the trial. He's so-" he shook his head, he couldn't say it, couldn't make himself voice the words. Not to them, not to anyone; they were his, all he had left, and he buried them in his chest where his heart used to be. "He can't know."

"Are you certain?" Granger asked again.

"Give it to me," he snapped. "Just give me the damn contract. I can only be tested so many fucking times and if you think leaving Harry wasn't hard enough, if you think-" He broke off, realizing that he was gasping in ragged breaths and that tears had spilled down his face. He wiped his eyes furiously. "We all know that I am not the pinnacle of valor. Doing what is right when it is difficult has never been my strong suit. So please," he said, "please stop asking me."

"You love him, too," Weasley breathed as though it was some sort of revelation.

He snatched the contract from Granger's hand and signed it before either of them could say anything else. "You said you'd have someone from the ministry ready to take me?" he said, thrusting his chin up in the air and refusing to give in to the urge to break down.

"I'm taking you," she said softly.

He nodded, "let's go, then."

"Is there anything-" Weasley started.

He shook his head and ignored the way a tear slipped down his cheek, "There is only one thing I want and we all know I can't have him."

"Come on, then," Granger said, holding out her elbow.

Just as they apparated Weasley called out, "You're a good person, Draco Malfoy."

"He's right, you know," she said when their feet hit the ground.

Draco shook his head, "I'm not, obviously," he said gesturing to the prison doors they were about to walk through. "Will you do something for me?" he asked.

She nodded, "What do you need?"

"Don't let him do anything stupid," he said.

She laughed, "I've spent my whole life failing at that."

"Tell him it's okay," he pleaded, "It's fine to move on, to live a happy life. Tell him I want that for him." He swallowed around the tears. "Tell him he deserves to be happy more than anyone, that he deserves the best life," he said, an ugly sob escaping.

Before he knew what was happening, Granger wrapped him in her arms and pulled him into an uncomfortably tight hug. "We'll figure this out," she said fiercely.

He pulled back, shaking his head and wiping his face. "Don't. And please don't say that to him."

She searched his face for a long moment and Draco tried to pull himself together. "Right," she said, nodding once and squaring her shoulders, "This way."

He closed his eyes and let the memory of the sound of the waves crashing to shore, of Harry's hand in his, and the warm sun on his face, fill him up one more time before the darkness ahead.

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Part 8 | Part 10

#veritaserum prompt fic #part 9 #angst #angsty angst #happy ending to come #self sacrificing idiots #drarry #drarry fics #sorry this part is soooo long overdue.#I'll get it posted to AO3 asap.#<3

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teddyduchampsglasses · 3 years ago

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What It Would Be Like In A Poly Relationship With Richard Cameron And Charlie Dalton

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You and Cameron were actually the first in the relationship, but your polyamorous relationship started when you and Richard were sitting in the cafeteria, eating, as people do in a cafeteria, when Charlie came up to the two of you. “Wanna catch a movie?” He said, in your general direction. He flashed a charming smirk before your boyfriend stepped in “What the hell, they are my significant other, you know that.” He pouted. “I know? I was asking you too.” And that’s exactly how you found yourself seated between both Cameron and Charlie in the dim light of the movie theater. Both your hands clasped together and taken by one of the boys.

You guys fight over date plans because everyone has very differnt ideas of fun and romance. While Charlie favors sneaking into abandoned buildings, feeling the thrill of the darkness and the new territory to explore, that’s not really Cameron’s cup of tea. Sure, he’ll join you guys and end up having a blast, it isn’t really his first choice. Or second or third. Cameron usually suggests plans for the night that are sweet and romantic. He likes going to fancy and expensive restaurants, going on late night walks in the dim light of the night. He likes to compliment and flatter both Charlie and you as much as possible. Both their suggestions are always fun and enjoyable but it’s pretty complicated picking which one you’re all gonna take part in that day.

PDA is a yes for Charlie Dalton, but you can’t exactly say the same for Richard Cameron. Now, I’m not saying he doesn’t want to show any public displays of affection, that’s not what I’m saying at all, just him and Charlie’s idea of PDA are a lot different. Cameron is totally okay with hugs, hand holding, quick kisses and small things such as, but nothing to draw too much attention to yourselves. Charlie is different. He will absolutely grab either Cameron or yourself by the waist, pulling either of you into his lap and making you sit there while he study’s, he is all about flirting and whispering smug things into your ears. Cameron doesn’t want to make anyone uncomfortable while Charlie is a bit needy.

They often sneak into your dorm together, just to have sleep overs. Charlie arriving and already seeing you cuddled up to Cameron isn’t very uncommon. Cameron doesn’t like to sleep alone, and while Charlie is always an option, that dude snores and Cameron can’t take it. All three of you love waking up in each other’s arms, smiling and giggling as the sun blinds you. Charlie likes to have his hair played with every morning, so you can usually expect him to be begging either one of you to fluff his hair. And neither of you ever object.

When you all go to the beach together, those are your own personal favorite days. Packing a lunch and being gone all day, with the people you love, excites you. When you’re with them, you don’t feel self conscious or judged in a bathing suit at all, you actually receive and give many compliments on those days. Having water fights is usually what happens, splashing and dunking each other under the water is very entertaining. Both you and Cameron spend just about the whole day fawning over Charlie wearing a pair of sunglasses and Richard always returns to Welton with the worlds worst sunburn you’ve ever seen. No matter how much sunblock he puts on, it never seems to be enough.

Sneaking out is always a big deal with these two. Charlie always has to be a little extra, so that usually leads to him, some how, scaling the wall from his window, landing safely on the ground, while Cameron and yourself just walk out the front door. Activity’s you take part in after successfully making your escape, might range from going for just a simple night walk, to skinny dipping. But no matter what, when ever you do decided to sneak out, you make the night a memorable one. Even if you do something simple or small, you make sure everyone is having a good time.

Seeing Charlie and you chasing each other around the halls for a single piece of toast or a half of a muffin isn’t very uncommon. The two of you take your food very seriously, and stealing each other’s meals is an easy way to gain it for free. Cameron, even though he will never admit that he does, sometimes even joins in on you twos little game.

Cameron will gladly tutor the both of you, happy to help anytime, but usually he gives up about half way through when you and Charlie are still both clueless as to what’s going on. And that’s when you and Charlie start begging to do something. Really anything works. Going on a walk around Welton or maybe going into town as a little treat. And Cameron just caves and gives you two what you want. You all just forget about the work and go out and get ice cream or something such as maybe going to a fast food restaurant, something quick and easy.

You are constantly wear each other’s clothes. It doesn’t matter who’s are what it is, really what ever is laying around, you’re wearing. And that means that poor Cameron has started doing not only his laundry, but both yours and Charlie’s too. And it’s a bit easy to figure out who’s clothes are who’s based on size and style but you guys just wear what ever. So a lot of the other Welton boys will hear “Charlie, do you know where our blue sweater is?” Being yelled out into the halls. To which Charlie would respond with “You mean my blue sweater?”

You three are actually very nice cooks, even Charlie. He burns things from time to time but he’s usually an immaculate chef. The three of you cooking meals for the rest of the dead poets isn’t necessarily uncommon. But usually, you just use your skills in a greedy way, to make pastries and hide away in your dorms with them.

When ever it storms is when you can find both Cameron and Charlie cuddled up in your room, hidden deep under the blankets. Charlie, he will never admit it but, he’s a bit shaken up by storms. The flashes of lightening and booms of thunder always make him a bit jumpy, so that’s when he heads to your room. And when Cameron wakes up alone, that’s when he starts getting scared himself and heads to your room. Their both just little scaredy-cats.

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Okay, all I have to do now is What It Would Be Like In A Poly Relationship With Knox Overstreet And Charlie Dalton, and then I’ll get to some requests I’ve received :) so Charlie and Knox simps stay tuned.

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fanfic-me-up · 4 years ago

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okay so i kinda got carried away with this one??? i just really love this idea and how freaking fluffy it is! so thank you for submitting it @peachy-yabbay! 😊 also lowkey im sorta falling in love with kaminari?? like he’s so fun to write and i had a smile the entire time. anyway i rlly hope you enjoy!

Feel free to request more here. I write fics, drabbles, and headcanons 💖

Also, I have a yoga fic already posted with bakugou x fem!reader so if this doesn’t satisfy your need of bakugou being a flexible pretzel and failing you can read more here 😂

Bakugou Katsuki

THE STRUGGLE IS REAL

like Bakugou prides himself on going to the gym everyday, but he focuses on strength training and muscle building

the art of flexibility takes time, effort, and perseverance

he gets super frustrated when he can't get the splits in 2.5 seconds

“Careful or you might pull something.”

he ignores you ofc bc for some reason he thinks he’s gonna get the splits if he just - forces himself???

“seriously, Bakugou, don’t push so much-”

“Shut up I know what I’m - OW SHIT FUCKING HELL”

poor bby is on the ground cradling his thigh bc he pulled his hamstring

And lemme tell you THAT SHIT HURTS 😭

he’s literally screaming bloody murder

-like he’s faced a lot of pain from hero training but pulling your hamstring is just so. much. worse???

you grab an icyhot pack (aka you grab Todoroki lol) but Bakugou’s just like “hell no fuck off half n half”

“Must be bad. I heard you crying from downstairs-”

“I SAID FUCK OFF” Todoroki shrugs and leaves.

you roll your eyes at Bakugou’s stubbornness and grab some muscle balm instead

“Tch. I can do it myself” but you ignore him and rub the balm on his thigh, he doesn’t fight it

after that whole fiasco he finally listens to your warnings when you tell him that's enough

he’s in the splits in a little over a month!

“Oh my god, Bakugou, you’re doing it!”

“Tch. I know.”

you don’t miss the small smile on his face

he goes up to you later and shoves something in your hands

“Um. What’s this?”

“A movie ticket” you stare at it blankly, he rolls his eyes

“I’m taking you to the movies tonight, dumbass.”

