#is the movie that the not too hot not too cold quote comes from if you're wondering 😉

[sincerelyneo]

training wheels | z.cl

“it’s not like i’m asking to be your wife”

💿now playing: training wheels by melanie martinez

❯ summary: When your jerk of a boyfriend dumps you for being a virgin, the last thing you expected was to find comfort in your roommate, Chenle. But here you are, and now you're asking him to take your virginity…

❯ pairings: chenle x fem!reader

❯ genre: roommates to lovers, smut

❯ words: 4.9k

❯ tags: 18+ minors dni!, loss of virginity, protected sex, oral sex (fem receiving), fingering, slight innocence kink, fingering, pet names, very fluffy sex, swearing, reader uses she/her pronouns, basically just 4kish works of chenle coaxing you through it.

“It’s not me, it’s you.”

Jeong Jaehyun may have been your first boyfriend, but you’re pretty sure that’s not how that line is supposed to go. At least, that’s not how they say it in the movies. And still, here you are—sitting alone at the little bistro downtown, thirty minutes after he ended things and walked out.

Jaehyun’s made it painfully clear he’s done with you. But, there’s still some small part of you that expected him to come back, apologise, maybe even beg you to forgive him, say he made a mistake. He doesn’t. So you pay for the drink you’ve barely touched and decide to make your way back to your apartment.

The breakup doesn’t hurt in the traditional sense—you weren’t necessarily in love with Jaehyun. He was sweet, sure, and hot enough. But there was always something missing. Maybe that’s why, every time things started to get physical and he wanted to take his pants off, you freaked out and pulled away. Left him hanging. Blue-balled him, as he so charmingly put it. His words, not yours.

What stings is everything he said before he left—because it was honest, and it’s going to follow you into every relationship after him.

"It’s normal for a guy to wanna fuck his girlfriend, Y/N."

"I’ve waited three months."

"If you’re not ready, I’m not interested."

Yeah, you’ve changed your mind, you think he’s an asshole. 

The words circle your mind until you get to your apartment. Your heels click dully against the hallway floor as you fumble with your keys, a sigh escaping before the door even opens.

Chenle, your roommate, is on the sofa. His legs folded underneath him like a child and a deck of playing cards are spread out on the coffee table. Solitaire, probably, knowing him.

He doesn’t look up when you come in, just says, “You’re back early.”

You toe your heels off in the entry way and shrug off your coat, letting it fall onto the back of one of the bar stools as you make your way through the kitchen to join him on the sofa. 

“Yeah,” you mumble, voice scratchy from the cold. “Dinner ended early. Jaehyun decided to break up with me.”

That gets his attention. He glances up, blinking, a three of hearts dangling between his fingers. “Woah. Fuck me. Seriously?”

You nod. “Yep. He said—and I quote—‘It’s not me, it’s you.’”

Chenle lets out a short, incredulous laugh, dropping the card onto the messy pile in front of him. “Damn. What a fucking asshole.”

You flop down beside him, curling your knees up under your chin. “He’s not wrong,” you say, quieter now. “I mean... he kind of had a point.”

Chenle tilts his head at you sceptically. “No chance. Look, I’m no Casanova or anything, but even I know the line is supposed to be ‘it’s not you, it’s me.’”

You shake your head and laugh, defeated. “That’s what I thought too.” Then, a sigh drags itself out of you. “Except... the reason he broke up with me is because he doesn’t think dating a virgin is worth the hassle. That he’s tired of waiting, so he just... left.”

“So... because you didn’t want to sleep with him, he decided you weren’t worth dating?” He asks, leaning back against the couch now, arms crossed.

You glance at him. “Pretty much.”

Chenle doesn’t know what’s more shocking—the fact that you (his pretty little roommate who’s sexier than sin and sweeter than sugar) are still holding onto your v-card, or the fact that your asshole boyfriend, who he never really had a valid reason to hate before, didn’t think you were worth the wait. 

Well, he’s glad he’s got a reason now.

He hums, thinking. “What a dick.”

“I don’t know,” you say softly. “I mean, maybe he’s right. Maybe something is wrong with me. Maybe I’m broken.”

Fuck no. He’s making you erase that thought, asap. 

Chenle straightens, shaking his head. “There’s nothing wrong with you, Y/N. Wanting to wait—or not wanting sex at all—doesn’t mean you’re broken. That’s just... your decision. A good guy would respect that.”

You chew on the edge of your thumbnail, gaze dropping to the floor. It’s a bad habit you can’t quite kick, especially when you’re feeling small.

“It’s not like I don’t want to have sex,” you say eventually, voice so quiet it's almost like you’re confessing something shameful. “I do. I just...I keep dating guys who’ve, like... been with lots of girls. Guys who know what they’re doing. And I don’t. And it makes me feel...” You trail off, cheeks burning and your throat tight. “It makes me feel embarrassed.”

The words hang there, raw and a little pathetic, and you hate how small they make you sound.

Eventually, Chenle shifts beside you, nudging your knee lightly with his. “You know that’s bullshit, right?”

You shrug, because it doesn’t feel like bullshit when you’re the one living it. When you’re the one with the anxiety that won’t let you get past a makeout session with some light petting. 

Chenle huffs a breath, raking a hand through his hair. “Seriously, Y/N. Anyone who makes you feel like you're not enough because you haven’t ticked some box yet is a fucking idiot.” 

That gets a quiet laugh out of you. You finally glance up at him, and his face is serious, sincere in a way that Chenle usually hides behind jokes and sarcasm. He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. 

“You’re not less because you’re waiting. You’re not less because you’re nervous. And you’re definitely not less because you’re a little unsure about what you’re doing.” His voice drops a little, softer now. “You deserve someone patient. Someone who makes you feel good about yourself. Not some dickhead who’s counting down the days like it’s a fucking chore.”

You duck your head, a bitter laugh escaping you. “Easy for you to say. You’re not the one who’s... an adult and still completely clueless.”

Chenle leans in a little, catching your eyes with his own. There’s no teasing there, no judgment—just something warm. 

“Everyone’s clueless the first time. That’s the whole point. You’re not supposed to be good at it. You’re supposed to figure it out with someone who gives a shit about you. Not some guy who’s just trying to get his dick wet.”

You snort at that despite yourself, and Chenle grins, pleased with himself for making you laugh, even if it’s just a little. After a moment, you tilt your head, studying him. 

“Were you... clueless your first time?”

Chenle lets out a bark of laughter, throwing his head back against the couch dramatically. “Oh, hell yeah.”

You smile. “Seriously?”

“Dead serious. It was... honestly, it was embarrassing as fuck. Blew my load in, like, two minutes.” He squeezes his eyes together and shivers at the memory. “The girl was very polite about it, though, but yeah. Mortifying.”

You snort, the mental image almost too hard to believe. In the years you’d been Chenle’s roommate, he’d probably had one situationship—max. You knew he wasn’t exactly a player, and he didn’t fuck around a lot. Christ, he spent his Saturday nights playing solo solitaire on the coffee table.

But still... he was hot. And hot people could always fuck... right?

“Oh my God,” you giggle, covering your mouth. “Two minutes?”

“If that,” he says, eyes crinkling again. “Might’ve been one and a half. I’m a little generous with myself. Male ego and all that.”

You laugh so hard your sides ache, and Chenle’s grin only widens. He likes seeing you laugh—loves it, actually. He thinks he’d like to make you laugh more often. It’s so pretty, the sound, the way your whole face lights up. Why on Earth that asshole you were dating didn’t want to wait longer to hear all the other sounds you’d make is completely beyond him.

When the laughter dies down, the quiet that settles between you isn’t heavy—it’s soft. Comfortable. It gives you a moment to just look at him. And something stirs in your chest, something you can’t quite name.

You and Chenle hadn’t been friends before you moved in together, but he’s always been so nice, so funny, so good to you. Even now, the fact that he’s willing to embarrass himself just to make you feel better… It’s trust.

It’s attractive.

Before you can second-guess it, the words slip out:

“Would you... would you be my first?”

“What—” he gapes at you and his voice cracks halfway through the word. He clears his throat, trying again. “Y/N, you…you can’t just ask stuff like that.”

Your heart stutters, nerves spiking—but before you can backpedal, you see the pink blooming on his cheeks, the way his hands flail a little uselessly in the air before he scrubs them through his hair.

“It’s not—I’m not saying no,” he rushes out. “It’s just—holy shit, Y/N.”

You blink at him. “Why are you freaking out more than me?”

Chenle groans and slumps back against the couch, covering his face with both hands. He’s freaking out because, despite all his confidence, he’s not sure he’d be any better now than he was as a clueless teenager losing his virginity.

Sure, he’s not totally inexperienced, but... this is you.

The girl across the hall he may or may not have jerked off to once or twice. The girl he thinks is so fucking pretty it physically hurts sometimes. The girl he’s definitely got a crush on. The girl who’s a virgin.

Fuck.

He’d be lucky if he lasts a full minute inside you.

“Because it’s you. And this is...we’ve established is a big deal to you. And I don’t wanna—I don’t know—ruin it or make it weird or...” He trails off, peeking at you through his fingers.

You chew on your lip for a second, then scoot a little closer, tugging gently at his wrist until he drops his hands and looks at you properly.

“I’m comfortable with you, Chenle,” you say quietly. “I trust you. I won’t feel embarrassed, I promise. Not with you.”

He flushes, looking like he might actually combust right there on the couch. His cheeks are pink, the tips of his ears even worse, and his hands keep fidgeting—picking at a loose thread on his sweatshirt, tapping against his knee. He keeps opening and closing his mouth like he wants to say something but can’t figure out what.

Finally, he manages, “Y/N, you’re upset after the breakup. I don’t want you to feel, like... pressured or anything. I don’t want you to wake up tomorrow and regret it.”

Translation: I don’t want you to wake up tomorrow and regret me.

“I won’t, I swear I won’t,” you say, sitting up to meet his wide, nervous eyes. “Look, it’s not like I’m asking to be your wife, Chenle. I’m not asking for a relationship or anything crazy. I just...” You pause, feeling your cheeks heat. “I want to get over this stupid hurdle. And I trust you.”

Something flickers in Chenle’s eyes then. His fidgeting stills all at once, and before you can react, he moves, shifting his weight and hovering over you on the couch, palms braced on either side of your body.

His pupils are blown wide, dark and stormy as they fix on you. His voice drops, “I’m not a fucking tick box either, Y/N. I’m not a hurdle for you to just get over.”

