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scarletwinterxx · 2 years ago

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dad Jaemin scenario

another fluffy scenario requested, I hope you like it! i was smiling too while writing this 🥺😊 other news, 2 Baddies just came out!!! go stream! let’s give the boys the best cb💚 the whole album is sooo good. my fave track is probably Designer, so watch out.. might make a scenario for that😂

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Jaemin likes to point out the little things your daughter inherited from you: your eyes, your cheeks and your cute nose. Jaemin’s words not yours. But to you, when you look at your little girl and she looks back with that huge smile you oh so love, all you can think about is how much she looks like Jaemin.

It’s one of the many things she got from her dad. She also got her goofiness from him, they really are the best of friends. When Na Heejin was born, Jaemin’s biggest worry was he wasn’t going to feel the same connection you had with her

“She’s been with you for the past nine months, you had a headstart” he grumbles, the two of you are sitting on your bed. Your back resting on a few pillows to support your back while Jaemin lies on the middle of the bed to face your bulging stomach. It’s part of his night routine to talk to her before going to bed.

“You’re her dad”

“She doesn’t know that” you let out a chuckle at his reasoning, looking at Jaemin pouting at your stomach while his finger traces your tummy right at the spot where Heejin’s foot was just kicking.

“She knows your voice, you’ve talked to her every night for the past months. She’ll know you’re her dada” threading your fingers through his hair, giving him some comfort.

That was four years ago and just like you said he was worried for nothing. The moment your daughter was born, they were bestfriends. When Jaemin held Heejin in his for the first time she started to cry like all babies. But then Jaemin started to hush her with his quiet calm voice, it’s like she automatically knew who he was. She knew who that voice belonged to, instantly feeling safe in his arms and falling asleep in no time.

“Appa, noooo. You color it green”

“But lovebug, dolphins aren’t green”

“This one is. That one can be pink and this one blue” Heejin says, handling her father the colors one by one. A proud smile on Jaemin’s face, Heejin already memorized her colors.

“You’re right, they can be whatever color. What about you? Are you done with yours?” he asks his daughter

“Almost, I need to color the sun” she answers, Jaemin looks over her drawing to see her drawing it at the top corner of the paper. Just like you. This again made him smile.

“Jaem! Jin! Dinner’s ready, come down” the two hear your voice call for them

“Shall we surprise mama with our drawings?” he asks her, finishing his own page before looking again at his daughter who is still concentrating on coloring the pink sun.

“There I’m done, mama will like this right?”

“Of course she will, any gift from you is precious” Jaemin pinches Heejin’s cheek earning a whine from the little Na. She then stands up, walking outside the room to go meet you.

Jaemin follows behind, when he gets to the kitchen he sees you crouching down listening to Heejin as she explains her latest artwork.

“And here’s the doplhins, Appa said we’ll see them when we go to the beach”

“Yes you will, but for now let’s put this masterpiece on the fridge door then eat dinner so you can pack your stuff for the trip. How about that?” you tell her, taking the paper from her before giving her a kiss on the cheek.

“Okay, I’ll wash my hands first” Heejin answers, skipping towards the sink to do so.

Jaemin walks over to you with a fond smile on his face,

“What?” you ask him

“Nothing”

“Then why are you smiling like that?”

“Did you see the sun on her drawing? She even draws it on the same spot like you” he teases you, pulling you in for a quick side hug and a kiss on the forehead before walking towards the stove to prepare dinner

“Where else would you put it? That’s just a standard you know, didn’t you do that when you were a child?” you ask him

“I drew it on the center”

“Why did I even ask, you’ve always been different”

“I think the word is weird but thank you for thinking that” you laugh at his words, leaning over to kiss him on the cheek, then you hear a tiny voice from behind you

“Mommm, I’m hungry”

“Heejin-ah, what did mama say when you want something you say...”

“Mama can I please have some food?” she flashes you a big smile

“Here’s the food, now what do we say” Jaemin says, taking the vacant seat beside you

“Thank you for the food, mama”

“You’re welcome baby. Go, I made it for you” you tell her, watching her enjoy the first bite. You and Jaemin watch her fondly before digging in. Heejin smiles once again, praising your cooking before taking another big bite,

As she smile at you and Jaemin, she’s completely clueless about the fact that she can pretty much get anything she want with just that because let’s be honest Heejin is yours and Jaemin’s world. You’d do anything and everything for her.

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karasuno-volley · 3 years ago

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BAKUGOU KATSUKI + TAKING IT SLOW

pairing : bakugou + gn!reader

warnings : none, i think. let me know if you need something tagged !

a/n : okay, i admit that i binged mha in like 3 weeks do not @ me. i wanted to write something quick for my fave explosion boy. no manga spoilers bc i’m currently not reading it. haikyuu + requests soon ( also, feel free to request something from mha as well ) !! love, volley.

The city is a constant hum below your apartment’s balcony, the sunlight filtering lazily into your bedroom. On mornings like these, you’re more likely to forget everything. A truck stutters and comes to life, coughing smoke to the air as it takes off down the busy road, and your hands tighten a bit on the railing, your eyes fluttering closed. The sun burns pink and purple and neon, until you open your eyes again, and it stays the bright orange of the early hours.

You hear the sliding door from your bedroom squeak open, and without turning around, you can feel him there. Imposing, silent. Still sleepy from the night before. His arms snake around your waist-- carefully, so as not to interrupt your train of thought, as if you had one at this moment. A sigh falls from your lips as Katsuki’s face becomes buried in the space between neck and shoulder, leaving tiny butterfly-soft kisses up your jaw. He hums against your skin, rough and heavy, tinged with exhaustion. “You should have woken me up.” Bakugou grumbles, and you tilt your head backwards, looking upwards towards the pale blue of another summer morning.

“I’m sorry.” But you aren’t. Both of you know this. And besides, you like the way your fiance cuddles your pillow when you’re not between the sheets with him, back when the room is hot and covered in a tinge of violet light by dawn. The pro-hero continues his kissing trail upwards, finally landing at your lips when you turn your head to greet him. Below the balcony, a car engine starts and drones away down the road. Bakugou pulls away then, but grips your hand as if to make up for the lack of contact, leading you back inside.

You watch as Katsuki heads for the closet, tugging out his costume-- or at least the under-armor portion. The rest -- the more dangerous pieces-- are cautiously stored by the door, under lock and key. You don’t hear him for a while, mind distracted to when you’ve seen him like this before. An abandoned warehouse. A crazed look in his eye. Fire.

“Oi, idiot.” Bakugou’s gripping your shoulders now, forcing eye contact. He has not been loud with you in the weeks since then, and doesn’t yell much either, except for maybe when on the job and in front of his agency’s heroes. You’ve seen him then, of course. Hair spiked and arms crossed and a permanent scowl etched across his features. It’s an odd thing to compare him to these slow mornings, with softer hair (though still a bit pointed) and tired eyes, a frown that is genuinely concerned rather than openly upset or angry. “Hey, are you good? I asked if you wanted to go for breakfast or something, since I’m taking the morning off. Go get ready, and I’ll meet you by the door.”

Two hours later, as the pair of you exit the tiny cafe, Katsuki stops short, tugging out his phone. You pause with him. “What are you doing?”

“Calling one of my interns.”

“Okay, why?”

You shift your weight from one leg to the other, watching a few more people pause and stare at the number two hero. You step a bit closer to him, and sensing your unease, his gloved hand grabs your own, still warm as always. “He’s gonna meet us here to take you home.”

“Katsuki, we’re just a few blocks away. I can walk, it’s really not that big of a deal.”

The way he glances at you-- eyes hard and nearly on fire-- catches you off-guard. He’s still on edge. You don’t want to admit it, but you are, too. “You’re not going to argue with me on this, idiot.” A few more cars pass, a group of schoolkids pause their game of tag to carefully weave around you two. Ten minutes later, a kid in a light blue costume arrives. Undoubtedly a UA student who can’t be more than sixteen or seventeen. “You know where you’re going, right?” Bakugou’s voice is as harsh as always, though deeper than his high school days. The kid jumps slightly, nods. “Yes, sir.”

Katsuki squeezes your hand a bit. “Alright, I’m leaving. When you’re done, you go right to the agency. No stops. I’ll be waiting.” The boy nods again, clearly a little nervous. You watch as the pro-hero makes his way down the sidewalk, cutting a path through the groups of people there. The sun reaches higher into the sky, and when you close your eyes again, all you see is orange and red and yellow-- the colors spin until they blend together into something that is all too familiar and comforting.

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thedumpsterqueen · 4 years ago

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Standards of Performance

Here it is!!!!! First chapter of my first fic on my new AO3! This is a multi-chapter, slow burn work. Please let me know what you think, I welcome screaming and incoherent asks about our fave special agent in my inbox. Full text under the cut, or you can find it through the AO3 link below.

AO3 link

Summary: You're the BAU's newest intern, desperate to prove yourself amongst an established team of much more experienced profilers. Agent Hotchner, the seemingly infallible team leader, sets strict expectations for your performance. He commands your respect without even trying, but is there something more to your relationship than a simple desire to impress your stony-faced boss?

Chapter: 1, Coffee Stains and Neckties

Words: 2388

Rating: Explicit, 18+

Pairings: Hotch x Reader, Hotch x You

Warnings: Not much for this chapter specifically, but let’s just assume general gore and murder stuff, explicit language, and sexual content are fair game form here on out.

Enjoy! I’ll try to update weekly, if not more often. I’ll let you know when I have a more defined schedule!

“Fucking SHIT!”

You cursed as you felt the (very, very) hot coffee soak your new skirt. Grabbing as many paper towels as you could with one hand, you tried to sop up the mess on the floor. The stain on your outfit? A shame, but nothing compared to marring the assuredly expensive cream color of the BAU’s breakroom carpet.

A low chuckle sounded off behind you, and you froze.

For the love of god, please don’t be…

“Morgan! Please tell me you have carpet cleaner, oh my god. I don’t even know how that happened.”

Morgan grinned, as he typically did, sauntering into the breakroom with his hands in his pockets. “Don’t worry ‘bout it, the janitor's got it later. I was looking for you, team meeting in five. You all good? You look a little - ” he paused, probably searching for a descriptor that wouldn’t sting too bad, “ - rushed.”

You stood up, sighing. He was right, after all. You had stayed up late last night poring over psychology textbooks and only just woken up in time to leave your apartment. As the BAU’s newest profiling intern - whatever the hell that actually meant - the pressure of performing to seasoned profilers’ standards manifested in spending practically all your free time buried in research. Hence why your hair was coated in unbelievable amounts of dry shampoo, you were wearing your unflatteringly oversized glasses instead of your usual contacts, and why your frantic attempt at pouring yourself a cup of coffee when you got into work had resulted in the giant wet spot currently soaking your skirt.

At least the skirt was black.

“You’re right. Late night,” you said, rolling your eyes at Morgan’s suggestive eyebrow waggle.

“Not like that, I wish. Just trying to catch up. Don’t really want to repeat last week’s disaster,” you mumbled, referring to the first time you actually got to question a suspect, which had ended up with a wad of saliva hawked in your face. It was only your third week in the position, but damn, if that hadn’t let the wind out of your sails a bit.

“Hey, what did I tell you then?” Morgan asked, as you walked out of the breakroom together. “You’re not a true profiler until you get assaulted by a serial killer!”

“I’m not a true profiler until I finish the year long training program,” you pointed out, “so I think I could do without the spit in the meantime.”

Morgan laughed, opening the door of the team’s briefing room for you. “Well if we’d known you were gonna be so picky, we might have gone with someone else.”

“Who’s picky?” asked Emily, looking up from her seat.

While Morgan laughed and launched into a dramatic retelling of the event as if the entire team hadn’t already fucking seen it in real time, you took your seat at the table. Reid nodded in acknowledgment, and you returned it with a small smile. Damn if he wasn’t handsome, and ridiculously smart to boot, but you were pretty sure your chances with him withered and died when you asked him what he was doing after work last Friday and he answered with, “Reading.” Point taken.

Hotch swiveled in his chair to face the table and you suddenly became acutely aware of how much of a mess you probably looked. It’s not that you cared about his opinion regarding your general appearance beyond the basic standard of professional attire, but his always-intense gaze and stony expression had a way of making you second guess even your most confidently held opinions.

“Sit,” he said, his voice cutting through the rest of the team’s animated chatter.

It would have been hard not to notice how quickly they obliged, not out of fear, but rather a respect and deference so deeply ingrained that it almost gave you goosebumps. You’d never thought of yourself as a follower, per say, but if Hotch was what a leader looked like, you certainly didn’t fit into that category either.

He scanned the table, stopping on you. “New glasses?” he asked, with a single, slightly raised eyebrow.

“I, um, not really, just didn’t have time to put my contacts in,” you stammered.

“Hm,” Hotch said, “They look nice.”

Your cheeks suddenly felt hot, and you thanked him quickly, looking down at your shoes to conceal the pink that was probably spreading across your face. Hotch had a way of speaking that made everything he said sound like the absolute truth, which was probably why such an innocuous little compliment had disarmed you so much.

Still though, jesus christ. Get it the fuck together. You’re not Reid; you’re not smart enough to be this awkward.

Hotch, blessedly ignoring how painful you just made that interaction, addressed the team while JJ passed out files. “We have a new case. Three bodies, all found completely drained of blood in various woods, off hiking trails. Cause of death appears to be blood loss from severed carotid arteries, meaning they were likely strung up and drained before being moved to where they were discovered.”

Reid spoke up first. “Erm, what exactly do you mean by various woods?”

“That’s the unusual thing,” Hotch said, pulling up a map of the southwestern United States on the screen behind him. "Each body was found in a different state, one here, one here, and one here,” pointing to spots in California, Arizona, and Nevada. “However, local police discovered the bodies within hours of each other due to anonymous tip offs, and medical examiners estimate approximately the same time of death for all three.”

Morgan whistled lowly. “So what you’re saying is, this guy kills three victims around the same time and takes a road trip to hide their bodies in places he knows won't be discovered until he calls in.”

“That’s how it appears, yes,” Hotch confirmed.

Rossi shook his head, twirling a pen that probably cost more than your entire wardrobe. “So, how are we splitting this up?”

You whipped your head in his direction. Splitting up? Of course, you should have known it’d only make sense considering the ground to be covered, but your quick mental calculations told you that there were six of them, evenly split into three groups of two, and one odd man out, both in skill and number - you.

“So, who’s getting stuck with me?” you asked, trying to beat everyone to the punch. Not that any of them would voice it, but if you couldn’t project confidence, you figured self-awareness would do.

When you entered the internship as a recent college grad around a month ago, you knew you’d be in way over your head. Everyone else on the team was a seasoned expert, and you were a 20-something with a degree in psychology who somehow managed to charm her way through the interviews of the BAU’s flagship internship program. It’s not that you weren’t smart, you were, of course, but comparatively? You were pretty sure this was shaping up to be a glorified babysitting program, and you were the baby.

“Oh, hush,” JJ said, smiling and shaking her head. You smiled back. JJ had gone out of her way to make you feel welcome, which you were unspeakably grateful for. Between her and Morgan, you sometimes felt like maybe when this year was done, you could actually belong on this team.

Hotch interrupted your pity party. “Rossi, you’re with Reid in Phoenix. JJ and Emily, you’re going to Vegas. Morgan, you and I are going to San Diego.”

He turned to you. “You’re coming with me.”

Your stomach flipped at his words. You knew he had the most to teach you, and you could observe him coordinating the entire investigation from San Diego, but the idea of your performance being directly scrutinized by your boss in such a small group made you more nauseous than excited.

