#promise i'm getting to you top 5 style anon

[justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms]

hello, i'd love to request a matchup for jjk and genshin impact if you have the time!

pronouns: she/her

sexuality: bisexual

zodiac/mbti: sagittarius and infp but to be honest i do not believe in these at all. sorry girlie </3

appearance: i am a lovely kawaii hello kitty princess (east asian) girl of 5'3 stature with light skin. i also have dark brown hair and dark brown eyes which i'm sure is absolutely shocking. my aesthetic is mostly within the soft girl, girly girl, and elegant girl archetypes and you can almost always find me in a pretty dress. also a huge fan of dangly korean-style earrings and glittery pink makeup.

personality: apparently i look very normie and sweet, but that perception of me is quickly shattered as soon as i open my mouth. i retain almost no sense of shame and am not afraid to say something completely insane and out of pocket at a volume loud enough to have me labeled as a public menace. i love to talk and have a wide and varied range of hobbies and opinions that i can discuss at length about; but nothing delights me more than having something happen to me which i can then call 4-5 people in succession to complain about.

i have always been academically driven and push myself to excel in my studies and take on as many extracurriculars as needed to succeed. i'm always the first to voice my opinions, and i like to confront my issues head on and directly, whether that be homework or a conflict with a friend. i have strong ideas for how things should be done, and i value my own independence and autonomy. but i also want a dominant partner so take that as you will ...

in terms of relationships with others, i'm very much anxious-attachment. with people i haven't known for long enough, i consistently seek verbal affirmation they care about me, and i frequently get jealous when my friends get together or get closer without me. i always want to be everyone's number one, or failing that, somewhere within the top five. i'm also the world's most neurotic person ever!!

i would say i'm an introvert when it comes down to it, but i frequently socialize and enjoy going to the occasional party. my first love is peace and solitude, but my second love is spending time with others. i'm always around other people, and i'm always trying to talk to them.

likes and dislikes: i love pretty faces and intelligent, capable people. desserts, shopping, and pretty clothes occupy more of my likes, along with academic validation. i tend to dislike stem subjects, physical exertion, and waking up early.

hobbies: i have chronically online femcel hobbies so i have very good working knowledge of video games, anime, manga, web novels, and a variety of other things. i consider myself a media omnivore and i can watch/read/play almost anything with a plot. and i love to write!

other info: my sense of humor is not to be mentioned in polite company, but i promise it is completely wrecked. every single year i land somewhere in mitski's top 0.1% of listeners. i'm a notorious night owl who sleeps when my roommates wake up, causing me to be late to classes and hangouts much to everyone else's disappointment. my free time is very limited in that i usually have either classes, homework, extracurriculars, or plans lined up every moment of my day. if someone wants to see me, they have to schedule a week in advance and have me put it into my google calendar.

thank you so much for taking the time to read this entire mess lol ...! you are a hero for even doing matchups and i hope your day goes wonderfully. if you asked i would put you into my google calendar btw.

Hi Anon! Thank you for your request! Sorry it took so long. I hope you like your matchups!

In Jujutsu Kaisen, I match you with...

You and Gojo are so similar in so many ways. You’re both very vocal about your opinions and have no filters, saying whatever comes to mind. Being together only makes it worse.

However, that’s not to say you’re always going around causing trouble. Gojo enjoys being able to relax with you in silence as much as you do. With a job as stressful as his, it’s a nice change of pace.

Enjoys going shopping with you. He’s got a good eye for fashion and knows what styles you like so you’re always sure to find at least one new item of clothing to leave with.

I see Gojo as someone who also enjoys playing video games with you. He’s good at multiplayer games but has a preference towards simulators and calming games. He already deals with enjoy chaos on a day to day basis.

Loves going to parties with you! You both bring a whole lot to any event you attend and he enjoys being able to spend time with you in fun, energetic places like parties.

In Genshin Impact, I match you with...

Unlike Gojo, Jean is more likely to balance you out. She’s got to maintain a certain amount of discipline due to her position in the Knights of Favonius so that will inevitably wear off on you.

Very good with verbal affirmation. Jean knows how to rally people around and encourage them to continue doing their best and you’re no different.

I see Jean as someone who has a secret sweet tooth. It’s something she tries to control but if you bring her afternoon tea when she’s had a long day, she’ll be very grateful.

Jean’s also someone who needs a schedule so she’s more than happy to help you organise your day as well. She’ll try to work it so that you both have free time together.

