#idc for your green light arm ok

[orthgodlove]

artists are still allergic to drawing the inquisitor without their hand after 9 years great job guys

[almondamaretto]

sunday

matt sturniolo x reader

summary: a rainy sunday afternoon is perfect for two things: getting high, and making out with hot people.

warnings: weed, kissing

a/n: i lowk hate this but idc!

not proof read.

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she stirred as the familiar vibration of a phone call interrupted her deep slumber, slinging her arm around in search of the agitating device. without lifting her head, her fingertips fell upon the cool, glossy screen of her phone. 

she opened her eyes just to squint them closed at the bright phone screen, the caller id reading off "matty b." 

pressing the bright green button, she pulled the phone up to her ear and slung her arm over her eyes, blocking any light from seeping in. 

"hey matt." she answered in a groggy voice that nearly resembled that of a whine. he always loved the way she sounded in the morning. or all the time really. 

she could hear the distant sounds of wheels driving on wet pavement and cars passing. that along with the poor bluetooth connection through is car told her he was driving. 

"hey doll, i'm on my way to your house right now, that ok? nick and chris are being annoying." 

slightly more awake now, she could hear the sleepiness in his voice, as if he too had just woken up. she pulled the phone from her ear to check the time. 12:32pm 

"say, it’s a bit early for you, isn't it?" she asked in a teasing manner, suppressing a yawn. she could now hear the faint sound of rain against her window. 

matt snorted in amusement, "yeah, the two idiots woke me up screaming at each other." 

"that's alright, I'll go unlock my door. see ya soon?" 

"i'm 5 minutes away." 

"be safe, bye matt." 

"bye, doll." 

doll. 

matt had used the nickname throughout their entire relationship. 

still, it never failed to bring heat to her face, her neck--all over. 

she remained in bed for a few moments, letting herself fully wake up before tossing her heavy comforter off. 

she shivered at the chilly air suddenly caressing her exposed skin, standing up and stretching her arms high into the air, inhaling deeply. 

she slipped a pair of socks on as a barrier between her feet and the cold floor, slipping out of her cozy room into the main section of her apartment. 

the cool, metallic texture of her lock was a stark contrast to her warm hands as she turned it, peeking out from behind her curtain to see what was happening outside. 

she waltzed over to her turntable, flicking it on and letting the record already on the platter play.  

as she walked over to her kitchen, the familiar crackling sounded throughout the apartment, followed by the reggae notes of bob marley's "three little birds." 

the sound of lucky charms cereal clinking against a ceramic bowl masked the noise of her door opening and shutting. so, when a slightly damp matt saw her swaying slightly to the music, he couldn't help himself. 

he snuck up behind her, wrapped his hands around her front, just under her loose baby tee, and lifted her up. "boo!" 

she yelled out in fear, until she recognized the voice of the man he startled her. "matthew!" she scolded in an angry tone. 

matt sat her back down gently, and dropped his head in fake guilt, failing to mask his sly smirk. "sorry, i couldn't pass up an opportunity like that." 

"first of all, fuck you. second of all, 'boo' is crazy." she responded through her laugh and turned to finish her much-needed bowl of sugary cereal. 

matt reached up beside her for a bowl--one from a different set--as a way to ask her for cereal. she filled both up with cereal and milk without a word. 

"i'm too cold for this shit." she mumbled under her breath and padded back into her welcoming bedroom. 

the sky outside was dark, so she turned on her array of string lights and lit a cinnamon scented candle, joining matt who had already climbed into her warm, plush bed. 

"i fucking love this bed." matt groaned out int pleasure, sprawling his limbs out as much as he could without risking spilling milk. 

she took a spoonful of cereal into her mouth and grabbed her tv remote, powering it on. "what do you wanna watch?" 

"gravity falls." he spoke from behind a mouth full of food. 

then, the two just sat in comfortable silence. bob marley playing lowly in the background, the television turned up just loud enough to hear it, wrapped in the comfort of her sheets. 

cereal bowls placed on her nightstand with care, the two cuddled into each other, legs tangled as she hugged his torso, head laying on his chest. 

they both recognized the palpable tension that followed them everywhere. they both knew there was something there. something unspoken. 

but that it what it remained--unspoken. neither took any action, too afraid of the outcome. 

matt glanced down at her, watching her eyelashes bat as she blinked, focused intently on the screen. however, as if she could tell, she lifted her head and looked into his eyes. 

panicking, he looked back at the tv screen, urging himself to breathe normally. 

she stood up, a faint smirk painted on her beautiful face. "i have a great idea!" she said proudly, spinning to unlock one of her many windows to open it slightly. 

matt watched her intently as she bent over to look in the drawers of her nightstand, pulling out the essentials for a joint. "there's a reason we get along so well." he responded happily. 

she took mock offense. "what, its not my winning personality?"

"i guess that too."

"i'm gonna go flip the record, will you please roll it?" she asked with big pleading eyes, grinning widely when he nodded his head. 

upon her return, she saw him focused intently on creating the perfectly rolled joint. chewing on her lower lip, she watched as he rolled it tightly between his fingers, stinging his tongue out of his mouth to seal it shut. 

once finished, he held up the small object with a proud smile on his face. she giddily climbed back into the bed, placing the filter end between her lips, and lighting the end. 

she inhaled deeply, ignoring the burning in her throat, and passed it over to matt. 

exhaling, she once again snuggled into his side, craving his warmth. 

they passed the drug back and forth, enjoying the intoxicating feeling swarming their brains. her eyes had dropped down and turned red, and her need to be close to matt grew even stronger. 

at this point she had tuned gravity falls out, instead taking interest in the way the smoke lifted and swirled throughout her room, taking on the color of the few and far between sun rays that filtered through the rainclouds.

the sound of the rain falling against her balcony outside was comforting, nearly as much as matt pressed up against her, his heart beating steadily against her head.

passing it back once more to matt, she looked deeply into his eyes, refusing to look away, other than a quick few glances at his pink lips. she took her own in between her teeth. 

matt took a large hit, thankful for the drug's confidence boost, and brought his free hand up to her face. 

warily, he inched closer to her, pulling her closer with his hand. 

their lips were inches apart when he used his thumb to part them gently, tilting his head and blowing the vapor into her willing lungs. 

her hand snaked up to the back of his neck where she gripped the short hairs, and she exhaled the smoke. 

they paused for a moment, and in a quick decision she grabbed the thoroughly smoked roach, turned to snuff it out in her bedside ash tray, and turned back around to smash her lips against matt's. 

she was filled with the warmth she so desperately craved and needed. she straddled his lap and wrapped her arms around the back of his neck, shuttering as he traced up and down her sides and back with his. 

the music playing from the other room was forgotten about along with the cartoon show on the tv. all of their thoughts were consumed by each other. 

slipping his tongue into her mouth, he tilted his head and brought a slender hand up to push her even closer to him, if it was possible. 

they fought over dominance of the kiss, exploring each other's mouths with need, short, breathless whines falling from their throats. 

without hesitation, matt flipped them over completely, so he was laying his weight on top of her.  

Small hands caressed his face and gently tugged on his hair, wet noises making both faces heat up in embarrassment. 

finally, they pulled away to catch their breath, chests heaving and pressing against one another with each intake of breath. both were left speechless, gazing into each other's eyes with starstruck looks of awe and affection. 

it wasn't long before matt leaned back in, this time acting with double the desire, twice the passion as before. 

they made out for what seemed like hours--it probably was--rolling around in her warm bed, impossibly tangling themselves in her cream-colored bedsheets. 

the only breaks they took were to breathe and for short, affectionate conversations which always led back to them shoving their tongues down each other's throats. 

they pulled apart again, still breathing heavily. 

"matt, y'know... i've-i've never liked someone the way i like you.” 

he smiled against her lips, placing a few more longing kisses on them. 

tucking hair behind her ear and holding both sides of her face, he stared intensely into her eyes. 

“i am in love with you, doll.” he confessed truthfully. 

she beamed with joy, her sheepish reaction telling him she felt exactly the same way. 

“even when you have really messy hair and a little bit of dribble on your chin.” he teased and wiped her pointy chin with his slender thumb.

she rolled her droopy eyes and shook her head, her giddy smile never leaving her red, swollen lips “just shut up and kiss me, idiot.” 

[christinarowie332]

i win.

part 2 of : “i’d be an idiot if i said no to that”

matt sturniolo x reader

warnings : vv suggestive ! drugs , swearing .

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matt and y/n spend some quality time with his brothers . who would break first ?

(this is kinda slow so hear me out)

green text : imessage

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my phone lights up vibrating from underneath my pillow . i peel my eyes away from “the vampire diaries” playing from my tv and notice the time displayed on my phone. 12:36am . jesus christ .

my eyes scan my notifications as my face id opens my phone . instagram, my group chat “whores.” (56). oops . snapchat , pinterest… oh ?

matt🤭: u up ?

(AHSHHSHDWHHENEHHEHSH)

my body shoots up from where i was lay . i frantically tuck my hair behind my ears with my free hand not holding my phone . i open the message , thumbs hovering over the keyboard ready to type before i hesitate. realising i have no idea what to say .

me: yeah i’m up ! what’s up ?

i type . then delete it .

me: hiyaaaa , yeah i’m up wanna do something??? x

nope

me: yeah i’m up . whyyy wanna hang??

good enough idc

i press send with shaking fingers , allmost immediately he replies back .

matt 🤭: you know me so well , i’ll come pick u up .

me: no bother , i’ll come over . send me ur loc

matt 🤭: i’m at mine with chris and nick , we can all hang if u want?

*matt 🤭 shared his location with you*

me: oki! shall i bring anything??

matt 🤭: just yourself and whatever u need in the morning

me: i’m staying ??😏😏😏😏

matt 🤭: 😏😏😏😏

me: OMW!!!!!

matt 🤭: LMAO OK

i smile at the message and take a screenshot immediately sending it to my groupchat giggling , throwing to the middle of my bed and getting up .

after a few touch ups to my makeup i’ve left to marinate on my face a little bit too long .i change outfit into a pair of baggy light blue jeans , that fall on my hips , uggs and a tight fitted white baby tee . i throw on a hoodie that matches my uggs before realizing it’s literally boiling and ripping it off .i grab my phone and my bag , filling it with the essentials and start to exit my house .

in what feels like 30 seconds i’m pulling into what should be matt’s house . i turn my car off and look at my self in the mirror , obsessing over every little detail until deciding i look good enough .

me: i’m here !!

me: hello ??

me: matt are u home ??

after five minutes of waiting outside the door i decide to just knock it . my heart literally racing enough to hear it in my ears . after a few seconds of waiting i hear the door unlock and the handle go down .

his face drops at the sight of me and turns his head away but not taking his eyes off me , his blonde hair falling against his eyes before he swipes it away .

“MATT ??CHRIS???”

he smiles kindly and i return it . awkward .

after a few excruciatingly painful seconds i see a familiar face poke around the corner, his long and messy hair tucked into a backwards hat . it takes him a second to realize it’s me and his face lights up as he walks towards the door .

“y/n ? yo what are u doing here ? nick bro what are u doing??” he furrows his eyebrows at his brother before opening his arms towards me .

“nice to see you too chris” i roll my eyes and meet his hug .

“OH SHIT MB YOUR y/n ?!?! COME IN FUCK SORRY!!” nick rambles out grabbing me around my back and pulling me in the house .

i take the sight on his house in , the shoes shoved thrown into the corner near the stairs. it smells like autumn, a warm candle burning somewhere. i can hear music coming from what must be the room above . smiling at the familiar beat of mac miller .

“where’s matt? SORRY !!nice to meet you nick!!” i say while smiling , and turning to nick realising i haven’t even greeted the first brother

he laughs and goes to speak before we all turn around and the sight of matt speeding around the corner and skidding to a stop .

“SORRY IVE ONLY JUST SAW YOUR TEXTS” he defends himself before i can even mention it . i smile kindly and relax my shoulders at the sight of him . his hair has been cut , brunette falling onto his forehead in loose curls. the phone he had in his hand tucked in his oversized sweats .lifting his top slightly to find the pocket , showing the band of his boxers for a split second .

“you’re fine , don’t worry” i say , before letting out a breath i didn’t even know i was holding .

matt keeps the eye contact smiling slightly before turning his head towards his brothers and looking at them . “do y’all wanna smoke up?”

“allways” chris replies for both of them before leading us all to their small balcony .

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it’s 2 am now , we all shared a joint around their table . chris let matt play his playlist (for once apparently) and we’re now all sat talking .

i’m sat on a bench with matt shoulder to shoulder , a blanket covering us both as the temperature dropped and we were all shivering by the time the joint was smoked .

“i don’t get it nick !! women are just confusing man…..” chris whines out , he has been talking about his girlfriend mia all night and and to be honest i stopped listening ten minutes ago . “no offense y/n/n” he says now looking at me .

i peel my eyes away from matt’s hand on my knee and meet his eyes “all good man i get it…” i don’t get it . i was completely zoned into matt’s hands , and how close he was to me that i wasn’t listening to a word chris was saying .

matt notices and puts his hands under the blanket , pulling it up to his shoulders .

“u wanna go inside matt???” i ask in concern , thinking he was cold .

“no i just got a chill , i’m fine” he says looking at me now with a tight lipped smile .

i mirror his smile and look away at chris who was waiting for us to shut up so he could carry on his rambling. he starts speaking and i keep eye contact with him , now fully listening to his words.

“as i was saying …. i just don’t get it ? taylor swift is mid as fuck , i tell mia that and she literally looks at me like i just murdered a litter of puppies , SHE HATES MY MUSIC TASTE??? i literally tried-“

and just like that i am now no longer listening to chris , as i feel matt’s hand on my knee again underneath the blanket . he strokes it slightly with his thumb and runs it up my thigh , covering it with goosebumps following his touch .

my breath hitches as he takes his hand higher , to rest on my upper thigh. leaving it there and warming it with his touch.

i glance up at him in warning but all i see is him looking straight forward at chris , smirking. little shit .

he must see my face flush in the corner of his eye because he moves his hand ever so slightly higher , his index and middle finger hovering over the seam of my jeans .

my hips move forward slightly and the touch and i gulp loudly , nodding my head at nick who’s now started speaking to me .

