#maybe i will write spider fairytales later

[drifting-knightjar]

Humans have fairytales about children going into the spooky woods and never coming back to scare them into staying home where it's safe. But in some fairytales, the child goes into the spooky woods and finds great reward instead.

Spiders have fairytales warning children not to go too far Down The Wall. They have a tacit agreement, an uneasy contract with the other...inhabitants of the area. For past a certain invisible line, the beast can reach up from the depths to crush them without a second thought. But in some spider fairytales, the child crosses the invisible line, encounters the beast, and is ferried away through a pocket dimension (tupperware) into a distant land of plenty (outside) that is completely unlike the even, barren wasteland from which they come.

To the spiders in the ceiling corners: you’re keeping your end of the contract, love u honeys catch those tasty flies

To the spiders halfway down the wall and touchin my furniture: you’re on thin fucking ice babes

[gavvaiins]

lonely

summary: having to carry the future of multiple universes on his shoulders miguel simply is tired, tired and lonely.

pairing: miguel o'hara x gn!reader warnings: angst, pinch of fluff, less actions, more vibes; story's gender neutral but i feel it might be too female-coded? idk ; - ; word count: 3.7k

a/n: yeah ... this is longer than it needs to be. Might got confused by grammar later ... idk while writing i fell into a narrating-style crisis? It definetly doesn't help when the book you're reading is written is a different tense.

Sometimes all Miguel wished for was some time alone. In a building full of arachno-humanoids, constantly surrounded by either living people, holograms or other species there was sometimes not enough room to breathe. So, nothing reprehensible about wanting some time for himself.

However, Miguel wasn’t longing to be alone.

He didn’t need to.

He already was.

Despite being surrounded by dozens of spider-beings he was alone. He had no friends. Jess was a colleague, Peter Parker was a dear colleague, the best – and what was even Peter B. Parker? Honestly, Miguel didn’t know, but despite all these different Spider-People there was no one waiting for him. Not even in Nueva York, a city with far more citizens than anyone could count.

No one was waiting for him to come home – or to simply arrive, anywhere.

Lyla was nothing but an AI generated hologram, he created.

There was no one waiting for him.

And that was good. No one waiting for him meant safety; for him and for him. Without anyone there waiting for him to return home he could neither hurt nor lose someone. Miguel noticed that it wasn’t loneliness he was longing for, after all he was pretty much alone in his world, carrying the burden all by himself. Having time to breathe, to think that was what he was longing for. A moment without Lyla and the other arachno-humanoids, without having to think about anomalies and the downfall of universes.

All he wanted was peace.

“Miguel?” His body grew tense as your voice emerged from the dark, careful and soft, almost fearful as if you were entering a cave, unsure of what you’d meet in there. There was a chance that you hadn't spotted him yet, sitting on his lowered platform all by himself. Within moments he heard your voice he began holding his breath. If he didn’t make a sound, you wouldn’t catch him, which was a dumb and childish thought considering the lighting of the running monitors, which illuminated his big frame quite perfectly.

What were you even doing here? There was no need for you talking to him.

“Miguel?” You asked. He could sense the hesitation in your voice, it reminded him of the heroes in fairy tales, both brave and stupid enough to enter the dark woods full of beastly and hungry creatures. When Miguel thought about it, his room was a bit like a forest – or more a cave, dark and mysterious. To his surprise the light tremor in your voice didn’t stop you from further exploring the room. If this was truly a fairytale, you’d either be very brave or stupid, or both. Whatever it was Miguel would’ve eaten you alive.

But this wasn’t a fairytale, and he wasn’t the big, bad wolf, ready and hungry enough to devour you. But why didn’t you stop?

Why were you still going?

He was the Spider-Man who hoped not to be found by anyone, especially not you.

With every passing second Miguel’s body grew more, and more tense, his lungs felt strained, knowing very well that with every step you took, you were closer to seeing him. He knew that it would’ve been smarter to swing away, to simply vanish in the dark. But he couldn’t move. Something in him didn’t want to flee, despite his longing for peace and serenity. He was like a spider trapped in its own web, paralyzed by his own poison.

Maybe he longed for you to find him.

“Miguel.” Your voice was nothing but a whisper, not entirely fearful but caring as well. Yet, Miguel kept using the tactics of a child. Stoic and stiff did he keep his posture, eyes on the ground, head buried in his arms; if he couldn’t see you, you couldn’t see him either. Rather he avoided your eyes, your whole presence like the plague.

How did he, Spider-Man 2099, guardian of the arachno-humanoid poly-multiverse and destroyer of a whole universe, look like? A mountain of a man hunched on his sunken platform, hiding his face like a fearful child, who didn’t know where to put its overwhelming feelings. He used to be an authority, always standing high on his platform, towering over and looking down on you. But now it was you who looked down on him, a pile of misery in blue and red barely illuminated by flickering screens.

“Oh, Miguel.” He could sense your presence beside him, he could sense everything of you – your pity and empathy was almost sickening. Your body was awfully close but kept a minimal distance of respect, and to his own surprise Miguel felt his tense muscles relax.

Finally, he found himself able to breathe again.

For a moment you said nothing, no Miguel, no how are you. No words left his lips either. You two sat in silence and Miguel enjoyed it, a little – sitting with you in the dark, just the two of you and he hated to admit it, but he began missing his name rolling off your tongue. His name sounded so soft and caring, like he meant something, like he was someone others cared for.

Someone you cared for.

And something inside of him longed hearing you say his name, again, and again.

To his own surprise he needed it, and he surprised himself by how desperately he needed to hear his name coming from you.

“Miguel?” Ah, there it was. Finally. It was embarrassing admit how Miguel’s heart enjoyed it deeply, hearing his name rolling of your tongue. It felt like warm milk mixed with honey running down his throat, filling his body with warmth and a feeling of serenity, of home. Despite his inner positive response to your presence he didn’t move, nor did he speak. “What happened?”

“Nothing.”

Feeling your knee nudge his thigh, his body grew tense again. The touch was subtle, yet it alarmed all his senses, as if your touch could hurt him. Couldn’t you just continue gently serenading his name, like a sweet lullaby he could relax and fall asleep to? Miguel didn’t need to talk with you about his feelings. He didn’t want to.

“Doesn’t – “

“Leave me alone,” he grumbled, words swallowed by the void underneath his arms.

“– look like nothing,” you said. No answer, and for a moment you grew quiet. He had no idea what you were doing but he could hear you shifting in your seat beside him. Were you finally leaving?

No.

He wanted you to leave, didn’t he? Yes … that’s what he wanted.

But you weren’t leaving, he knew it when he felt your gentle touch on his shoulder. His muscles jumped slightly under your touch as if your fingers were ice cold or burning hot. They weren’t. Your touch was light, careful, like a butterfly dancing on his skin. First came your fingers, gracing his scapula as if you were testing the waters, then rested your palm on his shoulder and despite the highly advanced suit he was wearing, it felt like his skin was burning – a malfunction, an electric shock.

His heart jumped.

It was too much.

“I said, leave me alone!” Forceful, almost feral, he slapped your hand away. Risen to his full dominating size Miguel was panting heavily, fangs bared, talons shown and eyes gleaming of anger … and hurt, and loneliness, confusion. He looked like a beast, tall and furious, ready to strike or devour you.

“Miguel.” He tried not to flinch. He hated the sound of your voice; it didn’t feel soothing anymore. Instead, it was laced with fear, but mostly hurt. But what was he expecting? Miguel had scared you; he had hurt you.

Good.

Lyla would scold him for being an ass. He didn’t want to hurt you, but he needed to, and if that’s what’s needed to leave him be, he’d endure it … and he would do it again, if he needed to. Despite his body telling him differently, he neither needed you nor your pity.

His initial thought was that his plan was working. The big, bad Spider-Man was indeed an asshole, who made you cry for no reason. Never would you talk or even look at him again, which he told himself was fine. But you weren’t crying. Sure, you were holding your arm protectively close to your body as if his talons had teared through your suit, making you bleed. But no sign of tears rimming your eyes, plus, you weren’t leaving.

You were still here.

“What the fuck?”

Why wasn’t it working? “I told you to leave me.”

“I know.”

“Then why are you still there?” With satisfaction he watched you thinking of a good response, gears turning in your head, to no avail. Your mouth opened slightly before pressing it shut, eyes lowering to your hands folded in your lap. That was it; without anything to retort you surely would leave him.

Again, the two of you sat in complete silence. One he didn’t enjoy, but need, and surely neither did you. However, he was sure that you’d given up, any second, and leave him alone. “Is that really what you want?”

He looked at you, blinking.

“Is it really what you want?” You repeated, staring into his dark eyes and there is something in yours that scared him. Miguel couldn’t tell what it was, there was no poison in your eyes, no malice, yet he was afraid. “Do you really wish to be alone?”

You scared him, and that’s nothing anyone would ever associate with you. He hated to admit it, but he was, not of your physical strength or arachno-powers. Surely, he could easily knock you out. Rather he was afraid that you’d find something you weren’t supposed to see.

Miguel hesitated. “Yes.”

“I have to.” It just slipped out of his mouth. He hadn’t meant to speak his mind, even if it was just a bit. You weren’t supposed to know. But now you knew something that was meant to stay hidden, that was meant only for himself. A burden he had meant to carry himself. There was no reason to hide, yet there was no reason to face you either, so Miguel did what he could best, being alone. With a heavy sigh he crept back into the shell he so shamefully had lost. This time Miguel didn’t burry himself beneath his arms, instead he stared in the darkness of his office, waiting for you to leave. By that time, he should’ve known that you wouldn’t leave him.

Not like that.

“Oh, Miguel.” Again, his name was nothing but a soft whisper, comforting. There lied some sadness behind his name, yet it was all he had wished for moments ago, before he lashed out at you. “You are not alone. We’re all Spider-Man.”

Some incomprehensible grumble left his lips, how should he explain? It wasn’t your fight, neither was it Peter Parker’s, only his. “It was me.”

“I’ve done this,” he said before you could even think of calling him again.

“I –“ Miguel’s breath hitched and for a second his heart stopped beating, stumbling over its own rhythm as he felt your fingers dancing on his skin again.

How dare you?

He wanted to bare his teeth at you, again, he wanted to scare you, to push you away from him, but he couldn’t. His mind told him to, like he used to do whit so many people before. You knew too much about him. But his heart, his body, craved for the softness of your voice, longed for the warmth of your heart. Carefully your fingers grazed his skin, almost waiting for some sign of permission until they could finally rest on his cheeks. Despite wearing your spider-suit your hand felt surprisingly soft on his skin.

With a sigh he leaned into the comfort of your touch, until he remembered who he was and what he did. His head shot up like your hand was hurting him but before he could utter any more words of misery you placed both of your hands on his cheeks, gently forcing him to look at you.

“You’ve done what? Jumping through the arachno-humanoid poly-multiverse.” Your voice was calm and gentle, as was your smile. He could barely look at you. “That is quite a complicated name, maybe you should think about calling it spider-verse instead.”

Miguel meant to smile at your joke, even if only subtle, a ghost of a smile only you’d be able to detect and in any other situation he would. But he couldn’t. Not now, when he’d say something so gruesome that would paint him in a different light. However, the truth didn’t want to roll over his tongue, revealing who he really was, not when you so gently smiled at him, caressing his skin with your fingers. Heaving a sigh, he let go, and melted into your touch like warm butter. Was it good to let his guard down? Probably not. Neither was it professional to lean into your touch, almost gracing your clothed wrist with his lips. It wasn’t good but it felt good, the softness of your touch, the warmth seeking through your spider-gloves. If you’d allow it, he will fall asleep right here in your arms.

It was impossible for him to resist.

If only Lyla could see him now … big, bad wolf turned into a puppy.

However, he was left dumbfounded when he found himself stripped of your touch, even more so, when he found himself disliking the sudden coldness. Wanting to know what went wrong Miguel starred at you but nothing seemed to have changed. You still looked at him with the same fondness and empathy in your eyes, the only difference was that you’re patting your lap. His eyes followed your directions, and he grew hesitant.

“May I?” It should’ve been Miguel asking and not you. Though, resting on your thighs was a nice, almost heavenly thought but he shouldn’t enjoy your comfort too much. “Miguel, it’s okay.”

“No, it’s okay.” He declined.

“C’mon Miguel, it’s comfortable I promise,” you smiled, but he didn’t move. Surely it must be more comfortable than hanging in your hands, but Miguel couldn’t let himself fall on your lap. Already he was enjoying the tenderness of your fingers too much, what would happen if he rested on your thighs? Would he melt into them like he did with your hands? The though was nice but he resisted, not for long though. Tugging, basically dragging him by his arms, you somehow managed to pull his heavy body down on your lap. Carefully he shifted his weight, so only his head and upper body were lying on you. He didn’t want to crush you. However, the feeling that spread through his body as he rested on your thighs was both nice, comfortable and weird. Overall, it was a weird sensation and he’d found himself in a situation he’d never dreamed about before.

“May I?” Miguel had no idea what you were up to, yet he agreed with a hum. His eyes fell close and he hummed again, when he felt your fingers carefully dancing over his body, moving from his shoulder to his hair. It wasn’t the same when you held him in your hands, fingers holding him and caressing his cheeks. It felt different but good, relaxing your hands running through his hair, gently scratching his scalp. And sometimes he could feel the ghost of your fingertips brushing over his face.

He didn’t know how long you stayed in this position, sitting in silence, him resting on your lap and you caressing him like a pet. Miguel couldn’t remember the last time somebody did this for him or when his muscles felt so relaxed. Again, if you’d allow it, he’ll fall asleep right here by your side. But then he remembered what you asked him a long time ago.

“I killed them.” Miguel’s voice was surprisingly calm, even to him. Neither knowing what he meant nor how to answer this, you remained silent. But he could feel your eyes on him. He wasn’t sure if he liked it … not after confessing murder. Yet, he explained, “I killed them all, billions of people, my – his daughter Gabriella, all because I was selfish. – Gabby died because I was foolish to believe that my actions wouldn’t have any consequences.”

His confession shocked you; he could hear it in the change of your breathing and the stillness of your hands, and something in him died. Shocked by his confession you surely would leave. Push him off you like something disgusting. Maybe you would never talk to him again, unless it was necessary, and the thought scared him. His mind had told him to push you away. It was best to handle it all by himself, it was what he always did. But the stupidity people called the heart had won and now the thought of you leaving scared him.

“Tell me what happened.” Your voice was calm, not scared, not soft, just calm. It wasn’t the reaction Miguel had imagined, especially not when your fingers continued to play with his hair. You weren’t even disgusted by him. What kind of person were you to not leave him? “Tell me what happened.”

And he did. Miguel told you everything. How he took the role of a dead man, living his life and raising his daughter. He made it clear that he thought of his actions as selfish and stupid, because he erased a whole universe and with that Gabriella’s future. Never would he forget the fear in her eyes, how she clung to him, looking for safety, calling for her dad – for him, not knowing her real dad has died – until she disappeared as well.

Telling his nightmare was awful, remembering the horrors of his action never got any less painful. But sharing it with you felt surprisingly relieving. It wasn’t like he was healed from his pain but telling you about it made it a little more bearable. “I’m sorry this happened to you.”

How should he answer? Thank you? Moments ago, Miguel would’ve grumbled at the pitiful – no, empathic, he’d learned that much by now – tone in your voice but now he liked it, just as he enjoyed you calling him by his name. Miguel didn’t know what to say.

“I don’t think you killed them, Miguel,” you said after an eternity, never stopping playing with his brown strands. Careful he shifted his weight to look at you. Even with one eye lazily opened, he decided that he liked looking at you, watching how you react to him. “Then, who did?”

