#my weekend is usually just sleep + eat + rot in bed

[senkayro]

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[crystallizedshowers]

Heteroclite

~Sally Face OC Story~

It was finally my favorite day of the week, Friday. Oh how I couldn't wait to sleep in and rot in my bed all weekend long. Well sleep as best as I could. My sleep was consistently getting interrupted by nightmares that progressively got worse by each passing night. First couple of nights I was simply walking around aimlessly in the black room by myself. Thankfully I hadn't seen Rose or the red eyed shadow since my first encounter. By mid week I started having dreams that occurred in the body of someone else. People would always refer to me by a variety of names and although my mind knew that I was not the person they were speaking to, my mouth opened and responded as if I was simply a NPC reciting whatever sentence I was programmed to say. Each person I inhabited always had the same fate: death. I would wake up in the middle of the night clutching my chest, breathing heavily and sitting in the dark for hours before trying to go back to sleep.

Waking up in the morning was becoming harder and harder. At times mom literally had to shake me awake instead of me usually waking up to my alarm or the sound of the door creaking open. "Are you sure you're getting enough sleep Kitty?" Mom asked me on our way to school. I let out a loud yawn and answered, "Yeah I'm just tired here lately. I dunno what's going on." She looked at me sympathetically and the dreaded school came into view. She pulled up to the front and waited on me to grab my stuff and exit the car. "Hey Kitty, I've got to talk to about something important later okay?" She said handing me my water bottle out of the cup holder. I nodded my head and got out waving my hand and watching her car receding into the distance. She'll go home and pass out and wake up when it's time to come get me.

School went by fast and it was already lunch time. I've grown accustomed to sitting outside and eating the lunch I packed from home. I'd do my usual thing of listening to music and draw in my sketch pad. Typically the courtyard was vacant, but unfortunately today I was accompanied by a few other people from various classes. I paid them no mind as I continued to doodle enjoying the cool breeze in the air. It had rained the night prior leaving the air chilly and ground still damp and decorated with various puddles due to the lack of sun.

Above my music I could hear chattering, or arguing perhaps? I looked up from my book to see that Sal and his group of friends arguing with some multiracial  blonde kid. By the looks of everyone's faces I could tell the conversation was not a pleasant one and decided it was best to mind my business. As shitty as it was to admit I was scared to get involved with a bully and although the group of friends were friendly and even invited me to hang out with them at lunch, I felt as though it wasn't in my jurisdiction to get involved in their business. I continued to work on my drawing ignoring the growing conflict to my right.

My headphones were ripped off my head, snagging my industrial piercing on my left ear causing me to yelp out in pain and cover my ear. I looked up and was met with the disgusted face of the blonde kid. Guess he  decided to turn his sight onto the fresh meat of the school. "Think you're some kind of hot shit not talking to anyone?" He sneered. I scoffed rolling my eyes, "Why does me not talking to anyone have anything to do with you? Give me my cd player back dude." I reached for my cd player he held in his hand and in response he yanked his hand away. He snatched my sketch book out of my lap with his other hand in the process. "Dude leave her alone!" Larry called out from behind the guy, fists clenched. "Yeah Travis leave her alone!" Ashley followed suit.

"Aw you need your buddies to answer for you, huh scaredy Kat?" I rolled my eyes at the use of my name and extended my hand. "Give me my stuff back seriously." "Oh my bad! Here!" Travis let my cd fall out of his hand and it hit the ground with a clack. I scoffed at his childish nature and bent down to pick it up off the ground. His foot came crashing down over the plastic device and pretty much shattered upon impact. I stared at the broken device on the ground desperately trying to not lose my shit on this guy. "Whoops my bad." He voiced, laughing lightly.

I clenched my fists not looking up at him and instead focused on the ground. "You gonna cry scaredy Kat? Aw boohoo!" Travis laughed. I lunged forward trying to grab my book out of his hand, but he moved his arm and raised it above his head. The dude was like almost a foot taller than me and with his arm stretched above his head there was no way I could reach my book. Leaving me jumping up and down like an idiot in a pitiful attempt to grab the book.

Several whispers and mutters echoed across the courtyard, and all were about the situation playing out in front of them. I inwardly groaned at the unwanted attention that was being drawn to me due to this. "Here you can have your book back." Travis stated extending his arm to his side. Upon reaching for the book, he yanked it backwards kicking my feet out from under me in the process. It felt as if the world moved in slow motion as I tumbled to the ground my hands out in front of me bracing for impact. I landed on the ground, with a soft smush underneath me meaning I had landed in one of the various puddles of mud in the courtyard.

"Travis what the fuck?" The words echoed into the yard followed by the laughter of the guy standing above me. "Oops my bad!" he stated dropping my sketch book in the puddle of mud essentially ruining everything in the book. This fuck nugget. It wasn't my first experience with a bully, but damn this is the first time I've experienced one so fast upon my arrival at a new school. I gritted my teeth as my patience was running thin. "Aww are you mad?" Travis asked leaning over my body as I propped myself up on my forearms trying to get up off the ground. My hands burned like hell due to the fall. I looked up at Travis and I could only imagine the sheer amount of anger that decorated my face. "That's quite a look. Now we've got an angry pussy Kat!" He laughed, leaning back his head back.

"See ya later pussy Kat!" Travis began walking off towards the door, but if he thought he was walking away from this having the last laugh, oh was he mistaken. I extended my arm causing him to stumble over and fall to the floor, face planting ungracefully. The courtyard was erupted into bits of laughter seeing the bully getting a taste of his own medicine. I finally gained my balance enough to stand up and look at my hands that were decorated with dirt and some scrapes from the rocks in the yard. I went to wipe them off on pants and realized my ripped jeans were covered in plethora of mud as well as my navy blue jacket. I cussed under my breath, mom was sure to ask questions later.

"You bitch!" Travis's voice rang out scrambling to his feet. He stormed up to me and the sound of the door to our right stopped him in his tracks. Everyone's attention turned to the door next to the teachers lounge opening and Mrs Packerton as well as another teacher coming out. "What's going on out here?" the teacher asked. A dead silence fell upon everyone in the yard as we waited for someone to answer the question.

The teacher directed her eyes at the two of us in the middle of the courtyard, "Why are you two covered in mud?" Me and Travis exchanged a look before I spoke up, clearing my throat, "Oh um it's still muddy out here from the rain and I went to walk and slipped and fell in the mud." She turned her gaze to Travis, "so why is he covered in mud as well?" "Oh well Trevor-" "Travis," he corrected. "Travis," I emphasized turning to him eyes wide, "came to help me and slipped as well and here we are!" I motioned between the two of us. The teacher waited a few moments before nodding her head. "Are you okay dear?" Mrs Packerton spoke looking at me, smiling slightly. I looked down at my hands and wipe them on the sides of my already ruined jeans and nodded, "Yep I'm good."

"Okay well lunch will be over soon guys, just try to keep it down alright. You two go get cleaned up," the teacher spoke, glancing at me and Travis and heading back inside, Mrs Packerton following suit. As soon as the door clicked shut everyone turned their gazes back to us. I looked at Travis one last time before turning around heading back to the bench to grab my satchel bag. I unzipped my hoodie and pulled it off, revealing a simple band T-shirt underneath. "You think you're doing me a favor by not telling on me? I don't want your pity pipsqueak!" Travis voiced rang out. I merely rolled my eyes and walked over to him grabbing my destroyed items off the ground and turning to walk to the door the teachers had just left from.

"Hey don't ignore me!" I felt Travis grab onto my shoulder and I turned around yanking his arm off of me looking up at him. "Piss off prick!" I spat turning on my heel and hurriedly walking off to the door.  The courtyard erupted into another fit of laughter upon my outburst. I looked over to the left and made eye contact with Todd and his friends, sympathetic looks across all of their faces. I threw my broken items into the nearby garbage can, clicking my tongue and opened the door, slamming it behind me and heading for the bathroom. My hair was an absolute mess. Little splotches of mud decorated in various spots in my purple waves. Grabbing my hair brush out of my satchel I began brushing hair out and rinsing out the mud. When I finally freed my hair of mud I tied it up in a high bun with one of the various pony tail holders that decorated my wrists.  Using paper towels I tried to get rid as much mud off of my jeans and knees that peered thought the decorative holes. Next was washing my hands which burned like hell due to the cuts I had acquired from landing roughly. Thankfully there wasn't too much blood and the scratches had already stopped bleeding.  When I was somewhat satisfied with my appearance I left the bathroom, only to be greeted by some familiar faces.

"Are you okay Kat?" I jumped at the un expecting voice of Ashley. I turned and looked at her, her face held a sympathetic smile. I waved my hand away, "I'm fine. It's not a big deal." "Not a big deal?" Ashley cut me off, "The guy destroyed your book and smashed your cd player!" I shrugged, "Oh well what can I do now?" "We can go report him!" Todd's voice rang out to my left. "Yeah dude why didn't you report him when the teachers came out?" Larry spoke up next. I sighed rubbing my forehead, "Look it really isn't that big of deal guys. If I snitched on him then the only thing that does it tell everyone else that I'm a tattletale." "Better to be a tattletale than not do anything about it." Larry stated raising an eyebrow at me. "Yeah Kat do you want me to go talk to a teacher for you-" "Absolutely not!" I cut Ashley off. "I appreciate the gesture, but I'm fine really."

The group paused for a minute and opened their mouths to speak again only to be cut off by Sal, "Guys if she said she alright then let's leave it at that instead of pestering her." My gaze turned to the blue hair guy and met with his eyes staring back at mine. Although only being able to see a little bit of his eyes, I could tell he wore a sympathetic expression behind his mask. "Alright Sally face whatever you say man." Larry replied stretching his arms out above his head. "Sally face?" I asked slightly turning my head to the side. "I had some assholes back in New Jersey call me that and decided to own up to it so they couldn't use it against me." Sal spoke.

"Ahh" I answered unsure of what else to say. "Are you hurt? That was a pretty nasty fall," Ashley asked examining my features. "I hurt my hands a little bit but no biggie" I shrugged. Ashley grabbed both of my hands bringing them up to her face so she could see better. She sighed in relief and smiled back at me, "I'm glad you're alright!" The bell rang indicating lunch was over, thankfully. The group groaned as we readied to part ways with one another. I tried to excuse myself from their group in order to leave, but was stopped by Larry throwing his arm around my shoulders. "Hey we're going to the same class what's the rush?" He stated.

I wasn't against opposed to physical touch with others, but for a guy I randomly knew to touch me made my stomach drop. "Larry don't touch her so casually!" Ashley stated which caused the boy to remove his arm around me. We had walked to our assigned lockers and everyone started picking their lockers open. Ashley used a bobby pin while the three boys used paper clips. Why not just use their locker codes? Larry turned to me closing his locker, "Do you know how to pick locks?" I stared at him dumbfounded, "Do I look like someone who would know how to pick a lock?" The group chuckled and he nodded his head, "Good point. Which one's yours?" He pointed at the various lockers along the wall. I pointed at the locker directly below his and he grinned, "Ahh look at that. We're locker neighbors!"

Larry gave me a quick demonstration of how to use a paper clip to pick the lock before we headed to our class biding farewell to the others. He complimented my T-shirt saying he enjoyed the band and asked my taste in music. "My music taste ranges from sappy sad music to complete gibberish nonsense but as long as I vibe with it, I can listen to it." He chuckled at my response fumbling with his hands in his pockets, "You're pretty chill Kat. I think we'll get along great!" My heart warmed at the slight compliment and I gazed back up at him matching his smile.

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School was over and I was excited to go home. Several teachers had commented on my lovely appearance being covered in mud. Larry had offered me his jacket to cover up with in our class together, but I immediately denied it. I didn't want to have to repay the guy for his good deed so rather owned the fact I looked like I just got done rolling around in the mud. I saw my mother's car approaching in the distant and felt my stomach drop. I knew she was going to ask me what the hell happened.

Her car pulled to a stop and I saw her eyes immediately drop down to my jeans and my jacket I was holding in my arms. "What the hell happened to you?" She asked upon me opening the door. I sighed climbing into the seat and buckling up, "long story." "Well it's a good thing it takes us about 20 minutes to get home then huh?" She retorted, stepping on to the gas. I sighed burying my head into my hands. "Some dweeb tripped me and I fell in the mud." She glanced over at me with a face pretty much saying 'and?' I filled her in on the encounter from today.

By time I got done with my story we were passing by the Addison apartments. The crumbling building sat down the long side walk and I heard a soft whisper in my ear, "You made a mistake coming to Nockfell dear." The vehicle suddenly came to a stop causing me to be thrown into the dashboard. "Jesus Christ what?" I yelled at my mom. "Do I need to turn around and go have a chat with your principal?" She spit out angrily, the car completely stopped just a few feet down from the apartments. "It's not that big of deal mom. Trust me the guy will lose interest if I just leave it alone." I turned looking out the window to the apartments. "Kitty seriously I wish you would knock one of those motherfuckers out. I promise you I won't get mad." I laughed at her choice of words. Noticing something out of the corner of my vision I adjusted my eyes to its source.

In one of the first floor windows sat Rose although looking more alive than she did in my previous encounter. I'm not entirely sure what she was looking at, but I became very aware of when her gaze shifted to me. A smile creeped along her features and suddenly an intense pain shot through my head. Wincing I grabbed by head tearing my eyes off the old woman. "Kitty are you okay?" Mom asked voiced laced with worry. I nodded my head in response. My ears were ringing so loud it felt like my head was going to explode. "Kitty look at me!" My head raised and I looked at my mom. Her green eyes filled with tears, "Jesus your nose is bleeding!" Her hands fumbled trying to open the center console and grab the abundance of napkins she stored inside. I hadn't even realized my nose was bleeding until I felt a steady drip coming from my nose.

"I'm fine mom." I replied feeling the pressure in my head die down as well as the ringing. Her hand gripping the end of my nose with a napkin trying to catch the blood dripping from my nose. She stepped her foot on the gas leaving the apartments in the distant. Thankfully we don't live too far from the apartments so we arrived home 5 minutes later. Mom got out of the car rushing to the passenger side and opening the door for me. She helped unbuckle me and led me into the blue trailer while I assured her I was alright several times over again.

She helped me to my bathroom telling me to rinse my face off, and opening the medicine mirror cabinet and pulling out some pain meds. I repeated the act of filling my hands up with water before splashing it on my face over again and till finally the water began to run clear. The cold water felt soothing on my flushed face and offered a sense of relaxation from the stressful day. Mom offered me a tan hand towel to dry my face off with and handed me a cup of water and two multicolored pills to take.

"Feel better?" She asked after I finished swallowing the pills. "As good as I will be." I answered handing her the now empty cup and wiping my face off with the towel. "Okay now go change out of those muddy clothes and come sit with me in the kitchen." I nodded my head. I had forgotten about her telling me she needed to talk to me after school. "My little piggy!" She grinned at me and began snorting. I laughed at her impersonation and shooed her out of the bathroom. I decided I wouldn't feel clean until after I took a shower and washed away all the grime and muck from today's adventures. I turned the faucet on and began undressing out of my muddy clothes and throwing them in the hamper in the bathroom. Stepping into the oh so graciously hot water and scrubbing away today's disappointment I immediately felt better.

I went into my bedroom and changed into some comfy pajamas and headed to the kitchen, grabbing the laundry basket from the bathroom to load up washing machine while on my way. "Everyday I become more and more thankful of your independence." Mom was standing over the stove cooking dinner. I helped with the daily chores although she never asked me to, it just felt wrong to see her work a long shift at the hospital and then come home and clean. The times she did run late from the hospital she'd come home to a clean house and dinner cooked. I nodded my head, "I know I know, I am the greatest." I heard her giggle behind me.

I pulled out my black ripped jeans and dug through the pockets of them, double checking to make sure I didn't throw unnecessary stuff into the washer. I felt a small piece of something and pulled it out to reveal a paper clip Larry had given to me after showing me how to pick the lock. I threw the jeans into the wash followed by an abundance of other clothes all ranging in the same colors. I dusted the powdered soap on top and pulled the dial to start the water. Walking over to sit at the dining room table, mom met with a plate of food being sat down in front of me before taking a seat across from me.