“what music do you listen to y/n . if u say some goofy shit like the imagine dragons i may have to throw you off this balcony” he asks me while laughing at himself .

matt apparently thinks it would be absolutely hilarious to start teasing me underneath the blanket , moving his fingers up and down the seam .

“i-um” i clear my throat trying to stay collected “i like all music really …. mac miller …” matt stops moving .

i turn my head towards him to see him smiling at me and nodding for me to carry on .

“ugh let me think” i drag my words as i move my hand on his inner thigh now i feel him flinch at the touch and go to move his hand off my thigh to stop me but i flash my head towards him and raise my eyebrow in warning .

my turn .

i mirror his actions before and take my hand higher . “i like anything really ….. mac ..torylanez…” i move my hand . he shifts .

“skies ….travis….hotel ugly….” i move my hand again over his sweats . he shifts and let’s put a huff of air .

“brent faiyaz…..dominic fike”

i move my hand again and he lets out a soft allmost silent noise . a whimper , only i hear it and i smirk .

“i like anything” i look at matt now , giving him an innocent look and shrugging my shoulders.

i remove my hand as i could feel him slowly becoming harder . and place my hand on his lower thigh , griping hard . saying exactly what i needed to.

“that’s fire as fuck…what’s ur fave skies song?” i hear chris say and i turn my head towards him .

i smirk knowing i won before continuing my conversation with chris , feeling matt sink into his seat more and putting his arm around me . manspreading and putting his palm over his crotch.

i win .

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i am a vile and wretched woman .

LOVE YA !!!!

@mangosrar @sturnphilia @littlebookworm803 @lividnity @def-livv @daddyslilchickenfingers @sssturniolofart @soursturniolo @deatthmatch @biimpanicking @bluesturniolo333 @urmyslxt

^^^^

i love u all 🤍🤍🤍

[red-doll-face]

Snow Angel 8

Chapter 8: malicious Series Masterlist

low - medium honor Arthur Morgan x fem. Reader

Arthur has been living by himself, laying low (for real this time) somewhere in the Pacific Northwest. After the whole Pinkerton and Micah debacle, he has been hiding away, waiting for it all to blow over, occasionally getting letters from the people who still know that he’s alive. He’s been alone awhile and at first, he thought he could handle a little loneliness. He has been wrong before. Lucky for him, you look like the perfect thing to break up the monotony.

Warnings: dubious consent, low honor Arthur, darkish fic, a bit of naive reader. Reader has dated and period typical ideals, not very good ideas about men and marriage… if you want reader to be strong and a fighter… this is not for you sorry, I dont think i have anything to explicit here... WC: 3854 As promised, chapter 8 tonight idc what time it is i made a promise and its too late for this shit. fuck it we ball...I'm pretty happy with how this turned out i really hammered away at it until i got sick of reading it... watch out for meanie arthur 😈 Tags: no TB, weird but not that toxic relationship, Arthur being a grump lol

Your family meets Arthur.

The sunlight is a pale yellow on the dusty canvas of his tent. The world is a pretty color, deep browns of fur and cream colored fabric. You rub your eyes, not putting much together just yet. You try to wipe away the sleep that clings to you. You’re alone in the tent, not as warm as you usually are with the unfairly warm blooded man that is typically at your side. You suppose that it is more that he keeps you at his side. You turn over and lay on his bed roll a bit longer, lazing about in the chill of the morning air. You enjoy the smell of him; leather and gun oil, coffee perhaps and bitter tobacco, more than you want to admit. You nearly fall asleep again, listening to the sound of Arthur getting ready to be on the road again. 

The flap of the tent is parted by Arthur's hand, porting his leather gloves again. It's bright and cold all at once. 

“Hey, sunshine. How’s my girl this mornin’,” He has a smile under his hat, he’s crouching to look inside the tent while you sit up, supporting yourself on unsteady arms. He has a soft, endearing look when he watches you try to organize your hair, rub your face. 

“I’m ok…Is it very early? How long have you been awake?” 

“Nah, about eleven now, should get goin’, looks like those clouds are comin’ back. Been up awhile,” He has a hand out to help you up and out of his tent. Then he’s helping put your arms through the sleeves of the coat he gave you, sagging a bit, made for his broad frame. This act is so gentlemanly, so strangely kind for a man like him. Jaded, guarded, and gruff. His hands smooth down your arms, so big on you, making you bite your lip. He looks down at you, the neutral line of his mouth quirks up at the sides, over his rugged features. Unable to meet his expression, you tilt your head, looking away. Something warm and sweet pools in your chest. 

You can’t help the small smile which breaks your usual overhanging worry and overwhelmed bewilderedness you carry around now, ever since you’ve been with Arthur. His certainty helps you cling to some semblance of stability. But really, you’re not sure about anything. It doesn't matter what you are though, it matters more that Arthur gets what he wants. 

You nod, he was right when he said it wasn't so early. The sun had come for a day but was certainly on its way out now. Yellow light still casts a green glow through the trees for now but soon it would be all dusky tones and colors, a monotone repetition of winter. You would miss the light but you weren't unused to the gray and the fog. The sun had brought a small levity to your journey with Arthur but now it was back to the gloom, returning to your anxious state, waiting impatiently to see your family.

Arthur has a small fire going and you come and help prepare food while he tears down the rest of the camp. You are cleaned up and fed in not so long. Lucky has a breakfast of carrots and some oatcakes Arthur has hesitantly offered, patting at Lucky's side, your horse shifting his feathered legs. 

You're back on the road in not much time at all, by noon at least and the sky is almost completely obscured by the hampering weather. You fear it might rain soon or even begin to snow as Arthur drives the cart further. He's even more nervous than yesterday, more antsy. He doesn't reach for his cigarettes and you don't give him one, too busy feeling unnerved yourself. Instead his hands fidget, gripping the leather of the reins, scratching absentmindedly at his face, sighing and rolling his shoulders out. Something is weighing on him, like he’s mulling over what’s going to happen next.

“Why are you- why are we going to see my parents?” You ask, brittle, quiet as the winter around you. Still, you speak over the wagon wheels rolling over the earth.

“That’s what you want. Ain’t no other reason,” His answer is clipped. You can tell it isn’t the whole truth.

He turns to you and huffs at your face, disbelief etched into the tilt of your head, the furrow of your brow. 

“I don’t like loose ends. I ain’t one to leave them lyin’ around. I can’t afford to have people sniffin’ around right now. Not ever.” 

“Sniffing around? I don’t understand. Is this about the robbing thing? Are you an outlaw?” You ask, an incredulous tone to your voice. 

He gives you a look out of the corner of his eye before he shifts his halfhearted focus back to the dirt road. “No.” It seems you’ve touched a nerve of his. You will pester him about it later, perhaps when he’s more in the mood to withstand some of your more brazen behaviors. For now, at least your back and forth has distracted you enough that you almost rode past the path that breaks off to your home. 

You sigh and guide him down the small road to your family cabin. You pick at your nails but stop when Arthur puts his hand over yours, squeezing just enough to make you sigh and stow your hands in the coat he gave you. 

You can see the wooden cabin through the trees, chickens clucking in the yard and the bare vegetable patch is frozen over for the winter, some pelts your father left to dry are hanging from the porch roof. It's humble and quaint, a little broken down from too long without repairs but it's sturdy and strong.

Your father peeks out of the gingham curtain your mother put up before rushing outside. You jump down and are surprised that he has such a large hug for you, a laugh. Your mother runs out as well. They're gathering you between them, gasping your name. You nod, throat tightening with emotion. With which emotion, you don’t know entirely. You're up to your neck in nerves. But there's happiness in seeing your parents. Knowing that they can learn of where you’ll be going. You remember what Arthur said about chaining you to his bed. They’d never know what happened to you if he held such a desire as that. 

“What happened to you?! Are you hurt?” You shake your head while your mother looks you over, searching for some grave injury. 

“Who’s this?”Arthur leans against the cart, holding his belt. He pushes off. You think of all that has happened so far. But you obey Arthur’s wishes, that you will convince your parents that this man saved your life and has fallen in love with you in three days, that he wished for your hand in marriage. 

“He… He saved me, I- he saved my life,” You swallow. It really is the truth, you most likely would have frozen to death without Arthur’s hospitality. Arthur seems apprehensive of this situation, as if waiting for some terrible event to transpire. But you know your father and the clap on Arthur’s back takes only him by surprise. He's grabbing Arthur's hand and shaking it. 

“Please, come inside,” He’s motioning for everyone to join. You come inside to your grandmother sitting by the fire. She tosses a lazy look over her shoulder. You come to her side but she seems to waver. 

“Is she ok?” You reach for her hand but she’s been like this for a while, fading from the world while staying in it. 

“Yes, she's just fine. Did you ever make it to the doctor?” The question seems to pester Arthur but he’s distracted by your father asking for his name. 

“Arthur… Arthur Morgan,” He’s looking to you for some sort of direction but you're not sure what to offer him. He lets an easy grin slip over his features while he shakes your fathers hand. You can tell it’s a bit strained. 

“No, I got lost,” you say, feeling incompetent and childish as always. You grip your hands, fidgeting. Looking up with your face tilted downwards, you look at the man who stands in your family room, looking out of place. He seems to notice, trying to bring his high and wide shoulders down a little, keeping his limbs close. Perhaps to seem smaller than he is. He bows his head a little, hiding his eyes beneath the shadow cast by the hat he wears. “Arthur let me into his home,” 

The look he gives you with his blazing blue eyes is not one you’ve seen on him before. A sort of satisfied pride, different from his normal smug expression. His hands hold one another as he stands tall and strong. You bring your gaze to the fire. 

“Well, I’m glad he was there, couldn’t have you frozen to death out there,” both of your parents give him appreciative simpers. 

Every comment they make acting as if it wasn’t at their insistence you went out irks Arthur. You can tell by the way he lowers his hat over his eyes again, a small sneer pulling at his lip. You just nod. Your parents stand unaware, watching the two of you, the way you stand closer to Arthur than to them when they let you. Your mother gives you an odd look and you shrug slightly. 

Your pa motions for all of you to sit in front of the fire in some wooden chairs while your grandmother shuffles to her day bed, your mother at her side to help her. You sit next to Arthur, his heavy footsteps have his spurs jingling until he sets himself down, creaking the chair. His place at your side doesn’t go unnoticed by your father who raises his brow. Your Ma joins all of you, next to your father. 

“I went looking for you, you know, couldn’t get through the snow,” your father looks happy to see you. You smile lightly. You’re unsure what to say. 

“Thank you again for letting her stay with you, Mr. Morgan,” your mother snaps upwards. “Would you like something to eat, drink?” 

“No, ma’am, I’m- uh I’m fine,” you’re surprised he seems so unadjusted. He could shoot a man with ease but can’t speak to your mother the way he cockily talks to you. You suppose it would be much too strange for him to do so while playing perfect suitor.

She sits down again. Your father has his pipe on the table which he stuffs with tobacco. He has it lit in a second or two and he puffs smoke. 

“So, what’s going on that you came with a cart on Lucky? You certainly didn’t have one when you left,” Your father asks point blank. He doesn’t mind the sudden change of tone. It makes your stomach roil. You had hoped you wouldn’t have to talk about it so soon, but your father makes quick work of getting down to brass tacks. You turn to Arthur. He looks at you with sureness in his features, strong jaw set and big hands clenched over his thighs. You don’t know what he’s going to say. 

“I intend on marryin’ your daughter,” his words are blunt and stun your parents. He matches your fathers matter-of-fact way of speaking. Your parents stare between the both of you oddly. Obviously, perhaps not expecting this turn of events. A woman as young as you bringing a man around, having been unaccompanied for three days now. Then your father removes the pipe from his lip. 

“I don’t see why not,” he nods easily, as if deciding between jumping off a cliff or walking away. You’re shocked he would agree so readily. Hardly a decision or a deliberation. Your mother looks to your father, questioning him. “You saved her life, after all,” the way he words it makes it sound like by saving you, Arthur is entitled to you. 

“Dear, isn't he a bit…she… she’s quite young,” Your mother puts up some brief resistance. You look at Arthur, whose brows crinkle slightly. You know Arthur is much older than you, more experienced in things of the world. But you had never thought too much about it, hadn’t even asked how old he was. What did it matter when he was taking you to bed, when he had you in his home? What bearing does it have on anything? You doubt Arthur would have been persuaded to leave you well enough alone should you have pointed out how much older he was. If anything, he would derive pleasure from such a comment. 

You don’t mind his age much, really, you hadn’t even particularly noticed it too much. Not having much experience with men makes Arthur the baseline, the default. Younger men could have been different but you wouldn’t know anything about it. Arthur is all you have in that aspect. You look at the weathered lines over his features, the lines at the corners of his eyes, the freckles from staying in the sun too long, scars and the small dip of his flesh just over his cheeks. You didn’t think any of him as ugly. Only rugged, sturdy. You had come to like how he looked, how in charge of himself he was. He had a strong jaw and brow and an even more distinctive profile. There is only certainty in his eyes, only his usual prideful stare. 

“If Arthur cares for her, would care for her, isn't that quite enough? She won't be young forever, ” Your Pa’s dated ideals are at the forefront of this conversation. You fumble with your fingers and pick at your nails. Arthur doesn’t stop you this time. You knew your father wasn't too traditional but he hasn't even thought to ask if you liked Arthur at all. Perhaps he assumed you did. How little he cares for your opinion does hurt you, makes your heart twist and your stomach ache. You hate that a part of you is happy that you’ll be with Arthur now. You’re conflicted, torn between shame, contentment, and sorrow. 

“Well, I guess I’m just a very lucky man,” You think he can tell by the way your face falls how crushed you are. Arthur’s deep voice resounds from beside you, you hadn't expected him to speak very much. When you look at him, he has a soft smile. His words do little to help but they still have an effect on you. It isn't the first time he's called himself lucky for having you but this time is more meaningful to you. It’s a somewhat private meaning he intends for you and only you. You let a small smile perk up your face. 

“I suppose, perhaps it is time for you to be your own woman, now,” your Ma nods solemnly. 