Wringing with the words on your tongue you hesitated. “I don’t know.”

In normal circumstances Miguel would be grim, and scoff at your naïve words, claiming to be the villain of his story. The selfish murderer of Gabriella O’Hara. However, now he felt rather tame and tired. It’s enough for him. So, he only hummed, closing his eye to revel in the fondness of your touch.

“But you can’t know either.” He looked at you again. He had to correct you, he knew, it was obvious, really. But before an answer could roll over his tongue you were quick to intervene. “I know what you’re going to say, Miguel. You’ve seen it and to you it makes sense, but listen – I … how does anything make any sense? Multiple universes, anomalies, canon events … we shouldn’t even be here, Miguel. I shouldn’t, none of us. But here we are.”

There’s a hint of sadness in your tone, faint yet he heard and didn’t like it. Miguel knew you’d meant to comfort him but, in the end, you’d realized, that nothing of this should’ve happened. You should’ve never met the friends you made in the spider society, never should’ve met him and never found him dark, and lonely in his room. Almost instinctively his hand reached out to you, gently cupping your face. Now it was his turn to comfort you, even if it was only for a fleeting moment. Unsure if he should draw small circles with his thumb, like he wanted to, or caress like you used to do, he just held you. “Don’t. – The multiverse is mine to preserve.”

“Oh, Miguel.” A soft, but sad smile graced your lips as you laid your hand over his, unwilling to let him go. “It’s not yours, either.”

“But it was my fault, not yours. Don’t worry about something I’ve done.”

You sighed. “Miguel, you shouldn’t carry this burden alone, we’re all Spider-Man. It’s not your duty alone to save the multiverse, you can’t do this alone. I – I think what I’m saying is, you’re not alone, Miguel. You might think that you’ve to do all by yourself but that’s not the truth, we help you, all of us. We will carry that burden with you, I will.”

Truly it was sweet how caring you were, none of you could – and should – carry the arachno-humanoid poly-multiverse on your shoulders. It was his job to preserve one less universe from being destroyed. It was his shoulders who had to carry the burden of it all, not yours. None of you should ever have to worry about the stability of your universe. But there was something burning in your eyes as you spoke, something Miguel enjoyed watching. So instead of objecting and lecturing you about the truth he heaved a hefty sigh and closed his eyes, making himself comfortable in your lap. It takes some time until you picked up where you left playing with his hair, gently scratching his skin here and there.

It's quiet as you ran your fingers through his hair, he doesn’t even move. You weren’t even sure if he was still breathing. But you swore you heard a hum, a content sound vibrating through his big body. However, when you try to check on him there’s nothing, no sound, no movement, not even a smile. Miguel simply looked like he’s asleep, stoic and grim – just like when he’s awake. It’s a silly though, him always looking serious no matter if he’s asleep or wake, it made you smile. However, in rare moments, when you’re not looking at him, his lips curl into a grin.

[biblio-smia]

Hiiii! Love your work! This is gonna be a lengthy I apologize in advance lol. Do you think you can pls do a tasm! x fashion designer reader? (I’m a fashion major lmaooo) Like where the reader has a big debit show coming up and Peter misses bc he’s out on his spiderly duties. The reader doesn’t know he’s Spider-Man. Very angsty then very fluffy. Love confessions. Thank you!!!!!!

thank you + thank you for the request!! i loveee this idea <3 also definitely watched barbie a fashion fairytale while writing this LMAO

masterlist | requests are open!

Emotions swirled in your chest - beginning with anxiety and just a touch of nausea.

Then came the elation - it was like the feeling when people praised you for your designs only intensified by about a thousand.

You'd spent hours on the pieces now being carried on the runway, survived on less hours of sleep than you'd thought possible, and worked through headaches you were positive where going to split your skull open. You'd pricked your fingers, created permanent callouses on your fingers, and probably caused irreversible damage to your back to make your patterns and ideas come to life. It was one thing to draw them out on paper and another to create them, altering them and scratching out ideas that had looked good on paper but had not ended up liked you'd imagines - and something completely different to see them on models, to watch the audience awe and clap for what you'd created.

Your heart pounded with each excited congratulations! and hug after the show had ended, still reeling a little from the experience. It'd been over so quickly for all the time you'd poured into the preparation and how long the show would take to clean up, but you were sure your work had made an impression that would outlive the night.

But as the crowd died down and people filed out, you stood, waiting, for the congratulations you'd been anticipating all night - the one that'd probably mattered the most to you.

But as the crowd thinned into only a few heads of people that had begun occupying themselves with cleaning up, so dispersed there was no way Peter could've possibly missed you, that's when the realization had set in.

Peter hadn't come.

Now, there was a new feeling a chest. Your heart hadn't stopped pounding, but now there was a pain accompanying it in your chest and a lump in your throat you were struggling to swallow down.

You turned when you heard your name called, not sure what you were expecting - it was only one of your colleagues, asking if you'd like to grab drinks to celebrate.

You teeter, almost let the idea persuade you, but ultimately decide against it with a small maybe next time! - because you're not really sure if you'd be able to hold the tears in if you got intoxicated.

Plus, a little piece of your heart holds out hope that maybe your boy would still show up - maybe he got pushed out by the crowd, or couldn't find you and decided to wait for you outside.

But as you stepped out into the dark night and looked around at the empty street, any last hope died.

The journey home created an ideal environment for your disappointment to brew into a strong, dark anger, scowl on your face sure to scare any strangers on the sidewalk off and away from you. You were nearing furious by the time you reached your door, shoving your keys into the lock and hurting your hands with the intensity you pulled them out with, cold metal painfully digging into your hot fingers.

Your anger didn't mellow as you turned your phone off, refusing to let Peter have any way to contact you - at least for tonight. You needed a few hours away from him. Maybe longer. You'd decide that later.

A shower tamed your flames, water burning you out and leaving behind something that craved only the soft comfort of your bed.

You'd only made it a few steps into your room when your ears perked at the sound of tapping at your window. Your eyes followed, trying to identify the source of the noise, and you jumped when you saw Peter on your fire escape.

If it hadn't been so cold out, you would've left him outside.

At least, that's what you told yourself afterwards.

But that searing rage had returned, warming your entire body and making you resistant to the cold air that blew in along with Peter the second you opened the window.

"Did you climb up here?" You spat out, immediately backing up and crossing your arms, scowl making its way on your face again.

Peter didn't need to look at you to feel your anger.

He'd been so close to making it this time - but, like always, something had come up. That'd been his excuse so many times, to so many people, it was starting to become pathetic even to Peter. He'd paced for close to an hour, biting the inside of his cheek raw while wondering how he was going to make it up to you. Peter knew how much this night had meant to you. He'd promised to be there, to support you and all the work you'd put in; the long hours you spent beside Peter, refusing to accept his help. The days where Peter had to force you away from your desk to have a break, all the snacks he'd made to fuel you and your beautiful brain.

And now, as Peter was so famous for doing, he blew it.

"W...what? Oh, yeah, I just-" Well, Peter had swung here, but he'd get around to explaining that. For now, he was more focused on trying to get his words out without stuttering pathetically. "I just- I needed to tell you something."

You stood, silent, arms crossed and eyes dark. Peter didn't need a translation to know you were telling him to spit it out.

Peter swallows thickly. He takes a deep breath. He forces himself to look straight into your eyes.

"I'm Spiderman." Peter goes the extra mile and tugs on the neckline of his shirt, revealing a sliver of the suit in case you don't believe him.

It's silent, which Peter begins to believe is the worst outcome with each second it drags on. You falter for just a few moments before your eyebrows furrow, somehow even angrier this time, because you, in all your hot anger, cannot bring yourself to fully process the information Peter has just thrown at you - or, frankly, care.

"So? You think that's just gonna fix everything?" You step closer to Peter, words like venom.

"I-"

"You what? You think I'm just gonna forgive you because you're Spiderman? Peter, you know how much this meant to me. And now you show up, hours after you're supposed to, telling me you're Spiderman?"

"Well, I brought these," Peter offers weakly, pulling a bouquet of flowers out of his bag. Crushed. Peter watches as a petal falls lamely to the ground.

"Impressive," you say so sarcastically it hurts, rolling your eyes with a sigh. "God, Peter, you are such a dick!"

Peter can sense you're about to send him out of that window flying, but he just can't leave before saying everything he needed to say.

"W-wait! Please, just hang on, I... I am so sorry," Peter starts, hands on your shoulders desperately. "I really am. Truly. I wanted to be there tonight, I tried so hard to be there, something got in the way... but that doesn't matter. I should've been there, or at least texted, or something, you're right, I'm sorry. And this," Peter motions to his chest. "is not an excuse, at all. I just wanted to tell the truth. I owe you at least that."

"Yeah, you owe a lot more than that," you scoff, shoving Peter's shoulder. It's not hard but Peter winces painfully in a way that fills you immediately with guilt. You roll up Peter's sleeve but see only a pattern of red and black. You look at him expectantly and he does his best to slide his arm out of his suit from under his shirt - all to reveal a nasty bruise, right where you'd hit him.

"Well, now I feel bad," you murmur, dragging Peter to your kitchen for some ice, trying not to think about how dangerous the things he got involved with as Spiderman probably were - how he'd clearly been doing something more important while missing the show.

"Don't," Peter insists, letting you sit him down and press ice against the bruise, focusing on not wincing. "I deserve it."

"You don't, Pete," you sigh, careful not to let your eyes wander to Peter's - it's hard, though, feeling him stare at you so woefully from your peripheral.

But you slip eventually, Peter catching your eyes before you can look away.

"I'm sorry," he says again, reaching for your hand slowly, tenderly, wondering if you'll let him.

You do.

"I know you are, Peter."

It's quiet for a few moments before you sigh, examining Peter's arm for any other bruises.

"It's just the one," Peter confirms, before asking shyly, "Kiss it better?"

You roll your eyes but you push Peter's sleeve up further, careful not to touch the bruise as you place your lips on the top of Peter's shoulder, right next to a small freckle.

"I meant here," Peter taps his lips with a smile.

"Don't push it." You move away from Peter and he stands, following you around as you stop at a cupboard and dig around until you find an empty vase. Peter watches silently as you fill it with water and wordlessly back into your room, where you pick up the flowers from where Peter had left them on your nightstand and place them carefully inside the vase.

"They were beautiful when I bought them," Peter mutters.

"They're still nice," you insist. "So," you begin, taking a seat on your bed. "Do I really want to hear the details about all the dangers Spiderman has faced?"

"Depends on how much you still hate me," Peter replies, opening up a drawer full of your sleep shirts, sure he'll find one (or a few) of his among them. He does, and he's quick to start pulling his clothes off. Unfortunately, Peter hasn't come up with a better way of getting his suit off just yet.

"Is watching people undress part of the job?" Peter asks with a grin, slipping his head through your (his) shirt.

"No, we usually watch them get dressed," you hum.

"So it's just me then?" Peter drops next to you on your bed, pulling your laptop from its place on your nightstand.

"Okay, you were the one who started taking your clothes off in front of me."

"You looked."

You rolled your eyes but you smiled as Peter pulled you into his side, balancing your laptop between the two of you. He's quick to pull up clips of the show and you're surprised to see it already online; you're also surprised to see the few hundreds of views already, considering it had only been a few hours since the show.

"Tell me everything," Peter insists, propping himself up to focus his attention back on you.

So you do.

Peter has always been a good listener when it came to you, captivated by the way you speak. He's told you before that he could listen to you talk about nothing for hours, but he makes an extra effort to really pay attention tonight. He asks questions about the show and about intricacies that he doesn't quite understand.

You can tell when you're beginning to lose him, at some point where you're talking about the different stitches you had to use to create a certain design on one of your pieces.

Some of it Peter has heard already, but he listens regardless. He's set the laptop aside now, fingers drawing figures on your arm as he hums and nods.

You've gotten to the end, where you casually mention the invitation for drinks you got. Peter frowns, head propped on his hand so you can see the severity of his pout.

"What would you have done then?" You ask curiously.

"Waited," Peter said like it was obvious.

"What if I stayed out all night?"

"Well then I would've had to break in," Peter grins.

"You're a nuisance."

"The person you've turned me into," Peter rolls onto you, pressing his head into your neck.

"I have a feeling you've always been like this."

"Maybe," Peter hums against your skin, pressing his lips into your skin.

"I haven't forgiven you yet. You're still a dick."

"I am," Peter agrees, pulling his head away to look at you, arms caging you in at your sides. "The worst. Call me Penis Parker."

You can't help but laugh at that one, which of course makes Peter grin.

"You still owe me," you say sternly, hands meeting at the back of Peter's neck, capturing him in a loose hold. "For, like, the rest of your life."

"I owe you," Peter nods quickly, pressing a kiss to the inside of your arm. "For the rest of my life. Just as long as you're in it."

Peter's voice goes quiet towards the end, implicating something you hadn't intended for originally. Peter notices how your eyes widen slightly and he bites his lip.

"Uh, well, I don't think this is really the best time to tell you, but... uh," Peter hesitates, moving off of you, choosing to sit up next to you instead. "I... I love you."

You're sitting him, mouth slightly agape. All you'd expected tonight was a congratulations from Peter, not a love confession.

The silence scares him until Peter manages to hear your elevated heart rate (only barely over his own). Your face is hot and Peter's about to insist that you don't have to respond right now when you're pulling him in, slowly. Your hand is on his cheek and Peter's arms have shyly wrapped around you. Your noses bump and Peter tilts his head, not quite shutting his eyes just yet. His breath comes out a little strained and you know he's not gonna go for it until you do.

"I love you, Peter," you whisper. "But don't ever do that again."

Peter nods, moving to place a hand on your chin. "Wouldn't dream of it."

"Good."

And you lean in, finally, capturing Peter's lips in a kiss he was terrified he'd never experience again. He savored it now, hungry, refusing to let you go. He relished the funny feeling that your words created in his chest, pulling you close and making you feel every little ounce of love he had for you.

Peter wouldn't risk losing you again as long as he could help it.

[iliumheightnights]

Let Me Make You Proud | Tony Stark x Son!Reader

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Tony Stark x Son!reader

Summary: (M/N) has always wanted to make his dad proud. He not only gave up any of his aspirations and hobbies so that he could fulfill that wish, but also a part of himself. What happens when his dad starts paying attention to someone else he considers a son?

A/N: I’ve been wanting to write this for a long time so I’m excited. Warning there is just a little bit of Peter hate, not his fault, we still love him in this household. Also Tony is kind of a neglectful parent so just warning you. We have to have SOME angst.

(M/N) had just finished and turned in his essay which wasn’t due until next week. It was pretty simple to finish and now he can turn his attention to other things which were more important like these suit upgrades. Before he could get started he couldn’t help but have his eyes wander over to the small metal sphere sitting on his desk. This was the first BIG thing he ever made, it was just a small companion droid with an AI added into it, it was meant to be a friend for when you got lonely. He was so proud of it, he built it all without his dad’s or anyone else's help. He thought back to that day.

...

He had just finished screwing in the last bolt. “Done.” All that was left was to press the button and hopefully it wouldn’t blow up. It probably would. He stared at the bot for a while before pressing the button. The machine hummed and lit up. The machine was a large ball that when activated unfolded into a small robot with a face and arms.

“Hello. I’m PRYSM. Are you my friend?”

(M/N) could feel his smile growing. “Hello PRYSM. I’m (M/N). (M/N) Stark, and yes I’d love to be your friend. Come meet my dad!” He grabbed the little robot in his hands and dashed out of the room. He ran down to where he knew his dad was, the lab. Always the lab.