"So I have some bad news," mom began. I racked my brain through a long list of every possible thing she could say as I waited for her to continue. "My shift was changed." she finished. I stared at her, mouth full of food. "To what?" She sighed rubbing her head, "3pm-3am." I stared at her in disbelief, "so that means you're not going to be here after school?" She nodded her head. "That means I'm not going to be able to take you or pick you up from school. Also means by time you get up for school, I'll be asleep and vice versa." "Why would you change your shift?" I placed my fork onto the plate and pushed it to the side no longer feeling hungry. "The hospital wasn't aware of my schedule prior to me being hired and unfortunately there's already too many people working the 7pm-7am shift." I felt a deep sense of anger and sadness form in the pit of my stomach. It was bad enough I already barely saw my mom as it is. She typically would work overnights while I was asleep and get off work then take me to school. While I was at school, she would sleep and come pick up then we'd come home and eat dinner together before she took off to work again. Now I'm not going to see her for 4-5 days at a time and on the days she isn't working, she's normally so exhausted she spends her time sleeping.

"Kitty I'm sorry but unfortunately I gotta do what's best for the hospital." She sighed placing her hand on top of mine. I felt tears prick the corner of my eyes as I desperately tried to not let out a cry and smiled back at her. "Of course mom I understand!" She smiled at me, "I'll buy some of those microwave dinners and some easy food for you to make since I won't be here alright?" I nodded my head, "Okay thanks mom." "Oh but I do have better news!" She grinned. I raised my eyebrows at her waiting on her response. "David should be coming back by this evening!" I tried my best to fake an ecstatic reaction to her husband's name coming into conversation. David was a truck driver who traveled across the states and was home a couple of days every month or so. I was always happy to hear that his trip was prolonged and he'd be home a couple of days later than expected. To be honest I couldn't stand the guy. The dude was always starting fights with me when mom wasn't here. One time mom was running late from her shift and David told me I needed to have dinner ready by time she got home because 'It's a woman's job to provide for the men in the house.' I internally cringed at the statement that played across my mind. "Ooh that's great mom!" I muttered going back to eating the food in front of me.

The rest of dinner was mainly mom talking about David and upon us finishing the food, he made his appearance in the doorway. David was a tall man with dark hair, albeit slowly balding, and dark eyes. He was roughly half a foot taller than mom and sat over a foot taller than me. I muttered out a quick greeting before I withdrew back to my room and sat at my desk, finishing the small amount of homework I had. I hated teachers who sent homework out the last day of the week. I finished my math homework and pulled out my drawing book among various other books lined along my desk. This book consisted of sketches of various people and things I witnessed while dreaming. I flipped it open to a blank page before I started drawing. My drawing consisted of a young girl with purple hair wearing a dress. My dream the night prior consisted of me in a woman's body who presumably this girl's mother. Based on the dream itself I could tell that she cared for the girl deeply and even provided the girl with a good luck charm: a gold necklace with a cross. Unfortunately the lady ended up with the same fate as all the others, which was gruesome: lying in her bed when her husband entered the room wielding a knife before plunging it onto the unsuspecting victim, brutally mutilating her.

After I finished sketching out the young girl I drew her good luck charm next to her trying to recapture the details from my dream. I pondered many thoughts and reasons for the bizarre dreams before narrowing it down to watching too many horror films. I closed my book and slid it back into its designated spot on the shelf before heading to bed for the night. I didn't count on getting a decent amount of sleep, but hoped for the best anyways. I heard a knock on my bedroom door and my mom followed in shortly after. "You going to bed already?" She asked. I nodded my head letting out a loud yawn and stretching my arms above my head. She walked over to me and gave me a hug before placing a kiss on top of my forehead, "Thanks for always being so understanding honey. I know it's rough with me working so much but I truly appreciate it." She rubbed her cold hands across my cheeks and I lazily smiled back at her. I slid under my covers and mom tucked me in despite me insisting that I was too old to be tucked in now. She laughed and assured me that regardless of my age I'd always be her baby before wishing me a good night and leaving my room, turning off my light as she went. My eyes drifted close and I slipped into a dream that would soon turn into another nightmare.

[fakevariety]

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

...yes

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

mmm probably my dad

03: Do you regret anything?

so many things but i can't think of anything off the top of my head

04: Are you insecure?

very

05: What is your relationship status?

single probably forever because i don't think anyone will ever really like me like that (please don't think i'm trying to sound like some pick me i genuinely believe this)

06: How do you want to die?

peacefully in my sleep

07: What did you last eat?

an apple

08: Played any sports?

soccer! still do

09: Do you bite your nails?

not really but i pick at my hang nails a dangerous amount

10: When was your last physical fight?

never had one, too scared

11: Do you like someone?

yes ughhh

12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours?

almost

13: Do you hate anyone at the moment?

YES UGH THIS BOY IN MY GRADE IS A HUGE DICK I GENUINELY HATE HIM

14: Do you miss someone?

hmmm actually no i don't think so

15: Have any pets?

yesss my amazing dog he is an asshole and i love him so so much

16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment?

i have no idea i just know it isn't good

17: Ever made out in the bathroom?

no lol

18: Are you scared of spiders?

hmmm not really but i'm terrified of crickets

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

YES PLEASSSE

20: Where was the last place you snogged someone?

never kissed anyone

21: What are your plans for this weekend?

it is currently the weekend but for next weekend... i don't think i have any futsal (indoor soccer) games so i'll probably just rot on my couch

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

hmm probably not but i'm not sure

23: Do you have piercings? How many?

just one on my ears, but i think i want a septum ring eventually

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

ELA!!!!!

25: Do you miss anyone from your past?

i have a person i got very close to last year who in my eyes kind of left me. we're okay now, but i guess i kind of miss who i used to think they were i guess? idk if that makes sense, i guess this person isn't really from my past since i still interact with them daily but also they are since i no longer think of them that way

26: What are you craving right now?

nothing currently i feel kind of sick but usually reeses peanut butter cups i can't get enough of that shit

27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart?

geez i hope not i don't think so

28: Have you ever been cheated on?

never been in a romantic relationship so no

29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry?

see directly above

30: What’s irritating you right now?

my dad because he keeps bugging me about how much i get on screens and it does nothing but make me pissed

31: Does somebody love you?

besides my family? yes, i actually currently don't have trouble truly believing my friends love me, which is really nice

32: What is your favourite color?

hmmm idrk i like gray but also dark green but also blue

33: Do you have trust issues?

kind of. not really, idk. i'm scared people will leave me.

34: Who/what was your last dream about?

i don't know i don't usually remember my dreams but the last one i can remember involved boygenius of course

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

my brother because he accidentally hit me in the face lol

36: Do you give out second chances too easily?

yes

37: Is it easier to forgive or forget?

forgive definitely

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

fuck no, it's the worst

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

see question 20 (haven't kissed anyone)

40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked?

noooo lmao

51: Favourite food?

okokok

meatball pizza

52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason?

no but sometimes i do believe that things are supposed to happen. if that makes sense

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

scrolled on my phone

54: Is cheating ever okay?

i honestly don't know

55: Are you mean?

sometimes but i try not to be

56: How many people have you fist fought?

never have

57: Do you believe in true love?

yes but i think it's bullshit that true love is always romantic

58: Favorite weather?

hmmm i love when it's cloudy and a bit chilly and just... calm.

59: Do you like the snow?

YES

60: Do you wanna get married?

i have no idea

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

depends on the person but probably not

62: What makes you happy?

my friends. honestly they are kind the only thing that makes me super happy these days, besides my brother and nanny

63: Would you change your name?

yesssss sometimes i want to

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

again i have never kissed anyone ha

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

would probably freak out and avoid the situation, which would include the person

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

yup

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

my dad lol

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

hmmm. my bsf, she was surprised that i've cried over her and all of my friends and i was surprised that she doesn't cry over her friends.

69: Do you believe in soulmates?

yes! but again, they don't have to be romantic.

70: Is there anyone you would die for?

definitely

70 horrible questions ... Fuck it

01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents? 02: Who did you last say “I love you” to? 03: Do you regret anything? 04: Are you insecure? 05: What is your relationship status? 06: How do you want to die? 07: What did you last eat? 08: Played any sports? 09: Do you bite your nails? 10: When was your last physical fight? 11: Do you like someone? 12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours? 13: Do you hate anyone at the moment? 14: Do you miss someone? 15: Have any pets? 16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment? 17: Ever made out in the bathroom? 18: Are you scared of spiders? 19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance? 20: Where was the last place you snogged someone? 21: What are your plans for this weekend? 22: Do you want to have kids? How many? 23: Do you have piercings? How many? 24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)? 25: Do you miss anyone from your past? 26: What are you craving right now? 27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart? 28: Have you ever been cheated on? 29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry? 30: What’s irritating you right now? 31: Does somebody love you? 32: What is your favourite color? 33: Do you have trust issues? 34: Who/what was your last dream about? 35: Who was the last person you cried in front of? 36: Do you give out second chances too easily? 37: Is it easier to forgive or forget? 38: Is this year the best year of your life? 39: How old were you when you had your first kiss? 40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked? 51: Favourite food? 52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason? 53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night? 54: Is cheating ever okay? 55: Are you mean? 56: How many people have you fist fought? 57: Do you believe in true love? 58: Favourite weather? 59: Do you like the snow? 60: Do you wanna get married? 61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby? 62: What makes you happy? 63: Would you change your name? 64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed? 65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? 66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around? 67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to? 68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? 69: Do you believe in soulmates? 70: Is there anyone you would die for?

[seed-of-lives]

October went away... November's coming in

My experiment went well.

The first week, I was settling in, I studied for the first three days and then, since I still didn't have any homework to do, I spent my time setting up my current organisation system, which seems to be working quite well.

The second week, I was still adjusting to the system. It wasn't a very good week as I stayed at home for two days on friday and saturday.

The third week, I started strong, way too strong. In fact, I went to bed at 1 or 2 am for three day straight. For this reason I was sok tired the rest of the week and did not manage to do much.

The fourth week, I was so tired that I kept sleeping in the afternoon and then doing my homework at night, going to bed late and continuing the cycle. I broke out of it only after the weekend.

The fifth week, I did what I was supposed to every day, and although I could have done better I think it was fine. Still, it was a short week and I didn't have much work, so it doesn't really count that much.

I didn't follow some of the rules like going to bed early everyday and preparing stuff before dinner. But considering how I studied almost everyday, taking at worst two days of complete rest and at best only studying very little on one day per week, considering my usual, I did very well.

Now, November doesn't really have that much of a theme. It's between October, when it's all Halloween and waiting for that one day break, and December which is all about Christmas.

It's a full month with no breaks. It's like March. Because at least in January the first week is off, and in February you get a couple of days.

My top priority would be sleeping. It's perfect for it. I don't think I'll hang out with my friends this month, or do anything particular, but that I'll just spend most of my time doing these two things.

I'm struggling a little with some things friendship wise. (Like, I currently hate all the people I know).

So, in spirit. While I had October as a challenge for myself to prove my consistency. And it mostly worked. I'll have my october focused and sleeping enough, eating all my meals, and saying no to my friends when I don't feel like it, speaking up for myself when something is wrong and when people hurt me. I don't particularly care about other people this month.

So, maybe it's all about balance.

This month's rules:

1. Sleep as much as you can everyday

2. Do all your homework and studying on time

3. Stay organised, use that system

4. Don't stress about other people, if they have a problem with you, they'll tell you. You don't need them, not right now for sure.

5. You can always take a break for one day. Just, don't spend it rotting away on social media, sleep instead

I want to try to set up my work so that I'll always be able to take a day off if I need to, so no more assignments for the next day.

Wish me luck!!

Last time using these beautiful dividers by anitalenia. I want November to be less intense so, bare minimum of work, even if it's just adding pictures.

[thatoneidiotdts]

Sleeping (+morning routine) headcanons for some genshin boys

A/n: hello ladies and gentlemen I'm happy to announce that I may be back now that my life has decided to stop throwing endless shit at me. Now I also write for genshin so feel free to send asks in my inbox!!

Warnings: nightmares for xiao, favoritism in diluc's part, purposeful misspelling and slander in C*ilde's part,overall tooth rotting fluff

Zhong li

Sleeps like a rock (pun intended)

This man will not wake up unless there is an emergency

No matter how much noise you make or whatever is going on around him he'll stay there laying in bed completely silent

His breathing is so quiet you think he's dead half the time if not for his endless sleep talking

And you can actually have full on conversations with him while he's asleep

Also he sleeps in a solider position which leaves you to cling on him like a koala on a big ass tree

Sleeps in really soft bamboo pyjamas that you bought for him

Zhong li will only wake up at exactly 7:30 am no matter if it's a week day or a weekend/ his day off

He also doesn't stay in bed for more than 10 minutes unless as stated before its his day off and you aren't awake yet

The man will stay there taking in the sunshine rays from the window as he's looking at your peaceful face

After an hour or two hell rub your back and gently wake you up with forehead kisses while softly calling your name

When you finally wake up you usually start with the morning hygiene and whatnot

Also he will ask you if you want to take a morning bath together but absolutely respects you decision if you won't and you don't need to even give him a reason you declined in the first place but will make sure you know he loves you no matter what

After that he will sit down with you and drink tea and have breakfast with you for the next two hours

It's the only reason he wakes up so early

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After that he goes to do his usual shift at the wangsheng funeral parlor

Venti

Menace to society

He either sleeps sprawled out in a starfish position with his arm and leg over your body or in a fetal position with his face buried in your breasts/chest

He usually sleeps in your clothes or in his everyday clothes

His little snores are super cute tho

Venti's snoring isn't super loud, it's actually really quiet but still there

Since he's a bard he stays at the Angel's share until it closes which is usually very late into the night so he sleeps until like 2pm

He isn't a heavy sleeper so you usually accidentally wake him up if you have some errands to run early in the morning

Venti will cling to you and pretend that he's asleep so that you can stay in bed with him

After like 20 minutes of this he finally let's you go and makes you promise him that you'll be back quickly

When you returned to your shared house from doing commissions you found him still sleeping in the bed so you quietly took a shower and snuggled in with him for another hour or two

After he finally wakes up for real this time he has breakfast lunch with you and goes off to Angel's share but not before giving you a thousand kisses

Kaeya

He's sleep schedule is ON POINT

He always gets back from Angel's share at exactly 1:00am, showers, eats and does his skin care routine and gets in bed around 1:30am

He also wakes up at exactly 9am but stays in bed until ten

He trashes through the night, he also talks in his sleep but it really weird and it's mostly things that are in English but you can't understand them at all

Kaeya is also a blanket snatcher and will snatch your blanket if you aren't holding it tightly

I feel like he also sleeps with socks on but has a few special pairs of socks that have some cute patterns that he would rather be caught working with the fatui by his own brother than wear them outside once

Also sleeps in silk pyjamas, doesn't care if the cotton ones are easier to breathe through, he likes the feeling of silk on his skin

Kaeya loves his personal space and he doesn't like to be touched while he sleeps but makes up for it when he's awake but still in bed

The only exception is when it's cold outside, I headcannon he's naturally cold and he doesn't like it at all

His morning routine is 90% of him taking care of his face and showering

His skincare routine is also more expensive than some people's houses so don't touch his products plz

Kaeya will gladly teach you the basics of skin care and will buy you your own products that thinks will suit your skin better

He's also almost late to work every day so every day you see him put on his shoes calmly, take in a deep breath and then he kisses you goodbye and runs off like a mad man in order to get to the headquarters on time

Diluc

He has so much unprocessed trauma I would be surprised is sleep schedule is anything but a mess

Diluc doesn't sleep a lot, he would have a normal sleep schedule but since he has a lot of stuff to do all the time it stops him from sleeping property