You’re not sure why this comes as a surprise to you. But it does. Arthur looks at you, the look on his face is unreadable. Maybe he knows how odd it is that your parents are so willing to leave you to him. Or perhaps he’s happy that his desire is about to be fulfilled. You guess he expected some sort of fight. Like he would prefer to fight for you, to solidify himself as the most important thing in your life. He’s already proven he can care for you so your father is calmly discussing the marriage with your ma. Their voices drown out in your ears, no longer assigning meaning to the sounds. You look at Arthur's hand, the way his fingers scrunch up and form a fist as he crosses his arms over his chest. A jittery exhale is all you have to add to the conversation.

Perhaps the other girl he had was worth the trouble her father had gone through to make sure she didn’t marry a man like Arthur. Your parents are just happy to see you married, maybe they consider you homely enough to be lucky to have anyone seeking your hand. An ugly reality but a likely one to you. Your focus is so much that you don’t notice that you're biting your tongue until it hurts, gripping your knees hard. All you want is to be away from here but that isn’t happening. 

It’s a strange air that settles over your family room. It’s only broken by your mother bidding you to your room so you can pack things away in a chest for you to take with you. She says the both of you should leave the men to talk. You rise and walk to your bedroom, too dazed to bother turning to Arthur.

Once you’re in your bedroom, your mother closes the door behind you. She pulls out the chest she used to keep old blankets in. She starts to pack away your clothes, your baubles from when you were a babe. A blanket from when you were just born. Your mind is in too many places at once. You pick up some books, trinkets your father made for you. The room is small, not much for you to bring with you. Just like Arthur said. You watch your life disappear into the wooden box, to be taken away so you could live it with Arthur.

“He seems like a good man. You’re lucky to find one like that, just by chance,” your mother speaks into the brittle quiet of the room. Arthur can be a good man, he has been a good man before. But you’re not sure that he is one. You simply nod along. 

“This isn’t happening because… because you’re with his child or some other such atrocity?” Her tone is clear. You think he spills all of his spend on your thighs or belly to avoid that outcome. There certainly was an atrocity, or at least she would think so but it won’t end in you being with his child. For now. Wasn’t that what every man wanted with a wife? Maybe Arthur didn’t want children but you had no way of knowing but to ask him. You can’t imagine yourself working up the nerve to ask him that. 

“No, he was very… proper with me,” you lie through your teeth. You’re trying not to laugh like a loon at how untrue that statement is. Trying to be convincing when usually you’re anything but. You wince privately, sensing your own awful lying, hoping you can fool your mother. 

“He doesn’t look the gentlemanly type but looks can be deceiving. I’ve not seen a gentleman but those guns are something. And that coat, he must be quite the hunter, even your father has never given you a coat like that,” She's excited to talk about him. Like he was a boy you liked, not a grown man to marry you. “He seems a bit old for you but it's not too uncommon, a man like him wanting a young wife,” 

“Yes, he was very nice,” your voice is flat and short as you fold your clothes away. You tuck the things too homely under the bed, perhaps your mother will find them later. Her voice floats over, making you freeze. Like the icy air has drifted in from a drafty window, it feels like the room drops several degrees.

“He did something to you, didn’t he?” you don't try to face her, biting your lip. Your hands scrunch into the fabric of the clothes you were folding. You always were a terrible liar. 

“No,” You finally decide to look at her, trying to keep your response simple, leaving no room for interpretation but it doesn't work the way you’d hoped. Her eyes focus on the bruised mark on your neck; you had completely forgotten about it. You slap your hand over it out of instinct but there’s no hiding the truth. 

“No, he didn’t, Ma, he didn’t,” you plead desperately. You can feel the tightness in your throat when you realize she doesn’t believe you. Her face drops, saddens deeply. Her eyes go dark and well with tears. Her jaw falls open as if to ask you what he did, to portray that she is curious but simultaneously would rather hear anything over what Arthur might have done with you. Done to you. You feel your lip tremble. Something within you shrivels in dread. Heat crawls up your body, feeling clammy and warm all at once. 

“Please, don’t, don’t tell Pa,” The pace of your heart picks up, standing up clumsily. Her hand comes to her mouth, shaking her head as tears drip down her face. “He could kill him, please,” You beg her and she refuses, rushing out. You go to stop her as she slams the door open to confront him. 

Try as you might, you can't reach her in time. She sees Arthur, stomping towards him. 

“What did you do to her?! You tell me-” Your father is confused, grabbing your mother. You’re an animal, frozen in the stare of a predator. You can see Arthur's face become severe, his glare fixed on you. His brows pinch and his mouth is set in a hard line. It’s the angriest you’ve ever seen him. His posture adjusts into something more threatening, readying his body for whatever comes next. His features pull into an unnaturally cool expression. Then he’s grabbing you, turning you quickly. Your back is pressed against his chest before you can protest, can even think of trying to run. 

His arm is iron over your chest and neck. You grab onto it as you lose your balance, relying on him to keep you upright. You gasp and scramble, going completely still when you hear the sound, the slide of metal on leather. His pearl handled revolver is leveled upward towards your family. The whole cabin goes quiet, your mother’s blustering screams and your father’s confused babbling falling like rocks into a lake. An eerie silence descends over you. 

All you can hear is the sting of the quiet and your own breathing, the smallest shift of Arthur’s boot scraping the wooden floor. “Arthur, please, no,” You whine, wiggling just a bit. The last thing you want is to provoke him into squeezing the trigger. His finger is pressed up against it, ready for anything. He bows his head to whisper a bone chilling ‘shh’ in your ear. It makes the smallest hairs of yours stand on end, your heart dropping into your gut. Terror keeps you stuck to him.

“Think you've gone and said too much already, darlin’” you can hear the mocking humor dripping from his words, the usually affectionate term for you has a sharp edge. His voice, so low and venomous, right in your ear makes you shiver. You swallow slowly, fear courses through your veins. Unwillingly, your thoughts float to Arthur holding his gun to that thief, his flippant manner of taking lives. You squeeze your eyes shut, hoping that whatever happens here doesn’t end in blood. 

OK! sorry for the cliffhanger but i couldnt say no to spicing things up, lol. evil arthur being a meanie 😈 arthur being a grumpy driver is everything to me, what i would do to wake up to arthur saying good morning sunshine to me.. 😳lh arthur or not hes a cornball LMAO lemme know what you guys think i would love to hear it 😳😭💖tysm for reading !!

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roman godfrey x reader

word count: 5.5k

summary: once more, he took your hand and gave you the permission to mend him.  

a/n: long time so see! at least in the realm of one shots. this came out of aboutle nowhere and is probably super similar to my other stories but guess what? idc  ¯\_ (ツ)_/¯ so, i hope you enjoy (: 

“Darling, tell me what you need?” 

“(Y/N).” 

So, as much as Olivia detested you, she did as her weeping son asked and found you. 

You hadn’t seen Roman since the scene at the hospital. After he disappeared after Pryce and Peter had fled the waiting room in a hysteric flurry, you were left alone. You felt as sterile as your surroundings. You felt utterly still and useless. While both boys had crumbled into a fit of emotions, you had remained motionless when the news of Letha’s death had been so crassly and unceremoniously announced over the intercom system. It was like your brain had begun to malfunction, and instead of grief-stricken screams and body quaking sobs, it chose to retain its energy and stay dormant. The news was so blind siding, so heartbreaking, so earth shattering, that it was impossible for you to comprehend. Impossible for you to react correctly. 

So, you had sat for what seemed like hours, all alone, staring into space. Because Letha and her baby were dead. And there was absolutely nothing you could do about it. There was no going back. This morning you had held her hand as hospital staff had wheeled her back into the OR, matching smiles on your faces as she called you ‘auntie’ and you called her ‘mama’. You should have been holding a small little human right now. You should have been looking up at your best friend, palling from excursion but looking upon you with love as you held her bundle of joy. 

Instead, you had been abandoned and left stagnant in The White Tower, unable to function. You could still taste the smoke on your tongue from when Roman had cheerfully pressed his cigar to your lips and told you to inhale. You could still taste copper on your tongue from where you had unknowingly gnawed a gash into your cheek with your teeth. 

A page came over the intercom once more, and for some reason, it was enough to snap you out of your stupor. One minute your eyes were fogged and glassy, and the next, you had been thrust back into reality. The reality of being alone in the waiting room, your nails creasing into your palms uncomfortably, and pending a current decision. 

After a moment of blinking away the dryness in your eyes and swallowing any sick remnant from your chewing incident, you slowly looked down the small hallway to the door Roman had disappeared through. You knew it was best to find him, for both of you, to find him immediately. His gut wrenching sobs still rung in your ears. 

With timid strides, you made your way toward the door and pushed it open. It was likely placebo, but you swore the stench of death hit you like a wall of heat when you passed the threshold. Your eyes began to water from the weight of the smell, but you trekked on. You needed to find Roman. You needed to know he was ok. You needed him to be ok.

You aimlessly wandered the vacant halls, the sound of your own footsteps echoing menacingly around you. You debated calling out his name, but you already knew your voice was out of order for the evening. Possibly forever. 

You rounded a corner, and something in your stomach knew. The cosmic tether that still bound you to your best friend whispered in your ear and twinged in your belly, and told you that she had been there. 

Turn to your right and see what’s left.

And that’s where you found the room Letha had been in. A collection of monitors haloed a hospital bed, that lay behind a puddle of blood. Thick, dark, crimson blood dripped from the stark white hospital sheets and pittered into the puddle below, filling itself out so it could inch toward your feet. 

You knew from that moment on, that that puddle of blood would haunt you forever. Whenever you would start to feel good, or whenever you would see someone with a cut or whenever you would hear her name, this puddle is what would come to mind. This sentient puddle that seemed to be growing larger by the second, and the smell of her freshly dead corpse somewhere in the building. 

You didn’t find Roman. But Norman found you. 

“(Y/N),” his voice called, “You can’t, don’t, look at it…” 

“I should have done something,” your voice croaked, “I should have insisted on coming back here. I should have been here.” 

You should have held her hand while she pushed. You should have wiped the sweat from her brow. You should have cheered her on while she pushed. You should have been there to fucking cut the cord. You should have been there to watch her die. 

“You can’t start. You can’t start that,” you distantly felt him place a hand on your shoulder, “you can’t play a game of what if’s and should have been’s.” 

You managed to tear your gaze away from the growing puddle to look at Norman. Norman, whose face was splotchy and streaked with tears. Norman, whose lip was trembling as he blinked away another onset of sobs. Norman, who still jumped to action to help you when bile flooded your throat and suddenly burst from your mouth. 

Norman, who did his best to console you as you heaved up swilly vomit and choked back tears. 

When you opened your eyes all you could think of was the puddles mixing. Your insides mixing with Letha’s. 

You began to shake uncontrollably then, sobs finally erupting from your chest. Norman wrapped you in his arms, you were sure to console you, but also himself. Maybe he was pretending you were Letha as he held you. 

It was then that Roman finally found you both. 

“I’m leaving,” he said flatly, any emotion he had previously had had been stripped away. 

“You can’t drive like this, Roman. Not after everything,” Norman said from over his shoulder, while he still held you tight. 

“And like you can?” he bit out. 

“Then we’ll all take a cab.” 

And so Roman called a cab for the three of you without another word. 

You tried to look at him. You tried to touch him, talk to him, but it seemed Roman had an aversion to all things in that moment, especially you. You had reached out a weak hand to grab a hold of his jacket as Normal held you to his chest, in a desperate search for his comfort, in a desperate search to comfort him. But, at the feeling of your stretching fingers, he quickly shrugged off your touch and turned his back to you. 

So, you stayed in the arms of your best friend’s father. You tried to ignore the hurt you felt when you all piled into the cab and Roman lifelessly rattled off your address first, making it clear that you were to go home alone, without him. He chose to sit in the front seat, while you and Norman sat in the back. Roman looked out the window the entire way, he didn’t even acknowledge you as you got out of the car and turned to face the yellow vehicle, waiting for a reaction. But you got nothing, just the vision of Roman framed by the widow, lips pursed and eyes cast down. 

The cab soon drove away and you stood in the middle of your front lawn, watching it’s taillights disappear. The street lights were on and you could hear the distant sound of your neighbors sprinkler. You fell to your knees, then to your side, curling up on the grass in the hopes that nature could heal you. Maybe grow around you and help you blossom new in the spring, happy and void of this pain in your chest. 

But your mother found you before then, hours later and brought your inside. Your fists full of blades of grass. 

You slept for twenty one hours after, without a call or text from your boyfriend. You sent him a few stray messages but never heard anything back. You thought it best to give him space, but you were yearning for him so completely. 

And then Olivia showed up. 

You had just sat down for dinner when the doorbell rang. Your father, while long dead, had always had a rule about never answering the door or phone calls while sitting down for a meal. Even though he was gone and it was just your mother and yourself, the rule had stuck, even though neither of you cared that much about if it was disrespectful, like he had. 

You had both looked up from your pot roast when the bell rang, but exchanged a look that you always did in times like this. We’ll deal with it later. But the bell continued, quite consistently and obnoxiously.

“I’ll get it,” you said with a smile in a search to soothe your mother (who took it as an offense when someone wronged a rule from her deceased husband). 

With sock feet, you went to the front door with every intention of politely asking them to leave or come back later, when you were met with Olivia. To say you were surprised was an understatement. 

“Olivia?” you blurted out, because you simply couldn't help it. Her appearance was so unexpected, her name just dropped from your lips. 

“Good evening, I hope I haven't disturbed something,” her elegant voice said as she clasped her hands in front of her. 

“We just sat down to dinner,” you responded, voice sounding as skeptical as you felt. 

“Oh, well, I am sorry to interrupt your supper,” she said with a deep sigh as a period, “but I’m afraid I require your immediate assistance.” 

Which made sense, she had never been this polite to you in the past. 

“With?” 

“My son, I’m afraid.” 

You didn’t need to hear anything else she had to say. You rounded up a pair of shoes and jacket and kissed your mother’s cheek, then fled your home for Olivia’s truck without a second thought. 

She didn’t wait for you to buckle in before she started to drive. She smoked with all the windows up except for a small crack in the driver’s side. The radio hummed an old country ballad and your leg bounced restlessly against the floor mats. 

“How have you been faring?” she asked as you were stopped at a light. 

You didn’t feel like bearing your bleeding heart to her or engaging in any small talk, but you answered anyway. 