Your chest tightens, and your heart skips like it doesn’t know how to beat properly anymore.

“I know,” your voice trembles. “You’re kind, Chenle. I know you won’t laugh at me or make me feel like shit about it after. You’re the only guy I know who fits the bill for this.”

He brings one hand up, brushing a knuckle against your cheekbone—barely there, like he’s scared you might vanish if he touches you too hard.

“No, you don’t know,” he murmurs. “I’m saying, if we do this... I’m the only guy who fits the bill. Ever.”

Your throat tightens at that, and your cheeks flush from the heat of his palm, which is now cupping your jaw.

“Chenle—”

“I don’t want to be something you regret,” he says. “But I also... I don’t think I can say no to you right now. So you need to take this offer off the table.”

Your hands slide up under the hem of his sweatshirt, fingertips skimming the warm skin of his waist. He shivers under your touch. “I don’t want to take the offer off the table,” you breathe. “I want you.”

That’s all it takes. He kisses you.

It’s not rushed or hurried—it’s careful, like he’s asking permission with every brush of his lips against yours. His mouth is warm, breath a little shaky, and he tastes like that mint gum he’s always chewing. You’d never been kissed like this before, all teeth and tongue and so much aching need. You don’t want him to stop. 

Especially when his hands find your hips, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise, and he drags you closer, slotting you between his thighs. You can feel him already, hard against you through the thin barrier of your clothes, and it sends a dizzy rush through your blood.

You find yourself clutching at him—his sweatshirt, tugging at the hem, slipping your hands beneath to find hot skin. And God, is he solid. His stomach jumps beneath your palm, muscles tensing when your fingers splay across his ribs. You want to touch all of him. You want to learn from him.

He makes a soft, broken noise—somewhere between a moan and a plea—and pulls back just enough to breathe, just enough to speak.

“Easy, baby,” he says, eyes heavy-lidded. “You gotta slow down.”

You barely register the words—too consumed by the way that pet name sounds coming from his mouth, in that rugged tone, directed at you. It makes your whole body throb.

You bite your lip, still tugging at his sweatshirt. “But I want you. Now. All of you.”

He exhales, forehead now pressing to yours, eyes darting down to your lips, then back up like he’s trying to ground himself. 

“And you’ll have me,” he says quietly. “Every fucking bit of me. Just—let me have this. Let me take my time. Let me enjoy you.”

The words sink in slowly and they make your chest tighten. You blink up at him, breath catching. “I thought… I thought guys just wanted to get themselves off during sex.”

He cups your cheek, thumb brushing across your flushed skin, lingering at the corner of your swollen mouth before he lets it rest gently against your pouty lips.

“Maybe,” he murmurs, “but not every guy has the prettiest fucking girl underneath him.”

Your breath stutters.

“I’d be a fucking idiot,” he goes on, voice curling beneath every syllable, “if I didn’t put my mouth on your pretty pussy and watch you cum.”

You let out a whimper from the back of your throat—half shocked, half desperate.

“Bet you’d be so fucking hot,” he muses, dragging his thumb across your bottom lip again, slower this time. “Bet I wouldn’t be able to look away.”

Your hips shift involuntarily at his words, heat pooling low in your belly. The way he’s looking at you—like he’s already burning the view of you eager and squirming beneath him into his memory—makes your body vibrate with anticipation.

"Lele..." you whisper, breathless and unsure where the hell that nickname just slipped out from. Something about being this exposed, this vulnerable, has clearly made your brain foggy.

He just smiles, leaning in with his lips ghosting over the corner of your mouth, deliberately not kissing you. “You said you trust me, yeah?”

You nod, but his eyebrows raise, the demand clear in his expression. He wants the words. 

“Yes,” you breathe. 

“Then let me take care of you,” he whispers. “Let me teach you. Let me show you what it’s supposed to feel like.”

You gasp softly as he trails his hand down your jaw, then your neck, so attentively until his fingers skate lightly beneath the hem of your dress.

“Can I...?” His voice is almost a growl now when he asks, fingertips hovering just above your thighs, teasing at the edge of the fabric. 

You nod with a shaky breath. “Yes.”

He peels your dress off carefully, until you’re beneath him in nothing but a pair of black panties. When his eyes drop to your bare chest, he exhales slowly, chest rising like he’s trying not to worship you too hard, too fast.

"Fuck," he groans, sucking in a breath. “You’re gorgeous.”

Your arms instinctively twitch to cover yourself, but he catches your wrists gently and presses a kiss to each one before guiding your hands back to your sides.

“Don’t hide from me,” he demands. “Let me see you.”

And somehow, with the way he says it—all soft and awed—it’s easier. Easier to let him see. Easier to let him lean in and kiss along your collarbone, down the slope of your shoulder, into the valley of your breasts. 

And that’s when you thread your fingers into his hair, encouraging him to sink lower until his mouth trails over your sternum, then your stomach. His kisses so soft that they make your thighs clench.

“Still okay?” he asks, glancing up with burning eyes and a pair of his own swollen lips.

You nod, whispering, “Please, don’t stop.”

And he doesn’t. 

His fingers hook into the waistband of your panties, and he tugs them down steadily, steady enough that you could stop him if you wanted him to, but you don’t. You lift your hips instead, offering yourself up.

“I still can’t believe you asked me to do this,” he says, getting the fabric completely off. “You could’ve had anyone.”

“I didn’t want anyone else,” you whisper. “Just you.”

“Good,” he breathes. “Because you have no idea what you’re doing to me—lying here like this, letting me be your first. Letting me be the one who gets to see you like this. Taste you.” He pauses, jaw tight. “Fuck—you’re so pretty.”

You want to clamp your legs shut at that, but you already know there’s no way in hell he’s letting that happen. Instead, you let him lean in, his mouth brushing a kiss to the inside of your bare thigh. Then another—higher. And another.

Until you're trembling. Until a whimper escapes you. And he just grins against your skin.

“You’re already shaking,” he says with a smirk, licking a leisurely stripe along the apex of your thigh. “I’ve barely touched you.”

You nod, cheeks burning. “I—I can’t help it.”

“I know, baby,” he says, and then he’s kissing higher again, closer to your cunt, until his breath is ghosting over where you’re aching for him the most. “That’s what I like about you. So innocent. So fucking eager.”

You’re trembling now, fingers fisting the back of the sofa, eyes snapping shut just as his mouth drags closer and his tongue licks a stripe along your pussy—languid and unhurried like he’s savouring every second.

“I’ve thought about this, you know?” he says, voice tight. “Thought about what you’d taste like. What you’d sound like when I finally got my mouth on you. Every day since you moved in.”

Your breath stutters, and a helpless sound slips from your lips. “E-every day?”

That makes him smile, eyes flicking up to yours. “Yeah,” he breathes. “And that sound—fuck, I could live off it.”

And then he dips lower. His tongue barely brushes where you’re soaked for him, but your back still arches off the sofa with a gasp anyway. You can’t even think—you’re just feeling. Overwhelmed. Burning.

He hums against you, satisfied. Like this was always meant to happen—his hands anchoring your hips, his mouth wrapped around your clit, sucking and lapping at you with skill, whilst his eyes stay locked on your face.

You’re completely falling apart beneath him, thighs shaking as he takes his time putting his tongue to work. Every choked whisper of his name tumbles from your lips without permission, and when your hands fly to his hair, fingers threading through the strands, he groans.

It’s low and guttural, and the vibration of it against you makes you cry out.

“Yes,” he pants. “I can feel how close you are. You’re shaking so bad, baby. You gonna cum for me already?”

You nod, frantic, breath hitching. “Yes, Lele—please,” you moan. “Please don’t stop.”

He wouldn’t.

One hand holds you open, steady, while the other slips down past your thigh until a single finger slides into your dripping pussy. You pant at the intrusion, eyes wide, and when he sees your pupils dilate, he starts to move—slow at first, then deeper, working you open until he’s knuckle deep and you tremble under his touch.

Then his mouth is back on you. Tongue circling, dipping, coaxing. Worshipping. And you’re not sure when the sob catches in your throat, only that it does—and that he hears it.

His thumb brushes along your hip, grounding you. “I’ve got you, baby. I’ve got you.” The finger inside you curls just right, and his voice drops: “Give it to me, baby. Let me have it. Let me see you cum for me, yeah?”

Then his mouth is back on your clit. It’s a steady rhythm but not as gentle now. But still, it’s matched to the overwhelmed, wild beat of your panting.

“I can feel it,” he says against you. “You’re so fucking close.”

You nod, whimpering. “I can’t—I—”

“Yes, you can,” he urges. “Cum for me, baby. Let go.”

It crashes into you—your orgasm—ripping through you like it’s both too much and still not enough. You cry out his name, fists tangled in his hair, and he doesn’t stop. Not until you’re spent and shaking, breathless, and sinking back into the cushions like you’ve melted into them like a puddle.

Only then does he ease off, his mouth softening against your skin. He presses one last kiss to your thigh before drawing his hand away. You’re still gasping when he rises over you, arms braced on either side of your head. 

“That’s it,” he murmurs, kissing your forehead. “You did so well for me.”

You blink up at him, but a tear slips down your cheek without you meaning it to. He catches it with his thumb, frowning gently.

“Hey… are you okay? Was that too much? Did I hurt you?” 

You shake your head. “No. Just… no one’s ever done that for me before.”

Relief washes over him, and he leans down, brushing his nose against yours. “They should have. They fucking should have.”

“But if they had,” you sigh. “I wouldn’t be here now—asking you to fuck me.” Your hand trails down his chest, pawing at that sweatshirt again. “Please, Lele. I need you inside me. Now.”

His own breath catches, a sharp inhale trying to hold himself together, but the look in his eyes is pure wreckage.

“Jesus, Y/N,” he groans. “You can’t say shit like that to me or I’ll end up having a repeat of my first time.”

You grin. “That’s rich coming from the man who said he wanted to watch me cum with his mouth on my pussy.”

“Fuck, don’t repeat that back either,” he grits out through clenched teeth. “Seriously, baby, you have no idea how hard I’m trying not to cum in my pants right now.”

You tilt your head, voice teasing. “You could always take your pants off and cum on my stomach instead.”

“Y/N,” he growls. “What happened to my sweet, innocent girl who was too scared to show me the prettiest tits in the world two seconds ago?”

“Oh, so what? You’re the only one who gets to have a dirty mouth in this relationship?”

His brow lifts, eyes narrowing in amusement. “This relationship, huh?”