“Dad! Dad! Look what I made!”

Tony was hunched over his work bench typing away at something (M/N) couldn’t see. He didn’t even look up to see his son. “I’m a little busy right now bud, can it wait?”

(M/N) could feel his smile dropping. “Yeah...sure dad. What are you working on?”

Again without looking up from his work. “Important suit things. Can you please go upstairs? I need to concentrate.”

(M/N) was no longer excited to say the least. “Sure dad.”

The walk back to his room felt so much longer than it did, and PRYSM felt much heavier in his hands. Returning to his room he sat on his bed and sat PRYSM down beside him. “You’re sad. Why are you sad?”

“It’s nothing PRYSM. I just wish my dad would have looked at you.”

“He said he would later, what’s the problem (M/N)?”

“He lied PRYSM. He always lies.” He could feel the tears starting to build up in his eyes. Suddenly he felt arms wrap around him. He looked to see PRYSM hugging him. 

“I’m sorry he lied. I’m sorry you’re sad. But I’m here! I’m your friend and if you want to talk I’ll listen.”

(M/N) couldn’t but help but let out a small huffed laugh and hug them back. “Thanks PRYSM.”

“Anytime.”

…

Snapping out of his thoughts he turned back to the plans. He couldn’t get his head into it no matter how hard he tried. He eventually gave up and walked out of his room. The tower had grown significantly ever since all the avengers moved in here but it did feel nice to have more people. However, even with more people he couldn’t help but feel more alone.

The avengers have all become like family to him and they all love him, he just wished his dad did too. He knows his dad loves him, but after a while you quit believing in fairytales. That won’t stop him though, he just wants to make his dad proud. That got a lot more difficult after the battle of new york.

…

New York was on fire. It had been a normal day, people going about their daily life when suddenly there were aliens descending from a giant hole in the sky. (M/N) was on his way back to the tower when it happened. He just started running as more and more things were destroyed around him. Some of the aliens had flown right above him as he kept running, all he had to do was get to the tower.

Just get to the tower. It was a simple plan but things could never just be simple could they. Just as the doors of the tower came into view one of those aliens jumped in front of him. It screamed at him and he took a sharp turn down one of the many allies of New York. He realized his mistake as he found himself at a dead end, he could hear the alien coming closer. “Fuck. What do I do now?” The alien finally reached him and raised it’s rifle at him. He brought his arms to cower expecting the sweet release of death, that didn’t come however. Opening his eyes he noticed he was surrounded by some sort of force field. The alien kept firing it’s weapon at the shield. “Stop!” He shouted and reached his hand out for the alien to stop but as he did that the force field shot out throwing the alien against the wall knocking it out. “What just happened?”

…

Of course he didn’t tell his dad. His dad hated magic, he was already thinking his dad hated him what would have happened if he told his dad he had magic? Everything he had been working on would have been thrown out the drain. He was still lost in his head when he entered the common room he hadn’t even realized someone was talking to him.

“Earth to (M/N). Hello.”

“What?” (M/N) focused his eyes and saw it was Clint talking to him.

He loved all the avengers but Clint was always his favorite. He was pretty much more of a father to him then his own dad was. He always made sure (M/N) was okay and being taken care of. The two had become so close Clint was the only one to know about (M/N)’s powers. He knew Clint had a bad time with magic thanks to Loki but he didn’t have anyone to talk to about it and just kind of spilled it on the poor man. Clint, being the amazing person he was, was incredibly understanding and supportive of (M/N) even offering to help him figure out how to control it. He really was (M/N)’s true dad.

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost. You okay kid?” Clint’s face held that fatherly concern.

“Yeah I’m fine. I was just thinking. Maybe I should get my head out of the clouds.”

“No way! When you have your head in the clouds you always come up with the best ideas.”

“You’re just saying that to be nice.”

“No seriously. Just look at PRYSM they’re amazing and you did that on your own.”

“Thanks Clint you always know what to say.” 

“Anytime Kiddo. Seriously, always here for you.”

(M/N) continued on to the kitchen passing by some of the others like Steve and Natasha. Giving them a smile and a hello. The avengers loved him, but they also knew he was hurting. They tried talking to Tony about it but he only brushed them off saying (M/N) knew he loved him. They didn’t like that excuse so they took it on themselves to show their love to him. Entering the kitchen he was met with the grinning face of none other than the scarlet witch herself. “Afternoon (M/N).”

“Afternoon Wanda. Where’s Cosmo?”

“Very funny.” The two grinned at each other. It didn’t last long as her face dropped into a frown. “That spider kid is coming over soon.”

(M/N) looked down at the ground and crossed his arms. “Why? He upgrading his suit? Repairs?”

“I don’t know. All I know is your dad wants all of us to have, in quotes, a nice family dinner.”

“Sounds like the red wedding all over again.”

“Ha. I agree. I just thought I’d warn you.”

“Thanks wanda I guess I should prepare myself.”

“Don’t worry. It’ll be okay.”

“You say that now.”

He walked out of the kitchen and decided to go see what his dad was doing. To at least try and talk with him before Peter got here. Recently he has been spending more and more time with him and everytime he sees them together they look...happy. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t jealous of Peter. He pretty much got Tony to be his dad, while (M/N) was left behind.

As he approached the lab he heard laughing. Normally he would think it would be Bruce joking around with his dad, but this laughter wasn’t the same as Bruce’s. This laughter was a lot lighter. Peter. 

He stopped at the door and listened in. Peter was in the middle of telling his dad some story about one of his patrols. “And then I tied up all the bad guys and saved the people. But I had to get out of there fast because the cops were rolling up.” Tony laughed at that. “You did good kid. I’m proud of you.”

It felt like the entire world stood still. Those were the words (M/N) always wanted to hear from his father, but never did. What he didn’t expect even more was the next exchange that came about.

“Thanks dad.”

“Anytime,son.”

It felt like a void had suddenly grown in (M/N)’s stomach. If they had been joking it would have been one thing. But there was no light heartedness behind those words, only love. Everything that (M/N) had been giving and trying to receive back for years was just exchanged like that with some kid who wasn’t his son. But apparently more of a son than him. He didn’t hear the rest of the conversation, he didn’t want to. He just let his feet lead him back to his room.

He stayed there locked in his room for hours. He thought of everything he had done in his life for his father. He gave up almost all of his hobbies: writing,painting,singing, all of it. He gave it up so that he could follow in his father's steps and giant shadow. He wanted to be able to show his dad that he could take over Stark Industries and hopefully make him proud. This isn’t the life he wanted, He wanted to be able to go out and see friends. To travel the world. To just be a kid. He just wanted to be loved by his father. It was like he was falling off a large building and there was no safety net to catch him.

He was woken up by a knocking at his door. He hadn’t even realized he had fallen asleep. The door opened and Clint popped his head in. “Dinner’s ready kiddo.”

(M/N) groaned. “Coming.” He got off his bed and followed Clint to the table. The table was enormous, it was of course supposed to fit all the avengers. Most everyone was already sitting. (M/N) couldn’t help but notice how Peter sat right next to Tony. In the seat (M/N) normally sat at. Fan-fucking-tastic. The only seats left really were at the end so (M/N) sat at the very end facing his father on the other end while Clint sat next to him. Luckily wanda was on the other side of him. At Least he has these two. Everyone started getting into their food. There were a couple conversations going on all over the table. Steve cracking jokes with Nat and Bucky. Bruce talking to Peter about some equation. The noise just kind of drowned everything out, until Tony’s broke through it all. 

“So (M/N). How was your day?” It got very quiet at the table. It’s not like the two haven't talked but it never has been like how family talked to each other, more like acquaintances.

“It was fine.”

“That's it? Just fine? You were in your room all day. You should come out more.”

“I do come out. I just had a lot of work to get done today.”

“What kind of work?’

“Just a school Essay. I wanted to get it done so I could focus on other things.” He was focusing anywhere but his father.

“That’s good. Making sure to get the important things done. Very smart.”

It got quiet after that. You could pretty much hear a pin drop. Until Tony spoke up again. “So I wanted to get all of us together to have dinner because I have an announcement. As you know I’ve been trying to juggle both iron man duties and Stark Industries with Pepper but it has got to be just too much. So I have taken this time to step back from Stark Industries and I have decided on someone who I think can take good care of the company in my place...Peter.”

It was in the moment that (M/N)’s entire world shattered before him. Everything he had done, everything he had sacrificed had been for nothing. He tried so hard to make his father proud and this is what he gets. His father’s legacy given to a kid that swings around in a onesie.

“Pete and I have already talked about it. Pepper can handle everything on her own right now with some assistants but down the line Peter will take over-”

Tony was cut off by the sound of breaking glass. Everyone turned to look at (M/N) who was looking down, his fist was closed and the parts of his broken glass littered the end of the table.

“I’m done.” It was barely a whisper.

“(M/N)-” Wanda started to say.

“I AM DONE!” (M/N) shouted. “I HAVE GIVEN UP EVERYTHING FOR YOU! I HAVE TRIED FOR SO LONG TO MAKE YOU PROUD! ALL I HAVE EVER WANTED WAS FOR YOU TO LOVE ME AND YOU CAN’T EVEN DO THAT! NO YOU HAVE TO GO OFF AND REPLACE ME BECAUSE I AM SUCH A DISAPPOINTMENT TO YOU! I’M FUCKING DONE!” (M/N) pushed himself out of his seat and started walking back to his room. Before he left the kitchen however, he couldn’t help but notice the lego death star that was built up, Peter had brought that over to show Tony. Fuck it, Fuck them. (M/N) let his powers loose and lifted the set before throwing it across the room letting it hit the wall, smashing into pieces.

“My lego set!” 

(M/N) heard enough and walked off.

“(M/N)!” Clint called after him followed by Wanda. Tony just sat at the end of the table speechless. He didn’t realize he was hurting his son so much.

…

“You’ll be okay you know.”

(M/N) looked down at his friend and smiled. He kneeled down to talk to them better. “I hope so. I just don’t know if I’m strong enough.”

“You’re are. You’re strong enough and more. I know it.”

“Thanks PRYSM. You always know how to make me feel better.” After the whole dinner fiasco (M/N) decided to bring PRYSM back online. It had been years since their last talk. “WOW you’ve got sooooo big!” He loved that PRYSM still cared for him, even after everything. He made sure to tell them everything that happened at dinner and how he felt about it.

There was a knock on the door yet (M/N) didn’t move to open it. Whoever tried to open the door, however (M/N) locked it so no one could enter. The mystery person was finally revealed when they spoke through the door. “(M/N).” It was his dad.

“I’m sorry. I am so...so sorry. I hadn’t realized I was hurting you so bad. I never wanted to hurt you. I know it doesn’t mean anything to you now. I understand if you hate me now...I’d hate me too. I told myself when you were born that I wouldn’t be anything like my father...I didn’t realize that I would become worse than him. I wasn’t trying to replace you, I would never replace you. I love you. You aren’t a disappointment to me. I want you to know that...and I am so proud of you. I thought that you wanted to go out and see the world. I didn’t want to force you to take Stark Industries...I should have asked you. I should have talked with you. I should have been there for you so many times, Everyone tried to tell me. I wouldn’t listen though, I thought...I don’t even know anymore.” His voice was barely holding together now and truth be told (M/N) was barely keeping it together in his room. “I’m sorry. Please...let me try harder. I’ll try harder. I can’t lose you.”

(M/N) made no moves to open the door. He wasn’t about to forgive him so easily, maybe he wouldn’t forgive him at all. When he heard his dad’s footsteps fade away he spoke quietly. Barely above a whisper. “You’ve already lost me.” PRYSM rolled up to him and engulfed him in another hug. “I know people usually say you’ll have to forgive a person eventually. But that’s not true, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. I want you to know that whatever you decide I support you and I will be here for you.” The tears that were barely being held back were let loose at that, and (M/N) quickly hugged PRYSM back. 

The two stayed like that for a long time. Eventually the door was knocked on again. “(M/N).” Clint. “Can I come in?” He didn’t move for a bit but then got up and unlocked the door. He moved back to his bed and PRYSM as Clint entered. “Hey PRYSM.” 

“HEY CLINT IT IS SO GOOD TO SEE YOU AGAIN. But under such sad circumstances.”

“Hey can you give us a second?”

“Oooohhh, of course. I’ll just be over here.” PRYSM rolled off after that.

Clint sat beside (M/N) on the bed. Not saying anything for a bit. “That was some show you put on there kiddo.”

“I’m sorry for doing a Luke skywalker on the death star. But I won’t apologize for what I said.”

“I’m not here for that. What you said needed to be said. It’s been needing to be said for a long time and I’m proud of you for doing it.” 

“I did just out myself as a magic user to everyone.”

Clint laughed at that. “Yeah. You should have seen every one they were so confused. Especially Wanda and your dad. Wanda was surprised you didn’t tell her.”

“I should have.”

“That was up to you.” Clint turned to look at him. “Listen. I have always considered you a son to me. Which is why telling you this isn’t easy. You are at a crossroads right now. You have spent your whole life trying to fill your father’s shoes but now you don’t have to. I think this is where YOUR story begins.” 

“What do you mean?”

“I mean. I think you should go. Go explore the world. Try new things, meet new people. Discover who YOU are. You have spent your entire life trying to be Tony Stark; it's time for you to be (M/N) Stark. It won’t be easy. You’ll face a lot of challenges out there and you might fail a bunch of times, But I know you are strong enough to get back up. Go make friends, fall in love. And when it’s time,come back.” his face falters a bit. “Or...don’t. I want you to live YOUR life. If what you want is to never come back and just move on, then do it. I will always love you kiddo and I just want you to be happy.”

(M/N) pulled the man into a big hug as tears began to stream down his face. He might not be his biological dad, but that didn’t matter; he always loved him like he was. “Oh here’s something’s you might need. Just some extra money, a phone without a tracer and some basic necessities. See ya Kiddo.” With that Clint got up and left. PRYSM re entered the room.

��Clint told me I could come back in so blame him.”

(M/N) laughed at his friend. “It’s alright. Hey...Wanna go on an adventure with me?”

“Um Always!”

“Then let’s go.” (M/N) grabbed the bag of supplies and put some clothes in it. He opened the door letting PRYSM leave first before closing the door to his room for the last time in a very long time.

A/N: PHEW that was a big one. The biggest one I’ve ever written I hope you all like it. And yes eventually there will be a part 2 because there is still so much for it that I want to write like some reconnecting and such but (M/N) has to go on some self discovery first. Also LOVE PRYSM and imagined them to look like GORTYS from tales from the borderlands so enjoy. I really hope you liked it and keep an eye out for the next one.

[intrepidmare]

JAIME x BRIENNE FIC EXCHANGE RECOMMENDATIONS

Well, I have read about half of the fics in the @jaime-brienne-fic-exchange and these are my favorites so far. Seriously, guys, if you haven't read any of these stories already, you must! It's incredible how much talent is in this fandom. 

PS: I don't know/couldn't find everyone's Tumblr, either because they have a different username than on ao3 or don't have a blog here. If you recognize someone else's or your own work that I didn't @, please let me know and I'll edit it 😊

Let me begin with the fics with a love that transcends time and death.

(The first is the story that was written for me!! Please, guys, go, read it, and give some love to the extremely talented writer that came up with it! Words fail me to explain how amazing this fic is. Go read it and then you'll thank me for the rec.)

This is where we start again by @forbiddenfantasies1    

Explicit | chapters 8/8 | 40.7k words | past life au, modern setting, canon compliant

Brienne and Jaime had never met, but when they come together to work on a new project, they realize their connection may have been generations in the making.