“Like a date?” you stare up with hopeful eyes

“The fuck? No! As payment.”

you blink, clearly confused

“You know… for helping me with my stretches.”

Oh.

you blush in embarrassment at the misunderstanding

“I’ll meet you out front at 7. Don’t be late.” he walks off, but before he reaches the corner he stops-

“Ugh fine! It’s a date! Happy!?”

you erupt in the biggest smile

he wants to be the only one to make you smile like that from now on

Todoroki Shouto

Todoroki is impressed with how flexible you are, and you’re quite surprised when he asks you to help him

the most aloof - and handsome - guy in your class you’ve barely spoken TWO words to has come to you for help??? is this a dream? someone pinch you 👀

but there you are, the next day in his dorm, gently pushing his hips down

Todoroki’s working on his warrior/scorpion pose (ya’ll there's so many names for this pose jfc the one where you’re standing on one leg, back arched, and you’re holding the other leg above your head)

he’s sweating and breathing heavily, and when you go to steady him, you actually burn your hand on his bicep.

“Ouch!”

“Are you okay?”

he’s hovering over you the next second, you show him your hand, a blister already forming

“Damn it. I still have trouble controlling my left side,” he looks away from you, clenching his fists, “I’m sorry, Y/N.”

“Hey, it’s okay,” you blow cool air on the wound to stop the tingling, “all better,” you smile up at him

“Here, let me,” he pulls his shirt up to reveal his stomach and places your hand on the right side. You sigh in relief as your hand is instantly cooled.

Uh oh.

you realize where your hand is currently pressed against 😳

you’re so tempted to trace along the hard contours of his abs

“Y/N? You’re burning up.” he touches your cheek, your heart doing somersaults at the closeness

“Oh-kay, that’s enough for today!” you squeak, running away from a thoroughly confused Todoroki

Todoroki shows excellent progress in just a couple weeks. He says it’s because he has a great teacher, but you know it's his work ethic and how he listens to your advice and applies it flawlessly.

He’s even gotten better at controlling his left side since he’s constantly relaxing his muscles to get deeper in the stretch.

it happens during warm-ups before training

Class 1-A goes into some stretches when you see Todoroki go into a perfect scorpion. His back perfectly arched and his leg reaching above his head.

“Oh my god, Todoroki, you’re doing it!” you clap your hands in excitement

“Am I?”

...is this boy for real? lol

“YES” you laugh at his stoic expression

“I see.” He softly comments before going into another stretch.

your shoulders deflate, disappointed at the lack of enthusiasm

“I couldn’t have done it without you,” he cracks a small smile and your breath is taken away by the simple gesture. It’s rare to see him with such a soft expression, and the fact that you’re the reason for it sends your heart aflutter.

AND bc he’s totally oblivious to your current state, he goes up to you and whispers, “you’re an amazing teacher, Y/N”

“It was n-nothing re-really it was a-all you!” you laugh awkwardly, unable to meet his eyes.

“How can I thank you?”

“It-it’s really n-not necessary!”

“Hmm…” he walks away deep in thought and you’re just standing there like the stuttering mess you are bc how dare he walk away like nothing!?

Mina’s got your back tho bc frankly it's quite sad how awkward you are and how oblivious Todoroki is that she NEEDS to become the captain of this ship stat

She “casually” suggests to Todoroki that he should take you out to eat as a thank you for helping him.

and when he walks you to your door that night he says, “I hope you enjoyed our date”

“D-date?” cue the butterflies in your stomach

“Was it not a date?” You’re pinned by his intense gaze, but you manage to squeak out a “yes!” in your confused daze. He chuckles at your nervousness

“Have a good night, Y/N.” he kisses your cheek

and when you give Mina the details of your date there’s a bunch of squealing from her end and you’re just like 😳 the entire night

Kaminari Denki

“Woah, Y/N, you’re really flexible. Can you put your foot over your head?”

You show him and he’s totally amazed. “Cool! Can you teach me? I wanna put BOTH legs over my head!”

first day of stretching with Kaminari is… def a day you remember

“Ow ow! Y/N, don’t break me!”

“Denki, I’m not even touching you!”

He looks up where your hands are on your hips

“oh... heh” he gives you a sheepish smile

You roll your eyes. How you’re gonna get this boy flexible enough to put his foot over his head is beyond you, but you’re happy it’s going to take a while - it means more time spent with your crush

You spend an hour with Kaminari each day to perfect his stretching routine (It should only take about 20 minutes, but the boy’s got the attention span of a newborn puppy)

“Woah check out that cloud, Y/N.” Kaminari looks in awe at the sky. You sigh, not again

“Denki, we’re not done, get back in the stretch”

“Look Y/N,” he points, “doesn’t it look exactly like baby yoda?” He lies down on the grass to gaze at the clouds

“Oh my god, Denki, I’m gonna kill - oh wow…” you gaze up in awe at the cloud, “baby yoda…”

You and Kaminari spend the rest of the hour cloud gazing

After literal MONTHS of getting on Kaminari’s ass he can FINALLY put his legs over his head.

He calls out to you during a training exercise, “Y/N LOOK I DID IT!”

“NOT ONE BUT TWO!” he points at both of his legs with a huge smile

You feel a rush of happiness because even after how frustrated you were with him at times, you would do it a million times over if it meant getting to see such a pure smile.

“Congrats!” you say, “Now, stand up so I can give you a hug!”

“Um…” he sheepishly looks up at you, “I’m kinda... stuck?”

You roll your eyes affectionately, “the things I do for you.”

You’re about to help Kaminari when Bakugou shoves him backwards giving everyone in class a clear view of his ass in the air 😂

“Hah, dumbass.”

Kaminari waddles helplessly side to side

“Y/N?” he squeaks, “a little help here?”

Later that week he tells you he found a yoga class for both of you to take and you’re surprised. He still wants to spend time with you?

But then he says, “Are you crazy? Why wouldn’t I wanna spend time with the coolest person I know?”

You choke on your tea, in disbelief at his words - that was a huge compliment and you know Kaminari is a very open person so you just brush it off with an “Oh stop it…”

“No I’m serious, Y/N, you’re awesome. Like super awesome,” he gives an awkward laugh while rubbing the back of his neck

“I’ve been thinking… maybe after yoga, we can, i don't know... hit up the arcade or something? Or it doesn’t have to be the arcade, it could be anything really!”

You’ve never seen Kaminari this flustered before. He’s the type to brush off his mistakes with a laugh, always moving on to the next moment.

“No, the arcade sounds fun!”

You reassure him and the confident light in his eyes returns

“Oh and Denki?”

“Yeah?”

“Prepare to get rekt in mario kart”

This starts a whole ass play fight about who’s gonna get dunked on when racing down rainbow road

#bakugou x reader #todoroki x reader #kaminari x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #todoroki shouto x reader #kaminari denki x reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader #bnha #mha #bnha headcanon #katsuki bakugou x reader #shouto todoroki x reader #denki kaminari x reader #bnha fluff #fanfic-me-up #fanfic-me-up request

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theriverpersonshadow · 3 years ago

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Lamia Drama: Side Session (2)

Like I said, this got suuuuuper long. Also, I have no idea if I can even live up to the potential chaos I’ve set up XD

All the species belong to @vex-bittys

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Nikolai had been rather thorough in his consideration for the troublemaker of the night. It sounded like the entire gimmick was to be around pygmy’s natural playfulness, so might as well play it up. Their games might have had some darker tones and general swearing, but they could tone it down for one night; a child would be best. But not too young. They needed to at least be old enough to comprehend that they were playing a game of make believe and hadn’t actually become a dragon or whatever silliness was going to happen.

So Piper was perfect. One of the older children, but still very much a child by both human and lamia standards. Really there were many candidates, Piper just caught his eye first, possibly because he was easy to pick out. He’d developed a mostly harmless condition where he had patches of scales on some of his bones, most notable on the forehead and back of his skull. It tended to itch a bit, but a little bit of extra hygiene and some topical creams fixed that right up. The little one wasn’t quite old enough to start looking for a home yet – socialization with other younglings was important for development after all – but he would be fine spending a few hours away from the others.

Piper was curled around Nikolai’s left forearm, little hands clinging to the fabric and tail coiled tight as he stubbornly hung upside down, giggling and chirping as the world went by. He was still small enough that falling wouldn’t actually hurt him even if he hit the floor.

Nikolai stopped in front of the door, looking down at Piper, “Remember how the game goes?”

Piper nodded, “I the boss!”

Keith had decided that Piper would be a sort of Co-DM. It was going to be an interesting session…

“Keith – the Chain – is also the boss. And remember, it’s all pretend, but pretend how you want.”

“I knoooowwsss! Not a hatchling!” Piper huffed, pouting and glaring at Nikolai.

Nikolai chuckled, “No, no you’re not.” He mentally added, but you’re not much older. “Tell me if it gets to be too much, okay?” He’d be keeping an eye out anyways – overstimulating a pygmy was harder than it might be with other breeds, but not impossible.

“It won’t!” Piper chirped. “Go in now!” He was pawing at the underside of Nikolai’s arm, wiggling restlessly.

“Alright, alright,” Nikolai said, opening the door to the break room. Everyone else had already taken their seats, snacks and drinks at the ready. It looked like someone had already set out a cup of Chai tea for him. “Why thank you,” he said has he settled into his spot, setting Piper down to wander the table.

Piper immediately went for Nikolai’s mug, curling around it and peaking inside. Before Nikolai could stop him, Piper stuck his tongue into it and hissed, darting away.

“BIT ME!” Piper cried, glaring at the offending mug from behind his hiding place… which was ironically Alex’s cup of tea – green and hibiscus instead of chai.

Nikolai sighed, reaching out to give Piper a few little pets, “It’s chai tea. I could’ve told you you might not like it. It’s spicy, bitter, and still hot.”

“Why?” Piper said.

