#iced or hot depends on my mood. if morning likely hot. if afternoon / evening likely iced. it was iced in this pic.

[akechi-if-he-slayed]

he is thirsty

[lemoncrushh]

Cubicle // 12) Lost in You

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Tuesday // Roni

What is too soon?

Is it too soon to have these feelings...or any feelings at all? And if I am having feelings, what exactly do they mean? Oh God, I like him. I really like him!

Harry and I had chatted on the phone last night for almost two hours. He's so easy to talk to, like I'm chatting with my best friend, yet he's also very flirty. When we hung up, I felt a mixture of sadness and elation. I went to bed with the image of his smile behind my eyelids, and the feeling of his hands on me.

He was already in the break room when I arrived this morning, his greeting all I needed to perk me up. I sat next to him at the table while we sipped our beverages, saying good morning to those who walked in, including Alice, Fred from the sales department and the young man that sits in the cubicle next to Harry's. Unfortunately, Gerard Holcomb also entered. I said nothing to him, though he made it a point to give Harry the evil eye. Harry flat out asked me for another lunch date in front of everyone, knowing Gerard was within earshot.

We had another nice lunch at Cafe Meringue, and this time as we walked back to the office, he held my hand. Part of me wanted so badly to ask where this was going, but reckoned it wasn't the time nor place. Besides, I know he likes me. This is more than just sex. I'll just take it with ease, the same way he seems to be. But if I'm being honest, my insides are about to explode.

I tried not to think about him too much for the rest of the afternoon, and fortunately I stayed busy and somewhat distracted by some work that Greta and a couple of salesmen had me do for them. I was actually a little surprised that I hadn't seen Gerard come by my desk by the time I was gathering my things at the end of the day. But just as I grabbed my bag and slung it over my shoulder, he appeared, looking a bit disgruntled.

"How was your lunch?" he inquired.

I wanted to tell him it was none of his business, but instead I told him the truth. "It was quite lovely, thank you."

"You and Styles, then, eh?"

I raised my eyebrows, not exactly sure what he was asking. "We had lunch, yes."

"You two are getting along splendidly, I presume?"

I sighed, not really in the mood to discuss Harry and me with Gerard.

"Yes," I replied. "He's very nice."

I stepped towards him then, hoping I could squeeze past him and make my way to the parking lot. But he blocked the space between my cubicle partitions.

"Any plans tonight?" Gerard asked.

"Not really," I said. This bloke doesn't take a hint well, does he? "Just a date with the telly."

I waited for a second, expecting Gerard to say something else, or perhaps ask me out, but he didn't.

"Have to get going," I told him as I was finally able to push past him. "Good evening, Gerard."

I knew he was watching me as I marched down the hall, but I didn't look back.

As soon as I got home, I stripped out of my clothes and put on a pair of grey joggers and a black tank top. Then I pulled my hair back and scrubbed off my makeup. I made myself a quick, easy dinner and sat down in front of the television.

About an hour later, and halfway through a pint of ice cream, I realised I had no idea what I was watching. My mind was elsewhere. To be specific, it was on a certain co-worker with a killer smile and a talented tongue.

As though on cue, my phone rang. I picked it up to see Harry's name displayed. With a tiny bit of giddiness, I answered it.

"Hi, Harry," I greeted.

"Hi," he said. "What are you doing?"

"Um..." I hesitated.

I heard Harry chuckle. "Am I interrupting something?"

"No," I blushed, grateful he couldn't see me. "It's just...your question..."

"I didn't think it was a difficult one."

"Well...that depends."

"On what?" he asked.

"How literal you meant it," I replied.

"Alright," said Harry, "I'll rephrase it. What are you literally doing right now, or that is, when I called?"

I licked my lips, my cheeks feeling hot. "Well...I'm sitting on the sofa eating ice cream. The telly's on, but I'm not really watching it. Because I'm thinking about...something else."

"Oh?"

"I was thinking about you."

I heard Harry sigh, long and deeply. "That's so nice to hear."

"It is?"

"Yeah. 'Cause I can't get you off my mind, either."

I felt my heart beat out of my chest, my face hotter than ever. "Really?"

"Yes," Harry answered. "Really."

There was silence on both ends of the line for what seemed like far too long before Harry spoke again.

"Can I come over?"

"Uh..." I didn't know how to respond. I wasn't expecting his request.

"I know it's a weeknight, but...I'm just dying to see you."

I grinned as I bit my lip. "You just saw me at lunch."

"I know," said Harry. "And that already feels like forever ago."

Why does he have to be so cute?

"Okay," I giggled. "But I'm warning you, I'm already in sweats and I've taken off my makeup."

"Perfect. I'll be there in twenty minutes."

Harry

She'd been thinking about me. I wasn't sure what turned me on more, that, or the image of her lounging in her sweats with no makeup.

I sprinted up her steps exactly sixteen minutes after we ended our conversation. My heart pounded in my chest to the rhythm of my fist on her door. She opened it seconds later, nearly knocking the wind out of me. Anytime I've seen her, whether it's been in work attire, jeans or that sexy little dress she wore on our first date, she's looked absolutely stunning. But this...this is my favourite. She wore grey joggers and a black tank top that fit her perfectly, her nipples poking through as if to greet me hello. Her hair was pulled back in a loose bun, and she wore no stitch of makeup.

"Wow," I mouthed as I exhaled.

As if she was embarrassed, Roni suddenly lifted her arm and crossed her chest, her hand resting on the opposite shoulder beside her stargazer tattoo. I saw the colour rise to her face, causing her cheeks to blush a rosy pink. She was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. Sucking in her lips, she stepped back, opening the door wider to let me in.

"Can I get you a drink or anything?" she asked when she closed the door behind me.

I shrugged, shoving my hands into my pockets. "Just water, thanks."

She nodded and smiled sweetly before turning toward the kitchen. I stood in the middle of the living room, the television muted on some programme I'd never seen before. I watched Roni for a moment, tempted to follow her and kiss her on her bare neck. Instead, the electronic keyboard in the corner of the room caught my eye. I wondered why I hadn't noticed it before as I walked up to it. I recalled that Roni had told me she played piano the day I met her, and she'd said that only her stepmother and piano teacher called her Veronica.

"Do you play?" I heard a voice behind me ask.

I turned to see Roni standing with two water bottles.

"Oh," I grinned, taking one from her. "Not really. I just know a few things."

Roni reached around me and turned on the instrument. Then she gestured for me to sit on the bench.

"Oh, no," I shook my head. "Please, I'd rather hear you play."

She glared at me a moment, seeming to decide whether or not she wanted to indulge me.

"Alright," she finally said.

She placed her water bottle on the coffee table and sat down in front of the keyboard. Within seconds she was playing a melody which I recognised, but couldn't recall its name. I loved watching her fingers, long and delicate, pressing exactly the right keys at the right moment. Her lips parted slightly, though every so often her tongue would dart out the side in concentration. She sat up perfectly straight, her posture never faltering. It was all very mesmerising. When she finished the piece, she put her hands in her lap and looked up at me.

"That was beautiful," I said, though I didn't mean just the music.

"Thank you," she smiled.

"How long have you been playing?"

"I started lessons when I was ten," she replied.

"Wow," I exclaimed. "You're a professional."

"Eh," Roni shrugged. "I've kind of slacked off a bit. It's not really my passion anymore. Or at least, it hasn't been for the last few years."

"Oh," I said, not wanting to pry. "Well, you're really good. I'm surprised you don't have a bigger piano."

"I did," she nodded. "It's still at my mother's. It's just not easy to move to a flat, so I bought this."

"Ah, I understand."

She bit her lip before turning back to the keyboard. She seemed to tinkle with the keys for a bit before deciding on another piece to play. Again, I was put in a trance watching her. After a minute or two, I had to reach out and touch her. I put down my water bottle and placed my hands on her shoulders, running them down her arms and back up. I could feel the goosebumps rising on her skin underneath my touch. She continued to play as I moved my fingers across her neck and then around to her throat. She closed her eyes and leaned back, her head against my chest, her hands still playing the tune. I bent down and kissed her shoulder, lightly nipping in a trail up her neck to her ear. I slid my hand down the front of her shirt as her breathing quickened, but her playing remained steady.

"Damn, you really are good," I commented in her ear.

"So are you," she sighed, though of course her words meant something else entirely.

I felt myself get hard inside my pants as I pressed my body up against hers. I cupped her breasts with my hands, fondling them and running my thumbs across her nipples. Then I lowered one hand and slid it down inside her joggers. Her breathing got louder and her playing slowed a bit as my finger touched her clit. I shifted my mouth to the other side of her neck, sucking and biting while I continued to caress her. She began to let out little moans while it was apparent she was having trouble concentrating on the piano.

"Oh God, Harry..." she breathed, her hands stalling above the keyboard.

I chuckled in her ear. "Don't stop, baby."

She whined and swallowed, trying her best not to come unglued. It was so sexy. I continued to rub her clit, feeling her juices drip as she squirmed in her seat.

"Oh my God, I can't!" Roni cried as she let go of the keys and reached her hands up to grab my arms.

I threaded my fingers through hers on her left hand while my right never stopped rotating on her pussy. She called out my name as she came, her head against my shoulder.

When I slid my hand out of her pants, she turned around to look at me. Her face was even more flushed than before, a beautiful afterglow from my touch. I put my hands on her face and kissed her, a deep sensual kiss. She stood up, our lips still touching, wrapping her arms around my neck while I pulled her to me by her waist. I felt the hunger in her kiss, her tongue meeting mine with fervor. When she finally let go to take a breath, her eyes seemed to burn through mine. I'd never had anyone look at me like that before. It was desire...but something else too. It made me feel incredible.

"Let's go to the bedroom, Harry," she muttered.

I nodded silently before she grabbed my hand and led me to her bed.

Roni

I'm not sure if Harry noticed, but when I opened the door and saw him I audibly gasped. He looked so good with his snapback worn backwards on his head, a combination of boyishly cute and hot as fuck.

I hadn't intended to play the piano for him, but halfway through the first piece I was glad I had, because I could feel him watching me. His gaze sent electric sparks inside me, and by the end I was completely turned on. I was so happy when he began touching me during the second piece. I crave his touch - I need it. However, I was not expecting what soon followed. I tried so hard to keep playing as he rubbed my clit, the idea totally erotic. But as I reached my high, I could no longer play. My head was swimming; I doubt I would have been able to tell you where middle C was at that moment.

When he kissed me afterwards, I kissed him back with all I had. I wanted him to know how much I wanted him. But I'm afraid I might have revealed too much. He looked at me a little bit bewildered, as though he was trying to read my thoughts. When I asked him to go to the bedroom, he merely nodded.

I guided him to my room, although he'd already been there twice before. I reached behind my head and pulled out the hair tie, released my hair from its bun, then I quickly took off my clothes as Harry stood and watched me.

"You okay?" I questioned.

It was Harry's turn to blush as he chuckled shyly. "Yeah."

He took off his hat and kicked off his shoes, then pulled off his shirt and trousers while I laid down on the bed to wait for him. I smiled as he came towards me, climbing on top. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he kissed me, his tongue soft and wet. When he lifted his head to look at me again, I could see the same expression in his eyes.

"My God, you're beautiful," he whispered.

I felt my heart rise to my throat as I bit my lip. This is it. I'm falling for this boy, and I don't know what to do.

I ran my hands down his back to his bum, guiding him towards my entrance. I closed my eyes as my body stretched to accommodate him. I heard nothing but his breathing, steady and slow just like his thrusts. He was gentle - almost too gentle. It was none of the rough, pure animalistic sex we'd had before. He rocked slowly and deeply, hitting my g-spot before pulling out almost entirely, only to do it all again. Over and over. It felt so good, it drove me mad.

I gripped the back of his shoulders as my moans escaped my lips. Usually this would be when I'd expect him to move faster, fucking me hard until we come. But he kept the same pace, sliding in and out slowly, his eyes focused on mine. I could barely stand it.

"Harry..." I moaned, trying to catch my breath.

My entire body was shaking, on the edge of orgasm. I could tell Harry was close as well, his breaths broken.

"Oh, Roni!" he cried. "Oh, fuck, baby!"

He hit my sweet spot once more, and I went over the edge just as he did. He buried his head in my neck, trying to steady his breathing as his thrusts ended. I held him while be both lay in silence, our bodies sweaty and satisfied.

With a loud sigh, Harry finally lifted himself off of me and lay beside me. He pulled me flush against him, spooning me. I wondered what he was thinking, what he'd been thinking during and even before. But I dared not ask. I wasn't about to blow it.

"Roni," Harry finally whispered, running his fingers down my arm.

"Hmm?"

Instead of answering me right away, I felt him shift on the bed, as though he wanted to look at me. I turned onto my back to face him. He had that same expression on his face at first. Then he grinned and sighed.

"I love the way you look at me," he said.

I blushed again, no doubt giving away more of my feelings. I'm so not good at this. I'd let myself fall too hard, too fast for one other man. I'd told myself I wasn't going to do that again. I'd been able to put up a wall and allow sex to just be sex. I hadn't felt like I'd led Harry on, or that I was playing games. I genuinely liked him, and he liked me. But now...now it was something more.

"How do I look at you?" I asked.

Harry smiled, his adorable dimple making me want to touch his face. I ran my hand up his shoulder to his neck.

"Um...I don't know," he replied. "I guess...like you're happy to be with me."

"I am," I confirmed.

Harry made a contented sound as he leaned his forehead against mine.

"It makes me feel good," he murmured.

"I'm glad," I told him. "You deserve to feel good."

Harry chuckled, then let out a loud exasperated sigh. "Roni."

"Yes?"

I knew it then. He was feeling it, just as I was. He was just as scared to reveal himself. My body shook with anticipation, my heart pounding in my chest. He lifted his head to look at me again.

"I...um..."

"It's okay, Harry," I muttered. "You can say it."

With an embarrassed grin, he licked his lips. "I think I'm falling in love with you."

"Me too," I smiled.

"Really?"

"Yes," I nodded. "Frightening, isn't it?"

"Yeah," said Harry. "Like, it feels too soon, you know?"