You freeze. “No—I—that’s not what I meant—”

He brushes a strand of hair behind your ear, then leans in, lips padding against your skin as he nibbles softly at your earlobe. “Yes, it is. If we go any further, that’s exactly what you meant. I’m the only man for the bill ever, remember?”

You whimper, and he smirks, victorious.

“Glad we cleared that up.”

And then he’s moving—finally stripping off that damn sweatshirt in one fluid motion, revealing warm, flushed skin and lean muscle that shivers under your stare. Without another second, his mouth slams back onto yours before you can compliment him, kissing you hard and rough until your lips are pouty and swollen all over again.

When he breaks the kiss, it’s only to shove his pants down and fumble with his boxers, his breath ragged as he slides a condom over his cock. Then, he peppers kisses along your cheek until his forehead rests against yours.

“You’re sure about this?” his voice shakes as he breathes against your lips. “Tell me now if you’re not.”

“I’m sure,” you whisper, arms winding around his neck, pulling him close—pulling him in. “I want you. I want this.”

Chenle curses softly at that and shifts between your legs. His hand slides behind your thigh, gently parting you as he lines himself up with your pussy.

“Then I’ve got you,” he says. “I’ll take care of you. Just hold on to me, yeah?”

And you do—fingers clutching at his shoulders, heart hammering in your chest because this is happening—with him. When he finally pushes inside, it hits you all at once. The sharp, stretching ache of it. The fullness.

You can’t help but wince, a quiet hiss escaping through clenched teeth.

His thumb reaches up to stroke your cheek, his voice immediately soft. “You good?”

Tears sting at your eyes, but you nod anyway, adjusting slowly, breath by breath, until the sting eases and you feel the pain turn to something else—something good.

Only then does he move.

You gasp, arching into him, nails dragging down his back as he builds a rhythm that’s toe-curling. His lips find your neck, muttering your name, and you moan back eagerly because of how good it feels—how good he feels. 

“Fuck, you feel like heaven,” he groans, forehead still pressed to yours. “So tight, so wet—shit, baby, you were made for me.”

You whimper, clutching him closer, your legs wrapping around his waist instinctively. “Faster,” you beg. “Please, Chenle—I need more.”

His mouth crashes into yours again, this time messier, hungrier. He pulls back just enough to look down between your bodies, watching the way he disappears inside you. A strangled sound leaves him. 

“Look at that,” he pants. “Taking me so well. Fuck, you’re perfect.”

You can barely breathe—your whole body slick with that tension curling tighter and tighter in your belly as he begins to thrust harder, deeper. The sound of skin meeting skin fills the room. And still, his hands never leave you—one cupping your face, the other gripping your thigh.

“You okay?” he asks between thrusts. “Still with me? Still good?”

You nod feverishly, tears pricking your eyes again. “So good. So fucking good, Lele.”

He groans, leaning down to kiss you again—slower now, gentler, and it’s all so tender, so intimate. 

“I’m close,” he whispers against your lips, barely holding on. “But I want you to finish first. Come on, baby. Cum for me again—let me feel it.”

You moan, hips rocking up to meet his. “I can’t—it's too much—I—”

“Yes, you can,” he insists. “Just let go, baby. You know, you’re safe with me.”

And something about that—you’re safe with me—snaps the final thread.

You fall apart beneath him, moaning his name as your orgasm hits you, harder than the first time. You convulse around him, body trembling, vision blurring—and he follows with a ragged, broken curse, burying himself deep as he cums hard inside the condom, forehead pressed to yours, eyes squeezed shut.

For a moment, the only sound is the echo of your breathing. Then he exhales slowly, his thumb brushing gently over your damp cheek. “You okay?”

You nod. “I’ve never felt anything like that before.”

He smiles. “That’s how it should be. That’s how it’s going to be.”

He doesn’t move right away.

He stays there, inside you, wrapped up in you. But when he finally, carefully pulls out, you whimper softly at the loss, and he murmurs, "I know, baby, I know," like it hurts him too.

He takes care of the condom quickly, tossing it into the bin. Then he’s back—pulling the throw blankets from the sofa over your bodies and curling in beside you. Bare skin to bare skin. Your face presses to his chest, and you can feel the rapid thud of his heart beneath your cheek, slowly beginning to calm.

He kisses the top of your head. Then again. And again. Like he can’t stop.

“I meant it,” he murmurs into your hair. “That’s how it’s going to be. Always.”

Your fingers find his under the blanket and tangle them together. “You took care of me,” you say.

He nods, chin brushing your crown. “Of course I did. You said you trusted me.”

[rd0265667]

Winter as your girlfriend

Aespa GF HC

✰When you first meet her, she’s got that soft-spoken, mysterious vibe. Big eyes, Gentle voice, Quiet Giggle. You question if she’s an angel

✰She’s not. She is a gremlin disguised as a cinnamon roll.

✰She does not know how to flirt, like at all

✰Her idea of flirting is dropping a meme in your dms then saying “This reminded me of you <3” (It’s a raccoon in a trashcan)

✰She sends you TikToks at the most random times, of cats doing backflips then gets sad if you don’t react within 5 minutes

“You didn’t laugh at the duck one…You hate me don’t you?”

✰She sends you a blurry picture of a fish in a hoodie with the caption, “You btw”(Followed by a heart and the text, I’m so romantic omg)

✰She shows love in her own peculiarly adorable way

✰If you’ve been working for too long and haven’t eaten in awhile, she’ll walk into your room, throw a bag of potato chips at your face at full speed and say, “Here, eat, love you.”

✰Orders vitamins for you, but eats marshmallows for lunch.

✰She makes you a playlist for the two of you and titled it, “u make my brain do the dumb”

✰Tells you she’s brought you something. It’s a rock that, and I quote, reminded her of your vibe

✰She loves poking your cheek then pretending that it wasn’t her

✰Her physical affection needs time to build up. She starts as a “I’ll sit near but not too near or they’ll think I’m a weirdo.”

✰Once she’s comfy though? She’s a sleepy koala

✰Falls asleep on your shoulder during movies

✰Hugs you from behind when you’re brushing your teeth, like a backpack that comes with kisses and occasional bites

✰Puts her cold feet on your legs under the blanket, saying “You love me, suffer.”

✰She ADORES lap cuddles but pretends she’s doing it because you want it.

“You look stressed, so I’m just gonna…sit here…You know. For your well being.”

✰Will nap on you, head on your chest, mumbling nonsense like, “You smell like safety, and pizza.”

✰She writes your name with little doodles on her phone case

✰Wears your hoodie and acts like she forgot it was yours

✰When you ask her about it, she claims that it just showed up on her body so it’s hers now

✰Blushes and almost breaks down when you hold her face with both hands and look into her eyes

✰She pretends that she’s not clingy, but starts panicking and printing fliers if you stop replying for more than 8 minutes

✰She takes 500 pictures of you when you’re not looking and sets her favourite as her lockscreen.

✰When you ask her why she needs so many, she says, “I need a new wallpaper. And a backup. And a shrine.”

✰Leaves post-its on your laptop that say, “Drink water or I fite u.”, “u look hot today”, and last but not least, “this is us if we were frogs. Love u”

✰You’re her emotional support human and designated “Person who explains things to waiter because she’s panicking.”

✰She’s dramatic in the gentlest, most goofy way ever.

✰She would trip over her own feet then blame the floor for “being dramatic”

✰You forgot to say good morning?

“It’s fine, I’ll just go live in the mountains alone. With squirrels.”

✰She’s named all your stuffed animals, and talks to them when she’s bored or you’re not home

“No, no, it’s okay that they left, it’s just that TRAITOR didn’t give me a forehead kiss before going out.”

✰She claims that they sometimes snitch on you.

✰She likes to lie across your lap like a cat and scroll through TikTok while occasionally turning to say, “Babe, look at this goat screaming.”

[ilovehugslikealotalot]

One with Emily Prentiss I BEG.

Maybe one where Emily is a mission and keeps making promises to come home in time for Christmas. But on Christmas Eve r loses hope completely and just goes to bed crying because she really misses Emily and then in the morning Em has a much of gifts that she’s setting up in the living room, there’s breakfast and everything. maybe a quote like, “I promised I’d come home in time, didn’t I?”

idk this is my first time requesting

Love’s Silent Night

(Not my gif)

Emily Prentiss x fem!wife!reader

WARNING: 18+ MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED, slight angst, happy ending

Y/n sat in the living room watching the same christmas special for what seemed like the 50th time. Truly, all that she wanted to do is start a fire and curl up next to her wife and watch some christmas movies. But of course, work calls.

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“Em! Please! It’s literally almost Christmas and you’re leaving for another case?” Y/n exclaimed, crossing her arms clearly distraught, “I know, baby, I know. But-“

“-Duty calls, Yeah, I know, Em. Every year.”

Emily smiles sadly, knowing every year they had spent Christmas apart because of work. And it affected both of them, but this year it was different. The house felt emptier, the blankets seemed colder, and the bed didn’t seem as cozy. It was safe to say that this year wasn’t the best in terms of marriage and staying functional. “I’ll be home as soon as I can, love” Emily said, her face genuine, “And when will that be? January? Last year you came home in the middle of March. Not a single word from you for months..”

Emily’s face suddenly fell. She knew that it hurt y/n every year when this would happen. She also knew that their marriage suffered because of it. “I’ll be home for Christmas, that’s a promise.”

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Y/n checks the clock. It reads 9:53 as she still lays motionless on the plush couch. It was Christmas Eve, maybe y/n had gotten her hopes up too much. Every year this would happen, so why would this one be any different?

Lugging herself off of the couch she mindlessly threw herself into bed. The bright Christmas lights peaked through the window. It was sad, honestly. It really was. Y/n’s friends pitied her, ‘What’s the point of having a wife if she can’t even be home with you for a day?’

Y/n would brush them off, saying that Emily is trying her best. Which, sometimes Emily didn’t even know if that was true.

Taking a glance at her phone it lit up with a message, Y/n hopefully picks it up and reads it. Sadly, it was from JJ instead of Emily. The case is taking longer than expected! Sorry, n/n! See you soon?

Y/n smiled bitterly, of course, this would happen. She felt the last trace of hope leave her and her tears began to sting. There was that heaviness in her chest and her bed grew colder. In all honesty, y/n didn’t care about Emily coming home for Christmas. She just wanted her home, the sound of blowing wind lulled her to sleep. Letting the cold winter night consume her.