“Um… because it has spices?” Nikolai said.

“Why drink?”

“Because I like it,” Nikolai said.

“No,” Piper said, crossing his arms. He was now holding Alex’s drink hostage instead, but had the good sense to not dunk his tongue in immediately. “Lady’s smarter. Smells good!”

“Aaaaw, thanks. That’d be the hibiscus. Gives it kinda a fruity flavor. Not sure if you’d want this either though. I don’t put sugar in it… And you might be a little young for caffeine at all, honestly?” Alex said. “Geez… and I though Trousle was small! You’re so little!”

“Mm hmm. I’m cute,” Piper said, rolling over to show the softer scales of his underbelly. Alex squeaked at the cuteness, gently stroking the softer tissue as Piper purred.

Oozy huffed and leaned over, gently headbutting Alex’s other hand. Alex chuckled and started petting him too… And then Trousle looked over, and Keith was trying to pretend he wasn’t, but Nikolai could see his tail trying to sneakily capture Alex in a snuggle.

“… I don’t have enough hands for all these lamia,” Alex said. “Who designed humans? I have some questions for them.”

“Me too! You need more hands! For more cuddles! But you’re very warm, I like it!” Trousle said, slithering over to lay beside her arm.

“You guys are so desperate,” Hux said with a deadpan expression. “It’s fu…” He looked over at Nikolai, who was giving him a death glare, hood fully spread and tail coiled, “…uuuuuuppernuttering embarrassing.”

Piper laughed and, as children do, immediately chirped, “Fuppernutter!”

“Fuppernutter,” Alex echoed.

“What is a fuppernutter?” Trousle said, head tilted in honest confusion.

Oozy said, “Is it related to peanut butter?”

“Maybe it’s cousins with flutters or shutters,” Keith said.

“Does it give nuts to fuppers?” Alex said.

“I think I’m having a stroke,” Hux said, looking desperately to Nikolai.

Nikolai smirked, leaning with his elbows against the table. “You brought this on yourself, now deal with it, you fuppernutter.”

Hux let out a loud grown. “Whyyyyy… Ugh. Aren’t we here to, like, game? Let’s do that. Please.”

Keith nodded, “Yeah, guess we are. Alright, let’s see the insanity! And remember, keep it clean.” He gestured to the kid. “Let’s start with… hmm… Nikolai?”

Nikolai straightened up and pulled out the character sheet, “A level 10 sorcerer who believes magic isn’t real. I’ve named him… Steve.”

“Steve?” Keith said, clearly trying to hold back a laugh. “Oh boy- heh… Why the heck is that funny? Oh my gosh.” He snickered into his hand as Nikolai rolled his eyes. It wasn’t that funny.

“Alright. So we’ve got Steve. Hux?”

“Eh… I figured I’d go rogue and go Rogue this time. Level 20 changeling thief!”

“Branching out a little, eh? Sounds like fun!” Keith said, apparently not caring about the lack of name or any background info.

Hux was going to steal absolutely everything from everyone, wasn’t he?

“Alright, Trousle?”

Trousle grinned and quickly sent something to Keith, notified by a little ring. Keith’s eyes scanned it, nodding along, then grew wider, then he started laughing, “Dude. I know it’s dungeons and dragons, but… Oh man. I love it.”

“What?” Hux said. “C’mon, tell us!”

Trousle had a proud grin as he typed, “I’m a level 14 half dragon, dragonborn weredragon monk taking path of the ascendant dragon.”

“That is so much dragon,” Alex said. “I think he wins. He’s the dragon in Dungeons and Dragons. It’s him. He’s all the dragons.”

“I don’t know if that’s legal, but I kind of hope it is,” Nikolai said.

“The monk subclass is in playtesting still, and weredragons are from 2e. So very much no, but it’s a one shot and I do not care.” Trousle had his little arms on his hips as the voice app finished speaking for him.

“Oh man. This is, oh boy,” Keith said.

Piper was looking at Trousle in awe, “You’re dragon?!”

Trousle shook his head, typing, “Not really. But my character is!”

Piper nodded. “I pretend dragon too! RAAAAWR!!!!” He slithered over to Trousle and play-tackled him, chirping and giggling as Trousle snaked around the table in a little game of chase.

While that was going on, Keith continued, “Alex? What about you?”

“I’ve been meaning to try cleric, but, well… Personal issues, I guess. But hey, tricksters are awesome, so I’mma trickster cleric! Sounds like some fun little bit of chaos chaos,” she said. “Maybe I should’ve gone higher level… I’m only level 10.”

“Nooooob,” Hux said, tail end twitching.

“Nooooooooom!!!” Piper said. He’d managed to capture Trousle, getting a sort of impromptu piggy back ride on the other lamia. Trousle seemed more confused than distressed about this occurrence.

“And… Oh boy. Do I even wanna know, Oozy?” Keith said.

Oozy got a shit-eating grin as he passed a paper forward. “Memelord.”

“A what?”

“Found it online.”

“… Oh thor have mercy…” Keith said.

“Level 20.”

“Why did I let you just make whatever.”

“Because it’s hilarious.”

“You’re never playing this again.”

“That’s fine.”

“You can pickpocket Anubis mid-combat.”

“Yeeeep,” Oozy said. “It’s great, ain’t it?

“You’re proficient in all the saving throws.”

“You should know better than to tell me to go nuts.”

“Whyyyyyy” Keith hissed, rubbing away an anatomically impossible headache.

“Because it’s hiss-terical.” Oozy laughed out loud, and Kieth was trying to hide it, but he was joining in.

“I’m never doing this again,” Keith said, blatantly lying as he did every single time he more or less told them to be as ridiculous as possible for a noncanon oneshot.

“Yeah you are,” Hux said. “’cause you looooove us or something. Ya dork.”

“Heh, could say the same about you.”

“Nope. My soul’s just ice.”

“Ice soul?” Piper said, looking up from the captive Trousle. “Doctor’s here! Tha’s bad! Gotta get you warmed! Get the fire!”

“No. No fire,” Nikolai said. “He’s just being himself.”

“Hmm… okay! We play now? I’m the highest! Level 40!” Piper chirped. “I win all the things! ‘Cause I’m the dragon! Or the dungeon!” He was lightly bouncing in place, hands outstretched.

“Heh, there’s not really a win to this game… It’s just about having fun and playing pretend,” Keith said. “C’mon, I’ll let you on my side of the screen.” He gently scooped up Piper and draped him around his neck.

“I have the tall!” Piper yelled. “FEAR ME!”

“Oh nooooo!”

“Alright here we go…”

Memelord is a joke class I found online.

I’m actually using Path of the Ascendant Dragon in a campaign! Or I’m planning to, haven’t started yet.

#Lamia Drama #Lamia Drama Side Session #Lamia #Lamia Bitties #Vex-Bitties #Hux #Oozy #Trousle #Piper #Nikolai #Keith #dnd #I cannot hope to live up to the potential chaos I have started #This may or may not be the end #Because there is nothing I can write to do this justice

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sweater-daddiesdumbdork · 4 years ago

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Hey I was wondering. If you don't wanna do it that's totally ok but I do have a small request🙈 I've been tested for covid and I haven't gotten results back but I'm 98% sure I got it. And I started thinkin. What would Bucky or Steve be like if there lover got the nasty virus? Btw I read the one you just wrote about buck eating a shit ton a food and honestly I thought it was cute as frick. I would easily do it with him😂😂 -hella bi bitch

Oh, damn Babes, I'm sorry! Please take care of yourself and sending you all the damn healing vibes and Love I got to give. Thank you! that was a late-night ramble cause I couldn't sleep a few months ago. Bucky and Steve would take care of you...

You got the phone call and your nose wrinkled at the news, worry lacing through you as you hit the end call button and set your cell phone down, trying to process the news, all the while feeling like you've been hit with a bat. Would explain it, fuck you felt TERRIBLE.

Bucky caught sight of you from across the room where he was grinding herbs for a fresh cup of tea, herbs that he was given by Banner to help with some of the symptoms you've been dealing with these past few days. Headache, nasty cough, the works.

“He said positive, didn't he?” The super soldier asked as he poured the hot water into the mug, and dunked the herbs in. You just watched fascinated, this giant man is so delicate, so careful. Snapping out of it, you rubbed your arms. “Yea, we decided it's just best to stay here, with Banner on the staff, as well as his whole team. I can go to the lower levels and be quarantined away from all everyone else.”

Bucky shook his head and drew you to the couch. “Fuck that Baby. Unless it's necessary for your health, you're staying with me.”

You're trying to scoot away from him, sipping your tea. “Bucky, I can't stay, hell you should be tested too, Right away!” Your voice is going into a slight panic when he carefully brought you back closer, cuddling you into his lap.

“Don't worry about me, my body burns off the virus.” He explained, and scooped you up, carrying you to the bedroom. “So I will take care of you.”

You couldn't help but giggle. “Your gonna be my nurse?”

“Damn straight baby.” He set you on the bed and settled you against the pillows. A knock on the apartment door drew him away, and when Bucky opened the door, Steve held up a couple bags. “Homemade chicken soup from that Deli Y/N loves as well as other stuff.”

Letting him in, Steve dropped the stuff on the kitchen counter and Bucky motioned that you were back in the bedroom. Steve headed back down the hallway and knocked on the door, poking his head in.

“Like some company? Brought you soup.” He asked as you were flipping channels. Your head lifted and you sniffled a bit.

“Steve, ugh I got tested and I have it.” tossing the remote down. He came into the bedroom, and moved to sit on the other side, picking up the remote and proceeding to go through the stations while you buried into the pillows.

“I figured Doll, and I know Bucky is going to take good care of you. He has a knack for it.” Settling on a movie, he set it aside. “He used to get into this mode when I would get sick before the serum. He would take right over, and fuck, probably saved me a few times when I had the pneumonia. Stayed day and night, kept a watch on me.”