“Please be aware,” he continued, “Garcia is going to have to deal with three times the inquiries as normal. I recommend you only contact her if the information you’re searching for is genuinely too difficult to find yourself.” He gave Morgan a pointed look, to which Morgan raised his hands in mock surrender, grinning.

“We’ll drop teams off as we go,” Hotch said. “Wheels up in thirty.”

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As you settled into your seat on the plane, your mind spun, trying to review every piece of psychology knowledge you’d ever encountered. This wasn’t your first case, but it was the first one you got to travel for, which made it feel much more real.

The hours ticked by as the team reviewed the case. You contributed - not much, and nothing they wouldn’t have thought of without you - but it was something. Narcissist, craves attention and spotlight, physically confident enough to detain and murder three women at the same time. The method was throwing the team for a loop, however. Bleeding the victims out was clinical, relatively painless - uncharacteristic of the sexual injuries found on the corpses and the bravado with which the killer executed the rest of the crime.

When you, Hotch, and Morgan trudged off the plane in San Diego, you had been going at the potential profile for hours and even Morgan’s patience was wearing thin.

“Look, Hotch, let’s hold off on speculation until we see the crime scene in person, alright?”

Hotch nodded, and took that as a cue to head straight to the crime scene. You groaned internally - having barely showered this morning and spent half the day on a plane, your greasy hair and coffee-stained skirt would have greatly benefited from a stop at the hotel to freshen up.

It’s not like you have to look good to go stare at a patch of dirt where a dead body used to to be though, right?

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Turns out the aforementioned patch of dirt was actually a wooded grove off a hiking trail leading to a nude beach, much to Morgan’s delight. The site itself was uninteresting except for the way the body had been buried - covered up very securely, implying remorse, another characteristic that didn’t make sense with the initial profile.

This commonality between all three crime scenes was hotly debated on the video conference between the entire team when you got back to the hotel. Cross legged on the bed in Hotch’s hotel room, you listened to Reid and Rossi snipe back and forth on the laptop about what the burial method could mean for ten-plus minutes (“It’s clearly just a functional tool to properly hide the body, Reid.” “But you don’t know that, the significance of burial practices can tell us so much more beyond function, it can even tell us about his religious upbringing…”) before Hotch put a stop to it.

“What do you think?” Hotch asked you, turning and looking directly into your gaze. You were suddenly hyperware of the proximity between you two - sitting close enough on the edge of the bed that your thighs were almost touching. Morgan had abandoned his position on the other side of you to stretch out in the armchair by the window halfway through Rossi and Reid’s debate. Hotch’s eyes boring into yours from only a few feet away and the expectant silence of the other team members on the video call spiked your heart rate, and you took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself.

“I… agree with Dr. Reid. I think it means something. The position of the hands, they were crossed across the chest, right? He didn’t need to do that. I don’t know if it means he was remorseful, but it was on purpose. I think.”

Hotch nodded, not breaking eye contact. “Good. Let's move forward with that theory.” He turned back to the laptop. “Let me know how interviews with the loved ones go tomorrow. Let’s find the connection between the victims. Call me if you need anything.” After shutting the laptop, he turned to you and Morgan. “Let’s call it for tonight. Meet me in the lobby at 7 tomorrow.”

Having been excused, you and Morgan made your way to your hotel rooms next to Hotch’s. Morgan wished you goodnight, and you unlocked your door and practically sprinted into your shower.

After you got out, you looked around the room, towel drying your hair. It was nice, much nicer than anywhere you’d ever stayed. The abstract art on the walls and the modern, clean white lines of the furniture were lit by the soft glow of the sunset filtering through the sliding glass doors leading to the balcony overlooking the ocean. You poured yourself a glass of wine from the minibar (a reimbursable travel expense, right?) and stepped onto the balcony, breathing in the ocean air.

“Nice night, hm?”

You jumped, nearly spilling your drink down your front for the second time in less than 24 hours. Hotch was sitting in a chair on his balcony to the left of yours, reclining with his hands behind his head. Despite wearing nothing but your thin hotel robe, you felt the urge to avert your eyes from him. His suit jacket was shucked, tie undone and hanging around his neck, and the top two buttons of his white, collared shirt were unbuttoned. You felt like you were seeing something you shouldn’t have, like the cold stoniness of his exterior had shifted just slightly and allowed you a glimpse underneath.

It’s just a couple buttons, calm down. You’re the one who’s barely clothed in front of your fucking boss.

“It is. Shame we can’t go to the beach,” you replied, keeping your eyes forward.

Oh my god, three women were murdered and I just complained to my boss about not being able to go to the beach.

“You’re welcome to get up early and go tomorrow; might be a bit cold,” Hotch replied. You could tell from his voice he was smiling.

You mumbled in affirmation, continuing to avoid glancing in his direction. “Well, I just wanted to see the view, um, I’m gonna get to bed. Goodnight, Agent Hotchner!” You ducked back into your room, and you could have sworn you heard him chuckle before you slid the door shut.

After getting ready, beating yourself up mentally for your complete social incompetence, and tucking in under the plush, white duvet, you drifted off to sleep.

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theshy1sout · 4 years ago

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Inseparable - Chapter 11

Tags: Not Rated, Slow Burn Fluff, Broppy, Trolls Mythology Au

Ao3 is here

Notes: Ok, so in the last chapter were some plot holes or more like understatements, but let me work on them later. There're many chapters before us, there will be a time for fixing them, but now, back to some fluff :3

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It's time. Poppy is bouncing with excitement, the huge grin doesn't leave her fave. She's all happy. She's all one ticking bomb waiting to explode.

- I'm scared now - Branch chuckles, watching as she's almost dancing. - What is this surprise? Is this something erupting from the ground or... How big is it?

The goddess giggles with genuine joy in her melody voice. She looks at him with sparks of thrill in her eyes.

- Bigger than you thought! - She beams. And then she reaches for the Staff. - Calm down, it would be great!

- I hope so - He throws, twisting his face. He hesitates to give her the Staff. - I know it’s ridiculous, but I'm really stressed, this is overwhelming, you don’t have to...

- Nah nah nah, shhh - She puts her finger on his mouth, making him freeze. She looks deep into his eyes, and says slowly with a calm, quiet voice: - It won't kill you, ok? It's a surprise. A gift. All you have to do is just follow me and watch. Easy?

The god blinks when her finger lets go of his lips. He takes a deep breath, keeping his eyes on her.

- Easy - He breathes out, nodding slightly.

She smirks at him and finally grabs the Staff of the Light, taking it from his hands. The world slowly fills with shades of red and pink, birds start their welcoming-the-day serenades. Branch gazes tense at the sky, waiting for a huge loud explosion or something like that.

- Where should I look? - He asks.

- Just sit here and wait - Poppy says. She starts opening flowers' cups on the meadow. - And watch the sky. It will come slowly and smoothly, the first part hasn't got a big entrance or something.

- The first part? - Branch chuckles. - Maybe I shouldn't have asked how big it is, but how long it is.

The goddess of the Day smiles, not stopping her work. The blue god knows he is supposed to watch the sky and wait, but it is so easy to be distracted by her.

Poppy gently opens every little or big flower cup. She touches them so carefully to not damage any of the sensitive pedals. The Staff shines gold in her hand, its Light brightens her rose complexion. Her hair looks so soft and majestic in its golden glow. He wonders how it would feel to sink his fingers into it. And her tiny, twinkling freckles... He wishes she would let him count them all, one by one. The touch of her smooth, warm skin was so delightful…

Not like his. His skin is always cold. He all is cold. But when Branch's with her it's not that bad. Especially if she gives him a bit of her warmth... How is she doing that? Her smile makes his heart gets warm, he feels warmth, a real one, inside him, and it's like nothing else in this world, it is something so addicting, he wants more and more of it, but he's scared of asking. It's like a little fire inside him, a little fire that he wants to burn him one day or night, he wants to be burned by this fire and he doesn't know why...

And this pink beautiful lady, this gorgeous brisk woman, this sunshine dancing with the flowers on the meadow, this spotless gold heart and a bright, pure mind, this cute smiley face and two sparkling eyes, she... She's here. With him. She's giving him a gift. She likes him and likes hanging up with him. It is so hard to believe. But it makes him feel so good.

- I told you to look at the sky! - Poppy laughs girlishly and sound. Her cheeks turn red when she notices he's staring at her.

Branch smiles as he feels his face gets warm and probably purple. He used to get shy because of it, but he kinda starts liking it. Like, a lot.

- Guh, you got me! - He chuckles and lifts his arms. - I'm busted at adoring you. What a shame! I should've known that you're not the sky!

The goddess actually blushes even more after those words.

- It's also kinda your fault, you were interrupting the sky - The god smirks. Oh my goodness, maybe this is cruel, but it’s so satisfying to see her like that.

- Stop it! It's you who is supposed to be red right now - She giggles, sitting down next to him with the Staff in her hand.

- Why?

- Just look at the sky, you dork!

He chuckles and listens up. And now he's wondering how he could not notice that. How could he not notice that the whole sky, the whole frickin sky, the whole existing horizon...

Is BLUE.

Blue. Clear beautiful azure. Not milky white as always. But blue. The exact same shade that his eyes have. Blue. Azure blue. He even doesn't notice that his mouth is open wide until Poppy closes it with her hand.

- Now, I should say - She catches his sight and shows him a sweet smile. - How much I like sinking into your beautiful azure eyes.

He has no idea how his face looks right now. His mind just stops working, his sight gets lost somewhere between the sky and Poppy's eyes and smile. He tries to gather his thoughts.

- I... don't know what to say… - He breathes out, after a while.

- You don't have to say anything! Aren't you the god of Silence?

He spits a chuckle.

- I am

- Branch, I just want to show you that... - She looks down a bit shyly. - I adore you as much as you adore me. I... - She sinks her fingers into her hair. - You know, it's this weird, funny feeling...

- Yeah - He smiles at her, grabbing a strand of her hair that falls on her face. He puts it behind her ear and lets his hand stay a bit there. - I know.

She's smiling, but not this huge, wide sunny smile she has when she gets excited, but a little, gentle one, much more similar to the smiles he does, a cute one. His thumb moves slightly through her warm cheek. Her face is so small, his hand cups almost half of it. It is so weird and so enjoyable that she likes it, but he lets go of her face. He lets go, fearing the desire in his chest, the desire to never let go of her warm soft skin.

Poppy's sigh of delight is such a pleasant sound, another thing he can't get enough of.

- Are you ready for the next part? - She lifts her eyebrows with a smirk.

- I don't think so - Branch smiles.

- Well, you have a break now, I have a few things to do, and then the Midday and... you know - She shrugs her shoulders. - Responsibilities. But after that, I'll show you one more thing!

- And I will be following you whole this time like a creepy ghost - He jokes. - Maybe there is something I can help with?

Poppy gets her eyes up and twists her face as she's thinking.

- Well, I can find something for you.

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- After the first part of the surprise - Branch screams to be hearable in the loud sounds of rain. - I've imagined the second one much different than that!

They are wet, they are so wet. But the feeling of uncomfortableness fades with the sweet melody of Poppy's laugh.

- It's kinda prolog of it! - She yells at him. - We have to wait until the end of the rain!

- Yay! What fun! - Branch jumps and waves his hands, pretending that the situation is really enjoyable. The goddess laughs. It is the only reason he's still here in the rain. He raises his arms, tilts his head back, closing his eyes, and roars with displeasure. Cause this is displeasure. He stays like that. He drops his arms, but his face and hair are facing the droplets with all of their wetness. The tepid water is flowing over his whole cold body. The calming hiss is in the whole forest. He feels like the water cleans his mind leaving nothing but the sound of the droplets’ hits and the warmth of the rain.

- Actually - Branch murmurs. - It's quite pleasant.

After a long nice moment, when the rain lets go a bit and becomes a drizzle, the god hears Poppy's voice calling his name.

- Look! - She points at something in the sky.

He glances at it and gasps. There is a big hole in the grey clouds, with a clear, bright azure shining at the Land. And below it... a long translucent colorful ribbon streams from it down to the forest. The seven colors of it are so clear and beautifully illuminating against the background of grey rainy clouds. Mesmerizing bright colors. Wonderfully clear and pure. Strikingly splendid and simply gorgeous like a tender smile. Branch forgets about the world for a minute. He can’t take his eyes off it.

- I called it 'a rainbow' - Poppy says with pride. - It was so hard to design and to make. But Satin and Chenille, you know, the twins' goddesses of Beauty, are two geniuses! They helped me a lot. But sadly, a rainbow appears only in the drizzle. It's made with a mix of tiny droplets and Light. So I asked Trollazart to make it rain today - She chuckles, looking at the wet god. - I'm sorry.

He stares at the rainbow in Silence. She isn't sure if he adores it or gets lost in his thoughts. But the Silence is way longer than ever was.

- Umm, Branch?

His lips vibrate slightly as if he wants to say something, but he hesitates.

- What if - He starts really slowly and now Poppy is sure his mind is somewhere else. - What if we make an endless source of drizzle?

She frowns.

- When water falls into another water from a high height - He explains, showing the thing with his hands. - It makes a drizzle around. So if we create something like... A river falling from a height in the sunny place...

- It will make a drizzle and rainbow in it all the time! - Poppy gasps. She jumps excitedly. - Branch, it's so genius!

- Let's do it right now - He says, looking around to find the nearest river and starts walking quite fast. Poppy runs after him, bouncing slightly with joy. Are they going to make something together? Oh, this day is so fun!

When they arrive at its shore, the rain stops pouring. Poppy puts her hand into the water and calls the god's name. After a few seconds, the navy face, slightly illuminating violet, shows up from the water and two, big eyes gaze at them curiously.

- Hi Synth! - Poppy beams at the smiley god of rivers.

- Hi Pops! Hello Branch! - He cheers. - What's up, my fellows?

- Can you make a river for us? - Branch asks. - We need a river that will be falling from a high height in a sunny place.

- Crazy! - Synth yells. - I like crazy! Come with me!

And he dives into the water, disappearing.

- Umm, Synth? - Poppy calls him once again.

His smiley face immediately shows up from the water. Again.

- Yes?

Branch clears his throat.

- Oh - The river god realizes. - I'm sorry. Let's go on the Land!

And with that saying, he steps on the ground.

- Do you know a place where you would like to see your river? - He beams at them both, putting his hands on his hips.

- I think I know a good place - Poppy replies and shows the direction.

When they come there, well, what to say more, it is a perfect place for their idea! The cliff is in the beautiful, sunny area, wild horses pasture nearby on the steppe. Synth calls the water from the Ocean and after an hour a brand-new river is ready and beautiful, streaming through the field. They call the place where it falls a "waterfall".

- I give this beauty the name "Lora" - Synth announces. - I don't know why, but this river looks exactly like Lora.

- Sure - Branch nods, not getting. - Thank you for creating Lora for us.

- You're welcome! - The god salutes. - If you want something else, you know where to find me! - He throws, diving into the water of the new river.

- Bye! - Poppy waves him goodbye.

- Ok, come here with the Staff of Light - Branch asks her.

The goddess comes close to the waterfall. She feels the fresh drizzle on her face. They both glance at it and gasp happily.

The rainbow appears above the water's surface.

- It's so beautiful! - The god is amazed. She never heard such a swoon in his voice. - I mean, the colors are so clear and vivid...

- Yeah - Poppy smiles.

They stare at it for a long while, just adoring its beauty. At the very same moment when the goddess wants to suggest that maybe they could sit down here and spend a bit of time together, the god jumps up with saying:

- Guh, it's so inspiring. I have a huge idea - Branch turns to her. - Can I keep it as a surprise?