Soon enough, the smell of…hot chocolate? It had lingered in the air, y/n was she sure that she hadn’t made any. It also smelt of pancakes and…Emily’s perfume…

Leaping out of bed, the sleepiness leaving her, the faint sound of Christmas Jazz playing, y/n sprinted down the stairs with a hopeful feeling in her chest and her smile stretching from ear to ear. As she turned to look in the living room, she heard a familiar giggle. “Looking for me, love?” Emily smiled, teasingly holding up a mistletoe, her Santa hat had perfectly matched her plaid pjs and black sweatshirt. Y/n didn’t waste any time to dive straight into Emily’s arms and into a warm and longing kiss.

“I said I’ll be home for Christmas didn’t I?” Emily smirked, y/n rolled her eyes, “I’m just happy you’re home…safe”

[hmmpup]

What’s your favorite Erejean aus and hcs?

I’m gonna do a list because there’s so many AUs and HCs i have for erejean that are so fun to explore… starting with AUs..

Hannibal AU HAS to be in here!!! (really any crossover over mine are some of my favourite AUs), but hannigram x erejean just fit the most to me :3 It’s fun to think about them as cannibal murderers… 😅😅😅One of my favourite quotes from hannibal too; “Cant live with him, can’t live without him” is something i rlly like to associate erejean with… there’s a lot of experimentation and manipulating of eren and jeans characters u have to do to make this crossover rlly make sense but like. idk. it makes to me! if you’ve watched hannibal it MIGHT be easier to understand where i’m coming from…..

literally any modern AU erejean. The erejean angst from canonverse (and hannibal au) is really fun, but sometimes i wanna see them in a modern world! literally just doing normal daily things. I love thinking about them just getting to grow up normally with each other, hanging out in real world scenarios like a party or something.. Imagining them simply going to school is fun because i get to relate to them more (and project onto them😭😭 i’d like to see a bit more domestic erejean stuff cause they can be so cute and sappy 😢

This goes with modern AU but also band AU erejean is another top favourite!!! Specifically i like drummer eren, and lead vocalist/ guitarist jean :33 I think eren also would be able to play the bass and do backup vocals. It can create some reallyyyyy unique scenarios, especially when u put eren and jean in like a situationship or something…. It’s more fun to think about them being real desperate for eachother over them actually being together, especially in this AU because they could write songs about eachother, the drama would be crazy…

also!!!! Fake or Break erejean!!! if you have not read that fic you’re MISSING OUTTTT. its on ao3 by hollycal75💙💙💙

for my favourite headcanons!

1. they talk about eachother NONSTOP. their breakups would be an inconvenience to everyone around them, and even when they are together, they just will not shut up about the other

2. They LOVEEE holding hands.. especially when they’re younger!!! (liek when they’re 15 or smth) neither of them would’ve been in a relationship,,, and i’d imagine jean would probably initiate it because he’s seen couples holding hands in the movies and gave it a go. it’s probably a comfort thing too..

3. Jean sometimes refuses to go out with eren if he’s wearing an outfit he deems stupid. Jean is trying to take eren on a fancy date, and eren could pull up wearing a tshirt and jorts or something 😔 So i think jean would dress eren up for some of these occasions… although eren DOES gain a little sense of style from it after a while.

4. kinda random? but i think because i like to make them unbearably clingy, they always want to take showers together. but they’ll always go horribly wrong because jean takes freakishly cold showers ( he does it for the “benefits”) and eren takes burning hot showers. (probably to annoy jean. )And they can never meet in the middle… 😔 but as long as they’re w eachother they’re happy!!!

5. eren loves the feeling of jeans hair… it’d be very soft… 😭😭😭

6. Jean fell in love w eren first. and fell even harder. realising he was in love with eren jaeger was the worst thing that ever happened to him. (or so he says)

there’s definitely WAYY more but my mind has gone blank😔

[whimsicallyenchantedrose]

CS Winter Bingo--Square 4 (caroling): A Match Faked for Christmas, ch. 3

Hi there and happy holiday season!  In an attempt to continue procrastinating my season 4 rewatch drabbles–and to not feel guilty about it–I decided to participate in the CS Winter Bingo event.  I received nine winter/holiday related prompts arranged in a square like a bingo card.  My mission is to make a bingo by writing at least three of my prompts before winter is over, but I’m hoping to do better than that!  I’m hoping to finish all nine!  Given the nature of the event, you can expect a lot of fluff (but then what else would you expect from me, after all?)  I’m hoping to keep them short as well, but I’m usually not nearly as successful at that.  And without further ado, let’s play CS Winter Bingo!

Rating: G

Word count: 1554

Today’s prompt: Fake Dating: Holiday Edition

Other chapters: (1) (2) (3) (5) (6)

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Emma took a deep breath, hesitated for another moment, and then knocked on Killian’s door.  After holiday decorating yesterday, she figured it was her turn to approach him for their next act of romantic subterfuge.

And…well…maybe she had enjoyed the outing to the tree farm, putting up the lights and ornaments and garland, talking and laughing and just enjoying the company of her neighbor.  Maybe they could be friends when all of this was over?  It was good to be friendly with neighbors, wasn’t it?

Yeah, friends, her rather sarcastic inner voice mocked.  You totally just feel friendship for him.  That’s why your heart nearly beat out of your chest when you fell from that ladder and he caught you in his arms.  Nothing more!

Emma felt her cheeks redden, and prayed that if Killian saw it he would just attribute it to the cold wind.

Okay, so maybe he was her hot friend.  She had eyes, didn’t she?  She could appreciate a well-built male specimen.

At that inauspicious moment, the well-built male specimen himself opened the door.

“Why Swan,” he said, “I wasn’t expecting you.  To what do I owe the pleasure?”

Pleasure indeed. Unbidden, images guaranteed to deepen the color on her cheeks to magenta flitted through her mind.

“Uh,” she said, clearing her throat, “I thought I ought to come to your house too.  You know, to keep up appearances.  We are ‘dating’ after all.  Should pretend like we enjoy each other’s company.”

He motioned her in and then shut the door against the cold December wind.  “I do enjoy your company, Swan.”

He said it so simply, so matter-of-factly.  Only the barest hint of the innuendo she knew he was capable of.  It made her heart stutter. Again.

If this fake relationship lasted much longer, she was going to need to see a cardiologist.

“So, what manner of relationship worthy trickery did you have in mind today, love?” he asked after a moment.

She simply shrugged.  “I don’t know.  I’m not good at this.”

“Faking a relationship?”

“A relationship at all,” she said.  “I’m more of a one-nighter type.  I’ve had a couple relationships, and…well, the best thing I can say about them is that they’re over.”

She did not want to talk about Neal or Walsh or the way they’d so utterly messed her up.

He must have sensed her reluctance, because he tactfully moved on.  “Well then, I have a suggestion.”

“Yeah?”

“Let’s go caroling!” he said with a big, excited smile.

“Caroling?” she said with a frown. “As in knocking on people’s doors and then singing.  In public?”

“Of course!” he said.  “In the immortal words of Buddy the Elf, the best way to spread Christmas cheer is singing loud for all to hear!”

She laughed at that–not merely his words or the fact that he was quoting a silly Christmas movie, but also the exaggerated way he waggled his eyebrows when he said it.  He was an idiot.  He was adorable.

She was in trouble.

“Killian, I have no idea how your voice is,” she said, “but there is a reason I don’t sing in front of anyone else.  Ever.”

“Oh come on!” he wheedled, “you can’t be that bad!  Besides, after we’re done, we can come back here and I’ll make you another mug of hot cocoa.”

“Wait,” she said, “you mean you made the cocoa you brought me?  Like from scratch?”

“Of course!” he answered.  “Nothing to it.  Just heat a little milk, a little cocoa, maybe a dash of vanilla and voila!  Molten sweetness in a mug.  How do you make your cocoa?”

She shrugged. “Tear open a packet of Swiss Miss, dump it in some water, and then nuke it til it’s hot.”

He pulled a face that made her laugh again.  “That’s it, Swan,” he said, “it’s decided.  As your fake boyfriend it is my duty to save you from the perils of powdered cocoa mix.  So what do you say?  A little caroling?  We end up at Mary Margaret’s to make a good show of it, and then back here for cocoa?”

“It’s a fake date,” she said, “but you’re going to have to help me.  I don’t exactly have all the Christmas music memorized.”

“Not a problem, love!” he said, rummaging in one of his cabinets and producing two old, rather faded song books.  “I come prepared for any Christmas related emergency.”

Emma didn’t know what to expect when it came to caroling with Killian, but when they reached the first house and his smooth, almost liquid baritone crooned “Silent night”, her jaw literally dropped.  That voice…like silk did things to her.

He glanced at her when she didn’t join in with him, and caught her gaping.  The slow, sinful wink he shot in her direction, knowing gleam in his eye, did not help matters.

“Why didn’t you tell me you could sing like that?” she asked as they walked away from their first house.

“Like what, love?” he asked with an all too satisfied grin.

“Like….like….” his grin widened at the way she stuttered, and she frowned up at him.  “You know exactly like what!”

He laughed.  “I’m flattered by your eloquent praise,”

She was saved the trouble of making an even bigger fool of herself when Leroy Little opened the door to them, rather impressive scowl on his face.

“What?” he groused.  “My brothers and I are having a holiday party. And you’re interrupting.”

“Just here to spread a little Christmas cheer,” Killian said, and then indicated a page in their song book.

This time Emma joined in on a rousing rendition of “God rest ye merry, gentlemen.”  Behind Leroy, six other men listened attentively and then applauded when the song came to an end.  Leroy, unmoved, merely held his scowl.

“You done?” he asked when the last note died away. “Can we get back to it now?”

“Merry Christmas to you,” Emma called over her shoulder as she and Killian moved toward their next house.

Killian was uncharacteristically silent as they walked, and after a moment Emma looked up at him.  He peered back a delighted grin on his face.  

“What?” she asked.

“Why Swan, you were holding out on me,” he said.  “You led me to believe you could barely carry a tune, but your voice is lovely.”

Her cheeks reddened–again–at the compliment. “Whatever,” she said dismissively.

“No, really!” he said, and despite the slight hint of gentle teasing in his face, she could hear the sincerity below it.  “You have the voice of an ethereal fairy princess.”

She burst into laughter at that ridiculous thought.  “Killian, I don’t think anyone in their right mind would call me that!”

He chuckled.  “An ethereal warrior fairy princess then?  Or, maybe, given the holiday season, an ethereal warrior sugarplum fairy princess?”

She laughed again at his nonsense and playfully shoved him.  He took her hand and placed it in the crook of his arm as they continued their carolling.