At the end of the day, there’s nothing she likes better than being able to relax with you in silence, away from everyone else. It’s a nice de-stress time for her.

[amporella]

hello! how are you doing today?

also what are your opinions on kenny?

I'm doing really well, ty! And omg, what a question!!

Firstly; I love Kenny, and I did not love him at first, weirdly enough. When I first got into the fandom I was really just enthused about Kyle and Stan in equal amounts, and I really didn't care about most of the other characters (which is now crazy to me, imagining a life where I truly did not gaf about Craig). That started changing around two years ago, around when I actually started getting passionate about K2 (and which came first is really just a chicken and the egg argument), and I have cared for him ever since <3 the Poor Kid also played a really significant role in me loving him, as well as TFBW.

As for fandom portrayals; there are a few Kennys that I really love fanfiction-wise, but honestly, I'm not super passionate about him in fanfiction. That's not to say that I don't like him there, because I do, and I actually don't find a ton of faults with his portrayal in fanfiction nowadays! I hear a lot of complaints about him being portrayed as a womanizer, and I have no doubt that was a Thing - but it just doesn't seem excessively common nowadays, and I'm really not one to dwell on past portrayals as something that needs to be continually addressed in modern fandom. I think I'm really just not excessively passionate about fanfiction Kenny because the fanart for him is just SO insanely good and hard to top (I've had him as my phone background multiple times), and because the Kenny ships I'm legitimately passionate about are all relatively rare in the grand scheme of things - at least compared to the popularity of some of my other ships - so he rarely ends up as a main character in the fics that I consume. Also, he's just so good in the show (and so complex, despite some takes) that it's really difficult to elaborate on him in a way that still feels true to character, especially considering how wordless he is when he's being himself (as opposed to Mysterion/Princess Kenny) - the first time I read SP fanfic I was a little caught off guard by how talkative he generally is in fanfiction, even though he obviously IS relatively talkative in the show - we just never really get to hear exactly what he's saying. I guess my point in this ramble is; I think it’s really hard to nail him!! And probably easier for artists than for writers.

And as for the discourse that's been floating around related to him recently; I don't think Kenny's overrated, but I think that's also partially because I hesitate to call anything in fandom overrated. Like, by what standard is he overrated? By one person's enjoyment of his character? By his screen time? By the amount of words that he's said on screen? It's all incredibly arbitrary, and imo, as long as people are enjoying him and continuing to make content for him, he's not being valued more highly than he deserves, no matter what standard that's being held up to. Besides, Kenny is a legitimate cultural icon, no matter how much of a significant role he plays in the show - when you ask someone what comes to mind when they think of South Park, there is a good chance they will think of that dirty mouthed little orange guy, so even if we were going by his cultural relevance rather than the enjoyment people get out of him when gauging how overrated he is, he STILL wouldn't be overrated. This also kind of leads into my opinion that complaining about a trope/trend in fanfiction is really just pointless if you aren't going to contribute in favor of the trope you prefer, so when I see people talking about how Kenny is overrated and x friendship/ship is better, it's kind of like - okay, yeah, so? What are you going to do about it? If you don't like bunny, or Kenny playing a specific role in fanfiction, then write something in which that trope doesn't occur! It's a lot more productive in the long run, and the alternative ends up coming off as entitled.

Anyway, TLDR; love Kenny, he doesn't deserve controversy, and he is an icon.

Thank you for the ask!!

[monaisdark]

AHHHH! I loved your virgin shiggy post, I was wondering if you could make a part two with reader giving shigaraki a tit-fuck in an empty classroom, with degradation kink, and exhibition kink! I'm sorry if this too horny - Anon ♥♥

haha.. im back i guess. Its been a couple weeks but i have some time to start writing again :)) checking my inbox, i did NOT expect this many people wanting a pt2 to my virgin shiggy post. prolly my fault for holding it off for so long :/ so i made it longer than i planned but count this a thanks for 200+ followers!! <3 anyways i really need to catch up on my inbox but expect more from me !!

➨ paring — Virgin! (not anymore) Tomura Shigaraki x Fem! Bully! Reader

➨ warnings — Sub! Shigaraki, Dom! Reader, mommy kink, slight masturbation, humiliation, degradation, begging, exhibition, tit-fucking, hand-job, cum denial

PART 1

Shigaraki messed up. It’s been a week. A week since you cornered him in a room and took his virginity.

He still remembers what you told him when you left— “Take a shower tomorrow. Also wear a different top for god’s sake. If you do... I might let you touch me.” 