"I know," I agreed as I wrapped my arms around him once more. "But it'll be alright. We'll fall together."

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[russic]

Erwin Smith Boyfriend Headcanons

Warning: 18+ Below the cut. 

SFW 

Respects and supports all of your decisions (even when he knows they are wrong)! He understands that you must learn and adapt to the world’s difficulties. However, he never fails to discuss your decisions and be your “shoulder to cry on” when needed. 

Erwin’s presence captivates the entire room. Women want him and men want to be him. 

Adores public displays of affection! Around others, Erwin will kiss your forehead, whisper in your ear, hold your hand, grip your waist, and caress your thighs in public. He has a terrible habit of performing these acts when he gets jealous. 

(You’re not complaining). 

Extremely protective. When you find yourself in a difficult situation with others; Erwin always defends you (even if you’re wrong). 

He tries to avoid bad situations, but will confront someone if needed.

Erwin’s closet strictly consists of business attire and luxury jewelry. He loves extravagant coats, leather shoes, and Rolex watches. Though he looks stunning; he doesn’t own sweatshirts you can steal. However, you thieve his fancy button-ups to casually wear in the morning and the afternoon. 

RIPPED AS HELL. His stature makes him appear extremely intimidating, but he’s a big teddy bear.

Workaholic. 

Once worked a seventeen-hour day. He claimed, “No one else would do it right.” 

In private, Erwin enjoys writing short stories and poems. He will read them to you and ask for your honest opinion. 

He’s great at writing short stories... Not so good at writing poetry. 

Has a coffee addiction. His Starbucks order is an Iced Venti Dark Roast with a small amount of cream and no sugar. 

Will buy your favorite drink at Starbucks and deliver it to your work with a small love note.  

Listens to bands. His favorites include: the Red-Hot Chili Peppers, Papa Roach, and Nickelback. 

Already acts like a dad: 

Has “lawn watching” sessions. He intensely stares out the window at the yard for two-three minutes while nodding. You have no idea what the hell he is doing, but as long as he is happy; you don’t care. 

If you aim to have children: he’s the ultimate DILF. 

 Insists his children play sports. It doesn’t matter which sport; he will become your son’s head coach. 

Welcome’s your child’s friends over all the time. He’s looking for any excuse to cook steak, ribs, burgers, and hot dogs on his new grill.

Lowes and Home Depot trips are wayyy too expensive. 

LOVES CUDDLING in the morning and at night. If he isn’t cuddling you when you both are in bed, he won’t sleep. Without your head on his chest and your leg draped over his mid-section, Erwin refuses to close his eyes. 

Often says, “I don’t know how I got so lucky.”  

You don’t know how you managed to cuff the perfect man either. 

NSFW 

This man is WILD. 

Yes, his commanding presence conveys over to the bedroom. 

“Yes, Commander.” “Fuck me, master.” 

When Erwin eats pussy; he EATS. He adores overstimulating the most sensitive part of your body. His favorite position is kneeling in front of you with your leg draped over his shoulder; his face buried in the place you need it most. Within one minute, your legs are giving out. 

“No one else can have this pussy. Your cum is too good to share.” 

Praises and degrades depending on which mood you’re in. 

“What’s that, baby? Would you like me to trace my fingers along your clit, nice and slow. I love making a mess of you. Just wait until I fill you up, beautiful.”

“I can’t believe how desperate you are for my cock. You’re my personal cock-sleeve, slut.” 

Makes you beg for everything. He loves hearing foul words fall off your lips in pure lust. 

Public sex. Erwin intentionally unlocks and cracks his office door. When someone appears, he pulls your head up by your hair and forces you to look into their eyes as he’s railing you from behind. 

You’ve been caught by Levi, Hange, Miche, and Nile. (Yes, this happens a lot.)

When Erwin is working, he allows you to use his thigh to reach your high. If Erwin isn’t procrastinating, he pushes everything off of his desk to have rough office sex. 

“You’re always so fucking needy.” 

Will use toys if you’re open to the idea. 

Expect to cum multiple times during one session. The most you two have reached is nine. Don’t expect less than three. 

Loves soft bathroom sex. When Erwin wants to be romantic, he will light candles and pour two glasses of wine to set the mood. 

The aftercare is stunning. He loves to worship your body by cleaning you up and running his hands along the places he adores the most. If he bruised your body, he will kiss his marks. 

“I don’t like to hurt you, love, but I love marking your body. I can’t believe you’re mine.” 

[unknownwriting]

Summary- going on a date

Character(s)- Kaminari Denki, Kirishima Eijiro, Mina Ashido, Aizawa Shōta

Warnings- just so one comes for me, everyones aged up!!, besides that none :)

Notes- ahh look at me trying to expanding my fandoms

Kaminari Denki

Definitely an arcade date. A simple yet fun idea.

Of course when he invites you, it mostly as a joke. He’s not expecting you to actually answer. But when you did this man is like so excited. If he could he would’ve planned the date that day but of course he waits till the weekend.

It’s a casual date, nothing to fancy just the 2 of you enjoy the little things. It’s one of those dates that feel like a date yet at the same time doesn’t.

It’s like those dates y’all see in like those cheesy romance movies. It’s a very cute date 🥺💕

Of course y’all don’t spend the whole date at the arcade, it was just the first out of many spots. Y’all basically play till y’all can’t anymore then go out to eat.

Y’all end up chatting about anything and everything, whatever topic pops up yall talk about it. At one point you make him charge you phone, limited his ability to talk. But you end up talking the most anyways.

After y’all had eat and enjoyed a dessert or 2, the 2 of y’all go a goof off at some random park. Talking on the swings, climbing up the monkey bars, petting to local cats.

Over all the date was just a simple one but it was probably the best one Denki has ever had and will have.

Before the date, he knew you only as a classmate, not knowing the small things about you. After the date he learns and remembers all the little things about you.

Your favorite color, your dream pet, what you what to do as a side job, how you wanna help people. All the little things.

Denki felt so unbelievably happy when the date was over. He hasn’t be on many dates before more like none so going on a date with you, and it being an actual date made him so happy. Y’all are definitely gonna be going in more dates from now on

Kirishima Eijiro

Unlike Denki, dates with Kirishima take a bit more time to plan. Kirishima loves to go hiking, so why not go on a hiking date with him.

You honestly had never been on one so you have no idea what y’all would even do but you decided to go along with it. It something new for you to try and plus Kirishima seemed really happy when he was talking about it.

You clearly underestimate him and the date. By a lot. To start of with, y’all met up together just as the sun had reached over the horizon. It was to early.

2nd, he just had to pick the most ‘manliest’ trail. It was an gorgeous trail, don’t think it wasn’t. There were so many animals, birds, and beautiful flowers. But also bugs, and awkward wooden stairs and rocks, and a lot of walking. At that point you weren’t sure if this was a date or extra training.

However, you went along with it. Although it wasn’t your thing, it was nice change of pace and something else fun to try. The date wasn’t bad either, the two of y’all cracked jokes, chatted about the latest gossip at the school and about y’all’s works study, and just talking about random topics.

At one point y’all ended up holding hands and walking shoulder to shoulder, until however the 2 of y’all didn’t even know how or when y’all did it. The only time y’all noticed it was when Kirishima tried to head off into a bush to pee but next he knew you just continued to follow him. His flustered face was so unmanly.

After hours and hours of talking, sunset came and you noticed that y’all weren’t near the entrance of the trail. You brought your concern with him, but he simply smiled, grabbed you hand once again and asked, “Trust me. You’ll love it.”

There was no way you couldn’t trust that smile. So you continued to follow him until the sun began to dip under the horizon. And an hour before the light had disappeared completely, Kirishima brought you to a lovely field and a small picnic area

You were speechless, you were definitely not expecting that. It was so strange yet cute. So while you stood there, speechless, Kirishima began to unpack a bunch of snacks, of course ones that didn’t need to be referated. Once he set them all out, he looked back at you and smiled sheepishly, “Hehe, I hope you don’t mind a pinic date.” 

and of course you loved it. The date lasted on for about 2 more hours before yall decided to head back. Although the walk back was scary and surprising a lot shorter bc he apparently knew a short cut, it was still fun. The date was very new and nice, it was very different from any date you went on before. So this just might become a regular thing for you.

Mina Ashido 

a night out on the town all the way. Kinda like Kaminari but not at the same time...

Even though the date is technically at night. The 2 of y’all spend the day together anyways. Not going out and partying, but lazing around the house doing nothing. Mina liked to call it your girl time where y’all gossip, watch rom-coms, fantasize about the future, sending each other memes, simply stuff like that.

It wasn’t until around 5 when the date was finally starting. Y’all would get all dressed up, do each other’s make up, complement the hell out of each other, flirt, and try on like 5 different outfits before finally heading out.

The night started off relatively calm. The 2 of y’all would start the date off by going out to dinner at a somewhat fancy restaurant. Where y’all would continued to gossip and talk about random things.

After the dinner date the 2 of y’all would sneak off to an ice cream parlor and enjoy an ice or 2 together. Completely ruining y’all’s outfits. Besides the dinner date and the ice cream, everything after that wasn’t planned at all. It was all up to Mina where y’all would go.

To the club! Is the first place Mina’s gonna drag you too. It was popular club too where citizens, heroes and even villains would attend. The only rule that’s enforced at the clubs is: no sharing your real identity with a stranger. Besides that it’s a free for all.

Dancing, drinking, partying. They do it all, and y’all definitely do it all. Of course still having a sense of responsibility, y’all don’t drink too much but y’all definitely make that up on the dance floor.

While dancing you even ran into a few friends and decided to join their little party. Y’all did everything: drinking games, dance, encourage fights, ate till y’all couldn’t stand, threw it all up in the bathroom then did it again. You were pretty sure you saw some people from the league of villains but who cares. You were on a date not a night patrol.

Of course y’all aren’t super human well technically you are butttt so eventually even y’all had to call it quiets. It was around 3 am tho. It was a good thing that y’all didn’t have work in the morning. So the 2 of y’all said you goodbyes and slowly stumbled y’all’s way back to your apartment. Both of y’all took turned carrying each

As soon as y’all go home y’all had enough energy go pull off your outfits before crashing on the bed make up and all. The next morning, or next afternoon Mina was the first to wake up so she was quick to get dress and clean up before she began to make breakfast for you and a hot drink. When you woke up Mina was quick to check up on you and make sure you were feeling ok.

Once again y’all spent the day doing nothing and relaxing with each. And after a night like that, y’all couldn’t ask for more.

Aizawa Shōta

This man is like so romantic...when he wants to be lol. It really all just depends on his mood. Normally a date with him would be a very simple and easy going one.

Because he is a teacher, there’s a lot of time where’s he stuck grading papers and when that happens, He loves to cuddle up with you under a blanket and while you watch a movie or read or play on your phone he’ll grade the papers. Taking many breaks of course.

Most of the time his breaks will consist of him complaining about how one of his students didn’t get a question right or didn’t even answer it or just put something crazy. Most of the time he’s not to talkative but when it comes to school, especially his students, he won’t shut up. So you let him rant, you enjoy hearing this stories too anyways. His students are amazing.

Occasionally if it’s a simple worksheet with an answer sheet he made before hand, He’ll make you grade the papers while he sleeps or does something else. You love when this happens cause then your can give them a few extra points just bc.

Of course the date is not grading papers with him. The date comes after. Once all the papers are graded, the 2 of y’all would put in some relatively decent clothes and head out to the nearest coffee shop. A chance to get y’all out of the house and a nice breath of fresh air. Normally it’s your idea to go on the date but Aizawa always loves it.

Once y’all reach the cafe that’s when Aizawa would normally take over the date. He’ll either find something else he wants to do like see a movie or take a walk in the part the. Something he’ll just want to go back to the appointment and just sleep and relax.

It really doesn’t matter what y’all do. Aizawa’s the type of person to just savor the time spent with you. As long as he’s with you he doesn’t mind what y’all do. With thag in mind, he would prefer to just lay around the house and cuddle but he’s also open to your date ideas.

Like I said before Aizawa can be one hell of a charmer when it comes down to it. So when y’all go on actually dates. He knows exactly how to dress, act, and what do it. It’s almost like a completely different person but his lazy reaction remind you he’s still the same man you fell in love with.

Even the romantic dates are simple, going out to eat at a fancy restaurant and going out for a walk hand in hand. If y’all do something too exciting, he thinks it will take away from your beauty and distract him so that he’a not focused on you. So he keeps the dates simple so that he won’t have any distractions from you.

To others y’all’s dates might be too simple and boring, but y’all love them. The dates aren’t about seeing how much y’all could do together, it about spending time with each. So if all y’all do it go off to some cafe that’s around the block and talk, y’all are completely happy and satisfied.

[lulu-zodiac]

Title: Green Jasmine 

Prompt: “Barista Cas flirts with Dean by writing his number on a napkin, Dean smears it on his face, and Cas has to fess up” (for @winchester-reload​’s prompt roulette)

Summary: Cas has never liked anyone enough to even contemplate going through the social agony of asking them out. But Dean – Dean is different.

Note: I’ve had quite a few people asking me about a tag list for my fics, so if that’s something you’d like to be a part of then pls let me know <3

Cas hates his job. Admittedly, the prospect of serving coffee for eight hours a day in a busy campus coffee shop probably isn’t any introvert’s idea of fun. But it’s not the constant noise and bustle which bothers Cas the most about working at the Moose & Squirrel. It’s not even the fact he has to wear an apron covered in tiny bumblebees, or that the cappuccino machine breaks and spitefully spits hot foam everywhere on a pretty much hourly basis. The thing that makes Cas hate his job is how invisible it makes him feel (no mean feat for a grown man wearing a bumblebee apron and covered in hot foam).

Every day after his morning lectures, he spends from 2pm to 8pm talking to customers, taking orders, serving food. He knows all the regulars, could pick them out of a line up; the timid, bespectacled professor with hunched shoulders and a battered briefcase who sits at the window table every afternoon reading textbooks on phenomenology and religion; the three girls in blazers and ties who come in most days after school and order milkshakes with as many sugary toppings as possible; the mother and chubby-cheeked toddler who stop in every Thursday afternoon. Cas notices things about the one-time customers too; whether they look tense or distracted, if they look longingly at the cakes but then order a fruit salad, how they relate with whoever’s with them. He knows none of them, not really, but he feels like he does. And yet none of them look at him, really see him. They don’t notice what mood he’s in that day or what book he’s got stashed behind the counter to read whenever it’s quiet, they don’t notice if his smile is real or not. He’s just the person who serves their coffee.