Half an hour later, Emma was certainly filled with holiday cheer in spite of herself, but she was also more than half frozen.  She breathed a sigh of relief as they made it to the Nolan residence, their last stop before heading back inside.

“You know what would really sell the ruse?” Emma asked as they walked up their matchmaking neighbor’s front porch.

He raised his eyebrows in question.

“A flirtatious rendering of ‘Baby it’s cold outside.’” she said.  

His grin grew wicked. “That is a fantastic idea!  We’ll have her eating out of our hands.”

And if Mary Margaret Nolan’s expression while they sang was any indication, he was absolutely correct.

As for Emma….well, she was convinced the song choice was a very significant miscalculation on her part.  Killian singing Christmas carols about the birth of the newborn king was bad enough, but when he dialed the smolder up to eleven with a song like that, it was a wonder she didn’t spontaneously combust.

When the song came to an end, Mary Margaret and David both applauded enthusiastically, before Mary Margaret invited them in.

“We’ll have to take a rain check,” Killian said smoothly.  “As it happens, Emma and I have a hot cocoa date to get to.  Another time, perhaps.”

The older woman’s eyes gleamed at the information, and she enthusiastically ushered them on their way.  Killian took Emma’s hand and laced their fingers as they walked across the street.  Emma knew the action was all for show. She knew it, but still, she felt a bolt of electricity from their connected hands all the way up to her heart.

This had been a surprisingly enjoyable afternoon.  The fact was, she’d liked spending the time with Killian, liked talking and laughing and simply being with him.

And that thought terrified her.

Physical attraction, she could deal with.  This…connection, this care, this….way her heart fluttered when he looked at her, when he spoke, when he sung to her.   Yeah, this was harder to deal with..  A girl’s stomach didn’t swoop when her friend, smiled at her, did she? 

Emma was beginning to think she was in very serious trouble.

Stepping into Killian’s house, she shrugged it off.  That was post-Christmas ethereal warrior sugarplum fairy princess Emma’s problem.  For now, she’d just enjoy the ride.

NEXT CHAPTER->

[avengerswriter]

Appendix

Summary: Peter is feeling sick during movie night and after originally deciding not to tell Tony the information comes out either way. Unfortunately, we're not dealing with the basic stomach flu

Sicktember prompts:

5. Rogue Organ (tonsils, spleen, appendix, gall bladder ect…)

12. “You’re not fine, you’re throwing up/coughing up a lung”

14. Clean Sheets/Fresh Pajamas

Word count: 1609

Warnings: vomiting (not extreme though)

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 There was nothing wrong with him. He was fine. The constant ache that had settled in his stomach was just an inconvenience. A mild discomfort at best. He could handle it and finish movie night with Mr. Stark. Peter just had to sit through another 40 minutes, and he’d have a free pass.

Mr. Stark was already giving him worried glances ever since he’d declined dessert—a rare event. The excuse of being full from dinner was weak, at best. Quoting Mr. Stark, Peter was never not hungry. Except tonight, when his stomach was aching, and he was swallowing the feeling of nausea.

Another bout of it attacked him, distracting him from whatever was happening on screen. He squeezed his eyes shut, exhaling softly. He had to stay quiet. No attracting attention. He could practically feel Mr. Stark’s gaze flicking toward him every few minutes, so Peter straightened up and forced a smile.

But oh, crap. He was going to vomit. All over the stupid fancy couch and the soft grey blanket Mr. Stark had thrown over him earlier when he’d started shivering. He steadied himself with a hand, pulling himself upright.

“Bathroom,” was all he said before leaving Tony behind, walking as casually as he could. Don’t throw up here. Not here. Wait.

The pain wasn’t just a dull throb anymore. It was sharp, searing. It felt like someone was jamming a hot knife into his side, twisting it until all he could think about was the burn. He clenched his fists, swallowing down bile as he reached the bathroom.

The bathroom was lit with a soft white glow as he threw the door shut and dropped to his knees at the toilet bowl. He emptied his stomach until there was nothing left. When he finally felt as if he was running on empty, Peter rested his head against the cold ceramic, his hands protectively wrapped around his stomach.

Ouch. That hurt. Why did it hurt so much? Even the stomach flu he’d had last season hadn’t been this bad. What horrible food poisoning was this? Maybe that hot dog from patrol? Ugh, just thinking about food made his stomach churn again.

“I must inform my boss that you are unwell,” Friday’s voice floated across the room, and Peter froze. He didn’t even want to know how the AI knew he was sick—there weren’t any cameras in the bathroom.

“Please, Fri, I'll tell him as soon as it gets worse.”

“I must inform you against this as you already have a fever over a 100 degrees, but I will stick to your wishes until I find them unreasonable.”

Peter forced a smile at the ceiling. “Thanks, Fri. I owe you one.”

A fever? That wasn’t sounding good at all.

After taking a deep breath to steady himself, Peter made his way back to the living room. He felt the tremble in his legs as he walked, but forced his expression into something neutral, hoping the dim lighting from the TV would hide his pale face.

Mr. Stark twisted to look at him, and Peter prayed his discomfort wasn’t too obvious.

“Kid, I was starting to wonder where you disappeared to. Wanna finish?”

“I, uh… actually, I thought I should go to bed. School day tomorrow and everything, you know?”

Peter leaned against the doorway, trying to look casual, even as he used it to support his weight. The pain was getting worse. He had to get out of there.

“Eh, it’s only like 10. Aren’t you usually up much later with patrol?”

Peter could almost feel the raised eyebrow from across the room.“I’m tired. And an early bedtime is, like, super good.” His voice wavered, panic creeping in. He couldn’t stand here much longer. It hurt.

“Sure you’re okay, kiddo? First, the ice cream, and now an early bedtime? Not turning into a responsible adult, are you?”

Peter forced a smile, trying to play it off. This was good. He was going to pull this off. No problem.

“Mr. Stark, how could you?” Peter shot back, mock-offended. “I’m not eating my vegetables tomorrow, just because.”

But then Mr. Stark stood up, stretching, and Peter realized he was running out of time. If Tony came any closer, he’d notice the fever for sure.

You could just tell him you don’t feel good, a voice in Peter’s head reasoned. You don’t have to suffer. That felt like something Friday would say. He really should tell him. At that moment, his stomach decided for him, and Peter vomited all over his clothes and the floor. His cheeks burned with embarrassment.

"Peter!” Tony yelped, rushing over. It was clear Peter was about to be fussed over. He just knew it.

“I’m fine…”

“You’re not fine. You just threw up. Why didn’t you tell me you were sick? Friday?”

Tony was already ushering him toward his bedroom, keeping a hand hovering inches from Peter’s back, not quite touching him. Which, fair, Peter thought, he was feeling gross and covered in vomit.

The smell of it curled around his senses, almost causing him to gag again. Definitely gross.

Friday’s voice chimed in: “A fever of 101 degrees, sir.”

“Friday!” Peter whined. “I trusted you.”Tony raised an eyebrow. “My AI, my loyalty,” he teased, though there was worry etched into his features. Peter wasn’t too scared about being murdered for not telling him earlier.

“Okay, kid, let’s get you cleaned up and in bed. Sound good?”

“Yeah...” Peter mumbled as they walked into his room. He really didn’t want to shower right now. More like curl into a pathetic ball of patheticness, but he had to clean up.

“I don’t feel very good…”

“Yeah, kid. Vomiting over everything kind of gives that away.”

“Not everything,” Peter muttered, his embarrassment flaring up again. Tony’s expression softened as he ruffled Peter’s hair affectionately.

“I know, bud. I’m just joking.”

With a grumble, Peter wiggled out of his shirt, tossing it onto the floor. Without it and his trousers, he was technically clean. No need for a shower. He could deal with that tomorrow. Probably.

“Pyjamas, kid. I’m getting something to help with the nausea. Guessing you have a stomach bug again?”

Peter only shrugged in response before Tony left him alone. He exhaled sharply, trying to chase away the shitty feeling clinging to him like a second blanket.

Pyjamas. He could get dressed. Easy.

Sure.He stumbled to the dresser, staring unimpressed at the contents. Everything felt irritating—like it would rub his skin the wrong way. After what felt like forever, he finally settled on a pair of bottoms and one of Tony’s MIT hoodies draped over his chair. It was definitely comfortable.

****

A few hours later, Peter’s peaceful rest was shattered by stabbing pains in his stomach. He groaned, curling up tighter in his desired ball, hugging the ache away. He thought he was better after the medicine Tony had given him, but now it hurt even more.

The movement stirred Tony awake. The man had insisted on staying the whole night, for emotional support or something, but Peter hadn’t cared. He could hardly breathe, his breath coming out in ragged pants.

“Pete?” Tony mumbled, half-asleep. Peter wanted to answer, but the words wouldn’t form, and only a whimper slipped out.

"Kid?” Now Tony was awake, switching on the light and flooding the room with brightness. Peter squinted against it, his eyes tearing up from the pain.

“Where does it hurt, baby?” Tony brushed a hand through Peter’s hair, trying to comfort him. Peter panted out, “Stomach.”

“Uncurl for me, kiddo. I want to check something.” Peter moved slowly, each shift making the pain flare. He cried out, but did as asked, uncurling completely, tears welling in his eyes.

Tony’s hands pressed gently on Peter’s stomach, testing different spots. “Does it hurt here?” He pressed a bit above the middle. Peter shook his head. The prodding continued until Tony’s fingers hit the lower right side, and Peter yelped in pain.

“Shit. Kid, I think we need to get you to the medbay. Friday, call Bruce for me. Tell him it’s an emergency.”

“What? No! I’m fine,” Peter tried to argue, even as he lay there, unable to move.

“I think your appendix might disagree with you on that one.” Peter’s eyes widened in panic, groaning again. Would he always have bad luck?

****

Tony leaned his head against the wall, appendicitis. Of course his kid would get it the one week he was staying over at the compound. And of course he would keep it to himself for some time too. 

He would probably have to call Aunt Hottie sometime today. A basic requirement to fill in Peter’s aunt but first he needed some time to chill out.

Gosh. Appendicitis.  

After nearly a decade of struggling, he got Peter to the medbay. The kid wanted to be cooperative, Tony was sure, but walking proved to be a challenge. And keeping body fluids inside oneself. The elevator took the causality of being drenched in vomit this time.

At least Peter was well on his way to recovery, sleeping peacefully in the hospital bed after Brucie helped out and removed certain rogue organs.