Or in which Jaime and Brienne meet, begin having flashbacks to their ancestors lives, and are forced to figure out where they went wrong before they can determine how to make it right.

This life and the next by atomsandfairies    

Teen and up | chapters 6/6 | 8.2k words | historical setting, modern au

“Do you ever wonder how old our souls are? How many times we have missed and met? How many times we have come together?”

The questions have turned themselves over in her again and again, as long as they’ve been together, before he’s asked, before they’d even found each other.

There is a familiarity between them that seems too old for their time together.

Angstfest addicts, these are for you. Get ready to get beaten with feels. Don't worry, despite heartbreak along the way, all ends well.

My honor in your hands by @aviss    

General | one-shot | 2.8k words | hurt/comfort, missing scene, book canon

Jaime lasts the better part of a day before the silence gets to him.

By hearts and hands made fast by anonymous  

Mature | chapters 4/? | 10.1k words | 8x04 canon divergence, secret marriage 

»But he’d held her wrist even then, thumb stroking, Marry me, he’d said, marry me and never acknowledge it if you do not wish, but marry me as I should have married you that night and every other. If I’m to die, he’d said (with her, he had not), let me die as your husband.«

A grand romantic gesture has repercussions neither Jaime nor Brienne had foreseen.

Lies in the darkness by aleighcarlisle    

Mature | one-shot | 4.4k words | angst, hurt/comfort

"Hurt me with the truth, but never comfort me with a lie."

Man With a heartbeat by @sigilbroken        

Explicit | chapters 5/5 | 25.5k words | modern au

Angst is not your cup of tea? No problem. You should try the following. Only laughter, happy feelings ahead.

This one last thing by @aliveanddrunkonsunlight

Mature | One-shot | 13.3k words | Canon compliant, Post-ADWD, bed-sharing

Most tasks needed of a knight, he has been able to adapt to with only one hand, but he struggles with striking flint in order to start a fire. It would be easier if she was here.

Jaime and Brienne journey to the Vale.

What loves you back by @bookishpower    

Teen and up | one-shot | 11k words | fairytale-ish, post-canon

A retelling, and a continuation. Jaime learns the great lesson of his life.

That Would Be Enough by forpeaches (bluecarrots)

Mature | One-shot | 2.2k words | Canon compliant, Post-ADWD

Jaime, pining.

The unwitting third wheel by @nightreaderenigma (I should've known this was you!)  

Mature | chapters 4/4 | 17.8 k words | post-ADWD, canon compliant

Whilst recovering on the Quiet Isle, Podrick develops a crush on his mentor and heroine, Lady Brienne. The only hiccup in his bubble of infatuation is their new travelling companion – Ser Jaime Lannister. Because even though M’Lady Ser and the Golden Knight argue, there seems to be a bond between them he can’t quite place…

Warm by @angel-deux-writes      

Teen and up | one-shot | 13.5k words | canon divergence

Before the battle against the dead, Jaime volunteers for a routine patrol with Brienne to try and get some time to talk with her about why she has been avoiding him since he arrived at Winterfell. When a storm catches them unexpectedly when they're still far from the castle, they find a cave to hole up in for the night.

Way enough by laihiriel

Mature | chapters 3/5 | 10.8k words | modern setting, sports au

Brienne had forgotten how much she loved being out on the water. Joining the local boathouse and sitting in a scull again after her accident was the best thing she could have done for herself.

Because of you (i took my time to come around) by Weboury 

Teen and up | chapters 4/4 | 14.7k words | Modern setting, road trip, bed-sharing

Jaime, curator at the Tully Museum, wants to spend more time with Brienne, and maybe finally work around telling her how he feels about her. When Brienne, a historian, is tasked with retrieving the legendary sword Widow’s Wail from King’s Landing, Jaime thinks it’s the perfect time to put a plan in motion, only to find himself with Brienne and his cousin Cleos on an awkward road trip across the Riverlands. And then a goat shows up.

Kaleidoscope sky by allison_wonderland      

General | one-shot | 1k | modern au, carnivals

A terrible day, an unexpected stop, and drifting closer together.

Backpfeifengesicht by @samirant        

Explicit | one-shot  | 18.8 k words | modern au, enemies to friends to lovers

Backpfeifengesicht

(German) n. a face badly in need of a fist

See pictured: Jaime Lannister.

Brienne, Jaime and the Accidental marriage by @angel-deux-writes  

Teen and up | One-shot | 10k words | modern setting, reporter au 

Best friends, co-workers, and roommates Brienne and Jaime were supposed to head to Greywater Watch to cover a local festival for the newspaper at which they both work. They were NOT supposed to get married while they were there.  

Those who seek to find by @ice-connoisseur  

Teen and up | one-shot | 22.3k words | Jumanji au

But anyway, that was how it started: Arya found the game, and Sansa rolled the dice.

When you play the game of Jumanji, you win or you die.

In better light by winterkill   

Mature | one-shot | 17.7k words | canon divergence, post-ASOS

Perhaps Cersei was right, and every ounce of sense and bravery Jaime possessed was lost with his hand. Sansa Stark is my last chance for honor. He really said that to her? Brienne latched onto the sentiment like a hunting hound to the scent of its quarry. 

Before dawn, Jaime rises from his bed, wide awake and with a sense of renewed purpose.

I’m going to go with her.

If you're looking for adventures a little outside of the law, check these out  

Codename: kingslayer by libkat 

Mature | one-shot | 2.4k words | modern au, thief au

The world's greatest jewel thief is after his biggest score when he encounters his toughest opponent, who might also be the love of his life.

The Knight and the thief By @ddagent (this is the only one I guessed the author right. I knew it was you, Kelly) 

Teen and up | one-shot | 3.6k words | Modern au, burglar au, hurt/comfort

Jaime Lannister is rich, handsome – and a jewel thief. His next target is the home of Brienne Tarth, where he might finally find something worth stealing.

Last but not least, for those who like to hang out with creatures of the night, this one is for you

Into the spider's web by @jailynnW   

Teen and up | one-shot | 4.5k words | vampire au

Jaime has been a Vampire for centuries, dancing in and out of the grasp of his hunter. Brienne is tasked with taking down the Kingslayer. A mission that brings her more than she bargained for...

Hmm, it doesn't look bad that I'm going to do shameless self-promotion now that I've recommended the work of others, right? You know what? I don't care if it does. So here it is the one I wrote 😊

Made for you by me (Mare9548 on Ao3)

Teen and up | chapters 4/4 | 9.6k words | modern setting, arranged marriage

Despite his reluctance to get married, Jaime Lannister is having dinner with his future wife tonight. Quite a surprise he gets when he meets the woman that his father has chosen for him.

I'll come back later with more recs once I've gone through the rest of the amazing stories in the collection.

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[parkerparts]

witchy witch, won’t you grant my wish?

Parkner Halloween Week Day 3: Witches, Magic, “Were you always able to do that?”

i was going to write a fic for today, but i didn’t have the time, so have a hc list (it’s really just a whole plot in bullet point form please read)

villager!harley x witch!peter

abbie is desperately ill, and no doctor can cure her

harley blows up at their mother, scared that the treatments are doing more to damage abbie’s health than to cure her

he storms to mj’s house, and after ranting to her, she tells him a story

“the forest is sentient. if it likes you, it will reward you and help you find what you need. if it dislikes you, you’ll die. it’s full of the stuff of fairytales - nightmares and fantasies alike”

“like what?” harley asks

“a fountain of youth, probably. magical herbs, elusive spices. maybe a gnome or dwarf or something with magical healing powers.”

harley leaps up, scaring mj, and says, “i know what i have to do.”

later that night, he sneaks out with a packed bag and goes into the forest, hoping to find something, anything, that will cure abbie

he’s been lost in the forest for about a week, and his supplies are running out, and he thinks that the forest dislikes him, and this is how he dies

but then he stumbles across a clearing

more specifically, a cottage in the clearing

harley stumbles up to the door and begins to knock, but before he can, the door is yanked open

revealing the most stunning boy harley has ever met

“who are you? how did you find me?”

harley stutters, “i’m harley, from rose hill. i was wandering around the forest, and i just happened to find your house.”

the boy looks at him for a long time, an unreadable expression on his face, but eventually he opens the door wider and gestures for harley to come in

“the forest doesn’t just let anybody find me. what makes you so special, village boy?”

rude, harley thinks, but he keeps it to himself because there’s a pretty forest person inviting him into his house, and he really doesn’t want to screw that up

“i don’t know.”

peter scoffs, gesturing in the direction of a chair as he busied himself making tea

“what are you doing in the forest in the first place?”

harley swallows hard and says, “it’s my sister. she’s sick, and i was hoping i could find something in the forest that would cure her.”

peter studies him for a long moment before saying, “i think you’ve come to the wrong place.”

“the forest led me here, and i don’t think the forest makes mistakes.”

peter looks away, but not before harley sees the hurt shining in his eyes

over tea, they talk

harley learns that peter is a witch 

he meets peter’s pet/familiar, a giant spider named ned, who’s giant and scary but actually a cuddle bear

peter trained under his uncle until he died in a tragic accident, killed by his own magic

his aunt wanted nothing to do with magic after that, so she banished peter, and peter took refuge in the woods

“i’ve been out here for three years now. i’m trying to teach myself magic with uncle ben’s books, but it’s hard, you know? and i’m scared i’m going to end up like him.”

by the time the sun is setting and the kettle is empty, harley asks, “so can you help me?”

and peter, with the trace of a sad smile on his face, replies, “i can try.”

the forest doesn’t let them leave for two months

in that time, peter trains with harley’s help

harley grows increasingly worried about abbie, but he trusts peter, and he trusts the forest, so he stays, hoping she won’t be dead by the time they return to rose hill

harley and peter also get to know each other really well

peter hasn’t seen another person in three years, and he has a lot to talk about, and harley’s fascinated by his stories

harley also doesn’t have many friends, other than mj and his sister, and he relishes in the fact that he and peter get along really well

he buries the growing crush he has on the witch

he’s never done well with emotions, and he tends to mess up the few relationships he has with other people, both platonic and romantic

he can’t afford to mess up whatever it is he has with peter, not when peter is his only chance of curing abbie

one night, on a full moon, a werewolf stumbles into the clearing

“it’s fine,” peter says. “the enchantments around the house should hold up.”

but then a noise alerts peter, and they realize that ned was outside, and the werewolf is advancing on him

“no!” peter screams, running out the door, ignoring harley’s panicked cries. “don’t touch him!”

with a surge of magic, peter curses the werewolf back into the forest and strengthens the enchantments surrounding the clearing

harley stands in the doorway and watches as peter picks up ned with shaking arms

“were you always able to do that?”

peter looks up at with shining eyes and says, “no”

a couple of weeks later, peter says he’s ready, and the forest lets them out

they take some food and water and head back to rose hill, following the path the forest gives them

one night, harley’s unable to sleep, and judging by the amount of movement coming from peter, he knows the other boy is lying awake too

“harley?”

“yeah?”

“i was reading in one of the books that magic, good magic, is strengthened by love.”

“makes sense. love is a really strong emotion, harley replies, trying to keep his voice from shaking

“i think my magic has been a lot stronger since you came.”

“it definitely has. you’ve improved.”

“harley,” peter says softly, sitting up.

harley sits up too, looking at peter with soft, scared eyes. “peter.”

“i think i’m in love with you.”

that night, under the stars, they share a kiss, full of pining and fear and hope

and maybe love

the next day, the arrive in rose hill, and harley’s so nervous that he’s practically sprinting towards his house, dragging peter alongside him

harley bursts into their house, and there’s abbie, lying on her bed, her golden hair and blowing face reduced to a grey pallor

their mother sits beside her, crying, but she looks up when the door slams open

“harley?”

“mama,” harley says, and he’s almost crying too, comforted by a gentle squeeze of peter’s hand, “mama, it’s me, and i’ve brought help.”

“i thought you died! i thought that one of my children died in the forest and the other one is dying right before my eyes.”

“mama, it’s okay,” harley says, and he’s definitely crying now. “this is peter. he’s a witch, he’s going to help us.”

his mother steps aside, and peter gets to work

when the spell finishes, abbie gasps, and her bright blue eyes blink open as a golden light fills her and spreads through her body

harley hears his mother’s choked-up cheer, and his heart lifts, but then peter collapses

“peter!” harley shreiks, catching the boy in his arms. “peter!”

peter cracks open his eyes and smiles faintly up at harley

“i did what had to be done.”

“you traded your life for hers,” harley whispers through his tears. “peter, you idiot.”

“it was the only way i could guarantee her life.”

“but i can’t lose you too.”

peter chokes out a laugh. “you’ll be okay.”

“peter,” harley says softly.

“i love you, harley.”

the light goes out in peter’s eyes, and harley cries

“peter, i love you,” he whispers, pressing a soft kiss to peter’s lips

then all of a sudden, like magic - no, it is magic - a golden light washes over peter’s body, just like abbie, and peter gasps awake, back from the dead

“harley!” he cries out, and harley is too amazed, too dumbfounded by what just happened to even say anything back.

“it’s me,” he eventually whispers. “it’s me.”

[wickedwyrmsa]

💘 + Joe & Nikki / even tho it's waaaaay too early I wanna know what you think

           –––––– HEADCANONS MEME: DATING EDITION!! ––––––

where  they   first   met   and   how

their first meeting was through work. probably when joe was still in nxt and then got called up to meet his new colleagues. it wasn’t love at first sight, i think joe knew that there was the whole thing with cena so he didn’t put his mind into it but i think nicole would be the type to come to him and welcome him personally. 

how   long   their   ‘flirting’   phase   was   before   feelings   got   involved

both of them are always flirty and smooth with each other but before things ever got really heated and beyond an innocent flirt, soooooo..... probably once cena and nicole had broken up joe was willing to test the new boundaries. 

who   fell   for   who   first   ( if   applicable )

joe. he has a soft heart!

where   their   first   date   was   and   what   it   was   like

i see joe going completely out of his way to impress nicole, inviting her to a fancy restaurant or maybe a private gala or something. they’ll be all dressed up and he’ll throw on a sexy suit to leave his mark. 

who   asks   who   out   and   how   ( with   a   sign?   spelled   out   on   a   cake?   just   a   simple   ‘will   you   go   out   with   me’? )

OK LISTEN!!! IMAGINE!! joe writing a love letter to nicole and asking her out in it because he’s a little bit old school and a sucker for romance!!

who   proposes   first

must be joe. nicole lives in a bit of a fairytale so she’d wait for him to ask for her hand. and he probably would. he loves the idea of a family.

if   they   keep   /   kept   their   relationship   secret   or   let   everyone   know   right   away

nicole LIVES on social media so there’s no chance they’d keep it a secret. and to be honest, i don’t think either of them would want that. 

where   the   proposal   happens   and   how   ( kiss   cam   at   a   baseball   game?   on   a   hillside   surrounded   by   ducks?   at   a   disney   park? )

joe would do it when they are on vacation. maybe on hawaii or even samoa! away from the eyes of other people, romantically proposing to her in the sunset.

if   they   adopt   any   pets   together

joe isn’t much of a pet guy. he’d rather have kids. so he will accept winston and that’s it. 

who’s   more   dominant

nicole likes a big strong man who knows what he wants and says what pleases him. so she’d be willing to give this role to joe though, never truly letting things get out of balance. 

where   their   first   kiss   was   and   what   it   was   like

they kissed on the first date. when joe dropped her off at home they kissed in front of the door. it was loving but passionate and lasted for at least a minute!