You smiled softly and rested against Steves soldier, he was one of your closest friends and considered yourself lucky. His arm went around your shoulder. “I will provide some extra company.”

Bucky was coming in with hot soup and wasn't surprised to see Steve hanging out with you, and the soldier eased you to the middle, handing you the soup to try out, and you made yourself comfortable between the two of them. “Thank you Buck.”

“No problem Baby.” Kissing your forehead.

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the-fiction-witch · 4 years ago

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Goo

REAL LIFE: SCANDAL COUPLE: TBS X READER RATING: FUNNY + FLIRTY AF

"What are we doing today?" Thomas asks sat on his sofa sipping tea out of a mug shaped like the death star

"We are going to be nice to you" y/n smiled as she came from behind the camera with tea and a small packet of biscuits

"Are we?" he asks glaring at her a little confused and taking a biscuit from her

"Yes we are Thomas" she smiled fixing her hair

".... I am suspicious" he says trying to dip his biscuit in his mug however it was far to big to go into the mug "Ooh." He sighed sadness flooding his face apron discovering he couldn't dunk his biscuit before snapping it in half and dunking it

"Why?"

"Because why are you being nice to me?"

"I can't be nice?"

"Yes But it worry's me" he sighed

"we are going to make you lovely and relaxed" she smiled

"... You're not even going to comment on me being gross?" He asks eating his now tea soaked biscuit

"..... No I won't" she sighed sipping her tea "with your crunchy tea"

"I knew that wouldn't last long" He says

"I am not good at being nice"

"You are not" He sighed "What are we doing anyway?"

"Do You remember being a child?"

"Vaguely yes"

"Do you remember a advert that plaid on Tv when we where kids?"

"... I remember alot of ad's that plaid when we where kids"

"well we weren't really kids we would have been... teens"

"Teens? like pre teens or older teens?"

"Mid Teens"

".... ish, I remember little from that time. I spend most of it locked in my room"

"I remember you bassicly went in your bedroom as a pre teen who looked really fucking young and then came out when you where like nineteen where yeah you still looked young but you've voice had broke, you grew a bit, like you actually looked more like a teen" "I did, I didn't want anyone to see me at that time, especially you"

"why not me?"

"Because I had a crush on you at that point" "Did you?"

"Yeah? you didn't know that?"

"No"

"Yeah, I had a massive fucking crush on you at that age"

"I did Not know that" she giggles

"You knew, I've told you that before" he says "To be fair you where like a little poodle skirt girl who worked for your dad in a vintage car garage, that I also worked at. I was going to end up with a crush on you at some point"

"was the me being bi helping a bit with that?" "Yes! I watched you make out with Jake and then immediately go make out with linsey. that was amazing"

"Did you ever wanna see me naked?"

"I was seventeen? So.... yes" "The tits?" "Tits where making a very compelling argument at that age" "do they still?"

"Ehh" He shrugs "Kinda, it's less fun because I now know you don't give a shit"

"I really don't, there just breasts, I have boobs, you have boobs."

"You've very much okay with it"

"My logic is, you can lift your shirt up show your boobs and nips, I do It I get arrested and that's fucking mental"

"It is" he says "I would not complain about you taking your shirt off" "The face" she smiled rubbing his chin "shut it"

"Didn't you make out with my girlfriend at that point?"

"I did, your eighteenth birthday party"

"That was werid.... But very arousing" "What me and your then girlfriend making out in front of you?"

"Yeah, pretty sure I'd had a sex dream about that" He says sipping his tea

"Then or yesterday?" "Both" "Hey issy, how you doing, wanna come over and make out in front of thomas again" she waves

"We don't even date anymore"

"Still, just have like a party of all your old girlfreinds"

"Ohh god!"

"and I'll snog all of them"

"Even Gzi?"

"Especially Gzi, she's fucking hot"

"Yeah..."

"You fucked up"

"That I did" "I'm very off topic, anyway! The product that was on constantly like every other ad break, I will point out it was... On the verge of an infomercial, like if it had been a minuet longer it would be an infomercial not an ad" she explained

".... I remember two of them" "The one you where never allowed to have"

"........... Jelli bath!" He gasped

"Hold up! say that again"

"Jelli bath"

".... Thomas brodie Sangster you are from fucking south London don't you dare said bath in that way"

"what? it's what the product is called"

"The product?"

"Is Jelli BAth

"But on Sundays you have a ?"

"Bubble Bath"

"Thank you" she smiled "what was the other ad you remember?"

"The weird moulding gunk"

"Ohh yeah, what was that called?"

"No idea, I do not remember I just remember the kid in the ad putting the orange goo on the dinosaur skeleton and making it into a big dinosaur" he explained

"Yeah I remember that, But Jelli bath? you remember this?"

"I do"

"good"

"We are going to go bathe in it" he asks sipping his tea

"Yep"

".... are we bathing together?" He asks

"Yep"

"On camera?"

"Yep"

"We're gonna be naked?"

"Do you wanna be naked?"

".... Well of course I wanna be naked sweetie darling"

"Thomas! stop fueling the fire!"

"I'm sorry, are we gonna be naked in this stuff though?"

"No, we will have swimsuits on, becuase.... internet" she says "we as always will do a version where we are naked that will be on my porn hub channel as usual" " as usual? when have you filmed us naked?"

"When aren't I filming you naked?"

"that video's not on there is it?" he whispered

"what video?"

"Are you filming?"

"Uhh, No I pasued" she says touching the remote for her camera but it still filmed "what video?"

"THE Video"

"What video?"

"........ The Video" He says "You know the one I mean y/n"

"No I don't be more specific?"

"The sexy video we did the other month?"

"The sex toy one?"

"No"

"The linqure one?"

"No, you know the one I mean, sugar"

"we make a lot of sexy videos"

"The... one in my bedroom" he whispered

"Oh no, thats' saved on my hard drive"

"Ahhh good," he says

"Ohh I didn't pause the camera, it's fine sally will cut it" she says "Lets go make the bath up"

"Ooooohh.... bath time together"

"Oh shut up thomas"

"wait who's bathroom are we using?"

"yours"

"Oh no" he says "should I have cleaned it?"

"when did you clean it last?" she asks he simply sips his tea sheepishly "Thomas?"

It then cut to the bathroom with the bath already run the two in swimwear

"why did I agree to this?" He sighs

"Because I'm not ordering Pizza unless you do" "I'm an adult. I can buy my own Pizza"

"But do you wanna ring the man to order it?"

"..... Lets do this" He sighed

"throw in this bag of stuff" she says "Then wait for goo"

"Who's going in first" "You"

"why me?"

"You're bathroom"

"You're Idea"

"You're more naked then I am"

"You're video" "Get in the tub Thomas"

"You get in the tub"

"Fine! How clean is this bathtub?" she asks going to climb in

"Uuuuuuuuuhhhhh...."

"A day?"

"Uhhhh"

"A week?"

"Uuhhh"

"Have you jizzed in this tub recently enough It will be an issue for me Thomas!"

".... Maybe" he says "How long does it live?"

"Four days"

"No your good"

"are you sure?"

"Yes I'm sure,"

"Okay" she says climbing in

"Just don't touch the bottle on the side" he says from off camera

"whoa whoa whoa what why!" she yelped

"No reason"

"No fucking tell me why can't I touch the bottle" "You'll be fine"

"Thomas.... answer the question"

".... just don't mess with it"

"Okay, Okay... I'm really freaked out now" she says as she sat in the water

"If you are that worried about getting into my bath because I might have done something, then why do you let me have sex with you?"

"Ughhh thomas!" she gasps

"You literally let me cum inside you like twenty minuets ago"

"Stop fuelling the shipping fire" she yelled throwing water at him "Shut the fuck up and get in the tub"

he sighed and climbed in the bath the other side of her "Hi"

"Hi"

"we're having a bath together" "yes we are" "This is a weird Thursday"

"It is... is this what you thought you would be doing when you woke up this morning thomas?"

".... No. But I've known you long enough to know better then to expect Normal days"

"Right lets throw in some goo" she says opening the packet and letting the powder drop into the bath

"Ooooh it's already getting thick"

"The water or your dick Thomas?"

".... both"

"Blue Gooo! It's called Blasting Bloo"

"I remember it being called bloo lagoon or something once"

"I think it was, but they must have changed it to be more friendly" "I think Blasting bloo is way more suggestive"

"that's just because we are sat in a bath together Thomas"

"Maybe"

"Ohhh I don't like this, It feels weird, I don't like want it on my butt and such"

"Nnnnnoooooooo" He complained as he felt the goo the water had now turned into "I hate this, I don't wanna be in this"

"I also don't like this but you know the deal"

"what deal!"

"We stay in this for ten minuets"

"or what?" "Or I'm filming sexy Halloween costumes with you"

"I will sit" he sighed bundling himself in the corner "do you wanna get out and go eat ice cream?"