Poppy looks at him kinda confused.

- Well, yes, of course!

- Then, I'm going to make it - He says, walking away.

The goddess of the Day stands very still, close to the waterfall, watching the smaller and smaller silhouette of the god of the Night on the horizon. She imagined that they would be sitting somewhere, talking about anything and just enjoying each others' company, as always. But now? She is just shocked. Only one, simple word, filled with surprise and disappointment, slips from her lips.

- What.

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beautifulterriblequeen · 4 years ago

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Impressions from TTM

Spoilers, spoilers everywhere. Just a big bulleted list of thoughts as I read through the graphic novel. Not a lot of detail included, so it’ll make a lot more sense if you’ve already read it yourself!

looks like Moonshadow elves cross the arms of the dead... when they have a body to bury

it’s nice to see that Rayla imagines Runaan with all his shirts, the way she last saw him

kinda looks like Rayla changed into her jammies right on her bed and dumped her clothes on that little table. maybe she’s afraid of letting the few things she actually possesses out of her sight

listen we get one little panel of Opeli in here and it’s great

Soren’s cape smacking Callum in the face, 10/10

Lujanne’s appearance out of nowhere, along with Allen’s is just adorable, she’s so sparkly. And also she can apparently just turn totally invisible with an illusion spell? Even at a new moon? Probably because of the Nexus I guess

Lujanne’s “Big strong man with big strong feelings.” She and Runaan have exactly the same type and I support them

Allen’s face when Lujanne says it aches to miss Phoe-Phoe

Callum eating off Rayla’s plate and wondering how Lujanne suspected they were a couple, hmmm

Soren and Allen bonding

Rayla warning Lujanne about hand disguises, as if that was something Runaan made very sure she knew

Rayla’s cute chaos grin when Callum’s Aspiro spell goes off is my favorite pic of her in this whole graphic novel

Lujanne’s “Oh.” afterward is my fave pic of her, too, she does not seem to handle reality well!

Bait’s tongue will never get old

Lujanne’s whole speech during Phoe-Phoe’s rebirth ritual is so touching and beautiful, my heart

Lujanne putting the newborn Moon Phoenix into Ezran’s hands, like she knows he’ll have the best connection with her

Callum’s tears as he reminds Rayla that Runaan killed Harrow, he’s trying to move on, but it hurts

Rayla’s self-soothing behavior when she has her second nightmare in the book--she must have these most every night :((((

the big symbol on the Moon Temple doors looks like a stylized Moon staff, like it’s a building for mages

Lujanne saying Rayla might not want or need the truth right after Callum mentions Runaan’s name to her, he sassily asks about her husbands and she turns it into a compliment

Callum’s big reaction to the moon opals is adorable. The only other one he’s seen was part of a pair of treasured gifts between long-time spouses, so it kinda looks like he’s all “uhh we just started dating”

also Ethari must’ve made cute metal swirly covers for the pair he and Runaan wore, since these two are undecorated--maybe he got his from Lujanne?

listen Lujanne is a hoot and all but she’s both an ally and an antagonist. Her actions are trustworthy but her advice is generally terrible. It’s an interesting parallel to how Runaan says a lot with his actions too, but he talks a lot less than Lujanne

Rayla yeeting herself into a fight just to ask Soren for a talk is 10/10 Moonshadow assassin goals

but her hood is up when she’s lurking in the trees--she might not have known where she’d find Soren and was anticipating something less fun on the feels-o-meter

Rayla in the mud again. Soren keeps making people fall in the mud

Allen’s grumpy squiggle

Callum, I love you, but you have no respect for moon opals. It’s like they wronged you in a previous life or something

that dancing elf has very long hair and shoulder pauldrons, and they start off dancing with six kneeling, watching, hooded elves around them--Moon Druids wore hoods even before they were assassins. Considering what Lujanne said about why the portal was sometimes opened, maybe those six kneeling elves are waiting under their emotion-hiding hoods to farewell a loved one who’s recently died?

can’t tell for sure but maybe the elf is dancing along the lines in the stone like they mark patterns for ritual dances, which would be the bomb

Soren and Rayla’s conversation is pretty wrenching. Seeing Soren have to struggle with what he did because it’s tangled up with Viren is rough because as a Crownguard it should just have been his duty to defend his king and he’d have nothing to feel weird about

Rayla dissociating herself from the term “assassins” and Soren dissociating from calling Viren “my father” in the same conversation is 10/10 excellent growth

Soren must know what happens to prisoners his dad gets a hold of, even if he doesn’t know the details :(((

“we captured him” and “Viren took him” seem to be talking about the Crownguard and Viren, not the brodigies and Viren

Rayla having a wooden sword at the end of the day bc she played swordfighting with Allen and Soren all day long

the panel where Rayla doesn’t say anything at all after telling Callum that she asked Soren about Runaan actually says so much, you can hear it

every time Lujanne’s white lies idea gets repeated, things get worse

Allen’s reading glasses, there must be one optician in the human village and he caters to soft kindly gentlemen of a certain age

in the moon phase montage, baby Phoe-Phoe is flying next to Ezran after one week at the Nexus. Maybe he’s paying her back by helping her learn to fly after she helped him teach Zym how to fly! Did they bond as tightly as Ezran did with Zym? I support Ezran just bonding with the most powerful flying creatures in all the land.

the irony of Callum using Lujanne’s tactics against her is amazing, but really the white lies thing is a giant ball of chaos in this story and it does not play favorites

Bait on the stone pillar during rebuilding

all the noises the Moonhenge makes are 10/10

Rayla dancing with Callum even though there’s almost no chance she’s ever done that dance before

Lujanne’s pupils going white, that is a cool effect, what’s it mean?

the black moon in the pink sky is so spooky! Is it just me or does the color scheme here kinda vibe like the space outside Aaravos’s library?

the smoky assassin squad, 10/10 creep factor, I love it

the lightning being a literal crack of doom with “CRAK-DOOM” as Katolis Castle appears, “echoes of thunder” indeed, very nice

Lujanne being mad but she can’t decide if it’s at Callum or herself

when she says pulling Rayla out now will leave her soul on one side and her body a husk. After the Insta live stream last night where we learned that soulfang serpents are Moon primal creatures, that’s... super interesting

smoky assassins go tssh in the rain like they’re still hot from being cremated, thanks I hate it

Andromeda finds Rayla first and seems closest/most aggressive so I wonder why she might hate Rayla more than the others

the assassins’ wrist bindings have gone red but they’re still attached and seem to trap the souls where they are. But all they need to be free is to perceive that Rayla completed their task, even though we know otherwise. So... would that work for killing any target? If you’re certain that you did it, does your binding fall off even if you’re wrong? eyes Pip

this must not be the actual afterlife since the spirits kind of mist up toward the moon and vanish, it’s more like a lobby, no one stays here unless they get stuck

portaling around just by shouting at villains, excellent

Rayla literally dropping a sword at the sight of the pod Viren’s in, yeah, it’s that creepy, I agree

Viren’s eyes are so black I think they’re Aaravos’s. I got a whole headcanon on Good Viren and Evil Viren for S4 now, wow

Phoe-Phoe pulling out a feather for Callum, awww my heart! This is why Ezran had to come, to bond with her so together they could save Callum and Rayla, it’s so sweet

so these humans are from the Storm Spire battle, bc that’s the Storm Spire behind Rayla and Callum on p108, with the rune-written arch. Did they die hating Rayla and Callum from the battle? Did they even know Rayla was up there? Or is pod Viren/Aaravos actually making them attack out of hatred for Viren’s death? One of these is definitely creepier and more awesome

Rayla’s confidence that Callum can and will boost her at the right moment with his magic, my heart, I love battle couples

that one panel that mirrors the Ghost Feather key art, hhhhhh

Rayla being the better swimmer, such precious irony, thanks Runaan

them holding hands and swimming upward together on the full-page panel is blessed

Lujanne pulling Rayla out of the lake with both arms gives me feels bc my grandma saved my life once

Lujanne being super soft over Rayllum, she is indeed a hopeless romantic

Rayla says “gone” about her parents and Runaan, and that’s the word Ethari used too, and I’m suddenly wondering if Ethari reached right into that pool and has always known that the lotus is half-submerged and if the sword he’s been making is for himself

I’m so glad Rayla told Callum what she saw of Viren

Rayla deceiving Callum and heading into danger alone because his life is more valuable to her than her own is exactly what Runaan did for her the night of the full moon in Katolis. I’m leaning toward her having thought this over and doing it on purpose bc she believes it’s a sign of deepest love--that Runaan’s actions and Lujanne’s words match up in her head, so she thinks it’s the right thing to do bc the mage and the assassin agree. Alas, Callum doesn’t understand the Moon arcanum yet, so he will have a different opinion. That mage and that assassin do not agree!

Rayla’s cloak has that Moon Temple symbol on its back. Is it Lujanne’s cloak? Any Moonshadow who sees it will probably know where she got it and who helped her. That could be fun!

#through the moon #through the moon spoilers #rayla #callum #rayllum #tdp allen #lujanne #ezran

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dc41896 · 4 years ago

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Penny for Your Thoughts

So I saw an ask on my good sis @honeychicanawrites page (if y’all don’t follow her already please do because her writing is 👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾❤️❤️ *chef’s kiss* AMAZING!!! She’s so wonderful and deserves all the love💕💕!!) from @damnitaa mentioning football player Chris with a buzzcut, and not only was I shook by this image (whew chile the flavorrr🥰!!!) but I soon got inspo for an imagine based off of it and I hope you guys like it☺️! I also had song inspo from “I Know You” by Craig David ft. Bastille and if you guys want to check it out I highly recommend it, it’s one of my faves!

Pairing: QB!Chris EvansxBlack Reader

⚠️: Mentions of cheating, drinking, same old fluff as usual💕

Swallowing the last of his third beer, he gently slides the glass bottle to the side raising his hand just enough to get the attention of the owner/cook so he could get him another one.

He could already hear his coach’s booming voice yelling “if you guys want to drink and party go ahead, but know you won’t win any championships!” from the sidelines during practice tomorrow. Was that gonna stop him from indulging in more of the bitter liquid though. No chance.

“Alright kid, I’m cutting you off after this one.”

“C’mon-,”

“Nope if I let you keep going you’re gonna drink out my whole supply,” Paulie chuckles, lightly smacking his shoulder before going back to ESPN behind the counter.

Hearing the ding of the bell from the front door, the click of heels and a soft voice divert Chris’ attention away from the latest headlines to the stranger sitting at the counter.

“There’s my girl! How you been? You haven’t come see me in a while, I was starting to take it personal.”

“I’m sorry, I’ve just been busy with work and school. I promise to come see you more often,” you smile as he sets a plastic cup in front of you.

“Okay now, I’m holding you to that. I don’t want you coming in here when I’m 80 years old saying ‘long time no see’,” he replies making you giggle. “What can I get you sweetheart?”

“I’ll just have some fruit and a water.”

“Alright you got it,” he smiles before disappearing in the back.

He tried not to, but Chris couldn’t stop glancing in your direction. All he could really see was the back of your head and partially the side of your face, but you seemed familiar to him. And your voice only made that familiar feeling strengthen as he searched his brain for the answer.

Well the best he could feeling the buzz of the alcohol start to set in.

“Here you go, fruit but with no strawberries since you don’t trust them and your water.”

“Thank you Paulie!,” you smile immediately grabbing your fork to dig into the colorful contents. “So how are they treating you at that job on campus?”

“My coworkers are fine but some of the customers make you want to scream with their complicated orders-,”

“Starbucks girl!,” Chris shouts accidentally making you jump and Paulie look at him like he was crazy.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to be loud, I was just trying to figure out where I knew you from and I just remembered,” he responds with a nervous smile.

“It’s okay. I’ve been there before, just maybe not as loud though,” you softly laugh going back to your fruit.

Motioning him to sit at the counter, Chris shakes his head no fearing he’ll embarrass himself more than he already has. Plus he didn’t want to intrude if you were trying to have a peaceful night to yourself.

“You’ll have to excuse Chris here. He’s been hit in the ole noggin more than enough times,” Paulie jokes making you giggle.

“I have not! Well okay I have, but that’s not why- you know what, let’s just start over,” he says waving his hands to stop everything. “Hey you look familiar, where do I know you from?”

“Well I go to school at Boston College, so you might’ve seen me around campus. Or you might’ve seen me at Starbucks since I work there.”

“That’s where I know you from! I go there all the time,” he smiles propping his head on his hand and making you laugh.

A comfortable silence falling over the both of you, Chris takes a drink of his last beer of the night watching the man on television talk about the upcoming NFL season as you retrieve a book from your bag.

Taking another glance at you, he notices the circular frames now on your face as you remove the plastic bookmark and eyes follow the words on the paper in front of you. Respectfully eyeing your outfit, his interest now peaks as he sets his beer down in front of him.

“Sorry if I sound intrusive, but I feel like you weren’t supposed to be here tonight.”

“Oh? And what makes you say that?”

“From your outfit and how that’s definitely not a first choice for someone who wants to come to a diner at 11pm on a Friday night just to read,” he smirks.

“Maybe I’m different then,” you reply matching his smirk and making him softly chuckle. “But you would be right. I was supposed to be meeting my friend at Scenic for drinks, but her boyfriend called last minute and I’m sure you can guess where that left me.”

“That sucks,” he answers taking another swig.

“Yea I’m a little mad, but also I know that’s her boyfriend and they want to spend time together so I feel like I just have to deal,” you shrug. “And if you don’t mind me asking what brings Make A Way Evans here on a Friday night by himself?”

“For the lovely company of my man Paulie of course,” he smiles raising his bottle to the middle aged man who gave him a tip of his hat in return as he leans against the counter.

“Oh of course, everyone knows Paulie’s the best,” you add with a giggle as he winks at you.

“But before I came here, I was planning on surprising my girlfriend with a present. Turns out we were both surprised from me finding her in bed with my best friend and teammate.”

Eyes now serious and painful as he looks down at the table, his fingers tap against the dark glass in his hands. You immediately wanted to hug him and tell him he would be okay although he might not feel it right now, but restrained yourself knowing it might be a bit weird.

“I’m so sorry that happened Chris.”

“It’s alright, I’ll get over it. Better yet, I’ll ‘make a way’,” he sarcastically smiles finishing his drink.

“Hey I know we don’t really know each other, and you’re probably not in the mood to talk, but if you are, I don’t mind.”

“Nah it’s ok, I don’t want to take away from your reading time.”

“I’ve actually read this book before so I’m not missing anything,” you smile tucking one of your long twists behind your ear. “Like I said though I completely understand if you don’t want a stranger knowing all your business.”

“Well I’ve pretty much already done that,” he chuckles standing to his feet and making his way to the barstool beside you. White sneakers squeaking against the floor, his dark grey long sleeve shirt clung onto his defined chest and arms as his jeans almost looked to be skinny ones from how they fit on his muscular legs. Necklace resting ever so perfectly around his neck, you knew the girlfriend must’ve been crazy to cheat on such a specimen.

“The only thing missing now though is your name.”

“Y/N,” you answer as he stuck out his hand which you joined with yours.

“There, now we’re not strangers anymore.”

For the next few hours you both talked about any and everything that came to mind from classes to sports to your favorite movies. Noticing your lack of a Boston accent, he asked where you were from, which then led to both of you talking about your childhoods. You guys could’ve stayed there talking forever, but Paulie had to close so he could get some rest before coming back for the lunch crowd.

Having walked to the diner since his apartment was only a couple of blocks away, he planned on doing the same to get back but you refused to let him from how late it was and offered to drive him home.