“Dreadfully.” 

Olivia hummed as the light turned green. 

“I’m sorry, truly. If it is half as bad as how my son is grieving, I know you are going through something so hideous... going through feelings that humans are not equipped for.” 

You nodded at her lukewarm attempt to console you and watched the world pass through the window. 

“I know what you think of me, your distaste for me. You are less than subtle about it. But then, I suppose so am I.” 

This drew your attention back to her. 

“Just because I don’t, well, enjoy your presence, that doesn’t mean I don’t see what you do for my son’s happiness. It doesn’t mean I don’t see how well you treat him, even when he bloody well doesn’t deserve it. You’re good to him, for him. I see it all,” she continued, eyes briefly leaving the road to look at you, “As his mother, I have always wanted to protect him, to be the only woman he loves with such feriousty. And I know that is a reason why I hold such a contempt and resentment toward you. Misplaced, possibly, but I can’t help it. He is my only son and I would do anything for him. Which entails me… weeding out the riff raff. But here you still stay, ready and willing to take me on to love my son. Not an easy feet, but an admirable one.” 

As she was finishing, you came up to the Godfrey mansion. 

“I do accept you, you know? I do, in my own way. And I hope through the thunder and the rain you will accept him too,” she turned off the engine but made no move to exit the car, “it is such a pity that things couldn’t have been different. That you couldn’t have been the one to bear the weight of all of this, isn’t it?”

Olivia then reached out and ran the back of her hand gently over the apple of your cheek, examining you in the way you would a prized pig at auction.

“But, I know that you will play a part in this before it is all over.” 

She carefully took a single stand of your hair between her finger tips and slowly ran them down to the end. Her beauty had always been intimidating, but in this moment with the lowlight of the moon, her face was frightening. Like someone had pulled back her mask to reveal her ghastly, maleficent exterior. The hair stood up on the back of your neck as she surveyed you, and you had never felt like you had ever been in more immediate danger as you were in that moment. While you couldn’t see your expression, you could feel it was confused and slightly horrified. But Olivia could, and so she sighed. 

“You better get in there now. The attic. He’s expecting you.” 

She returned to her cigarette and looked out the windshield like she had been alone the entire time. Like she hadn’t been looking at you like the last gulp of water in the desert. You didn’t need any more prompting to flee the vehicle.

You found him in Shelley’s room, that was now bare of any signs of life. If you hadn’t been in this room just last week, you would have never known that it had been someone’s residence. You would have likely ruminated on the gross action on Olivia’s part for gutting her missing daughter’s room if it hadn’t been for Roman. Your sweet, broken Roman. 

He sat with his knees to his chest and his arms wrapped around his middle. He wore an old flannel shirt and the most pitiful look on his face. His lower lip quivered and his doe eyes widened with grief and need. 

“(Y/N)...” he choked out your name, half question half relief. 

“Oh, my love,” you simpered before you ran to him and fell to his feet. 

Once your knees hit the hardwood, Roman burst into tears, his long arms reaching for you. You went to him easily, effortlessly; you wormed your way between his legs and shuffled forward until you met his chest. Roman wound himself around you like a snake devouring its prey: with no way of you getting out of his hold. He clutched onto you like a lifeline as he sobbed into the crook of your neck, spouting apologies on an endless loop. 

I should have called. I’m sorry. I missed you. I needed you. I wanted you. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Please, please, please.

What? Please, what? 

Make this pain go away. 

And you wanted to tell him that if you knew how, you would have remedied yourself days ago. But that wasn’t helpful, that wasn’t what he wanted to hear or what you wanted to say. So, all you said was: 

“Ok.” 

You sat with him on the floor until his tears ran dry. Your back throbbed in discomfort and your knees ached from your position on the hardwood, but you didn’t move a muscle. What was going to help you get through this, was to help Roman get through this. You would save the one Godfrey you could. 

You had luck with suggesting you move to his bedroom after his body stilled from it’s cries. Roman nodded against you, and when you pulled away he left gritty tear tracks and dried snot smears on your skin. He wiped his eyes childlike, with the back of his hand, before he seemed well enough to let you stand from his hold. He let his tired hand skirt its way down your back as you stood and then promptly took a hold of your hand.You stuck your other out for him to take, which he did gratefully and you pulled him to his feet. 

On the way to the elevator, you bore most of Roman’s weight. His arm was around your shoulders and both of yours were around his waist, keeping him upright. He momentarily wrapped his other arm around you as the elevator lurched down to his floor, before returning it to his side once the doors opened again. 

You led him to his bedroom and felt a pang in your chest when you saw the state he had been living in. Discarded clothing and food wrappers covered the floor, empty cups and beer bottles held purchase over every surface they could, ashtrays overflowing with cigarette butts and whatever he was smoking were scattered about. 

“Let’s sit, baby,” you said, moving Roman to his unmade bed and placing him on the corner, “do you wanna change into something?” 

He shook his head swiftly and reached his hands out to tug on the hem of your t-shirt, “Just take it off.” 

And you understood. 

You helped him strip first, down to nothing at all, then did your own clothing. Adding both sets to the sea of laundry on the floor. 

You stood in front of Roman in a position that would usually lead to a night of passion, but now was going to lead to a night of reassuring intimacy. Roman skated his fingers along your skin, cataloging every part of you with his fingertips and green gaze. Like he was proving to himself that you existed. He ran his thumbs under the flesh of your breast and moved in clean vertical lines to touch your nipples. He kept his thumbs in place as palms and remaining fingers came to cup you delicately. Roman met your eyes for a brief moment before he bowed his head against your sternum and deflated with a sigh. 

Tears stung your eyes as your hands, that had been laying listlessly at your sides as he examined you, came to weave into his disheveled hair. Tugging periodically at his roots in a reminder of your everlasting presence.  

You felt his chapped lips place soft, barely there kisses against your chest intermediate with his strained breathing. He nuzzled his face against your skin like he was trying to tunnel his way inside you for safe keeping, and when his efforts failed, he had to settle for the small kisses to taste you after your short separation. 

“I need you. I needed you. Stay,” he whimpered to your body, gripping your breasts tighter as you did the same to his locks. 

“Ok, yes. I’m here. I’m here now.” 

He nodded, before you gently pulled him away so you could look at his beautiful face. That was still as stunning as the day you met him, even with the profound sadness in his expression. 

“Let’s get some sleep, alright? I think that would do you some good,” you didn’t know for a fact, but the circles under his eyes told the story of his insomnia. 

He sniffled, but nodded once more. He let you go to scoot back on his bed and rummage around for the corners of his blankets so you both could slip underneath. He collected the haphazard covers the best he could, then draped them open. Roman looked to you with a soft, frighteningly innocent expression for your boyfriend, and patted the spot next to him. 

You crawled over to the spot and laid down. When Roman covered you both up and under his bedding, you could smell the wafting smell of smoke, body odor and beer coming from the sheets. Roman settled next to you and wrapped you back into his arms, he pulled you so suddenly to his chest you couldn’t help the tiny gasp from your lips upon the impact. He mumbled an apology as he got comfortable around you. His arm around your waist, his nose buried into the crown of your head, his leg thrown over your own. Roman created you a human cocoon, one that left you no option for escaping from.

Though, you really had no interest in leaving. You had missed this man with your entire being and to be near him again, made your heart swell with love and drain a fraction of the sadness in your chest. Roman’s embrace could cure a lot, but unfortunately not this agony. But, it was a start, and he was a salve you would never turn down. Roman always made everything better for you (even if in the moment, it felt like he was making it worse). 

You pressed your lips to his knuckles and let out an encompassing sigh and let your eyes shut. You ran the tip of your tongue over the cracks in his skin and he hummed sweetly behind you, like a cat’s purr. You hoped that when you woke, you would feel better and Roman would be healed, even if you knew that was impossible. It was impossible, but you were allowed to dream as much as you wanted. 

Forty five minutes later, you woke with a thin sheen of sweat heavy on your skin. Following your marathon sleep session after your mother found you on the lawn, you hadn’t slept more than two hours at a time. You had hoped Roman’s presence would help, but it seemed it was something in your body that would just have to run its course. You thought about seeing a shrink as you ran your nose along Roman’s radial bone. It could help you… but maybe Letha’s death was still too fresh to be searching for help. You’d give it a month, maybe six. Maybe then it would be easier to talk about. 

Your whole life seemed to be composed of maybe’s lately. 

Maybe things would get better. Maybe Letha would still be alive if you were in the room with her. Maybe Roman will call. Maybe he would hold you together when you broke apart. Maybe taking care of him would fix you both. 

You just had to hope you figured it all out soon, because you didn’t know how much uncertainty you could take. 

The longer you laid in Roman’s arms, no matter how much you had missed his embrace, you became restless. The room seemed to be closing in on you, the clutter unavoidable and ignorable. The mess was so awful that you couldn’t shake it from your mind. Some of the beer bottles had gained mold and there was a fly buzzing around an old fast food bag in the corner, not to mention the hills of dirty clothes that barricaded you from his en suite. The maternal, coddling feeling you felt in the attic to protect and fix Roman flared in your stomach and seeped into your blood stream until all you could think about was cleaning up the grieving mess he’d made. 

So you did. 

You gingerly extracted yourself from Roman’s hold, which had thankfully loosened from the depths of his slumber. You tiptoed over to where you had discarded his flannel from earlier and buttoned it up on your body. The last thing you wanted was to be caught going in and out of Roman’s room stark naked by one of the staff or God forbid Olivia. At that chilling thought, you slipped on your panties as well. 

You left Roman’s room, leaving the door cracked so you didn’t have a chance to wake him. Then, you scurried down to the kitchen and gathered a box of trash bags and a pair of rubber gloves from the side of the sink. On your way back upstairs, you found Annalisa and told her there would be a few trash bags to collect from outside Roman’s room. You whispered, even though you were separated from Roman by two floors. 

Back in Roman’s room, you crept around on light feet as you stuffed pizza boxes, rotting receptacles and overflowing ashtray contents into each white bag until they were full. You tried to pad the beer bottles with layers of other trash so they wouldn’t make as much noise, but that didn’t mean that you didn’t look over at the bed with baited breath each time they clinked together. You managed to fill four garbage bags without waking him, and set them outside his room for Annalisa to retrieve. When the trash was handled and the shapes of his living space were appearing again, you moved onto the laundry. You had planned on taking arm fulls down the hallway to the laundry shoot, then take the elevator to the basement to do as many loads as you could before Roman woke. Unfortunately on your third trip down the hall, you heard Roman’s throat crackling wail of your name. 

You raced to Roman’s room and burst through the ajar door to find Roman, blankets pooling at his waist and tears in his eyes. 

“Where did you go? You were gone!” he shrieked at you in anger as he battled off his cries.

“I was just trying to clean up a bit, Ro,” you replied, rushing to his side and sitting side-saddle on the bed.

“You said you wouldn’t leave,” he said through gritted teeth. 

“I was just down the hall, honey. I never left.” 

“You can’t leave me, you can’t leave my side. You can’t leave too,” he voice wavered at the end of his sentence. 

Roman’s face soured and a scream erupted through his teeth and his face fell into his hands. He was furious he still felt so broken. 

“Roman, baby, no. No, I’m not gonna leave. I’m here, I’m here, always. Always, always, always…” you said as you rested your chin on his shoulder and wrapped your arms around him, “I have you, Roman. I’m not leaving.” 

You rocked him gently and cooed to him sweetly. You ran your hands over his skin and kissed the curve of his jaw until his breathing slowed once more and excess tension seemed to dissipate from his body. 

“Do you wanna go back to sleep?” you asked, placing your cheek where your chin had been, so you could look at him, “I won’t get up this time.”

Roman shook his head, almost petulantly. 

“Do you wanna shower? No offense Ro, but you smell kinda ripe,” you played. 

“I haven’t had the energy,” he snapped. 

He tried weakly to pull away from you, but your arms held strong. 

“What about a bath? It’s low energy? I could take it with you if you want?” you proposed, not letting his bitter response deter you. 

“You probably wouldn’t want to...because I smell like shit and all,” he pouted indignantly. 

“Ro, I would bathe with you even if you actually smelled like shit. I’d do absolutely anything to take a nice bath with you, baby.”

You looked up at his profile and laid a series of pillowy kisses to his shoulder and trap muscle, before Roman sighed. 

“Ok, we can take a bath.” 

You smiled, “I’ll go get it started.” 

You stood and walked to the bathroom (that you had made accessible) and started the water for the tub, and ran your fingers under the tap until it was Roman’s desired temperature. When you turned back to Roman, he had craned his neck to watch all your movements, his face full of worry. He didn’t trust the universe enough to take his eyes off you, again. 

As you went toward him and Roman’s gaze never left yours. Not as you approached the bed, not as you walked across its surface on your knees, and not as you took his face in your hands. 

“My beautiful boy,” you hummed quietly as you studied his face. 

His creamy silk skin, his cherry stained lips, his fluttering eyelashes that framed perfect emerald eyes. You ran your thumbs over the expanse of his cheek bones, around the hollow of his eyes and followed the bridge of his nose to trace the arch of his eyebrows. 

“My sweet boy,” you moved closer to his lips and Roman let out a distinctive mewl and you reveled in the pleasure of knowing you were making him happy. 

You placed a soft kiss to his plump mouth and poured as much love and affection into it as possible. You nudge your nose against his and Roman sighed peacefully at the feeling. 

The kisses shared were simple, chaste, but earnest. Your hands stayed clasp on his cheeks and Roman’s lay lax on his lap. You hadn’t kissed so soft or so innocently since you had first started seeing each other. While it was a change of pace for the two of you, it was well appreciated and savored.

When you pulled away from Roman’s mouth, he followed yours until you held his head study. 

“I think the bath should be about ready by now.” 

You got off his bed and held your hand out from him like you had in the attic, your way of asking him to let you usher him into comfort. Once more, he took your hand and gave you the permission to mend him. 

You walked together to the en suite and you turned off the tap and shed yourself of Roman’s flannel and your underwear. You carefully stepped over the lip of the clawfoot tub and tried not to hiss at the obscene temperature he preferred and delicately lowered yourself into the steaming water, as Roman watched. Once you were submerged you looked up at him in question. 