Shigaraki beat himself over for agreeing to it as soon as he got home. You were his bully. One of the people making his school experience even more unbearable than it already was.

Yet he completely was undone as soon as you placed your hands on him, and you knew it. He just didn’t know what you wanted.

Dick? No, you were pretty and popular— you could probably get some from more desirable guys. To bully him? Sure, you said mean things to him during the encounter but the bullying was always around your friends.

For a whole school week, he stayed home. Making up some bullshit to the school that he had the flu. Frankly, he was scared to go. How was he supposed to face you?

Did you tell anyone? Secretly record it? Was he currently the laughing stock of the entire school for begging to continue to fuck you?

But even away from school, you had an effect on him. He’s still a horny guy. Now, jerking off wasn’t the same anymore, not when he had some taste of pussy thanks to you.

Shigaraki would always end up thinking back to you, even with porn he couldn’t get you out of his head. His hands clamping around his cock weren’t the same as your pussy, same with the bodies of other women.

He found himself indulging into mommy kink porn, something he didn’t really get off from before you. Shigaraki pretend it was you talking to him, bouncing onto his lap and letting him touch you.

But after a bit— Shigaraki found it going no where, they weren’t you.

Cursing, he would always finish early. And not in a good way. In a way where he was left unsatisfied. Putting his painfully hard cock back into his sweats and trying to sleep his horny-ness away.

Shigaraki realized he needed you, you talking to him, you around his cock. Now, he regretted not sticking to his word. But he’ll make it up for you.

You were quite mad. Shigaraki hasn’t been to school since that day. How ungrateful, you literally let him put his dick in you and now he ghosts you in real life.

You fully expected him to be at school the next day with the way he begged you to stay, clean and ready for you. So imagine your annoyance in seeing him not show up for several days.

But today was different, the newly ex-virgin actually showed up. To your surprise, he still did more than you expected him to do despite being a week late.

Shigaraki had changed his hoodie to a whole new one, it looked recently bought. As well as his hair, looking more soft than greasy like it typically was. Though he didn’t style it, it still overhanging on his face.

Still, he definitely looked a lot better, not enough for others to notice but enough for you to smirk at your work.

Both of you didn’t interact with each other besides a few glances until lunch. You guys sat on completely different ends of the cafeteria, him sitting in a small corner table while you sat in a large one.

Shigaraki looked fidgety, meekly looking up every few minutes to watch you interact with your friends. He was waiting for school to end, planning to catch you at the same empty classroom you took his virginity in.

Though you had completely other plans.

“Hey, I’ll be right back.” You got up from your table, grabbing your bag from off the floor. “To?” One of your friends asked, not looking up from their phone.

“Some nerd, he’s gonna do my homework we got last period. Apparently, his parents found out he’s been doing our homework and now he's gotta do them during lunch. Gotta make sure they do it right.” You lied through your teeth, hoping they would just back off.

They didn’t look up, instead pulling their homework worksheet out of their binder with one hand, putting it in yours, “Get him to do mine.”

You rolled your eyes, grabbing the paper, “Yeah.” You walked away, crumbling the paper to throw it in the trash. You’ll just say you lost it. Not like they’ll do anything about it.

Narrowed eyes landed on Shigaraki, his eyes currently focused on his phone. You strudded your way to him, smirking to yourself.

Shigaraki almost jumped when he felt something brush against his leg. Looking up, he was met with you sitting down next to him.

“Hey.” You said, placing your bag on the table and putting your last period’s homework on the table.

“You’re good at chemistry, right?” You questioned, shifting through your bag for something to write with.

“...Well— I... um...—“ Shigaraki stuttered, unsure of what was currently going on.

“Great.” You pulled the phone out of his clammy hands, replacing it with a pencil. “...What?” He tilted his head, was this a joke? Did you completely forget about a week ago?

“Hm...? Well, get onto it.” You uttered him on, putting your chin in your hands, eyeing him. Reluctantly, he looked back to paper, beginning to work on it.

After around 5 minutes, you brushed against him even more, getting close to his side. “What does that say?” You pushed yourself further into his side, your chest touching his arms.

Shigaraki cursed himself for already becoming red, he pants tightening around his crotch as last week flashed into his head again.

“Um... m-mole is a unit of measur— Hmph!“ He held back a loud whine when your right hand traveled to his crotch.

“What— what are you doing?” He asked under his breath, holding back small whimpers as you palmed him, “Where have you been?” You questioned sternly, upset he kept you waiting.