“I’ll be fine there’s no one out there.”

“That you know of,” you replied making him roll his eyes.

“Listen to her kid, she’s only trying to look out for you,” Paulie added as the three of you stood outside while he locked the door.

“Fine if you insist,” he jokingly groans following you to your car once you both told Paulie goodbye.

Within 15 minutes you were parked in front of his place standing on the passenger side to make sure he exited the car okay.

“I promise I’m not that drunk, I can walk perfectly fine,” he chuckles closing the door and meeting you at the front of your car.

“Hey I’m just being a responsible chauffeur and making sure you enter your place in one piece sir.”

“Well thank you I appreciate it,” he smiles walking close beside you.

“Oh watch your-,” you began trying to warn about the upcoming step only to be brought to the ground with Chris landing with an “oof” on top of him.

“Sure you’re not that drunk?,” you ask with a smirk.

“Yes I just accidentally tripped I promise,” he laughs.

“Yea I’m not sure how much I can trust your promises now.” Covering his mouth, he tries to avoid waking any of his neighbors with his boisterous laugh, but it still somehow echoed as it carried down the street.

Of course your laugh mixed in with his probably didn’t help diminish the noise.

“Ugh you kids don’t care where you do it now huh?,” an elderly woman in a pink, fluffy robe with curlers in her white hair calls from her window.

“No Ms. Waters it’s not what it looks like, we just-,”

“I don’t want to know what you were just doing. Don’t do it out in the open next time.” Forcefully shutting her window, you and Chris only laugh more at your current situation.

“You know, you’re the first person besides my family to laugh at me falling.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. It would’ve been nicer to ask if you were okay first.”

“No don’t apologize, I meant it in a good way! The slightest trip or bump people are always asking if I’m hurt and worrying about me being able to play. It’s weird, but it’s nice being laughed at.”

“I guess you’re welcome then..?”

Chuckling at your confusion, the streetlight burning above making the side of your face and eyes glow momentarily causes him to lose his breath from the trance the sight had him under. It made your face look so soft and delicate like a painting hung in a museum.

Realizing how he had been holding you there for quite some time, he clears his throat as he begins to sit up.

“I guess we should get off the grass huh?,” he chuckles standing up with you still being held close to his side. “You okay?”

“Yea, my pride’s a little bruised that’s all,” you answer checking for any grass on your clothes. Following him upstairs, he opens the white door to be met with barks and nails hurriedly tapping against the floor as they come closer to the both of you.

“Hey booboo! Did you miss me?,” Chris smiles as he locks the door. “You don’t have a problem with dogs do you? Like are you allergic or anything?”

“No no I’m fine,” you giggle as the excited dog circles around your legs looking up at you asking for scratches. “What’s his name?”

“Dodger.”

“Hi Dodger, you’re such a pretty boy!,” you smile scratching behind his ears making his tail swing back and forth while he lies his head in your lap.

“He just met you and he’s already in love with you.”

“That’s probably because I’m doing what he wants.”

“Possibly, but he never lied down like that on Kelly or gave her much attention really,” he admits sitting beside you and patting Dodger’s back. “Maybe if I listened to you bud I wouldn’t be in this situation now. They do say dogs have an excellent sense of character.”

Looking over at Chris, you see his head tilted back and eyes closed causing you to mentally awe at how peaceful he looked. Having the day he had plus a game coming up soon you were sure he had a lot on his mind and just wanted to rest.

“Hey I’m gonna head home ok? You go to bed and get some rest. I’m sure you have practice tomorrow.”

“So soon? The night’s still young,” he yawns lifting his arms over his head.

“The night might be, but your battery isn’t,” you giggle standing up to head towards the door.

“Alright you have a point.” Following behind to see you out, Dodger softly whimpers beside him poking your leg with his nose looking up at you with soft big brown eyes.

“Dodge come on bud she has to go home. Also I feel some type of way since you haven’t done that whenever I leave in a long time.”

“I’m sorry I can’t stay longer Dodger, but take care of your dad ok? Make sure he actually goes to bed and doesn’t trip anymore,” you giggle bending down and giving him a final scratch as he licks your hand.

“Thanks for the ride Y/N and everything else tonight, I really appreciate it.”

“It’s no problem, you don’t need to thank me. And everything’s gonna be okay. She was crazy to cheat on an amazing guy like you and I know you’ll find a girl who’s ten times better and loves you unconditionally.” Giving him a small wave, he watches you walk down the hall and the staircase before closing his door with a small smile on his face.

Feeling something tap against his leg, he looks down at Dodger walking back and forth by the door as if anxiously waiting for someone to return.

“You literally just met her and you like her that much?,” he chuckles beginning to cut off the lights and leading him to the bedroom as part of their nightly routine. “Can’t blame you too much on that though, I like her too.”

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Entering the back for your shift, a sigh leaves your lips already hearing someone complain about their drink clearly not having extra soy in it since it didn’t taste right. Tying your apron around your hips, you see a note with your name on it in the spot you usually store your belongings slightly confusing you.

“What’s this?,” you thought unfolding the notebook paper as you leaned against the metal table nearest to you.

“Hey thanks again for last night and keeping me company. Maybe we could do it again sometime? Without the falling on the grass and being judged by my neighbor of course lol. -Chris”

Smiling to yourself, you immediately pull out your phone adding the number he left to your contacts before sending him your reply.

Y/N: Hey it’s Y/N aka Starbucks girl lol. So I just got this mysterious note at work...know anything about it?

You didn’t expect an answer right away thinking he was still in practice, but was pleasantly surprised to feel your phone vibrate and see his name light up your screen.

Chris: Lol hey! And that depends, what’s your answer?

Y/N: I’d love to

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oksanasanna · 4 years ago

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Is 2x07 your favorite because of villaneve (ear)phone sex?

I could write a whole essay on why 2x07 appeals so much to me specifically

I know no one likes Aaron, but I love him. I relate to him a lot (minus the murder and the billion dollars). I’m obsessed with his speech about how he never gets lonely, has no desire for human interaction, and would rather observe people’s lives from afar. I’m the same way, and he’s the only other person real or fictional I’ve ever seen who also doesn’t experience loneliness.

Rome. I studied Latin and Classical Culture in college.

Villanelle gorging on pasta, my favorite food. It’s soo satisfying watching her absolutely stuff her face. I completely understand Aaron’s weird kink.

The bread hand touch.

Bread in general. I would also like to watch Villanelle eat bread and ice cream and chocolate and pasta. Those are the best food groups. Again, Aaron’s onto something.

Eve fixing her hair for Villanelle before going to give her the mic.

The atelier jacket is one of my fave Villanelle outfits.

I also enjoy the outfit Villanelle first wears when she gets to Rome. And the outfit she wears to the lunch date. Billie’s outfits are on point the whole episode, and I love that scene of Villanelle being amazed by all her new clothes in Rome.

I love Billie.

“I don’t like rich men.”

“I will not be needing the pill.”

“Ugh, get a room” and the way you can hear Villanelle’s wet smile after she says it.

The way Villanelle asks for the shepherd's pie recipe and then repeats all the ingredients to herself under her breath to memorize it.

“Always close the curtains. You never know what kind of pervert might be outside.”

“See? That wasn’t so hard was it?” ‘Are you going to leave us alone now?” “Of course not. Why don’t you sit down.”

“The sexy maths teacher.”

Eve’s wide awake speech was Sandra’s best scene of the entire season. The way she doesn’t blink because she’s so focused on the convo and so ready to talk about Villanelle. The tears of intensity. “Are you in a relationship?” “Define relationship.” It’s so powerful.

The earpiece sex!!

The morning after softness!!

Just the fact that we got that (micro)phone sex was absolutely wild. That’s still the sexiest Villaneve have ever been, and that “good morning” and snuggle into the pillows rivals some of the best 3x08 softness. I can’t believe how blessed we were.

Edward Bluemel in his underwear. (I’m gay, but he’s my exception, don’t judge. It’s not straight if I say #NoHetero)

Hugo’s stupid smile and “hey” when he wakes up

Eve’s absolute disdain for Hugo’s entire existence when he says “hey”

“Thanks for the threesome”

Villanelle’s threesome in the beginning of the episode. That whole first scene is fabulous. The slapstick of the girls interrupting them one by one. Jealous Eve. “Thank you.” “For the sex? You’re welcome!” The sexiness of “I’m not with them when I’m with them” and the emotion of “I feel things when I’m with you.” Villanelle’s robe. “I’m not dressed.” “I don’t care.” The framing. The acting. Literally every second of that scene is a masterpiece.

Villanelle having an alley cat for 2 seconds (cats > dogs fight me)

Carolyn asking the same questions for Eve and Villanelle “Any escalation, increased attention seeking, recklessness?”

That beautifully creepy shot of Carolyn in the mirror hovering over Kenny as he watches Eve leave their house.

The way Aaron drags that poor closeted gay dude for watching Gossip Girl with his boyfriend and the way Villanelle just watches on enjoying the tea as she eats her meal and pretends she doesn’t understand Russian.

Villanelle singing and Hugo bopping along.

Hugo being a bi king calling Aaron “not bad looking”

Eve “He Could Kill the Shit out of Me” Polastri getting horny for some rando psycho dude and liking him even more when she finds out he’s killed people. It’s so fresh to see her openly flirting with someone other than Niko and really marked a turning point in their relationship. It wasn’t just that Villanelle was her exception, it was that she was a completely changed person willing to flirt with a psychopath and take advantage Hugo “Human Dildo” Chambers/Turner/Tiller just because she felt like it.

In the same vein, Hugo changing and saying “Don’t watch me. I know what you’re like” and Eve being offended because he’s right lmao

“Cooped up in a hotel room with nothing to do. How will we pass the time?”

“Set up everything in here.” “Why’s it got to be in my room?” “Because I don’t want all this shit in my room.” I love selfish Eve.

I think 2x07 was actually the peak of Dark Eve. Sure she kills someone in 2x08 and again in 3x07, but she kind of regrets it both times or at least feels guilty. In 2x07 she’s taking advantage of people and manipulating them and giving in to her own desires without a care in the world. She stands up to Villanelle when she gets jealous, she ignores Kenny’s warnings because she wants to see Villanelle, she sends herself and Hugo to Rome knowing its dangerous because she wants to see Villanelle, she flirts with the murder dude, she makes the conversation with the therapist about herself because she wants to indulge, she gets impatient with the Peel case and is quick to insult Hugo every time he disagrees with her methods, she doesn’t care when Hugo gets upset about being out of the loop with the threesome (the 2x08 coffee scene where Hugo is pissy about the night before and Eve’s only concern is that her coffee is cold has strong 2x07 energy and is an honorable mention scene). She doesn’t give a fuck about anyone but herself and Villanelle the whole episode and it’s beautiful.

“What happened to her profile?!” “I don’t know, maybe you shouldn’t have fired Kenny!”

I love Hugo with my whole heart. Aside from Aaron, Hugo is the second character I see the most of myself in. I relate to his sense of humor and I think I would probably be some rich posh douchebag boy like him in an alternate dimension. I love that he gets featured so much in the episode, and it’s really his character’s climactic episode. He finally gets to succeed in his missions of banging Eve and taking down Aaron before going down in 2x08. I just like seeing my boy happy.

Villanelle having that really stylish gorgeous piano that I wish I could have.

Eve leaving those voicemails for Villanelle and Villanelle laying down, listening to them, and stroking her scar with that giddy smile on her face.

Villanelle packing her suitcase by balling everything up and throwing it in there and then acting surprised when Konstantin finds razor wire.

The directing juxtaposition of Villanelle and Aaron entering Aaron’s (STUNNING) palazzo and Eve and Hugo checking in to their grubby hotel.

The cheeky face Hugo makes when the receptionist mistakes Eve and Hugo for a couple.

The way you completely forget about Niko and Gemma in the storage unit until the very end of the episode when you least expect it and it shows you their fate as a shocking cliffhanger juxtaposed with the morning after Villaneve softness in the scene immediately before it. What a rollercoaster. What a way to end on a high note.

Gemma’s murder is probably the most gruesome murder of the show for me. Not that I enjoy gruesome murder, but it’s another aspect of the episode that really stands out. Her face in that bag? Genuinely creepy. Yet the fragile tape is funny. It’s a great example of that blend of comedy and darkness that makes this show so unique.

The pink and black title card is one of the best opening color schemes of the whole show.

“Non Voglio Piu Rivederti” by Paola Neri and

“Vai Tu Sei Libero” by Dalida are songs I listen to regularly

This list is an unorganized hot mess and I probably missed stuff, but you get my point.

There’s not a single weak spot in the episode. From the acting, the directing, the writing, the music, the costumes, the set design, I love every moment of every scene, and I can’t believe Emerald Fennel wrote it just for me.

#killing eve #ask #anon #2x07 #wide awake

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devilatmydoor · 5 years ago

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love is fatal I calum tattoo artist/ piercer au I part 1

A/N; A new series that has been in the works for almost 2 months! I am clearly a sucker for Cal AU. This is my first time writing in 3rd person & I hope you enjoy this, if there is something you love/hate or stuck out to you tell me! Feedback is my fave. Stay safe and rested; mind, body and soul.

Word count; 3.8k +

Warning; drug mention , swearing, angst

“Do I look okay?” He asked nervously as he was standing in front of his best friend.

Veronica reached over to straighten his tie after she finished paying for the parking meter, “You look handsome. Now stop moving.” She giggled and finished fixing his tie, “Perfect. Grayson you are going to get this job. You interned at a tattoo shop for 2 years and you’re an artist. Your art is literally on my body.” She winked and walked with him towards the tattoo shop he was interviewing for.

“I know but Ronnie, you’re my best friend so of course my art on your body.” He remarked as he walked with her. He stopped in front of the Starbucks, “Can we get some coffee before my interview?”

“You are already jacked with energy without coffee. Plus you’ll get even more jittery.” Veronica expressed hoping they’d get out of the heat sooner rather than later.

He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair and gave her the puppy eyes she never could resist, “I’ll get decaf. Plus you forgot your water, you need something to drink!”

She shook her head and rolled her eyes playfully, “Let’s go, I won’t deprive you of Starbucks.” She smiled and Grayson opened the door for both of them and Veronica walked in and Grayson followed.

“I don’t know anyone who goes to Starbucks just for Iced Tea and a cake pop, besides you.” Grayson remarked as he walked up to the barista and ordered his Decaf Iced Vanilla Latte, Veronica’s Iced Passion Tea with Lemonade and Cookie Dough cake pop before Veronica could even register he had already paid for it.

She tilted her head and narrowed her eyes at him, “Grayson! I could’ve gotten my drink and cake pop. You didn’t need to pay for it.”

“Oh yes I did, you are giving me a ride for this interview. It’s the least I can do.” He smiled at Veronica and led her to the spot where they picked up their order. They both looked around noticing how busy Starbucks was getting. She looked at him and he looked at her and they both started giggling.

“Thank god we got here when we did!” Veronica cooed as they stood there and waited for their order.

“I know right?” He responded and crossed his arms and before hearing his name and grabbing his coffee and giving Veronica her drink and snack. He grabbed her hand to get themselves through the crowd of people, he opened the door for her as she followed his lead and walked with him.

As Veronica and Grayson got closer to the tattoo shop, Grayson’s grip on Veronica’s hand got tighter and she looked at him and squeezed his hand, “You’re going to do great. I know it.” She encouraged him as he looked at her nervously.

“You sure I don’t look like a complete idiot?” He asked nervously, his cheeks flushing pink.