"Yes, this shits gross"

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insidetheacademy · 5 years ago

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Say You Love Me || iv

pairings: peter parker x reader (both peter and reader are 18+!)

summary: Peter found out that reader is moving away

warnings: angst, explicit language

gif credits: tomholandd

part i part ii part iii part iv part v

you were sitting on a stool just painting on your perfectly laid out easel. envisioning the scenery that you had in your mind. frank ocean was playing in the background, basically you were just vibing to the whole scene that you’re in right now. brushes were gently dragged across the canvas while you sing along to frank ocean.

as you were about to drag your brush that was covered in purple paint, someone had rang your doorbell. it was odd as you dont usually get visitors ever. you think it wasnt appropriate to bring guests over since your place looks like it belongs in a dumpster– you dipped your brush in your jar that’s filled with water and walked over to your door. you opened it slightly to take a peek at who it was

and there he was in all of his glory; Peter Parker. you opened the door wide and greeted him, “Parker, hey. didnt know you were coming over,” you said nervously, his lips curved into a smile “yeah! thought i would surprise you,” it was shocking, yes, you hadnt even told him whats your apartment number. he must have stalked you when he’s being Spider-Man.

you invited him in and turned the volume of the radio down so it wouldnt be noisy. you walked over to your small kitchen to make some tea for the two of you. “so, what brings you here, Peter?” you curiously asked him, “i was just about to ask you out for lunch. i didnt know you were busy,” he said while looking around your cozy apartment.

you took out the teabags from their container and dunked it in the teapot. you then took out two cups and pour the tea out. “i wouldn’t say i’m busy. plus you should’ve called me before coming over,” you handed him his tea. he took a sip and shrugs his shoulder

the next few hours, he hung out at your place, you ordered pizza for the two of you while he was sitting on your couch watching a movie that you had put on. “so, what are you up to nowadays?” you asked Peter, he swallowed his pizza and said “well, i’m just doing superhero stuffs, you know?” you raised your eyebrows and laughed at his statement “as in what?” he crossed his arms and said “i’m actually working with Happy now. believe it or not, he gets on my nerves,” the both of you laughed

“ ‘kay, I’m gonna go to the bathroom” you put down your tea cup and your phone on the coffee table and headed to your bathroom. your phone dings and Peter couldnt help it but to take a small look on who it was, it read “congratulations y/n, on getting a job in Paris!! your father and i are so proud.” Peter heart drops as he read the first few lines. he felt as if he had been betrayed.

you walked into the living room “hey, so what do you wanna do for dinner? i can make mac and cheese,” you stopped in your tracks when you saw Peter holding your phone, “what are you doing with my phone, Pete?” you asked calmly trying not to burst, “y-you’re moving?” he asks almost heartbroken like, you nodded to his question which lead to him being furious. Peter asked yet again “when are you leaving?” , y/n looks down on her feet and said “tomorrow,”. he kept bombarding with questions not planning to stop until he’s got all the answers that he needs, “were you not planning to tell me?” he said you walked to him and snatched your phone away, “it’s not a big deal, Parker! what the hell were you doing looking at my phone anyways?!” you shouted at him

“its not a big deal? this could change your life, y/n! where am i gonna fit in after that?!” Peter scoffed, you were offended at his words, “where are YOU gonna fit in? let me remind you, Parker, you are not my boyfriend so stop acting like one!” you spit at him. as if he wasnt satisfied he shoot back “so you dont even think of me as a friend anymore?!” you rolled your eyes, “for God’s sake, Parker, you stopped calling and texting me when you fucked Jane! you were the one stopped being there! so, no! i dont even think you are a friend. what kind of friend ditches their OWN friend for a girl?” you tried swallowing it but tears just rolls down your cheeks,

the world then fell into this huge awkward silence. what you said to him really went through his head. you were right, he was the one who left you to fend on your own. he could’ve just rejected you and still be friends, but why did he had to ignore you altogether? you sobbed into your hands and said “I think you should leave,” Peter tried to hug you and say sorry “leave.” you said at him with anger and sadness in your voice.

he took his jacket and said “thanks for the tea,” and left. you were shocked, what kind of human being just say that after they had a fight?! you took one of the cups and throw it at the front door wishing that it would hit him. on the otherside, he didnt walk away easily, he stopped to think about his actions in front of your door and was startled to hear a shattering noise. he punched a wall to let out his frustrations only to realise that this isnt his apartment. he ran out as fast as possible before he got caught.

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what the hell were you thinking?! Peter thought to himself. he continues to make you distant from him without even trying! he wanted to be happy for you but everything seems impossible only because of his stupid actions. he lies on his bed in the dark just hugging the life out of his pillow, getting everything out of his system.

the next morning, Peter woke up with swollen eyes and dry throat. he heads into his bathroom and splashed a bit of water on his face. words from yesterday creeping on his mind, replaying like a broken record. he walked to the kitchen to get something to eat. maybe a pop tarts for breakfast? he sat down and thinks to himself, what the hell am i gonna do? should i apologise? suddenly there was a knocking on his door, he gets up to open it, “May!” he exclaims with surprised in his eyes, “hey! did you forget that i was supposed to come over today?” May asked raising her eyebrows,

May walked inside and took a good look around Peter’s apartment, “I thought you were planning to decorate it?” she asked, Peter crosses his arms and said “I-I’ve been busy, May” May gave Peter a weird look as he moved out two months ago and he’s still sleeping on the floor. May walked to Peter and cusped his face, “have you been crying?” Peter nodded only to break down infront of her, “shhh.... shhh... tell me what happened,” May said trying to calm Peter down

Peter told May the whole story, “what do you think I should do, Aunt May?” he asks desperately for an advice, May took Peter’s hands into hers, “she’s leaving today right? go and send y/n off. don’t let her go knowing that she ended things badly with you.” May smiles. Peter stood up from the couch to get ready.

May was right. Peter cant let you go to Paris without apologising to you. this was his fault for acting out and he’s going to make things right. he kissed Aunt May on her cheeks and made his way to your apartment.

Peter is now at your front door just fidgeting with his fingers. he went ahead and ring the doorbell. he waited for a few seconds hoping that you were still sleeping in. he pressed the doorbell yet again but there was no answer. suddenly he heard a voice, “are you looking for Y/n, dear?” she asks in a most loving voice, Peter nodded “I’m afraid she’s already gone to the airport,” Peter’s face drops even more knowing that you had left. “Oh, thank you then,” he walks by her.

“though, you might still can catch her at the airport,” Peter stopped and turned around to face her, “I talked to her this morning and she said she doesnt get on the plane until its 1:50pm,” the old lady smiles at Peter. Peter swore he could feel his own spirits lifted, he thanked her with the hugest grin on his face. He drove right down to the airport. not trying to waste any moment more.

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You had just arrived at the airport, the cab driver was kind enough to lend you a helping hand. You smiled and bid thank you. Suddenly there was a big commotion, people were honking their cars and screaming “hey!”, you turned back to see that it was Peter. You tried walking away from him damn it he’s too fast,

“Y/n, wait!” He shouted, “what do you want, Parker?” You asked in an uninterested voice, he took a deep breath and said “I cant let you go. Not like this. I am so sorry for what happened between the two of us. The truth is, I missed you. At nights, I think about the words you said to me when you confessed. I have been a dick and I am so sorry. I know nothing can erase my actions but let’s start this over again?” You were shocked to say the least, you couldnt believe he came all the way to the airport to say that.

You pulled Peter in for a hug. “I forgive you,” you mumbled against his neck, you let go of him and said “I’m sorry too.. for not telling you any sooner,” he wiped the tears on your cheeks, “hey, its okay. I was the one who had no rights to get mad at you,” you smiled at him and he smiled back.

For the next 40 minutes, he had helped you checked in your plane and carried your baggages around. You were both now sitting in Starbucks just trying to forget about what happened. “I have something for you,” you spoke, Peter was excited to see what it was, you took it out from your backpack and showed him. It was a painting. A painting of him as Spider-man. Peter took it in his hands and admired the painting, “this is awesome, y/n!” Peter blushed knowing that you had spent your time making a potrait of him on top of a building.

“Don’t think I had never saw you looking at me when you’re on the building thats infront of my apartment window,” You sipped your coffee, Peter was embarassed to know that he was caught stalking her. “How long have you had this?” Peter asked, “A month ago when we met again. I knew immediately that you were gonna, quote on quote, keep me safe, like you used to,” you winked at him. You were right, Peter sometimes do that to people he loves. Just lingering near their houses to keep them safe.

40 minutes has gone by so fast and now it was time for you to go. “So this is it!” You said with nervous laced in your voice, “I’m gonna miss you,” Peter smiles at you. You leaned it and gave Peter a kiss on the cheek, you then took your bag from him, “I’m gonna miss you too, Spider-boy,” you smirked at him and went to the gate.

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a/n;; hii i am so sorry for the late update, my phone is fucked ;w; and i cant do anything about it since the whole world is in lockdown but here’s an angsty part 4 to make it all up! thank you all for waiting patiently!

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girlwithshipsshitshow · 4 years ago

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Part 14

(Misaki woke up to half of his body on the floor, the other half was still tightly held on by Usagi, the sun was starting to come in through the windows).

Misaki: Shit, (Misaki dropped down on the floor the rest of the way, untangling himself from Usagi, he picked up his phone that was sitting on the coffee table to check the time, it was six-thirty. He sighed and walked into the kitchen to make breakfast for Usagi, he made his favorite tamagoyaki, rice, and brewed some coffee).

Usagi: (Starts to stir, the smell of coffee wakes him, he sits up rubbing his eyes and walks into the kitchen throwing his arms around Misaki to recharge).

Misaki: (Smiles) Good Morning.

Usagi: We slept through dinner.

Misaki: (Let's out a soft laugh through is nose, while plating breakfast). Yeah we did, we were tired.

Usagi: It felt nice to sleep at home in our- well on our couch, didn't make it to our room. I'm sorry, I was just so tired.

Misaki: (Turns to Usagi, Pushing messy bed head hair out of his eyes, he grins at him lovingly, staring into his blue-purple eyes). Usagi, you don't need to apologize, I'm just so happy you're home, and better. I hated seeing you in the hospital. I love you, I don't want you to be sick, I can't-

Usagi: I know what you're about to say, and that's never going to happen. (Usagi leans down and softly kisses Misaki who slips his tongue in Usagis mouth, their tongues dance together passnailty, Usagi's hands wander towards Misaki's Cock).

Misaki: (Pushes Usagi away, whispers gently) We can't.

Usagi: I can't even help you get off, you're hard. (Places forehead against Misaki's).

Misaki: (Blushes) No! Usagi, It's only two weeks, plus on thing will lead to another, I want to have sex as much as you do, but your doctor said no.

Usagi: The doctor said you could help give me a bath.

Misaki: (Picks up plates and starts walking to the table), Nice try, I was there, I remember what he told you.