Cas doesn’t know why it grates on him so much. It’s not like he ever wanted to be the centre of attention; he hates the spotlight. Maybe what really bothers him is that it’s not just the coffee shop where he feels unseen. Like no one really cares about knowing him. Working at the Moose & Squirrel is just an eight-hour-a-day reminder of how invisible he is.

Monday is particularly bad. By the end of his shift, Cas is exhausted and bad-tempered, and just wants to go home and curl up under his duvet before he has to do the whole thing all over again tomorrow. It’s ten minutes to closing and the café is finally empty. He’s just finished wiping down the display and has switched off the quarrelsome cappuccino machine. Drained, he retreats behind the pages of his Plath poetry book, silently praying no one else comes in before Meg finishes in the kitchen and they have the chance to lock up.

He’s only four lines into Tulips when the chime of the door makes his heart sink. But whatever irritation Cas is feeling fades the moment he looks up, eyes settling on the person who’s just walked through the door.

It’s a guy not much younger than him, so strikingly beautiful it kind of punches the breath out of Cas’s lungs. The guy looks like he’s just walked off the pages of a magazine spread – only he’s a little too rough around the edges, like maybe he had to fend for himself more than he should growing up. He’s wearing a beat-up old leather jacket and a Led Zeppelin t-shirt, and there’s a cigarette tucked carelessly behind one ear. He catches Cas’s eye and grins easily, all dirty charm. It’s the smile of someone used to the impact he has on people, but it still makes Cas’s stomach somersault involuntarily.

“Hey,” the guy’s voice is low and a little rough, understatedly sexual in a way that makes Cas swallow. He watches helplessly as the guy saunters up to the counter and leans casually against it, gazing up at the drinks’ menu. He drums his fingers restlessly against the freshly polished glass, and instead of being annoyed that he’s going to have to clean it again, all Cas can wonder is what beat he’s moving them to. A Zeppelin track seems too obvious. Perhaps something similar, classic rock ‘n’ roll bands that Cas has never been cool enough to listen to. Or maybe nothing at all, maybe it’s just a nervous habit. Although Cas can’t imagine this guy being anything but careless, casual.

“What would you recommend?” his gaze falls on Cas suddenly, deep, complex green flecked with quiet hues of honey and hazel, so striking it takes Cas’s breath away all over again.

Cas swallows, realises he’s been caught staring. “Um –” he stammers, trying in vain to stop the head flooding his cheeks. “Our London Fog is quite popular at the moment, and the special this week is the pumpkin spice latte. Or we have cold drinks. Local raspberry and vanilla cordial or ice cream milkshakes. Sparkling water. Uh - it depends what you like, really,” he finishes lamely, internally cursing the way he can feel his cheeks burning.

“Lots of things,” the guy grins wider, and leans closer into Cas’s space. He smells of faintly of mint and smoke and warm skin, like he’s spent all day in the sun. “I’m not fussy.”

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INTERVIEW THE MUSE !

► ARE YOU HAPPY? ↳  "Oh, SUPER. Can’t really get any better than all of this, right? I mean, I’m a LEGEND! And...I own a BAR; not everyone can say that — and all of my friends are here! Well...some of them...most of them couldn’t make it. Mainly because like — they’re DEAD, but...”

► ARE YOU ANGRY? ↳   " — about them dying? Not...in particular? I mean...a lot of them died in the games. Not much you can do about that, it’s in the fine print. But — wait, are you my new THERAPIST?”

► ARE YOUR PARENTS STILL MARRIED? ↳  "Well, yeah — don’t know what that has to do with my mental health.”

NINE FACTS.

► BIRTH PLACE ↳   "OH — so not my therapist. Got it. Well, believe it or not, just down the street! Solace City Emergency — but my mom tells me all the time about how she almost didn’t make it in the doors. Y’know, looking back at it, being BORN in a Trident probably would’ve helped my case when I applied for my sponsorship...”

► HAIR COLOR ↳  "Brown — but not not like an ICKY brown. Like a...velvety milk chocolate brown.”

► EYE COLOR ↳  "Also brown. But not as velvety.”

► BIRTHDAY ↳   "It was YESTERDAY, actually. August sixth, oh three — you can do the math. That’s why we’re having this party, y’know...in case...you didn’t — couldn’t tell by the banner...”

► MOOD ↳  "Me? I’m good! I’m good — we’re only...probably an hour and six? — shots in? Not counting the two before I came down though — but I’ve already got a dance in with Natalie, Walter let me beat him at arm wrestling — OH, and Ramya bought me this beer! Wasn’t really expecting that, considering she didn’t even wanna pay for that glass she broke the other day...”

► GENDER ↳   "Male.”

► SUMMER OR WINTER ↳   "We don’t...really have those here — Solace is just, HOT. So summer I guess?”

► MORNING OR AFTERNOON ↳  "Afternoon. Or more like, after one thirty...”

► SPOKEN LANGUAGES ↳  "English, mostly.”

CHOICES.

► LEMONADE OR ICED TEA ↳  "Oh — are you thirsty? We don’t...really have either of those here, just ALCOHOL. Or I can get you some water! We’ve got plenty of that!”

► CATS OR DOGS ↳  "Dogs. One hundred percent. Never had one though. Closest dad let us get was a HAMSTER. My brothers let me name it! But I was probably...four? And all he did was run on his wheel for ten minutes then sleep for five hours...and I wasn’t gonna name him sleepy, so I named him Runner! Which...is unfortunate, considering he — ran away...hmm...wonder where he’s running around at now...”

► A FEW BEST FRIENDS OR MANY REGULAR FRIENDS ↳  "Oh, I’ve got A LOT of best friends. I mean, look at how packed this place is tonight! Surely they wouldn’t all be here if they weren’t good friends of mine, at least...right?”

► DAY OR NIGHT ↳  "Can’t beat the night life.”

HAVE YOU EVERS.

► BEEN CAUGHT SNEAKING OUT  ↳  "Oh — speed round, I like it!”

► WANTED TO DISAPPEAR   ↳  "Yes!”

► FALLEN DOWN/UP THE STAIRS   ↳  "Wait, I messed that up — that was the answer to the first question! Can we take it back, I feel like I should record that aga—”

FAMILY.

► DO YOU AND YOUR FAMILY GET ALONG ↳  "Okay — first of all that was RUDE. Second...it, depends on the family. I don’t really have any way of contacting most of them anymore, but I guess disregarding my dad, I’d say so?”

► WOULD YOU SAY YOU HAVE A “MESSED UP LIFE”   ↳  "I mean — outside looking in, it might not seem the GREATEST. Yeah, there’s the whole thing with my DAD being gone, all of my brothers going missing when I was fifteen, what my mom’s going through...it might not seem all that great — but look at all of this! I mean, it could be worse, right?”

► HAVE YOU EVER RAN AWAY FROM HOME   ↳  "I never even really left home until I joined the games. I mean, there was this time me, my brothers and my mom were back and forth between Solace and Talos a lot, but I don’t really remember any of it, so...”

► HAVE YOU EVER GOTTEN KICKED OUT ↳  "Okay so, I was taking the trash out once when I was like, seven — and I think my dad locked the door behind me? Mom said it wasn’t on purpose but she didn’t sound too convincing when I asked her about it.”

FRIENDS.

► DO YOU SECRETLY HATE ONE OF YOUR FRIENDS ↳  " — hate is a STRONG WORD...”

► DO YOU CONSIDER ALL OF YOUR FRIENDS GOOD FRIENDS ↳  "Absolutely! At least a good...eighty percent.”

► WHO KNOWS EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU ↳   "Oh boy...I’m — not even sure my MOM knows everything about me. I mean, as far as I know, I never even told her about this one time I accidentally went through this DRIVE-THRU WEDDING thing...or about the time I knocked the entire turkey off the counter and put it back up before she got back into the house. Or this other time — ”

          “...wait, is this...did you say this is LIVE — ?”

ᴛᴀɢɢᴇᴅ ʙʏ: @landawariar​​

ᴛᴀɢɢɪɴɢ: YOU.

[libsterslobsters]

Whole Lotta Love

Synopsis: For some people, Valentine’s Day is another word for "stress", especially when you don't know what the other person is expecting. Several years into their relationship, Bucky’s pretty sure he has a good understanding of the Reader, until a word from Sam makes him question everything he thinks he knows. The race is on to make their first Valentine’s Day since saying their vows a special one, but as per usual, fate has it's own ideas about what will make the holiday truly memorable

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem! Enhanced! Super-soldier Reader

(Reader can see bits and pieces of the future in visions as well as speak every language)

Warnings: Smut, Fluff

Author's note: This fic contains references to earlier stories. For more information, click the series masterlist link. As always, the reader is unnamed so that this can be read as a self-insert, but at this point, I think of her as an OC.

The song referenced is Hearts Don't Break Around Here by Ed Sheeran

Series Masterlist

A The Song Remains The Same Fic

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“So, Valentine’s Day.”

Bucky doesn’t look up from his laptop (or more specifically, the field report he’s typing) at Sam’s words. Despite his concentration, he can tell that his partner is staring at him, boring holes into his back with his gaze.

“Uh-huh.” He’s listening, but so far, he doesn’t care.

“What are you doing for it?” For Valentine’s day? Um…

“Not much.” It’s a Tuesday this year, right? Then probably working, like most other people, he’d imagine.

The room is silent as he types, so Bucky assumes that settles the matter. That is, until Sam mutters a quiet, “You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.”

“About what?” How many paragraphs does he have to type before he can pass this off as a full report? When he joined the Avengers, he thought the hardest part of his job would be the bad guy of the week, not doing paperwork!

“You’re really not doing anything for Valentine’s Day? Seriously?” He nods absentmindedly and clicks the save icon. He’ll finish this tomorrow. It’s five o’clock. Time to head home. Home to-

“What’s your wife gonna think about that?” He shrugs and cuts the power to the laptop.

“She thinks that the whole holiday is a rip-off. See you Monday?” He turns around for confirmation, only to catch Sam staring at him, mouth hanging wide open. “What?”

“A rip-off?” Is he just going to be stuck repeating himself?

“Yep.” Told him that the first February 14th they spent together.

“And you actually believed her?”

He nods. “She’s not one to lie.”

Sam nods incredulously. “Uh-huh. And are you planning to ever have sex again?”

He’s not going to dignify that with an answer (because really, isn’t it obvious?).

“Fine.” Sam shrugs. “You do you, man. All I’m saying is, if I had a wife who looked like that-” he indicates the lock screen of Bucky’s phone (a picture of her laughing, telling him to put away the damn camera after wrestling the dog for the tie to her favorite robe). “-I’d have my V-day plans set up a month in advance.”

Normally Bucky would take what Sam says with a grain of salt, but he is after all a man out of time, so maybe it’s worth considering that his partner may be right.

“What would you suggest I do?”

“Outside of the bedroom?” He narrows his eyes at the Falcon. “Okay, bad joke.” Sam scratches at the back of his head, thinking. “I don’t know, man. That’s your girl. You know her best, but flowers are always a good place to start.” Good to know that hasn’t changed since the 1940s. Although, last time he brought her flowers, she spent the afternoon sneezing until he eventually convinced her that it was okay, he wouldn’t be offended, she should throw the damn things out. Then again, that was before she was a super soldier.

“Flowers.” He repeats, earning a nod from Sam.

“You can get creative. Do a little research. But I’m just saying, when a woman waits five years for you to reappear, the least she deserves is a few flowers.” On that, they can agree.

He must bid Sam some sort of goodbye and make his way through the Avengers compound, but he’s unaware of anything until he’s in the parking lot, sitting behind the wheel of his car, googling “What to do for your wife on Valentine’s Day.” There’s a web page that boasts twenty different selections. Might as well give it a look.

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She’s nearly home when her phone dings with a text from Barnes. “Just got in. Forgot to get milk. Can you swing by on your way, or should I go to the gas station and pick up a gallon?” A frown forms on her face. It’s pretty rare that Bucky forgets things. Must’ve been a hell of a day at work, then. Either that, or his brain has completely turned to mush thanks to typing out field reports. Either way-

“I got it. See you in twenty.” She thinks about tacking on a “love you”, but the light turns green before she can.

The grocery store is packed thanks to so many people getting off work. There’s only three carts left, all with bad wheels. She chooses the least squeaky option and, grabbing an add on her way, heads into the grocery store. Milk, and if she remembers right from this morning, they’re running dangerously low on coffee and tea. Despite caffeine having absolutely no effect on their enhanced bodies, both of them are nightmares to be around in the mornings without their beverages of choice. Force of habit and all.

She’s halfway to the checkout when she sees it. A sign, decorated in garish shades of red, pink, and purple. “All Valentine’s Day chocolates 10% off.” Shit. Yeah, that is coming up. To tell the truth, she’d completely forgot all about that day halfway through February. For most of her life, it only meant giving homemade cards at school when most kids had store-bought. Then, once she reached adulthood, it was a reminder that she was destined to be alone. Who would want someone who’s on the run, and what’s more, sees the future? Once she and Barnes got together, it didn’t change much. That first Valentine’s Day, he mentioned the holiday, and she shut it down immediately. They were both broke (or at least, he had no legitimate way of making money while she was broke), and celebrating a mostly commercial holiday seemed like a waste. Plus, she didn’t want to put a strain on a new relationship. Over the years, the subject never came up again, and she’s content for it to stay a non-starter, thank you very much. In her opinion, you should show your partner you love them every day of the year, not shoe-horn it into one twenty-four hour period. Call her unromantic if you must.