Tony breathed out, rubbing a hand across his face. The kid was fine. An organ lighter, sure, but fine. Tony didn’t need to worry about him that much. A few hours under, and he would have his hyper spider kid back, still the anxiety gnawed at his chest.

Loving people come with this. Worrying. Because he really did love the kid. The honesty settled in a part deep inside of him. 

Love. Yeah.

[elektrischemaidchen]

Lisztober #10: Virtuoso!

Warning! Before you all get the shakes, @franzliszt-official: This song is largely based on original quotes (!!!) So it didn't just spring from our sick brains.

So, come on, let's fire up the beats again to crash yesterday's grave mood. And then we'll get back to doing what we do best: Naughty- wayward Victorian Lady - songs. How many did we do already? Can’t remember. If there's one thing I've learned from my other band, it's that going over and over the same sexy theme ALWAYS leads to success ;) (Haha. Ha.)

„Lisztomania” is probably the most discussed topic from Franz's virtuoso years. There's even a movie about it, by Ken Russell. I haven't watched it yet, by the way, because I'm extremely scared of it... For those who don't know: Lisztomania began around 1841 in Berlin (where else…freaks ;)) and soon spread throughout Europe. And it was a kind of collective St. Vitus' dance in which people (i.e. women) went as crazy as possible, fought over Liszt's cigar butts, licked out his empty glasses and also offered themselves to him in other ways. Remember, this is the middle of the 19th century. And, of course, there was also the medical view: too many people and candles in one room, “Cantharidin of a musical nature” (really cool!) and female hysteria per se, which was later cured with “vibration therapy” - this is also not our imagination. Ah, good old days. <3 Dear doctors, perhaps it was simply because Liszt was a hot as hell, a gifted musician and a really good showman. Cantharidin, Cantharidin.

It has often been suggested that this may have been the first ingenious music marketing coup in history. That may only be true to a small percentage. The small percentage: Have any of you ever seen a picture of all the merch items that were supposedly there? I collect a lot of Liszt stuff, but I've never found a lock of his hair (or his dog) in a museum, nor brooches, nor any other item anywhere, not even a picture. I'm really interested. If you know anything, please let me know. Shut up and take my money.

As someone who has been bobbing around in today's music world for far too long, I have actually experienced this kind of mania myself on a tour with an internationally successful band (not on stage, thank God, but behind the scenes). That's really really bad. Not for the band, who usually take full advantage of it, but for those who witness it. I've never had so many strange conversations in my life as with groupies. Incidentally, these letters written in blood, which are mentioned in the song, come from my own experience and, for once, are not from a Liszt biography. Dear ladies: Please bear in mind that when you do something like this, it's usually not your adored artist who opens the mail, but some poor bastard who scrubs his hands over the sink for six hours afterwards. I'm just saying.

My doctor explained it to me Miss, you have a problem And I look at him And sob quietly I don't want him to know Of my secret He says it's unfortunate „Histrionic epilepsis“ I don't even know Whether it's contagious Doctor, I think it's not hysteria Doctor, I'm afraid It is Lisztomania What commands me I only suspect Cantharides Of a musical nature Two weeks ago At a concert it began So I can think of nothing Else since then He is a master of the keys The Don Juan of the boudoirs I wish he'd take me Me here, for fun Everything about him is Pure physiognomy I smoked his cold cigars Till I spat I write him Letters in blood Break into his hotel suite Anything to be close to him Doctor, I also have Diphtheria Doctor, it's Nothing compared to Lisztomania And I'm sure I'll go mad soon Because a lock of his hair So enraptured It hangs in a locket On my bosom Then I will cuddle with His handkerchief For which I fought With other girls Even before it Slipped from his fingers When I, with wet hands On his tails, licked out his empty cognac glass Mr. Doctor, I believe it's not hysteria Doctor, I'm afraid It is Lisztomania My doctor nods With a knowing look Miss, please leave The smelling salts be We're going to introduce something something new Against your Lisztomania Unfortunately, the only thing that helps is... Vibration therapy Vibration therapy

[ghostedtea]

just finished watching the first p3 movie and i want to write my thoughts down.

first, about the art style of the movie. i thought that it'd be more of a deterrent but i got used to it pretty fast. the animation and art is a bit jank at some times but the composition and overall vibes are reaaaally good! the ambience in the dorm and at the dark hour are immaculate.

they made akihiko very ugly, however. it pains me to see him. it also pained me to see whitewashed kazushi and normie-fied kenji. god i hope they don't do the same to yuko...

i know that when it comes to animation, you have to make choices on how to allocate resources but idk.

second, the voice acting. i played reload w/ the english voices because the english voice actors tend to be really good for modern persona games, however i hate watching dubbed anime so i went for english subbed movie. the voices were alright for the most part, the only caveat to that being that yukari's voice acting was a bit too cutesy and high pitched. that being said, i think the voice matched her character in the movie, even tho i have complaints about her portrayal in the movie.

third, plot changes. i didn't mind how they condensed the time, because otherwise they would have had to make a 5+ hour long movie which would have sucked. i do wish we had at least seen how Makoto had met his social links, if not his interactions w/ them.

the added fuuka and moriyama scenes were really good tho! fleshed out some stuff that needed fleshing out. i also liked that makoto stayed behind during the fuuka rescue mission. it gave him some external struggle and gave pharos something to do that wasn't just standing around being ominous as fuck.

to quote my sister "i still hate that little shitstain but at least he's doing something" (i don't hate the little man, but she does)

fourth, yukari and junpei. those two are my fav members of SEES, they stayed in my party 'till the end, so i have the strongest opinions on their portrayals in the movie.

i'll be positive first, i really liked junpei in the movie. he had that classic iori charm without shying away from his flaws. he's hot and cold w/ Makoto in a way that i felt p3 reload was lacking. i really liked the "personal space" bit as well. that moment where Makoto called back to the "watching my six" thing from the beginning of the movie was so cute too.

that being said, i have complaints w/ movie yukari. listen. she's just too soft. i need her to have more edge and bitchy-ness. i didn't even sense any of the tension that was supposed to be between her and mitsuru because she was being too chill and polite about it. when akihiko asked if she didn't want to be alone w/ mitsuru because she didn't get along w/ her, the movie didn't do the work to make me believe he was right.

when Makoto offered her a hand after she fell on the monotrain, i wanted her to slap his hand away before maybe apologizing, saying that she didn't need his help. it just didn't quite feel like yukari.

[that-one-empty-skull]

Got tagged by @dingbingbats

Rapid fire questions go

coke or pepsi? Bepsi :)

disney or dreamworks? Dreamworks have dragons so

coffee or tea? Coffee for utility tea for pleasure

books or movies? You can't make me choose

windows or mac? Windows, Mac scares me

dc or marvel? DC ig, I like Harlivy

x-box or playstation? PC and Nintendo consoles

dragon age or mass effect? Never played either of them

night owl or early riser? Born to night owl forced to early rise

cards or chess? Cards, I suck at chess :(

chocolate or vanilla? Depends, mostly chocolate though

vans or converse? Vans are more comfy but I love my Converse to death

Lavellan, Trevelyan, Cadash, or Adaar? Don't speak French

fluff or angst? BOTH

beach or forest? Forest

dogs or cats? Both are lovely beasts but I have a slight cat bias

clear skies or rain? Rain 100%, not to be too emo but I love the sensation of raindrops falling on my back

cooking or eating out? Cooking all the way if it wasn't for executive dysfunction

spicy food or mild food? I like it a bit spicy. Like "spicy at a Turkish restaurant" not "spicy at an Indian restaurant"-levels

halloween/samhain or solstice/yule/christmas? Halloween:)

would you rather forever be a little too cold or a little too hot? The latter is just menopause so that one ig???

if you could have a superpower, what would it be? Shapeshifting or invisibility, you're on the trans loser website

animation or live action? Animation

paragon or renegade? Don't speak Italian

baths or showers? Showers

team cap or team ironman? Unchecked nationalism or hypercapitalist libertarianism. Captain America I guess because I cannot imagine a single emotionally resonant story that could be told with the current iteration of Ironman

fantasy or sci-fi? fantasy but I've been getting more into sci-fi lately

do you have three or four favourite quotes, if so what are they? The Sappho quote, you know the one;"[…]Heaven and hell are the same but in heaven they feed each other";The good ol' Memento Mori

youtube or netflix? Youtube

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when do you feel accomplished? God has cursed me for my hubris, and my work is never finished.

star wars or star trek? Horny Space Fleet

paperback books or hardcover books? hardcover, I'm too clumsy for paperbacks

to live in a world without literature or without music? You cannot meaningfully separate one from the other

who was the last person to make you laugh? Probably the dingus who tagged me

city or countryside? city

favorite chips? Those corn based chrupki that come in bags the size of a small child

pants or dresses? Pants

libraries or museums? Libraries

character driven stories or plot driven stories? Character driven

bookmarks or folding pages? Bookmarks

Dream job? They should pay me for being a special little boy, so ig Court Jester

What gives you comfort? Art, friends, pillows to hug

what are some of your favorite song lyrics? My theology/ I like to know that he's watching me/ Fulfill me up like a prophecy/ put the fear of God in me ; Sodom & Gomorrah by Dorian Electra my beloved

favorite ice cream flavor ever? Can't go wrong with mango

first fandom?

tagging others, add your own new question at the end if you follow up:

@vikugnavikugna @vzajemnik @nectadraws @sephinot @immortalsapphics @randomarcher2013 @asphyxi-art

[ninjadeathblade]

Moulin Rouge Discotrain AU (part twenty five)

Summary: (Post-game canon) The Conductor and DJ Grooves agree to finally work on a movie together. They come up with 'Moulin Rouge', a musical drama filled with romance. Over time the two directors grow closer and discover that maybe they don't hate each other as much.

Beginning | Previous | Next

Word count: 711

Warnings: None

Author's notes: Grooves is finally going to realise his feelings. Only a little longer until they admit their feelings. Enjoy!

Grooves sipped his mug of coffee, watching as Conductor trudged into the room.

He'd left the owl to sleep after Conductor had finished watching his reel.

Conductor had been nice enough to let Grooves stay and watch the rest too.

"Sleep well?" Grooves asked, watching as the coffee machine dispensed into another mug.

Conductor let out a grumbled string of words, snatching up the mug and downing the piping hot liquid.

"You need to say goodbye," the train chimed.

"Yeah, I'll go chat to Roxie in a bit," Conductor said. "Sorry about the, uh- the mess I was in the other night."