“I’m sorry... I got sick.” He bluffed, it was too embarrassing to admit he was scared. With how he left you hanging, he expected people to be laughing at him the moment he stepped onto school grounds.

“Sick? A whole week?” You hummed, you could already tell he was lying. Still, you were proud that he even bothered to make it up to you by fixing himself up.

“With your diet of energy drinks and chips, I’m surprised you’re not dead.” You decided to let it go, he was just nervous to show up.

Yet you think he deserves a bit of punishment.

Shigaraki felt heavy as you teased the zipper of his jeans. He immediately tensed, “Wait— now..?” He saw you narrow your eyes, “Something wrong?”

“There’s people here!” He whispered yelled, flinching as he felt you unzip his jeans ever so slowly, trailing your finger along his exposed boxers.

“So? You’re just some loser in the corner, nobody will notice if you aren’t obvious.”

Shigaraki could already feel pre-cum form at his tip, staining his boxers a bit. You giggled a bit, feeling the dampness of his boxers. “Already?” Shigaraki shook his head, “I... I haven’t came since... that day.”

You laughed a bit louder than you expected to, good thing the cafeteria was already loud. “How sweet of you. Couldn’t get it on?”

Shigaraki focused his eyes on your paper, muffled moans caught at the back of his throat as you freed his cock from his boxers.

Now slowly pumping him, Shigaraki dropped the pen of the table. He wanted to do something with his hands, to touch you.

He moved his hand to your thigh, but of course, you didn’t allow him, “You’re too eager. Get back to work.” You ordered. Shigaraki was about to question you but you stopped him with stroking his cock faster.

Both of you continued this way for a bit, him answering questions with his shaky hands while you jerked him off.

Shigaraki could’ve sworn he felt eyes on him a couple of times, yet every time he looked up, nobody was even batting an eye in his direction.

He could feel his cock twitch at the excitement of being caught. How would they explain one of the most popular girls giving an outcast a hand-job under the table?

As he got to the last question— he was already drooling on the paper, mouth clenched shut to avoid moaning and panting to be let out.

You could tell he was about to cum, the writing on the paper progressively getting sloppier as time went on. “M-mommy...” Shigaraki whispered just enough for you to hear, “Hmm, you want to cum?”

He nodded furiously, he was extremely pent up and needed release. And just as he thought, you were the only one who can give it to him.

Shigaraki whimpered when you pulled away, looking up at the clock and collecting your stuff. “Then after school, room 204. Actually listen and show up when I tell you this time.”

You walked away just in time for the bell to go off, signifying that lunch was over. Leaving Shigaraki, once again, a mess.

Here he was again, feeling nostalgic as you walked into the empty classroom. Shigaraki easily grew again while anticipating this, the tent prominent in his jeans.

“Y’know, good job for showering and changing.” You gave him praise, Shigaraki turning red from your words. “This... this means I can touch you, right?”

You nodded, “Yeah. I actually keep promises.” He ignored the jab at him, it didn’t matter how mean you were— he was going to touch you finally.

Shigaraki awkwardly shuffled towards you, raising his hands up to look at you with wide eyes. He slowly paced a hand on your boobs, trying to see if this was just some test and you’ll get mad at him.

When he didn’t get anything back, he immediately started to dough on your clothed breast, cupping them. Then, he moved to unbutton your shirt, already seeing you thought ahead and took off your bra before coming here.

He fully took off your shirt, not wasting time on latching his mouth onto one of your nipples, both hands playing with your breasts. Shigaraki was basically humping your leg, sucking your nipples like a baby.

You giggled a bit, patting his head. He looked up at you with a clouded look, pure joy in his eyes as he finally got to touch you.

Looking back down at him, another idea popped up— you already took his virginity and gave him his first hand-job, whats another one of his firsts? “Shigaraki, do you want to feel really good?” He unlatched from your nipple, “I can be inside you?”

“No.” He frowned a bit, but perked up when you trailed your fingers on his boxers. “What if I put this,” You pointed at your boobs, “In between these?”

Shigaraki was already down, eagerly sitting on a desk while you got on your knees. He freed his cock, putting it in between your slick pushed together breasts, thanks to his sucking earlier.

You wasted no time on stroking it up and down with your breasts. He moaned feeling the softness of the valley between your chest, your breasts around his cock giving him warmth as you stimulated him.

Shigaraki was definitely feeling great, you even let him bend down and grab your breasts to control the speed of the tit-job.