Usagi: (Rushes up behind Misaki) "Help" Give me a bath is different than taking a bath with me, like you can just hang out in there to make sure I don't fall.

Misaki: (Sits plates on table, walks back to the kitchen to get coffee). we'll see.

Usagi: (Sits down), That wasn't a no.

Misaki: (Grins and rolls eyes sitting down). Is there anything you want to do today?

Usagi: (Chewing), You need to study.

Misaki: My test tomorrow is Psychology, I already told you, i'm good at that.

Usagi: Actually, Psychology comes naturally for you somehow.

Misaki: I know, i'm not a complete idiot.

Usagi: Yeah.

(They continue eating for a few minutes until the doorbell rings).

Misaki: (Gives Usagi a confused look). Its seven-thirty, who would be here this early?

Usagi: Takahiro?

Misaki: No, he went back to work today. (Doorbell continues to ring).

Usagi: Wanna get that?

Misaki: Sure. (stands up, walks over to intercom and presses the video button, Isaka's stands at the door, he's grinning suspiciously). What?

Isaka: Is that anyway to greet your boss?

Misaki: (Turns to Usagi who shrugs). What are you talking about?

Isaka: Let me in, I have to talk to You and Usagi, It's really important.

Misaki: (Sighs, unlocks the door). What do you think this is about?

Usagi: I have no idea, but It can't be good.

(Eri woke up to the smell of bacon wafting into the bedroom, she smiled rubbed her eyes and walked into the kitchen, Rose seemed to be making a full course meal at seven- thirty in the morning).

Eri: (Leaning against the hightop counter that looks into the kitchen), Do you always make a full course meal for breakfast?

Rose: (Smirks) No, Just for you.

Eri: (Blushes), You don't have to do that, when do you have to work?

Rose: Actually, I don't have to go in for a few days, since i've been working so much.

Eri: Oh, okay.

Rose: (Puts rice, bacon, eggs, tofu, mushrooms, strawberries, and toast). Do you want coffee or tea?

Eri: Oh, wow this looks amazing, and tea please.

Rose: Got it.

Eri: (Takes a seat in the chair she was standing beside) Thank you so much Rose, this looks amazing).

Rose: I've always loved to cook.

Eri: So why did you become a nurse?

Rose: (Hands Eri her cup of tea), Because I love helping people.

Eri: (Smiles), That's sweet.

Rose: (Nods) Dig it, i'm going to take a shower.

Eri: (Don't you want to eat?

Rose: (Walks around to where Eri is, wraps arms around her neck) Nah, I already did, i'm used to getting up early. (gently kisses her cheek) I'll be right back. (Walks into the bathroom with a huge grin).

Erin: (Smiles) Damn, this is good.

(Usagi and Misaki sat on the couch their hands were laced together, Isaka sat across from them, his hands formed a steeple against his mouth, he was in serious business mode).

Isaka: So, you're probably wondering why I'm here?

Usagi: That thought did cross our minds yeah.

Isaka: Well, good news we finally found a place for Chibi here.

Misaki: Wait, really?!

Isaka: Yeah, Akihiko's personal assistant.

Misaki, Usagi: WHAT?!

Misaki: Um, I don't think Usagi needs an assistant.

Usagi: I- Isn't that kinda what Aikawa is?

Isaka: No, she's your editor.

Usagi: So what would Misaki do?

Isaka: I'm glad you asked here's a list. (Passes list to them).

Mikaki: (Picks up list), Answer business calls, Decides where conferences are held.

Usagi: Wait, this says you'll go to meetings for me! Misaki, do it, I hate going to meetings!

Misaki: You still have to show your face at conferences babe.

Usagi: Okay, but you decide length and location, so can they be short and sweet?

Misaki: I haven't even decided if I wanted to do it.

Isaka: Misaki, after the incident with your favorite mangaka-

Misaki: Ex-favorite.

Isaka: You came to me and said you wanted to work with Usagi, do you remember that?

Misaki: Yeah, but I thought it would be like, helping him decide on covers or something, not a personal assistant!

Isaka: This is better, look at this rate Usagi will have more books out, and you guys will have more time off to be with each other, isn't that what you've always wanted?

(Usagi and Misaki look at each other, they give each other a half grin and blush).

Misaki: Well, yeah I guess. So what else would I be doing?

Isaka: (Grins), Well, Usagi is there anything else you want him to do, business related?

Usagi: No, how much would he be making?

Isaka: about four thousand yen an hour.

Usagi: I think he should be paid more.

Misaki: No, Four thousand is fine Usagi, I just feel like im kinda being paid to be your fiance.

Usagi: What? No this is not what your doing.

Misaki: Are you sure, are you okay with this?

Usagi: Yeah, Misaki you motivate me to work, plus I can knock at a book in four or five hours, plus you won't be started for a few months unless stated otherwise, right Isaka?

Isaka: Right, (Stands) We'll be in touch, thank you for having me.

Misaki: Yeah, we'll we didn't have a choice, but we'll see you later.

Isaka: Right, we'll I'll see you guys later. (See's himself out).

Misaki: (Looks at Usagi, and blushes)

Usagi: (Softly caresses Misaki's cheek) Why are you blushing?

Misaki: I- I don't know, are you really okay with this?

Usagi: Yeah, I just want to spend all the time with you that I can.

Misaki: Me too.

Usagi: So, what do you want to do today?

Misaki: I don't know, but you need to take a bath or something.

Usagi: Are you saying I smell?

Misaki: (Smirks) In the nicest way possible.

Usagi: Fine, but you have to help me. (Stands, pulls Misaki up).

Misaki: Usagiii.

Usagi: (Smirks, pulls him into the bathroom). Please?

Miksai: (Sighs), Fine but if you try something-

Usagi: (Puts hands up in surrender).

Misaki: Okay, just sit on down for a second while a draw the bath?

Usagi: Why would you want to draw the bath?, Just put water in it.

Misaki: (Sarcastic look), Funny.

Usagi: I thought so.

Misaki: Okay, step in the bath.

Usagi: I need help.

Misaki: You do not.

Usagi: I need help taking my clothes off.

Misaki: (Folds arms, leans against the wall). Usagi, you slept in your robe and boxers.

Usagi: I can't take it off by myself.

Misaki: Usagi, I love you but i swear to god if you don't take your clothes off and get into the bath right not, I will kill you!

Usagi: (Blushes) O-Okay, Sorry Misaki, I was just trying to have fun.

Miskai: I know you are, but I can't risk you getting hurt, we can't have sex, trust me, I want to so bad.

Usagi: This is really hard for me.

Misaki: Me too, now get in the tub, and wash your body.

Usagi: Will you wash my hair?

Misaki: That I will do.

Usagi: Okay.

(Usagi, Strips, and steps into tub, Misaki blushes, he can feel himself starting to get hard, Usagi also starts to get hard, but neither on of them mention it, Misaki sits in the ground beside Usagi and watches him clean his body).

Misaki: God, you're so sexy Usagi.

Usagi: (sets on ledge of tub, grinning at Misaki), and you're so fucking cute.

Misaki: (Chuckles), Thanks. Want me to wash your hair?

Usagi: Yes!

Misaki: (Laughs), Okay, (Misaki washes Usagi's hair taking his time, massaging his roots, running his hands through Usagi's soft hair, he carefully washes the soap out of his hair, careful not to get any soap in his eyes), Okay, all done.

Usagi: (Sits up dunks head under water). Okay, I'm done. I'm going to go to the bedroom and put on some clean clothes, Decide what you want to do the rest of the day.

Misaki: (Okay, stands up and kisses Usagi on the forehead). Maybe we can have a movie day?

Usagi: Sure, go pick some out.

Misaki: Okay, I Love you so much Usagi.

Usagi: I love you too.

Misaki: (Smiles and heads into the living room to search for movies).

Usagi: (walks into bedroom and changes into grey sweatpants and a black long sleeve shirt, walks into the living room to see Misaki Searching for movies on netflix).

Misaki: So why did you get the VPN?

Usagi: Duh, to watch american movies, we watched a lot of them, didn't they help you with your english?

Mikaki: Yeah, they did actually.

Usagi: Did you find anything?

Misaki: "Step brothers", "Baby Mama", "the other guys", and I heard "love simon was good"

Usagi: Okay, sounds good, I don't care what we watch, I Just want to be with you.

Misaki: Okay, want to me to make popcorn?

Usaggi: (Sits on couch): No, come here, (Pats spot beside him).

Misaki: (Walks over to Usagi, and sits in his lap).

Usagi: Let's just stay like this for a little while. (Lays down pulling Misaki with him, and the cover over them, he kisses the top of his head).

Misaki: (Starts a movie and smiles, cuddling closer to Usagi), Yeah okay.

(Rose steps out of the shower wrapped in a towel, shes drying her hair of as she walks into the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee).

Eri: (Blushes) H-How was your shower

Rose: (Smirks), Wet.

Eri: Uh. (Clears throat), Oh, well that's good. So what do you want to do today?

Rose: (Glances at clock on stove). It's ten, we can go to the beach?

Eri: Which one

Rose: Odaiba Beach

Eri: Oh sure!

Rose: It's only 30 minutes from here, Oh but you need a change of clothes?

Eri: Uh, yeah. (Smirks).

Rose: Okay, come on. (Smiles and grabs Eri's hand pulling her off the chair and into the bedroom).

(Misaki, sat up rubbing his eyes, his phone vibrating off the coffee table woke him up, he picked up his phone and saw text messages from Aikawa).

Message Transcript:

MISAKI

ARE YOU AWAKE?!

YOU BETTER BE UP ITS 10 AM

Aikawa, what's wrong? Was the date that bad?

No! why would you say that?

Well why are you panicking this early? Wait my lovely pain in the ass fiance didn't forget to turn in anything did he? YOU said he was good for at least four months.

No, that's not it. It's just we are going to the beach and last night was amazing, but is it weird I'm still nervous?