“I promise you don’t. You got this Gray.” She reassured with a smile on her face, she gently squeezed his hand again. She led him to the tattoo shop and they both were amazed by the size and the huge sign in black and red saying Gotham Tattoos, in the middle of Los Angeles. She finished her drink and threw it in the trash outside before grabbing the door knowing that Grayson was too nervous.

He followed her inside as she led him to the front desk where a blonde curly-haired man with blue eyes sat waiting, he saw them and smiled, showing his dimples and he stood up and Veronica realized Grayson was no longer the tallest man she’s met. “Hi! Welcome to Gotham Tattoos. I’m Luke, what can I help you with?” Luke said with a faint Australian accent.

“I’m Grayson Nicols, I’m here for my interview with Calum.” Grayson explained nervously and Veronica could feel his hands getting sweaty against hers.

“Oh, of course, you are his 12 o clock. I’ll page him and let him know you’re here.” Luke affirmed with a smile and sat down to use the phone.

Grayson looked at Veronica with the look she knew so well, “I believe in you. I know you will kill this.”

Veronica and Grayson heard Luke put the phone down and then he stood up, “He’s ready for you Grayson, I can walk you to his office.” Veronica let go of Grayson’s hand as Luke made his way away from his seat and before he could even leave the desk, another tall man walked up to the desk. His skin was Carmel, he was dressed in black dress pants and a white button-up and tie. He had blonde curls with his black roots showing paired with his dark brown eyes.

“Thank you Luke, I can walk him to my office. Hi Grayson, I’m Calum Hood.” Calum's voice so deep it shocked Veronica, his Australian accent thicker than Luke’s. He outstretched his hand for Grayson.

Grayson shook his hand and said nervously, “That’s me, G-Grayson Nicols.” Veronica giggled at his nervousness and he let go of Calum’s hand.

Calum raised his eyebrow in Veronica’s direction while he pursed his lips, “Thanks for being early, Follow me.” Calum stated as he led Grayson to his office and they disappeared. Veronica smiled at Luke and leaned against the front desk looking around the shop feeling comfortable with her favorite sounds heard only in tattoo shops; the sound of tattoo needles buzzing.

“What’s your name gorgeous?” Luke asked with a smile and Veronica felt her cheeks turn pink

“Veronica, most people call me Ronnie.” She smiled and her cheeks turned even pinker when she looked in his gorgeous blue eyes.

“No one calls you Ronica?” He teased and winked, putting his hand in his pocket as he leaned on the desk.

Veronica couldn’t help but giggle, “Surprisingly, not a soul.” She winked and smiled at him

“Huh, people are weird Ronica.” He smirked and giggled and ran his fingers through his luscious blonde curls.

“Don’t I know it.” She smiled and crossed her arms as she leaned on the counter, “So Luke, you wanna show me around or do I have to give myself a tour and try not to walk into Grayson’s interview?”

Luke chuckled and stepped away from the desk and motioned Veronica, “I can definitely give you a tour, follow me.” He smiled and walked away and Veronica was in awe of his impeccable style as she followed him throughout the shop.

Veronica looked around at the body jewelry, the prominent dark red and deep black artwork mixed with electric blues, “So tell me Luke, what else do you do around the shop?” She felt silly for asking but she was curious.

“Well Veronica, I usually schedule appointments and let customers know how much their deposits are, coordinate rooms and I help clean if I have downtime. I help with payments for tattoos as well” He smiled and her eyes looked up to meet his eyes and Luke showed her one of the empty rooms and Veronica gazed at the walls and how artistic and unique they were. Each room had different color schemes and anesthetic.

“Why is this entire shop decorated better than my entire house?” Veronica joked and smiled at Luke who was laughing at her remark.

“That’s a good question, you’d have to ask Calum and our tattoo artist Ashton about that darlin’.” Luke winked and walked away from the doorway.

Veronica followed him and asked, “Did they design the overall anesthetic to the shop?”

“In some ways yes. The owner is the artistic director for the whole place and tells us what he wants.” He smiled and Veronica noticed she could only hear the music in the shop.

Luke looked at her and smiled, “I’ll be right back, I’m gonna make sure Tucker has everything ready for the payment for the tattoo okay?”

Veronica nodded and smiled, “Okay!” Luke smiled at her and walked away and went over to the desk and Veronica looked around at all the artwork and she smiled when she heard her favorite My Chemical Romance song playing in the background and she smiled and looked around the shop and stopped by the body jewelry.

Her eyes were glued to the barbells, she had been wanting nipple piercings since she turned 15 but her family and Grayson would always argue with her about it. It was always at the back of her mind even when Grayson would remind her how much it would hurt, how long the healing process was or how he didn’t think she’d like them. She checked her watch to see that it was almost 1:15. Time flew by when she was talking to Luke, she looked at the other body jewelry and tried to guess what jewelry went with what piercing without cheating and reading the labels.

She heard Luke’s laugh and smiled instantly. She fidgeted with her rings and the popsocket on the back of her phone before she felt it vibrating in her purse. She looked at her screen and saw Grayson’s name. She unlocked her phone and read his text.

-As you predicted, I got the job. Doing paperwork now!

Veronica squealed softly and looked around for Luke and he disappeared. She went outside to get some fresh air and she immediately regretted it. The heat was overwhelming and she put her sunglasses on to shield her eyes from the blaring sunshine. She felt her sweat dripping down her back as she stood in the sun and leaned on the wall of the shop. She felt her phone vibrate in her hand and it was her boss asking her to come in early if she could. She told her boss she could try her best since she was still out with Grayson.

Veronica put her phone back in her purse and cigarette smoke filled her lungs unwillingly. She turned to see Calum who was leaning against the shop wall with one hand in his pocket.

He looked her up and down and inhaled his cigarette and exhaled in her direction. She tilted her head and rolled her eyes at his immaturity. “What’s got your panties in a twist princess?” Calum coaxed as he leaned toward Veronica, his mysterious eyes seeing right through her soft pink sunglasses frames.

She pressed her lips and rolled her eyes at him, “None of your damn business. Don’t call me princess, you prick.”

He exhaled his cigarette and narrowed his eyes at her, “Who peed in your coffee this morning?” He grunted.

She crossed her arms, “I don’t drink coffee.” She spat and tried to avoid the smoke by moving away from him.

He inhaled his cigarette and blew the smoke in her direction again. She coughed reacting to the smoke hitting her lungs, He rolled his eyes at her overreaction, “Well maybe you should, might put you in a better mood princess.” He emphasized the last word to get under her skin.

“I doubt that. Aren’t you supposed to be in an interview with Gray?” She commented

“He’s finishing up his paperwork, he doesn’t need my help. I needed a break from him talking about you every other sentence.” He stressed before inhaling his cigarette and narrowing his eyes at her.

“He’s my best friend, I’ve known him since I was 10. There’s nothing more to it than that. It’s not your business if it was.” She breathed before he exhaled his cigarette undoubtedly in her direction

“You’re listed as his emergency contact and you drove him here, I think someone is blind to the fact her best friend might be in love with her.” Calum explained and inhaled his cigarette.

“We live together, that’s why. His dad took his car so I drove him. That’s what friends do.” She insisted, sighing from annoyance. She was so tired of people assuming that they were in love with each other.

“I dunno about that princess, that’s something a girlfriend would do.” He breathed as he exhaled his cigarette smoke in her direction.

“Fucking shit,” She coughed and glared at Calum who was smirking, “Would it kill you to blow your smoke in the opposite direction?” Veronica argued before leaning away from him.

“Maybe. Maybe not.” He hummed and winked before Veronica walked away, leaving him outside in the heat to finish his cigarette far away from her. She walked past him and opened the shop door. She took off her sunglasses and smiled instantly when she saw Luke talking to Grayson. She walked up to the front desk and Luke looked at her and smiled.

“There you are! Luke and I thought you got lost!” Grayson mused.

“I was outside talking to my manager and you’re douchebag boss.” She explained and heard the shop door close.

Luke laughed at her comment and Grayson's eyes widened, “Shhh. Are you ready to go?” Grayson asked before Calum walked up to the desk and Veronica glared in his direction.

“Mhmm.” She agreed and grabbed her car keys out of her purse. She looked at Luke and smiled, “It was nice meeting you, thank you for the tour.”

“Of course! It was nice meeting you doll. If you ever want to hang out,” Luke smiled and got out a piece of paper and wrote his number down and smiled at her, “Text me.” He winked and she could feel her cheeks flushing.

“I will! Have a good rest of your day Luke.” She smiled, grabbing the piece of paper from him and tucking it in her pocket.

“Thank you!” He smiles and Veronica and Grayson leave and Calum gives Luke a weird look, “What’s that face for?”

“Why do you wanna hang out with her?” Calum doubted as he ran his fingers through his hair

“I like her, she’s cool.” Luke informed as he shrugged.

“That’s not the word I’d use to describe her.” Calum advised as he looked at the schedule for the rest of the day.

“What’s your point? Honestly Cal, you’ve slept with clients so I don’t exactly trust your judgment on this.” Luke explained as he sat down.

******

Veronica parked in front of Luke’s house and cut the engine of her car. She sighed as she read her most recent text from Caleb, her friends-with-benefits for the past 6 months asking if he could come over tonight. She told him she was busy and put her phone in her hoodie pocket before grabbing her car keys. She got out of her car and closed the door and smiled when she saw Luke standing outside smiling at her as she walked up to the front door.

“Ronica!” Luke joked as he stretched out his arms and she walked up to him and wrapped her arms around him and he hugged her tight.

“Lucas!” She joked as she hugged him and he let her go and they both laughed.

“You’re the only person who I let call me Lucas.” He smiled and opened the front door.

“You’re the only person who calls me Ronica.” She smiled and he led her inside of the house. She looked around to see soft white walls with black and white decor, smells of cigarette smoke mixed with sandalwood and vanilla filled the house.

He giggled and turned to look at her, “I still don’t get that.” He winked and he closed the door behind her.

“Me neither, it’s so much better than Ronnie.” She giggled and followed Luke towards the living room. She heard a loud groan and she saw Calum sitting on the couch. She rolled her eyes in response to his obnoxious groan.

“What the fuck is she doing here?” Calum spat as he stood up and crossed his arms while his eyes met hers.

“She has a name and it’s Veronica, asshole.” She spat back as she pursed her lips and she could feel the frustration in her eyes as she looked at Calum.

“Fuck off Cal. I invited her.” Luke interjected and led Veronica down the hallway past the kitchen towards his room. He opened the door and led her inside, “Sorry about him. He’s been weird lately. I think it’s cuz he hasn’t been laid in a couple days.” He smirked and his cheeks turned pink.

Veronica giggled and shook her head, “Probably. Grayson can get that way too.” She turned red and smiled at him.

“Lucky us huh?” He chuckled and grabbed his phone, “Shall we order pizza and turn on Netflix?”

“Sounds perfect. I’ll eat any kind of pizza as long as there aren’t any anchovies, mushrooms or spinach.” She smiled and sat down on Luke’s giant bean bag.

“Who actually eats pizza with that shit on it?” He narrowed his eyes and smiled and got on Domino’s website and started ordering pizza, “Do you want those bomb Parmesan twists?”

She nodded and smiled, “Hell yes.” He finished the order and put his phone down to grab the remote and turn on his T.V and get on Netflix.

He plopped on his king size bed and looked at Veronica and motioned her, “C'mere. There’s no need for you to be sitting all the way over there.”

She giggled and got off the bean bag and walked over to his bed, “I didn’t want to assume and just climb on your bed!”

“Well it’s definitely big enough for the both of us.” He smirked and winked as he moved over to make room for her. She climbed on the bed and scooted closer to him and he started to look through Netflix.

“Why do you always smell so good?” She smiled and inched closer to get a better smell, “I don’t know anyone who smells as good as you.”

“I mix two colognes.” He smiled and looked through T.V shows.

Veronica smiled and looked at the t.v and recognized her two favorite T.V shows, “We could watch American Horror Story or Orange is The New Black!” She recommended

“I’ve never seen American Horror Story, which season should we watch?” He smiled and tilted his head.

“Asylum, Coven or Freak Show.” She smiled and he looked through the seasons and clicked on Coven and she smiled at his choice.

Luke's energy started to drain and he laid his head on her lap and she ran her fingers through his curls and gently massaged his scalp. Halfway through the first episode, Luke almost fell asleep in her lap and he decided to sit up. He randomly would check his phone and check updates on their order. When the pizza was getting delivered Luke left the room to wait and Veronica paused the show and waited for Luke. She checked her phone to get another text from Caleb and she ignored it. She usually would text him back but this was different. She told him she was busy and he didn’t leave her alone like he usually did. This was the second time in a week he was texting her about coming over, weirdly both times she was with Luke and she wanted to hang out with him verses someone who gave her mediocre sex.

The door swung open and Luke smiled as he brought in two pizzas and their Parmesan twists. “Finaaally! I’m gonna set this down and then get us plates and drinks.”

“I could help Lukey!” She insisted and got off the couch with her phone in her hand and grabbed the pizza’s and set them on the bed and he smiled.

“Thank you, follow me to the kitchen so we can get some drinks!” He mentioned and she followed him and they grabbed some plates and Luke offered her drinks ranging from cranberry juice to tequila. They both grabbed Coke’s and went back into his room.

Luke and Veronica sat on his bed and ate their pizza and watched American Horror Story until Luke wanted to watch a scary movie. Veronica knew almost every scary movie on Netflix, they decided to watch The Ritual since neither of them have seen it. Once they finished the pizza they moved the empty boxes off the bed to make more room for them.

Veronica felt her phone vibrate again and she groaned and Luke looked at her and narrowed his eyes, “Are you okay?” He paused the movie to see what was going on.

“My friend-with-benefits Caleb is driving me crazy. He hasn’t seen me since Sunday and he’s impatient.” She sighed and looked in his eyes.

“Damn, usually it’s the other way around.” He grabbed her phone and set it on his night stand, “Now you won’t get tempted to text him back, horny bastard.” He chuckled.

“God I know right? Where’s the bathroom? I should pee while the movie is paused.” She explained and smiled at him.

“Down the hall to the left.” He smiled and got off the bed so she could get off easier.

“Thank you! I will be right back.” She smiled and climbed off the bed and walked towards the door and opened it.

“I’ll be here darlin’” He smiled and crossed his arms. She walked out of the doorway and walked trying to figure out which room it could be.

There were three doors on the left side of the hall and all of the doors were closed. She slowly stepped closer to the first door and put her hand on the handle and slowly opened it, realizing it’s the laundry room. She closed the door and walked towards the second one slowly and before she could reach the door handle she heard sounds she somewhat recognized, in a way she wasn’t expecting to hear tonight. Bed creaking and the bed frame hitting the wall repeatedly. As she got closer to the door it became clearer what was going on, the loud moans and unfamiliar voice saying Calum’s name confirmed her suspicions. She quickly walked away from the door trying to ignore what she just overheard. She opened the last door and sighed in relief when she saw that she finally found the bathroom.