Though, Shigaraki wanted more. You were giving him all these things, a hand-job, a tit-fuck. He’s been inside you once and he didn’t get to do what he wanted in the first place. To cum inside his mommy.

He feels a knot grow in his lower abdomen, but he doesn’t wanna cum yet. Instead, he pulled himself away from you, much to your confusion.

“What? You literally were about to cum and I was gonna let you!” You groaned, getting up as Shigaraki faced you.

“...Mommy, can I fuck you?”

“No, you didn’t come to school for a whole week. If you really wanted to you would have showed up.”

Shigaraki turned red, sputtering as he held onto your arm, “Please! I just want you cum inside you.” He whined, tears pricking at the chance of not getting to have sex with you after all this time.

You looked at him stoned faced as he begged, even falling to his knees dramatically to add to his desperation. “Fucking virgins, man.”

Shigaraki felt himself be pushed down, your skirt and panties on the floor. You straddled onto his length, moans filling the room quickly.

“Yes! Thank you, thank you, mommy!” Shigaraki thrusted his hips into yours, feeling even more over-joyed when he was allowed to touch your chest while you were on top of him this time.

Shigaraki desperately missed this, now he remembers why his hand didn’t compare to your tight pussy after trying to jerk off. He found his own rhythm quickly, muffled ‘mommy’s due to his mouth on your breasts.

“I’m doing this because you cleaned up, if you didn’t I would’ve left you to your own sad-ass devices already.” You lied, honestly, you hated the idea what he possibly was ignoring you by not showing up to school.

Even then, you’ve grown a bit found of him. His body, his expressions, his voice, everything really. It didn’t bother you as much when you saw his still messy hair, you were just glad to see him.

Though, you’d never admit it. Instead, it showed through the way you were tightening around his cock, panting as he moaned into and out your body. Shigaraki very quickly wrapped his arms around you, both of you on the edge.

“Fuck— Shigaraki. Cum, cum for mommy, okay?” You ordered, Shigaraki more than ready to fulfill it.

“Ah, thank you! Thank you, mommy! I’m gonna cum inside you!” Both of you rided out your highs, Shigaraki filling you so much it started to drip outside your full cunt.

He fell on top of you despite you initially being on top, you wanted to scold him but honestly couldn’t bring yourself to right now.

The room quieted down, the only words being exchanged were by Shigaraki softly muttering “Thank you, mommy.” into your neck

[gaycey-sketchit]

(Gary anon) Eh, game rivals don't usually get the best treatment in the anime and that's a trend that's probably not going to stop soon. Not helped when a lot of people are hoping this new S/V one gets top billing next series. (And in true anime fashion, type advantages jobbing to make something look stronger reign supreme. At least Hatty got two attacks out) It's more like an epilogue, a post-story to the rivalry. Or rather Paul himself. (It's an interesting read, not too far off from)

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(Part 2) (I usually heard from "behind-the-scenes" stuff) Especially when Blastoise is more mobile than ever, wasn't doing that pre-JN. And Hatterene using Dazzling Gleam as a shield like Gengar during Marnie. (Saw quite a bit of Japanese viewers compare to Ash's battle-style. I also some Palletshippers; on both ends, a bit miffed that there wasn't any moments with them here. Besides an congrats, I kinda expected that. But after hearing Gary supposedly watching Goh's battle)

(Part 3) (royale and his reasons why, I'm going to be more disappointed if he doesn't say anything about the PWC by November) We're going to see outrage regardless, it just won't be that. Cynthia losing is going to be a long week. (Subs are out, just mainly Gary and Goh sharing their resolves and getting more of Gary's motives: Apparently Gary's pride almost got him disqualified early on) While I'm still having a hard time calling this a "rivalry" more than mentoring,

(Part 4) I do appreciate how this plotline is helping flesh out Gary more. In a way that OS either half-missed out on or extends upon his Post-Johto growth in a bigger way than AG and DP. (The rivals who were going to be sneaky again actually end up aiding in the capture. Possible raid Dynamax battle foreshadowing) As for Paul, I already know the battle results cause leaks. Let's just say you and me are probably going to be happier with the episode than some people going

(Part 5) into it with expectations that were never promised. But, Paul having these Pokemon weren't coincidental; I'm just more curious on what he has to say. (Oh, and also one Masters matchup is likely known; does not contain Ash or Iris)

Yeah, true. Silver got only a brief cameo, Wally is nonexistent... oh well.

Yeah, at least it got a couple attacks in, that's better than what happened to poor Tyranitar.