She’s completely immune to the various displays of cheap chocolate in heart-shaped boxes and overly sentimental cards as she approaches the register and starts to unload her items. Milk. Tea. That one specific brand of coffee that he likes because, “It tastes like what we drank in basic training. Terrible, but I kinda got used to it, so now everything else tastes like it’s trying too hard.” whatever that means. He’s right; she’s tasted it, and it’s fucking awful. Still, every morning, he drinks at least three cups while she drains her pot of tea.

“You got a hot date for Valentine’s Day, hun?” The cashier asks her, never breaking her rhythm as she rings up the items.

She chuckles. “As a matter of fact, yes.” The cashier’s eye go wide, and she holds up her left hand. “And every other day.”

“Ooh, nice. How long have you been together?”

“Nine years.” Wait… “Or four years, depending on which of us you ask. He blipped, I stayed.”

The cashier nods. “So are you older than him now?”

Physically? They’re not completely sure, but if you calculate the times he was off the ice with HYDRA and add that to the age he was before the serum, then they’re not far off. But chronologically- “No, he’s still older.” And yes, it will always be funny that Sam responds with “Okay, boomer” whenever Bucky makes an outdated reference (even if he’s off by a good twenty years).

With a little more light chatter, she pays for her items and leaves. Now, for home.

As soon as she opens the front door, she’s greeted by their dog, Sarge, barking excitedly and hopping around like he’s on a trampoline despite missing a leg. Bucky’s not far behind, placing a quick peck on her forehead before taking the bags from her and unloading them in the kitchen. Tonight’s his night to cook, but unless her nose has suddenly decided to give out, he hasn’t started dinner yet. She doesn’t mind taking over tonight, and when he sheepishly apologizes while she begins her preparations, she brushes it off. Although, for the second time in an hour, she’s seen proof of his unusual absentmindedness. Oh well. She’ll ask him about it later.

Despite being relieved from tonight’s chef duties, Bucky stays in the kitchen, sitting at the breakfast bar scrolling through his phone as she cooks. His expression is neutral, which can mean one of two things; a) he’s just killing time and there aren’t any interesting posts or articles vying for his attention, or at the opposite end of the spectrum, b) he’s deep in thought, possibly angry, sad, or even frightened, but he’s gone into Winter Soldier mode and shut down so that she won’t pick up on his mood. Damn the man and his poker face.

Eventually dinner is served and she sends him off toward the fridge in search of two beers while she serves their plates. Just as she’s spooning a generous helping of salad into her bowl, it happens. A vision, but a limited one. All she’s seeing is a phone. Well, that and the hand holding it. She’s not sure whether to be proud or embarrassed that she immediately recognizes the hand as Bucky’s, but that goes by the wayside as she takes in the article he’s reading. “Should you do something for Valentine’s Day even is she says no?” It’s a thread on some anonymous discussion board. The reply that has his attention is in reference to a now divorced individual who “was dumb enough to believe that, on our first V-Day as a married couple, she didn’t want anything.” Oh boy. Not good. This will be their first Valentine’s Day since exchanging vows, and if the fact that he’s read this reply (if not already read, will read soon) means that it’s at least crossed his radar that she might be feeding him bullshit. That’s not the case, but after his research, she knows from experience that no matter how much she tries to convince him otherwise, a small part of his mind will be stuck on, “But what if this is a big deal?” Which means-

“Doll, are you just gonna stand there with the salad tongs in your hand?” That snaps her out of it.

“No. Just a vision.” He frowns as she passes him his plate.

“Anything important happen?” Should she say?

“No.” She’s not sure if the smile or not, so she takes a bite from her roll to cover it. “Random sneak peek.” It’s not a lie. What she saw really isn’t important. Still, if he’s in that mindset, she should probably go on and do something for him just in case. After all, why should it only be the ladies who reap this holiday’s benefits?

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Not flowers. That’s the one thing that, after copious amounts of research Bucky is one hundred percent certain about. They may still be a common romantic gift, but since they were also a go-to back when he was courting girls in the 1940s, it’s safe to say they’ve been overdone. Plus, he doesn’t really want to remind her of that time she had such a severe allergic reaction to the flowers he picked her on a walk through the park in Bucharest that her eyes nearly swelled shut and she sneezed herself sick. That doesn’t exactly seem like prime romance.

Chocolates or other candies have the same issues as flowers. Contrived and predictable. A bottle of wine is nice, but neither of them can so much as get mildly tipsy thanks to the super serum. The fourteenth is his day to cook, so he guesses he could do some reading and try to create something a little more special than spaghetti (he thought about going to a nice restaurant for dinner, but there’s a few issues with that, not the least of which is they’re likely to be recognized without their disguises, and he’d rather not look at his wife through sunglasses on Valentine’s day), but that seems a little underwhelming.

As he loads the dishwasher (she fell asleep half-way through the third episode of whichever nonsensical comedy they’re watching this week, so he sneaked back downstairs to clean up the dinner dishes), he thinks back to the dozen separate articles he read on the subject of Valentine’s Day gifts. Jewelry was a common theme, but that’s out. She’ll say thank you to his face, but worry about the cost behind his back. Plus, he has absolutely no idea what she’d like, and there’s no sense in purchasing something only for her to hate it.

Another common one was lingerie. Bucky almost choked on his tongue when he saw some of the examples given with that option. None of it looked comfortable (in fact, he’s still scratching his head about how you even put on one of the pieces that popped up on the web page) and he doesn’t want to give her the impression that she has to dress up for him. Even putting all that aside, he has no idea what size she’d even wear. He likes to think that he knows his wife pretty well, but somehow, in all their years together, it never occurred to him to ask her for her clothing sizes. That, and have you even seen the bra sizing system? Does it make sense to anyone, because to Bucky, it’s all gibberish. 32 B? 36 DD? What the hell? Somehow, when HYDRA was training him to extract information, they failed to go over the translation of a woman’s bra size. He supposes he could ask, but he’s not sure there’s a non-suspicious way to work, “Hey, sweetheart. What size are your breasts?” into casual conversation.

Sam said to get creative, so he tried to think outside the box. What’s something she really needs? A new vacuum cleaner is the first thing to come to mind, but he’s not stupid enough to think that would make a good gift. He knows she’s had her eye on a set of throwing stars, but that doesn’t seem to correlate well with what this holiday is all about. That’ll keep until her birthday.

He’s still wracking his brain for anything at all that might work when he feels a wet nose poking at his hand. Sarge. “Hey, boy. Has your mom gone to bed?” The response is a quiet “woof” and lick to his palm. He scratches the mutt behind the ears, smiling to himself as Sarge’s back leg thumps at the treatment.

“What do you think we should get our girl? Huh?” There’s no reply (of course not, he’s talking to a dog), but he nods, pretending all the same that Sarge has offered up a suggestion. “A bone. Yeah, somehow I don’t think that’s her thing. Try again.” The dog blinks at him lazily. “No, you’re the one who wants new tennis balls. Not Mom. Although you’re right about her liking peanut butter.” At this rate, he might as well get her a bone and some tennis balls, because he’s sure not coming up with any ideas.

She likes music. The thought pops into his head while he’s brushing his teeth. All sorts of music. Over the years, he’s tried to make sense of the songs he’s heard her listen to, but has yet to find a discernible pattern in her listening habits. She doesn’t seem to stick to just one genre or era. More like she picks songs by how they relate to what she’s feeling at the moment. Wait a second-

“A mixtape.” His reflection mouths the words back at him. Despite technology having moved on from the days of burning CDs, she still has a thick stack of the disks stored in a cabinet and plays them on the regular. He’s even seen a few that she made herself, pasting together the songs she likes to make a “Cleaning mix”, “Workout Mix” and “Pissed off Mix”. Bucky’s sure he could figure out how to burn a CD, but it’s not like she’d be able to listen to that everywhere she went. That leaves a playlist. She uses one of those apps to listen to music on her phone, right? Surely he can put something together for her using that.

Quietly, he climbs into bed next to his sleeping wife and pulls her back against his chest, slinging one arm over her waist as usual. He closes his eyes, but his mind is alight with activity. A playlist. Of course. He’ll put some extra effort into whatever he cooks that night, stop by a bakery and pick up some sweet treats for dessert. Hell, maybe they’ll both dress up and act like they’re on a date. Then, once they’re sitting down to their meal, he’ll pull out his phone and hit play. It’s perfect. At least, he hopes it is.

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Putting on a lacy bra and panties set underneath her regular work attire seemed like a brilliant idea this morning. Today’s a short day; she’s only got three classes to teach, and Rhodey called last night to tell Bucky that he’s suspending work hours at three pm “Since most people have holiday preparations to make.” Her plan was to be waiting on the sofa in the living room when he arrives home, professional button-down blouse open just enough for him to get a good look at what’s underneath, pencil skirt pushed up enough to reveal the stockings and garters she’s donned for the occasion. It’s fun, with just enough cheesiness to match this whole holiday. And, well, it’s a guarantee that by the end of the night they’ll be in bed together, both rumpled, sweaty, and satisfied. Perfect, right?

Wrong. On her drive to work, her skimpy underwear began to ride up, giving her a wedgie, and there was no way to adjust without running the risk of wrecking. She was so distracted by her discomfort that she missed her exit, and by the time she arrived at the college, she was running so behind that she didn’t get the chance to run to the bathroom and readjust. Her lecture on sentence diagrams was pure torture before the underwire from her bra decided to join in the fun and poke her directly in the ribs, but with that addition, she was especially impatient with her students’ tendency to joke around a little too much in class.

Luckily, she had just enough time to wrap the exposed metal bit in tissues before her next class, which eliminated the pain in her chest, but did nothing to alleviate the discomfort once her stockings began to slide down, having at some point disconnected themselves from the garters. She taught like that for the next two classes, but as soon as they were over, she pealed the whole ensemble off in the teacher’s restroom and changed into her gym clothes. Alright, screw the whole seduction routine. She needs to blow off some steam and fast, or else she’ll be in a bad mood all night.

That’s why, thirty minutes later, she finds herself in the training room of the Avengers compound, working over a punching bag. “Fuck-” Her fist connects, making the bag swing crazily from it’s hook. “-this- whole- day!” It goes sailing, and she feels a little better.

“Ouch!” The voice comes from behind her and she whirls around, gaze resting on-

“Sam.” The man in question holds up his hands in an “I surrender” gesture.

“Don’t shoot! I come in peace.” Rolling her eyes, she holds up her middle finger, receiving a snicker in acknowledgment.

“Just working off a little frustration before I head home.”

“Good.” Sam chuckles. “’cause otherwise, I’d be worried that when Barnes pulls out his dick tonight, you’ll bite it off.” She thinks about telling him that there’s no chance of that, but she might just cut off his if he crosses her. However, that jogs her memory.

“Has he left yet?” Sam nods.

“About an hour ago. Said he had to pick up groceries.” Shit. There goes her plan to shower, throw the damn lingerie back on and proceed as planned.

Bidding Sam a hasty reply, she makes tracks towards her car and, once inside, heads for home. Fine. New plan. She’ll shower once she arrives and then when the evening is drawing to a close, wait for him in bed. Nodding to herself, she puts the car in park and climbs out. Now, to psych herself up enough in the next few hours to put the damn lingerie back on.

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Where did he go wrong? It takes all of Bucky’s self control not to spit out the spoonful of sauce he just tasted. This was supposed to be an easy recipe for Chicken Alfredo (or at least, that’s what the website boasted; he should’ve known better than to get his information from the internet and stuck to a good old-fashioned cookbook from the library). Not… whatever the hell this is. Maybe even if the sauce is nauseating, the chicken is okay?

He pulls open the oven door, and immediately smoke billows out, making his eyes water. Okay, chicken’s a little well-done. Who is he kidding? Black. The chicken is burned black. And the pasta… he lifts the pot lid and stirs, only to come to the realization that the pasta is completely stuck to the bottom of the pot. Wonderful.

It’s inevitable; over the years, he’s had his fair share of cooking disasters, but usually he does okay. Tonight though… who the hell up there did he piss off, because the only explanation for how badly this is going is his karma coming due.

Still holding the offending spoon, he looks over at Sarge, who’s staring at him, long pink tongue sticking out as he pants. “Trust me, boy. You don’t want any of this.” There has to be something else he can pull together on short notice. Normally he’d be worried that she’s running late without so much as a text, but today he’s relieved. At least if she’s running behind he’ll have time to… what? Maybe order takeout? Before she gets-

“I’m home.” Shit.

Sarge yips, shaking with excitement, and starts towards the kitchen door, then turns back, uncertain. “Go on. I know you’re dying to jump on her and lick her face.” Something they really should be training out of him because he’s getting too big for that sort of behaviour but, well… there’s a reason they call them “puppy dog eyes.”

Not needing to be coaxed, the dog takes off, tripping a little in the momentary lapse in his memory that he’s a tripod, but easily catches himself and goes on his merry way, leaving Bucky to clean up his mess. From the sound of things, a game of fetch is going on in the living room, so she should be distracted for a while.

He manages to pour the sauce down the drain and scrape most of the pasta into the trash while Sarge is acting as a decoy, but there’s absolutely no way he can dispose of the chicken without tipping her off (damn enhanced senses, it’s a wonder she hasn’t already smelled it). Finally, he decides to just go for it. She’s going to notice whether he throws it out now or two hours from now. Might as well get a head start on cleaning.

Sure enough, not ten seconds after he empties out the oven, he catches a movement in his peripheral vision, and the familiar sound of her breathing tips him off that he’s no longer alone.

“Hey, Doll.”

“Hey, Bucky. Did something burn in here, or-” He holds up the pan for her inspection before continuing his scraping.

“That’s one way to put it, yeah.” He slams the lid back on the trashcan and turns on the tap, intent on rinsing out the pan. “Another is whoever the god of culinary arts is has it in for me today.”

She chuckles. “You know, that would be funnier if we didn’t actually know a god.”

“Yeah, but he’s in control of thunder.” He meets her eyes, smirking slightly. “Although it did look like I electrocuted the bird.” Her lips quirk up into a smile, and he takes the opportunity to kiss her, cupping the back of her head gently to hold her in place when she tries to move away, muttering something about being sweaty.

He’s not entirely sure how it happened, but by the time they come up for air, her back his pressed against the wall and he’s got her pinned in place. Not that he’s complaining.