Not only does he work as a bartender at Angel's share when Charles can't he also works as the Mondstat's one and only Dark Night Hero

He usually comes home around 4 or 5 am and will only sleep until like 8 and you will have to force him to have a nap in the afternoon

Also he sleeps in his everyday clothing and he's sometimes too tired to even take his coat off

Diluc sleeps on his stomach which causes him to have back and neck problems but it's the only way he can actually fall asleep

He's a really light sleeper which also adds up to his sleeping problem

Also he snores loudly, like really loudly, and he only snores at night for some weird reason

You discovered that because one day you accidentally woke up at like 6 am and you couldn't fall back asleep because of his loud snoring but you didn't dare to move since you knew how little rest he gets

He's not a morning person at all, if he didn't hate alcohol, he would be the person that chugs half a bottle of vodka in the morning just to keep him awake

Diluc usually starts his morning off with some personal hygiene and then starts doing the endless paperwork without even having breakfast or anything to drink

So out will have to force him to eat and drink so that he doesn't pass out from work

On the rare days he doesn't have any work to do he usually sleeps them off to make up for the time he didn't sleep

Albedo

Chalk boy over here also has a terrible sleep schedule

He's not really forcing himself to stay up but rather doesn't realize how late it is

You will have to pull him out of his work in order for him to go to sleep

Albedo has a special pair of pyjamas that he wears when he's sleeping and he only wears them because for his last birthday Klee has given him a pair of pyjamas that were originally grey but she hand painted them herself with the help of Jean and Lisa and he's been sleeping in them ever since

And when i say every day I mean every day

But don't worry he hand washes them every two days and takes special care of them in order to not wash of the fabric paint

His snores are also really quiet and quite cute, I recommend commenting on that if you wanna see him blush ^-^

Albedo usually sleeps on his stomach but unlike Diluc he is small enough to not crush you under his weight so he usually sleeps with his head on your stomach or buried in your neck

Pease touch his hair he melts when you do

Albedo can sleep for a looonng time if you don't wake him up so he relies on you to wake him up or else he'll spend the next 16 hours in bed sleeping without a care in the wold

When he wake up he does his usual morning routine, which is usually a quick shower, breakfast, brushing his teeth and his hair out, and then goes off to work

He will absolutely make you have a nap with him in the afternoon or whenever he feels tired

Xiao

He doesn't sleep much, hell I don't this man sleeps at all sometimes

Adepti don't really require sleep or food like normal humans do

It took a lot of time for him to trust you enough to sleep besides him

Xiao doesn't feel safe while sleeping at all, he also fears that his karmic dept might take affect on you so he keeps his distance for quite some time

For the first month or two he would wear his normal every day clothes but then you gift him a cute plain green onesie and at first he straight up refused to put 'that thing' on but he gave in and hasn't sleep in anything else since

At first he would be the big spoon so that he can protect you from any harm but when you spooned him for the first time he felt so safe and warm he never wanted to let go of that feeling ever again

After that he would ask you under his breath if you could spoon him more often, you barely understood what he was saying but perfectly understood what he wanted and needed.

He also regularly has nightmares which causes him to trash around and maybe whack you in the face once or twice but you're quick to calm him down

Xiao never really realized that he was hurting you until he gently hugged you and you winced because he accidentally touched the small mark he left the previous night after having another nightmare

Doesn't touch you or sleep with you for a week after that, he already hurt you enough but you don't really care so you coaxed him into sleeping with you again very easily since he missed your warmth a lot

He doesn't really have a morning routine but he does wake up every morning before you so that he can teleport to the Huaguang Stone Forest to pick some Qingxin flowers for you

He's also gets back into your arms right before you wake up so that it seems like he never left in the first place

But you always notice the new fresh bouquet of the beautiful white flower on your desk and thank him for it

T*rtaglia

Listen here ok I'mma be real with y'all

Turbulence sleeps exactly one hour less than normal people but makes it seem like he gets like 2 hours of sleep per night

"Ugh I didn't sleep last night at all😩😏" Like bro stfu

He also makes jokes about sleeping so little because he was with you last night or that he was training so hard or doing a mountain of paper work

While you know damn well he was with you entire night sleeping like a baby right by your side

He sleeps naked solely so that one day when a hypothetical intruder gets into your home he can scare them off by yelling at them while being completely naked 💀

But he will put a pair of pyjamas on if you're uncomfortable

He mostly sleeps on his side because he needs to hold something while he's sleeping, if you aren't with him that night he will hug your pillow and sleep like that

Tagliatelle also doesn't like to sleep when in a cold room so he will have one of those water bottles that people use for back pain and will put one in the pillow he's holding and two in the blanket itself

He's totally a morning person and has no problem with getting out of the bed in less than like 10 minutes unless you ask him not to

If he has a day off he won't sleep in that much but he will curl up beside you and 'accidentally' place his head on your boobs/chest

Y'all saying Terrorism is the caring older brother? WRONG he's the forgotten middle child. we ofc know about Tonia, Anthon and Teucer but he also has two older brothers and at least one older sister

I feel like he's the middle child that had to take all the responsibilities when the older three/four moved out

So yeah he can make a damn fine breakfast for you without skipping a beat

But don't let me even start on his personal hygiene

Like shower are fine ok and he baths once a week only because he can but like

I know damn well his back teeth are ROTTING

He only uses mouthwash and brushes the front and bottom part of the teeth so that they look presentable meanwhile his back teeth got their souls sucked out

Moving on from that Tellurium can't really spend the whole morning with you so he will have to leave you late in the morning.

Coffee? :>

[p-syche-archived]

mold

feat . donald na

warning . death

sunlight streamed in from the window behind him, lighting up his features and allowing him to see the sheets of paper he was finishing. mind elsewhere as he tried to finish work so that the union would run smoothly.

this was one of the downsides of running the union, no time. none even to mourn the loss of a lover. keeping down the pen in his hand when kingsley entered the room, he straighted himself up.

“ the funeral arrangements have been made, it'll be held this weekend ” he told donald who's slightly red rimmed eyes stared back with a his usual dull expression. “ donald ” he began with a twinge of pity laced in his voice. “ eat something alright ? ” he asked with a slight tremble in his voice.

it was painful to him, seeing his ever so put togther and ruthless leader like this. back to his old ways. he shut the door and went on his way to finish as much as he possibly can to make the load lighter on donalds shoulders.

he stared at the piece of bread before continuing on with his work, planning different projects and how to carefully expand the union.

at night he layed in bed, moonlight filtering in through his slightly opened blinds. sleep overtaking his mind the moment he lays down but tonight, tonight he broke down. he cried like a young child who had just lost everything. like a man who had just lost the love his life.

the mental and emotional drain making him drowsy, prompting him to close his eyes as the bread that kingsley left two days prior had began growing mold in his office. just as his mind had began to rot that night.

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Heyyyyy, hope your day/night is going well, not to be nosey or anything but I saw you and that anon talking about how nobody notices Colt and I’m like finally someone else sees it. Like I nearly frothed at the mouth at the idea of Falco becoming reader’s bodyguard. Like I can totally see Colt’s partner just being a whole support system to them. Like oh sweetie you look hella tense lemme rub your shoulders and sneakily guide you into bed while Falco puts the covers over him. Colt hurriedly rushing home to make dinner for his lil brother who MUST be starving, but what’s this dinner is made and his little brother’s homework finished, and he gets a welcome home kiss, SHOOOOK. lol thank you for listening to my brain rot....I hope I don’t sound too Californian with the amount of ‘likes’ and my use of ‘hella’. You’re awesome as always! Laters! 😻🖤🤍🤎

Hey!! I'm having a good day thanks for asking, i hope yours is even better. And hey no you're not being nosy :( I'm so touched that you saw that post and it stuck to your mind.

Just you and Falco absolutely teaming up together to make Colt's live easier, the "save Colt operation" started with Agent Falco and special forces Reader.

More under the cut

The reader will become like a new support beam to their small family right away, finally someone to take some of the responsibilities off of Colt's shoulders.

For once in years he isn't rushing from one job to another, for once he isn't waking up at 6am to do the dishes and prepare lunch in advance, before taking Falco to school at 7 and barely making it to his own college at 8.

He isn't leaving his college right as his lectures end to go pick up the kids from school and drop them at Reiner's house just before his work shift starts

For Once he isn't leaving his long shift job at 8pm to hurry home to make food to his brother before picking him and the kids from Reiner's home and taking each one to their houses, making it 10pm when he needs to start on his actual assignments and essays till he falls asleep at 2am.

He isn't spending the weekends studying for his exams while working as a receptionist in Zeke's clinc and occasionally helping him with check ups.

He's been running out of excuses to give his professors for why his assignments are usually late and the fact he's taking care of his kid brother without parents can only get him so much sympathy from uncaring adults who can go home to their families.

So when he met you that day when you walked through the clinic's door, he had no idea how much you giving him your number after some light conversations, would change his life.

Falco loves you- no Falco ADORES you. He and everyone else can see it clear as day just how much Colt's health improved, both mentally and physically.

He's actually getting full night's sleep because he can depend on you to be there to empty the trash and make breakfast for Falco.

He's getting full attendance on his lectures because you texted him about you picking up the kids and talking them to Reiner's house, you even bought them ice cream. His grades were improving which lifted a huge mental obstacle from his mind.

He can...go places now, he can actually go home and just...get a nap??? And dinner will be ready as you and Falco eat happily in the living room before helping him with his homework.

Colt was sure you were some kind of a god sent Miracle, an angel that came to him just when he was at his lowest.

He swore to give the world to you and repay you for each act of kindness you showed him a million times.

Colt has never ever dated someone long term before, he didn't have the time to and most everyone was initiated with how he always puts Falco before them.

But you didn't, you even seemed to encourage it and be just as caring and protective of Falco as he was. He thought he was dreaming.

Did Aphrodite herself hand craft you especially for him? How could you be so perfect? How could you be so considerate and kind?

And you actually seem to want him back as much as he wants you, he has someone to share his bed with now, someone who gives him a warm cup of coffee with a good morning kiss each day now.

Someone who hugged him on days he couldn't help but miss his mother's face and father's words. Someone who didn't seem bothered by him having a really busy work schedule and instead of accusing him of neglecting you, you simply showed concern for him neglecting himself.

He was speechless.

On some night as you laid asleep on his chest he'd gently run his finger down your face, brushing your lips with his thumb as he was deep in thought.

You've given him something he always wanted.

Falco's happiness, and on top of that his own freedom too, how could he ever repay you for making Falco-his world- so much brighter.

Could he even repay you? What could he possibly give you in return? He had nothing.

But what surprised him the most is that you didn't seem to want nor expect anything in return, "why?" He'd ask you, with eyes confused and filled with desperation.

"It's because I love you" was your answer.

[multiverseofimagines]

❝ sunday morning ❞ a.d characters hc

In which what the “boys” would do on a Sunday morning, alongside their s/o.

Kylo

➤ Kylo loathes mornings, in fact he hates them so much, he insists that no one wake him up early unless he’s truly needed, or has specific duties to fufill that day. Though loyal to his job, the mornings and late evenings are the only times you truly get to spend together as a couple, the rest of the time, he is quite busy with all of his supreme leader tasks.

He’s super cuddly in the morning, and this is one of the few times you get to see a glimpse of what once was Ben Solo. The gentle likeness of his past self seeping through in his whiny morning voice, only gaining it’s raspiness once he’s awaken slightly for the day. 

If you need to get up and do something early, he’ll use the force to make you lay there with him for an extra moment, which will often cause you to submit to his demands happily. 

He is not a breakfast guy, and often forgets to eat meals of any nutritional value ( definitely claims he’s ‘too’  nauseas to eat.) but Sundays are the rarest of occasions that he will join you for breakfast in the private dining room of the ship. (+ his favourite is bacon with syrup drizzled on top)

Clyde Logan

➤ Clyde isn’t opposed to mornings, but his schedule usually consists of waking up late, anyway. The bar doesn’t open till the afternoon, and unless Clyde needs to do early mornin’ paperwork, or check the post office, you can bet your stars he won’t be up before atleast 10am. 

He’s a cartoon and cereal guy. 

    Though Clyde favours his mostly burnt bacon, most mornings he’ll eat cereal with you on the couch while ya’ll are still in your underwear, watchin’ Sunday mornin’ cartoons together.  

( He really enjoys the cartoon network. Some of his favourites are; Tom & Jerry, Adventure Time and Scooby Doo)

    He’ll also insist you two share the cereal and feed eachother bites if your cereal choice is different that morning. Which often results in spilt milk upon both you and the couch. 

(+ ya’ll will also shower together most mornings.)

Charlie Barber

➤ Charlie is the biggest morning person, the man lives for mornings. Most of his routine consists of early mornings, paired with a cup of coffee and starting work right away, but Sundays are definitely his lenient of days,

He will sleep in, only for a couple more hours than usual, still awaking considerably early. He’ll also wake Henry up if it’s his weekend, and start cooking breakfast, whilst your in bed still. Sometimes you’ll get up with them and help, but most mornings Charlie will try and slip out of bed without waking you, feeling guilty for all the mornings you’d have to rush Henry to school, or make Charlie breakfast. He is so considerable upon making it up to you, and letting you know he appreciates what you do for him.

He has grown to like certain cartoons that Henry watches, maybe a bit too much, as he will often get the theme songs stuck within his head, and hum them whenever he gets a chance throughout the course of the week. (His favourites are Pokemon, Spiderman and Spongebob.)

Despite watching Cartoons with Henry, his first order of business when he wakes up is to watch the global news.

Charlie also has a habit of wanting to not sit around all day, and will often make plans to go on bike rides, to the movies, go for lunch, etc.

(+ He definitely pays for Disney plus)

Flip Zimmerman

➤ Flip doesn’t hate mornings, nor does he particularly enjoy them. He prides himself in being on time for work, and has many early mornings in which he must go into the station, including Sundays.

If he does have a Sunday off, or a day in particular off, he’ll still get up earlier than noon (any later and he’ll feel like his whole day has been wasted) He starts his morning off by making coffee, and reading the newspaper (he’s a sucker for crosswords, and will often ask you for help.)

If he doesn’t read the paper first thing, he may find it upon himself to read a bit of his late Mother’s copy of the Torah (Talmud), filled with little colored tabs on important pages. His morning Torah readings always keep him humble. He also highlights quotations that stick with him.

He hates morning telivision, and insists that it rots your brain.

Always wants to grocery shop on Sundays, insisting that the market won’t be busy, even though it always is.

(+ please don’t even get me started on the morning s*x)

Paterson

➤ Paterson could lay in bed forever with you, and he often won’t get up till at least twelve if he has the day off (usually does on sundays)

Depending on the day and his willingness to go out, sometimes you’ll head to a Diner for a late brunch. If not, you’ll usually make something for breakfast. ( Very rare occasion that you two have a huge breakfast. The most it will consist of is either cereal or eggos.)

Sunday is his day of quiet oasis. After food, he’ll hide in the basement and write for hours, only getting up when he smells the scent of food or when you call for him to come help with various house chores. ( Though you try not to interrupt his Poetry writing, no matter how much help you need.)

Sometimes he will also suggest going on a walk with you, just to get out of the house a bit. 

Phillip Altman

➤ Phillip is not a morning person, and is quite a baby with waking up early, but there’s one thing that will eliminate his bitchiness.

    Morning S*x, obviously (What else did you think it was?).

That’s a given ritual on almost every Sunday, accompanied by falling back asleep afterwards for a few more hours. 

You will usually get up before him, and start cooking brunch (+if you feel comfy, it would more than likely be in one of his shirts and just your underwear.) He would also come smack your ass while your cooking, in which would end in you chasing him around with a spatula. 

He does the dishes cause you cooked ( my heart melts ahhh)

Phillip is not a cartoon guy unless it’s an “adult” cartoon ( + his faves are American Dad, Rick and Morty and Family guy.) Though usually on Sunday’s he’ll suggest watching a movie and cuddling on the couch (he always suckers you into an action movie, despite your slight hatred for his taste. They aren’t like fun.meaningful action movies, they are super boring and filled with dumb plots.)  Your lack of interest will almost always lead to a tickle fight or a make-out sesh. 