"Hey, no, don't apologise," Grooves replied. "You were there for me at that interview when I was out of it."

Conductor crossed over and sat down beside him in the booth, resting his head on the tabletop.

"Thanks Grooves," Conductor mumbled.

"Roxie is outside!" The train announced.

"Let her in then." Conductor waved a hand.

The ceiling lights flickered in a pattern, flashing in a row from one end to the end they were sitting at.

"So, how is the train, um, alive?" Grooves inquired.

"I don't actually know," Conductor laughed, sitting back up.

"She doesn't know either. The Express was like this when I got her. I've got the records from her previous owners and they didn't know either."

"So you're saying you've done peck all to solve the case?!"

"I appreciate you quoting my movies darling, thanks," Conductor said with a grin.

Grooves' chest fluttered slightly as his friend turned back to him.

"It's crazy, right?" Conductor mused, the corners of his mouth still pulled into a smile.

"Y-yeah," Grooves stammered, face heating.

The door at the other end of the carriage slid open and the lights flickered back to normal.

Roxie made a few gestures as she walked over, sitting down across from the two of them.

Conductor shrugged, signing something back.

Roxie looked between Grooves and Conductor, cocking her head to the side.

Conductor rapidly signed something before standing.

"I'm cold, I'm going to get my coat," Conductor announced, jogging up the stairs in the room.

"What was on the tape?" Roxie asked after he was gone.

"I think he should tell you himself," Grooves answered.

Roxie frowned, leaning back against the wall.

"Dad got me to go to a theatre club when I was younger. Apparently I had talent. I didn't enjoy it though," Roxie reminisced, propping her feet up on the table. "Dad got kind of upset. But Mum understood; she was nice about it. That was one of the last happy memories I have with her before she died."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be. You two would've gotten along really well. For more than one reason," Roxie chuckled after she said the last part, smirking as she looked over at Grooves.

"What do you mean?" Grooves asked. Roxie shook her head gently.

"You both loved acting. And you both love Conductor," Roxie whispered.

Grooves started to protest before Conductor came back out from upstairs, running back down to the booth and sitting beside the penguin. He'd put on his dark coat, buttoned tightly around him.

"What'd I miss?" Conductor asked, talons tapping out a tune on the tabletop.

"Hamilton songs on the brain?" Roxie teased.

"Shut it, peck neck," Conductor replied with a slight laugh, resting his head on Grooves' shoulder.

Roxie sighed, looking between the two of them.

Grooves looked at Conductor out of the corner of his eye, a faint heat rising in his cheeks.

He'd never seen Conductor so happy.

"Are you cold or somethin'? I can go grab your coat," Conductor offered, indicating Grooves' puffed up feathers.

"Oh, no, it's nothing," Grooves protested.

Roxie stood up, reaching over and quickly ruffling the feathers at the top of Conductor's head.

"I've got to get back. But I'll come visit the studio some time. And perhaps even come to your movie premier," Roxie said.

"Our movie is gonna win all the awards this year," Conductor bragged.

Roxie let out a bark of laughter, waving goodbye before she left the carriage.

Grooves stared at The Conductor.

"What?" The owl asked.

"You called it our movie."

"And?"

"It's the first time you've called it our movie."

"I couldn't make it on my own."

[lovemesomesurveys]

Have you ever left your front door unlocked all night? Nooo. We keep our door locked 24/7.

Do you prefer cold or warm weather? Cold, are you kidding? I can think of a few things worse than having your house feel like an oven and sweating in your own home. <<<< Ugh, right??

The last advertisement you saw: What was it advertising? I already forgot.

Do you prefer bar or liquid soap? Liquid.

Do you wear any perfumes / colognes on a regular basis? Not currently, but that's cause i ran out of my NIcki Minaj Pink Friday 2 perfume. I'm obsessed.

Do you have high or low self esteem levels? I'm just a sucker with no self-esteem.

When was the last time you listened to a song on repeat? What was the song? That Dance You Outta My Head song by Cat Janice from TikTok. Her story is really sad.

How do you feel about being in the house alone? I'm okay during the day but not at night at all. And sometimes during the day can be too long.

What was the last compliment you received? It was on my nails I just recently had done. I did cute nails for St. Patrick's Day.

Do you like mint or orange flavored chocolate? I love mint chocolate.

How often do you get spots? Like, pimples? Not often at all as I've gotten older.

Do you believe that when your ears burn someone is talking about you? i say that jokingly, but no.

Are you a good host when visitors come over or do you wish they’d leave? I try to be, but I really don't like and avoid hosting cause i feel I suck and it's so stressful. I'm too worried about everything going well and everyone having a good time.

When was the last time you burnt your mouth from eating something too hot? It's been a long time I don't recall.

What is your favorite foreign language to listen to? (In music or speech) I mean, English since that's my fluent language. I do like some Spanish and Swedish songs, though.

Do you prefer instrumental songs or ones with lyrics? I prefer lyrics, but that doesn't mean I'm opposed to all instrumental music.

Name something simple that makes you happy. Shopping on that damn Temu. It should stress me out cause I shop too much.

What is your favorite instrument to listen to? Piano and guitar.

Pick one: Books, movies or music? Nope, I'm choosing all 3.

Do you carry a bag around with you often? What does it look like? I have my bags I switch out depending on which one I feel like using.

Do you like your natural hair color? No, but I dye it red.

Do you delete your emails / texts often? I never delete texts. I used to be really good about clearing my email regularly to keep it from getting out of hand, but I've been majoring slacking.

What was the last book you read about? It's a murder series. I haven't read in several months ya'll it's not okay.

What color are the walls in the room you’re in? White.

Did you dress up last Halloween? As what? Nope. I stopped doing that several years ago.

Do you have any old friends who you still kinda speak to but it’s awkward? Honestly, it'd be that way with any of my Facebook "friends" that aren't my family. Like, they're people I know from school growing up or went to college with, but we don't keep in touch other than an occasional "like" on something with some of them. If I ran into any of them in public it'd be super awkward.

Name one of your favorite memories. Just being a kid and playing with my Barbies and whatnot.

Are you a polite person? Yes.

When was the last time you used a quote from a movie in real life? Recently, I'm sure.

Have you ever used a chat-up line that actually worked? I've never used a chatline. I did teen chat rooms back in the AOL days when I was like 10.

Can you put your legs behind your head? No.

Do you forget things easily? No.

The last song you listened to: Did it have a male or female vocalist? Male.

Is the heating on in your house currently? Nooo. I'd be too warm. We don't use our heater anyway except for extremely rare cases just to warm it up a little.

Do you often find toothpaste too minty? I use a sensitive one that light mint.

Have you ever had braces? Do you need them? Not for my teeth.

Are you a subscriber to any magazines? Which? Nope.

What does your voice sound like? (Loud, quiet, high pitched, etc) I don't know how to really describe it other than quiet.

[maneaterwithtail]

Why the Bowser-Peach dynamic works on multiple angles

[QUOTE="Nerevar, post: 6942198, member: 83632"]Because really, you can only get kidnapped by the same guy so many times before it starts looking suspicious.[/QUOTE]

Gonna be honest. I have engaged in similar thinking, but that's kind of victim blaming mentality

Bowser is as much a monarch and a powerful VIP with unique resources and authority as she is.

As a result much as you can have a persistent stalker or ex- spouse or what have you. so too can you have a persistent pursuer who, especially if there are other issues that leave you tied together such as a long standing border dispute and other issues, make it so that things cycle in-and-out of hot cold pursuit for control and/or covet

If anything the movie got right it's the fact that bowser truly is a dragon. That is he sympathetic in his avarice and longing, but it's very destructive

at the exact same time period he thinks happiness is something you acquire like all the gold he has or the authority that he was born to and if he just shouts enough or controls enough he will acquire it and then suddenly sadness will no longer exist

The fact that Coveting that person like this is not the same as loving and respecting them and in fact would make them both miserable and so on just completely escapes his worldview because he's a naive toddler in an elephant's body with all the desires and power of a f****** fire breathing monster

That is to say why he comes off so much more rapey nowadays. As opposed to just love struck or doing business

It even ties into what makes him almost charming, because it's kind of funny how much he desires peach. I think it was once explained with the Dursleys. From the outside looking in, they're comical and seem harmless. And then you realize what it would be like to actually be in their power and it's horrifying

In no small part because they're so petty short sighted cruel and vain and shallow

Same thing with bowser, constantly going after princess peach.

At this point he has to know that she's never gonna love him back, but he never stops playing into this idea that he can sort of make it happen, which is all sorts of creepy and all the more real

The sight of her with that piranha plant bouquet still gives me chills

Because we know that Piranha plants tend to respond to sudden motion nearby. So he's basically forced Peach to act like a placid doll and go along with his plan and not rock the boat or else the very gifts he gives her in order to make her look like a bride will hurt her. It's like putting someone in a torture cage, but making it look pretty from the outside and even making the bars look enviable

And if that doesn't so wonderfully illustrate a domestic abusive situation

[menkhu]

RULES: answer all questions, add one question of your own and tag as many people as there are questions.

ahh thank you for the tag @jxstnn !! btw the confusing questions were referencing dragon age and mass effect respectively

coke or pepsi: water :)

disney or dreamworks: i don't really do movies

coffee or tea: a few favorite teas>coffee>most tea

books or movies: books

windows or mac: windows, i've got a sniper trained on apple inc and i'm waiting to line up that perfect shot

dc or marvel: the only superhero i care about is spider-man

x-box or playstation: pc

dragon age or mass effect: both but i have to say dragon age as a fantasy lover

night owl or early riser: huge night owl, coming at you from 2am

cards or chess: cards

chocolate or vanilla: chocolate

vans or converse: whatever's in the clearance aisle tbh

Lavellan, Trevelyan, Cadash, or Adaar: idr inquisition that well but i do think being able to play as a qunari is rad as hell

fluff or angst: fluff < angst < fluff and angst

beach or forest: forest

dogs or cats: cats, doggy kisses are too gross to me

clear skies or rain: clear skies, i am photosynthetic

cooking or eating out: cooking

spicy food or mild food: mild, by a small margin

halloween/samhain or solstice/yule/christmas: crimbus; i love gift giving and gift receiving and reciprocal kindness

would you rather forever be a little too cold or a little too hot: a little too hot

if you could have a superpower, what would it be: healing; i wish to relieve your burdens

animation or live action: live action but also both

paragon or renegade: paragon, mean dialogue options make me sad

baths or showers: showers

team cap or team ironman: team spider-man, the only superhero i care about

fantasy or sci-fi: fantasy

do you have three or four favourite quotes, if so what are they: oh man i gotta remember stuff? you're getting some favorite song lyrics instead: "they don't understand; i'm not what they think i am" -waterman, userx "kill them with kindness; i'm so polite i know all the right knives to use" -fight! sophie hunter "you ain't gotta boo me just to tell me that i love wrong; gloves on" -gloves on, 80purpp "do you wanna kill time in aisle 3 with frozen food" - hospitals, shiny wet machine

youtube or netflix: yohoho

harry potter or percy jackson: nah

when do you feel accomplished: when i laugh at my own jokes while writing

star wars or star trek: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

paperback books or hardcover books: audiobooks

to live in a world without literature or without music?: sorry music i love you but writing is part of my soul

who was the last person to make you laugh? a discord friend

city or countryside? countryside

favorite chips? pringles

pants or dresses? dresses, free the knees!

libraries or museums? libraries

character driven stories or plot driven stories? character driven

bookmarks or folding pages? telling myself i'm gonna remember the page number and then forgetting the page number

Dream job? that's the question isn't it

What gives you comfort? baking with friends, rambling at friends, stardew valley

what are some of your favorite song lyrics?