“Anyone ever tell you that the tip of your nose turns pink after you’ve been kissed?’ Her cheeks go rosey in response.

“I think so. One guy did. I told him it’s only when I’m kissed properly.”

He really would like to continue the playful banter, but there’s still the small matter of whatever it is they’re going to eat.

“What do you feel like for dinner tonight?”

“Apart from electrocuted chicken?” He responds with a swat to her ass, which earns him a snicker. “Let’s keep it simple. Pizza. Your choice of toppings.” Right, that’s easy enough. Plus, if they have to wait longer than thirty minutes, it’s free.

“Okay. I’ll order while you shower?”

“Sounds like a plan.”

He’s just pulled up the menu on his phone when the sound of her clearing her throat attracts his attention. She’s standing in the doorway, combing through her freshly let down hair with her fingers, a playful look in her eyes.

“Or you could join me. Just a mild suggestion.”

Dinner can wait for a while.

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The Brooklyn townhouse they live in has many nice features. There’s a functional if small screened in back porch, big enough to hold a table for two and a grill. Two bedrooms, on the off chance someone from work needs to crash for a night or two. A kitchen with a dishwasher. A working fireplace. Good closet space. And an en suite bathroom.

Maybe it’s a little ridiculous to call a bathroom luxurious, especially when, in comparison to what’s featured in many brownstones, it’s more than modest, but she can’t help but think of it as such. There’s a double sink so that in the morning rush to get ready, Bucky’s able to shave and brush his teeth without having to wait for her to finish applying her makeup. Shelving above the toilet makes certain that even if the last person to shower took the towel with them, another one is on hand. Speaking of the shower, it’s not the largest one in the world, but both of them can fit in comfortably at the same time, which is what’s lead to their current situation.

She’s just finished allowing the water to course over her body, easing the sweat from her skin, and is about to begin the process of washing her hair, scrubbing her body, but she hesitates. She might as well ask. It’s only practical after all.

“Do you want to start now or get cleaned up and have dinner beforehand?” It’s obvious what she’s referring to, so she doesn’t bother to spell it out.

His brown knits, and if she didn’t know him as… intimately… as she does, she’d actually believe he’s confused.

“Oh, so you’re just assuming there’s gonna be sex involved at some point tonight?”

She shrugs, wringing out her hair.

“Seemed like a safe enough bet.” She glances pointedly between the two of them. “After all, we’re already undressed. “

His laugh is a quiet huff, barely discernible over the sound of the water. “Then I’d say start now, have dinner, then go for round two. Sound about right to you?”

She nods. “Solid plan.”

“Then get over here.”

Unlike the welcome home kiss they shared not half an hour ago, this one is less tender, more electric. Hands twist in hair, bodies press together. Tongues begging for entrance quickly give way to teeth nipping at bottom lips, an unspoken sparring match for who’ll be in control this time around. Ultimately he wins, grasping her hips and lifting as she wraps her legs securely around his back.

There’s no need for prep; the teasing of their earlier words is foreplay enough. Back pressed against the wall, her body easily welcomes him in as she braces one arm against the glass shower doors for balance. Any concerns about slipping and falling wash away as they move together like so many times before. She’s sure her nails will leave marks on his back, fingertips digging in for purchase and it’s a guarantee her hips will be littered with fingerprints from his grip, but she can’t find it in her to care, and if the desperate, bruising kiss assaulting her lips is anything to judge from, neither can he.

“So damn good, Doll.” It’s panted against her neck. “Always. So damn perfect for me.” All she can manage is a moan in response.

She feels him twitch inside of her and knows he’s close. So is she, but she can’t quite get there without-

As if he’s read her mind, he reaches between them to touch her where she needs it most, and on instinct, she readjusts, locking her arm around his neck to stay in place. “Let go, sweetheart. Can you do that for me?” She couldn’t disobey if she wanted to.

“Fuck.” As her walls contract around him, he pulls out just in time to paint her middle with his release.

“That’s one word for it.” She’s still fighting to catch her breath, but she shoots him a shaky smirk, which he returns.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Mrs. Barnes.” Snickering, she releases him to stand on unsteady legs and pecks his legs.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Mr. Barnes.” Maybe there’s something to this holiday after all.

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“You want the last slice?” Bucky considers it for a moment before deciding-

“Nah. You can have it.” It may not be exactly what he planned, but it’s been a good night. Between the two of them, they’ve gone through two large pizzas while watching the new version of Beauty and the Beast (she rolled her eyes when he asked if this was her way of saying he reminds her of a certain hairy, horned character) in their pajamas.

“No, really. You take it. I don’t want it.” She nudges the mostly-empty pizza box towards him. The noise makes Sarge lift his head from where he was snoozing beside her on the sofa. That gives him an idea.

“I don’t want it either, but I can think of someone who does.” He cocks his head towards the now-drooling dog. “How ‘bout it, boy? Wanna help us out?”

Snickering, she picks the pepperonis and pieces of sausage and ham from the pizza, forming a pile. “Here, Sarge. Catch.” She tosses a coveted treat in the air, and Sarge’s jaw snaps, swallowing it whole. “Good boy.”

They sit in comfortable silence for a few minutes before she speaks again.

“You know, I actually did have something planned for you.”

“Oh, yeah?” She nods.

“Absolutely. Had a whole seduction plan laid out. Tiny underwear, lacy bra, and stockings with garters included.” Huh. Guess she wouldn’t have taken the “lingerie” option the wrong way. He’ll file that away for future use… along with a mental note to ask her bra size. “That is, until I tried wearing the damn things for longer than an hour. Turns out, hiding a dirty secret under your clothes is more itchy than sexy.”

He can’t help it. He laughs, producing a pout from her which quickly turns into her own quiet laughter.

“Well, that fits in perfectly with my fancy dinner going up in smoke.”

“We really do have shitty luck with the whole “romance” thing.” She’s joking, but he decides to respond anyway.

“I don’t know about that.” Entwining his fingers with hers, he lifts their hands, twin wedding bands catching the light. “You waited five years for me to reappear after the blip, and I convinced you to elope with me. Seems pretty romantic.” Although, that reminds him…

“Don’t move.” Releasing her hand, he stands and goes in search of his phone.

“Bucky, what-”

“Don’t move, Doll. Stay right where you are.” Ah. On the kitchen counter, just where he left it. Jogging back into the room, he resumes his place on the couch next to her. Ignoring her questioning gaze, he pulls up the app and, selecting the correct playlist, hits play.

Immediate recognition blooms on her face at the opening lyrics. “She is the sweetest thing that I know. Should see the way she holds me when the lights go low.” He’s not one for modern music, but when he was googling “songs for Valentine’s Day” and this one popped up, he couldn’t help but think that the lyrics were fitting.

“I didn’t know you’d heard this one.”

He chuckles. “Even old men have a few tricks up their sleeves. That, and a wifi connection.” She rolls her eyes but leans closer, which he takes advantage of to show her the playlist.

“This is the app you use, right?” Receiving a nod, he continues. “Feel free to scroll through and add whatever you want. I haven’t listened to all of them the whole way through, but they seemed to fit the mood.”

Her hand closes over his, covering the phone. “Thank you, Bucky. It’s perfect.”

As the singer goes on about how hearts don’t break around here, he presses his lips against hers.

“I love you, Doll.”

“Love you.”

Not bad for a disastrous Valentine’s Day. Not bad at all.

[existentialismee]

interview the muse !

► ARE YOU SINGLE? ↳ “.. no.”

►  ARE YOU HAPPY? ↳ “I can’t say.”

► ARE YOU ANGRY? ↳   “No.”

► ARE YOUR PARENTS STILL MARRIED? ↳   “Wherever they may be, they are together. That’s all that matters.”

NINE FACTS.

► BIRTH PLACE ↳ “.. mm. It’s irrelevant.”

► HAIR COLOR ↳  “Black.”

► EYE COLOR ↳  “I was born with blue eyes. The right one became an amber colour after a certain incident happened.”

► BIRTHDAY ↳  “April first.”

► MOOD ↳  “...”

► GENDER ↳  “Male.”

► SUMMER OR WINTER ↳ “I enjoy them both in different ways. Though the summer is always hot, having a cool drink on the porch while watching the sunset is a nice way to send those warm nights.. and in the winter, I often find myself under the kotatsu with a warm cup of tea. The snow that covers the garden at my shop is always quite beautiful.”

► MORNING OR AFTERNOON ↳  “Ah, I’m not much of a morning person anymore, so I suppose afternoon. Though I do enjoy when I have the energy to get up early and start prepping meals for the day.”

►  SPOKEN LANGUAGES ↳ “I’ve spoken Japanese all my life, though I did learn some English in high school.”

CHOICES.

► LOVE OR LUST ↳ “.. love.”

► LEMONADE OR ICED TEA ↳ “I enjoy making my own iced tea with different blends.”

► CATS OR DOGS ↳   “Cats.”

► A FEW BEST FRIENDS OR MANY REGULAR FRIENDS ↳ “There are only a few people in my life who know of my circumstances.. and they are the ones I hold dear the most. Even if there aren’t many, it doesn’t matter; their presence means more to me than anything.”

► DAY OR NIGHT ↳  “I enjoy both for different reasons.”

HAVE YOU EVERS.

► BEEN CAUGHT SNEAKING OUT   ↳   “There was no one there to catch me if I tried, as I lived on my own since I was a child. That’s not something I would try to do, in any case.”

► FALLEN DOWN/UP THE STAIRS   ↳  “When I was younger..” he sighs. “Many times.”

► WANTED TO DISAPPEAR   ↳ “.. no. I don’t ever want to disappear.”

FAMILY.

►  DO YOU AND YOUR FAMILY GET ALONG ↳ “Yes.. very much so.”

► WOULD YOU SAY YOU HAVE A “MESSED UP LIFE”  ↳ “I suppose that depends on what one considers a ‘messed up life’. We all have hardships, don’t we? Regardless.. I am just grateful that I am alive.”

► HAVE YOU EVER RAN AWAY FROM HOME  ↳ “No.”

►  HAVE YOU EVER GOTTEN KICKED OUT ↳  “Again, there was no one to kick me out.. but I don’t believe my parents would have done something like that.”

FRIENDS.

► DO YOU SECRETLY HATE ONE OF YOUR FRIENDS ↳  “Of course not.”

► DO YOU CONSIDER ALL OF YOUR FRIENDS GOOD FRIENDS ↳ “.. yes. At times, I’m unsure if I deserve them.”

►  WHO IS YOUR BEST FRIEND ↳ “Ah.. I’m not sure if I could just pick one. I care for them all the same.”

► WHO KNOWS EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU ↳ “Syaoran, Yuuko-san.. .. and Ashton.”

[nln4]

OC Interview 

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name ➔ Mikoto Uehara

are you single ➔ Uh…it’s kinda complicated.

are you happy ➔ I don’t think I’d be doing all of this if I was happy. Maybe I’ll get there someday.

are you angry ��� Oh, you know~ ;D (Yes, the answer is yes.)

are your parents still married ➔ I’m an orphan.

NINE FACTS

birthplace ➔ Uh, Nevada? Somewhere about there.

hair color ➔ Black

eye color ➔ Brown

birthday ➔ Sometime in May? I think May 17th. At least, that’s the day I told Ortega.

mood ➔ You mean, right now? Not bad. Could use some sleep.

gender ➔ Who knows. Not me. I’m still figuring it out.

summer or winter ➔ Winter, even though I get cold too easily.

morning or afternoon ➔ Morning, but it’s more of “I don’t go to sleep anyways, so nighttime to sunrise”

EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE

are you in love ➔  I’ll tell you if you promise not to snitch. You know what happens to snitches.

do you believe in love at first sight ➔ No. Love is earned. It’s worked for. I think. [They look deep in thought and drift off into silence at this one]

who ended your last relationship ➔ I’ve never even had a first relationship yet!

have you ever broken someone’s heart ➔ If I did, I wouldn’t know about it.

are you afraid of commitments ➔ Yeah. I’m working on that too. It might change once I find the right person.

have you hugged someone within the last week? ➔ Well, when’s the last time I saw Ortega? That was my last hug.

have you ever had a secret admirer ➔ Hm. Not sure. That Herald kid seems like he’s full of hero worship.

have you ever broken your own heart? ➔  [Silence]

SIX CHOICES

love or lust ➔ Love.

lemonade or iced tea ➔ lemonade, but it has to be sweet. I only drink hot tea.

cats or dogs ➔Dogs! But cats are cute too. I have a soft spot for all animals in general. Also rats! …ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ [You think you hear a soft chitter from somewhere]

a few best friends or many regular friends ➔ A few best friends. The more people know about you, the more dangerous it gets. [She winks]

wild night out or romantic night in ➔ Romantic night in. Sometimes dinner and movie is enough.

day or night ➔ Night time. Best time to work.

FIVE HAVE YOU EVERS

been caught sneaking out ➔ Only once.

fallen down/up the stairs ➔ I’ve fallen out of something, if that counts.

wanted something/someone so badly it hurt? ➔ Yes. Several somethings. And maybe a someone.

wanted to disappear ➔ I already did once.

FOUR PREFERENCES

smile or eyes ➔ Eyes. Windows to the soul, you know.

shorter or taller ➔ Taller? Eh. I’m not really picky. It’s more about personality for me.

intelligence or attraction ➔ Intelligence.

hook-up or relationship ➔ Relationship. Romantic, platonic, familial, all that jazz.

FAMILY

do you and your family get along ➔ Uh. Depends on who you ask.

would you say you have a “messed up life” ➔ You could definitely say that.

have you ever ran away from home ➔ Oh yeah. Once or twice. Although I didn’t really consider it home.

have you ever gotten kicked out ➔ They practically had me on a leash.

FRIENDS

do you secretly hate one of your friends ➔ Huh. I don’t think so?

do you consider all of your friends good friends ➔ I only have a handful of them, so yes.

who is your best friend ➔ Ortega, but if you tell him I said that, prepare for revenge. [They chuckle]

who knows everything about you ➔ Pfft, I don’t even know everything about me

[chandry-is-the-clown]

OC Interview- Ana Gray

Saw this post on the ShoH tumblr and wanted to do it for my MC too!! 