[themidnight-ghost]

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Chapter One | 

Anne Boleyn lost everything when she accidentally resurrected Henry VIII. Now it's all up to her to fix her mistakes, but hopefully, she won’t have to do it alone.

When Catherine Parr walked downstairs that morning, she was met with the now-familiar silence and uncomfortable energy lurking around the breakfast table.

“Is everyone okay?” Cathy whispered to her Godmother as she turned on the coffee machine.

“It’s been a week, and Kat refuses to come out of her room.” The survivor chewed her bottom lip, “Anna believes it’s her fault for being so neglectful and won’t even mention her name. Jane is furious, not to mention depressed! And I’ve just ordered an extra security lock and one of those camera doorbells.” Catalina gestured to her iPad.

Cathy collected her coffee, “And has anyone seen Annie?”

“Anne.” Jane corrected from across the table. Her eyes were red and puffy.

“No one’s seen her since the incident.” ‘Lina placed a comforting hand on Cathy’s arm,  

“Forget about her, Cathy. She’s probably off galavanting with Henry in malibu.”

Cathy’s blood boiled at Jane’s comment and her hands balled into fists, “You can’t say that.”

“Oh, can I not?” Jane sassed, “She had a choice of everyone! Mae, Liz, Mary and Eddie, but instead she chose the scumbag who got us here in the first place!”

“There should be a reason!” Cathy argued back.

“Then, what was it? What was worth losing everything?”

And with that, Jane Seymour stormed up to her room, only stopping to pull down a framed photo of the 6 queens at Disneyland from the wall. Anna of Cleves looked apologetically at both Catherine’s and followed Jane, resting the picture on the kitchen table as she left.

That night, Cathy slept alone again. She would usually try to get some sleep before a 2-show day, but the thought of Anne kept her head buzzing. The writer couldn’t help but wonder where her ex-girlfriend was, why Anne betrayed them or if she was ever coming back. The constant questions spiralled and confused the usually logical queen, forcing her to groan into her pillow. She still remembered the day when everything fell apart.

Anne rushed into the writer’s arms with tear-stains carved into her makeup. The Boleyn girl cried until her voice was hoarse and when she finally began to tell Cathy what she’d done - it was too late. A rough knock came from the door, and Jane opened it to reveal their ex-husband, resurrected. Anne burst into a fit of tears and screams as she clawed onto Cathy’s jumper in fright as Henry approached them, a merciless grin on his face.

Nothing had changed.

Anne eventually let go of Cathy, backing herself into a wall. Cathy still cringes at what Henry did next. The monarch stroked Anne’s cheek with his thumb, wiping off a tear.

No one helped her.

“Thank you, my dear.” Henry’s voice was deep, raspy and echoed off the house walls.

“You helped him?” Jane stated.

“He forced me!” Anne was on the verge of a panic attack.

“The universe gave her a choice,” Henry butted in, “Me, Mary, Elizabeth, Edward or Mary. She chose me.”

“You choose who you could resurrect?” Jane’s shout almost tore the house down.

“He- we- we had a plan-” Anne could barely speak, she trembled and clawed at her sides while attempting to back herself further into the wall. She could scarcely breathe between her tears.

“Jane wait-” ‘Lina grabbed the mother by her arm, pulling her away from the Boleyn girl.

Amongst the chaos, Henry snuck out the door. Anna of Cleves tried to contain herself as she comforted a sobbing Katherine Howard. Catalina and Jane were at each other’s throats about Anne Boleyn, and Catherine Parr just stared at the mess of a person she used to call her girlfriend.

The next morning, Anne’s bed was found empty, and most of her belongings had been taken away. The house was never the same after that. Henry was back, Anne was lost, Jane was mourning, Kat was scared, Anna felt guilty, Catalina didn’t go to church and Cathy was single.

Back in bed, the writer had just learnt to live with it, she concealed her thoughts and fears into writing and tried to trick her mind into thinking this was only temporary.

“Tomorrow will be different.” The writer murmured.

Tomorrow was different. The queens would do their first show as a group since Anne left and Anna somehow forgot to get oat milk before heading to the theatre.

“I’ll go get it, I need to clear my head anyway.” Cathy grabbed the spare keys, getting a headstart. The writer cautiously headed to the nearest tube station and took a metro to oxford street. Most of the queens drank oat milk because it was healthier and they didn’t want Kat to feel left out, so Selfridges was visited regularly on weekends.

Walking down the road, Catherine noticed something peculiar. A homeless woman was sleeping on the pavement, her back propped up against the building’s wall; she was covered in blankets.

Anna co-owned a business with Kat where they helped the homeless get back on their feet, and this often resulted in the queens knowing all of them by name. But this woman was different, and Cathy didn’t recognise her.

“Hello?” The writer cautiously approached, “Have you been here long-?” Cathy gasped when she registered the ebony hair which framed the woman’s face. “Annie?”

The 6th queen crouched beside the sleeping clump, carefully pulling back the hem of the blanket so she could see the owner’s face and her fear was confirmed right. Anne’s lips were chapped, there was dirt on her face, the faint remains of a bruise on her left eye and a cut on her chin.

Cathy entered a state of crisis. She still loved Anne, but she couldn’t forgive her for what she did. But then again, was she really going to let her rot on the side of the road? No one deserved that.

The Boleyn girl stirred in her sleep, and Cathy instinctively placed a small hand on her shoulder, “You’re alright.” She whispered, and Anne’s body relaxed.

Cathy felt around for her wallet and pulled out two £20 notes, proceeding to stuff them into Anne’s hood. She took one last look at the remains of Anne Boleyn before kissing her middle and index fingers and resting them against Anne’s shoulder as a goodbye. Cathy then pulled back the blankets and walked in the other direction. The oat milk could wait.

During the next few days, Cathy always passed Anne’s street corner on her way to the theatre, making it her mission to leave small amounts of cash in the 2nd queen’s hood.

On the fourth day, Cathy returned to see Anne awake and drinking something from a flask. Thinking fast, the writer pulled over a stranger and pressed the cash into their hand,

“Please can you give this to the homeless woman on the street corner?”

“I beg your pardon?” The stranger twirled the cash between her fingers,

“Would you mind giving that to the homeless woman?” Cathy pointed at Anne, “I used to know her and I’ve been stopping by every day to give her small amounts of cash.” The stranger looked doubtful, “Please?”

“You’re doing a good deed.” The stranger reluctantly accepted, and Cathy spied from behind a telephone box as the stranger crossed the road and handed Anne the cash. The 6th queen grinned as Anne almost dropped her flask to shake the stranger’s hand, the words ‘thank you’ escaping her mouth multiple times.

However, Anne’s face dropped slightly as the woman shook her head and gestured to the surrounding area, and Cathy couldn’t help feeling a little guilty. But at least Anne had something to eat that night.

The cycle continued for weeks. Anne was dropped secret amounts of cash from random strangers each day until Catherine finally decided to face her fears.

The survivor had just ordered a pair of sausage rolls from Greggs, and it took everything in her not to turn back. Cathy felt like she was walking in slow motion as she approached, her heart was thumping in her ears way too much, and she clenched her jaw. What if Anne didn't want to see her again? There had to be a reason for her continuous absence and even worst, what if Henry was lurking in the bins.

“Annie?” Cathy’s voice was barely a whisper as Anne whipped her head around, her jaw-dropping.

Both queens starred in silence before Cathy inaudibly handed Anne the sausage roll, sitting beside her on the pavement.

“Thank you.” Anne tensed her shoulders and hid her face, “I wish you didn’t see me like this.”

“It’s alright.” Cathy awkwardly assured, “Is it warm enough?”

“It’s great, thank you.” The conversation was horribly formal. “How did you find me, anyway?”

“A few weeks ago I went to buy some oat milk and passed you. I’ve been leaving cash in your hood.”

Cathy swore she could see Anne tear up.

“That was you?”

“Yeah, sorry if it was weird.”

“You have no idea how much I appreciated those! With that money, I brought a flask, gloves, a new coat, blankets and even a sleeping bag!” Cathy tried to stifle a laugh as Anne showed off her possessions with pride, “And next, I’m gonna buy a tent! So, thank you, Cath.”

The nickname struck a nerve and Cathy tried not to cry as she finished her sausage roll.

“Is there anything I could bring you tomorrow?”

“Deodorant!” Anne quipped,

A smile graced Cathy's face, even after so long the pair fell back into their casual conversation as nothing had happened. So much had changed but their relationship was still stable as both queen's pushed past their doubts in exchange for an unfamiliar feeling of home and familiarity.

“Yeah, but you’ve always needed that!” Cathy fired back. Anne dramatically gasped and held a hand to her chest. “Seriously though, what do you need?”

“You’ve done too much for me already.” The Boleyn girl grasped Cathy’s hand before she could go. “It would be rude to ask for me, especially after… well, you know what. So thank you.”

“Anytime.” Anne’s hand lingered longer than necessary, and in any other circumstance, Cathy would’ve kissed Anne’s knuckles and told her she loved her. Instead, Anne let go, and they parted ways until the next day.

_______________

It got to the point where Cathy would leave the house an hour early to see Anne.

The lonely, gay, writer leaves her found family to pick up the pieces from her ex-girlfriend’s destruction while she shares a sausage roll with said ex. It sounds like a news header.

Every other day, Cathy would supply Anne with the daily essentials and Anne would take her on a walk around London, showing her all the city’s secrets.

Like the money, this continued until Cathy saw Anne packing up her belongings and blankets.

“What’s going on?”

“They’re moving me. They want me gone by the end of the day because it looks bad for their brand.” Anne explained.

“Who? Selfridges?”

Anne nodded solemnly.

“We are never buying from them again. Come on, you can stay with me.” Cathy picked up a blanket.

“You know I probably have fleas, right? There’s this homeless man who I’m friends with, and his dog is always scratching. I can’t stay at your house.” Anne grabbed the blanket from Cathy’s hands.

“We have flea spray at home from when Kat found that puppy.” Cathy snatched the blanket back.

“Have you forgotten the four people living there who hate me? One of them is my cousin.” Anne claimed the blanket.

“Big deal, don’t think I haven’t noticed those bruises on your neck and wrists. I know what you’re doing. 40 quid a week isn’t enough to buy a tent, Anne.”

The energy dipped and reclaiming the blanket was annoyingly easy.

The Boleyn girl hushed her voice and twiddled her thumbs, “That was uncalled for.”

“Please?” Anne practically melted when Cathy cupped her cheek, “Come home with me.”

“Okay.”

Smuggling a gremlin into the house was more problematic than Cathy thought. Anne had to wait in the garden until the queens had gone to bed and then climb up into Cathy’s window without making a sound.

“Put your leg up!’ Cathy whisper-shouted.

“Do you really think I'm THAT flexible?!” Anne laughed, “I haven’t done the splits in 5 weeks!”

“Lower your voice, you crackhead! Jane is right below us.”

“Oh, fuck Jane!” Anne winked at Cathy who almost dropped the Boleyn girl back onto the grass.

“Just pull!”

Finding strength, Cathy pulled Anne through the window, so she landed on top of her, the pair erupting into fits of laughter.

“I swear someone would’ve heard that!” Anne worried,

“Holy mother of god- you do stink!” Cathy slid out from under Anne and closed her nose.

_______________

“Do you still have that coconut shampoo?” Anne fidgeted around their bathroom, liked she belonged there.

“It should be under the sink.” Cathy scrolled through her phone.

“I still don’t get why you have to be in here,” Anne muttered.

“Because someone has to be in a bathroom for it to be locked! That’s just basic knowledge!” Cathy glanced up from her phone as Anne removed her top, “besides, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”

“You’re lucky I’m only letting that comment slide because I haven’t felt hot water in weeks.”

Cathy knew she shouldn’t, but that didn’t stop her from wincing at the bruises on Anne’s back.

“How’d you get those bruises?”

“Looking already, are we?” Anne turned the shower on.

“I’m just curious.”

“I was given the last packet of socks at the homeless shelter, and some dudes were pretty desperate. Which is stupid because I would’ve given them a pair if they’d asked.”

The writer nodded but needed to ask one last question.

“What about the cuts on your arm?”

“What cuts.”

What should’ve been a question came out as a statement, and Anne quickly ended their conversation. Still, that didn’t stop Catherine from eying the vertical cuts above Anne’s wrist which were carved into her skin like the scar on her neck.

Cathy stayed silent for the remainder of Anne’s shower. The stream of water calmed her, and the steam put her muscles at ease. Anne hummed the faint tune of a lullaby, and for once, everything was back to normal.

Anne was sunk back into Cathy’s room smelling of strawberries and coconut, they sprayed flea killer on almost all of Anne’s belongings (despite Cathy’s protests). Before ending the night on Cathy’s carpet eating ice cream and watching Tangled.

Once Anne had passed out on the writer’s shoulder, she began scribbling down her thoughts in her notebook:

‘Why do we fall in love so easily? Even when it’s not right? I don’t know how it all turned to lies, and sometimes I think it’s better to never ask why. And even though Anne hurt me, I can’t help but forgive her.’

☁️ I hope you liked... the first 3 chapters are already on ao3 but i figured i’d post to tumblr too! Let me know about tag lists! xx ☁️

[captainkippen]

I don't know where I'm going with this, it's just a piece of free writing because I felt inspired. Might keep going and turn it into a short story or something.

TW: Implied abuse.

1994.

The door clatters open like a twister is blowing through and I jerk up with such violence I almost slide right off my seat. There are a few bleary-eyed moments of confusion as my heart calms down before a takeaway cup of coffee is thrust under my nose and I'm forced to take it before it ends up decorating my shirt.

"Rise and shine, loser. You fall asleep at your desk again? You know you're gonna have permanent keyboard marks on your face if you keep doing that."

I bat Jay's hands away from my neck, saving myself from one of his terrible massages. He keeps telling me he has magic hands, but I'm pretty sure the crick in my neck only sticks more stubbornly when he tries to get rid of it. I give my shoulders a roll, sighing into the satisfaction of feeling my joints click, and swivel around to face him.

He's dressed in the same clothes he wore to mall yesterday and the heavy stench of too many cigarettes clings to him which means he probably spent the night at Ricky's - our local 24 hour diner - periodically ducking into the alley to burn through a new pack of Marlboroughs. A fresh smudge of dark purples and blues stains the skin around his eye. I hope he at least gave his brother a bruise back to match.

"What time is it?" I punctuate my question with a yawn just to make a point, but he just grins and holds up his watch.

7:15AM. Wonderful. At least he waited until he used the front door for once. My parents fret about him breaking his neck every time he leaves scuff marks on the window ledge to avoid waking them up.

"Did you actually get any sleep last night?"

"Did you?" He fires back with a raised eyebrow, shrugging off his jacket and flopping onto my bed to grab the latest issue of Rolling Stone from where he left it strewn across one of the pillows last time he crashed here. Comfortable silence falls as I admire the way his fingers bend the magazine back. There's this little crease that forms between his brows whenever he's concentrating, physical evidence of him trying to force his brain to focus on one thing at a time and not the myriad of random thoughts bouncing in there at any given time. I hide my smile in my coffee - he knows I'm not really annoyed, but I refuse to give up the illusion. It's a ageing routine, but one I never get bored of.

I count the minutes until the silence breaks. One. Two. Thr-

"So I was thinking," he says, the sighs like he's exasperated at his own inability to keep words in. It's one of the many things I like about Jay - he always speaks his mind. It makes it easier to understand him.

"Dangerous task for you."

An unimpressed middle finger greets my words before they're completely out. I hold back a snort.

"Sorry. Go on?"

We've known each other since we were seven. Across the street neighbours. He was the first person I met when I moved in with my foster parents. In a street full of unfamiliar tree and looming white houses he sat there on the curb pretending to fish with a stick and a piece of string. He'd called over as I got out of the car, asked if I liked trout. I didn't even know what trout was. That was okay. It was gross anyway, apparently.