“Get in, honey,” you encouraged, shrinking back against the porcelain to give him room. 

“I always hold you in the bath. That’s how this works.” 

“Not this time. Now, get in.” 

Roman looked on at you with a scowl.

“The water is getting cold, Ro. You either waste this lovely bath or you get in and just let me hold you.” 

He looked over his shoulder, like a stranger may burst in and revoke his masculinity card if he let you be the big spoon. You wanted to poke fun at the action, but kept your mouth shut. He was unbelievably fragile at this moment, and all he needed was your kindness and protection. 

“I’m supposed to take care of you,” he carped, “I’m supposed to protect you, y'know? Not the other way around.” 

“I’m not allowed to take care of you?” 

“No, it’s just,” Roman frowned, “I’m supposed to be the one who fixes. I’m supposed to take care of you.” 

“And you do. But right now, I am taking care of you. And I always will, whenever I can and whenever you need it. It’s just a part of the deal.” 

“Why?” he asked, his voice suddenly null of all angry testosterone, and full of vulnerability. 

“Because I love you, Roman. I am hopelessly and utterly in love with you,” you shrugged lightly, “and that just means that I will always take care of you.”

You said this to him so frankly and so decisively that it left so room for him to argue or pout. You had told him a resounding fact and it was clear you wouldn’t hear otherwise. 

After an uncomfortable thirty seconds of shifting his weight between his heels as he stood on the cold tile, Roman stepped into the water and settled against your chest. 

You rounded your arms into the water and to hold him around his middle and hooked your feet over his shins. 

Roman’s height, even now, dwarfed your own. He could easily and comfortably recline his head over your shoulder and against the tub. You hummed with peaceful satisfaction and slowly felt Roman relax against you. His tight muscles unraveled from their persistent tension, and he let his body be molded by the soothing water into his usually relaxed stature. 

For a while, you both sat in content silence. The only sound in the room was the gentle slosh of the water and your matching even breaths. You stroked the skin of his stomach with nimble fingers, rounding his belly button and going through the hair above his groin. You ran your thumbs over the hollow of his ribs and over his protruding hip bones.

“(Y/N)?” 

“Yeah?” 

Roman twisted against you to be able to look you in the eye, “I love you, too.” 

“I know, honey,” you placed a kiss to his nose and he smiled softly. 

Though, his lips slowly flattened again and he looked at you earnestly, “I don’t want you to worry about protecting me. It really is my job.” 

You weren’t going to argue gender roles and Roman’s twisted ideas of honor and rights then, so you just nodded. 

“Ok, baby. You can protect me again tomorrow.” 

And that seemed to satiate whatever macho part of his was blazing in his chest to turn back around and snuggle into you. 

Surrounded by tempted water and all things Roman, your pain was briefly smothered by love, which really, was the best you could do. And that was more than ok for now. 

is it strikingly similar to my other one shots? ya. do i care? meh, not really. do i still hope you liked it? yes!!! 

feedback is greatly appreciated, so if you did enjoy this, lemme know (:

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Lovestruck in the Lab

Pairing: Kang Taehyun x Reader

Genre: Fluff, lab partner! au

Word Count: 953

Warnings: a small explosion, reader gets hurt

Credits: Beta-read by @hoes4hoseok​ from Moa’s Writers’ Cabin

Summary: There was a small explosion in the lab and lab partner! Taehyun is assigned to take you to the nurse’s office.

“Okay, class. Now the next step is a little dangerous so you must be extremely careful. No zoning out or fooling around.” Your teacher caught sight of you daydreaming and walked up to your desk. She slammed the textbook in her hand onto the table, immediately snapping you out of it. “Y/n! Care to recite to the class what I just said?” You looked up at her guiltily, lifting your head from where it was propped on your arms before shaking your head.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought. How about we focus on the class and not on boys, hm?” Your face flushed a bright red. BYE, MY FACE CAN’T DO THIS BUT IDC Everyone and their mother knew about your crush on Kang Taehyun, one of the it-boys at your school (and the smartest one at that). He also happened to be your chemistry lab partner. When you first walked into the class and saw that you were assigned to sit next to him you thanked every god out there, but now, seeing as you get distracted by his side profile every few seconds, you wish you never existed.

You turned to look at the boy beside you, taking note of his red ears. Is he ok? His ears aren’t usually that red. I hope he’s not sick. No, Y/n! Focus! You snapped out of your thoughts for the second time that day to find Taehyun staring back at you with a look of confusion. It was only then that you realized that you had never turned away from the handsome boy. It didn’t seem possible, but you blushed harder than before, quickly diverting your attention to the beaker in front of you. You could feel Taehyun’s gaze on the side of your face for a bit before he too turned back to the experiment. You let out a quiet sigh of relief once he wasn’t looking at you anymore.

“Alright, now that everyone is listening,” the teacher glanced in your direction as she spoke, “Let’s move onto the next step. Now, I need one of you to take the Zinc and pour it into the beaker of water while your lab partner records what happens. Make sure you use the right chemicals. Go ahead!” Taehyun turned to you when your teacher gave you the green light.

“Okay, can you pour in the Zinc while I write down our observations?” You only nodded your head, too nervous to speak. You looked at the different chemicals displayed and gulped, not knowing which was which.

“Uh, Taehyun. Which is Zinc?”

“The clear one,” he replied without looking at you. You looked around finding it fairly easily. Ok. Here goes nothing. You poured in the whole test tube. Taehyun looked up from his paper, ready to write down anything that happened when he noticed something weird. The compound was bubbling. He had done this experiment before (you know, being the smart-ass that he is), and there wasn’t supposed to be a reaction. His eyes widened in shock as the beaker exploded and quickly backed away before any glass could cut him. You, on the other hand, weren’t as lucky. Although your eyes were protected by your goggles, the rest of your face wasn’t and you obtained shallow cuts on your forehead, cheeks, and hands.

“Oh my goodness! Y/n are you ok? What happened?” Your teacher directed the last question to Taehyun who was wearing a worried expression.

“I don’t know. I told them to pour in the Zinc and then this happened.” Your teacher looked at the empty test tube and immediately knew what happened. She facepalmed at your idiocy. You had accidentally poured in Lithium instead of Zinc. Did they not see the “DO NOT USE” sign!?

“You know what, it doesn’t matter. Taehyun, can you please escort Y/n to the nurse’s office?” Taehyun nodded before gently grabbing your hand and dragging you out of the classroom. If it wasn't for the pain that it caused you, you definitely would’ve had a goofy smile on your face. You looked down at your shoes as the two of you walked, trying to distract yourself from the fact that the guy you’ve had a crush on for a year was holding your hand.

“Are...are you ok?” You looked up wide-eyed. He had never spoken to you outside of class before and you certainly didn’t expect him to ever now that you ruined the lab.

“I’m f-fine! Just a couple of scratches. T-thanks.” Oh my god. Get a grip! “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to ruin the experiment.” Taehyun flashed you a dimpled smile and you almost melted on the spot. He looked so cute that you wanted to just reach over and squish his cheeks.

“It’s ok. We can just redo it during our free period. I’m just glad you weren’t hurt too bad.”

“Y-you are!?” Taehyun didn’t say anything, instead, he stopped in front of a door that you recognized to be the nurse’s office. He nodded his head in farewell before heading back in the direction that the two of you came from. “B-bye!”

He didn’t turn to look at you, only raising his hand in a wave. You smiled at his retreating figure, sliding down the door with a lovestruck expression on your face.

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1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans? wine glasses 😌✨they make me feel fancy yk how it is

2. chocolate bars or lollipops? lollipops ✨dunno why im like this but here i am ig

3. bubblegum or cotton candy? bubblegum bcs?? have yall tried the hello kitty grape bubblegum??? that shit slaps

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you? as was with every gay person “a pleasure to have in class”

5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups? cans bcs then i can crush it with my hands and flex on everyone else

6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear? goth and formal bcs uhh yeah 

7. earbuds or headphones? earbuds 🤧i dont like the fact that people can hear ur music with headphones

8. movies or tv shows? uHHH i’d have to say tv shows 😩i can pay more attention to shorter episodes yk

9. favorite smell in the summer? the mix of humid summer air and those mosquito candles

10. game you were best at in p.e.? bro im gay did u actually think i would be good at pe 

11. what you have for breakfast on an average day? i don’t 🥰thanks for asking!

12. name of your favorite playlist? either songs for when the drip or fuck i got blood on my nice white shirt

13. lanyard or key ring? keyrings r better dont @ me

14. favorite non-chocolate candy? black licorice cats 😳😳they’re so good like holy shit

15. favorite book you read as a school assignment? the bell jar 😔👉👈its one of my favorite books to this day

16. most comfortable position to sit in? on the floor or with my legs hanging over the arm of the chair

17. most frequently worn pair of shoes? leopard print slip ons 🙈🙈they’re so comfortable i stg

18. ideal weather? snowy so i can just sit inside with the fireplace going and do some writing 

19. sleeping position? uHHHH idk what to call it but i think the closest thing is fetal position 😭

20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)? honestly whatever scrap of paper is closest 😭im not picky

21. obsession from childhood? dinosaurs. that’s it that’s the post.

22. role model? i have a few but markiplier (cringe ik) and john green r my main ones🤧🤧🤧i just look up to them a lot yk

23. strange habits? i always have to knock on a door 5 times before entering and okay that might seem excessive but as it turns out idc

24. favorite crystal? malachite or tiger’s eye 😳

25. first song you remember hearing? brown sugar by the rolling stones 😭my mom used to have sticky fingers on vinyl so she used to play it constantly

26. favorite activity to do in warm weather? swim even tho i am AWFUL at it

27. favorite activity to do in cold weather? play in the snow or just sit inside with the fire going bcs im literally 5 years old mentally

28. five songs to describe you? she’s out of her mind by blink 182, goddamn by never loved, do what you want by ok go, impressive depressive by bad luck, and true romance by she wants revenge

29. best way to bond with you? just talk to me straight up or send me music recs pls

30. places that you find sacred? cemeteries and abandoned schools. they have a rlly specific vibe to them ngl

31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names? uhhh so its rlly just my docs, black jeans, a mesh type undershirt and whatever top shirt i pull out of my drawer

32. top five favorite vines? is that a police??? im calling the weed❗❗, stAHp i could’ve dropped my croissant, that one where the alien’s walking on the treadmill, summer solstice summer summer solstice, and zach stop 

33. most used phrase in your phone? ‘omfg what the fuck’ bcs for some reason thats my automatic response to anything

34. advertisements you have stuck in your head?  whatever the fuck the ad for the 2001 buick lesabre was 

35. average time you fall asleep? like uHHH 12:15 am 🤧

36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing? doge 😭😭idk why i remember it so vividly but my sister showed me the orignal doge meme and i thought it was the funniest shit

37. suitcase or duffel bag? suitcase 🤧they make me feel cool

38. lemonade or tea? both 🙈i’m an arnold palmer kinda mf

39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie? lemon meringue pie 🤧banger dessert methinks

40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school? a fence caught on fire in front of the science rooms bcs someone was smoking weed on the roof and threw their blunt on the dead bushes and everything went downhill from there

41. last person you texted? my grandma asking her if she could pick up some tomatoes from vons 🧍‍♂️

42. jacket pockets or pants pockets? JACKET POCKETS SUPREMACY❗❗❗

43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket? ngl i wear all of those but i gotta go with the hoodie 🤧🤧

44. favorite scent for soap? lavender or vanilla rose😌✨

45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero? sci-fi bcs uhh yea fuck it thats why

46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in? just an oversized shirt that’s it that’s the post

47. favorite type of cheese? swiss or havarti and you can fight me on that

48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be? pineapple 😌😌😌

49. what saying or quote do you live by? ‘fuck’ -markiplier 2021

50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=553CfZAADag i swear the first time i saw that i laughed so hard i thought i was gonna die

51. current stresses? everything; next question

52. favorite font? comic sans bcs im 8 years old 

53. what is the current state of your hands? smoov and v well taken care of 

54. what did you learn from your first job? capitalism is the root of all evil and that traditional working is outdated also raise the minimum wage 

55. favorite fairy tale? vasilii the beggar 🤧🤧idk if anyone else knows it but its always been one of my favorites

56. favorite tradition? every year during rosh hashanah we go over to my uncle and tia’s house and i absolutely kick ass at mariokart bcs all my cousins suck at itn also lighting the hannukiah (hanukkah menorah)

57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome? low self esteem, anxiety over literally everything, and an inferiority complex (now replaced with a fucking god complex bcs there’s no inbetween for me)

58. four talents you’re proud of having? i can play like a bunch of instruments, im rlly good at writing, i’m good at building things and doing things with my hands, and i can identify what song’s playing rlly fast if i know it🤧

59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be? motherfucker or son of a bitch 😊😊😊

60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be? slice of life like bro just please give me a break

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I said I was going to just answer all of these bc of boredom,, and so here I am

1. Coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans? Teacups are aesthetically pleasing idc what anyone says

2. Chocolate bars or lollipops? Lollipops

3. Bubblegum or cotton candy? Cotton candy supremacy

4. How did your elementary school teachers describe you? I was told that I was a leader a lot, and was told that I was very intelligent. Ah yes, I suffered from gifted kid burn out in high school-

5. Do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups? Look, plastic cups are the best. Specifically the ones with the lids and reusable straws

6. Pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear? It truly depends on the day bc some days I would say goth and other days I’d say grunge, but most days- pastel

7. Earbuds or headphones? Earbuds

8. Movies or TV shows? TV shows bc- idk actually I’m just not a movie person

9. Favorite smell in the summer? I have a weird obsession with the smell of cheap sunscreen and I have no clue why

10. Game you were best at in p.e.? I hated gym in high school and rarely participated despite the teacher being irritated with me (truly she gave up after a few months bc I really did not care at all) HOWEVER- I went to town in volleyball and still enjoy playing volleyball v much