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? Name ? "Ana Gray. Nice to meet you,” she answers with an easy smile, resting her chin in her palm.

? Are you single ?  She hums affirmatively, “At the moment, yes.”

? Are you happy ? "Is anyone?” she laughs.  

? Are you angry ? “Well, not right now. Lucky you, eh?”

? Are your parents still married ? She blinks, and smiles rather forcefully. “Yes, I’d like to think so.”

NINE FACTS

? Birth Place ? “Westwood, a little settlement on the western Frontier.”

? Hair Color ? She smirks and brushes a hand through her ash-grey, almost white hair. “Grey, of course! It’s in the name, silly.”

? Eye Color ? “Gold,” she says, blinking her eyes sweetly. “I rather like it.” 

? Birthday ?  She shrugs noncommittally. 

? Mood ? “Well, I’m smiling, aren’t I?”

? Gender ? “Female, undoubtedly.”

? Summer or winter ? “Winter, obviously. I’ve been through enough desert to know that cold’s better than hot, any day.” 

? Morning or afternoon ? “I’m not partial to either. “

EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE?

? Are you in love ? She laughs. “No. Not right now, anyway.”

? Do you believe in love at first sight ? She shakes her head. “Maybe not at first sight. Love is... Strange. Takes time to put together. And there’s definitely not enough in one little glance.”

 ? Who ended your last relationship ? She smiles sheepishly and rubs the back of her neck. “I did... Traveled a lot. Had my fun sometimes when we stopped in towns. Some people aren’t fond of... ‘dalliances.’”

? Have you ever broken someone’s heart ? “I doubt it. I’ve never been around long enough to be able to do that to someone.”

? Are you afraid of commitments ? "Well, if I was, I wouldn’t be here, would I?” She smiles mischievously and leans in close. “But between you and me, I always have my bag packed nearby in case I need to cut and run.” She barks out a laugh, leaning back in her chair. “I’m joking, come on! Don’t look at me like that.”

? Have you hugged someone within the last week ? She laughs, “Of course! The last hour, in fact.”

? Have you ever had a secret admirer ? "Well, undoubtedly. Just look at me.” 

? Have you ever broken your own heart ? “Sometimes, you make mistakes.” 

SIX CHOICES

? Love or Lust ? “Can’t a girl have both?”

? Lemonade or iced tea ? She makes a sour face. “Neither, ugh.”

? Cats or Dogs ? ”Mm, cats, I think. Dogs don’t sit well with me.” She scrunches up her nose. “Too noisy.” 

? A few best friends or many regular friends ? “Can’t really say. Never really had any.”

? Wild night out or romantic night in ? “I can enjoy both, depending on the company.” She sprouts a cheeky grin, “Though I’d much more appreciate a wild night in.”

? Day or night ? “Night, I think. Direct sunlight burns my skin something fierce.”

FIVE HAVE YOU EVERS

? Been caught sneaking out ? She sighs, “Unfortunately.” She rests her elbows on the table and leans in to tell the story, “Met a girl in a little backwater village out near Kinley. Must’ve caught her eye while we were passing through because--well,” she waves her hand over her face, indicating her distinctive appearance. “Anyway, we were both down for a roll in the hay or two, and her father was supposed to be running errands in the city ‘till the next day, so she snuck me into her house to have a little fun. 

“Well, her da came back that evening, and caught us cuddlin’ in her bed post-coitus. I might’a panicked and, err... Grabbed my clothes and ran.”

She chuckles. “Chased me halfway across town, but I gave him the slip. I think it was an impressive escape, too. You ever seen somebody get dressed at a full sprint?”

? Fallen down/up the stairs ? “Never fell down myself. But, in my line of work, you get thrown down stairs sometimes. It’s something of an occupational hazard.”

? Wanted something/someone so badly it hurt? “Haven’t we all?” 

? Wanted to disappear ? “Of course I have.” She laughs, hollow and bitter. “Where I come from, Inquisitors would shoot you in the face if you so much as breathed near ‘em.” Her look turns steely. “Seen it myself.” The iladrin glitters in her eyes. “Wouldn’t you, if you were me?”

FOUR PREFERENCES

? Smile or eyes ? “Oh, that’s adorable. Think I like the smiles, ‘specially when they’re so bright, it’s infectious.” She laughs. 

? Shorter or Taller ? "Mm, taller.”

? Intelligence or Attraction ? "Seems shallow to choose one, doesn’t it? Sure, I like folk that can match wits with me, but can you blame a girl for liking ‘em pretty? 

? Hook-up or Relationship ? “Mm, either works, so long as we both enjoy it.” 

FAMILY

? Do you and your family get along ? She casts a glance around her. “Yeah, I think we do.”

? Would you say you have a “messed up life” ? She gives you a flat look. “Yes.”

? Have you ever ran away from home ? She shrugs. “Home is wherever I am. I couldn’t escape it if I wanted to.”

? Have you ever gotten kicked out ? “Well, they can’t kick you out if you leave first.”

FRIENDS

? Do you secretly hate one of your friends ? "What the fuck are you talking about?”

? Do you consider all of your friends good friends ?. “Well, yes. They could certainly be worse.”

? Who is your best friend ? She grins, “Why, Caine of course!”

? Who knows everything about you ? She gives an impish grin. “Only the gods, my friend. And I think I like it that way.” 

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[seiin-translations]

2.43 S1 Chapter 1.5 - Young Yunichika

5. INTERMISSION

Finally came to terms with the fact that the dialects are going to be an on and off thing

Translation Notes

1. A zabuton is a flat floor cushion for kneeling

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Haijima did not go to the end-of-term ceremony, but his absence wasn’t much of a topic in class. The ceremony ended without a hitch, and the classroom was filled with the excited buzz of spring break mood. While thinking, I wish I didn’t bring it today, as he felt annoyed by his bulky enamel bag, when he was about to go home…

“Oi, Yuni. Hmm? Haijima’s not here?”

The one who showed his face at the classroom’s door was the teacher who served as the advisor for the boys’ volleyball team. He didn’t seem to have any volleyball experience and was a ghost advisor until now, but unluckily—should that be said?—his work had been increasing lately due to Haijima’s transfer.

“He’s absent today, Haijima.”

“If that’s the case, then you’ll do. Here.”

“Don’t treat me like I’m second-best to Haijima. What’s this…Ah.”

When his eyes dropped to the printout passed to him, he saw that it was a timetable for the days the gym was used during spring break.

“There aren’t any other clubs that used the gym so much during spring break, so I got all the days you wanted easily. What are you going to do?”

“Ugh…”

For almost every day during the break, “Boys’ volleyball” was written in one of the three boxes of morning, noon, and afternoon (and two boxes in succession depending on the day!) without fail.

It would be a good opportunity for Haijima to practice intensively, but…we finally have not that much homework, so I wanna do something more…Doesn’t that guy have anything else he wants to do? Is it normal for prestigious sports clubs to have such a practice schedule for long vacations? I see, there’s an unsurpassable gap between them and small public sports clubs like us.

Despite feeling fed up, he stuffed the printout into his bag and said, “I’ll give it to Haijima.”

“I’m countin’ on you. But I really wish you’d put yourself in my shoes. Your advisor has to be with you pretty much be with you everyday. My long-awaited vacation…”

The advisor’s awareness was increasing with this.  

***

Certainly, he remembered that it was this house when it was right before him. Warm lanterns lit up the four corners of his memories that had been closed in by a monochrome snowscape, vivid color returned, sounds could be heard, and images came alive.  

Most of time, Kuroba just waited for “Chika” to come and play. Chika’s grandfather only brought him along when he came to play shogi with Kuroba’s grandfather. Even though Chika promised every time before he went home that “we’ll definitely play tomorrow too,” it was always up to their two grandfathers when they would be able to play together again, and the two of them were too young to decide.

Kuroba had only gone to Chika’s house once. They were supposed to be able to play together today, but he heard that Chika couldn’t come because he had a fever and threw a tantrum about going to visit him. He just wanted to play with him, of course, while using visiting him as an excuse.

He forced Chika, who was laid up with his pale face flushed, to get up and then compared their cards. His cheeks were gradually swelling up, so Kuroba cackled about how funny his face looked and Chika got cranky. Chika had mumps—at that time his grandparents didn’t even notice, and that night, the Kuroba house got a panicked phone call and Kuroba later developed symptoms of the mumps he got right from Chika.

His memories were being recalled one after the other, and the jumble of nostalgia and embarrassment filled his body with an itchy feeling.

“Ooe…”

He was confused for a moment when he saw a nameplate that wasn’t Haijima’s surname, but that was natural because this was his maternal grandparents’ home. He left the front door temporarily and strolled along the fence. This fence seemed towering in the past, but now he could easily look into the garden if he rose on his heels a little. On this early afternoon in the middle of March, the storm door on the porch was wide open, even though at this time of the day when the temperature was at its highest, it might or might not reach ten degrees Celsius.

Haijima was lying around on the porch.

“…?”

The heck is he doing?

He thought, knitting his brows and staring. His spindly back was facing this side, and it seemed like he was just rolling around without a pillow or zabuton. (1) He was wearing a sweatshirt and sweatpants, and his feet were bare under this wintry sky. You could see from his getup that he didn’t feel like going to school from the start, which he felt a bit exasperated by.

“Haijimaaa!”

He called out to him beyond the fence, but got no answer.

“Hey!”

He thought he was being ignored, but he could see headphones buried between his hair.

“Yes, yes, who is it…oh my, aren’t you the young master of the head house?”

A petite old lady who emerged from the Japanese-styled room inside answered instead. It was the old lady who accompanied him on his first day. “He-hello,” Kuroba said, making a shy smile.

“You can’t come in from over there, so please go around to the front. Kimichika, won’t you get up if you’re not going to sulk in bed? You really are only getting taller and taller, and it is getting to be a bother. The measure on the porch won’t be enough before long.”

“What…”

Pulling off his headphones roughly, Haijima groaned in annoyance and got up.

“Haijima.”

When he called his name again, that back stiffened in surprise. He lowered his headphones to his neck, put on his glasses and turned around to him. There was an adhesive bandage pasted diagonally above his right eye and on his right temple. He got cut by the snow when Yorimichi knocked him down.

“…I’ll be right there.”

He didn’t look eager, but he said that and quietly got up.

“What are you saying? I told you to get out of the cold already.”

“So noisy, geez…”

Maybe his grandmother’s speech rubbed off on him, but there was a bit of dialect mixed into his words when he cursed in irritation. Just for a moment, he connected with the “Chika” Kuroba remembered in the same picture as this house in his mind.

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After he went around to the front and waited before the gate, Haijima came out, dressed as how he was earlier with just his bare feet stuffed in sneakers. When he gave him the printout of the practice days he was entrusted with, he only gave the weak reaction of “Aah…”, and then silence. He was the kind of guy who would never be unenthusiastic when it came to volleyball, but today he looked awfully lifeless. It was like at the moment he grabbed Yorimichi, some big circuit within his body got burned out.

He cleared his throat to shake off this awkward atmosphere and broke the ice.

“Um, you know, I’ve decided that I’m not gonna hang out with Yori-chan for a while, and I’ll make sure things won’t turn out like how you’re worried they will…Er, I think I’m starting to enjoy volleyball, and I wanna play it a bit more. So, don’t tell me to quit right now…”

Haijima raised his eyes from the printout. Due to the bandage, he seemed to have difficulties opening his right eye, making his expression look even worse than usual. His eyeballs lightly swam back and forth, like he was searching for the words he lost sight of. Is he lost? That’s rare.

“…Um, that thing.”

A mumble came from the tip of his pouting lips.

“Anything, after that…”

Haijima, who wasn’t supposed to have words like “mumbling” or “hemming and hawing” inputted in his head, was hesitating greatly to say something. From that…? Was he worrying about whether or not Kuroba knew the rest of Yorimichi’s story? That Haijima cared about someone’s reaction? Mm, this guy’s acting pretty weird today.

He purposely sighed hard. He didn’t want to see Haijima so beaten in and down like this. Well, the usual Haijima was troublesome in his own way.

“I’m telling you, I didn’t hear anything from Yori-chan, and I didn’t look you up at all.”

It was half a lie. He did try to look him up. But he couldn’t say that honestly in front of Haijima. Unlike him, he could even lie to avoid hurting the person right in front of him.

Haijima’s expression was still sullen. Does he not trust what I say that much?

“You know I hang around with Yori-chan, right? Grandpa and all our relatives have branded him as a big fool and gave up on him, but I know that he has his good points too. No matter what anyone says, I hang around with him because I like him. So, what I want to say is that it doesn’t matter to me what those Tokyo guys, whose faces or names I don’t even know, want to say about you. Why should I rely on what some guy far away says about you when you’re right in front of me?”

He was desperate to know what happened in Tokyo, but he just didn’t have the courage to press the “enter” key. Now that he thought about it, it wasn’t that he stopped halfway because he wasn’t brave enough; it was because he wasn’t brave enough that he tried to look him up.

“That’s why, I’ll make up my own judgement about you.”

His ears turned hot as he said something that was kind of awkward and clumsy. He was so embarrassed that his legs wanted to escape from that spot, and he bounced on his heels as he said it. His enamel bag swung behind his back. Did he get through to him? He was someone whose understanding of Japanese was quite worrying after all. He was curious as to what kind of face he would make. But he couldn’t look him straight in the eye.

Oh well, if I can see him tomorrow, that probably means it got through. Spring break is packed with club activities after all.

“So, see you at school tomorrow.”

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OC Interview: Altrethir Valran

Tagged by @sleepswithvillains - I loved your approach to this prompt and I’m doing mine in a similar style!

I’m gonna tag @trixcuomo and @seilune ! I think you two would especially love to do this :D

A printed magazine plopped onto Altrethir’s desk with a slap. His eyes flicked up, meeting the gaze of Andronikos. The human man simply gestured to the magazine.

The Sith arched a brow as he looked to it and groaned internally. The picture. Out of all the ones they took, why that one? He looked far more imposing in others.

“I see you’ve found a copy of the latest issue of the Imperial Chronicles,” Altrethir muttered, tentatively bringing it closer to have a look for himself.