No, Look I felt Nervous with Usagi for years, I mean I still get butterflies when i'm around him.

That's cute. He says the same thing about you.

Really? I mean, I already know that, look just relax, or try and have fun, I gotta go, Usagi and I have a huge day Planned.

Watching Movies all day?

Yep, have fun.

(Misaki sighs sliding his phone across the coffee table, it falls off, he doesn't care, he looks behind him, Usagi is sound asleep, Misaki grins, Usagi needs his rest, he stands, softly brushes Usagi's hair back and plants a soft, long kiss on his forehead then hands to the bathroom to take a bath. Misaki closed his eyes resting his head against the wall, he was happy, Usagi was back and things were normal, expect he missed Usagi's touch, and the warmth of his body, the feeling of him Usagi inside of him, but they couldn't do anything until Usagi was clearled, which lucky was the day of his graduation. Misaki smiled to himself, twisting the engagement ring on his finger, there was only one thing that was worrying him, Usagi telling the public that they were a couple, he didn't care about the "but we're both men" Mindset anymore, I mean that's not what this is, it's more what will his fans think? Misaki let out a deep exhale before dunking his head underwater, he needed to talk to Usagi).

#usagi #usagi x misaki #usami akihiko #misaki #misaki takahashi #takahashi misaki #erin aikawa #aikawa #rose #junjou romantica #otp #myotp #my OTP #ship #fanfiction #Junju romatica

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chilling-seavey · 4 years ago

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I LIVE for the uncle Chi Chi in your ABM blurbs so if you’re looking for more to write I would LOVE more uncle Chi Chi fluff!! Maybe with all three girls and he takes them on like a group “date” or something?! Idk do with this message as you want hahaha I’m sure I’ll love whatever your write!!

I’m so glad someone agrees with me that Uncle Chi-Chi is the cutest thing LOL I also wrote this at 7am as SOON as I woke up so sorry if it’s kinda trash 🧡

Out of his siblings, Christian’s probably the one who wakes up the earliest, not that he was a morning person or anything, he just enjoyed starting his day with enough time to do lots of things. This was especially when his nieces were over for Christmas break and he moved back home for those few weeks to spend time with them, meaning he was almost always up with the birds with them. The girls always shared Tyler’s old room which was right next door to his own and on every morning – except Christmas morning – Clementine and Penelope would go right in to wake him up.

It was the December after Lucy was born, meaning Daniel and Florence were back to being woken up at all hours of the night to tend to the baby. Christian was glad to give them extra time to sleep as he sent the oldest two girls downstairs before he tiptoed into Daniel’s room to grab Lucy before she could wake up her parents. The six-month-old was already awake, thankfully, staring up at him from the crib and she kicked her legs excitedly at the sight of him. Christian scoped her up and set her on his hip as he headed back out, closed the door silently behind him, and started downstairs.

Clementine and Penelope were in the living room waiting for him and he ushered them into the kitchen after him.

“What are we doing?” Clementine asked as Christian pulled out the step stool from beside the fridge and opened it up so the two girls could reach counter height.

“We’re going to make breakfast.” Christian said with a smile.

“For everyone?” Clementine gaped.

“Yep!”

“That’s a lot of Cheerios.” Penelope whispered.

“We’re making something better than cereal.” Christian promised, petting Penelope’s dark hair back from her face. “How does French Toast sound?”

“Good!” the girls grinned.

Lucy was buckled into the high chair near by as she wouldn’t be much help with the cooking process but she was still part of it. Christian gathered the ingredients on the kitchen island and finished it with a mixing bowl.

“Let’s wash our hands, okay?” he grabbed Clementine around the waist first and carried her over to the sink, holding her up so she could wash her hands and then switched out for Penelope when she was done.

“All clean!” Penelope held up all ten fingers to him and he pressed a kiss to her head.

“Sure are.”

Christian did most of the measuring but let the girls take turns dumping the ingredients into the bowl. He made sure to teach them how to clean as they went so the mess wouldn’t be too big when they finished. When the ingredients were all in the bowl, each girl had a chance to whisk. That only got so far as the entire bowl nearly poured onto Penelope when she tried to mix it and Christian pulled an impressive lunge to rescue it before she was covered in raw egg and cinnamon.

So he took control of the whisking, the girls staring at him with adoration as he held the bowl and whisked the eggs and spices and other ingredients together. When that was ready, he handed each girl a slice of bread and they got to dunk it into the egg mixture. Clementine stuck her whole hand in the bowl with it, pressing the bread down against the bottom before taking it out, dripping, and held it out to him.

“Okay, wow, thank you.” Christian held his hands under it to keep anymore egg from dripping onto the floor and he set her slice on a plate while they finished soaking the rest.

Penelope held her little pinkies up as she poked her slice gently in the egg mixture, almost afraid to get her hands covered in it.

“Hurry up!” Clementine ordered.

“Hey. Be nice. She can take her time.” Christian said softly.

“I’m done.” Penelope whispered, looking up at him shyly as she took her hands out of the bowl and held them out to him.

“Good job, pumpkin.” Christian smiled at her, wiping her hands off with a tea towel.

“Can I do another?” Clementine asked.

“Of course.” Christian handed her another slice of bread and she dunked it into the bowl. He took their finished slices and turned on the stovetop to begin cooking them while the girls finished up the last pieces in the bowl.

“Chi-Chi!” Penelope called, making him turn around quickly, spatula still in hand. “I wanna get down.”

“I got you.” he held out his free hand to her and she took it so he could help her jump off the step stool.

He turned back to finish cooking the last few pieces that Clementine brought over from the kitchen island and when it was all done, he turned off the stove and set the plate of stacked French Toast on the island and dumped the remaining few mixing bowls and utensils in the sink. Christian lifted up the girls to sit at the breakfast bar and wheeled over Lucy who was starting to get fussy.

“What’s up with you, huh?” Christian unbuckled her and lifted her out of the highchair as he grabbed three plates and some cutlery for them to eat their breakfast. Lucy sat on his hip with her head leaning against him as he poured the oldest two girls cups of orange juice and served them each a slice of toast. He poured a zig-zag of maple syrup over each slice and sat down to have two hands free to cut up the toast for the older two, the baby sat on his lap.

“Thank you!” Clementine and Penelope said at the same time as he passed down their plates to them and they began eating.

“Mama!” Lucy cried, squirming against him desperately.

“Mama’s still sleeping, Lucy Lu.” Christian bounced his leg to try and soothe her a little bit. He scooped up a bit of maple syrup from his plate onto his pinky and she opened her mouth for a taste. Lucy stared up at him with wide blue eyes as she sucked off the sweet syrup from his finger, breaking into a cheeky little smile. “Good, isn’t it?” Christian laughed lightly as she reached out for more. He scooped up another little bit and let her lick it off eagerly.

He didn’t hear the footsteps on the stairs before Daniel voice startled him, “First you steal my baby out of my room and then you give her pure sugar at nearly seven in the morning.”

“Daddy!” Clementine and Penelope grinned.

“Good morning, my little ladies.” Daniel smiled, walking over to kiss each of their heads and then give his older brother a smack. “Scared the hell out of me, bro.”

“Sorry.” Christian chuckled. “Just thought I’d let you two sleep.”

Daniel leaned down to his youngest, peppering little kisses to her chubby cheek, cooing, “Is uncle Christian getting you hooked on sugar this early?”

Lucy giggled, pressing her tiny hand to his face.

“Daddy! Have a French Toast! We made it!” Clementine said, pointing to the pile.

“You did? They look good.” Daniel smiled, walking around the island to open the fridge. He pulled out a bottle for the baby and got to work warming it up, serving himself a slice as he did so. He made sure the bottle was proper temperature before passing it over to Christian to feed Lucy.

“Bro, I haven’t even eaten yet.” Christian gestured to his untouched toast with the tip of the bottle.

“You wanted the baby up so you’re in charge of her now.” Daniel shrugged, pouring maple syrup over his breakfast before taking a seat beside his girls at the breakfast bar.

Christian looked down at Lucy who stared back up at him, reaching for the bottle, “Mama!”

“I’m not Mama. I look nothing like Mama.” Christian tisked, offering her the bottle and she drank happily, leaning against him.

“You are feeding her breastmilk currently.” Daniel teased between bites. “So to her, and to her taste buds, you’re mama.”

“Great.” Christian sighed. Clementine and Penelope giggled from beside him and he glared playfully at them, “Eat your toast and don’t make fun of me. That’s not nice.”

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stripper-patrick · 5 years ago

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Wet Dreamz 💧 Tom Holland

Warnings: fluff, smut, friends with benefits, oral (f), blurb

Relationship: Tom Holland x black plus sized reader

I toss and turn in the bed before finally huffing and laying on my back staring at the ceiling.

My pussy throbs in aggravation because of lack of assault. I grab my phone and go to contacts. I press on ‘Tom💆🏻‍♂️’ and press call.

I let it ring for a few seconds and he picks up.

“Hello” his voice is raspy and so perfect

“Hey” I say

“Hey what time is it” I can hear the rustling of his blanket

“Like 2am. I know this is probably really selfish of me and I really don’t mean to bother you but I need your head between my legs” run quiet about the last part. He’s quiet.

“I’ll be right over I could use a meal right now” he smiles

“Front door will be unlocked” I smile. I hang up and get up going to unlock the door. I go in the kitchen and put on some tea.

I wait for the kettle to scream and I pour the water and dunk some chamomile tea into it. I take a sip then hear the knock on the door. Tom pops his head in and smiles.

“Hey” I smile. He shuts and locks the door before walking over to me and kissing my head.

“Hi” he smiles “why are you drinking chamomile darling”

“I couldn’t sleep”

“Oh isn’t that why you called me over?”

“It is but this will help to a long with the orgasm”

“That’s funny” he grabs my cup taking a sip.

“What?”

“You think you’re only having one orgasm. You called me over here and I’m gonna work overtime” he sets the cup down and kisses me.