I don't remember ever making friends so easily, like we just fell together and that was it. No fuss. Ten years on and the surprise hasn't waned.

"You guys want breakfast?" My mom pokes her head around the door with a tired smile, interrupting whatever train of thought Jay was hopping on.

I shake my head and lift my coffee, ignoring the disapproving look she gives me. Coffee is not food nor is it particularly good for you, but it's also not worth a battle over nutrition before eight o'clock.

"All good here, Mrs H." Jay smiles, all teeth and charm and twinkling eyes, then pats his stomach as if to confirm it. It's a smile that's impossible to disagree with when it's directed right at you.

"You sure? Alrighty then," Mom says, doubt creeping into her tone despite her fond look. She was forever trying to feed Jay, convinced he was too skinny. Worried he wasn't getting enough to eat. I can't say I blame her - some days Jay looks like he's auditioning to play Mike Teevee right after he got put through Willy Wonka's stretching machine, but it's all an illusion. I've watched him consume an entire box of donuts in one sitting more than once. His stomach might as well be a trash compactor for all the junk he eats. Plus he always has snacks tucked into the glove compartment of his car in case of emergencies, right alongside a sock full of laundromat destined quarters, a spare toothbrush and his shaving kit.

"Sawyer, honey, can you please clean up a bit in here? It looks like a bomb hit it. Guests don't want to sit in this."

"Half of this is his mess!" I splutter as my mom smiles and disappears back down the hall. "He's not even a real guest!"

Jay only laughs and ducks out of the way when I throw a balled up sock at his head. Asshole.

"So as I was saying..."

"As you were saying," I roll my eyes, gesturing for him to continue.

"I think we should do something."

"What, like go to the movies?" There's nothing good out at the moment, I'm pretty sure. We spent all last weekend debating whether or not to go see the latest Keanu Reeves movie only to spend all our cash on popcorn and get kicked out halfway through because Jay's running commentary made me laugh so hard I choked.

"No man, like... something interesting."

"...bowling?"

He shoots me an unimpressed look and I raise my hands in surrender. What else could he possibly have in mind? Our town only has three things to do; movies, bowling or the mall. We've been cycling through each option all summer. It's the same thing every year and it does get old after a while, but it beats sweating to death outside and spending all day playing video games sets my dad off on the perils of computer addiction. If I ever have to hear another lecture about technology rotting my brain it'll be too soon.

"For a writer you sure are lacking imagination."

"Well what do you suggest, then?" I huff.

There's a gleam in his eye and the warning lights start flashing in my brain just a beat too late. I know that look, it's the kind that got me put in detention three weeks in a row last semester for filling Roy Jackson's football helmet with food dye after he called spread a false rumour that Mary Harring blew him in his backseat. In my defence, it was all Jay. In his defence, I didn't stop him. Principle Ikener's never looked so disappointed. Roy Jackson's face was pink for a week. Scraping gum off the bleachers has never been so satisfying.

"Okay, hear me out first, alright," he says as I groan. We both know I'm already doomed to agree, but we play the part like he has to convince me anyway. Like I said, an ageing routine.

There's a pause in which I repress a sigh and let him dramatically drum roll his fists through the air and then he says, "Europe."

The word is emphasised with jazz hands and I can only stare at him for a moment, my brain trying to compute it. Did I mishear? Did he get part way through a sentence then forget the rest? He stares at me expectantly and it's all I can do to repeat the word slowly after him. His resulting nod is reminiscent of my aunt's excitable golden retriever.

"What about Europe...?"

"We should go."

"What?"

"To Europe," he insists. "We should go."

"You want us to go to Europe."

He looks at me like I'm being deliberately stupid. "That's what I said."

"But... why?"

Summers at home are dull. Three long months of sweltering heat and so many snow cones we make ourselves sick, and weeks on end of trying to think of new things to do, but it has never been so bad that we've resorted to leaving the country before. I'm confused.

"You're always talking about how much you want to travel! And we've got time. two and a half months before school. Think about it, we could be spending that time on the beaches in Spain, or looking at fancy architecture in Italy! I can drag you 'round some museums, you can force me on a tour of places famous English writers lived and we can get sick of each other in style."

Morning light spills through the window and highlights the dustmotes in the air. The bruises on his face seem darker with his face haloed in gold. I get another whiff of cigarettes and realise the smell is staler than usual.

"I don't know," I say. "My parents-"

I get a set of pursed lips in response. His expression is strained.

"Your dad is always saying we should broaden our horizons. He'll be thrilled. Besides, think of all the cute European girls we'll meet."

"How would we even afford it?"

It's a deflection. For a pair of teenage boys, we're both pretty good with money. Weekend jobs at Blockbuster and Baskin Robbins. I still have money saved from my Bar Mitvah, mostly because I've never really wanted anything enough to really splash out. My clunky computer works just fine and I'm content with books and notepads. Jay saves like his life depends on it, and maybe it does. Money for gas and food for the infinite hours spent avoiding his own home. Money for college. Money for escaping.

He stares me down.

One, two, three days since he left the Rolling Stone on my pillow only to pick it back up this morning. I'd noted his lengthy absence yesterday, but I'd just assumed he'd gone fishing. I should have known something was off.

"Please?" There's a desperate edge to his tone that rugs at my heartstrings and it's all I can do not to demand he tell me why he's suddenly so keen on visiting Europe when he's never expressed any such desire before. Instead I just sigh.

"Okay, but you get to convince my mom."

[marshmallowprotection]

Hello~ can I request the RFA + Minor Trio with soft morning moments? I'm in a soft mood (◍•ᴗ•◍) - 4'10 anon (sending her love as always 💕)

Sweet content that makes your teeth rot coming right up!Yoosung Kim° Alright, so, big morning mood for Yoosung is sleeping in as long as you can together on the weekends. It’s not getting out of bed unless you have to do it. ° Don’t try to crawl out of that warm space. It’ll feel lonely if you do that. It’s like nothing exists but the both of you. ° He just really likes the feeling of being with you, very close, the morning time is when he feels the bravest! It’s when he can wrap an arm around your waist and not feel so flustered at that motion! ° It’s gentle kisses. ° A few stolen ones, of course. On your cheeks, your forehead, your lips, if he dares. ° It’s laughter and light. ° And when you finally crawl out of bed, you can share breakfast together that he painstakingly makes with you for fun.Hyun Ryu° Ugh. He is the worst in the morning but don’t you worry about that! This is just because the man has a routine. He is a quicker riser, always on the go, and very easy to convince to get up. Most of the time he’s the one that gets out of bed first to shower, of course, he’s always good about waking you up in the morning with a kiss afterward. ° It’s delicate and light. The best way to wake up in the morning is with affection and lots of kisses. °There are those mornings when you can convince him to stay in bed, too, and that’s a very fun thing as well. That’s when he’s terrible about just peppering you with kisses. ° It’s shared moments over music, and television. ° It’s a lot of sleepy talk about this or that. ° The pace is often set by whoever gets up first. You both have a routine that you follow to a letter. Only sometimes is that broken when Zen insists that you share a shower. Jaehee Kang° Surprisingly very soft in the morning time. You might have expected her to be a punctional early riser who doesn’t deter from her routine but oh my gosh, once you get into her life it’s harder for her to want to go through with that. She gets up and it’s just the two of you bathed in the morning light and there’s a strong pull to never leave that warm space. ° Because, God, she feels such things about you. That’s embarrassing. ° However, once you’re awake it’s easier to crawl out of bed and start the morning. ° You share breakfast, or if there’s not a lot of time, at least a coffee together before you head out. ° Warm conversations about your plans, what you want to do that day, or what you’re going to do that week. ° Oh, and of course, one kiss before you head to work. Jumin Han° Mornings with Jumin are always a delight. He is always the first to wake up in the morning, just a natural thing with his body’s internal clock. he likes it that way, he gets to see you sleeping and it’s a peaceful thing. He almost wishes he didn’t have to leave just so he could stay right here with you. It’s likely he’s stayed a little longer than he should have just because you made him feel some kind of way. ° He likely crawls out of bed as quietly as he can just to let you have a little longer while he showers. ° He’ll come back and Elizabeth has stolen his place on the bed. She’s getting closer to you then he was, darn it! ° It’s cute though, so he’s not mad. ° He puts a lot of effort into the mornings when you wake up. There’s kissing, there’s affection, there are hugs. It’s such domestic bliss that it’s actually making my teeth rot. ° You get to share breakfast together, and talk about your life, things you’re going to do together that day, more of the focus on what you’ll both do, rather then what you are inclined to do at work or such.° I mean, obviously, he loves the idea of cooking for you! ° There’s a lot of gentle compassion here in the morning and it should make your heart swell. Saeyoung Choi° Did you say morning? What is the concept of a morning? There are no windows in this bunker. It’s always whatever time you want it to be. I kid. I kid. Seven crawls into bed with you not long after he finishes up what he’s working on, and pretty much keeps you there as long as you’ll let him. He’s usually the one that sleeps in. So, you get to see him still sleeping soundly in the morning. You’re the one thing that helps him actually rest. ° It’s fun to nudge him awake with kisses, or teasing him with some kind of joke. He’ll always wake up and stare at you with this cheesy grin. He doesn’t have his glasses but he’ll still always tell you that you look great. ° Mornings are laid back, casual… there’s no rush between the either of you. ° There’s a lot of kissing, and joking around when it’s a lazy morning… a back and forth of affection that nobody ever really wins. ° You’ll make sure there’s an actual breakfast and he’ll be sure to gratefully eat it with a smile. (that’s if you can cook, or if you can’t. he loves you either way.)° Everything is fun with Seven. He’s bad about letting you crawl out of bed or away from him, only to tug you right back into his grasp and smother you with kisses. ° This guy is too much. V° Forget anything that I just said. Mornings with Jihyun are unlike anything you’ve ever had. You ever wonder what it feels like to be touched by an angel? There’s nothing but the sound of nature outside the windows and the both of you. It’s like nothing else exists in those moments and you wouldn’t have it any other way. ° The guy will literally wake you up with a kiss if he wakes up first. ° You’ll wake him up the same if you’re the first one to get up that day. ° There often is a lot of small talk in the morning. Its more through actions then it is through words. Through hugs, kisses, caresses, the smallest gestures mean the biggest things when you're with Jihyun. ° It's a slow start to the day. ° You don't have to have everything put together in the morning. You take it piece by piece, and go with the flow. Shower together? Great. Breakfast? Even better. Watch the sunrise? Hell yeah. ° Sometimes simple is best. Saeran Choi° Every day is like a dream when you're with Saeran. He absolutely starts every morning with good heart, and intentions. His happiness always starts in the morning when he realizes that you're still with him and none of the past few months were a dream. He wants to spoil his MC, he's always the first one to rise and the first one to make his mind up to stay as you are. ° He never wakes you up. He just lets you sleep so he can watch over you. Seeinng the sunshine pour into the room and onto your face makes him feel some kind of way. ° There's a lot of sweet murmurs when you begin to rise, a few gentle kisses that make you laugh when his lips brush against your skin. ° Don't try and stop him. He's the one that wants to make breakfast. He likes to see the way your face lights up when you take a bite. ° Every moment you share together has been better than the last so he tries to out do what he did the day prior, always. It's actually kind of sweet to see how much work he puts into making things right. ° Solace can be found in the sweetest of gestures.Vanderwood° Moments with Vanderwood are always impossible to read. They're unpredictable. You never will know what to expect from them every day because they're always changing it up, time from time. Their nature might seem a little surly to most but to you, they show their more sensitive side. They won't verbalize it often, but its very much rooted in their actions that shows you how they feel. ° More often then not it's just an average kind of day. ° You'll wake up and they won't be there but you'll find them in one of numerous positions. ° Either breakfast has been made and left for you, or they're just sitting in wait for you, other times you'll find Vanderwood impatiently tapping their toes as they wait for you to catch up to speed. Sometimes there's cute notes that will be denied being written by them by you know it was Vanderwood! ° The smallest gestures go without thanks needed. ° If you want to catch them off guard kiss them before Vanderwood can start to toss off accusations. That's one way to start out the day. ° It's average... but in a good way. 💜 Mod Kait 💜

[kyn19]

1 through 70, thanks.

Haha tall order, but I got you! All answers under the cut, to spare people’s dashes lmao

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

Yes, my mom and I are close friends.

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

I’ve said it to several of my friends today lol including @backwardswriter and @annamholla

03: Do you regret anything?

Pfft of course. I have nightly mental flashcards of my missteps forcibly played in my mind #anxiety

04: Are you insecure?

you betcha

05: What is your relationship status?

untethered

06: How do you want to die?

Ideally frozen, so that nothing oozes or rots

07: What did you last eat?

Does coffee count?

08: Played any sports?

I played soccer for the first half of my life, but both my body and I are extremely unathletic lmao

09: Do you bite your nails?

Unfortunately yes

10: When was your last physical fight?

Any time I spend time with my brother

11: Do you like someone?

I assume this means romantically, so that’s a hard no. #aromantic

12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours?

bahahaha hell yea. I think the longest I’ve gone without sleep is 3 days straight?

13: Do you hate anyone at the moment?

Oh definitely, so so sooooo many people. Have you seen that orange Jabba that claims to lead my country? #NotMyPresident

14: Do you miss someone?

Some friends and many dogs.

15: Have any pets?

Yes, I have a fur-daughter that lives with my grandparents :3

16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment?

Hungry lol

17: Ever made out in the bathroom?

Yeah, but honestly I try not to bc I’m really germophobic

18: Are you scared of spiders?

Deathly :(

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

Oh hells yeah. Ya girl wanna be a pirate!!!

20: Where was the last place you snogged someone?

That person’s apartment

21: What are your plans for this weekend?

Berry picking!!!! (weather permitting)

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

Fuck no 

23: Do you have piercings? How many?

Yes, I have standard ear piercings and (sadly now closed, but intending to get repierced) both nipples.

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

My best subjects in grade school were English and Art. In college, probably my craft classes (I was a Writing major).

25: Do you miss anyone from your past?

No, they’re in the past for a reason.

26: What are you craving right now?

Jamaican jerk chicken

27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart?

Lol yeah

28: Have you ever been cheated on?

Twice

29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry?

Yes, but I feel like the phrasing of this question insinuates that I made them cry because of something mean or wrong that I did, which was not the case.

30: What’s irritating you right now?

Racists ofc

31: Does somebody love you?

Yes I am very loved by my family & friends! (again, no romo)

32: What is your favourite color?

Black, followed closely by pink

33: Do you have trust issues?

lmao def

34: Who/what was your last dream about?

I don’t remember my dream from last night, but the night before had lots of car chases in it

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

My grandma. We both angry-cried after 1.5 hrs of trying to educate my grandfather about racial discrimination in America. It was like talking to a brick wall of ego and privilege.

36: Do you give out second chances too easily?

Yes, but with time I usually take it back.

37: Is it easier to forgive or forget?

ooooo that’s a good and tough question. I think it’s easier to forgive. That being said, I would not say that I’m a forgiving person. Nor do I think it should be doled out easily, but I know forgiveness is a deeply personal matter. My whole philosophy on it is “even if you forgive, never forget.”

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

lmao not by a long shot. 2020 is wild bro

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

If we’re including VERY first kiss, even like as a little kid, then 4. If we’re talking like post-puberty, then 14.

40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked?

No, I do not like being nude.

51: Favourite food?

Horrible question. I don’t trust anyone who has a definitive answer to this. That being said, whenever people ask me, I just say cake or bread to make conversation easier.

52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason?

No, not really. I think a lot of things do, but definitely not everything or even most things.

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

Watched Eleanor Neale videos on YouTube (everyone should check her out if you like true crime; I’m obsessed with her, she’s been my nightly ritual for like a month now) #EleanorNeale

54: Is cheating ever okay?