if   they   have   any   matching   couples   stuff   ( mugs?   sweaters?   pillowcases? )

sweaters for sure!! these ‘king’ & ‘queen’ sweaters are for sure to be found in their wardrobe. i also see them having a lot of matching jewlery maybe. especially watches. 

who   holds   the   umbrella   when   it   rains

joe because he is tALL!!

where   their   usual   ‘date   spot’   is   ( if   applicable )

for sure they have their favorite italian restaurant. roman being partially italian will love it and nicole enjoying luxury won’t complain if they hit luigi’s every other day for date night!

who’s   more   protective

JOE JOE JOE kicking people’s ass if they hit on nicole DAMN

how   long   it   is   before   they   sleep   together   ( can   be   as   in   ‘had   sex’   or   as   in   ‘shared   a   bed’ )

they had sex on the second date i’d say. maybe nicole invited him over to cook together or simply for a glass of wine and then one thing lead to the other and BAM it happened. he also stayed to sleep over that night. 

if   they   argue   about   anything

the time nicole needs to get ready and the amount of handbags she buys. joe spending too much time training probably.

who   leaves   more   marks   ( lipstick,   hickeys,   scratchmarks   etc. )

neither. love marks are for teens.

who   steals   whose   clothes   and   how   often

oh christ, nicole will be stealing her boyfriend’s clothes all the time. joe-sweaters are simply warmer and softer, she’s sure of that! and his shirts are more comfortable to sleep in too.

how   they   cuddle   ( spooning?   facing   each   other? )

nicole will be resting her head on his chest A LOT!!

what   their   favourite   nonsexual   activity   is

.. shopping. even though joe can something get a little cranky over the amount of money nicole spends on clothes, he’ll still love it that she does care about her outer appearance so much and will want to look good next to her too. 

how   long   they   stay   mad   at   each   other

nicole can be mad FOREVER but joe is a peace seeker. he’d try to make up quickly.

what   their   usual   coffee   /   tea   orders   are

joe isn’t much of a coffee drinker so he’d prefer a green tea over everything else. but nicole will order all these typical starbucks drinks that are way too sweet and barely even count as coffee anymore. 

if   they   ever   have   any   children   together

3 to 4 kids. they both love kids. joe wants a big family. nicole simply wants to be a mom so she’s fine with it. 

if   they   have   any   special   pet   names   for   each   other

for some reason i see joe getting off on calling her simply by her first name but babe is also going to be a present one. the same goes the other way around. no real need for fancy nicknames here. they’re fancy in other areas of life. 

if   they   ever   split   up   and   /   or   get   back   together

they are probably on / off in the first couple of months of their relationship before they get more setled and comfortable with each other. 

what   their   shared   living   space   is   like   ( messy?   clean?   what   kind   of   decor? )

suuuuuper clean. they both like it neat and tidy. because they live in a huge house i am sure they have a cleaning lady that comes by every day to make sure their home is perfect. damn, both of them like things that are simply perfect..

what   their   first   christmas   /  hanukkah   /  etc   as  a   couple   was   like

they will be celebrating with joe’s family first and then later that day meet up with nicoles family. the gifts that are exchanged are going to be HUGE. why do i see joe giving her a car on their first christmas????

what   their   names   are   in   each   other’s   phones

in joe’s phone she’s going to be ‘babe’ and in nicole’s phone he’s going to beeeeeeee ‘my love’ maybe.

if   they   have   any   ‘couple   traditions’   ( buying   a   new   mug   for   their   collection   every   year?   baking   every   friday   evening? )

once a week they want to have breakfast at their house together with their parents and siblings. because they’re on the road so much it’s especially important to them to share this time with the family. also, thursday nights are reserved for whatever date they feel like doing. 

who   falls   asleep   first   and   who   wakes   up   first

both go to sleep early and wake up early. they want to make the most of the day!

who’s   the   big   spoon   /   little   spoon

usually joe is the big spoon but there will be days when he just needs his lady to be strong for him so he doesn’t mind being cuddled by her. 

who   hogs   the   bathroom

NICOLE

who   kills   the   spiders   /   takes   them   outside

joe will have to do it to shut nicoles constant ‘omg get it out! get it out!’ up.

[blacksunradiance]

Nurarihyon no Mago Character CD Series #4: <Special Drama> Suspiciously in full bloom during the flower viewing!? (お花見は妖しさ満開!?, Ohanami wa ayakashisa mankai!?)

Summary: The Kiyojūji Paranormal Investigation Squad is getting ready for flower viewing, but they have some free time beforehand. What mysteries can they observe in that time?

Translation was a commission done by @kairosity!

Translation below.

Special drama: Suspicious (youkai) activity in full bloom at the flower watching festival!?

(TN: the kanji used to write “suspicious” is used in the word “youkai”.)

Shima: Phew. How about this, Kiyotsugu-kun? Kiyotsugu: Hm? Good work, Shima-kun! My, you sure picked out a good spot! Shima: Ahaha, it’s nothing. Kiyotsugu: No, it was worth it to go out of the way and grab a spot before everyone else. And now the Kiyojuji Paranormal Patrol Flower Watching Party is sure to be a great success! Shima: You’re right, Kiyotsugu-kun! Kiyotsugu: However! Here lies one problem. Shima: What? Kiyotsugu: That would be…time! Shima: Time? Kiyotsugu: Yes, time! We still have five hours before all of us are supposed to meet up. Shima: Ah…I guess we came a little too early, huh. Kiyotsugu: And so, do you have anything that we can kill time with, Shima-kun? Something that we can use to while away those five hours we have before everyone else gets here. Shima: …That’s…a pretty high hurdle, there. Ah, but I brought – oof – this! Here we go – a soccer ball! Kiyotsugu: Oh! Well then. We can count the number of black pieces that are on a soccer ball to kill time! I see, I see. Shima: Uh, I don’t think that’ll use up five hours. And it’s not like I want to do that, anyway. Kiyotsugu: Hm, really? Then why did you bring one? Shima: Well…uh, it’s a soccer ball, so – to play soccer. Kiyotsugu: With whom? Shima: Whom…? Everyone in Kiyojuji? Kiyotsugu: Soccer, with everyone? Where we’ll be watching the flowers? Shima: …! Well, I… Okay, maybe it’s a little weird, but…there’s nothing wrong with it! I can get closer to Oikawa-san while playing soccer with everyone, and if that doesn’t work out then I can magnificently do sit-ups in front of them all, and then everyone will be all “kya!” and “wow!” – and Oikawa-san will also watch me and say with shining eyes, “Shima-kun, how wonderful!” and – just what are you making me say Kiyotsugu-kun geez you’re seriously so – hahaha! Nyahahaha! Ny- ow!

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Kiyotsugu: My, there sure are a lot of carts and stalls over here. Shima: Yeah, Kiyotsugu-kun. Kiyotsugu: By the way, Shima-kun… Shima: What, Kiyotsugu-kun? Kiyotsugu: Why did you follow me out here? Shima: …! Well – isn’t it obvious that I would? I’d go wherever you would! Kiyotsugu: No. We came here to secure a flower watching spot, didn’t we? So isn’t it odd that neither of us are at said spot? Shima: So…you mean…that you want me to wait over there, alone? For five hours!? Kiyotsugu: I didn’t say that. Shima: ! Then – Kiyotsugu: There’s four hours and fifty minutes left. Shima: Kiyotsugu-kunnn!! Kiyotsugu: Anyway, someone has to stay over there, right? Shima: I know already! I just have to go back, don’t I? But can I just buy a cotton candy from one of those stalls first? Kiyotsugu: Cotton candy? Hm…you sure are a kid, even though you’re already in middle school. Shima: What’s the big deal! When you think of stalls, you think of cotton candy! And you can only eat it at times like this! Kiyotsugu: Well, that’s true, too… Okay! I’ll buy your share, too! Shima: Seriously? Thanks! Kiyotsugu: Excuse me, sir! Can I have two cotton candies, please? (sound of money) Eh? You’re going to start making it now? Shima: It’s fine, isn’t it! It’ll be freshly made, freshly made! Kiyotsugu: Got it. Then I’ll take them, please. (machine whirrs) Shima: Look, it started! Kiyotsugu: Take a good, calm look, Shima-kun – the skilled craftsmanship of a cotton candy seller! Shima: Mn! Whoa…you put sugar into the machine, then when the finished cotton candy comes out…ooh, it spins and spins and spins and – (thonk sound) Uwah! Kiyotsugu: It sure is mysterious no matter how many times you’ve seen it, though… Before you know it, the thread that comes out of that machine ends up looking like spider web… Shima: K-K-K-K-Kiyotsugu-kun! Kiyotsugu-kunnn! Kiyotsugu: What, Shima-kun? I’m trying to enjoy the mysterious sights in this fairytale-like atmosphere here! Shima: Yes! It really is mysterious! Kiyotsugu: Oi, oi, Shima-kun. Could it be that you don’t know how cotton candy is made? I’m saying that the way it looks is mysterious, but it doesn’t mean that I don’t know the underlying – Shima: Yes, that! The way he looks! Kiyotsugu: Huh? Shima, just what are you going on about? Shima: I saw it. The guy making the cotton candy – his neck! Kiyotsugu: His neck? Shima: His head’s also swaying along as he’s spinning the cotton candy stick, and then – under that scarf of his should be his neck, but it – uwaaaaaaaaaaaa! (runs away) Kiyotsugu: Shima-kun? What the heck is he on about? Oi, Shima-kunnn!

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Shima: Haa…haa…uwah! I’ve…I’ve gotta get out of here! Kiyotsugu: Shima-kun! Shima: Kiyotsugu-kun! Kiyotsugu: Phew…finally caught up to you! Just what’s wrong? Why did you run off all of a sudden? Shima: Like I said, his neck! Didn’t you see it? Kiyotsugu: Of course I did! He made cotton candy for us! Nothing else entered my line of sight. Shima: Eh, you sure seem to like cotton candy a lot. Kiyotsugu: Anyway, calm down! Shima: But… Kiyotsugu: He had no neck? No way. Only a youkai wouldn’t have a neck. Shima: Right, a youkai! A youkai, at the stalls…uh, at the stalls? And…making cotton candy. A youkai? Kiyotsugu: Do you really think something like that’s possible? Shima: …Yeah, I guess not, normally. Kiyotsugu: You were probably just seeing things. Geez, raising such a fuss over nothing. Shima: S…sorry. Kiyotsugu: Sigh. Well, we can’t do anything about the cotton candy. Is there anything else we can do to while away the time… (splash, splash) Oh, goldfish scooping! How about it, Shima-kun, to change the mood? And of course, I’ll pay! Shima: Kiyotsugu-kun…you really are kind! Kiyotsugu: Excuse me, sir! Here, this is for the two of us, me and him. Shima: All right, time to scoop a lot of goldfish! …Eh!? Kiyotsugu: What’s wrong, Shima-kun? Shima: No, j-just…did you see that, just now? Kiyotsugu: What, just now? Shima: That guy…when he gave us the paper to scoop goldfish with… Kiyotsugu: Oh, paper! I’ve used monaka (TL: a thin wafer cookie) far more when going goldfish scooping, but I guess that there is a certain – charm, I suppose, to – Shima: Who cares about something like that! I saw it. The guy who handed us the paper, his hand…his hand…it was webbed! Kiyotsugu: What? Webbed? Impossible! He can’t possibly a kappa or something – Shima: I saw it! Take a good look, Kiyotsugu-kun! (exclamation sound) Hey, why are you hiding your hands, you! Kiyotsugu: Hey! (scuffling sounds) Stop trying to get us into scuffles with the guys who run the carts! Shima: Hey, hurry up and stick your hand out already! Kiyotsugu: I’m so very sorry. He seems to be quite agitated. We’ll stop by again later, if you don’t mind. Shima: Ahh! Where are you going, Kiyotsugu-kun? I really saw – Kiyotsugu: Will you cease this already! Like I said, there’s no way that youkai would be running stalls! Shima: But…!

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Kiyotsugu: Sigh. Then, how about that one? Next to the goldfish scooping stall, the game of all games…the shooting gallery! Shima: Shooting? Well…sure, okay. This time the people at the stalls look like normal people, right. Kiyotsugu: They’ve all been normal people! The entire time! Sir, (sound of coins clinking) here, for two people. Shima: R...right! It’s just like you say! I’ve just been seeing things… Ehh! I haven’t been! Kiyotsugu: Shima-kun? Shima: Those dolls! The ones lined up at the targets…they laughed!! Kiyotsugu: That’s…isn’t that just some mechanism that they have? Shima: It’s way above that level! Ah! Next to them there’s a natto kozo…! And below, a ko-oni…!! And in that corner, a san-no-kuchi…! Kiyotsugu: You seem a bit tired, Shima-kun. Shima: It’s true! I’m telling the truth, Kiyotsugu-kun! There are all of these youkai at this flower watching festival’s stalls! Rikuo: No! (thwump) Kiyotsugu: Oh, Nura-kun! Rikuo: A…haha, haha…hey there… Kiyotsugu: Why are you here? We still have…four hours and thirty minutes until the meet-up time, don’t we? Shima: (muffled attempts at speaking) Rikuo: Uhm…I was just wondering what you guys were up to…I mean, you know, since you said you were going to go on ahead and stake out a spot. Kiyotsugu: And why are you covering Shima-kun’s mouth? Rikuo: Uhm, well! Kiyotsugu: Shima-kun looks like he’s having a hard time breathing, there. (muffled sounds intensify) Rikuo: Ahh! Sorry! Shima: Gah! (cough, cough) What the heck are you doing, Nura! Rikuo: Sorry, Shima-kun! But you were trying to talk about youkai, so… Kiyotsugu: Exactly! You’re trying to speak of strange things at our flower watching venue! Shima: What! But it’s strange, Kiyotsugu-kun! Aren’t you always the first one to make a fuss if youkai appear! Kiyotsugu: It’s just not possible, though! Youkai making us cotton candy and helping us scoop goldfish and shooting targets in broad daylight... Shima: How can you be so sure! Kiyotsugu: Aesthetics! Shima: Aes...aesth…aesthetics? Kiyotsugu: Yes, aesthetics! The proud youkai as represented by those who control the night, the ones who saved me – cheerfully, brightly doing business, here? Does that sound possible to you? Not at all, right!? Right, Shima-kun? Shima: Uh…haa… Rikuo: (nervous laughter) It really is possible, though…the group that normally runs these carts are on break today, and for some reason our group is subbing for them… Kiyotsugu: Did you say something, Nura-kun? Rikuo: Ah, no! Nothing at all! Kiyotsugu: Anyway! There are no youkai here! And this I do proclaim as the veritable leader of the Kiyojuji Paranormal Patrol! There can be nothing more certain than this, I’d say! Shima: Kiyotsugu-kun…uh…right! If that’s what you say, then I really must have just been seeing things. Kiyotsugu: Shima-kun, I’m sure you’re tired. I do feel sorry about it, since I always have you come along with me to various things. Shima: No, not at all…! I – I respect you a lot, Kiyotsugu-kun, so! Kiyotsugu: Nura-kun is here, too! Surely now we won’t be bored! Let’s go back to our flower watching spot! Rikuo: Yeah, let’s. Shima: Kiyotsugu-kun…

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(sound of wind blowing) Kiyotsugu: Hm…it was definitely here, right? Shima: Right. It…definitely was. …Was it, really? Kiyotsugu: Of…of course! We definitely laid down a sheet here to claim our spot, right, Shima-kun? Shima: …The wind. Kiyotsugu: Eh? Shima: The wind blew it away. We didn’t put any heavy rocks on it or anything, so… Kiyotsugu: It was the youkai! Nura, Shima: Eh? Kiyotsugu: Yes. There is no way I would make such an elementary mistake such as letting our sheet get blown away by the wind… There’s no doubt about it – this is all the youkai’s doing! Nura, Shima: Ehhh?? Kiyotsugu: Yes, exactly! It seems that there are youkai in this park after all! You were right, Shima-kun. Ha ha ha ha! Rikuo: Kiyotsugu-kun… Shima: Kiyotsugu-kun…that’s really lame. Kiyotsugu: Haaa ha ha ha! I see, I see, it’s all the youkais’ doing! Ahahaha!