11. What do you have for breakfast on an average day? I don’t eat breakfast often,,, 

12. Name of your favorite playlist? Probably my Navy or Indigo playlist

13. Lanyard or key ring? Key ring 

14. Favorite non-chocolate candy? Anything green apple!!!

15. Favorite book you read as a school assignment? I actually genuinely enjoyed Romeo And Juliet tbh

16. Most comfortable position to sit in? I always curl up in a ball on the couch, but in a chair I manspread ngl

17. Most frequently worn pair of shoes? Nike slides <//3

18. Ideal weather? Between 50-70 degrees, sunny but not warm, being able to wear a hoodie and not be hot or cold

19. Sleeping position? I usually either sleep on my left side or on my stomach (my back once in a while when it’s hurting bc I’m a hag)

20. Preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)? I write on my phone more than anything

21. Obsession from childhood? Hm- I was really obsessed with High School Musical as a kid. My friend and I would put it on and lip sync to the songs and pretend we were the characters

22. Role model? Is it- wrong to say myself? Bc I feel like that sounds arrogant but genuinely it’s bc I’m constantly trying to better myself mentally and learn and grow. Idk I just am proud of who I am and look to myself when I need to find motivation

23. Strange habits? Strange? Idk if it’s strange but I’m constantly twiddling with the hem of my sleeves bc I love the feeling of it

24. Favorite crystal? Citrine 

25. First song you remember hearing? WH- bitch idk tf

26. Favorite activity to do in warm weather? Stay tf inside in the air conditioning

27. Favorite activity to do in cold weather? Stay tf inside in the heat

28. Five songs to describe you? To describe me?? Girl idk I'm all over the place. How about songs that resonate with me instead,,, Alive by Khalid, Paranoid by Lauv, Phobia by Dvwn, Fake Smile by Ariana Grande, and Breathin by Ariana Grande

29. Best way to bond with you? Truly I'm not very difficult to get along with, just don't be an asshole. Talk to me about psychology, current events, say Soobin is the cutest to exist idk it's not that hard

30. Places that you find sacred? I- hm. I'm not like a church person or anything so idk. Maybe just anything really old or places with very detailed and unique architecture

31. What outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names? I don't own many clothes,,, let alone nice clothes. I also don't really dress to impress I'd much rather be comfortable

32. Top five favorite vines? Oh god if I h a d to pick???? The lipstick in the Valentino bag, they were roommates, it's an avocado- thaaanks, jared 19, and uh,,, zach stooppp you're gonna get in trouble

33. Most used phrase in your phone? Tbh it's probably "girl what-" or "no bc"

34. Advertisements you have stuck in your head? That 877-CASH-NOW ONE JFC

35. Average time you fall asleep? Between 11pm-1am

36. What is the first meme you remember ever seeing? Probably the troll face one or smth

37. Suitcase or duffel bag? Suitcase

38. Lemonade or tea? I mix them together!

39. Lemon cake or lemon meringue pie? Lemon meringue pie bc I don't really like cake

40. Weirdest thing to ever happen at your school? Y'all I- went to a hs/college mixed school,, I've seen it all. Weirdest?? Idk but one weird thing I remember was when we were making whistles in art and some dude made a penis whistle 😭

41. Last person you texted? My best friend :))

42. Jacket pockets or pants pockets? Jacket pockets

43. Hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket? Hoodie 100%

44. Favorite scent for soap? I love soaps that smell like soap. Like ok duh I know that sounds dumb but yk what I mean? I don't want lemon or mint or whatever, I like the plain soap smell

45. Which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero? Fantasy

46. Most comfortable outfit to sleep in? Oversized t-shirt, no pants. I question anyone that is comfortable sleeping with pants on-

47. Favorite type of cheese? Feta!

48. If you were a fruit, what kind would you be? I feel like I'd be a pineapple and I have no clue why

49. What saying or quote do you live by? Not necessarily a quote but more of a thought: live for yourself, enjoy each day, do what gives you joy

50. What made you laugh the hardest you ever have? I have had so many instances in which I have laughed so hard I peed and to even attempt to name one is impossible

51. Current stresses? Making sure my family gets their vaccines and stays safe

52. Favorite font? I don't think I have one? Anything except comic sans

53. What is the current state of your hands? What does this even mean 💀 I mean,, they're holding my phone, cold, and my nails are unpolished

54. What did you learn from your first job? That people are assholes but I'm capable of not giving a fuck bc life is not that damn serious

55. Favorite fairy tale? Is The Three Little Pigs considered a fairy tale?

56. Favorite tradition? Putting up the Christmas tree with my mom :( it's always a lot of fun

57. The three biggest struggles you’ve overcome? Depression, grief, and hopefully one day- smth I'm currently dealing with

58. Four talents you’re proud of having? Makeup!! But also: singing, crying on command, and tying cherry stems with my tongue

59. If you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be? Sick of these bitches

60. If you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be? I don't watch anime so idk

61. Favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.? It's this line from Eleanor & Park: "Eleanor was right: She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn't supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something."

62. Seven characters you relate to? Holy hell, 7?? Probably won't get that many but hm,,, Darlene from Roseanne, Hermione from Harry Potter, Emily from Pretty Little Liars maybe?? Idk I suddenly blanked

63. Five songs that would play in your club? As if it's Your Last by BP, anything from SHINee, anything from Ariana, also anything Rihanna, just a bunch of women tbh

64. Favorite website from your childhood? FUCKING WEBKINZ BRO

65. Any permanent scars? I have a few on my arms idk where they came from tbh, I also have one on my hand from my sister 🧍🏻‍♀

66. Favorite flower(s)? Sunflowers!!! I also really love lilacs 💔

67. Good luck charms? My dog's collar that I wear as a bracelet

68. Worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried? Licorice-

69. A fun fact that you don’t know how you learned? It takes repeating a piece of information 12 times at random to memorize it completely

70. Left or right handed? Right

71. Least favorite pattern? Fucking chevron- and realistic camo, and anything with the American flag

72. Worst subject? Yall im awful at history. American history, world history, all of it-

73. Favorite weird flavor combo? Either pickles and peanut butter or cheese and grapes

74. At what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen? I'm stubborn but also always in pain so I've become numb to a lot of body pains. I have to be at like a 7-8 before I take smth otherwise I'd always be taking it

75. When did you lose your first tooth? I was probably like 5 I was definitely in Kindergarten

76. What’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)? I fw baked potatoes

77. Best plant to grow on a windowsill? I have a love for succulents

78. Coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store? Oh my- I don't drink coffee but coffee from a gas station

79. Which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo? Driver's license for sure

80. Earth tones or jewel tones? Jewel tones

81. Fireflies or lightning bugs? I say both,, but I think I say lightning bugs more

82. PC or console? PC

83. Writing or drawing? Both

84. Podcasts or talk radio? Podcasts definitely

84. Barbie or polly pocket? Barbie

85. Fairy tales or mythology? Fairy tales

86. Cookies or cupcakes? C o o k i e s

87. Your greatest fear? Losing people I love

88. Your greatest wish? To live comfortably and be a great mother

89. Who would you put before everyone else? My family

90. Luckiest mistake? Guessing on 90% of a test and getting an A 💀

91. Boxes or bags? Bags are easier to carry-

92. Lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights? Fairy lights!!

93. Nicknames? Sam, Sammi, my sister calls me Sams, my best friend calls me Bub, and my gf calls me Baby if that counts- 👀

94. Favorite season? Fall omg it's gorgeous and has perfect temperatures

95. Favorite app on your phone? ✨tumblr✨

96. Desktop background? Its literally a pic of Soobin, Taehyun, and Beomgyu

97. How many phone numbers do you have memorized? Like 4-5

98. Favorite historical era? The one where white people learn their fucking place and stop being racist, homophobic, classist, sexist, all the -ists and -phobics,,,, so none. Fuck history :))

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wasn’t tagged by anyone, but I just felt like doing it cuz i’m bored

LAST:

1. Drink: water 2. Phone call: to my mom 3. Text message: “ok” - to my mom 4. Song you listened to: diamant byt rammstein 5. Time you cried: today

HAVE YOU:

6. Dated someone twice: kinda 7. Kissed someone and regretted it: no 8. Been cheated on: i guess you could say that 9. Lost someone special: yes 10. Been depressed: yes 11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: yes

LIST 3 FAVORITE COLORS:

12. black 13. red 14. i like orange lately

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU:

15. Made new friends: yes 16. Fallen out of love: yes 17. Laughed until you cried: yes! 18. Found out someone was talking about you: yeah, it was fun 19. Met someone who changed you: oh hell yes 20. Found out who your friends are: i guess 21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list: yup

GENERAL:

22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: about half? 3/4? 24. Do you want to change your name: i wish, but sadly i can’t 25. What did you do for your last Birthday: i honestly have no clue, but it sucked 26. What time did you wake up: 12 am 27. What were you doing at midnight last night: waking up 28. Name something you can’t wait for: my weight loss, rammstein shows 29. When was the last time you saw your mom: a week ago 30. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life: date of birth maybe? 31. What are you listening right now: polish true crime channel 32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: to a polish equivalent, yes 34. Most visited Website: tumblr and youtube

LOST QUESTIONS

35. Mole/s: got’em 36. Mark/s: yup 37. Childhood dream: being a work-from-home translator 38. Haircolour: natual light brown, currently red 40. Do you have a crush on someone: yes:) 41. What do you like about yourself: i’ve ran out of ideas smh 42. Piercings: currently have my ears pierced, medusa, left nostril, had: snakebites 43. Bloodtype: 0Rh- i think 44. Nickname: szymi, wbimek, bimbim and variations of these 45. Relationship status: single, but taken mentally for ever 46. Zodiac: pisces 47. Pronouns: she/her 48. Favorite TV Show: dark 49. Tattoos: nauthiz and algis on my middle fingers, sasha velour on my left forearm 50. Right or left hand: right 51. Surgery: had one, when i was like 7, not srs 52. Hair dyed in different color: busted, im a redhead 55. Vacation: not a fan of trips tbh, i like to stay home 56. Pair of trainers: my favorites are ankle-high vans and adidas tubular, converse too

MORE GENERAL:

57. Eating: i love kasha with avocado, tomato and olive oil lately 58. Drinking: monster ultra white 59. I’m about to: go to buy monster ultra white 61. Waiting for: 9am, so i can go and run errands 62. Want: a normal sleep schedule 63. Get married: why not 64. Career: not sure, something related to german/english language

WHICH IS BETTER

65. Hugs or kisses: hugs 66. Lips or eyes: lips 67. Shorter or taller: taller, but idc honestly 68. Older or younger: older 70. Nice arms or nice stomach: arms 71. Sensitive or loud: loud 72. Hook up or relationship: relationship 73. Troublemaker or hesitant: troublemaker

HAVE YOU EVER:

74. Kissed a stranger: no 75. Drank hard liquor: yes 76. Lost glasses/contact lenses: yes 77. Turned someone down: yes 78. Sex in the first date: no 79. Broken someone’s heart: i don’t know, possibly 80. Had your heart broken: yes 81. Been arrested: no 82. Cried when someone died: yes 83. Fallen for a friend: yes

DO YOU BELIEVE IN:

84. Yourself: sometimes 85. Miracles: not really 86. Love at first sight: kinda 87. Santa Claus: never did 88. Kiss on the first date: yes? 89. Angels: not really

OTHER:

90. Current best friends name: i don’t feel like i have one at the moment 91. Eyecolour: brown-green-yellowish 92. Favorite movie: se7en

@atomic-fraulein @beauty-at-matrix​ @followthecreeper @amura - if ya bored, i got u covered

[meapla23]

Fairy Emoji Review

Do people still like these? Eh idc doing it anyway

I like the hair and the outfit! The yellow skin tone is a bit jarring though. Wings are pretty good. Shading’s a bit wonky but you know that’s apple. Looks like the fairy that would live in your grandma’s garden. 9/10 

Ok umm... what the heck is she wearing. Is that a leotard? Not a good look, sweetie. Purple hair is a bit odd, but I do like the wings. Back to the leotard, what is that gradient? Looks like it was that time of month again I guess. 4/10

What the hell, Microsoft? Looks like a Tinker Bell rip-off. Where’s the body? Wings are too pointy. That green shirt is not a good look, especially with the Trump-esque skin tone. Looks dead inside 0/10

Cute!!! Pretty!!! Wholesome!!! I love her purple dress with the gradient, and the hair is pretty as well. The wings look like they took the good parts of Apple’s and Google’s. She does look a bit dead inside though, like she’s plotting to murder you. 8/10

Better version of Microsoft. She does look like a five year old in a halloween costume though. Would be better if she had a body. Looks sad to be here. Who hurt you, sweetie? Her outfit is a little green for my taste. 4/10

Okay this one is still just another Tinker Bell rip-off. At least she doesn’t have the black outline. Her dress/shirt looks pointy and uncomfortable. Why are her lips red? Is she a vampire fairy? She looks soulless. Don’t look at her at night, she will come for you. 1/10 

Pardon my French, but WHAT IS THIS SH*T FACEBOOK? Looks like a fricking alien butterfly if I saw this I would squash her like a bug. -4/10 would not trust at all

Why is her hair and face so detailed, while everything else is so solid? Her face scares me. Looks haunted and psychopathic. She’s going to murder you with that wand 1/10

OH MY GOSH THIS FAIRY

I CAN’T BREATH I’M LAUGHING SO HARD SHE LOOKS SO DISTRESSED AS SHE’S HURDLING FORWARD AT THE SPEED OF LIGHT WITH HER UGLY-A*S DRESS AND HER LEGS AND ARMS JUST FLAILING

-10/10 BUT I LOVE THIS EMOJI BASED ON HOW TERRIBLE IT IS LMAO

[binnieheart]

92 questions

tagged by my lovely girl Kat who has never in any way bullied me and has always been there through the thick and thin for me bless you Kat what an angel @artist-aroha 

The Last:

1. Drink: Water

2. Phone Call: My sister cuz she had the friggin nerve to eat my sushi wth

3. Text Message: “MY SISTER JUST TALKED IN HER SLEEP AND IT FRICKIN SCARED ME LIKE WOW” to my fave Jackie 

4. Song you listened to: Pretty U by seventeen

5. Time you cried: lol this morning can you believe 

Have You:

6. Dated someone twice: no I've never dated anyone

7. Kissed someone and regretted it: yikes I've never done anything with anyone

8. Been cheated on: nope

9. Lost someone special: too dang many

10. Been depressed: heck yes

11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: yikes no I'm a smol child

List 3 Favorite Colors:

12-14: Forest green, aqua blue, and peach

In The Last Year Have You:

15. Made new friends: yes altho i’m regretting it now jokes i love you all even tho it’s hard

16. Fallen out of love: nope

17. Laughed until you cried: YES LIKE PLZ YALL ARE KILLIN ME

18. Found out someone was talking about you: lol yeah it was v awkward

19. Met someone who changed you: yes bless them

20. Found out who your friends are: um i guess this is a weird question but yeah 

21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list: I ain’t ever kissed anyone 

General:

22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: um all of them but tbh i don’t use Facebook anymore

23. Do you have any pets: yeah a black cat I'm love him v much

24. Do you want to change your name: lol nope I like Jane,, i’ve had people call me Shane b4 tho so whatever floats your boat

25. What did you do for your last birthday: um tbh I don’t remember but i probably went and got a slushie with my sis

26. What time did you wake up: 4:30 am because I can’t sleep

27. What were you doing at midnight last night: Crying over Park Jinwoo lemme tell you that guy is too much

28. Name something you can’t wait for: um there’s nothing i’m really waiting for i’m just living life as it goes ya feel

29. When was the last time you saw your mum: like five hours ago

30. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life: tbh there’s not anything that I could change without having disastrous effects but yeah i guess i like my life as it is rn

31. What are you listening to rn: my siblings are watching the last airbender rn and i’m listening to them screech over it bless their souls

32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: yah actually the guy who does my hearing check ups is named Tom

33. Something that is getting on your nerves: people that put locks on the pantry door like listen if your child is eating be happy thank you v much

34. Most visited website: Youtube

Last Questions. I Just Put In A Random Info About Me:

35. Mole/s: one on my arm

36. Marks: i have a scar from my collarbone to a lil bit past my sternum nd then i have a bunch of scars above my right ear and then like a scar on my knee

37. Childhood Dream: Animator

38. Haircolor: Brown

39. Long or short hair: Long

40. Do you have a crush on someone: ew yes it sucks

41. Piercings: lol no i already have a lot going on in my ears

42. Bloodtype: i think I'm type b

43. Nickname: Shane, JanJan

44. Relationship Status: single as a pringle but I'm not sure if i wanna mingle

45. Zodiac: Scorpio

46. What do you like about yourself: um i don't like myself but um i guess i have nice hair idk and I'm p good with lipstick lol

47. Favorite TV show: AVATAR THE LAST AIRBENDER LIKE WOW MY CHILDHOOD HMU WITH THAT SHIZ

48. Tattoos: none

50. Right or Left hand: Right

51. Surgery: yeah like three?

52. Hair dyed in different color: i’ve never dyed my hair but i wanna go crazy and dye it purple that’d be fun 

53. Sport: um volleyball i guess WAIT DANCE IS A SPORT I DO DANCE

54. pair of trainers: i have black ones

More General:

57. Eating: yo I love food i will eat almost anything i won’t love it but ill eat it

58. Drinking: waTER

59. I’m about to: go hang w my sister b4 she leaves for college yet again

60. Waiting for: life to begin AYYYY where my once on this island hoes at

61. Want to: eat 

62. Get married: ya if that ever happens like what are the chances of someone liking me that much yikes

63. Career: I wanna major in Theatre Tech and Design and hopefully get a career somewhere in that area

Which Is Better:

65. Hugs or kisses: BOTH

66. Lips or eyes: Eyes but listen if i’m staring at your mouth it’s cuz i’m lipreading you ok

67. Shorter or Taller: idk i guess taller

68. Older or Younger: idc

69. I don’t like waffles

70. Nice arms or nice stomach: I don’t even care like if you have a nice personality i will love you for the rest of my life

71. Sensitive or loud: lol both 

72. Hook up or relationship: relationship

73. Troublemaker or hesitant: both but probably leaning towards troublemaker

Have You Ever:

74. Kissed a stranger: nope

75. Drank hard liquor: no but i’ve attempted to drink ice b4 does that count as hard liquor,,,

76. Lost glasses/contacts: all the dang time

77. Turned someone down: lol no i’ve never had someone to turn down unless you mean like someone offered me a piece of cake and i was like ayy bro i’d rather not eat that then yes

78. Sex in the first date: lol nope never dated anyone

79. Broken someone’s heart: if i have i’m sorry fam

80. Had your heart broken: yup every single day kmn

81. Been arrested: onstage, but not irl

82. Cried when someone died: yeah i really didn’t think they were gonna go but they did and idk how i feel about it

83. Fallen for a friend: oh boi yeah

Do You Believe In:

84. Yourself: I guess? like if i tried hard enough i could do anything i want

85. Miracles: yes

86. Love at first sight: nah but i think attraction at first sight is real

87. Santa Claus: listen y’all i found out he wasn’t real in 2nd grade cuz my dad was a hoe and told me

88. Kiss in the first date: idk sure

89. Angels: yes

Other:

90. Current best friend: Jackson altho we’ve been kinda drifting apart lately so and we’re not like best best friends he’s just the closest thing i’ve to a best friend but I wouldn’t really say i’ve ever had a best friend idk fam,,, other than that i like to float around in large groups of people

91. Eyecolor: light brown

92. Favorite movie: Room With A View,, it’s quality plz watch it y’all

lol if you managed to actually read through this entire thing props to you i love you have a good day

[sunnysidewrites]

92 Questions Tag

tagged by the lovely @kakaotaeks​ rIP I DONT EVEN KNOW WHY IM DOING THIS BUT,,,, GET TO KNOW ME!!! 

THE LAST

drink: water

phone call: my dad LOL

text message: my irl friend

song you listened to: honeyst - like you wHICH IS A BOP STOP SLEEPING ON HONEYST

time you cried: i dont remember,,,, i cry quite easily,,,,,,

dated someone twice: lmAO GOOD ONE

kissed someone and regretted it: LMAO!!! GOOD ONE!!!

been cheated on: i have to date someone in order for this to happen

lost someone special: a relative :((

been depressed: not depressed but there have been times where i just felt useless!!!

gotten drunk and thrown up: no

3 FAVORITE COLORS

purple/lavender

light blue

aqua green

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU

made new friends: yes a few but not much!

fallen out of love: no what does it feel like to be in love,,, i wonder,,,

laughed until you cried: i woulDNT BE SURPRISED IF I DID

found out someone was talking about you: um,,, idk,,,,, but i also definitely wouldn’t be surprised,,,,,,,,,,,,,

met someone who changed you: hm not sure i got really close with a few people tho

found out who your friends are: uhhhhh,,, i guess???????

kissed someone on your Facebook list: i never kissed anyone, period

GENERAL

how many Facebook friends do you know in real life: almost all

do you have any pets: no cAN SOMEONE PLS GIVE ME A PUPPY!!!

do you want to change your name: there were times where i thought other names sounded better but at the end of the day i love my name!!

what did you do for your last birthday: i bought a cake,,, that’s it

what time did you wake up: i have summer class so i gotta wake up at around 9, 8 sometimes, but usually i wake up at like 10

what were you doing at midnight last night: ,,,,,tumblr,,,,,,,, gdi why am i like this

name something you can’t wait for: to master what i wanna pursue

when was the last time you saw your mom: like an hour ago or smth?

what is one thing you wish you could change in your life: me LOL :(

what are you listening to right now: im listening to my calming music playlist sooo,,,

have you ever talked to a person named tom: no wtf lmao wHAT KIND OF QUESTION

something that is getting on your nerves: a lot of things,,, just a lot

most visited website: idk i go on tumblr a lot but there’s also youtube and my email

LOST QUESTIONS

mole(s): yeee

mark(s): yes,,, i think

childhood dream: i wanted to be a lot of things lmao be a teacher, writer, actress, the list goeS ON

hair color: dark dark brown i find the color nice when the sunlight shines on it bc it looks like regular brown!

long or short hair: LONG HAIR FTW

do you have a crush on someone: not really i just find one or two guys cute but not worth investing my time in

what do you like about yourself: nothing lol im trash????

blood type: i DONT KNOW WHAT MY BLOOD TYPE IS :(((

piercings: i have earrings!

nickname: ill keep that a secret

relationship status: married to 6 husbands im single

zodiac: cancer!!!!

pronouns: she/her

favorite tv show: well i love kim possible a lot and for kdramas the list never ends :)))

tattoos: none

right or left handed: right

surgery: none

sport: um?? lol??? im athletically challenged

vacation: i’ve only been to hawaii aND ITS SO BEAUTIFUL I MISS IT!! i wanna go to a bunch of european and asian countries there’s a lot of places i wanna go,,,,

pair of shoes: converse, vans, combat boots, running shoes (lmao i dont exercise tho,,, i just had them for PE)

MORE GENERAL

eating: NOODLES!!!!!!!!!!!!! N O O D L E S!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ESPECIALLY CHOW MEIN AND PASTA AND SPAGHETTI OMG I CAN GO ON FOREVER

drinking: i like drinking water and anything with mint chocolate or just chocolate or mocha,,,, you get the point

I’m about to: do my assignment uGH I WANNA KMS

waiting for: me to get my life together smh

want: food,,,, and sleep,,,,,,,,,,

get married: i mOST DEFINITELY WANNA GET MARRIED but i dont have to worry about that for a while

career: something involving computer science!!

WHICH IS BETTER

hugs or kisses: I AM A STRONG ADVOCATE FOR BOTH and it also depends on the person,,, obviously if its with my s/o both but anyone else is a hug and it also depends on the kiss iDK IT JUST DEPENDS LMAOO

lips or eyes: eyez eyez 

shorter or taller: tall but not way too tall

older or younger: same age or older!!

nice arms or nice stomach: idk i dont really care that’s not the first thing i think about??? y not both idk???? idc????

hook up or relationship: relationship always!!! i only wanna do long-term

troublemaker or hesitant: um idk??? i would say both in appropriate conditions, but rather than troublemaker i would say adventurous i dont want a troublemaker lmao

HAVE YOU EVER

kissed a stranger: no

drank hard liquor: lmao yes but it was at a wedding so like,,,, and that was my only time

lost glasses/contact lenses: no

turned someone down: no one likes me???

sex on the first date: N TO THE O SPELLS NO!!!

broken someone’s heart: not that im aware of,,,, :((

had your heart broken: well yes but not like that

been arrested: no

cried when someone died: yes

fallen for a friend: eh when i was younger but not atm

DO YOU BELIEVE IN

yourself: ,,,,,,,well,,,,, depends,,,,,,,,,,,

miracles: yes sure!!

love at first sight: idk this is where it gets fuzzy,,,, more like attraction at first sight bc thats real dont lie

santa clause: no

kiss on the first date: sure!! depends on how comfortable i am w them but i would like to take things a lil slow

angels: sure??? idk??

OTHER

eye color: brown im boring

favorite movie: dont rlly have one,,,,,, but i like disney movies,,,, :’)))

ok who to tag um i dont really have a lot of ppl to tag so this list is gonna be pretty short: @mintyjihoon @justkpopjokes @mansaeboysbe @7teentexts @chanilovehours and anyone else reading this!! mention me so i can see it!! :)

[lattetae]

get to know me [pt. 21345789] tag 

RULES: you must answer these 92 statements and tag 20 people

tagged by the following sweeties : @puppytae @blumiin @kookmiinie @taeonie

i’ll tag [optional as usual] : @lovekyg @winktaes @donghunny ok i quit i don’t wanna bother 20 people lol but here are some new mutuals so hi!! obvs you don’t have to do this but i just wanted to show recognition! 

THE LAST:

1. drink: coffee

2. phone call: my mum

3. text message: ‘hows it hangin’ @ my friend

4. song you listened to: smooth operator - g.soul (he also just came out with a new hit n it was really good but like…idk i didnt hear as much of his nice voice as i thought i would?? maybe his style is changing since he left jyp idk)

5. time you cried: yesterday

6. dated someone twice: no

7. kissed someone and regretted it: no

8. been cheated on: no

9. lost someone special: all previous pets :’(((  

10. been depressed: i was depressed throughout high school and i think im better now thanks to leaving the shitty 12-16 education system. looking back on how i acted back then is like looking at a different person. but sometimes…i think we just pretend to be happy right?

11. gotten drunk and thrown up: im teetotal, although my sister constantly reminds me that i won’t stay like this for long. 

LIST 3 FAVORITE COLORS:

12-14: fawn, mustard, light green

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU:

15. made new friends: do tumblr buds count? if so - yes. :))) 

16. fallen out of love: no

17. laughed until you cried: yes! 

18. found out someone was talking about you: no 

19. met someone who changed you: people do change us but i don’t meet many lol i need to get out more? 

20. found out who your friends are: i guess i always knew….maybe i need more

21. kissed someone on your facebook list: fb is still breathing???

GENERAL:

22. how many of your facebook friends do you know in real life: n/a

23. do you have any pets: two cheeky little fancy mice and one mischievous red cavapoo

24. do you want to change your name: i think everyone hates their name when they’re young, i always yearned for my name to be something different - ‘the grass is always greener on the other side’. but given the compliments that i get on my name now, i think i have grown to like it :)))

25. what did you do for your last birthday: i went to a chinese restaurant with my parents and my older brother. we had a huge vegetarian banquet (ahhh i hate wasting food so i tried to eat fucking loads lmao). 

26. what time did you wake up: 9.45am

27. what were you doing at midnight last night: watching a girl and three sweetheart - i loved it at first but you know when the storyline just slows its pace in the middle jfdskgfhg i’m like just get together already!!!!!

28. name something you can’t wait for: i need to make a phone call to sort a work placement out n the worry is at the back of my mind 24/7 so i can’t fucking wait until i have made that damn phone call. i’m procrastinating; i hate phoning :((

29. when was the last time you saw your mom: like 1hr ago? she was watching the great british menu lol she loves her cooking programmes (in contrast to me). i think she secretly dreams of working in the catering industry again.

30. what is one thing you wish you could change in your life: i wish that i had more confidence, i think that is the main thing that prevents me from achieving so much more. i doubt myself and i can’t do basic tasks with ease (such as making phone calls or even trying to get a weekend job). in that way, i think i’m such a failure lol. 