“Just happened to stumble across it,” Andronikos said. “The interview you and Ashara went to last month, was that all for this?”

“It was, yes,” Altrethir replied as he flipped to the page where said interview was written. His eyes darted across the words, as if he was checking to see if they altered anything he said.

► Name? ➔ “Darth Nox of the Dark Council.”

He says, but I ask for his real name. He is hesitant.

“Altrethir Valran.”

► Are you single? ➔ "I am married to my work.”

► Are you happy? ➔ “At the moment, I feel mellow. Overall, I am content with my position and achievements, but strive to do more to better the Empire.”

► Are you angry? ➔ “I am able to make myself angry within a second, but I will refrain from doing so now.”

► Are your parents still married? ➔ “They were still together when they passed.”

NINE FACTS

► Birth place ➔ “Hutta.”

His mood shifts and for the first time this interview, he tears his gaze from me.

► Hair color Lekku patterns ➔ Darth Nox’s lekku are moderately tattooed. There are, however, more designs upon his face than there are on his head tails.

► Eye color ➔ An unnatural scarlet - like that of powerful Sith - that are a slightly lighter gold toward the pupil.

► Birthday ➔ “Mid-spring.”

► Mood ➔ Darth Nox appears calm, relaxed, if not observant. I can feel him watching, maybe judging, my body language.

► Gender ➔ “Male.”

► Summer or winter? ➔ “Both can be dreadful, depending on the planet. I suppose if we use Dromund Kaas for this scenario, I should say summer. I’m more accustomed to heat than I am to bitter cold.”

► Morning or afternoon? ➔ “Morning, I suppose.”

EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE

► Are you in love? ➔ “Once more, I must confess that I am married to my work. I’ve little time to spare on love.”

► Do you believe in love at first sight? ➔ “Attraction, indeed, but not love.”

► Who ended your last relationship? ➔ “I haven’t any past relationships.”

► Have you ever broken someone’s heart? ➔ “Physically? Yes. And intentionally.” Nox gives a sly grin. His apprentice fidgets in her seat in discomfort.

► Are you afraid of commitments? ➔ “Not at all. I wouldn’t have made it to where I am today if I wasn’t truly dedicated.”

► Have you hugged someone within the last week? ➔ Nox pauses to think, his face scrunching lightly in thought. He exchanges a glance with his apprentice but she gives a big shrug. “I don’t recall,” he says, “I don’t think I have.”

► Have you ever had a secret admirer? ➔ “It’s unlikely that I haven’t.”

► Have you ever broken your own heart? ➔ “I have, yes; but I was able to make the most out of my emotions.”

SIX CHOICES

► Love or lust? ➔ "Both are appealing to me.”

► Lemonade or ice-tea? ➔ "’Ice tea,’” Nox sneers. “Stars, no. Tea, but hot.”

► Cats or dogs? ➔ “I’m not much of an animal person, to be quite honest. I suppose a cat would require less maintenance.”

► A few best friends or many regular friends? ➔ "A few close friends, but perhaps that is my introverted side speaking.”

► Wild night out or romantic night in? ➔ “A romantic night in, certainly.” He smirks, “That is, until my theoretical partner and I tire of it and crave something more exciting.”

► Day or night? ➔ “Both, I suppose. I’ve no preference in that regard.”

FIVE HAVE YOU EVERS

► Been caught sneaking out? ➔ Nox huffs a sigh, “More times than I should care to admit.”

► Fallen down/up the stairs? ➔ “No.” But his apprentice slowly raises a brow. He pauses. “Once.”

► Wanted something/someone so badly it hurt? ➔ “I have, and I still do. The state of the Empire means everything to me.”

► Wanted to disappear? ➔ “Several times, I fear. It is a rather nice feeling, I will admit, to be on a planet in which no one recognizes you. To give a recent example, Rishi was quite an interesting experience.”

FOUR PREFERENCES

► Smile or eyes? ➔ “Both are quite nice, though I notice one’s eyes first.”

► Shorter or taller? ➔ “I’ve no preference in that regard; both are fine with me.”

► Intelligence or attraction? ➔ “I feel as though I’m cheating,” he grins, “Once more I should answer with both.”

► Hook-up or relationship? ➔ “I’m in no search of a relationship at the moment, nor a hook-up. So neither.”

FAMILY

► Do you and your family get along? ➔ Nox frowns and shakes his head, “No. No, we do not.”

► Would you say you have a ‘messed up life’? ➔ “Depends on one’s point of view. I tend to be optimistic, so I see my past as a road of opportunities that lead me to this stage in my life. I had many, many hardships along the way, but I’m content with the person I turned out to be.”

► Have you ever ran away from home? ➔ “Korriban was the only place that felt like a ‘home,’ but no. I was made an official apprentice and left Korriban to bigger and better places.”

► Have you ever got kicked out? ➔ He thinks. “No, I don’t believe I have.”

► Do you secretly hate one of your friends?➔ “A wise woman once told me to keep my friends close, and enemies closer.”

► Do you consider all your friends good friends? ➔ “Mn, not all.”

► Who is your best friend? ➔ “Oh, how I despise favoritism,” he waves a hand dismissively, tossing a smirk to his apprentice. “I cannot say that I have a single best friend. But I’ve grown close with some of my crewmates, and I’d certainly trust them with my life.”

► Who knows everything about you? ➔ “Such information would be unwise to include in a public magazine, I’m afraid. For their own sake, I must refuse to answer.”

Altrethir heaved a small sigh. From the looks of it, they wrote down everything correctly. “Frankly, I’m surprised they didn’t ask more personal questions.”

“Those seemed pretty personal to me,” Andronikos said with a light shrug. “Surprised you even answered some of those. So, Sith. Who is your best friend?”

Altrethir tossed him an amused grin, “You clearly read the interview. I’ve multiple. And, yes, you are certainly one.”

“Good. Would’ve been kind of offended if I wasn’t,” he mirrors the Twi’lek’s smirk and pushes himself from the desk, leaving the magazine with Altrethir. The Sith turned the next page and- saw an advertisement for Korriban, with Harkun’s face on it. He sneered and abruptly shut it. Why hasn’t he killed that man?

[dragonheart-swtor]

OC Interview - Zashiil

I was tagged by @darth-bagel​, thank you! I’ll tag @sleepswithvillains​, @sunsetofdoom​, and anyone else who wants to take a stab at this one!

I realized I can just roll a d8 and generate one of my characters, so I random-rolled Zashiil for this. Set at some point during KOTFE.

► Name? ➔  “Zashiil.”

► Are you single? ➔ She arches an eyebrow. “I’m... a Jedi. So yes. If I’d wanted someone to ask that, I would have gone to Tharan.”

► Are you happy? ➔ “Not with the direction these questions are going.”

► Are you angry? ➔ She pauses, eyeing the interviewer. “...Not yet.”

► Are your parents still married? ➔ “You’re very bad at easing into personal questions, aren’t you.” It is not a question.

NINE FACTS

► Birth place ➔ She hesitates. “I’m... not actually sure. Some backwater in Hutt space. I don’t remember its name.”

► Hair color ➔ Dark brown.

► Eye color ➔ Gold.

► Birthday ➔ [the author chooses to redact this because it’s rapidly sending them down a rabbithole of Star Wars calendars that they do Not want to go down right now jsdfkjsdlfkjsd]

► Mood ➔ “Mildly irritated with the insistence on inane questions thus far.”

► Gender ➔ “Cis woman, she/her.”

► Summer or winter? ➔ “I’ll take summer over winter, thanks. I grew up on pretty hot planets, and if I ever have to go back to Hoth again I’m blowing the planet up starship graveyard or no.”

► Morning or afternoon? ➔ “Afternoon. If I’m lucky, I’ll have the later part of it off to actually relax sometimes.”

EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE – “What love life?”

► Are you in love? ➔ She looks wearily into the camera. “I’m a Jedi. So, no.”

► Do you believe in love at first sight? ➔ She scoffs. “Only in holonovels. People don’t work like that.”

► Who ended your last relationship? ➔ “The closest thing I’ve had to a “relationship” was an ill-advised kiss with a boy behind the wall around the training fields at the Jedi Temple.” She wrinkles her nose at the memory. “It was not worthwhile.”

► Have you ever broken someone’s heart? ➔ “I almost broke Tharan’s hand once, does that count?”

► Are you afraid of commitments? ➔ Silence for a long moment. She sighs. “I push people away because I’m afraid of being hurt or rejected by someone I trust. Personally, I don’t see a problem with that. I’m not supposed to get attached to people anyway.”

► Have you hugged someone within last week? ➔ She grumbles under her breath, “Garen is going through a lot right now. She needs the support.”

► Have you ever had a secret admirer? ➔ She pauses, as if she’s never thought to ask herself that, then smiles dryly. “Wouldn’t be very secret if I knew, would they?”

► Have you ever broken your own heart? ➔ “N-” She breaks off halfway through saying ‘no,’ hesitating. “...Depends who you blame, I guess.”

SIX CHOICES

► Love or lust? ➔ “For the last time. Jedi.”

► Lemonade or ice-tea? ➔ “Lemonade.”

► Cats or dogs? ➔ “Cats, please. Dogs are too high-maintenance.” She gets a longing look on her face for a moment. “I always wanted a tooka cat, but I didn’t want one on the ship. Suppose the same rule about putting animals in danger applies to the Alliance base right now, too.”

► A few best friends or many regular friends? ➔ “A few close friends, I guess. Very few.”

► Wild night out or romantic night in? ➔ “How many romance questions do you -” She cuts herself off with a sigh. “Night in. I’m not really the party type.”

► Day or night? ➔ “Day is good.” She lets a mischievous smirk creep onto her face. “Nights are only fun because Zabraks have better night vision than Humans, and... well, if I just happen to walk quietly and people get startled because they didn’t expect me to be there, that’s not my fault, is it?”

FIVE HAVE YOU EVERS

► Been caught sneaking out? ➔ “Yep. Once.” She grimaces. “Let’s just say I didn’t do it again.”

► Fallen down/up the stairs? ➔ “Somehow I’ve managed to avoid that tragedy.”

► Wanted something/someone so badly it hurt? ➔ Her smile fades. “...Yes. But there’s nothing I can do about it now. We’ve... we’ve both made our choices.”

► Wanted to disappear? ➔ “Well, the one time I did disappear for a few years, the galaxy went to hell, so that’s apparently not in anyone’s best interest. Can’t leave these damn bureaucrats alone for five minutes.”

FOUR PREFERENCES

► Smile or eyes? ➔ “...Smile.” She says it grudgingly, apparently having given up on the Jedi routine.

► Shorter or taller? ➔ “Pretty unusual to find someone taller than me.”

► Intelligence or attraction? ➔ “I don’t - honestly know. I’m not looking for anyone, does it matter?”

► Hook-up or relationship? ➔ “No.”

FAMILY

► Do you and your family get along? ➔ “It’s... most of them aren’t around anymore. My sister...” She grimaces. “Not really.”

► Would you say you have a ‘messed up life’? ➔ She laughs bitterly. “Yeah. You could say that. It’s gotten better, and then worse, and then better again, and then worse again. Hopefully the pattern continues and we’re on the upswing again.”

► Have you ever ran away from home? ➔ “Not... really? I didn’t have a home until the Jedi, really, and after that I was too grateful to them to run.”

► Have you ever got kicked out? ➔ “No. Although I think Master Nivan tried when I was a padawan. Something about salamanders in his bed, which I’m sure I know nothing about and which I’m even more sure had nothing at all to do with how horribly boring his lectures on Jedi history were.”

FRIENDS

► Do you secretly hate one of your friends?➔ She leans around the corner to glare at Tharan. “It’s not a secret.”

► Do you consider all your friends good friends? ➔ “Good as in “close”? No. Good as in “10/10 would friend again”? I wouldn’t be friends with them otherwise.”

► Who is your best friend? ➔ She smiles dryly. “I think Garen considers herself everyone’s best friend.”

► Who knows everything about you? ➔ “Anyone who knows anything about me knows they don’t know everything. Remember the whole therapist speech about how I push people away? Yeah.”

[lovemesomesurveys]

“Like ships in the night, you keep passing me by”

Do you own a black leather jacket? A pleather one, yes. Something badass about wearing one haha.

Do you find musicians or athletes more attractive? I’ve been attracted to more musicians, but that’s cause I’m more familiar with them. I don’t see a lot of athletes as someone who doesn’t watch or care at all about sports. Although, guys in baseball uniforms are nice. haha. Oh, back when I was like 13 or 14 I remember thinking Andy Roddick, a tennis player, was hot. I saw his photo in a magazine. Are you better at spelling or writing? I think both. How many siblings do you have? Two. If you could have an ice cream sundae right now, would you? No.

Do you use emoji's? Yeah. I don’t go crazy, but I like to use them as I see fit. When was the last time you lost a tooth? I broke a tooth like 10 years ago and had to get it pulled. You ask this question like it’s the norm to loose a tooth when I’m pretty sure the people who take surveys are past the ages where you lose your teeth.  Do you like bendy or regular straws better? I like to use coffee stirrer straws cause the holes are small. If someone signed you up for karate lessons, would you take them? Uh, no. What's your favorite song? I have numerous favorite songs.

Click shuffle on any music device. What's the 12th song that comes up? Nah. What's your most used website? Tumblr and YouTube. Do you come on this website as much as you used to when you first found it? Not as much, no. I used to spend like all day on Tumblr back in the day. Now I typically just get on at night as part of my nighttime routine of Tumblr and surveys. That’s also when I watch the most YouTube cause I like to listen to ASMR at night. I feel like I probably go on YouTube more now than before or perhaps it’s about the same. Do you drink hot tea? Once in awhile. It’s usually when I’m feeling really anxious or really sick.