She stepped inside and quickly closed the door and turned on the light and went to the bathroom. Once she finished she washed her hands and then put her hair up in a messy bun. She flattened her hoodie and shrugged her shoulders. She turned off the light and opened the door. She saw a girl with jet black hair walking towards her wearing the shirt Calum was wearing when she saw him earlier. Veronica failed to avoid eye contact with the other girl as she got closer to her. Her green eyes caught Veronica’s hazel eyes and she narrowed her eyes at her as the other girl stopped when she was side by side to Veronica. The strange smell of cologne blended with a fruity perfume made Veronica cough when it engulfed her lungs while her olive green eyes met Veronica’s as she gulped in response.

t a g l i s t ; @pxrxmoore @lukesflaredpants @lilacsos @sublimehood @talkfastromance4 @ghostoflrh @calumscalm @mellifluoushood @calumthomcs @twilightmomentswithyou @malumsdildo @boytoynamedcalum @ohhmuke @calswildflower @highscal @sanrioluke @softlrh @flowers-on-the-graves @currentlyupcalsass @clemmings @tirednotflirting @highfivecalum @wastelandcth

#calum hood #calum hood au #luke hemmings #5sos #love is fatal

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burningfreeze · 4 years ago

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Answer me - 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31, 32, 33, 34, 35, 36, 37, 38, e9? 40 : )

yOU MOTHERF-

okay. OKAY. I’m doing it. This will be my about.

1. who’s your celebrity crush?

Currently? Tobias Menzies I think.................. yeah. Yeah........

2. are you single or taken?

I’m singleee

3. rant. just do it

Is America ever going to wake up? How many more people have to die because of your dumbass gun laws and racist ideology?? Do you like living in fear? Do you like innocent people getting killed? What’s the deal??? Bruh moment

4. do you think its ok to separate the artist from the art?

It depends on the context. If you want to analyze a given text of culture, evaluate it: yes, most definitely, “death of the author” is the way to go. If you want to decide whether to support an artist or not - why would you support someone hurtful to other people?

5. how many accounts do you have?

Just this one at the moment.

6. how many pairs of shoes do you have?

Oh jeez. Lemme think............... I think 10.

7. opinion on @obskurodziciel

Asshole XDDDDDDD But one I appreciate. I guess a properly functioning, healthy body needs an asshole.

8. how many accounts do you follow?

37 at the moment.

9. favorite brand of clothing?

My mom’s ancient brandless clothes I dig from the depths of her wardrobe at 3 AM.

10. name a dog

Already did, and her name is Salma and I lov her.

11. what unusual talent do you have?

Crazy mimic muscles that let me make crazy faces. And a powerful forehead.

12. what’s the most interesting schools gossip you’ve ever heard?

That somebody masturbated loudly in one of the uni toilet stalls. Like moaning n shit XDDD

13. ever prank called a store?

Nnnnnope. I don’t like pranking people ;-;

14. what’s your coffee order?

Flat white or latte. Regular milk. Just one spoon of sugar.

15. what’s a question do you constantly get asked?

Idk... but some number of people have asked me on how did I look like with long hair. TERRIBLE, next question

16. if you had to get a tattoo right now, what would you get and where?

Hm. Probably the Owl Cave symbol from Twin Peaks on the inside of my wrist.

17. google the top song from the year you were born

Billboard says it was Too Close by Next. Yeah, I don’t know it either.

18. rant about your favorite musician

Hm. It’s hard to choose just one fave...... But I wish SOAD would finally fcking get their shit together, apologize to each other (I’m looking at you, Serj & Daron), and start writing new stuff together. They were so good when working together!!! Why do you have to be such drama queens! You’re friends goddammit!

19. what’s your favorite teacher you’ve ever had?

My high school PE teacher. And I hate doing sports. He was just great at finding everybody’s strengths and limits and worked with everyone individually, and he’s a genuinely nice person. Shoutout to Zibi Żuk...... ur cool!!

20. describe your blog in 3-5 words

The Terror keeps me alive.

21. what’s a conspiracy you believe in?

That Ted Cruz is the Zodiac killer.

22. if you could see any concert tonight what would you choose?

Either Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds or Rammstein. And if you’re talking about a specific concert in history... that would be Queen at Rainbow ‘74.

23. if you could break one of your bad habits which would you choose?

Either smoking or picking at my face

24. can you dance? sing?

If you give me 4 beers and patiently wait until I drink them, I will perform the whole musical of your choice, but I cannot comment on the quality of my performances.

25. what’s something you can’t stop buying?

Cigarettes and art supplies

26. crowds or small groups?

Ummmm small groups I guess but I have nothing against being in a crowd of people

27. how long before a trip do you pack?

The night before, at 2 AM, going “ahhhhh shit it’s tomorrow”

28. what celebrity would you rate a PERFECT 10?

Kyle MacLachlan (idk if I can call him a celebrity but yes) for his relentless positivity and genuine kindness.

29. what quote or inspirational setting do you think is bs?

Hm. Maybe..... no pain no gain? I don’t like the idea that you have to suffer to achieve anything. You’re gonna achieve pain. Basically. And general dissatisfaction.

30. if you had to dye your hair an unnatural color right now, what would you choose?

Not a fan of colorful hair on me but I’d choose flamingo pink.

31. you can change one thing about your life right now. what are you changing?

My maroon trackpants to my grey track pants.

32. how old do you get mistaken for?

I guess I don��t have a problem with that...?

33. what do you think about a lot

Beer, the sea, and James Fitzjames’ elegant profile.

34. do you like your hogwarts house or do you wish you were a different one?

I’m pretty ok with Gryffindor.

35. what does home mean to you?

Warmth, safety, people you love, and pets.

36. what do you think you’d be arrested for?

I am a Good Christian Child leave me alone

37. have you ever been called down to the principals office?

Noooo. Like I said. A Good Child indeed.

38. post a picture of the outfit you would choose if you could have any outfit you wanted

39. describe your aesthetic

devilcore + Neo from Matrix + hawaiian shirts and heart-shaped glasses.

40. answer with one of your ‘school memes’ (inside jokes you have with your class/grade) with no explanation

POKAŻ MI TO W TEKŚCIE!!! gdzie jest motyw DĄS MAKABR

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solesurvivorkat · 5 years ago

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Get to Know Me!/About Me/The Self Care Tag Game

Tagged by @the-dubstep-strawberry and @ja-crispea, thank you guys! <3 :-)

(This is long, so I put it under a tag)

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Who were you named after?: My maternal aunt (Kathy), middle name from my other maternal aunt.

Last time you cried?: (snorts) ...Okay... there’s this book that my toddler son has, called ‘Love You Forever’ - and the damn thing always makes me cry and I HATE it, lol. It’s basically a mom that watches her son grow up from a baby to an adult, and she rocks him to sleep his whole life saying, “ "I'll love you forever, I'll like you for always, As long as I'm living My baby you'll be." “. ...IT’S A MENACE. He asked me to read it to him the other day & I couldn’t say no, so my husband was kind of sympathetically laughing at me (not in a mean way) b/c I was definitely crying by the end. IT’S EVIL.

Do you like your handwriting? Ehhh.... sometimes? When I CONCENTRATE on it, it’s fine. When I scribble something out in a hurry, I don’t love it so much (though it’s still a million more times legible than my husband’s ‘chicken-scratch’ handwriting, LOL).

What is your favorite lunch meat?: Roast beef. I don’t buy it often b/c it’s usually expensive, but a good roast beef deli meet? Oof.

Longest relationship?: The one I’m in w/ my husband. We’ve been together since 2008, married in 2011 (for those who hate math like me {lol}, that’s together for 12 years in August, married for 9 years in December).

Do you still have your tonsils? Yes.

What is your favorite kind of cereal?: Don’t really have a favorite, but I like Lucky Charms (I know, I’m a stereotype, LOL), Captain Crunch, one of the Post ones w/ cranberries in it (forget what it’s called), Honey Nut Cheerios, Frosted Flakes, Peanut Butter Crunch, and a bunch of others.

Do you untie your shoes when you take them off?: Right now my sneakers are the slip-on kind (though I really need to buy new ones sometime), but I have to untie my boots when I wear them b/c they have roller skate laces in them and they stay put (don’t move around a lot, which is what they’re supposed to do), so if I didn’t untie them I’d never be able to get them on/off, lol.

Do you think you’re strong willed?: Oh my GOD, yes. ...Almost to a fault, lol. *XD

Favorite Ice Cream?: Don’t really have a favorite, but I tend to go for either Oreo, Cookie Dough, or chocolate & peanut butter.

What is the first thing you notice about a person?: Usually their eyes. I think I mention eyes a lot in my writing (again, almost to a fault, lol), but it’s b/c eyes are so expressive. ‘Eyes are the window to the soul’, as they say.

Football or baseball?: Neither - I’m really not a sports person. But if I HAD to choose one, I’d say baseball (Red Sox!).

Favorite donut?: Chocolate frosted donut with sprinkles (...yes, I like the sprinkles on it, I ‘donut’ know why. HA!!! .....I’ll show myself out. LOL)

Last thing you ate?: Chocolate-frosted Pop-Tarts, & currently, gradually drinking water flavored w/ store-brand caffeinated fruity drink mix (need this at work to keep me going b/c I don’t like coffee).

What are you listening to?: Nothing right now - quiet at work (I love when it’s peaceful at work... I don’t really get peace at home often, lol)

If you were a crayon, what color would you be?: Cerulean. ...Shut up, I like that color. (lol)

What is your favorite smell?: Don’t have one favorite... I love the smell of cookies/brownies baking, woodsmoke, cedar, Old Spice (my husband wears it, and yes - my grandfather actually DID wear it, lol!), freshly mowed lawn, mulch (I know that might sound weird, but it smells nice to me - earthy!), that smell that happens before it’s about to start raining (...I’m weird, I know lol)

Who was the last person you talked to on the phone?: Probably my husband... (thinks) ...well technically it was my boss, actually. He calls us every morning when we go in to work just to check-in (not in a condescending way, just to make sure we’re doing okay & to let us know if anything’s new).

Hair color?: Medium/honey blonde. (I’m not allowed to color it b/c of work, but I would love to try a funky color again, like pink or purple... or maybe rainbow! <3 )

Eye color?: Blue on the outside/edge, brownish-green on the inside/around the pupil (I have ‘central heterochromia’ - look it up, I’ve mentioned it on my blog before, lol)

Favorite food to eat?: Don’t have one favorite, but I tend to go for pizza, Italian, or American food

Scary movies or happy ending?: Happy ending. I know it’s lame of me, but if a movie doesn’t end happy it bother me.

Last movie you watched in a theater?: I... honestly don’t remember, lol. I think it was ‘Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker’.

What color shirt are you wearing?: It’s a purple-y, mulberry kind of color.

Favorite holiday?: Christmas, hands down. Halloween is a close second.

Beer or wine?: Neither (don’t like the taste - you’ll usually find me drinking Diet Pepsi, lol. I know, I’m a dork.)

Night owl or morning person?: Used to be a morning person when I was younger, but now I’m kind of a mid-day/twilight kind of person (I usually veg at night, lol).

Favorite day of the week?: Probably Friday or Saturday

Favorite animal?: LOVE Red Pandas, they’re so cute! I would totally get one for a pet if I could. I would also love a Husky/Shiba Inu/Klee Kai (dog), but I don’t have the time to devote to one right now, unfortunately. :-(

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Rules: answer 17 questions and tag 17 people you’d like to know better!

Nickname: Kat, Sprocket, Kit-Kat

Zodiac: Aries

Height: 5′5″ (technically a hair under, but it’s 1/4″ or less so I round it up lol)

House: Hmm... either Gryffindor or Hufflepuff, I think

Last thing I Googled: (thinks) Ugh, I just did something this morning, too... I totally forget what, though. x__x*

Song in my head: Nothing, for now.

Followers and following: Currently followed by 259 awesome people, for which I am VERY grateful. <3 Following 80 people. (...I am NOT trying to insult people if I don’t follow you - I swear it’s nothing personal, I just don’t have time to catch up on the people that I’m following now.)

Amount of sleep: Usually anywhere between 6-8 hours

Lucky number: 4, 7, 13 (yup lol)

Dream job: Hmm... honestly not sure. As long as I get a paycheck & don’t hate/dislike my job, I’m usually pretty happy, lol.

Wearing: Slide-on sneakers, socks, black capri leggings, short-sleeved shirt, hair braided & clipped up

Fave songs: Don’t have a lot, though I always like ‘The Sound of Silence’ covered by Disturbed. I know there’s a bunch more that I like, but none are hugely standing out to me right now.

Instruments: Played the clarinet for a year in 5th grade, played the acoustic guitar in the 12th grade, don’t currently play any.

Random fact: One of my ancestors signed the Declaration of Independence, and there’s a town in NH named after him that I’ve never gotten to visit (heard that one before? Well I only have so many facts about me, lol)

Favorite Authors: Don’t really have one

Fave animal sounds: My chinchilla makes some cute noises, lol. I like hearing cats meow too, even if I’m more of a dog person. Ever hear a Husky ‘talk’? Hilarious. I love hearing guinea pigs ‘purr’ too, so cute!

Aesthetic: Woods, rustic, ‘comfy’

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Favorite comfort food: Chocolate (shocker, I know), particularly Lindt brand

Favorite drink: Diet Pepsi

Favorite relaxing activity: Relaxing on my couch, surfing the ‘net

Favorite fluffy/feel good fic:

Favorite calming scent: fresh laundry, the ocean, woodsmoke, mulch (I know, I know, mentioned above)

Favorite white noise: Maybe the sound of ocean waves or birds chirping in the woods

Favorite relaxing (or uplifting) song: ...Can’t think of one off the top of my head.

Favorite book to get lost in: Reading friends fanfics

Favorite TV show to chill-out: Don’t usually watch a lot of TV (usually put something on to entertain my toddler)... maybe Kitchen Nightmares, or anything w/ Gordon Ramsey - not that I really like cooking shows, I just find him fun to watch, lol. (Or Bar Rescue - John Taffer is fun to watch too lol)

The best advice you’ve ever had: Hmm... I guess just variations on being true to yourself. The people that matter the most will love you no matter what and will always be in your corner, even when you’re having a bad day. Don’t try to impress people that aren’t worth your time/don’t truly care about you - it’s not worth your time and energy. Find and be with people that make you happy, that accept you for who you truly are. Be the best person you can be, but also remember that everyone has ‘off’/bad days. You’re not perfect, you’re not meant to be perfect. Do what makes YOU happy (...assuming it doesn’t hurt anyone else, obviously, lol).

Tagging whoever would like to be tagged in!

#tagged #about me #me irl #katie irl #about katie #self care tag game

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jootjootscrazyadventure · 5 years ago

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Boarding School

NSFW

It was another boring old day at school. It was the start of a new year. Which means we're all in the auditorium hearing the same rules from years before. 'No partying' 'No alcohol or drugs' 'No sneaking off into each others room'. More rules and restrictions come along. With the usual ending 'Follow the rules and we'll have a great year together.' Freshmen wait in excitement to see their rooms and roommates. After hearing the same old rules being preached at me for the 3rd year in a row, I go my room and greet my friend, F/N.

"Ready for another exciting year?" She asks, laying upside down on her bed. I roll my eyes at her implied sarcasm.

"Totes." I say in reply.

We spend the day putting our room together. It barely had enough room for our two beds and dresser. But we managed to make it work. On my side of the room, I have my bed with f/c(fave color) comforter, a artistic tapestry with fairy lights hanging around it, my wall is adorn with pictures of my friends and family. It feels like home whenever I put it back up. I turn the fairy lights on and a warm, pale glow lights up my half of the room. A few hours pass putting our room together, and we get hungry. We decided to call it a night and head out to grab some food.

We head into a small restaurant and sit down with small group of our friends. We laugh and have a good time seeing each other again after a long summer. After eating, we head out to the beach. It was late and we could barely see. So one of our friends flashes his headlights for us to see. We run around and have a great time swimming. I get the idea to go to the cliff and jump into water.

"Y/N, be careful!" My friend yells. I go for a running start to jump, but I slipped and fell down the cliff. I feel strong arms pick me up and take me somewhere. When I finally open my eyes, I see that I'm in someone else's room. I start to panic.