[ladypjmoon]

BTS FF Reads for August

Greetings Readers!!!

Here’s my BTS FanFiction Recommendations for August!!!  

This is the last long-ish reading list for the summer as university terms begin later this month for the majority of the US.  I hope you all had a fantastic summer and were able to create happy memories with family, friends and maybe even a love interest!!!  

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01)   Title: Blow Me Like Your French Horn

Ship:  Jikook

Author:  by ohdizzy

Link:  http://download.archiveofourown.org/works/5742976 

Summary: In which Jimin undergoes a transformation from Cinnamon Roll to Sinnamon Roll and Jeongguk is a little too ompetitive, a little too tsundere, and a little bit too moony-eyed for his own good.  (A tale of red converses, sandpit wrestling, shitty best friends a little too obsessed with playing Cupid, emotional constipation, existential crises, and that one body roll Jimin does that makes Jeongguk re-evaluate his life)

“i see that you adore playing your loud ass trumpet at random moments in the middle of the night, well fyi i happen to be a master at the French horn so fuck u i challenge you to a brass off” AU

My Review: Wow, I adored this story—it’s packed with fun, mischief and mayhem...but the ‘feels’ are definitely here too!  Jungkook is emotionally constipated and entirely to competitive with his new neighbor and we follow their relationship from age 7 into college.  This has fantastic dialog and a healthy side of Taegi so enjoy!

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 02)   Title: don't be like a prey (smooth like a like a snake)

Ship:  Jikook

Author:  by sugacravings

Link:  http://download.archiveofourown.org/works/10749690

Summary:  “what do you mean, me?” jimin asks dubiously, blinking up at the village leaders. he sees taemin scrunch his eyebrows in worry, and minho grimaces.  “out of all the qualifying youths, hoseok is immediately a no,” kibum pipes up. “he’s scared of garden snakes. and tae...well, tae would just get lost.”  jimin tries to think of a way to defend his friends’ honour but comes up empty.  

(a red riding hood au except not the original plot and gay)

My Review: Here’s another Jikook story with a very loosely related Red Riding Hood, fairytale theme.  All the BTS members are in this one and it’s a solid plot, well written and quite funny in places.  There is implied smutt but it’s not graphic or pwp by any means.  

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 03)   Title: In The Same Boat

Ship:  Vmin

Author:  by pornographicpenguin

Link:  http://download.archiveofourown.org/works/11221653

Summary:  "You want to what?"

"Dock," Jimin says.

Taehyung blinks. "You mean like...with a boat?"

My Review: Holy fuck this is some fabulous shit!!! There’s a fuckton of sexual tension packed into these 9 pages and it’s not all smut—there’re some serious sparks and feels between these two...you literally taste it, lol!!!  You will fall in love with this story!!!          

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 04)   Title: just stay here (forever, if you want)

Ship:  Taegi

Author:  by Indigofingers

Link:  http://download.archiveofourown.org/works/8257759

Summary:  "My roommate is drunk and won't open the door, can I sleep here tonight?"  Or, Yoongi doesn't let people sleep in his room but can't turn Taehyung away. Invites him to stay, even.

My Review:  This Taegi story is your basic feel-good plot on crack.  I’m a sucker for anything Yoongi—but a soft, grumpy hyung is my personal favorite...and this story oozes Yoongi fluff so check it out!  

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 05)   Title:  Love Me Across The Universes

Ship:  Taekook | Vkook

Author:  by Kavbj

Link:  http://download.archiveofourown.org/works/7784662

Summary:  It starts and ends with Jungkook chasing after the boy he sees in glass windows and passing reflections.  It starts and ends with Taehyung.

My Review: This is a very powerful plot that will sneak up on you.  I found it enthralling—but I will warn you up front, the author did not wrap the ending up with a nice, neat little bow on top—so if you don’t like teary goodbyes, you’re having an emotional week or just a little short on sunshine...then you might want to pass on this one.  

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 06)   Title: Of Spiced Honey and Apples

Ship:  Yoonmin

Author:  by tinycloverspot

Link:  http://download.archiveofourown.org/works/7252357

Summary:  One month of separation across a seemingly infinite sea and Jimin was finally back in Yoongi's arms.  Jimin was finally back home.  Or: Jimin comes home and they have filthy sex yeah that's a better summary XD

My Review: And here’s a short Yoonmin story—straight up ABO smut.  Jimin is great as a sexy, possessive alpha—so grab some ice for your drink...it’s about to get a little hot!  

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 07)   Title: One Minute English

Ship:  Vmon

Author:  by rosiex

Link:  http://download.archiveofourown.org/works/9622331

Summary:  Sometimes you don't need words to understand each other.  Or: Namjoon goes to Seoul and meets a handsome stranger.  Just a very short fluffy piece inspired by the Rapmon 1 minute English lesson on the latest Vapp broadcast.

 My Review: Here’s a sweet little 5-pager that will absolutely melt your heart—this is full of fluff and feels with a picture-perfect ending too.  You will want to download this one and read it over and over again!!!

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 08)   Title: Boys who Talk Shit

Ship:  Yoonmin

Author:  by internetpistol

Link:  http://download.archiveofourown.org/works/6535498

Summary:  When Yoongi enrolled in BTS (aka Boys who Talk Shit) Boarding School, he wasn't really expecting to be the only 'straight' (to be read sarcastically) guy in a room of seven geniuses (aka children aged five to ten, honestly). Plus four pet spiders. Yes, plural.  Chaotic episodes in A Place of Love and War, where Yoongi learns all about True Love via Park Jimin, Music and Marriage. Sort of. Brain bleach and ear plugs are strongly recommended.

My Review:  An amazing story, well written and fantastic characters!  This story has humor, great dialog and plenty of action to keep you entertained—you’re gonna wish there was a sequel to this one, ngl!!!

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 09)   Title: Can't keep my hands to myself (no matter how hard I'm

trying to)

Ship: Taekook | Vkook

Author:  by sunshineandpixiedust

Link:  http://download.archiveofourown.org/works/6020827

Summary:  

6:00 | tae hyung

What are you wearing?

or: Taehyung and Jeongguk starts to sext as a game. Jeongguk will not lose.

My Review: Here’s a cute Taekook story that starts off with some sexting—but don’t worry, there’s huge helping of Taekook smut! Spoiler alert...this is a bottom Jungkook (yassss!)

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 10)   Title: Resonance

Ship:  Taekook | Vkook

Author:  by rix

Link:  http://download.archiveofourown.org/works/9538235

Summary:  Jungkook wonders if the fact that soul-focused battle techniques make people horny as hell is just something the professors politely ignore. Or maybe he's just weird.

My Review: This is a soul eater au so make sure you read the author’s notes if you’re not familiar with the au.  This story is lit—it’s got action, drama, romance and humor so enjoy it!

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 11)   Title: You're My Angel

Ship:  Sugakookie

Author:  by katesicle

Link:  http://download.archiveofourown.org/works/11426052

Summary:  Jungkook's tattoos don't mean anything in particular, except how Yoongi gets when he's frustrated, and needs to do something with his hands, or when Yoongi wants to practice a new design style, or how Jungkook keeps Yoongi with him during long months apart from each other. Okay, so the tattoos mean something. Jungkook's just not sure what.

My Review: Three pages of feels!  This is quick read and it’s seriously an awesome little story.

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 12)   Title: all of your sides are good

Ship:  Vmin

Author:  by knth

Link:  http://download.archiveofourown.org/works/5040898

Summary:  “I’m serious,” he whispers before slipping into slumber. “You have to do whatever I want. No ifs or buts about it.”  

It's Jimin's birthday and Taehyung has to do whatever he wants. (Or where Jimin doesn'tknow what he wants, is what Taehyung wants too.)

My Review:   Here’s a fantastic Vmin story for this month! This one has it all—heart and with the added benefit of smut between friends so it’s a definite winner for your summer love enjoyment!

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 13)   Title: kiss and cry

Ship:  Sugakookie | Yoonkook

Author:  by darling

Link:  http://download.archiveofourown.org/works/8632942

Summary:   it makes sense, perhaps, that yoongi's music only sounds right in the hands of someone

who loves it just as much as he does.

My Review: Thanks to darling I fell in love with Sugakookie and I don’t think anyone writes this ship more justice! This is a Yuri On Ice-themed story with a f*ckton of feels and mental imagery from one of the best writers out there...in my opinion—so give it a go and see what you think!

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 14)   Title: Soulmate? No, Thanks.

Ship:  Yoonmin

Author:  by Bookworming

Link:  http://download.archiveofourown.org/works/5891656

Summary:  

Min Yoongi has been waiting to have his first colour dream since he was 17 because a dream in colour is the dream of your soulmate, whoever they are. In a world where all humans have only black and white dreams the only colour dreams one gets are those of their soulmate, if they have one. Soulmates get each other's dreams in colour and can speak to them through those dreams, a privilege Yoongi has coveted for a long time.  Yoongi has also coveted his best friend Kim Seokjin for a long time but unfortunately for

Yoongi, Seokjin's soulmate loves sleeping and occupies his mind in a way Yoongi never does.  

Park Jimin made the worst mistake of his life by getting drunk and driving himself home one day before his 17th birthday. When he wakes up, things have changed drastically, the biggest change being the sexy voice that interrupted his first pleasant dream in a LONG time.

My Review: This is a beautiful story that starts out sad but don’t worry, there’s a happy ending!!!  It’s a soulmate au where both Jimin and Yoongi are in love with their best friend—both of whom find love (and soulmate) in other people over the course of the story.  The plot will make you cry, roll your eyes and cringe from second-hand embarrassment (mostly Yoongi) but it’ll leave you smiling in the end...I promise!!!        

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 15)   Title: The Angel In You

Ship:  Jikook

Author:  by bangtansunyeondan

Link:  http://download.archiveofourown.org/works/10476954

Summary:  “I’m his ex boyfriend who knows that you’re a piece of shit. If you ever speak to him like that again, i’ll fucking kill you.” The guy with chocolate brown hair spoke in a voice so low and threatening.  Jimin swallowed the lump in his throat. “We’re done, don’t try and contact me. I can’t stand your insults any longer. Goodbye.” Jimin walked off, feeling his face burn at all the

stares he was getting. ***

Jimin turned around, not realizing he was crying until the guy’s look softened and tried to wipe his tears away but Jimin pushed his hand away and sniffled. “Listen, thanks for defending me and all, but I don’t know who you are.”  The guy looked at him with a small frown. “I’m Jeon Jungkook, now you know me.”

or

very loosely based on ‘my current partner is a huge asshole and i need a reason to break up with them so will you pretend to be my possessive and violent ex’ au

My Review: Honestly, this story will leave you breathless from the feels!  Jungkook comes to Jimin’s rescue and he can’t help but fall in love with the younger boy. They decide to take things slow since Jimin just got out of an abusive relationship...but the chemistry between them makes this difficult.  There’s no smut but the makeout sessions are well written and get quite heated leaving the reader wanting more and although sexually frustrating...it’s a great read!!!

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 16)   Title: Hai Shi Shan Meng

Ship:  Taegi

Author:  by handintheshot

Link:  http://download.archiveofourown.org/works/11079393

Summary:  Yoongi soon realizes that what people love the most about witch burnings is the noise. There’s something about the wails of terror and pain that really rile the crowd up, because yes they deserve to die so painfully and slowly. They deserve their own slice of Hell on this earth. Yoongi deserves this piece of Hell.  As roars of pain rip from Taehyung’s throat, something animal laces with his guttural noises. Everyone can hear it, Yoongi is sure. It’s neither demonic nor angelic, just primal, and it strikes as much fear in the crowd as it does anger. All it strikes in Yoongi is ache.  And soon he cannot see the charring skin of his love, cannot hear the cries that sound like they belong in the heart of the jungle.  As the fire grows with blinding light, he hears those words whispered and flooded into his brain.  We’ll meet again, my love.

-OR Three instances in where Yoongi holds Taehyung's life in his hand, and the only thing Taehyung can tell Yoongi is "We'll meet again, my love."

My Review: This Taegi story is an incredibly interesting love story.  We follow the couple’s love story through two historical episodes which they’re both forced to remember in their present day lives.  This is a very unique and intriguing concept with a touch of smut that gives it some grit.  I really enjoyed this story so I’ll be checking out the author’s other fics as well.    

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As always, let me know if you’ve read any great stories or have a favorite author—I’m more than willing to read (most) BTS suggestions...so, send me the link and I’ll check it out!!!

See you all next month and you can reach me at any of the following sites!  

AO3:  http://archiveofourown.org/users/LadyPJMoon#posting

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WP:  https://www.wattpad.com/user/LadyPJMoon

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TWT:  https://twitter.com/ladypjmoon

 ^___^  PJ

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70q tag

I had a little bit of this done the other night but I inexplicably lost it? I thought I saved it to drafts but...I don’t know, maybe I closed the tab without realizing it?

Anyways, hi! I know I have a bunch of tags backed up that I need to do eventually but I thought I’d do a few of my most recent first because they’re hot off the press and a bit more fresh in my memory?

Thanks to @leeminpuppy for this tag! There’s a lot of questions here lmao! ily Joann ❤︎

I tag: @hyungwnie, @wonhosflower, @reila-ravkong, @prettyprettykino, @hongbombs, and @17kihyun !! I know this is a lot, you don’t have to do it if you simply don’t want to or have the time ! ❤︎

► 1. Do you have a good relationship with your parents?

    Yes! My mom’s so sweet and kind, and my dad is the coolest person I know :) They’re totally the reason why I am who I am today.

► 2. Who did you last say “i love you” to?

    Probably my mom, dad, or little sisters. I don’t have a boyfriend and I’m not close enough to anyone here at college to be able to say that ahah

► 3. Do you regret anything?

    A ton of things, really, I mean I could write a mile-long list. Even the thought of the word ‘regret’ brings up a little bit of a sad funk. I try not to be too reflective, very often anyway.

► 4. Are you insecure?

    Ohhhh yeah. I don’t know very many people who can say no to this question lmao

► 5. What’s your relationship status?

    Single. I’ve been so for about three and a half years.

►  6. How do you want to die?

    Of old age, naturally and peacefully and knowing I’ve lived a long life.

► 7. What did you last eat?

    The last thing I had to eat was a wrap on a wheat tortilla with crispy (popcorn) chicken, provolone cheese, honey mustard, mayonnaise, lettuce, tomatoes, pickles, and black olives. I also had some cool ranch Doritos and Sierra Mist with it. (or whatever they call it now. lmao)

► 8. Played any sports?

    In gym class, but I always kinda sucked at it...I’m not in good shape at all. In middle school I went to a meeting to go out for the track team but I chickened out in joining lmao.

►  9. Do you bite your nails?

    No, but I do pick at them. When they get long enough I tend to tear the white crescent-moon growth off.

► 10. When was your last physical fight?

    I don’t think I’ve ever been in a real fight tbh. I often have to forcibly restrain my little sister from tickling me though.

► 11. Do you like someone?