(Again I’m assuming this is meant about romantic relationships) Unpopular opinion: I think revenge cheating is okay. Like, if your partner cheats on you, then I think you’re totally justified to cheat on them back. Outside of that, absolutely not.

55: Are you mean?

Ha honestly yeah. Like 50% of the time I am sweet as pie [insert gif of John Mulaney quote “You could spill hot soup on me and I’d probably apologize to you”], but the other 50% is just utterly Bitch

56: How many people have you fist fought?

I’ve slapped a few people and I regularly beat up my brother, but I’ve never been in a legit fistfight

57: Do you believe in true love?

lmao no

58: Favourite weather?

Just picture any Autumn day and you got it

59: Do you like the snow?

Yes! Very beautiful and honestly should be the only reason it’s that fuckin cold outside

60: Do you wanna get married?

As many of my friends know, I would marry any of them in a heartbeat for the tax benefits, the wedding, or other legal rule bending. But again, never in a romantic sense bc #aro

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

No I do not like it. “Babe” is great but never “baby” or worse “babygirl” 

62: What makes you happy?

Dog kisses, fresh food, media, my bffs, the pitter-patter of rain, justice, three margaritas into an evening, lots of stuff

63: Would you change your name?

Oh hells yeah. I love my name, but identity changes gets my motor running

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

No lol she hot

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

Run screaming for the hills and have a funeral for our friendship

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

Totes :)

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

My grandfather. Again, more brick-wall talks.

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

Either my mom or my roomfriend @backwardswriter!

69: Do you believe in soulmates?

Very yes (not necessarily romantic again; I think souls can be magnetized for all sorts of connections)

70: Is there anyone you would die for?

Oh totes. I’m pretty much ready to throw myself on the pyre at any time lmaoo

Thanks for asks, this was fun!!

[santoteez]

In The Bronx - Hongjoong (4)

Part: 4 of (?)

Part 5 HERE!

Genre: Drugdealer!Hongjoong, Drugdealer! SeonghwaAU, Eventual Angst, Eventual Smut, Eventual Fluff

Word Count: 2.6k

Requested: no

Warnings: MC is a black female, mentions of drugs, mentions of child neglect & abandonment, swearing, Hongjoong’s brother is inspired by Mingi

NOTE: This fic does NOT, in any way, shape, or form, portray the way I view any member of Ateez nor does it depict their true personalities or actions. This AU is just that. An AU.

The ride back to The Bronx was eerily silent. After parking outside the building, Seonghwa helped Minjoon out of the car and inside the house while Santana carried the food inside. They didn’t risk not buying it, knowing Minjoon will always remember food no matter the circumstances. That, and Popeyes was his favorite and considering what has just gone down, he’s gonna need at least one good thing.

“The fuck does this kid eat? He’s built like a brick wall.” Seonghwa said, a loud crack coming from his back as he stretched.

“He’s not the star quarterback for nothing,” Santana said, eating a biscuit.

“You eating that with no drink?” Seonghwa asked, grabbing a carton of Minute Maid from the fridge. “You might as well choke yourself to death.”

“It’s not THAT dry.” Santana rolled her eyes.

“And I’m not THAT rude. Let’s all be liars for the night.”

“You really think he’s gonna confess?” Santana asked, staring off into space.

“Seonghwa sighed. “I hope he doesn’t but knowing HJ, he thinks we’re all better without him. He always spoke about turning himself in if some shit went down, but I always brushed him off. I let my guard down; didn’t think anything would happen. We were always so careful. You know, there was a time I almost stopped hustlin’.” He poured juice into a glass and handed it to Santana.

“Word?” She asked. “I ain’t know that.”

He nodded. “Around my 20th birthday. I had finally made enough money to put myself through school. Since I was a kid, I wanted to be a chef. Like Bobby Flay or some shit. This shit was only meant to be temporary. After all, when they ask you your occupation, ain’t no box to check off for ‘drug dealer.’ I was ready, I had spoken to Snake and everything.”

“So if you were so ready to leave, what happened?”

“On what was supposed to be my last day, Snake retired. Left the whole place to HJ.” He filled a glass for himself, putting the carton back. “HJ ain’t know shit. I was planning on telling him after my last drop. It’s not like I was going anywhere. I’d still fuck with him outside the trapping shit. His first order in power? Making me second in command. It was then I realized just how close we were. He had just inherited an EMPIRE, and his first thought was to bring me up with him. Snake gave me a knowing look when I made a complete 180, assuming the position. It was like he knew. That HJ would choose me, that I’d say yes. He always called us the dynamic duo. In the past two years, I’ve come to believe it. Now you see why I can’t just let him rot. I gotta go get my brother.”

“Please tell me you didn’t drink all the cherry limeade.” Santana and Seonghwa turned to see Minjoon standing in the doorway.

“Hey, sleeping beauty. Come eat some of this chicken you made me buy.” Seonghwa said, waving him over.

Minjoon grabbed some chicken, and the room was silent for a while.

“You didn’t tell me where Hongjoong is.” Minjoon broke the silence.

“Maybe we should wait till morning, Youngblood.” Seonghwa said.

“Nah, I don’t think we should,” Minjoon shook his head. “I’m tired of being kept in the dark. Being told I’m too young. Somebody better start talking.”

Santana grabbed his shoulder. “Minjoon, calm down.”

“Nah. You heard him, he’s grown. He’s gotta hear this. You know that lil packing job your brother has at Costco? It’s bullshit. All the paystubs, the uniform he carries in his backpack. It’s all a front. Your brother’s a drug dealer. Actually, no. He’s a fucking KINGPIN. He runs the shit! Your brother has been running an entire street pharmacy under your know for YEARS and you knew nothing. You think Costco was giving him all that money to buy you shit? Headphones, Jordans, backpacks, that big ass bed you have, this sectional couch?”

Minjoon opened his mouth but didn’t know what to say.

“Minjoon, say something,” Santana said.

“How’s that possible? There have never been any drugs here. No guns, nothing. I know I would’ve noticed a kilo of fucking cocaine by now.”

“Every morning he’d drop you off at school, he’d come back to the house and bag what he brought in from the night before. All that time you thought he was sleeping, he was bagging up product. A few minutes before he left to go get you, I’d swing by, pick up the product, take it back to the warehouse. That way, he’d get work done and you’d never see an ounce.”

“So it was all a lie.” Minjoon shook his head. “He’s a fucking criminal.”

“Shut up,” Seonghwa said, his voice rising.

“Seonghwa.” Santana started.

“No. I gotta say this, Santana. Your brother lied to you, boo fuckin’ hoo. You know what else he did? Became your legal guardian at 18. He was a fucking kid, and he took on another child. Raised you since you were 13. By himself. There’s grown people out here who are struggling to take care of their own kid, and here comes HJ, making it look so fucking easy! You’ve never starved. Never fallen asleep too cold or too hot. He’s ran his own body into the ground so you can live like a fucking prince. He sleeps on a fucking couch! And he wakes up from it with a smile on his face! When he does sleep. Between being up all-night making money and up most of the day packing product AND driving you to school and back, it’s a surprise he has any time for Santana. I’m not saying he’s perfect. But he’s all you got. And that more than enough. So stop being so fucking ungrateful.”

Minjoon sighed. “I’m sorry, Seonghwa. I never thought of it that way. And I’m sorry to you, Santana. You deserve to spend more time with the guy you want to be with. It’ll be different from now on, I promise you.”

Santana smiled, resting her head on his shoulder.

“That’s right, Youngblood. Be a man. The sun’s gonna come up soon. I should head to the warehouse, make sure it’s clean. Stick together, especially this weekend. Take care of each other until HJ is back. He will be back, if it’s the last thing I do.” Seonghwa said, getting up from the couch. “Santana, lock the door.”

When Minjoon was out of range, Seonghwa whispered to Santana. “Make sure he straight, it’s a lot of information to take in for a kid, no matter how grown he thinks he is.” Santana nodded, locking the door.

“You knew all of this, and you still said yes to being with him?” Minjoon asked when Santana sat back down.

“I see past it all. Your brother is no blockhead. He’s intelligent. Talented. Caring. Look at all the things he’s done for you. He threw himself into a world of danger out of love for you. He’s been saving up to send you to college, disregarding his own dreams. It’s always ‘Minjoon first’ to him. He packed all the money into the baby carrier the cops found you in when you two were abandoned. He made sure Seonghwa and I would find it because he’s planning on turning himself in.”

“Wait, what? Why would he do that? He could get life!”

“Just like I said. He’s doing it for you. Time and time again, he says he’d give his life for you. That’s what he’s doing.”

“No, he’s not. We have to figure out where they’re holding him. Talk to him. If he goes to jail for wanting the best for me, I won’t be able to live with myself. We have to go now!”

“Seonghwa will look into the cop that came here to arrest him. When he figures where that cop works, we’ll know where to go. Try and get some rest for now.”

“If I can, with all the shit I learned today. You wanna take the bed? I don’t want you in here sleeping on some couch, especially without HJ. If something else happens, you’ll be safer in there.”

“Minjoon it’s fine, really.”

“I insist. My sheets are clean, I swear. That’s one thing Hongjoong is always on my ass about. Laundry.”

Santana laughed. “I’ll only go if you promise you’ll sleep.” When he nodded, she stood up.

“Goodnight, Minjoon.”

“Night, Santana.”

 When Santana awoke, it was well past noon. Minjoon wasn’t kidding about the bed being comfortable. Just as she rubbed her eyes, her phone rang.

“Hello?”

“Officer Carlo Bianchi. Works at Sing Sing. Visiting hours are over at 3pm, so get your asses in an uber NOW if you wanna see him today.” Seonghwa said on the other line, not bothering to greet.

“Thank you, Seonghwa. We’re leaving now.” She hung up.

She ran into the living room, where Minjoon was already awake, staring out the window.

“Hey! Let’s go, they got him in Sing Sing.”

“Shit, that far? Okay, I’m changing now.’ Minjoon scrambled into the room.

In 15 minutes flat, they were dressed and in the back of an uber. They arrived to the correctional facility a little after 1.

“Name of the inmate?” The guard at the door asked.

“Hongjoong Kim.”

“He’s new, so they might not bring him down, but you can have a seat down the hall to your left. If he’s able to take visitors, he will be escorted to you personally.”

They chose a table at the center of the room, observing the other inmates with their loved ones.

“We gotta get him outta here. This can’t become our lives. Seeing him for a few hours a day with a table between us?” Minjoon shook his head.

“Holy shit, they’re bringing him! He’s coming down!” Santana pointed.

Hongjoong entered the common area, dressed in an orange jumpsuit, handcuffed by the wrists and ankles. He looked like he hadn’t slept, and his usually styled hair was disheveled. Santana wanted badly to run and jump into his arms but could do nothing but sit and watch him be uncuffed to sit.

“Ain’t that the shirt you wore on Wednesday, motherfucker?” He eyed Minjoon once he finally sat down.

“Dude, you’re in fucking jail. There’s bigger problems than my shirt right now.” Minjoon said, smiling slightly. Even in a situation like this, his brother to make him smile.

“At least I can count on someone to look their best coming to see me.” Hongjoong turned to Santana. “How you sleep?”

“Clearly better than you.”

He shook his head. “Don’t worry about me. I’m where I should be. I’m guessing that if Minjoon is here, he must know the truth now.”

Minjoon nodded.

“Everything I did was for you. I can never get the image of Mom running into a car out of my head. I can never get that feeling of heartbreak out of me. I made a vow that no matter what, you never experienced that. I never wanted you to feel alone. In need.”

“And yet, here you are throwing in the towel. How can you say you don’t want me to feel abandoned when that’s what you’re doing? I know what you’ve done. What you’ve sold, what you work as, all of it. I thought long and hard about it. And guess what? I don’t feel any different. I loved you before I knew, and I love you now. But I don’t want to love you from a distance. Brother, please.”

Hongjoong looked away, focusing on nothing in particular. He turned to Santana. “Did you find what I sent you to get?”

She nodded. “The carrier.”

Hongjoong nodded. “It was initially just for Minjoon, but when I realized how I felt for you, I added more. That’s for the both of you. I want Minjoon in college. I want you to open your lil boutique and shit. Be what this world needs. Make money the right way.”

“What good is making bread if there’s no one to break it with? Hongjoong, listen to yourself.” Minjoon reached out to grab his hand.

“No touching.” The guard shouted from the door and Minjoon placed his hand back in his lap.

“HJ. Hear us out, PLEASE. Would you want us to give up on ourselves? What if Minjoon dropped out right now, despite being on track to graduate early? What if I just stopped sketching and designing altogether? You wouldn’t accept it from us, so why would you think we’d accept it from YOU?”

“Y’all don’t have an entire illegal business you’re responsible for. You’re not facing a 25 to life. That’s the difference, Santana.” Hongjoong shouted.

“Doesn’t mean you can’t have hope,” Minjoon said, fighting back tears. “We can use the money to bail you out. I can find another way to go to college.”

“Dry your face. I ‘hoped’ our mother would come back to us. I ‘hoped’ to grow old with the woman I love. Does it look like any of that happened? Hope doesn’t exist for Hongjoong. Never has. So, cut the crap. You’re not bailing me out. That money is for your future. Always has been. Don’t ” Hongjoong stood up, motioning for the guard to come over.

“You’re leaving? So soon?” Minjoon muttered.

“There’s nothing else to talk about. I made my decision.”

“Just like how Seonghwa had made his decision.” Santana blurted out.

“What?”

“The day Snake retired. You claimed ownership. That was the day Seonghwa was gonna quit the game.”

“How do you know this?” Hongjoong sat back down, causing the guard to roll his eyes and go back to his post.

“He told me last night. He was all set to go to culinary school. It was gonna be his last drop. Until you made him second in command. He realized the loyalty and trust you had in him, even back then. So, he stayed. He changed his mind. And he has your back to this day. Even now, while you’re locked up in here, he’s moving heaven and earth for you. Don’t make his efforts die in vain. The least you can do is have some fucking hope. Seonghwa does. Minjoon does. And I sure as hell do.”

Hongjoong sighed. “If you all believe I can get out of here, then I’m gonna believe it too. I’m gonna find it in me to have hope. I believe in you guys.”

“Seonghwa is gonna find a way to get you out of here. You’ll see Minjoon off to college. We’ll get some house in the middle of nowhere and grow old and wrinkly together. And all this hard work will pay off. Speaking it into existence.”

Hongjoong smiled. “I love you.”

“And I love you.”

“That’s a wrap! Visiting hours are now over. Visitors, please make a single file line to exit the facility, inmates please stand up and wait to be handcuffed by your guard.”

“I will see you guys soon?” Hongjoong asked.

“Of course. You can’t keep us away.” Santana said, causing him to laugh.

“I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

Santana and Minjoon stood on line, watching as the guard cuffed Hongjoong and once again took him up the stairs. Santana turned her phone back on once outside the building and notice several missed calls from Seonghwa. She called him immediately.

“Hello?”

“Santana? You’re out?”

“Yeah, just now. Why?”

“I sent you an address. Come quick. I think I found a way to get HJ out.”

[nyadere]

Reposting this bc the link got messed up when I changed URLs!!

My all time favorite Destiel fics, in no particular order. (More to be added over time) {last updated 10/08/2019}

Too Much TV Will Rot Your Brain by EndlessRain Rating: G Words: 7397 Summary: “Angel?” John asked. He had been in Heaven for a pretty long time, and had been hunting even longer, and he never had heard of angels actually existing.

“Oh for God’s sake,” Ellen said, “That’s your kid’s boyfriend!”

Notes: A short, sweet fic with mostly humor and a bit of angst mixed in. – How (thanks to Gabriel) Dean and Castiel (accidentally) raised each other (and Sam). by Vera Rating: E Words: 69693 Summary: In which, Gabriel meddles with the time line and Castiel becomes Dean’s angel rather sooner than intended.

Notes: This is a must-read, the writing is perfect and the idea is also perfect. Throwing Castiel into the boy’s lives from the start and the dynamic it brings is such an interesting take on the story.