That makes sense!

I'll have to take a look at it, I was distracted yesterday and it slipped my mind.

Yeah! It's been made abundantly clear that they've influenced each other over the years. It'd be so interesting for them to face each other in battle again, it's been way too long.

Yeah, I didn't expect much but it would've been nice. It's whatever. And yeah, hopefully he'll acknowledge the PWC, I'd be surprised if he didn't.

Unfortunately. I don't know if the fandom's always been like this and I was just less aware of it or if it's because way too many people hate Journeys but won't stop watching it just to complain (all the respect to people who decided they didn't like it and so stopped watching it) but it's exhausting.

Oh, that's an interesting detail. I appreciate that even as he's grown as a person, his pride is a core character trait that's been retained and can still cause problems. Good character writing there.

Yeah, it definitely feels more like a mentorship than a rivalry. But yeah this plot has been good for Gary's character! I'm glad he was brought back this way, I love what he's got going on.

Hm, interesting.

Oh. I've managed to evade leaks on that so far (though whether I'll be able to continue to do that until next Friday remains to be seen). But should be interesting. Yeah, more curious to hear what he has to say than about battle results anyway.

Oh? That's something. Very curious to see the matchups that happen.

[bunnyywritings]

I'm soft I cant handle angst>∆< Could we have a different route where young pro hero reader accepts shinsou's confession? My heart weeps

misunderstood and unheard [alternate ending]

hitoshi shinso x fem!reader

[a/n: here’s the fluffy ending to【this ask】 thank you for requesting anon! I hope your heart is okay 🥺️ -yours truly, bunny -`ღ´-]

To say he was shocked is a bit of an understatement. He never thought that his work-study application to your agency would be accepted.

You were someone he looked up to, someone he admired. You were a young hero, no more than a couple years older than him and you were already in the Top 5 and had your own agency. You were known because of your quirk. It was very powerful but also seen as villainous. You had a history of never accepting any students for the work-study program, only accepting office interns. So imagine the disbelief on his face when Aizawa had given him the letter. He took it to his room and got comfortable. With fluttering fingers, he shakily ripped open the envelope and tossed it aside. He took a deep breath before carefully unfolding the paper. It was handwritten. You had taken the time to personally hand write him a letter.

‘Dear Hitoshi, I usually don’t take on any students for the work-study program, so I was a little surprised to see your application in my inbox. I decided to take the chance and look it over. Once I saw that you’re currently enrolled at UA, I requested to see footage from your practice matches and the sports festival. You show a lot of promise to become a top hero one day, you’re very talented. As you probably know, I have experience with a quirk like yours and seeing as there’s a lot of very unkind people and unwilling heroes, I would like to inform you that I will gladly accept your application for a work-study. I’m very excited to meet you and help you develop the kind of experience you need to grow as a young hero. I hope you’re ready, your first day starts this Friday at 7am. You’ve already been cleared from class if you decide you want to accept.’

You...you accepted his application...

He hugged his pillow to his chest and buried is red face into it. His heart was racing and adrenaline pumping. He had never been happier in his life. He 100% framed the letter and put it on his wall.

He woke up extra early on the morning of, he just couldn’t contain himself. He had decided to forgo the school uniform and dress in casual clothes, carrying his hero costume in the metal briefcase given by the school. It had definitely improved since his first year, it was simple but it worked. His heartbeat became more erratic as his legs carried him all the way to your agency building. All he could do was stand there, in absolute awe.

“Looks like we were both excited and got here early.” He jumped at the sudden voice beside him, eyes widening as his eyes landed on you. You were dressed in civilian clothes and it took everything in him to not drool. You definitely had style. He blushed when you tilted your head in a confused manner, realizing that he hadn’t responded.

“Y-yeah, sorry. I just c-couldn’t wait s-so...yeah.” He sheepishly scratched the back of his neck.

“Well then, come on in.” You giggled as you unlocked the door and held it open for him, he nervously walked. You followed behind him as he looked around in awe. You never really thought that your agency was anything special but he was looking around like he was in disneyland. People had described your office as very homey. There was an exposed brick interior, all the furniture was vintage looking, a turntable in the corner with a shelf of various different vinyl discs beside it. He felt like he was in his dream bedroom.

“Alright then, Hitoshi.” He turned to you, cheeks still pink. “Time to suit up.” The wink you gave him made his face burn. It was going to be a long day.