    How could I not have such a huge crush on this floofy little 🍯🐝 ?? ❤︎

    Haha, for real though I don’t anymore--the guy that I did like got a girlfriend. Which is perfectly ok with me, as long as he’s happy, I’m happy. I probably wouldn’t have dated him even if he was interested, though. We aren’t cut from the same cloth y’know?

► 12. Have you ever stayed up 48 hours?

    Yes, and I’m never doing it again on purpose. I was dead by the time it was all over.

► 13. Do you hate anyone at the moment?

    No, I’m not a very spiteful person. Except when it comes to myself. I hate myself sometimes.

► 14. Do you miss someone?

    My family, first of all. I’m looking forward to moving home over the summer and seeing them. And then, there’s also my friends who have finished school and moved on with their lives. It always happens to me, I make friends with older students and then they graduate....

► 15. Have any pets?

    No, I live in a dorm right now and we’re not allowed any. Also my parents have never been that big of a fan of animals. I grew up without pets. I want a cat or dog in the future though.

► 16. How exactly are you feeling at the moment?

    A little bit stressed. I’m trying to think about a lot of things at once and I’m failing at it. Also tired, I had a gig (performance) last night and I used all my energy there.

    I want to relax but I really can’t at the moment tbh.

► 17. Ever made out in the bathroom?

    No ahah

► 18. Are you scared of spiders?

    Nope! My bedroom at home is in the basement and has been for a good chunk of my life, so I’m used to seeing them hanging around.

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

    Honestly, no. Though I have a ton of regrets, I think going back would put a bad taste in my mouth. I’d much rather look to the future.

► 20. Where was the last place you snogged someone?

    (Snogged lmao) Are you ready? ...I think that the correct answer might be in my bedroom at home or the hallway leading to it, but the last clear memory I have of a tongue-in-mouth kiss is in the DVD aisle at Wal-Mart.

► 21. What are your plans for this weekend?


    I have class today, a paper to write, juries to practice for, and on top of that I have a concert with a community band. Tomorrow, in the evening, there’s a retirement party for a beloved professor that I’m planning on attending. Sunday is my day of rest, except for a rehearsal with a friend, thank goodness.

► 22. Do you want to have kids? how many?

    Eventually, yes. Um I’d be fine with 2-5.

► 23. Do you have piercings? how many?

    No I don’t, actually, I’ve always been a little afraid of pain, and also I think that if I did pierce my ears, it’d get gross pretty fast. :/

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

    Music, obviously, ahah. But in core academics, I’ve always really enjoyed and was good at Reading and Language Arts, and later English and Literature.

► 25. Do you miss anyone from your past?

    As I mentioned before, older friends who have gone out into the world and moved away from me. Also, I have a few friends at home that I miss on occasion too.

► 26. What are you craving right now?

    I really want a warm, snuggly body and the feeling of someone’s hand in my hair. Damn, I sound so sappy.

► 27. Have you ever broken someone’s heart?

    Yes, unfortunately. Um, we were seniors in high school and he told me he liked me, but I just couldn’t say the same about him. I went to prom with him and it was really...awkward.

    I also cheated on my first boyfriend, so there’s that.

► 28. Have you ever been cheated on?

    No, at least I don’t think so...

► 29. Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry?

    Yes. I’m not particularly desperate to repeat that mistake. 

► 30. What’s irritating you right now?

    Nothing really. I guess, that I had to rewrite all the answers to these questions. 

► 31. Does somebody love you?

    I hope my family does! Also my close friends, I hope that their want to spend time with me is a sign of some sort of love. Other than that, though, I really don’t think so. I could be wrong however. 

► 32. What is your favourite color?

    Dark green, or dark blue-green.

► 33. Do you have trust issues?

    No, actually I tend to be a little bit too trusting. My mom and I have often had conversations regarding being walked all over.

► 34. Who/what was your last dream about?

    I think I had a small dream this morning about the test in Music Theory that I finished today. (It went better in the dream than in real life actually). So that would involve the professor.

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

    I have this friend who I met through Wind Symphony that I occasionally hang out with, and she sat next to me at lunch a couple of days ago. I had been having a bad day, thinking about my grandma and uncle (two relatives that have died in the last year) and just in general feeling hopeless. She got me talking, I took a chance and was honest about my feelings. I don’t know how, we got into plans for the future, and worst-case scenario ya know. I was talking about mine, which is drop out of school, move back home, get a long-term, menial job, and find a husband and have a family. For some reason when I mentioned settling down, the floodgates just opened and I started bawling. I think it’s because that’s always been a deep desire of mine and it looks very hopeless to me right now. I’ve also always had this really intense craving for physical intimacy, perpetuated now even more by the fact that I’m away from home and I have no one to love.

    She was very comforting, thank goodness. 

► 36. Do you give out second chances too easily?

    Maybe, but if I do I certainly don’t regret it.

► 37. Is it easier to forgive or forget?

    Forgive. I have enough regrets in my life as it is lmao

► 38. Is this year the best year of your life?

    No....it’s actually probably the worst

► 39. How old were you when you had your first kiss?

   My first clear kiss memory was when I was sixteen. (Ugh, the guy was younger than me, I regret that so much.) But I might have had another before that...it wasn’t voluntary, I just remember I was like nine or ten and this kid who was like 15-16 pulled me into a dark room and we made out for a while. Yep it’s just as wrong as it sounds...it might have been a dream though.

► 40. Have you ever walked outside completely naked?

    WHAT, NO, what kind of a question is this!? That’s just plain crazy

OK SERIOUSLY THOUGH WHAT ARE 41-50??????? I EVEN SEARCHED IT UP AND THEY’RE ALLLL MISSING 41-50 TT

► 51. Favourite food?

    Ohhh good question! It has to either be lasagna or shrimp!

► 52. Do you believe everything happens for a reason?

    Yes. We might not see it at the time, but it’s all part of God’s plan.

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

    Um well I was writing these questions, I put my computer away, set the alarm on my phone and took my glasses off.

► 54. Is cheating ever okay?

    Please take it from me, it’s never something you want to put anyone else or yourself through! I’m not just talking about relationship cheating, but also like...cheating on a test, cheating in a game of cards, or something. It’s not very fun, anyway.

► 55. Are you mean?

    I really hope not. I try not to be, anyway.

► 56. How many people have you fist fought?

   Exactly 0.

► 57. Do you believe in true love?

    Yes, but not like in fairytales. True love is built up over a period of many years and is undying and faithful. My parents are a true love story. :)

► 58. Favourite weather?

    Warm and rainy. Or just like, right after the rain.

► 59. Do you like the snow?

    It really depends. I like mountain snow. But not like, plains snow when there’s more than eight inches.

► 60. Do you wanna get married?

    Yes, one day, I hope. 

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

    Considering that I��m not dating right now--no. Because that would be super awkward. But between a boyfriend and a girlfriend I think it’s adorable. My mom and dad call each other baby.

► 62. What makes you happy?

    Being able to make music, writing, coding, hanging out and talking with friends, my bands and their music (Monsta X, VIXX, and Pentagon in particular), exploring new EDM releases

► 63. Would you change your name? 

    No, I love my name. Also I think it would be a tad disrespectful to my parents?

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

    Yes, I don’t love him like that anymore. I don’t even know where he is. Even though my last boyfriend was odd and like,,, voodoo child I wonder how he’s doing sometimes.

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

    This depends on a lot of factors. 

    If: they’re just liking me from afar, and are too shy to admit it and show no outward sign, I’ll keep going with our friendship until either I like them back in the same way and am comfortable with saying so myself. Or, until they are comfortable enough to admit it to me. 

    If: they’re liking me from afar and are all giddy around me and obviously lovestruck, I’ll confront them about it of course and if this makes the truth come out, I’ll proceed as below.

    If: they like me and tell me, I’ll evaluate my own feelings. If I don’t like them in the same way, I’ll tell them that I don’t, but tell them that I really want to keep going with our friendship and give my own feelings some time. If I do like them in the same way, of course I’ll tell them. 

    If: they like me and tell me and want to go on a date, it’s the same as above except no matter what I’ll go out on a date or two, and I’ll allow my feelings to develop then. They’re already my best friend, I definitely know and respect them, so of course I’ll give them a chance.

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

    Yes, I have quite a few of these actually. I find it’s sometimes easier to talk to men than women. I can’t pin down an exact reason right now, but I have a sneaking suspicion that they’re just so much more straightforward.

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

    Last night I saw a few of my friends who have been gone from school for a while, and one of them is this guitar player who I absolutely adore (as a friend of course). I was telling him and his girlfriend about how I’ve been feeling so antisocial this whole semester.

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

    I just got back from an emergency counseling session (over something pessimistic I wrote on a desk the other day and forgot to erase oops), and I really love my counselor, she is just always willing to listen. Lately, I’ve become more open to being very deeply personal with her.

► 69. Do you believe in soulmates?

    I’m not quite sure if I believe in the traditional concept of ‘soulmate���, but I do believe in ‘the right person at the right time’.

► 70. is there anyone you would die for?

    Really, I’d be willing to die for anyone. I’m not scared of death; this is only a temporary existence anyway.

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More thoughts on Frozen

(Originally posted as an editorial on Deviantart Apr 18 2015. It has not been changed from how I originally wrote it.)

A while ago I wrote an editorial that I think summed up my thoughts about Frozen nicely and I didn`t think it was necessary to go back and write any more things about it. But then I read some comments and other deviants`s editorials on Frozen that I felt had a point. This lead to some new thoughts, and some old that I had forgotten, popping up in my head. So I figured I`d get these thoughts out as well. Hopefully I wont have to revisit this topic again in the future, but I can`t guarantee anything. SPOILERS never bothered me anyway The good the bad and the subjective A word that I used often in my previous editorial was "like" and words that I tried to use as little as possible was "good" or "bad". If I say that something is good you will have an image in your head of what you think good is and it is likely that it will be different from my defenition of it. Just because something is good it doesn`t mean that everyone likes it and just because you like something it doesn`t mean that it is objectively good, the only thing that you can know for certain is if you like the thing in question or not. Take this for example: I like James Cameron`s Avatar. Hey! Wait! Where are you going? Come back! Anyway. The feeling I remember having when watching Avatar in the cinema (IN 3-D!!) was positive. After a while, people started to point out the movie`s flaws and at closer inspection I realized that they were right. But I can`t deny what I felt when I first saw it, and after repeated viewings, even being aware of it`s flaws, I still like it. Is the story old, borrowed, unoriginal, a bit predictable, going more for emotion than logic and is "Unobtainium" a terribly lazy name for a macguffin? Yes. (Hell, even the first time I watched it I thought it was a stupid name. Here are a few of my own suggestions: Makinium [based on "macguffin"], Onatnium, [based on "unobtainable"] and Xanatnium [based on "Xeno"]). But hey, it has great visuals, and... well... the visuals are nice. That is something that both sides agree on when it comes to Avatar: Weak story, great visuals. Is it great? No. Good? Kinda. Likeable? For some people yes. Did I like it? Yes. Movie Critic Roger Ebert has said that what is worse than a bad movie is a movie that`s bad and boring (those were not his exact words but it is pretty much the gist of it). And to me Avatar was at least entertaining. I think that Frozen works better than Avatar. The tone in Frozen is different so it`s more acceptable for it to rely on emotional stuff than Avatar, a movie that shows a world with a tone closer to our own with more (what is mostly considered to be) mature elements like death, war, blood and getting jiggy with blue cat-aliens. At closer inspection I have to admit that the story of Frozen has a few holes of its own, I will get to them later. So, with that said: I like Frozen. Though not as much as I like Tangled. Conceal don`t feel If you have seen HiSHE`s Frozen video you might remember this and wonder "Good point. Why didn`t her parents teach her to not fear her powers instead of bottling it all up inside?" Well, it must be hard to teach someone to not be afraid of something if you, the teacher, are afraid of it. It`s hard to learn to not be afraid of a big spider if you notice that your cognitive behavioral therapist is also afraid of it.  And no, I don`t mean that they were afraid of Elsa, but, if not her powers per se, then at least the potential for harm that her powers had. "Conceal don`t feel" was, I admit, not a good idea but hopefully it was only gonna be temporary till they could come up with someting better. I would also like to point out that it was the trolls themselves that told the parents and Elsa that Elsa should hide her powers, so it`s not all the parents`s fault. But, yes, I agree, they could have handled this better. Characters VS story I remember watching an episode of Sibling Rivalry on Channel Awesome where Doug and Rob Walker talked about the new Cinderella movie and at one point compaired it to the old, animated version. They said that even if the animated one had a very dated portrayal of women they (Doug and Rob) were at least emotionally invested in the characters. They felt bad for Cinderella when the stepsisters tore apart her dress but not so much when it happened in the live action version. That is probably the reason for this movie`s popularity. The story, while trying something new at some places (like sister saving sister), has a few flaws (like the earlier mentioned "conceal don`t feel"). But part of the appeal is the characters. We have the optimistic and determined Anna, who`s not gonna let a snowstorm stop her from talking to her sister. Kristoff, an antisocial loner who later turns out to be very reliable and a loyal friend. The innocent, dimwitted, kind and wellmeaning Olaf, and Elsa, sophisticated, calm and reserved but deep down, a tragic, hurting woobie. Then there`s Hans. And no, I`m not saying that he`s likeable like the other characters, but you can like him for being an interesting bad guy, kinda like how people like the Joker. He is (for Disney at least) a new, subtle kind of bad guy who`s really good at what he`s doing. I`m not saying that it`s A OK to have characters work as a crutch for the story (like the CGI did in the Star Wars prequels) because it`s not.   But with this blueprint of how the chararacters behave, we fans can take them and make our own, more complex stories where we explore and take these characters in different directions while still being true to their core. Good characters in a story with a few flaws are still good characters. The Actual flaws

NOT the actual flaws In my previous editorial I wrote why I didn´t think Frozen was "Teh Greatest Disneymovie Evar". I feel that my arguments to why I felt the way I did were lazily written so I decided to revisit and elaborate them more here. What I wrote was more a criticism of the hype than the movie itself. This is not a change of opinion, like I said: I like Frozen. These are just my old thoughts better explained. The things that seem new but have been done before, both by Disney and other animation studios: girl doesn´t need to end up with a man: Mulan. "You can`t marry a guy you just met!": Enchanted."But Enchanted isn`t Disney animated canon." you say. True, but it has fairytale-ish elements and a female lead, is a musical and is at least partly animated. This, plus being made under Disney`s roof, technically makes it a Disney movie that can be compaired to Frozen. (Heck, there was even talk about making Giselle a Disney princess, the reason it didn`t happen was because Disney didn`t want to pay royalties to Amy Adams for using her likeness.) However: Enchanted was more of an open subversion (You could tell from the trailer that they were gonna take some liberties with the Disney formula.) while Frozen was an animated Disney movie played straight... with subversions. And unlike Mulan it is the deuteragonist that stays single instead of the protagonist. But I digress. Is my definition of a Disney movie a little broad? Maybe, but still, it bugs me a little when I hear "This is the first time that a Disney movie has the message that you can`t fall in love with a guy you`ve just met." when Enchanted is not exactly an obscure movie. So, Frozen was not the first Disney movie with these two twists but does that make it less good? No. Toy Story was not first with the "Toys coming to life when you`re not looking" thing (The Christmas Toy came out 1986) but it was still a great movie. (And Frozen didn`t borrow a basic idea, at least not from these two movies, just a few tropes. The basic idea was borrowed from Wicked.) What makes Frozen good is not that it uses these two twists, but that it is (to my knowledge) the first movie in the Disney animated canon to use them and a couple of other new twists to the classic Disney formula in one and the same film. Using the old classical Disney tropes: Why did I bring this up? Tangled is just as guilty of using them and not all the tropes in the Disney formula are inherently bad and can be good if used correctly. And technically it didn`t make the movie worse.The parents dying. Formulaic? Sure, but at least it helped move the plot forward. Coming back to life thanks to the power of love. Done before, yes, but this time it was done with sibling love for a change and not the big romantic love that we`ve seen so many times before. And like Tangled, where it is established that Rapunzel has healing powers, it makes sense that Elsa, with her ice powers, was the one to save Anna from her icy fate. So why did I bring this up? When I kept hearing "It`s so different from other Disney movies", it made me think that it was gonna be more different than it actually was. With that expectation I held it to a different standard and it made the old Disney tropes stick out even more for me everytime I saw them. Sometimes I wish I could`ve gone into the movie a little bit more blind.