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Destiel, Actually by Bloodism Rating: E Words: 15973 Summary: Picture your typical rom-com cliché. Now picture Dean stuck in that rom-com cliché. With Castiel. Because that’s what happening to him - a crazy whirlwind of your typical-and-not-so-typical cliché’s. He’s playing the main lead in all of them and Castiel’s his counterpart. Of course, the culprit is obvious. Gabe’s enjoying himself too much, lying back on his favourite cloud with a tub of salted popcorn.

It was about time someone kicked the two knuckleheads into gear.

“And… ACTION!”

Notes: Funny & light-hearted, featuring everyone’s favorite trickster.

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Angel’s Wild by LimonadeGaby, riseofthefallenone Rating: E Words: 389271 Summary: But that’s the whole reason he’s here, isn’t it? He’s not out here hunting Humans. He’s not even hunting deer, or bears, or anything else that featured in Bambi. He’s out here, freezing his nuts off every night, because he’s hunting Angels.

Sometimes Dean wishes that Angels were like how they’re described in the Bible. How people from time too old for him to care much about thought Angels were messengers and warriors of God, protectors of Humans. He knows that how they’re really described in the Bible is actually pretty terrifying, but at least they were told by God that they’re supposed to love Humans, right?

That’s a thousand times better than what Angels really turned out to be.

Notes: Another must-read. This fic is a huge, long and a bit of a slow-burn but its so worth it. One of the first destiel fics I fell in love with, an immersive AU with fanart included.

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Things Dean Winchester Loves by tuesday Rating: M Words: 3623 Summary: Castiel makes a list, Sam gives good advice, and Dean takes a while to catch on.

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In the Shadow of your Wings by Enochian Things Rating: M Words: 57268 Summary: Dean drains his bottle of beer, sets it on the table and gets up, heading for the kitchen. Maybe to fetch another, maybe to leave. But Castiel doesn’t want him to go, doesn’t want to leave this conversation unfinished; he remembers his regret of just a few hours ago, that Dean had never known how he loved him.

“Wait,” he says and gets to his feet as Dean passes by. They’re standing close – close enough that Castiel can feel the heat of Dean’s body, the vibrancy of his soul brushing against his grace. “Dean, I have to tell you something…”

Set after the S11 finale.

Notes: another long, slow-burn. The buildup in this fic is fantastic, dealing with a jealous and in-denial Dean while poor Cas is dealing with his own feelings. This fic is so in-character I can see it happening in the actual show.

– Everything Comes Back To You by VioletHaze Rating: E Words: 32970 Summary: Dean knew better. Of course he did. But Cas seemed so charmed by the antique-filled bed and breakfast that Dean went along with it when the proprietor mistook them for a couple. Telling himself it gave them a strategic advantage to be so close to the crime scene, he agreed to the weekend special she offered them. When the case ended up being a bust, they stuck around anyhow because hey, the second night was free…

Notes: I love love loveeee this fic. Canon!verse with fake/pretend relationship. Dean in denial with mutual pining? Yes please. – Sam Winchester Sees the Light (And Dean’s Awkward Boner Face) by YamiTami Rating: G Words: 2447 Summary: Castiel is falling and he has to start doing human things to save energy. That means eating for sustenance, sleeping, and learning how to use a washing machine. This leads to a revelation.

Shamelessly inspired by a gifset of Misha putting a shirt on.

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The Mirror by cloudyjenn Rating: M Words: 24568 Summary: When Dean touches a strange mirror, he’s whisked away to one alternate reality after another and it doesn’t take him long to realize the universe is trying to tell him something.

Notes: This. fic. is. amazing. I love reading about AU versions of the boys and this one has plenty of variety. Cute with a bit of angst mixed in.

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In Your Sweet Little Bungalow by annodominique Rating: E Words: 13680 Summary: All things considered, Castiel has a house. All things considered, Castiel has a life. Without Dean.

It has been seven years since Sam died, seven years since Dean left Castiel, broken and human, and disconnected from humanity. Cas had to cope on his own somewhere along the way. He chose a little town of Oregon to settle in.

Seven years, and Dean shows up at his door on a chilly February night, saying the stupidest set of words to ever be said to Castiel’s face.

“I was–just passing by the neighborhood. Thought I’d drop by…to see you.”

And Cas doesn’t know what to do.

Notes: This fic is so angsty but so worth it.

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When the Bough Breaks by captainshakespear, deanisthesun Rating: M Words: 73963 Summary: Years after the Darkness has been defeated, Dean and Cas are living the apple pie life in small-town Kansas. They don’t hunt anymore, and would like to keep it that way, but some young hunters knocking at their door have different plans.

Dean, Cas and Sam reluctantly agree to help out, but what ought to be a simple case becomes way more complicated and dangerous than they counted on. And when the hunt starts to invade the normal lives they’ve carved out for themselves and their kids, Dean and Cas begin to wonder if escaping the hunting life altogether might have been wishful thinking.

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Home is Where by ChasingRabbits Rating: E Words: 15170 Summary: Casual vagrant Dean Winchester blows into Palo Alto to check on his little brother. What is meant to be a quick visit ends up drawing out when he meets and accidentally ends up clicking with Sam’s strange, grad student roommate Castiel.

Notes: non-canon verse AU where Cas has Asperger’s and is Sam’s roommate, this fic is very cute.

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Out of the Deep by riseofthefallenone Rating: E Words: 488608 Summary: Stay away from the light-beds. Stay in the deep.

It is the first thing hatchlings are taught the moment their fans unfurl and they can swim without their parents to buoy them along. It is the first rule, the first law. It is the beginning of every boogey-monster bedtime story told when they settle against the cliffs to sleep.

Castiel should have listened better.

Notes: I cannot express how much I love this fic. Another huge AU with copious amounts of fanart and detail. Slow-burn, Merfolk AU. I will admit I was hesitant to read this at first as I don’t usually like mermaid/merfolk AUs but this story is so beautifully written and the attention to detail is amazing. Riseofthefallenone never ceases to amaze me.

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Going Postal by captainbarnes Rating: Not Rated Words: 6799 Summary: Castiel,

Hi. My name’s Dean, just Dean — that’s all you’re getting out of me.

I don’t really know what else to say, I’m not good at this and I really don’t want to talk much. But it’s for a grade, and I’m already flunking English, so I guess I don’t have a choice.

Your name is weird as fuck.

— Dean

Dean Winchester and Castiel Novak became pen pals because of a school assignment, and they tried not to get attached to one another. They really did. Sort of. Barely.

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King of the Road by loversantiquities Rating: E Words: 15890 Summary: Contracted out by the local police in Moriarty, New Mexico, Dean is sent to investigate the happenings around a church outside of town, the Angel-worshiping congregation reportedly flocking to the location in recent days. As it turns out, though, instead of snake charmers or devil worshipers, Dean finds an Angel crucified to the cross, said Angel unreasonably snarky despite being tied up against his will.

Turning over Castiel to the authorities, though, doesn’t work in Dean’s favor. With nowhere to go and Heaven having abandoned him, Dean agrees to haul Castiel across the country on two conditions–he doesn’t smoke in the car, and he doesn’t rob convenience stores in broad daylight.

God, Dean might actually kill him before this is over.

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Rock of Ages by winter_of_our_Discontent Rating: T Words: 7430 Summary: It starts because they need a rock. Not, of course, just any rock, but apparently this particular critter needs an Aztec-style obsidian-and-jade dagger right through its human-teeth-and-eyeball-eating heart to actually kill it.

In which Cas gets a ring, and Dean (finally) gets a clue.

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So There It Is, I’ve Said It All by PorcupineGirl Rating: G Words: 3898 Summary: “Why, do you have something you need to say to me that you don’t think I’ll like?”

I think I’m in love with you.

“Yeah. I guess so.“

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Receipts by surlybobbies Rating: T Words: 1391 Summary: He’s about to put the receipt down, no harm done, when something about it catches his eye. Pen ink, on the back. He flips it around and reads:

With Dean. He shared his pie with me. His smile was radiant.

Dean stares. Reads it again. Nothing’s changed.

What? -

The Fourth Wall by entanglednow

Rating: T-E (this is a series so different parts have different ratings)  Words: 40,339 Summary:  (There’s not an exact summary for the whole thing since its a series of 15 different works but basically the boys discover fanfiction about themselves and things get wild) I can’t believe I didn’t add this one before but its one of my all time favorites! I’ve read it multiple times because its just that good. Lighthearted and funny. This series also includes Samifer which I’m a big fan of (but if you’re not into that each part is appropriately tagged so you can skip over it). 

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Someone Who’s Feeling For Me by ellispark Rating: M  Words: 45,876 Summary:  Dean sees her for the first time in nearly six years in some no-name town in Idaho, and it's panic at first sight. Lisa Braeden, the one woman Dean ever actually had a shot at a real life with, back from where he buried her in his mind. And her hand is on Cas's arm like it's no big deal, like it belongs there. Cas, Dean's dorky, sweet, badass, angelic best friend, and he's just standing there next to Lisa and not moving her hand away. Dean feels the jealousy rising, and it's not directed where he expected it to be. Because it takes this exact moment for Dean to realize he's in love with his best friend. He's in love with his best friend, and Lisa is looking at Cas like he's the best thing since automatic rifles, and Dean is utterly fucked.  Notes: Lots of pining, supportive Sam, angst with a happy ending, the good shit.  - Everyone is Trying to Get to the Bar by Balder12 Rating: E Words: 8,111 Summary:  Dean still has enemies in Heaven. True!form Castiel to the rescue!

Notes: I love true!form cas fics and this one is written beautifully, the ending seemed a little rushed to me but other than that I really enjoyed this fic.

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As You Pass Through Me by wannaliveindeansdimples Rating: E Words: 30,548 Summary: Cas has lived in this house all his life... and since his untimely death. The last thing he wants is a new roommate, but it seems he's getting one anyway.

Notes: a wonderful non-canonverse AU with ghost!Cas....but there’s a twist! This fic is incredibly cute and entertaining and makes me smile everytime I read it. There’s a little bit of what could be considered dub-con in a few chapters but before said chapters the author usually has a note at the beginning.

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[jurassicwinchesters]

Thunderstruck- Pt. 1

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 3,064

Warnings: swearing, shooting, injuries 

Hi guys!!! It felt so good to finally have time to write again and this is going to be a little series based out of season two. This is so different from what I usually write so I hope you guys enjoy it!!!! Let me know what you guys think!! xoxo

-Reader’s POV-

It had been three years since the world I once knew was destroyed. Three years since I dragged myself to work on a Monday morning, or since I had went out with friends on a Friday night. My friday nights full of booze and loud music were replaced with food hauls and supply runs. Monday mornings full of shoot outs and machetes slicing through half-rotted flesh. Three years ago the United States as we knew it, was overridden by the Croatoan virus.

It was a pretty quick change throughout the country, almost overnight. One minute I was just living a normal, 21 year old life, working at an unfulfilling job during the week, and bar hopping with my girlfriends on the weekends. The next, a rifle was shoved into my hands and I was forced to pack all my belongings into a single backpack. Scientists still don’t know what caused the disease’s rapid spread, and they have yet to find a cure. Over 21% of the population was killed in the first six months of the outbreak. After the first year, half of us were gone. Now, three years from the first outbreak we don’t know how many people are still alive, there’s no longer news reporters or doctors around to report the status of our country. Most uninfected people who are still out there don’t surface much, only long enough to find food or medical supplies. Most infected people that are still alive aren’t hard to miss, and usually only last long enough to keep the disease alive.

After the initial outbreak, many groups started to form throughout communities, people supporting each other and protecting one another. Most would do weekly supply runs, and teach members of their groups to use weapons in order to look after each other. The whole system actually worked out well, until an outbreak would reach their basecamp and wipe out every last member. At least that’s what happened to my group.

Our dysfunctional group was thrown together about three weeks after the original outbreak. Located just north of New Orleans, a pastor in our small town threw together a group of about 25 us, operating out of his church. We worked together to send out teams to stock up on food, weapons, and other basic necessities. We converted the basement in to our general sleeping spaces. Old, stained mattress covering the ground, piles of blankets and pillows skewed around. We didn’t sleep much, most of us too anxious to get more than a few hours, but we managed. The whole routine with the group worked decently for about three months, until a young boy, Jimmy, came back from a food haul with a rancid looking bite mark on his neck. The minute I saw the wound, oozing with blood that was probably already infected, I raced out of that town. One thing I learned about the Croatoan virus was once one person got infected, everyone is gonna get infected, it doesn’t spare anyone.

After I left that group, I started travelling on my own, remaining in Louisiana, staying in old elementary schools or abandoned houses. I’m currently hiding out in an old gas station in northern Louisiana, which will soon lead me to the people who will forever change my life.

It was a warm day, the air thick with humidity, bugs swarming everywhere, a typical southern day. I had decided that morning it was time for me to move again, I was hoping to make it toward the east coast. My plan was to make it across seas to Europe, but it was incredibly difficult to do as all other countries around the world sealed their borders to the US. A couple weeks ago I heard a whisper from people I had passed by about a group who has been sending survivors on a boat over to some island near Spain. I just needed to make it over to the Carolinas and I would be set, but it would be quite a hike.

I rolled up my makeshift bed, my army jacket and a couple of shaggy blankets, shoving them into my backpack. I stuffed in a couple of water bottles and a box of granola bars from the supply shelf to my left, then I zipped it up and headed on my way. I was using a map I snagged off of a man I killed about two weeks ago, I didn’t exactly know how to read it, but I figured out enough to direct me east. Following worn down street signs and the direction of the sun, I made my way to the coast.

I had been hiking for about six hours as far as I could tell, so I decided it was time to stop for a lunch break. I noticed a Walmart across the street, and headed inside. I slipped in through the automatic doors, which were jammed open, and headed back to the grocery aisle. I was staring at a half empty shelf of canned soups, beans, and rices when I heard a soft crash from behind me. I felt my muscles immediately tense up, and I gripped my gun tighter as I headed toward the registers to find out who had joined me. Gun aimed and ready to fire, I stepped out from behind the shelf and pointed my gun toward my potential attacker. I was shocked, and a little scared to see two tall men standing behind the barrel of my gun.

-Dean’s POV-

Sammy and I had been hiking for about a day and half without eating anything but a granola bar and a pack of jerky. We were both dragging, we both needed a hot meal and a long nap, and probably a shower too. We weren’t exactly sure of our location, Sam guessed we were somewhere in eastern Louisiana, but we didn’t know the exact location. We were passing through an empty town when I spotted our holy grail, a Walmart on the corner of the street. We decided to stock up for the next couple of days as we headed toward Georgia to track down a demon that could supposedly give us more information about the Croatoan virus. As we entered the store, and headed toward the grocery aisle, we met an unfriendly looking visitor.

She appeared from around the soup aisle just seconds after Sam knocked an old box of cereal off of its display shelf. She was short, with a very, very small frame, but the sheer look of determination on her face made up for her small figure. She had long, thick hair that was pulled back into a disheveled looking ponytail. Dirt smeared on her face, skin dampened with sweat from the humidity, eyes full of what was probably meant to look like ruthlessness, but I could see the fear there too. Fear that we were infected, or that we wanted to hurt her. She might have been one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen, despite the dirt and grime, and the rifle pointed as us.

“Woah, woah, easy there girlie, we’re not infected and we’re not gonna hurt you,” I said with a nervous laugh. Her eyes darted between the two of us, like she was trying to get a read on us. Her face slackened slightly, but her muscles were still tense and her gun was still aimed right for Sam’s head.

“And why should I believe that?”

“Because you should, ‘nuff said,” I said gruffly, she may be hot, but she was still pointing a gun at my brother’s head. She stared at us for a couple more seconds before letting out a sigh and lowering her gun. “Better.”

“So what’s your guys’ deal anyway?” She asked hoarsely, if she was travelling alone she probably wasn’t used to talking.