Going on patrol with you just made his adoration and pride for you grow. You had posed for pictures, did countless autographs, and even went out of your way to make a tik tok or two with some kids. There was no wonder why your social ranking was so high. Other than that, it was pretty uneventful. There was some guy trying to rob a convenience store while the both of you made your way back to the agency.

“Why don’t you take this one Hitoshi-kun.” You patted his shoulder encouragingly.

“Are you sure?” He cocked an eyebrow at you.

“Yeah, I fully believe in you.” Your smile is what filled him with courage.

He calmly approached the robber, “Sir are you sure you want to be doing that?”

“Of course! Now leave me alone you wannabe hero!” The second that shout left the man’s mouth, he froze. Eyes going blank.

You watched with your arms crossed, a small smile on your lips.

“Now why don’t you drop the weapon and put your arms around your back.” The man moved stiffly as he did what he was told. Shinso turned to you, eyes asking what he should do next. You unhooked a pair of handcuffs from your belt and tossed them to him. He caught them with ease and slapped them onto the man’s wrist.

After handing the robber off to the proper authorities, you both made your way to your agency. Ordering some lunch and eating it in your office.

“It must’ve been difficult for you.” His eyebrows furrowed slightly. “Growing up with a quirk like that.” After your clarification, he nodded somberly. Unpleasant memories resurfacing.

“All my life, I had been told my quirk was villainous. People were scared that I would take advantage of them, no one would talk to me...and sure things are a little different now but I still feel like no one truly gets it.” He didn’t know why he was being so honest but he felt like he could be honest with you.

“I truly understand how you feel. My own parents disowned me, they were disgusted by my quirk. My classmates were always terrified of me. They’d tell me that, even if I ever got to be a hero that I’d give the person I’m trying to save a heart attack. Even now as a pro, I get slandered in the press or while on patrols. I get called a demon, heroes like Endeavor are trying to kick me from the hero association.” His eyes widened as he listened to you talk, he could hear the tinge of pain in your voice.“Trying to navigate life alone is hard, I’ve been alone all of my life. When I saw you in the sports festival, the way people reacted to your quirk, I felt for you. I know what it feels like so I thought I’d-” Before you finished, a siren went off in your office.

“Well, looks like lunch time is over.” You smiled sympathetically at him. “Let’s go.“

After helping fend off a villain and having you throw yourself in front of him to protect him, the two of you made your way back.

“Uhm there’s a locker room down the hall. You can shower before heading back to your dorm.” You smiled but he could see you were tired. Right before you guys could leave, Endeavor had some interesting choice words for you and him. You were quick to defend him from the current number 1 hero instead of defending yourself. He felt bad. It was only his first day and you had to protect him from a villain and defend him from the sharp tongue of Endeavor. He nodded and grabbed his bag, making his way to the locker room.

“What do you want Enji? Didn’t you already get enough earlier?”

“Don’t run your mouth brat. I’m here to drop off paperwork for the damage you caused.” The stack of papers he tossed thumped against your desk and you got up and crossed your arms, scoffing.

“The damage I caused? I think you’re confused Enji because last time I checked, my quirk didn’t cause someone’s house to catch fire.” You went to reach for the stack of paper but he caught your wrist in a vice grip and pulled you closer to him.

“Don’t think that you’ll ever get to the top (y/n), I’ll always be there to kick you down.”

You chuckled, although it came off as more of a grimace. “That’s not very plus ultra of you Enji...you forget. Not everyone’s goal is to get to the top to try and revive any broken ego we have. Some of us are here to actually help people.” That didn’t please him as he shoved you away.

“I’ll be seeing you around (y/n).” He threatened. Shinso frowned as he watched Endeavor stomp out of the building, turning to you and seeing you rub our red wrist.

“Is everything okay?”

“Hmm? Oh yeah, he just dropped off some paper work.” He approached you and softly took you wrist in his hand, thumb gently running over the slight hand print he left behind.

“Did he-?”

“It’s okay Toshi-kun, it’s nothing.” The smile on your lips was convincing enough for him to drop the topic. “Now, why don’t you head back and get some rest. I’ve got some paper work to do.”

“I can help you with that.”

“Oh no, Toshi you should really go and get some rest.” You shook your head.

“Please, let me help you out. If I’m gonna be a hero, I should learn how to properly do paperwork, right?” He smiled, trying to convince you.

“Okay fine. Go put on a record and I’ll order us some more food.”

Over the next couple of hours, the two of you ate, did paperwork, danced around to whatever record was playing and just goofed around. After a bit, he had fallen asleep while resting his head on the desk.