"Yare yare, calm down." A voice said.

I look over and see Jotaro Kujo. He's in the grade as me, but we've never really talked before. He comes over and grabs my right arm, patting away blood and putting medicine on it. I give him a confused look.

"You fell when jumping from the cliff. I happened to be there enjoying the beach at night when you showed up. Luckily, you didn't hurt yourself that bad." he said as he wraps my wrist in bandages.

"Ohh, uh thank you for taking care of me. You didn't have too. I should get back to my room. I'm sure my roommate is freaking out." I said. He simply nods. Now, to get back to my dorm before anyone sees me leaving Jotaro's room.

I get back to my room with ease.

"Y/N, Where have you been? Are you okay?" F/N asks.

I nod and tell her that Jotaro took care of my wounds. Her eyes grew large.

"Kujo? Jotaro Kujo helped you out?" She asked.

I nod again. "He seems to be a nice guy. He's kinda cute, ya know." I say. She gives me a side glance.

"You fell for him already, didn't you?"

I giggle nervously. "I mean, I dunno. Maybe." I say back scratching the back of my head. F/N shakes her head.

"Make your arm the only thing that gets hurt this year." She said and heads to bed. I roll my eyes and head to bed myself.

The next day, as I'm walking to class, I see the usual flock of girls around Jotaro. No matter how many times he tells them to shut up or go away, they remain around him, being loud. I wave to Jotaro and he tips his hat down. The flock of girls turn to me. Their faces are annoyed and angry.

"Can't you see WE'RE talking to him? You're annoying him. Go away." One says to me.

"Besides, why would JoJo want some girl who is broken?" She says again, referencing my wrapped wrist.

I slowly hide my wrist under my school uniform jacket.

"You bitches are the ones annoying me. Shut up and go somewhere else. Leave Y/N alone." Jotaro said. He walks over to me and urges me to walk with him to class.

"Thanks for sticking up for me." I say.

"Yeah, Don't mention it." Jotaro tips his hat back down. I go to leave for my class when he pulls me by my arm.

"Hey. There's this party going on this weekend. We should go together or something." I'm stunned by him. He's asking me to with him to a party.

"Uh, yeah okay. Sounds fun." I say to him. A slight smile appears on his lips.

"See ya around, Y/N." Jotaro says and walks off to his class.

Days pass and Jotaro makes it a habit to walk with me to our classes. The more we walked together, the more we got to know each other. Our hands occasionally brush pass each other. My face blushes. The rest of the day passes and I head back to my dorm to get ready for the party. Jotaro said he would pick me up at my dorm.

One shower, many outfit changes and some hair and make up later, I'm finally ready and just in time for Jotaro. I walk out of my door and ran into something hard. I look up and see Jotaro. He looks down at me.

"Yare yare, watch where you're going." He says smiling.

I smile back him and we began walking to the party. We walk towards a dorm complex and up some stairs. The hallway seems familiar, other than the fact that all the dorms look the same. And we turn to a door.

"Jotaro, you said there was a party. Why are we at your room?" I asked.

He smiles. "This is where the party is." He says, opening the door.

It's faintly lit up with soft lights and a smell of vanilla and roses fills the room. My eyes gleam as I look around.

"JoJo.." is all I can say.

He takes my hand guides me into the room. We sit together on his bed.

"What does this all mean?" I asked. He shakes his head.

"It means I like you, dummy. I didn't know how to get back here without it sounding creepy. It took a while to get this all sat up. I hope you like it." He says.

The apples of his cheeks light up pink. I jump to him, kissing him. It takes him a second or two to understand what's happening. He snakes his arm around my waist, his other hand cupping my cheek. We pull apart for a moment. Jotaro looks at me.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" He asked. I nod my head.

Jotaro leans back into the kiss. His tongue flickers pass my lips. I grant him access. He explores my mouth. His hand travels up and down my back, giving light scratches. I smile into our kiss. I wrap my arms around his neck. Jotaro then pulls me over to lay on him. His hands wonder to my butt, giving harsh squeezes. I gasp at the sudden feeling. Jotaro leaves my lips and kisses and licks my neck. He gives butterfly kisses to my jawline. Jotaro begins to grind against me. I grind back, letting him know I'm fully into this. He then flips us over, so that he is on top. Jotaro removes his jacket and hat. His one curl falls in his face. I go to twirl it around my finger.

"You're so beautiful." Jotaro says to me.

I blush. He starts to remove his shirt. Leaving me in complete awe of his chiseled chest. He takes my hand and runs it across his his body. I don't think my face could get anymore red. Jotaro laughs at my shyness. He helps me take off my top and pants. He gazes at my body. I've never intimate with anyone. A smile spreads across his face.

"Gosh, you're so pretty."

After removing the remaining amount of clothing, we get back to kissing. Jotaro's hands travel all over my body. His right hands cups my boob, as his mouth sucks on my other nipple. My hands play with his hair. I feel him grow and twitch against me. I grind on him, stimulating my clit on his dick.

"Eager one aren't we?" He asks.

His hand finds it's way to my pussy. He rubs around the folds at first. Once I'm wet enough, he plunges two fingers into me. A moan escapes me. His slender fingers slide in and out of me in pure ecstasy. He starts to go faster. My moans become quicker.

"JoJooo.." I moan.

He leans up as he's fingering me and kisses my neck. Causing him to go even deeper. My hands tug on his hair. My walls tighten around his fingers. Jotaro quickly removes them. I whine in protest. He head dips down and starts to eat me out. His tongues runs pass my clit. He runs his tongue over my entire pussy. The warmth of his tongue causes me to hit my breaking point and cum on his face. I grab his hair and grind against his face. Jotaro grabs my thighs and eats like he'll never eat again. My moans become shaky.

Jotaro comes up and kisses me, letting me taste myself on him. He positions himself to my entrance. With an easy thrust, Jotaro enters my body. The new feeling is exhilarating. He's gentle at first, with slow thrusts, allowing me to get used to him. Once I'm comfortable with his size, he thrusts into me faster and harder. His grunts and moans sound like music to me. I buck my hips to match his. My eyes flutter open, looking at the handsome man in front of me. I lean up and kiss him. Jotaro takes this chance and flips us once more so he's on the bottom again. As we kiss, I ride him. I grind against him, bouncing on him. Jotaro grips my hips, helping my pace. I lean back down to kiss him. With my ass in the air, he smacks it and thrusts hard into me. The sloppy sounds of skin on skin fill the room.

I get a brave idea and hop off Jotaro. His face looks grim and angry. I reposition myself so I'm at the end of the bed. I kiss the tip of his dick, tasting bits of pre-cum. I swirl my tongue around his tip, pumping as I go. I slowly deep throat Jotaro. Surprisingly, I am able to completely fit him in my mouth. I bob my head up and down. His moans are loud with mixes of profanities. Jotaro pulls my hair up out of the way, whispering encouraging words for me to keep going.

"Fuuuuck, Y/N." Jotaro says and cums in my mouth.

The thick, warm, salty fluid runs down my throat. I let him ride his high out in my mouth. He pulls out and looks at me as I swallow the rest of his cum. I smile sweetly at him. Jotaro comes over to me and kisses me. He pulls me back to his bed. I rest on his chest as he gives me sweet pecks on my head. I cuddle against his broad frame. His strong arms wrap around me.

Hours pass into the early morning. Warm sunlight shines on me as I wake up. Jotaro arms tighten around me. I glance over at me. He's already awake. He smiles.

"Hey." He says. I snuggle up to him.

"Hey." I say back.

"Wanna grab some breakfast?" He asks.

"Mmmm, in a few more hours. I want to stay like this longer." I reply.

Jotaro chuckles and kisses my forehead. "I really like you, Y/N." Jotaro says.

"Man, I'd hope so. Or that'd make this situation awkward." Jotaro rolls his eyes. But a sweet smile appears. "I really like you too, Jotaro." I finally say back and give him a kiss.

#part 3 jotaro #jotaro #part 3 jojo #jojo no kimyō na bōken #jojo's bizarre adventure #jotaro kujo #jotaro x reader #fan fiction #fan fic writing #fanfic

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babbushka · 6 years ago

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Not sure if you're still doing prompts but could you do N with Flip? maybe newly married?

Anonymous said: Please do N from the list with our fave Flip💕💖💕💖 Congrats on passing your school thing 💖💖 your writing is a treasure💞💜💝💘💖💖💗💓

Thank you both for requesting!! I hope you like what i came up with :) (and thank you for the kind words!!!)

Word count: 1600

Warnings: none!

The house was perfect – it waseverything you had ever dreamed of, from the days of you and Flip sharing histeenie tiny apartment.

He never needed much space whenhe was a bachelor; just enough for a bed and maybe a couch, somewhere to passout after a long shift at work. That all changed when he met you, and as youbecame a bigger part of his life. Slowly, the need for more space becameapparent, he all but insisting you move in with him as you two became moreserious.

He couldn’t have ever imagined hewould get to marry you, that you’d say yes to a lumberjack like him. He couldn’tbelieve he’d get to wake up to you every day, smile with you and cry with you –let alone buy a house with you.

But a house was bought, andfurniture was moved in, and the Zimmermans (damn, did he love the sound ofthat, Mr. and Mrs. Zimmerman)officially had their first place together.

He let you pick out just abouteverything, only asking he could have a spot on the wall to put a shelf to displayall his baseball trophies from when he was a kid. There was a great bigbackyard, and the bedroom was on the second story along with a little room thathe hoped one day would belong to his child. For now, it was storage – you two had only been married for just about threemonths afterall.

The house was brick all around, alovely reddish color that contrasted well with the lush greenery that surroundedthe property. The driveway was nice and big, definitely wide enough for him topark his Chevy and you to park your Pontiac. Flip wasn’t much one forarchitecture, but you were happy with the layout, and that was enough for him.

You had installed a little mezuzahand planted black-eyed-susans in the front of the house, lining the stone walkwayto the front door from the driveway. The flowers made him smile as he walkedinto the house every day from work for the past two weeks, a sunshine greeting.

He smiled now too, as he approachedthe front door reaching for his keys.

“Shit.” He grumbled, realizingthat you had the key today since you needed to run some errands – including makinga copy of the keys.

He knocked on the door, andwaited for you to come let him in.

“Who is it?” He heard your voicecall in a sing-song manner from the stairs. He felt a little leap of joy in hischest, getting to see you at the end of his day was his most treasured moment.

“The milkman.” He replied backsarcastically, a smile already on his lips.

He looked down at the black-eyed-susansand they seemed to smile with him. You decided to play with him, and onlyopened the door as wide as the little security chain would allow. He couldalready tell you looked delectable, your turtleneck tucked into a long plaidskirt. It just so happened to match the pattern on his flannel, and wondered ifit was possible to fall in love all over again.

“I didn’t know we had such a handsome milkman.” You said teasingly,eyeing him and drinking him up from the little sliver the door gave you.

“More handsome than your newlywedded husband?” Flip asked with a grin, you immediately shaking your head.

“No one is more handsome than my husband.” You said, making him getall flustered – a rare sight.

“C’mon ketsl let me in.” Hegestured to the chain on the door and you laughed.

“No entry unless you know thepassword.” You declared, making him raise his eyebrow.

“This is my house.” He said, crossinghis arms in front of his chest.

“Mmm I do believe it’s our house.” You pointed out, cheekshurting from smiling. You did have a point there, Flip thought with a shake ofhis head.

You knew it was unfair to him, having completely made up this gameright at that moment, but you decided it would be fun to make him suffer alittle longer. “Can’t you guess what it might be?”

“Let me think.” He took a stance likehe was deep in thought, finger tapping against his chin. Your eyes weresparkling with restrained laughter. “Is it…‘(Y/N) is the most beautiful person inthe whole wide world?’” He asked, making you blush.

“No, but you’re charming.” Youhummed, making Flip chuckle.

“Hmm, how about ‘I’m the luckiestman in the universe?’” He tried again, and you shook your head.

“Very close.” You encouraged him.

“I love my wife?” He asked aftera moment of thought, and you smiled shyly, blushing more beautiful than the redin your skirt.

“I dunno, do you?” You asked,looking up at him through your eyelashes, your cheeks a pretty pink.

“I do.” Flip said resolutely, andthat must have been it because you grinned and closed the door enough to takethe chain off, opening it wide for him.

Flip scooped you up in his arms,closed the door with a nudge of his foot, and carried you bridal style to thecouch.

With you all bundled up in hisarms, he began peppering kisses all over your face, making you laugh and laugh.You finally got a hold on his own cheeks, and held him still so you could kisshim properly, your tongues indulging in one another. He tucked some hair behindyour ears and traced your cheekbones as you kissed, the sun coming in throughthe brand new windows.

“Did you have a good day?” Heasked you, kissing your cheek.

“I did! It was very productive.”You nodded, winding your arms around his neck and lazily tangling a hand intohis hair. “Had the folks down at the hardware store make a copy of the key.”

“You can keep the original, I’llhold onto the copy.” He said, kissing the side of your nose.

“Okay.” You nodded, tugging onone of his ears playfully. You loved those ears, and you loved how they madehim blush. “Was work good?”

“Quiet today, thankfully.” Herelaxed against the couch, and took your hand in between two of his own. Theypractically dwarfed yours, and he admired the diamond ring on your fingerhappily. “Got to come home early to my favorite girl.”

“I better be your favorite.” Youteased, pillowing your head on his shoulder, also looking at the ring. It wasthe most beautiful diamond – simple, not too big. It was set to be pretty flushwith the gold band, and on either side of the big diamond, two smaller oneswere embedded into the gold.

“You know you are, ketsl.” Flipsaid easily, lifting your hand to kiss at the ring.

You blushed, so in love that youwere practically swooning – you hoped this feeling never went away.

“I’ve only got a couple moreboxes if you want to help me unpack the rest of it.” You gestured to the pileof cardboard you had shoved into the corner of the living room.

It wasn’t much left, mostly décorthings that weren’t of pressing matter to get unpacked right away like thethings for the kitchen and bathroom. Flip regarded the boxes, glad that youwaited for him, he did want to help, wanted to help with everything.

“Oh yeah? Need me and my bigstrong muscles?” He joked, running his hands down your side.

“You bet honey.” You grinned, squeezingat his biceps. “What good are they if I don’t get to see you flex every one ina while?”

He flexed for you and youshimmied in his lap, making him push you over to lay down onto the couch with alaugh and kiss you all over again.

“You’re so beautiful.” He sighedhappily, standing up from the couch when his tickling and kissing attack wasover. He reached out a hand for you, and pulled you up to stand too. “I can’tbelieve I get to come home to this every day.”

“I love you so much.” You beamed,“I’m so happy.”

“That’s all I ever want.” Flipreplied truthfully, releasing his hold on you. You smiled and took off his parkafor him, walking to the mudroom to hang it up on one of the new brass hooks. Hewatched you appreciatively, the way your hips swayed as you moved.

“Well… thereis something else I’m wanting right now.” He admitted, licking his lips.

“Mmm, why don’t we leave theboxes for now, and instead survey the bedroom?” You asked, positioning yourselfin the doorway of the mudroom, all curves and limbs in a way that you knewwould drive him wild. You were just as eager for it, and you let your posturebroadcast that.

“I love the way you think, ketsl.”Flip hummed.

Without warning, you ran past himwith a laugh, making a beeline for the stairs. He had a feeling you’d lock himout of the room and make him guess another password, so he immediately followedyou up the stairs, going at it two at a time. He grasped you by the waist and thetwo of you dissolved into a fit of excited giggles, unable to keep your handsoff of each other as you stumbled towards the bed, barely breaking to breathe.