31. what are you listening right now:  E66S 卵 - I know where I’m going

32. have you ever talked to a person named Tom: yes (i appreciate the randomness) 

33. something that is getting on your nerves: my own thoughts afhkdsfh just stfu

34. most visited website: youtube

35. mole/s: arms n like a couple on my leggos

36. mark/s: tuan? lol nah i dont have any marks

37. childhood dream: i used to want to be a detective blessss

38. hair color: brown 

39. long or short hair: short

40. do you have a crush on someone: no

41. what do you like about yourself: i make decisions with my heart not my head. a lot of people would call that a weakness. not me lol

42. piercings: three. 2 on one lobe and 1 on the other. i rarely wear rings though bc i can’t fucking get my ball closure rings shut!!:((( i gave up long ago damn i forgot they even existed

43. bloodtype: my parents are both O so i’m guessing that i am an O too…or something went wrong lol 

44. nickname: saff, saffy

45. relationship status: single n ready to– stay single forever

46. zodiac: gemini

47. pronouns: she/her

48. favorite TV Show: six feet under is so good omg like i can rewatch that shit ughhhhhh i can’t recommend enough its just so realistic n deals with issues like death and relationships and internalised homophobia and depression and nymphomania and growing up and growing old. it. is. a. good. one. 

49. tattoos: i want some

50. right or left hand: right hand

51. surgery: i had a partial nail avulsion a couple years ago and it was a wild experience (which involved looots of waiting) but the nhs did me proud in the end :)) the doctor asked me what my fave band was (p!atd) and so he played a playlist of mvs on his little computer screen and all the nurses were reacting to it. 

52. piercing: same

53. sport: what is a sport lol no thx

55. vacation: japan

56. pair of trainers: i don’t own any trainers fkhdjg

MORE GENERAL:

57. eating: avocado skins are next to me - need more clues?

58. drinking: on my way to make another coffee

59. i’m about to: make a coffee

61. waiting for: my life to begin

62. want: to go grocery shopping soon

63. get married: i often romanticise marriage but i know that it has caused my mum to be trapped in her current one so yeah, that’s gonna be a no from me dawg

64. career: veterinary nurse – pls pray that i get all my grades bc im very worried at the moment :(((( 

WHICH IS BETTER?:

65. hugs or kisses: hugs bc they are rare and usually make me cry

66. lips or eyes: ?? both??

67. shorter or taller: taller

68. older or younger: someone with an old soul, but not necessarily old in age

70. nice arms or nice stomach: arms? idc

71. sensitive or loud: both at the same time

72. hook up or relationship: soulmate :’)

73. troublemaker or hesitant: troublemaker

HAVE YOU EVER:

74. kissed a stranger: im sure that i have kissed a strange dog..or rather it invaded my mouth with its tongue ajfhsdkfj does that count

75. drank hard liquor: no

76. lost glasses/contact lenses: who tf loses glasses - no

77. turned someone down: no

78. sex in the first date: no

79. broken someones heart: no

80. had your heart broken: im 17 ffs no lmao 

81. been arrested: no but i got detained in urban outfitters for stealing a ring when i was in high school hahahah. the security guard ran after me and my then friend and dragged us behind into some room and took mugshots on his phone. he then raided our bags… damn he was awful but luckily my friends mum came to pick us up or he said he would take us to the police. then we were banned from the shopping mall for a year and banned from all urban outfitters for 3 years! i havent been in since lmfao

82. cried when someone died: i had to go to a funeral for someone that i didn’t know and i ended up crying because of the atmosphere you know? also of course i have cried at all my previous pets deaths. 

83. fallen for a friend: no

DO YOU BELIEVE IN:

84. yourself: i like to think so but no i don’t aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa i hate myself for doubting myself so much

85. miracles: no

86. love at first sight: no

87. santa claus: of course ;)

88. kiss in the first date: is that even a belief?? i think that it is fine.

89. angels: eg. kim taehyung

OTHER:

90. current best friends name: ginny

91. eyecolor: brown

92. favorite movie: one of my faves is the man from nowhere. it is a korean thriller and a must-watch. one of my favourite english movies is jarhead, because apart from the fact that i love jake g, i also love the theme so much. i think it makes for some really interesting conversation. 

[creamhearts]

Get to know me tag game!

tagged by @solidsnake thanks liana!!!

Answer these 92 statements and tag 20 people

just steal this fam

LAST:

1. Drink: water

2. Phone call: to work asking them to let me in lol

3. Text message: my sister

4. Song you listened to: the best is yet to come - mgs

5. Time you cried: yesterday

HAVE YOU:

6. Dated someone twice: hmmm kinda?

7. Kissed someone and regretted it: nah

8. Been cheated on: yes

9. Lost someone special: no

10. Been depressed: i have depression lol

11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: no

12-14. LIST 3 FAVORITE COLORS: pink, light blue, olive green

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU:

15. Made new friends: yes

16. Fallen out of love: idk?? no?

17. Laughed until you cried:  yea

18. Found out someone was talking about you: ya

19. Met someone who changed you: yeah

20. Found out who your friends are: ye

21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list: no

GENERAL:

22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: mostly all of them

23. Do you have any pets: my cat and my dog

24. Do you want to change your name: nah

25. What did you do for your last Birthday: i went to dinner with my fam then came home and cried bc i had no friends to go out with lol

26. What time did you wake up: 12ish

27. What were you doing at midnight last night: sleeping in dreamland

28. Name something you can’t wait for: to see lady gaga in nov!!!!!!!!

29. When was the last time you saw your mom: this morning

30. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life: my mental health lol

31. What are you listening right now: nothing

32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: ye

33. Something that is getting on your nerves: school already lol

34. Most visited website: tumblr, twitter, youtube, twitch

RANDOM INFO:

35. Mole/s: i got lil birthmarks all over my body

36. Mark/s: i have a scar on my right upper arm

37. Childhood dream: be an artist!

38. Hair color: brown

39. Long or short hair: hmm medium, its p long now tho

41. What do you like about yourself: i can get along with people v easily like i can start talking and get along

42. Piercings: none lol

43. Blood type: o

44. Nickname: lis

45. Relationship status: no

46. Zodiac: scorpio

47. Pronouns: she/her

48. Favorite TV Show: i fucking love every hgtv program, iasip, law and order svu, arrested development

49. Tattoos: none

50. Right or left hand: lefty!!

51. Surgery: i got my wisdom teeth out when i was 16

52. Hair dyed in different color: no

53. Sport: i love tennis and swimming

55. Vacation: i lov didney world but id love to go to disney tokyo

56. Pair of trainers: nike

MORE GENERAL:

57. Eating: im about to go get a sub

58. Drinking: water

59. I’m about to: go drive to get my sub

61. Waiting for: gaga concert.....

62. Want: to transfer schools already

63. Get married: yes bitch

64. Career: graphic designer

WHICH IS BETTER:

65. Hugs or kisses: smocchies

66. Lips or eyes: eyes

67. Shorter or taller: taller and everyone is taller than me so its ok

68. Older or younger: older i guess

70. Nice arms or nice stomach: nice arms

71. Sensitive or loud: sensitive

72. Hook up or relationship: relationship

73. Troublemaker or hesitant: idc lol

HAVE YOU EVER:

74. Kissed a Stranger: no

75. Drank hard liquor: no

76. Lost glasses/contact lenses: yes my poor glasses rip

77. Turned someone down: yes lol

78. Sex on the first date: no

79. Broken someone’s heart: uhhh i dont think so

80. Had your heart broken: yea

81. Been arrested: nope

82. Cried when someone died: ye

83. Fallen for a friend: i only ever really end up liking my friends so idk yes

DO YOU BELIEVE IN:

84. Yourself: no lol

85. Miracles: sometimes

86. Love at first sight:  u mean when i saw revolver ocelot??

87. Santa Claus: no

88. Kiss on the first date: suure depends tho

OTHER:

90. Current best friend name: wink

91. Eye color: brown

92. Favorite movie:  i love alien

ok

[crackerbox-palace]

@errol-harrison tagged me! thanks woah ok here we go! Answer these 92 statements and tag 20 people go to bed

THE LAST: 

 1. Drink: water (an appropriately boring start to this) 

 2. Phone Call: one of my best friends i needed her to pep talk me into breaking up with a dude 

3. Text message: my now ex, he asked if I was ok

 4. Song you listened to: DaNcINg DaYs aRe HeRE aGaiN

 5. Time you cried: today, ,, a lot, like thirty minutes ago,,,

HAVE YOU:

6. Dated someone twice: not yet aka pray 4 me

7. Kissed someone and regretted it: shoutout to my first kiss

 8. Been cheated on: nope 

9. Lost someone special: My half-brother Michael died at 9 months old this January

10. Been depressed: sophomore year-end of junior year, this summer-good question

11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: like two weeks ago? or one week? please NEVER combine carrots and vodka everybody….,,,,,,…,,,,, 

LIST 3 FAVOURITE COLORS: 

12. yellow (in symbolism I don’t wear it)

13. black 

14. a tie between light blue and light pink, I dont really care anymore

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU: 

15. Made new friends: yes! 

16. Fallen out of love: shoutout to three days ago!!!!!!!! 

17. Laughed until you cried: two nights ago, me and my friend got stuck at a shitty concert and memed the whole time

 18. Found out someone was talking about you: yeah, a hot sleazy dude at school had wanted to bang me all four years, it was a full circle for me cause I always thought he was into me

19. Met someone who changed you: why are all of these turning into prompts for me to talk about my ex

20. Found out who your friends are: yes

21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list: I don’t have facebook so I hope not

GENERAL:

 22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: re: #21

23. Do you have any pets: my sweet angel Danny!!!! I love my dog more than I love anything 

24. Do you want to change your name: yes, fuck my last name

 25. What did you do for your last Birthday: my birthday was on my Baccalaureate Mass, which is a 4 hour mass the day before graduation, and then I went home and cleaned my house, and then I got in a fight with my mom and fell asleep crying, and don’t get me started on the next day

26. What time did you wake up: fuck idk 10am??

27. What were you doing at midnight last night: hell if I know what a clock is once the moons out

28. Name something you can’t wait for: nothing at all, except for that father John misty concert I bought one ticket to. yep. just me, living my adult life, going to concerts alone, , , . , 

29. When was the last time you saw your mom: a few hours ago

 30. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life: my life

 31. What are you listening right now: my thoughts

32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: tom peters, aka the dreamiest boy in third grade

33. Something that is getting on your nerves: re: #30

34. Most visited Website: hell if I know anymore, maybe NYT or Tumblr

LOST QUESTIONS. I JUST PUT IN RANDOM INFO ABOUT ME 

35. Mole/s: yep

36. Mark/s: a few, all from my childhood

37. Childhood dream: ya know that Animal Planet show Animal Cop? I wanted to be an Animal Cop. No one ever told me they were just regular cops. it took me a long time to figure it out

38. Haircolour: light brown

 39. Long or short hair: long

 40. Do you have a crush on someone: :’””””””) 

41. What do you like about yourself: thats a complicated question rn but I am going to say everything bc I am a strong independent woman

42. Piercings: ears

43. Bloodtype: ab positive i think 

44. Nickname: I had a shit ton as a kid (miggle, miggie, Maggie moo, miggie moo, etc), my friends call me Bunny now

45. Relationship status: ….… . ,  , . single

46. Zodiac: taurus

 47. Pronouns: she/her

 48. Favourite TV Show: twin peaks, always sunny, Portlandia, the OA, I used to really like Marco Polo

 49. Tattoos: hhhhaaaa my friend gave me one at 4 in the morning in her bathtub using a sewing needle stuck into a pencil, I was listening to I Am the Walrus on full volume on repeat and I may have gotten drunk by the end of it and ended up with a squiggle on my left shoulder, we were 15 and I regret absolutely nothing its a great story and an iconic tattoo

50. Right or left hand: left 

51. Surgery: nope

 52. Hair dyed in different color: I wish

53. Sport: who is she????

 55. Vacation: w h o  i s  s h e??????  actually I went to Florida some time ago and it was terrible fuck the sun

 56. Pair of trainers: my sister took them bc I don’t wear them

MORE GENERAL:

 57. Eating: I just had some cake, before that bread, before that ice cream, before that ravioli, see also: I’m Dying Inside

58. Drinking: water

59. I’m about to: sleep goddamnit

61. Waiting for: sleep goddamnit

62. Want: sleep god— idk maybe some money

63. Get married: nooooooo

64. Career: how do I get money for writing??? without like??? a job??? thanks

 WHICH IS BETTER:

65. Hugs or kisses: hugs 

66. Lips or eyes: v hard to choose, probably eyes

67. Shorter or taller: taller but idc in the end

68. Older or younger: depends (on if I’m making money or not) (just kidding I'd fuck certain older men for free) 

70. Nice arms or nice stomach: idc 

71. Sensitive or loud: sensitive probably 

72. Hook up or relationship: relationship but also I don’t know anything anymore??? whats happening . org 

73. Troublemaker or hesitant: idc

HAVE YOU EVER:

 74. Kissed a stranger: no, yes, kinda, no. definitely no. I’m reading too into this.

75. Drank hard liquor: my stomach hurts reading this 

76. Lost glasses/contact lenses: yes, both

77. Turned someone down: yea

78. Sex in the first date: my last two times, 0/10 don’t recommend to a friend

79. Broken someone’s heart: once sophomore year, another today, god bless the usa

 80. Had your heart broken: WOW OK TODAY IS REALLY AN INCONVENIENT TODAY 2 BE ANSWERING THESE 

81. Been arrested: nope

 82. Cried when someone died: a few times, yeah

83. Fallen for a friend: nope

DO YOU BELIEVE IN: 

84. Yourself: good question

85. Miracles: idc no too religious sounding 

86. Love at first sight: sure

87. Santa Claus: in a pagan way, perhaps ? 

88. Kiss on the first date: re:#78 except highly recommended do whatever you please

89. Angels: re:#87

OTHER: 

90. Current best friends name: re:#23, actually thats too much scrolling, its my dog, Danny

91. Eyecolour: green, with bluish specks

92. Favourite movie: idk? like Across the Universe or Life of Pi or Mr Nobody or Annie Hall

and good god, I can’t think of 20 people to tag and I’m going to bed, sorry Tumblr I’m bad at tumbling I really just prefer to call it gymnastics anyways