The ACTUAL flaws So while Frozen undeniably does use some of the old Disney tropes they are not really the actual flaws. And yes, it`s not all because of me having high expectations, Frozen DOES have a few actual flaws and they lie in the narrative flow. The backstory is a little rushed and not well thought out. Most of the songs are used up in the first act leaving us with only three in the second act, and only one of those three songs helps move the plot forward (The reprise of "For the first time in forever") the two others are just musical deadweight. Elsa and Anna`s relationship is the most interesting part of the movie but more screentime is spent on Anna`s relationship with Kristoff who, while still likable, is not as interesting as Elsa. The sequel So... they`re making a sequel to Frozen. My feelings? Cautious optimism. It may not be as successful in the box office as the first. Sure, people are still gonna see it because it`s frickin Frozen (kinda like with Phantom Menace), but it still may not be as successful, and it may not be as good as the first one either (quality doesn`t necessarily follow popularity after all), even if the team that made the first one is involved in it. The keyword here is may. It could be good. Does Frozen have material for a sequel? Well, the original fairytale had a woman of royalty who represented cold, winter and ice and was an important part of the story. Frozen, even if it has been changed a bit, still have those elements, so, yeah it could work. Unlike Tangled which was based on the fairytale "Rapunzel" where the plot is built on a woman with insanely long hair. Because of how well it did in the box office there were thoughts of a sequel, but when the writers and directors got together to develop one they realized: "She cut her hair... it`s over." When Lasseter started to work on Disney animation, things were changed so it is the filmmakers who decide wether they are ready to make a sequel, not marketing or merchandizing. And I like that decision, only continue the story if there is a story to tell. So what more kind of stories can you tell with Frozen? Maybe the origin of Elsa`s powers? Maybe she`s adopted? Personally I don`t need an explanation for it. The supernatural stuff that happened in old Twilight Zone episodes sometimes just happened because the universe liked to screw with people. Or you can do some kind of "mutant thing", I mean, Disney and Marvel after all. But I like the adoption angle now that I think about it. Elsa`s search to find out more about her past can lead to a journey with adventures. It can also have the message that family isn`t just the people you`re biologically related to. This still doesn`t change my views on ElsAnna shipping though. (Unless of course it`s platonic.) Should Elsa be paired up with someone in the sequel? No, I don`t think so. Like I said in my earlier editorial: by having  two heroines Disney could have it`s cake and eat it too. If one of the girls is a princess who ends up with a romantic, opposite sex love interest in the end, there`s no reason why the other can`t be a queen and single (...and possibly [but not necessarily] a lesbian). I just hope that, when it is nominated at a future academy award, the jury members take their job seriously and actually look at it and the other nominees before they give the Oscar to Frozen 2 simply because it`s Disney. Speaking of more Frozen movies: My thoughts on Frozen fever? It sounds cute. Like the kind of small project you`d do between bigger projects. I haven`t actually seen it. To do that I´d have to go and see that live-action Cinderella movie, and I don`t feel like it. Small constructive critcism Like I mentioned earlier it has a few flaws. It`s a bit of a fixer upper. Conceal don`t feel/ Elsa`s childhood In a way I defended this earlier (mostly because I couldn`t come up with a better idea myself) but I think I have an idea now on how it could have been done differently. The whole "Conceal don`t feel" could be something that Elsa herself came up with in her grown up years. Her parents could try to teach her to use it responsibly instead of bottling it all up. In the scene where Elsa is given her gloves they could first be lying on a book. Elsa`s fathers hands picks them up and we see that the book the gloves were lying on is called "The magic feather" (a subtle reference to Dumbo, hinting that the gloves are just placebos). and then later in "Do you want to build a snowman": The King is looking out through a window, rubbing his hand as if it is hurt, worrying about Elsa. The Queen is looking through a book and reacts as if she`s found the answer. She shows the book to the king. Both of them have expressions of joy in their faces. (she found the solution to Elsa`s problem in an ancient text in the book, which leads to them going away on a travel to find it which leads to their ship capsizing in the storm). Later in the movie, before she wakes up in her cell in Arendelle, Elsa could have a flashback to a day where she was 12-years old. Her father is touching the palm of her hand with his own as a form of trust exercise. Ice starts forming on his hand. He keeps holding on as a way to say: "It`s just ice, there`s nothing wrong with your gift, it`s not evil." Elsa allows herself to smile. Then she has a moment of doubt, her ice gets colder, it`s hurting her father but he refuses to let go and says in a calm voice:"It`s OK Elsa, don`t be afraid. You can control it". But the cold becomes too strong and he pulls back his hand in pain. The Queen wants to comfort Elsa but Elsa is afraid and distances herself from her, fearing that she`ll hurt her. Still wanting to comfort her daughter the Queen tells Elsa: "It`s not your fault." But Elsa is too afraid, too afraid of her own powers and backs into the shadows (figuratively AND literally). Their parents dying may be sad but seeing them trying their hardest to help her before they die would be even sadder. It`s the Joss Whedon method: make us emotionally invested in the characters before they`re killed off. On the fence: The yoiking Here`s another thing mentioned in the HiSHE video. "This style of music doesn`t fit anywhere else in the movie." That kind of music is called Yoiking and is common in the Sami culture. Sami people live in the most northern part of Sweden, Norway and Finland, and since the movie takes place in an scandinavian-ish country I can see what the film makers were thinking. However, I saw much more 19th century western-european scandinavian style and culture than Sami culture. And you only hear the yoik two times: opening credits and end credits. Lion King had at least one african choir song in the movie itself (when Simba is running back to his homeland for example). They could have shown more Sami culture and/or have at least one yoiking song within the movie itself. (Like when Kristoff is riding on Sven back to Arendelle with a sick Anna in his arms there could be some dramatic, ominous yoiking.) Sami culture is not completely absent from this movie though. Kristoff shows signs of it by being a man who spends a lot of time in out in the nature with his trusty reindeer. Not much but it`s more than nothing. On the fence: Lack of music in the last part Fellow deviant Rabbette pointed out that there was no more musical numbers in the last quarter of the movie. Aladdin ended with a short reprise of "A whole new world", Beauty and the beast ended with a short reprise of "Beauty and the beast", so it could have been nice if this movie ended with Elsa and Anna singing a short reprise of "For the first time in forever" as they are ice skating around together. Just sayin`. Fan art In my previous editorial I wrote: "I like it, I`m just not onboard the hype-train" It means that I don`t think it`s "The greatest Disney movie EVAR!" It doesn`t mean that I`m not gonna do fan art of it. Because like I said: I like the characters, and I see opportunities for some fan spoofs that are too good to pass up. Most of them involve chocolate.        

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alright this has been sitting here for like a month and im tipsy so im gonna fkin answer it

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

i have a great relationship with my mom!!

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

my girlfriend 😊😊😊😊❤❤

03: Do you regret anything?

oh sure i do! lots of little things. that’s anxiety babey. but i don’t regret any choices that have got me to where i am today

04: Are you insecure?

it depends on the day, i am some of the time - but it’s a huge improvement from the past omg

05: What is your relationship status?

in a RELATIONSHIP with the LOVE OF MY LIFE 

06: How do you want to die?

i do Not like this question ! goodbye thot

07: What did you last eat?

salsa chicken and rice, and zucchini!!!!! and i might annihilate a pint of ice cream later

08: Played any sports?

yes omg i played soccer and lacrosse!!! i love lacrosse sm.

09: Do you bite your nails?

nope i never have! i used to rip them off though lmfao! not the whole thing!!!!! jsust bits

10: When was your last physical fight?

never lmao

11: Do you like someone?

yes

12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours?

no oh my goodness i would literally die

13: Do you hate anyone at the moment?

sober kaiden might be all dramatic and say yes but white claw kaiden says No :-)

14: Do you miss someone?

yes :( i want to be Kissed!

15: Have any pets?

yA omg i have 2 cats at my mom’s house!!!!! i cannot wait until i can have my own pet

16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment?

i’m actually feeling fgreat, it’s basically my summer break rn and usually i’d feel terrible with no strict plans of what to do, but today was so much fun. i had a great time just fuckin around. im very optimistic

17: Ever made out in the bathroom?

HEHEHE oh my gosh, i don’t kiss and tell, but yes i do actually. ok so not a public bathroom but someone else’s bathroom at a party, yes, and my own bathroom, yes, and someone else’s bathroom, yes! i just love bathrooms (wow i sound so cis)

18: Are you scared of spiders?

not especially ! i am Not good at capturing them and also i cannot kill them, but i am sometimes ok with just letting them chill. ok maybe i lied. it depends

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

no 😤

20: Where was the last place you snogged someone?

the brit Popped Out! the last place was, the airport when i dropped my girlfriend off :(((((

21: What are your plans for this weekend?

omg well it’s still the weeknd rn? it’s sunday night. and my plans were: d&D!!!!!! and it was SO FUN!!! but next weekend, im seeing my bestie graduate college along w my other mt friends, and then on sunday i’m driving home 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍

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

Yes I Do!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!i ‘m not super sure, maybe 2? 1 would be fine too but also i feel like siblings are great, even tho they’re terrible at the same time. like i’d face my brother in ritual combat but i would also slap a high schooler in the face for being mean to him, yknow

23: Do you have piercings? How many?

i do! i have 2 closed up ear holes. 

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

i was always great great great at english/reading/spelling! now i’m in college so like uhhh . i get to choose my subjects. so my best is photography ahah!! but i’m not bad at writing :-)

25: Do you miss anyone from your past?

not desperately. sometimes i feel the urge to reconnect with old friends tho

26: What are you craving right now?

a Kiss!!!!!!

27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart?

wait omg first i have a story. so on facebook they used to have those things where you’d answer questions, like this, in a note. i got tagged to do one so i did. let me set the scene. it was sophonmore year of high schoool. im 16. i’d broken up with my first “real” boyfriend a few months ago. so i was tagged for this shindig right.? it got to this very same question: have you ever broken someone’s heart? and i thought about this kid who i dated for 2.5 months...and i was like....well, clearly, he’s devastated we aren’t together! so i answered “Yes. Unfortunately.” ooohhhhh..... the drama.......the absolute emotion..... riveting.... who was he ? i was probably listening to jonas brothers SOS at the time.

anyway, how am i supposed to actually know ? like does sometone have to say “u broke my heart?” bc if so no one’s said that. but my last gf took the breakup v hard so maybe ? but i don’t wanna plant emotions in to anyone’s skull!

28: Have you ever been cheated on?

one of my exes sexted her friends. jury is still out on whether that counts, please lmk me know ur thots. kaelin, if ur out there, i’m so.................................happy that i haven’t spoken a word to you for 3 years. fuck off !

29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry?

Yes

30: What’s irritating you right now?

real quick, an update on the chocolate ice cream situtiaon. i’ve cracked open my pint, as well as another hard seltzer. i’ve also lit a candle. it’s a real production

anyway, no ! oh hahahah. sorry. thought it shaid who’s irritating you. ummm, personal stuff! but im not like mad. just personal drama

31: Does somebody love you?

lors of people do! and lots of people love You Too!!!!! you’re a delight!

32: What is your favourite color?

i LOVE yellow !!!!!!!!!!!! and blue, specifically teal! but not too dark of a teal you km,now ?

33: Do you have trust issues?

depends what im trusting them with !

34: Who/what was your last dream about?

i had a nightmare that i was sabrina the teenage witch and another witch was chasing me on a rooftop trying to kill me :(

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

hmmm idk actually bc it’s hbeen hard for me to cry lately :( probably maya ?

36: Do you give out second chances too easily?

to be honest i don’t think i’ve often had the chance to Give a second chance

37: Is it easier to forgive or forget?

idk man iuhhh it’s kinda hard to just literally completely forget! and mnaybe not as healthy!

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

that’s kinda premature, it’s only april!!! but i suppose may is soon. idk im not sure! maybe every year is the best year of my life :-)

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

20 bb

40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked?

i have ANaughT

51: Favourite food?

i would give up everything for a bgagel. i also LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVEE sushi! my fave roll is i think either spicy tuna w the spicy sawce or seared salmon ora spicy tuna hand roll. i fuck sushi

52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason?

this is a hard question for me to answer bc i want to say yes but also i don’t think abuse or murder or bad things or unnecessary death happens for any reason other thna, it just does sometimes and that sucks real bad. so idk. i don’t think everything has a grand purpose. but i blieve in my life, everything that’s happened to me has in fact led me to where i am today and i’m learning and healing and growing. that being said i could do without some of the things that have happend to me!

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

read a storm of swords :00000

54: Is cheating ever okay?

no!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! the point of cheating is it’s a breach of Trust! and that’s not okay!

55: Are you mean?

i hope not :(

56: How many people have you fist fought?

what is with u brits

57: Do you believe in true love?

depends what u mean by true love...like in fairytales? i think true love is just loving someone so much you’re willing to work on whatever you need to to keep them. not unconditional in the sense of “even if they’re mean i still love them” but unconditional in the sense of “even if u fart in front of me i don’t care, and even if you go through hardship and aren’t yourself for a while i will still love you because im with u for real”

58: Favourite weather?

SUN SUN SUN my favorite is when it’s warm out, but there are clouds to gaze at. it’s kinda humid. there’s a slight breeze. oh gosh i can’t wait for the summer :*( im currently cyring

59: Do you like the snow?

i am so fucking tired of the snow LMFAO it snows 8 months of the year here and i’m here, guess what, 8 months of the year! i fuckin hate it! go shit on someone else, clouds

60: Do you wanna get married?

YES more than anything, so much, i want to, so badly

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

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA OH MY GOD I DIE I MELT

62: What makes you happy?

sunshine, late night drives, laughing so hard my stomach hurts w/ my best frineds, playing d&d, writing poetry,  thinking about how small animals’ feets are, petting my cat and making him purr, talking to my little brother about real stuff, kissing my girlfriend and seeing her smile, warm blankets when it’s cold, eating cookie dough, dancing, singing in the car, holding hands, walking in the summer and listening to my favorite podcast, talking about harry potter with my mom, playing overwatch in the summer with andy, going to council crest

the list could go on forever :-)

63: Would you change your name?

already did PAL!!!!!!!!!!!

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

only hard bc she’s not physically here rn. but no, it would be easy, beacuse she’s so kisssable

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

if you define sex by GENITALS YOU BIG BIBNCH then i don’t Have one

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

stop omg......

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

STOP OMG

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

hmmmmmmmmmm..... idk maybe jamie

69: Do you believe in soulmates?

i don’t necessarily believe that there’s 1 perfect person for everyone out there romatnically, but i believe thaere are people destined to be in your life and i believe there are people that you will click with just absolutely instantly and feel an incredibly deep connection with, whether it be romantic or not

70: Is there anyone you would die for?

kinda morbid :/