“& it’s too cold outside for angels to fly”

Is there anyone you want to see in concert really bad? I’m sad I never got to see Linkin Park. I don’t know if they’ll decide tour now, but it wouldn’t be the same without Chester. :( Do you like Abercombie? Nah. Do you still take a survey even if they don't capitalize letters? Yeah. Does your computer have word correct on it? It’ll do the red squiggly line if something is misspelled or it doesn’t recognize the word and if I hit control and click on the word it’ll offer a suggestion if it’s a recognized word. What's one of your wishes for 2013? Well, we’re towards the end of 2020 now and I just pray we’re able to get through the rest of the year without anything else crazy coming at us. Do you fight with your mom often? No, my mom is my best friend she and I very close. We just bicker sometimes. Would you rather have your son have the name Daniel as first or middle name? Sounds more like a first name to me, but meh I don’t really care for the name at all. I don’t even want to have children so it doesn’t matter lol but if I did I’d go with another name. Have you ever made up a food combo & everyone tired it & loved it? Pizza rolls and mustard. What was the last movie you watched? Would you recomend it to people? Bringing Down the House the other day cause I happened to catch it on TV. It came out in like 2003 so it’s not new, but I’ve always liked it. I think it’s funny. What is one word you cannot seem to spell? Every time this question comes up I always say “onomatopoeia” for some reason and damnit I have yet to spell it right without having to look it up. I don’t know what it is about that stupid word that I just can’t seem to remember lol. It’s a word I never use unless this question comes up, so I guess maybe that’s why, but still. I should be able to spell it. Were you born on an odd or even number? Even. Do you like Ed Sheeran? I like several of his songs. When you type, what hand & finger do you use to hit the space bar? I use my right index finger. I don’t type the proper way, I use my index fingers lol. I type really fast that way, too. Do you like to take pictures of you in the mirror? Only if I want to show the shirt or outfit I’m wearing.

“you are the best thing that’s ever been mine”

Have you read the book Lord of the Flies? Yeah, it was required in my 10th grade English class. Would you rather type or hand write notes? My handwriting is trash, but I feel like handwritten notes are nice. Do you like the number seven? I don’t have anything against it. Do you believe that when you go to heaven, you become an angel? No. I believe in angels, but not that we become one. Angels are another of God’s creations. They’re ministering spirits. They’re their own thing and humans are another. How much money do you plan on spending tomorrow? I don’t plan on spending any money tomorrow. Are you good at writing poems? No. I dabbled a bit with it when I was like 16 and angsty, but they’re so cringe. I still have the journal stored away with them and I’ve gone back to read them as an adult and yikes. Do you come on here daily? For the most part, unless I’m really not feeling well. What's one thing you wish you were perfect at? No one is perfect, but it’d be nice to be a functioning adult.  Can you play the saxophone? Nope. Does it bother you when people breathe loud? I will say I feel uncomfortable when someone has a breathing problem because it makes me hyper focused on my own breathing and I end up feeling like I can’t breathe.  Are you going to any concerts in 2013? Can you believe it's going to be 2013? I didn’t. The last concert I went to was back in 2009. Were you in love with the movie Mary Poppins? Not in love with it, but I like it. Do you like breadsticks? Yes. Have you ever been on a mountain? Yeah, I took a gondola ride up to one. If you had to get rid of one of your sense, which one and why? I’d really rather not.

“the first cut is the deepest”

Can you swim? Nope. Do you usually wear shorts around your house all year long? No, I wear leggings all year long. Do you remember Sesame Street? Of course. It’s also still very much a thing. Do you believe every word that comes out of peoples mouths? Of course not. You have to take some things with a grain of salt or healthy dose of skepticism. You gotta gauge what is being said and who is saying it, too, and make the judgment. That doesn’t mean I don’t trust my loved ones or that I think everyone is a liar or something, but people can give misinformation unknowingly, so it’s not always being done intentionally. It’s just not a good idea to believe every single word that comes out of people’s mouths. Do you like the questions that really make you think? Depends on my mood.  What are you asking for for Christmas? Just a few little things. What time do you plan on going to bed on Tuesday? I don’t have a set bedtime for any given day, I go to bed whenever.  I’ve talked a lot about my messed up sleep schedule in surveys. It’s certainly not planned. How many of your friends are online right now on here? I have no idea who’s currently on. I’m kind of the night owl of the survey community who’s up doing surveys while everyone is asleep like normal people. When they’re getting up in the morning, I’m going to bed, ha. :X Do you know what Je means in French? I do, actually. How often do you write in red pen? I don’t recall the last time I used a red pen. Do you cut your own hair? No. I used to trim my own bangs back when I had ‘em, though. Do you have any pictures in your room from concerts? No. Would you ever name your son Harry? Again, I don’t want to have children, but Harry is another name I don’t particularly care for. Have you ever had your nails done in french tips? Yeah, the one and only time I got my nails done, which was for my 8th grade promotion. Is it harder for you to type on a keyboard that isn't yours & not used to? Yes, for sure. I also don’t type as fast on my phone than I do on my laptop. 

“I wish I was a little bit taller, I wish I was a baller”

What shoe do you take off first? Hm. I think my right. What do you think a good teen couple name would be for a story? Uh I don’t know? If you were coming to the states from another country, where first? I’m from the states. Would you pay $82 for facial products? No. Do you get a lot of compliments often? Nope. It’s rare. Was Mean Girls one of the best movies in your opinion? I wouldn’t say it was the best movie, but it’s a favorite of mine. It’s just a classic, ya know? One of those nostalgic movies with a lot of memorable quotes.  If it was Sat, 2 in the afternoon, what would we find you to be doing? I’d most likely be asleep. Do any of your best friends have red hair? No. Would you like to be on the cover of Seventeen magazine? No. Or any magazine. Would you rather go to an Adele or Bruno Mars concert? I mean, I like songs from both so I wouldn’t be opposed to either one. Would you like to live in Sweden? No, but I’d love to visit. Are you concerned about your weight? Yes. I’m too underweight.   Do you know anyone who has the middle name Sebastian? I don’t think so. Do you remember where you got your first kiss at? Of course. Did you ever watch the show 8 Simple Rules? I watched it here and there cause it was part of the TGIF lineup that had other shows I liked.

“I hope you’re in the mood, because this is going to be a long ride”

Does your computer need to be cleaned? Underneath the keys badly need to be cleaned. Would you ever name your child Sushine, Raine, River etc? I kinda like Raine. Is it any of your friend's birthday today? No friends.  When is the person you like birthday? I don’t like anyone in the romantic sense. Do you like yogurt? Nah. When you type, do you ever mix letters around by accident? (EX: ot - to) Yes. Do you like butterflies? No. I’m afraid of ALL bugs/insects, even the ones people think are cute like butterflies and ladybugs. Nopeee. Do you consider the tomato a fruit or vegetable? Tomatoes apparently can be referred to as either one. I always thought they were a vegetable.  Does it rain over where you live? Yes. It hasn’t rained since like March or April, though. We Californians get excited when it rains cause it doesn’t happen often lol. I hope we get some soon. It’s been cold now at least, which I love. Is there any snow on the ground? It doesn’t snow in my city. :( Do you like soup? I only like ramen. When's the last time you made cupcakes? It’s been a few years. How many lamps are in the room your currently in? My lights are off. Have you talked the person you like today? Have you ever been bullied? No.

[symbioteburnout]

MEET THE MUSE

► Name ➔   “Andrea Benton, I prefer to be called ‘Andi’.” 

► Are you single ➔ “Depends.” (verse dependent) 

► Are you happy ➔  “I’ve forgotten what that feels like.” 

► Are you angry? ➔  “It’s my default mood lately.” 

► Are your parents still married ➔ “Mom bailed, and Dad’s dead. So, no.”

NINE FACTS 

► Birth Place ➔ “Philadelphia, in the back of a Chevy.” 

► Hair Color ➔  “Dark Brown, but I usually dye it purple.” 

► Eye Color ➔ “Blue” 

► Birthday ➔ “October 27th.” 

► Mood ➔ “Neutral, it’s morning, still haven’t had my third coffee.” 

► Gender ➔ “Female.” 

► Summer or winter ➔ “One’s too hot, the other’s too cold, I prefer Autumn.” 

► Morning or afternoon ➔ “Afternoon.”

EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE 

► Are you in love ➔ “Couldn’t tell ya.” 

► Do you believe in love at first sight ➔ “Depends.” 

► Who ended your last relationship ➔ “A creep in a trenchcoat.” 

► Have you ever broken someone’s heart ➔  “Yeah...” 

► Are you afraid of commitments ➔ “There is one I wish I could break...” Looks at her Hellmark. 

► Have you hugged someone within the last week? ➔  “Yeah...” 

► Have you ever had a secret admirer ➔ “Nope, not pretty enough I guess.” 

► Have you ever broken your own heart? ➔ “Maybe...” 

 SIX CHOICES 

► Love or lust ➔ “Both can work.” 

► Lemonade or iced tea ➔ “Iced Tea.” 

► Cats or Dogs ➔ “I would have liked either growing up.” 

► A few best friends or many regular friends ➔ “I’d need friends first.” 

► Wild night out or romantic night in ➔ “Both sound nice.” 

► Day or night ➔ “Night, always night.”

FIVE HAVE YOU EVERS 

► Been caught sneaking out ➔  “Dad caught me once.” 

► Fallen down/up the stairs ➔ “Who hasn’t?” 

► Wanted something/someone so badly it hurt? ➔ “...yes...” 

► Wanted to disappear ➔ “More than you know..”

FOUR PREFERENCES 

► Smile or eyes ➔ “Eyes” 

► Shorter or Taller ➔ “Both can work, but I would like someone closer to my size...” 

► Intelligence or Attraction ➔  “Both” 

► Hook-up or Relationship ➔ “If a relationship isn’t in the cards, I’ll take a hook-up.”

FAMILY 

► Do you and your family get along ➔ “They’re dead.” 

► Would you say you have a “messed up life” ➔ “That doesn’t even begin to describe it.” 

► Have you ever ran away from home ➔ “No.” 

► Have you ever gotten kicked out ➔ “No.”

FRIENDS 

► Do you secretly hate one of your friends ➔ “I’d actually need friends for that.” 

► Do you consider all of your friend’s good friends ➔ “Read the above answer.” 

► Who is your best friend ➔ “...” 

► Who knows everything about you ➔ “My symbiote... Coach too, I guess.”

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MEET  THE  MUSE

► Name ➔  “Joanna Carpenter” ► Are you single ➔ “Yeah.”  (RP and verse dependent, but in general, she is)  ► Are you happy ➔  “Sometimes.” ► Are you angry? ➔   “I got my moments.” ► Are your parents still married ➔ “My parents never got married.”

NINE FACTS

► Birth Place ➔ “Lafayette, Louisiana.”  ► Hair Color ➔ “Red. Come on, it’s right in front of you.  It’s pointed out to me, frequently.  I heard enough ginger jokes to last a lifetime.” ► Eye Color ➔ “Light, almost grayish blue.” ► Birthday ➔ “July 17, 1985.”  ► Mood ➔ “I’m okay right now.”

► Gender ➔ “Female...do I not look like a girl?” ► Summer or winter ➔ “Winter.  Louisiana summers are rough.  Especially when you’re a, you know, a ginger.  Even if I ain’t as pale-skinned as a lot of redheads.” ► Morning or afternoon ➔ “Afternoon.”

EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE ► Are you in love ➔ “No...does that sound bad?” ► Do you believe in love at first sight ➔ “No.  I’m not that much of a romantic.” ► Who ended your last relationship ➔ “My last real one?  I probably did by getting mad and driving him off.” ► Have you ever broken someone’s heart ➔ “I been told I have.” ► Are you afraid of commitments ➔ “Wary, maybe, but not afraid.” ► Have you hugged someone within the last week? ➔ “Sure.” ► Have you ever had a secret admirer ➔ “I got a couple of Valentine’s in high school from one.  Never did find out who it was.” ► Have you ever broken your own heart? ➔ “Yes.”

SIX CHOICES ► Love or lust ➔ “How about love first, with some lust involved?” ► Lemonade or iced tea ➔ “Ooh...I like lemonade, but nothing beats iced tea on a hot day.” ► Cats or Dogs ➔ “Both!” ► A few best friends or many regular friends ➔ “I like having a lot of acquaintances, but I need a few close friends.” ► Wild night out or romantic night in ➔ “I like a good night out, as many drunken nights and a few run-ins with the cops will tell.  But I’ll go for a romantic night in sometimes.” ► Day or night ➔ “I’m a night owl kind of girl.”

FIVE HAVE YOU EVERS ► Been caught sneaking out ➔ “Yeah, a couple of times.”

► Fallen down/up the stairs ➔ “I slipped and bounced down some stairs once.  Hurt my pride more than my ass.” ► Wanted something/someone so badly it hurt? ➔ “Yeah...” ► Wanted to disappear ➔ “A few times.”

FOUR PREFERENCES ► Smile or eyes ➔ “A guy with a good smile gets me every time.” ► Shorter or Taller ➔ “Taller.  Don’t most women want taller men?  But I’m 5′3″, he’ll be tiny if he’s shorter than me.” ► Intelligence or Attraction ➔ “Can I have both?  I got to have a physical attraction, but he’s also got to have some kind of intelligence.  I don’t want no dumbass guy.  He don’t have to be a genius, just have some common sense.”

► Hook-up or Relationship ➔ “I’ve done hookups, but I’d really like a deep relationship.”

FAMILY ► Do you and your family get along ➔ “Except for my sister, grandmother, and maybe a couple of others, not really.  They tolerate me, mostly, but there ain’t a doubt they aren’t happy with me.” ► Would you say you have a “messed up life” ➔ “Yes...I can’t lie.” ► Have you ever ran away from home ➔ “Thought about it, but never did.”  ► Have you ever gotten kicked out ➔ “Mama threatened it once.  I don’t think she’d have ever done it before I turned 18, at least.  She might’ve if I hadn’t already moved on out.”

FRIENDS ► Do you secretly hate one of your friends ➔ “No, they wouldn’t be my friend then.” ► Do you consider all of your friend’s good friends ➔ “I suppose.  If I know them good.  Some I don’t know so good.” ► Who is your best friend ➔   ► Who knows everything about you ➔ “Katherine, my sister...well, half-sister...knows a lot about me.  I told her things I probably shouldn’t.  But even she don’t know everything.  I don’t think anyone does.”

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