It was going to be a long andhappy time spent in that house, you both already knew.

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Would it be awesome to see you do all 100 asks? Yes. Will you do them? We shall see.

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1: when you have cereal, do you have more milk than cereal or more cereal than milk? - More cereal than milk!

2: do you like the feeling of cold air on your cheeks on a wintery day?- No, actually. I hate the cold ^^' And if there's cold air on my cheeks then it's on my nose and that's no good

3: what random objects do you use to bookmark your books? - Usually a post it note! Not very random, but it's normally what I have on hand.

4: how do you take your coffee/tea? - Depends on my mood! Sometimes I'll take my coffee black, other times ill add a fricc ton of creamer, whipped cream, and sugar. Also sometimes I mix coffee with hot chocolate and it's amazing.

5: are you self-conscious of your smile? - Very.

6: do you keep plants? - Always. I still have the carnations from Valentines Day (which surprisingly haven't died yet)

7: do you name your plants? - Nope.

8: what artistic medium do you use to express your feelings? - just a mechanical pencil or a graphite pencil. They usually end up being sketches. But if I like how it looks I'll go over them in pen.

9: do you like singing/humming to yourself? - Yes and no? I'd do it more often but I don't want anyone to hear me. Especially my mom.

10: do you sleep on your back, side, or stomach? - Side, always facing the wall.

11: what’s an inner joke you have with your friends? - The only one I can think of off the top of my head is *slap slap slap* *jumps out window*. No I will not explain.

12: what’s your favorite planet? - Pluto! Or Make Make. Make Make used to be my favorite because me and my brother would pronounce it wrong on purpose. But Pluto is ver pretty.

13: what’s something that made you smile today? - seeing my brother's reaction to his birthday present from me! I made a little felt monkey with bushy eyebrows (I needle felted it)

14: if you were to live with your best friend in an old flat in a big city, what would it look like? - Probably very messy. But also it would constantly smell like food!

15: go google a weird space fact and tell us what it is! - Mars is shrinking. It is Smol.

16: what’s your favorite pasta dish? - Fettuccine Alfredo with Shrimp! It's what I usually ordered at Olive Garden until I found out that it was expensive and was probably stressing out my parents.

17: what color do you really want to dye your hair? - Don't laugh okay but pink! I want to dye the bottom half of my hair bright freaking pink. Like hot pink.

18: tell us about something dumb/funny you did that has since gone down in history between you and your friends and is always brought up. - That time I slapped a guy twice for picking me up. That guy was my best friend. He picked me up from behind and I sorta whipped around and slapped him. The first time he didn't put me down, he just laughed. So I slapped him again. He got the hint.

19: do you keep a journal? what do you write/draw/ in it?- I don't. I tried a while back, but I figured it would be easier just to talk to people about my issues instead of writing them down.

20: what’s your favorite eye color? - Green. Or dark brown.

21: talk about your favorite bag, the one that’s been to hell and back with you and that you love to pieces. - Not sure what this means, sorry. I've got this pencil pouch that has a tree print on it that I've used for a few years now even though it has a hole it it. Does that count?

22: are you a morning person? - No. I wake up at 5:30 am on weekdays and usually don't get out of bed until I have ten minutes to get ready and leave.

23: what’s your favorite thing to do on lazy days where you have 0 obligations? - Stay in my room and draw! Although I don't have lazy days. Every time my mom comes upstairs I immediately start cleaning because if I don't she'll yell at me for being lazy.

24: is there someone out there you would trust with every single one of your secrets? - Yes. Take a look at who sent this ask. Also my other two online friends! One of them I spam with worms on a string and the other I just know I can trust and I don't know why.

25: what’s the weirdest place you’ve ever broken into? - the only place I've broken into is my own house. I had to climb the backyard fence to go through the back door because me and my brother forgot our keys.

26: what are the shoes you’ve had for forever and wear with every single outfit? - My plain black tennis shoes. I need to get new ones because these ones are old and barely fit but every time I mention it, it's like I never said a word.

27: what’s your favorite bubblegum flavor? - Candy Cane!

28: sunrise or sunset? - Sunset! I get to see the sun setting behind the Rocky Mountains and it's really pretty.

29: what’s something really cute that one of your friends does and is totally endearing? - exist

30: think of it: have you ever been truly scared? - Yes. I'd rather not talk about it.

31: what is your opinion of socks? do you like wearing weird socks? do you sleep with socks? do you confine yourself to white sock hell? really, just talk about socks. - socks can burn in hell for all I care. I hate socks. I only wear them if I have to (like while wearing shoes)

32: tell us a story of something that happened to you after 3AM when you were with friends. - I remember being at a sleepover a few days before I moved (this was in South Korea) and I woke up at 3:34 am (yes I remember the time don't ask why) because one of my friends was playing Megalovania on the keyboard. Then she turned around and asked who the hell took her pretzels. They were under her pillow.

33: what’s your fave pastry? - c w a s o a n t (with jelly inside!)

34: tell us about the stuffed animal you kept as a kid. what is it called? what does it look like? do you still keep it? - I still have this stuffed animal now (I have all of my stuffed animals. I haven't brought myself to get rid of them). It's a little pink blanket with a bunny head named Squeek. Not Squeak. I didn't know how to spell that.

35: do you like stationary and pretty pens and so on? do you use them often? - No. I don't have any.

36: which band’s sound would fit your mood right now? - https://youtu.be/7TqLXIBG-6g not a band but still

37: do you like keeping your room messy or clean? - Messy! It may sound strange, but I can't find anything when it's clean. It also feels empty unless I've got stuff all over the floor.

38: tell us about your pet peeves! - When I tell remind someone of the rules and they say "okay" and continue breaking them. Like we aren't supposed to put pans in the dishwasher because it ruins the pans. Yet my brother always puts them in there. I remind him and take it out, and he says "okay" and puts it back. I also hate it when I ask someone to stop doing something (usually when it's making me nervous or upset) and they ask "WhY?" in a really annoying tone and keep doing it. I ALSO hate it when I'm in charge and yet no one listens to me.

I also don't like it when no one says thank you. It makes it seem like they don't appreciate me.

39: what color do you wear the most? - Grey. I want to wear colorful clothes but the last time we went clothes shopping and I asked for pastel colors, I walked out of the store with grey, light grey, brown, and dark blue clothes.

40: think of a piece of jewelry you own: what’s it’s story? does it have any meaning to you? - I have a locket that I made for my seventh birthday. It has little charms in it (a rose, my first initial, a heart key, and a birthday cake) and it's gold. I love it and I don't know why.

41: what’s the last book you remember really, really loving? - There's a book series that I don't remember the name of but it's about a girl who is forcibly turned into a siren by three other sirens. She has to eat human hearts to live. It's kinda gorey, kinda romantic, lots of action. I love it.

42: do you have a favorite coffee shop? describe it! - Unfortunately no, I usually get coffee at a gas station ^^'

43: who was the last person you gazed at the stars with? - My dog Freyja! Whenever I take out trash, she comes with, and when the sky is clear I like to point out the starts with her before we go back inside. She's very sweet. But I can't stargaze for more than a minute.

44: when was the last time you remember feeling completely serene and at peace with everything? - Last year I went on a trip to Florida to stay with my grandparents for a week. I remember waking up one morning with a beautiful view of the ocean and the sound of waves crashing onto the shore. My grandparents have an apartment of sorts that faces the Atlantic and you can literally go down the stairs and go swim in the ocean if you want to, it's like a two minute walk, not even. I love the ocean and the sound of waves and seagulls is always calming to me. But my house is very loud and there's no peace here.

45: do you trust your instincts a lot? - Yes. When I have a bad feeling about something, I address it. It's not always true, but I don't want to risk anything.

46: tell us the worst pun you can think of. - Sorry, I don't know many puns. I guess I'm just not a pun-ny person.

47: what food do you think should be banned from the universe? - fucking macaroni with bread crumsb that shit is nasty af

48: what was your biggest fear as a kid? is it the same today? - Storms, especially tornados. Now my biggest fear is death. Whether I'm the one dying or its someone I care about.

49: do you like buying CDs and records? what was the last one you bought? - Not really, I don't have money to buy anything ^^' Even when I do have money, I spend it on art stuff. That reminds me that I need to fix my radio.

50: what’s an odd thing you collect? - Fabric. I have so much and I don't even use it. But when I see a nice fabric, I get it (if I have money).

51: think of a person. what song do you associate with them? - 'Old Timer Rock and Roll' (probably not the name of it) always reminds me of my dad. One day we were driving in his Jeep, just us two, and I mentioned that I wasn't a fan of the music on the radio. We ended up compromising and that song was the first one on the radio station that we switched to.

52: what are your favorite memes of the year so far? - I am unfortunately not up to date with the memes. Although the ones where it's like "you've mc-ed your last Donald" or "you've ratted your last tatouille" always make me exhale aggressively.

53: have you ever watched the rocky horror picture show? heathers? beetlejuice? pulp fiction? what do you think of them? - None of the above! I've been wanting to watch Heather's though. I just never get around to doing it.

54: who’s the last person you saw with a true look of sadness on their face? - My brother. Not the same one from before.

55: what’s the most dramatic thing you’ve ever done to prove a point? - nothing, sorry. I'm not very dramatic.

56: what are some things you find endearing in people? - when they pour their heart out about a certain subject that they love. I know a lot of people tend to bottle up their opinions but when someone trusts me aniugh to tell me all about it, it's just sorta nice.

57: go listen to bohemian rhapsody. how did it make you feel? did you dramatically reenact the lyrics? - I just sorta spaced out for the first have then did a little dance for the rest of it. I love the line "I see a little silhouetto of a man" and it's more upbeat and the music just makes me dance a little

58: who’s the wine mom and who’s the vodka aunt in your group of friends? why? - bold of you to assume I have a group of friends

59: what’s your favorite myth? - There's this one I heard as a kid that involves a faceless girl on the side of a highway who tries to steal faces.

60: do you like poetry? what are some of your faves? - I can't think of any off the top of my head, but poetry is nice!

61: what’s the stupidest gift you’ve ever given? the stupidest one you’ve ever received? - I don't really remember. I try to only give gifts that are meaningful.

62: do you drink juice in the morning? which kind? - nope! I usually drink milk!

63: are you fussy about your books and music? do you keep them meticulously organized or kinda leave them be? - I usually leave my music to its own devices, but all the books are organized by series and genre.

64: what color is the sky where you are right now? - Blue! Just any other afternoon sky.

65: is there anyone you haven’t seen in a long time who you’d love to hang out with? - My older brother. We don't get to talk much.

66: what would your ideal flower crown look like? - Colorful, with a few white flowers!

67: how do gloomy days where the sky is dark and the world is misty make you feel? - Those are usually the days that I don't feel anything.

68: what’s winter like where you live? - The weather is all over the place. A little snow, then the next day, it's like 60°F. Not even joking. It snowed Friday and Saturday was warm.

69: what are your favorite board games? - Monopoly and Battleship!

70: have you ever used a ouija board? - No, but I really want to. But my dad won't let me.

71: what’s your favorite kind of tea? - I don't really drink tea, sorry!

72: are you a person who needs to note everything down or else you’ll forget it? - Nope. I'll forget it anyway. I usually set alarms for certain things but then I don't do it.

73: what are some of your worst habits? - Biting the inside of my cheek and scratching/pinching my arm when I'm nervous.

74: describe a good friend of yours without using their name or gendered pronouns. - kind, a good listener, talented, and understanding

75: tell us about your pets! - We have four dogs. There's Emrys (the dog I've posted pictures of before), Cirilla (a husky German Shepard mix, very sweet), Cayde-6 (a Rottweiler mix I think, super energetic, loud, and steals food off the counter even when someone is watching), and Freyja (a German Shepard mix, puppy, also very sweet! She knows the phrase 'give hugs' and she always comes with me to take out the trash for whatever reason). I also have a Guinea Pig (who I want to get a friend for because she's lonely, but my parents keep saying no) names Neo.

76: is there anything you should be doing right now but aren’t? - Working on my Someconsious series, cleaning, and probably checking in with some friends.

77: pink or yellow lemonade? - Pink

78: are you in the minion hateclub or Fan club? - Hate club. I don't like them. They're just annoying and bright and their language is stupid to me.

79: what’s one of the cutest things someone has ever done for you? - One of my exes surprised me with a cars and roses out of nowhere. It wasn't Valentines Day, it wasn't my birthday, he just went out of his way to do something nice for me when I was having a rough week.

80: what color are your bedroom walls? did you choose that color? if so, why? - They're a sort of off white. I want to paint them light lavender or pale blue but my parents have only painted the living room and refuse to paint anywhere else for whatever reason. I know we can afford paint, I know we have time. They just stopped caring.

81: describe one of your friend’s eyes using the most abstract imagery you can think of. - Not sure what it means by abstract, but I'll try. Her eyes are similar to the bottom of a small river. The brown in the middle with green rings on the edges remind me of a river I used to go fishing in back in Oklahoma.

82: are/were you good in school? - I'm okay. I have all A's and B's, but I have easy subjects that aren't very hard.

83: what’s some of your favorite album art? - I don't really listen to albums, my music taste is mostly individual songs. Even then I don't really pay attention to the art.

84: are you planning on getting tattoos? which ones? - I want to get a quote of sort on my ankle. Something in another language so I can tell them it means something mysterious and deep when in reality it's the description of a toaster oven that hasn't been cleaned since 1995.

85: do you read comics? what are your faves? - I read a few webcomics if that counts! I like Castle Swimmer a lot! Gay fish bapeys are best fish bapeys.

86: do you like concept albums? which ones? - I don't know what those are, sorry

87: what are some movies you think everyone should watch at least once in their lives? - The Princess Bride and the Last Unicorn. But I'm biased because they're both a part of my childhood.

88: are there any artistic movements you particularly enjoy? - not in particular!

89: are you close to your parents? - I'm only close with my dad. My stepmom can go fuck herself. She just told us that's she'll be making a schedule for the next two weeks because there won't be school. One of the weeks was spring break anyway! We aren't missing much!

90: talk about your one of you favorite cities. - I like Palm Beach in Florida! It's fairly quiet, right next to the ocean, and filled with retired people who are all really nice.

91: where do you plan on traveling this year? - Nowhere, we don't travel much. I really want to go to Florida again though.

92: are you a person who drowns their pasta in cheese or a person who barely sprinkles a pinch? - I don't add cheese at all! It sort of ruins the texture for me. Especially the grated sprinkle cheese stuff l. I hate now it feels.

93: what’s the hairstyle you wear the most? - I just keep my hair down. I don't like it in any other way.

94: who was the last person you know to have a birthday? - My brother. His birthday is today!

95: what are your plans for this weekend? - cry a lot cry some more lose feelings for a few hours draw watch YouTube art videos then try not to yell at my mom like I did last week

96: do you install your computer updates really quickly or do you procrastinate on them a lot? - I just get it over with so I can do whatever needs to be done. Or I schedule it for when I'm not going to be using it.

97: myer briggs type, zodiac sign, and hogwarts house? - INFP-T/Mediator, Scorpio, and Hufflepuff

98: when’s the last time you went hiking? did you enjoy it?- A few weeks ago. And no, I did not enjoy it considering I was supposed to be working on an important project that day.

99: list some songs that resonate to your soul whenever you hear them. - Where We Started, If You're Going Through Hell, and We Like to Numb (a mix of We Like to Party and Numb)

100: if you were presented with two buttons, one that allows you to go 5 years into the past, the other 5 years into the future, which one would you press? why? - Future. In five years I plan on being in college and I want to see what I should be prepared for and if my interests have changed.

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