Tagging: @kcvagabond @dingbingbats @wheelie-butch @lunalucykat @nessietessie @cornflower-fields

[a-concert-just-for-me]

Whatever hasn't been answered/whatever ones you feel like answering of these (cuz it's a lot lol): 1-4, 6-7, 12-13, 16, 21-23, 25-28, 31-32, 35-36, 43-44, 47-49, 51-52, 54-56, 59-65, 68, 70, 73, 79, 81-82, 84-85, 87, 89-94, 97-100

Noddy you’re insane. But I also like a challenge. Here’s most of them.

1. What were your summers like as a kid? My grandma and grandpa lived right next door, they took care of us while my parents had to work. In the summer, I usually just played pretend outside with my two cousins and sister that also lived next door on the other side of us.

2. Do you enjoy thrilling rides like rollercoasters? Yes!

3. Who was your childhood hero? I looked up to the creators of atla a lot!

4. What is your favorite book? Probably still Behemoth, the second book in the Leviathan series by Scott Westerfeld

6. What is your favorite outfit? Probably my cherry blossom tee with a pink skirt. Comfy and cute.

7. Does seeing people in love make you happy? Sad? Annoyed? Annoyed and jealous, if I’m being honest. I wish I could feel that way. At least as naturally as other people.

12. Iced drinks or hot drinks? Iced drinks. My favorite drinks are iced coffee and iced tea.

13. Bright colors or neutral tones? Hmm. Probably neutral. I’m a big fan of pastels, if that counts.

16. What’s your favorite feature of yours? As much as I complain, probably my squinty eyes. My Dad and Grandpa both have them too and I like that I inherited that feature from them. I think it’s endearing that our eyes disappear when we smile, lol.

21. What’s the stupidest fight you’ve ever gotten into? I remember arguing with a cousin over the phone when I was little on if it’s okay to run a red light if no one else is at the intersection. I insisted it was because my grandpa told me it was. She valiantly disagreed. That phone call lasted forever XD

23. What's your dream date? I don’t know. Maybe a movie or car ride so I don’t have to make eye contact LMAO

25. Do you like parties? Nope. Too loud.

26. Did you enjoy high school? Somehow, yes. I liked band and during lunch I got a break from everyone by eating lunch in a teacher’s room.

27. Who is the craziest person in your family and why? Pfft. Dear lord. Just one? My family has issues. Gonna skip over the mental illnesses and addictions and interpret this lightheartedly. My bisexual??? aunt is the life of any party. She can make friends anywhere. She lies all the time, over the dumbest things too. She is so fucking funny and problematic and I love her.

28. What's your favorite holiday tradition? 4th of July. My grandpa hosts the best party in the area at his house. My uncle and dad are usually the ones that organize it. Along with the help of most other family members who cook, clean, set up, etc. A lot of people come out and we eat barbecue, play games, light sprinklers, and watch the fireworks show.

31. What's a show that everyone loves that you didn't? Survivor. It’s so boring to me.

35. Who are your top 5 celebrity crushes? Only one I can think of is Robert Sheehan. I love his hair.

36. If you could learn one language fluently what would it be? Ugh this is hard. The weeb in me says Japanese. The “language I’ve studied but am not great at” in me says Chinese. And the practicality in me says Spanish.

44. Do you have a favorite quote? “And the universe said I love you because you are love” and “despite everything, it’s still you.”

47. Biggest pet peeve? Someone demanding me to do a task without 1. prior notice and/or 2. me even agreeing to it

48. Favorite personality trait about yourself? I care a lot about fairness.

49. Sum up your type in three words. Goofy. Kind. Introverted.

52. Hot or cold weather? Cold weather

56. Favorite dessert? Cookie cake

61. What's your guilty pleasure movie? The Spongebob Movie

62. What's your comfort movie? Also The SpongeBob Movie

63. Is there a genre of music you don't like? Not a huge fan of country. Or rap with a lot of bass in it. Sensory ick

64. What's an album that you think has no skips on it? Through the Tides by Fish in a Birdcage

65. What's your favorite thing to watch on youtube? Reaction videos and aviation/diving disaster documentaries

68. What are you craving right now? Indian food

70. What's something you haven't done that you think most people have? Been in a relationship.

73. What time of day do you like best? Night

79. Do you like surprises? Hell no

81. What books influenced you most as a child? The Leviathan series, also the Care and Keeping of You books

82. Do you like kids? Yes! They can just be overstimulating sometimes.

84. Any wild stories passed around in your family? Apparently one time my dad and (older) cousin were walking across the beach on their way back to us from the bar and my dad tripped on a cord. The cord came unplugged and he accidentally cut off the music to someone’s wedding. Oops.

85. Do you consider yourself an independent person? Socially and emotionally? For the most part. Financially? No.

87. What was your childhood dream? I wanted to be a counselor to do better for the mentally ill kids like me than any of the “professionals” that handled me did when I was at my worst

89. What's one thing you want to achieve this year? Get a job that doesn’t make me burn out (impossible challenge)

93. What's your craziest work related story? One time a kid bit me on my boob really hard and left a bruise for weeks. One time another kid bit my finger and made it bleed so hard I had to go to the urgent care. One time one of our kids somehow spelled out the word ‘sexy ❤️’ by placing random letter stickers

94. What's the best job you've had so far? Being a carhop. It had a lot of downsides too but it is the only one I haven’t gotten fired/nearly fired from due to my autism swag yet LMAO

97. Are you more of a planner or a spontaneous adventurer? Planner, for sure

98. Do you think you see yourself the way other people see you? No. Depending on the context, most people would either see me as pretty wise and smart for some reason (friends) or the dumbest and most immature person you’ve ever had the displeasure of working with (coworkers). It seems like there’s never any middle ground. I’d like to think I’m in the middle of those extremes.

99. What's the last show you binged? The Owl House

100. What's one of your fondest memories? Making shadow puppets for my sister as we snuggled up in her bed when we were little

OKAY I’M DONE

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Have you ever left your front door unlocked all night?  Our door locks automatically so it's not possible, but my parents did once and they got broken into - stole the car off the drive and my mum's handbag off the table. The car was found a few days later smashed into a wall.

Do you prefer cold or warm weather?  Around 18-20 degrees is perfect for me.

The last advertisement you saw: What was it advertising?  I have no idea, further education or something maybe?

Do you prefer bar or liquid soap?  Liquid.

Do you wear any perfumes / colognes on a regular basis?  I wear body spray everyday, yeah. My current one is vanilla scented.

Do you have high or low self esteem levels?  I think they're just pretty normal, to be honest.

When was the last time you listened to a song on repeat? What was the song?  It was Savage Daughter by Ekaterina but don't remember when, maybe last week sometime?

How do you feel about being in the house alone?  I absolutely love it, I find it really peaceful.

What was the last compliment you received?  I can't remember off the top of my head.

Do you like mint or orange flavored chocolate?  I like both but prefer mint.

How often do you get spots? Like, pimples?  Just around my period.

Do you believe that when your ears burn someone is talking about you?  Ha, no, but I remember my mum saying that all the time when I was younger.

Are you a good host when visitors come over or do you wish they’d leave? I mean, I only have visitors over when they've been invited so of course I'm polite and host them properly.

When was the last time you burnt your mouth from eating something too hot?  I don't remember.

What is your favorite foreign language to listen to? (In music or speech)  French.

Do you prefer instrumental songs or ones with lyrics?  Ones with lyrics. I'm really not a massive fan of instrumental music unless it's being played as part of a soundtrack.

Name something simple that makes you happy.  Iced coffee.

What is your favorite instrument to listen to?  Piano or acoustic guitar.

Pick one: Books, movies or music?  I like all three.

Do you carry a bag around with you often? What does it look like?  Yeah, it's just a small black cross-body bag that can be converted to a bum bag when I'm at work.

Do you like your natural hair color?  Sure.

Do you delete your emails / texts often?  Yeah, I clean up my phone regularly and never keep stuff I don't need.

What was the last book you read about?  I haven't touched a book in about six months, honestly.

What color are the walls in the room you’re in?  Two are dark red and two are grey.

Did you dress up last Halloween? As what? No.

Do you have any old friends who you still kinda speak to but it’s awkward?  Yeah, I suppose so. I guess that's what happens when you grow up and life takes you in completely different directions.

Name one of your favorite memories.  Our wedding day.

Are you a polite person?  Yes, when I have to be.

When was the last time you used a quote from a movie in real life? Earlier on today, I think.

Have you ever used a chat-up line that actually worked?  Nope. Not seriously, anyway.

Can you put your legs behind your head?  No. I have joint issues in my back and hips.

Do you forget things easily? Nope, I have the opposite problem.

The last song you listened to: Did it have a male or female vocalist?  Female.

Is the heating on in your house currently?  No, though it is starting to get colder especially in the evenings. We generally don't put the heating on until October/November though as it just costs so much money. We do have the fire but Mike was looking up the cost of coal yesterday and it's practically tripled haha.

Do you often find toothpaste too minty?  Not really. I did when I was younger, though.

Have you ever had braces? Do you need them?  No. My bottom teeth are a bit overcrowded but honestly it doesn't make any difference to my life.

Are you a subscriber to any magazines? Which?  No.

What does your voice sound like? (Loud, quiet, high pitched, etc)  Fairly quiet and I have a bit of a lisp.