“Well I’m Sam, and that’s my brother Dean. We’re survivors, like you, and we’re tracking down a man in Georgia, we just stopped for some lunch,” Sam explained calmly, as I took in her reaction as he spoke. She didn’t trust us, but she still tolerated our presence for some reason, something about us gave her a reason not to shoot us both and take our supplies.

“Well, I’m Y/n. Now that I know you’re not going to shoot me I’ll just grab my food and go,” she rasped out before turning to head back to the food aisle.

“Hey, hey, wait!” I said, running after her, “You’re gonna leave just like that?”

When she ignored me I grabbed her elbow and spun her around to face me, only to be met with a rifle pressed against my sternum. Damn she was a fiesty one.

“On second thought, maybe I will shoot you guys,” she snapped, a look of ferocity in her eyes I’ve rarely seen throughout my lifetime. She must have been through some stuff to be this vicious and untrusting. But something about her made me not want to let her just walk away from us.

-Reader’s POV-

As the stranger’s hand firmly gripped my elbow, I pressed my gun to his chest, staring him down. It was hard to keep a straight face as I looked into his eccentric eyes, somehow bright and curious even  in this time of war. I don’t how someone could still have that look in their eyes, after everything this country has gone through, and I think that’s what intrigued me about the man. Just when I was about to break the silence, he gripped the end of my gun, and spun it around, flipping me around so my back was pressed against his front, and his arms were wrapped around my body, holding me in place. I squirmed against him, but it was useless, he was too strong.

“What do you want?” I shot at him in frustration, I wasn’t used to so much human interaction and I was started to get irritated from hunger.

“I’m just gonna need you to calm down, and put the gun away sweetheart. No one’s shooting anyone here,” he whispered into my ear. I rolled my eyes at the pet name, but stopped struggling against him in defeat. As he felt my body relax he released me, and I strapped my gun back over my chest as I turned to face him and his brother.

“Y/n, we can help you get to wherever you’re headed to, there’s strength in numbers,” the taller one, Sam I think, said softly. He was definitely the peacemaker of he pair, and much more tame than his brother.

“I don’t work in groups,” I said instantly, thinking back to my past history working with others, it was well, tragic. Sam nodded in understanding, but Dean just stared me down, face hard and questioning.

“Yeah cut the crap princess. We get it you’re tuff and you’ve been through some shit, but we all have. Now you know it’s safer for you to work with us, I can see it in your face, so now let’s just move this show along and go,” Dean spat at me. I almost flinched at his words, but refused to let myself do anything more than just blink at him. I knew he was right, but now more than ever I wanted to leave them. My logical side was beating my stubborness though, and I knew I would be better off with the pair.

“Fine, but I’m headed to South Carolina, so we part ways in Georgia whenever you guys find this man you were talking about,” I said with a sigh. I either just made the best or the worst decision of my life.

“Let’s stock up and head out then,” Dean said with a smirk.

After filling our bags with cans of assorted soups, beans, and energy bars, we left the store, heading on our way. We hiked for about four more hours before we decided to find somewhere to set up camp for the night.

“You know, you can talk to us, we don’t need to completely ignore each other. Especially if we have a week’s hike ahead of us,” Dean said as he approached my side, falling in step with my smooth stride.

“Ask away then,” I responded bitterly. I decided in order to not get attached to these men I would interact with them as little as possible, the less words spoken the better in my opinion.

“Why don’t you trust people?”

I snorted at the blatant question, he really wanted to dive straight into the deep stuff. “I guess ever since the original outbreak, I found that most people I learned to trust either died on me or turned their backs when things got rough. I learned it’s easier just to be a one man show and do things my way.”

“Yeah, I hear ya on that one,” Dean said with a humorless chuckle. We were now waiting outside an old house as Sam scoped out the inside for any unwanted visitors. “Ok, now you get to ask me a question.”

“Who is the man you guys are tracking down?”

“He uh, he’s an old friend. Someone who we’ve been wanting to get in touch with for awhile,” Dean explained flatly, looking toward the dilapidated house as he spoke.

“I know that’s not the whole truth, but I’ll let is slide anyway,” I shot back, exposing Dean’s obvious lie. I would’ve asked him what the truth was if Sam hadn’t motioned for us to enter.

The inside of the house was cozy, a quiet little home, but clearly damaged from the last couple of years. The floors were slick from the dampness in the air, the furniture was worn out and ripped in some places, and the kitchen was completely torn apart. Old cereal boxes strewn about, cans and wrappers tossed everywhere, good thing we brought our own food.

“It’s getting late, we could start up the fire place for some light and then try to catch some Zs,” Dean said as he took in our new surroundings. Sam nodded his approval, keeping to his quiet demeanor.

“Perfect, I’ll go get some firewood,” I said cheerfully, suddenly excited by the prospect of sleep.

“Not by yourself you won’t, I’ll help you while Sam gets some beds made up.”

I rolled my eyes, but accepted the help as it was almost completely dark out now. Dean and I headed through the fenced in backyard and to the trees beyond in order to grab some kindling for the night. Dean headed toward the neighbors yard, claiming he spotted some old wood fencing, and I head deeper into the trees to find smaller twigs and branches. My hands were full with little broken branches and sticks, when I heard a rustling from behind me. I assumed it was Dean coming to get me, but I quickly learned I was wrong. A pair of strong arms grabbed me from behind, wrapping around my torso so I couldn’t reach my gun, causing me to drop my collection of firewood. I struggled against my attacker, but like Dean, he was much stronger than me.

“Dean! Dean, I need help,” I cried out, hoping I wouldn’t get killed for it. I heard heavy footsteps running toward us, snapping branches and rustling leaves as he approached.

“Shit,” was all Dean said as he saw the situation before him.

-Dean’s POV-

I saw Y/n writhing against the man who was wrapped around her, struggling to get out of his grip, but it was no use, she was too small.

“Hey pal, any chance you wanna release my friend there?” I asked tentatively, hoping this man wasn’t infected.

“Funny, Dean Winchester.” I perked up at the sound of my name, muscles instantly tensing as I reached for the pistol in my back pocket. “Manny sent me, he heard that you and your brother were looking for him, and he highly suggests that you stop. But, now that you found the girl, you might be of more interest to him.”

“What do you want with me?” Y/n yelled in frustration, panic starting to creep into her eyes at the mention of her.

“You should know how valuable you are,” the grimey man said with a chuckle. I was confused by what he was implying. Was there something Y/n hadn’t told us about herself? The look of pure terror on her face told me otherwise, she didn’t know what these people wanted with her, but the problem was neither did I.

“Look buddy just hand her over and no one has to get hurt,” I practically growled. I didn’t know what he was planning on doing with her here, and I was starting to panic, when I saw the flash of silver in Y/n’s hands. With her limited mobility she drove the blade into the man’s thigh, causing him to cry out and release her long enough for her to scramble away. Before I could rush over to her, he pounced on top of her, tackling her to the mossy ground. With one hand pinned on her throat, crushing her airway, and the other hand pointing a gun at me I was frozen in place. My mind was racing to find someway to help her, but that damned gun was aimed straight for my heart.

“Clearly you guys don’t what this bitch can do, so let me show you,” the man said, voice full of amusement. I watched in horror as he lowered the gun just long enough to swing it across her face. She cried out in pain as it made contact, drawing blood with the laceration it left. I finally realized what he was doing as he reached down and dipped his hand into his wound before smearing it all over the fresh wound on her face. She screamed in horror as she realized what was happening, while the infected man just laughed at her.

His laughter was cut off by the ringing of the gunshot that was fired straight through his forehead. I had noticed Sam approach about thirty seconds prior to the blood sharing, but he fired too late. Now Y/n laid on the ground sobbing in terror as the virus flowed through her veins, and there was nothing I could do to help her.

[rnainframe]

every! single! one!

can you tell my mood dropped hard like halfway through

angel; do you have a nickname?at the moment lars is pretty much just a nickname because my mom won’t let me get a name change

awe; how old are you?19!

baby; favorite color?red!

bloop; spirit animal?that’s not a very good term iirc but i guess wolf?

blossom; favorite book/movie/song?book: wolves of the beyond is very near and dear to memovie: the world’s end, the thing 1982, the incredibles, deadpoolsong: i have... so many

blush; what was your stuffed animal as a child?

her name is baby, she’s dressed up, and i still sleep with her to this day,

breeze; most precious childhood memory?sitting behind my dad and watching as he plays games on the psx and gamegear, i mainly remember ristar and sonic on the gamegear and silent hill on the psx

bright; mermaids or fairies?both!!!

bubbles; do you have a best friend?@aceiou @gruvu

buttercup; showers or baths?showers, submerging my body freaks me out

butterfly; dream destination?a road trip to visit all my frands

buttons; are you religious or spiritual?spiritual, mainly superstitious

calm; favorite scent?a kind of cologne my dad used to wear

candlelight; what did you dream about last night?my brain reminding me of my deep-seated desire to reconnect with an asshole i used to crush on despite me wanting to bury it for good

charming; have you ever been in love?yes

cozy; eye/hair color?i think the name of my hair color is light ash brown? people confuse me for ginger and blond though somehow

cuddly; what’s your favorite time period?80s/90s, also the aesthetics of the 20s~50s

cupcake; favorite flower/plant?succulents, roses, lilies

cute; what did you get on your last birthday?clothes, something useless from my sister, a panic attack

cutie pie; most precious item you own?baby, my phone, my sketchbook, a paw print from sadie the people that put her to sleep sent us

cutsie; what makes you happy?i’m too numb rn to really know

daisies; describe a moment when you felt free.i think the last time i got to go anywhere with friends and without my mom involved was last summer

daydream; how do you want to be remembered?like my dad, where people try to remember him fondly while ignoring the glaring bad shit about him, hhhH

daylight; favorite album of all time?smoke + mirrors from imagine dragons, in silico from pendulum, no culture from mother mother

dear; zodiac sign?sagittarius on the traditional zodiac, ophiuchus on the updated zodiac, my animal is the rabbit

delightful; concerts or museums?museums, concerts get me overloaded unless it’s a band i really like

dimples; have you ever written a letter?yeah

dobby; dream job?i don’t know anymore

doll; how do you like to dress?comfortably, ideally masculine

dovey; any paranormal/magical experiences?my dad haunts my house

dreams; do you want or have any tattoos?i wanna get either an eye coming out of my shoulder of a shamrock in memory of my dad, something simple and space (and/or wolf) related in white ink, uhhhhmaybe the pokemon league symbol somewhere

drizzle; do you believe in aliens?they’re out there

euphoric; talk about someone you love.ace is adorable!!!! i love them so much, their voice, their face, their fashion, their art, their writing!!!!!!

fairy; do you have a pet?ginger morkie named rusty, i wanna get another lab sometime

fluffy; ocean or mountain?mountain

forever; where do you feel time stop?sitting outside at night when it’s snowy, it’s so quiet and magical feeling

froglet; are you a good plant owner?unfortunately no

garden; how many languages do you know?one, trying to learn german or danish or irish

gem; who are your favorite tumblrs?aceiou, gruvu, bunjywunjy, bogleech, weirdmarioenemies, uuhhhh

giggles; what is your aesthetic of choice?either space or red+black glitch stuff

glittery; do you like anons? why/why not?when they’re nice

glow; list the top 5 things you like about yourselftoo numb for that rn

heart; silk or lace?silk feels nice to touch but i wouldn’t wear either

honey; coffee or tea? how do you take it?coffee, cappuccino mixed w/ hot chocolate and a lot of creamertea, raspberry or peach iced tea

hugsy; do you enjoy people watching or bird watching more? why?birds don’t judge you

hunnybunch; what sounds help you sleep?white noise - the sound of a fan, the sound of rain, etc

jewel; what’s your favorite kind of weather?rain, especially stormy

jiggly; what do you usually like to do on weekends?every day is a weekend. i have no life. i am rotting

joy; do you laugh loudly or giggle more?i wheeze or silently laugh. i used to have an ugly loud laugh

kinky; do you blush easily?i blush when embarrassed or crying

kisses; what romantic cliché do you wish for most?spending every moment loving on the person i’m with, every day being like the first day we met

kitty; what’s your favorite time of the day?sunset to night

ladybug; what’s your favorite artist to listen to when you’re sad?mother mother

love; what is your favorite season and why?autumn. it’s not as depressing as summer

lovey; what is your favorite flavor of macaron and ice cream?i’ve never had macarons, but i love bunny tracks and peanut butter cup and bear creek caramel and

magic; what are five flaws you have?you think i can narrow it down to just five

moonlight; do you prefer soft pastels, warm neutrals, or cool darks?warm pastels, warm neutrals, warm and cool darks

munchkin; what do you look for in your significant other?idk but i got it

paddywack; how would you describe a perfect date?wandering around mainstreet and old town st charles, eating at rt weilers, getting ice cream at riverside sweets, then having sodas from the old soda shoppe, ideally in autumn

pebbles; how do you spend free time by yourself?sleeping, wasting away on the internet, the likes

precious; what is something valuable that you learned in your life?don’t get attached, everything will go bad someday

pretty; do you like to cook or bake more?baking is easier but i feel more in control when cooking

prince; how would you describe your handwriting?horrible, illegible

princess; do you play any instruments? if not, are there any you wish you could play?i used to play the recorder, then the flutei want to learn the guitar but i’m so bad at it that when trying to tune a very expensive guitar i got as a gift when i still had passion for it i broke a string

prinky; how do you relieve stress?i don’t

pumpkin; what is your favourite kind of fruit/vegetable?strawberries, raspberries, bananas, pomegranates, pickles, broccoli, tomatoes, pumpkins

rainbow; what was the last line of the last book you read?i can’t focus on reading anymore

roses; what is the most significant event in your life so far?my dad’s death.

smile; what is one thing that has greatly affected you?my dad’s death.

shine; art or music?i’m not good enough at art to deserve picking it, and i’m an audiophile (not! a! fetish!), so

shimmer; do animals tend to like you?i get too rough without realizing it. rusty probably doesn’t like me. he just licks me and sleeps by me whenever he doesn’t have my mom to love on.

smitten; do you collect anything?bottle caps, can tabs, pokemon merch, empty pill bottles

smoochies; how many pillows do you sleep with?four at the head of my bed (two go unused), one plain blue body pillow to hold, like five other pillows to add pressure to my legs

snuggle; what is your favourite candy?peppermint kisses

snuggly; do you have a camera? if so, what kind?phone

sparkle; do you wear jewelry?i used to wear necklaces all the time. they all break because of how i stim with them. my mom doesn’t trust anything around my neck anymore

spooky; sunrise or sunset?sunset

sprinkles; do you like to listen to music with headphones or no headphones?headphones

starlight; what was your favourite show as a child?crashbox, digimon, power rangers, pokemon, total drama

soft; describe your favourite spot in your house.my room. 

soothe; digital or vinyl?digital

squeezed; who do you miss right now?read over some of the questions and ask me again

sugary; what traits do you value most in friends?can i trust you

sunshine; do you prefer for things to be practical or aesthetically pleasing?both

sweet; do you find it easy to open up?too easy

sweetie; do you like kids? if so, do you ever want to have any?they are sensory nightmares

thimble; is there somebody you look up to? who are they?edd gould is dead

toot; what is something you find unique about yourself?my ability to get completely numb over the dumbest bullshit

tootsie; what kind of friend are you?a bad one

treasure; what was something that made you smile today?nothing so far

velvet; are you an early bird or a night owl?night owl

whiffle; if you could have a magical power, what would it be?shapeshifting or invisibility or mind reading

whimsical; do you prefer doing stuff at home or going out?ideally i wanna go out but only if i trust whoever i’m with to understand that i burn out fast anymore

whiskers; do you usually wear makeup?no

wiggly; are you a messy or tidy person?i obsessively organize things but am very messy

wispy; do you like the place where you grew up? do you think you will live there when you get older?i have no choice, i legally own the house i’m in now. i can’t go anywhere without dragging my mom along. i’m trapped

wobbly; have you ever wished upon a star?i wish to have good birthdays. they never come true