Tom bends down hoisting me up on the marble counter by my thighs. He places his warm hands under my shirt rolling my nipple between his fingers.

“Did you not wanna go upstairs”

“Meals should be eaten in the kitchen” he gets down on one knee and looks up at me pulling down my underwear. Tom kisses my thighs making me run my fingers through his hair.

“You’re so perfect” he moans. He bites the inside of my thigh making me gasp. Tom moves to the next thigh teasing me mercilessly.

“Tom please I need your mouth on me” he looks up and winks at me before placing his beautiful tongue on my clit. My eyes roll back and I moan softly. He doesn’t move. I grab his head and grind myself on his tongue.

He moans holding my butt and I shudder. “Tom please move I need you to move”

He smirks and moves away from me. I groan frustrated that he took my words so literally.

“No please”

“Tell me what you want sweetheart” he licks his lips

“Tom” I whine

“Y/N”

“I want you to eat me out please” he smiles and scoots back in burying his face in my pussy. My back arches and he puts his hands under the creases of my knees holding my legs up. Tom laps up on my clit wrapping his lips around it. My body shakes and I moan out. My hands comes up and squeeze my nipples adding pleasure.

“Don’t stop” He moves down and places his tongue in my entrance curling it and slurping against my slick folds. He moans and I pull his hair pulling him closer.

“Oh god just like that” my breathing gets shallow and my legs begin shaking starting my climax. My back arches and my eyes squeeze shut as I moan out pornographically.

He uses his fingers and curls them into me. My eyes roll to the back of my head and I cum in his mouth. I hear Tom moan at my taste and take his fingers out of me. Tom comes up licking his lips and sucking his fingers dry.

“Was that all you needed from me?” He smiles

“Yes sir thank you”

“Anytime. Can I stay the night I don’t feel like going back home”

“Of course” we go upstairs and I get in bed. Tom wraps his arms around me and nuzzling his face into my neck.

#smut #tom holland x reader #tom holland imagine #tom holland smut #tom holland #avengers #spiderman

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purplesurveys · 4 years ago

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Given the chance, would you ever go into space? I’ve answered this exact question on a recent survey...but yeah absolutely, as long as it was a free opportunity. Outer space has always interested me so it would be awesome to actually get there. What is your all-time favorite thing to snack on? A local brand of chips called Nova, corndogs, powdered fries, and pizza. I couldn’t choose just one :( Have you ever been jealous of anyone's socks? Not in a toxic way but I have seen socks that made me go “damn, I wish I had that” and it’s usually socks based off of famous paintings like Starry Night, The Scream, etc. Do you match your clothing, or are you careless about fashion? The most I’ll match is colors; I’ll make sure the colors I wear complement each other. But I’m not likely to buy outfits that come in parts, like a matching top and skirt that have their own price tags. It’s an annoying scam that makes you have to pay more money for one outfit lol. Know anyone that has amazing fashion taste? There’s a professor in the communication research department of our college that dresses SOOOO well. She’s never recycled an item of clothing either. She dresses literally exactly like Audrey Hepburn, except with more printed clothes.

Do you know or wish you could knit? I don’t know how to knit and have no desire to learn.

Like earmuffs? They’re alright, I guess? I never have to wear them, so I don’t have much of an opinion. Have you ever had the roof of your mouth sore? Yeah, that one time I ate takoyaki while it was still burning hot and I burned off the skin on the roof my mouth. Do you like orange juice? I’ll drink it if it’s served or if it’s free, but I never crave for it. How many times a day do you brush your teeth, honestly? Once or twice. Do you think anyone really looks good in a jumpsuit? Yeah. Well it’s since become a trend so that’s really all there is to know about people’s preferences nowadays. I have several jumpsuits that I feel really good in. Have a collection of anything? Not anymore. Ever ran out of something that made you very upset? Sometimes my family will bring home leftovers from a really good restaurant. When we finish them all up it bums me out. Biggest lie you ever told? Saying ‘yes’ with a big ol’ smile on my face to my high school guidance counselors whenever they ask if my situation at home is good. Is there a song that makes you want to rock out? For sure. I have my fair share of favorite punk/rock bands. Do you have a religion? No. Believe that there is a point to churches? Not a single one. How do eat Oreos? I just bite into them. Never really got into the whole twist-lick-dunk thing because 1) I don’t want to bite into something I had already licked (even if it’s my own saliva lol), and 2) I can’t consume a lot of milk, anyway. -This or That- Sunsets or sunrises? Sunsets. I’ve seen more sunsets than sunrises with Gabie, so I have good memories of them. I don’t like the idea of getting up early just for a sunrise either. Pennies or dimes? Can’t relate because we don’t use these concepts. Coffee or tea? Coffeeeeeeee. Never been a tea person, actually. Windows or Mac? Mac. I did use Windows for a while, but when it comes down to it I would rather get a Mac. Headphones or speakers? Headphones. You get more of the sound when you listen to music, so the listening experience is a lot better. Loud or soft & quiet? Depends on the context...I like my concerts loud, but I obviously prefer soft and quiet when I’m doing something like going to bed. Odd or even numbers? I don’t really have a preference lol. The cookie dough or the actual cookies? Cookie dough, heh. Speaking of, I recently found a recipe for edible cookie dough but I keep putting it off... Mp3 players or iPod? iPod, mostly because MP3s went out of style like, a decade ago. Calm or rock music? Again, depends on my mood. I’d listen to rock music if I’m pissed off or going through a similar emotion, and I’d prefer hearing calm music when I wanna focus on something, like if I’m doing surveys. Love or lust? Love. I don’t feel lust for the most part. Converse or Vans? Converse. They’re AJ’s favorite and I find them more comfy. The few times I borrowed my sister’s Vans I always got blisters at the end of the day. Lipsyncing or actual singing? I would prefer to lipsync than to let people hear my actual singing voice; but if I’m watching a performance obviously I’d want the performers to be using their real voice. Walking or running? Walking. I find strolls to be relaxing. Dancing or watching others dance? Watching others. Dancers are crazy talented. With friends or by yourself? When it comes down to it, I wanna be with friends. Local concert or a popular band? Popular band. It’s rarer, so I find it more precious. I still support local though! Blond or brown hair? Brown. Idk, I just don’t know a lot of people who are blonde. Red or black? I like both, but I like black slightly more. Blue or green eyes? Green. Having fun or being asleep? Having fuuuun. Carnival or park? Park. I can’t go on rides anyway, so a nice stroll and picnic at the park sounds lovely to me. -Favorites- Favorite thing to buy? Uh food, I guess? I’m super easy to please lol. What do your favorite pair of socks look like? My bacon and eggs one. Kind of tea/coffee? Iced tea/iced caramel macchiato. Way of communication? Face-to-face with Gab, instant messenger/text for everyone else. Time to sleep in to? Midnight is most convenient for me. Band to dance to? PARAMORE. Also helps that their music has turned dance-y too. Favorite gum? Don’t really have one. I’ll chew on any kind/flavor of gum. Type of cereal? Cookie Crisps. Color of hoodie? I don’t mind color, as long as the hoodie is comfortable and keeps me warm. Spice? Cumin smells lovely. Favorite thing to touch/feel? Dogs. Website? Probably Twitter. I’ve been on it the longest and still have no reason to be tired of it. Person in your life? My girlfriend...but also my dogs, if they can count. -Would you Rather- Hire one of your friends, or fire an enemy? Hire one of my friends, as long as they work well without me. Firing an enemy seems a little bit more unprofessional, especially if they objectively perform well. Be a contestant on American Idol or America's Got Talent? I’d go with AGT I guess? I’ve watched some snippets of the show and their judges seem more nice, whereas on American Idol the judges tend to laugh or embarrass you if you do badly. Live in Britain or Australia? Australia. I feel like it’s a more Filipino-friendly country, not that Britain isn’t but yeah. Travel by plane or helicopter? Plane. Aren’t helicopters loud? I think I’d be more relaxed in an airplane. Trade places with a male or a female for a day? I’d rather remain a woman, thanks. Shop at Wal-Mart or Target? I don’t know. I’m honestly curious though – for the Americans survey-takers, what’s the difference between them and what do y’all prefer? Hahaha Read Shakespeare or Artistotle's work? I internally winced at both lol but when it comes down to it, Shakespeare. I do like his work, as long as I’m reading a modern English version. I hate philosophy straight up, so that’s a definite no on Aristotle. Have a regular donut or donut holes? Regular donut. Spell better or smell better? Smell. I can already spell well. Rather be in a tornado or a large earthquake? This is horrible, no one ever *wants* to be stuck in a natural calamity. 80's or 90's music? I like the 80s sound better. Eat a plain peanut butter sandwich or PB & J? Peanut butter sandwich. I tried PB&J before to see what the hype was about, and it just didn’t work for my Asian tastebuds. Wear a uniform every day or go half-naked? Wear a uniform. I wore one in Catholic school for 14 years and survived, so it’d just be the same thing. Would you rather Santa or the Easter Bunny actually exist? Santa. I’m more familiar with him. The Easter Bunny’s not really a part of our culture so I don’t actually know what it’s supposed to do. Apple pie or Pizza pie? Pizzaaaaa. Y’all should know me by now haha. Spend an afternoon cleaning or clean things later? I’d rather work early so I can be satisfied earlier. Flying or X-Ray vision? Flying. Dentist or Doctor? I guess dentist? There’s fewer reasons to be scared when you go to the dentist because the health problems are just limited to your mouth, I guess. Would you rather spread gossip or start a fight? Both sound awful. I’m never one to start a fight and I never initiate gossip myself, though I do take part in it sometimes. Get rid of your favorite shoes or your favorite pants? Pants. I love my shoes. Visit Florida or New York? New York. Myspace or Facebook (or do they both suck)? Facebook. It sucks, but at least the memes there are hilarious as fuck.

#survey #surveys

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