“I told you to go home and rest.” You whispered, shaking your head. Picking up your phone, you sandwiched it against your cheek and shoulder as you placed your jacket over his shoulder.

“Hey Aizawa, your kid fell asleep while doing paperwork...yeah, I know...well I don’t mind keeping him here. I wasn’t really planning on heading home anyways...of course...thanks Shota.” After you hung up, you pushed Shinso’s hair back. “Sweet dreams Toshi.” You placed a soft kiss against his forehead. He tried hard to fend off the smile threatening to stretch his lips.

After that, the work-study lasted for 3 more months.

“Let’s go out.”

“H-Huh?” He stuttered, looking up from the paper work the both of you were doing.

“To commemorate your last day. Let’s go eat, it’s almost time to clock out anyways.“ He agreed and the both of you decided to go get some ramen. He couldn’t help but feel like this was a date. He knew it wasn’t but a boy could dream. As the both of you ate, he reminisced about spending so much time with you.

“I’m gonna miss you Toshi-kun.” Your sudden confession made his heart skip a beat. “I like having you around.” He paused, standing under a sakura tree that the two of you walked under.

“Is everything okay?” You asked as you turned around, standing in front of him.

“I-I need to be h-honest with you (y-y/n).”

“Oh okay, go ahead.” You smiled sweetly at him, trying to ease his worry.

“I think-I think I’m in l-love with you. You make me feel like I’m not alone and the things I experienced are valid. Y-Your smile makes my heart skip a beat and-and I’ve never really felt this way about anyone before...so uh y-yeah.” He did everything in his power to avoid looking in your eyes. He grew disheartened at your silence, taking it as a rejection. That was until he felt your fingertips on his cheek. He looked up, eyes widening at the timid smile on your lips and the blush on your cheeks.

“Took the words right out of my mouth Toshi.” Your soft voice was music to his ears. “I’m a little bit surprised that you uh-well that you like me.” You pulled away from him, he instantly missed your warm touch against his skin. “I didn’t think you’d return the feelings..that you’d think I-I was too old for you.” He was so shocked that he couldn’t help the chuckle that left his lips.

“S-Sorry, I don’t mean to laugh. It’s just...how could I no like you? Look at you.” He smirked at how your cheeks deepened a shade of red, the fact that he could make you so flustered fueled his confidence as he approached you, moving until he was inches from your face.

He leaned down, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. “Do I make you nervous, (y/n)?” His deep voice sent chills down your spine

“D-Don’t do that Toshi-kun...you’re gonna make my heart burst.” You placed your hands against his chest, softly pushing him away. He quickly held your wrists in place so you couldn’t move.

“Can I kiss you (y/n)?” You bit your lip, silently nodding. He released your wrist and moved to cup your cheek in his soft yet slightly calloused hand. His thumb moving to tug your lip from in between your teeth, caressing it softly. “You’re so beautiful.” This caused your cheeks to heat up once more.

“S-hut up...are you gonna kiss me or-mph!” He cut you off mid shout, the feeling of his lips against yours made the butterflies in your stomach to go crazy. He couldn’t help but grin into the kiss as he finally felt you reciprocate.

Both of you moved your heads to deepen the kiss but ended up bumping noses instead. Both of you jumping away from each other, breathless giggles leaving your lips.

“Come on, we should get going.” You grabbed his hand and intertwined your fingers with his.

He was so gonna brag about this to Denki.

[rhythmloid]

I've never played Bloodborne (my bro bought Dark Souls instead 😔) but your blog really makes me want to try it out... I'm afraid I wouldnt be able to follow or understand the story well, but it looks awesome from all the stuff you rb! I wanna know who Mikolash is and why he hoots when he jumps in mirrors

OMG bloodborne is such an amazing game. Even after 5-6 years now it still holds up so well. The play style is much faster than dark souls so you’ll have to get used to that. But it’s such an amazing story, I envy you because I want to play it for the first time all over again. Don’t be afraid to look up videos on the lore. Because the game won’t spoon feed you the plot, it takes some time looking at item descriptions and talking to people, and just noticing changes in the ennvironment as well as many playthroughs to get even an idea as to what happened in Yharnam.

I actually got into Bloodborne almost 2 years ago! And even made a discord server! It’s easily become one of my top 3 games of all time and I can’t recommend it enough. I believe last time I checked bloodborne was on sale DLC included but that was about a week ago. But it was worth every penny (except I got mine for free during one of those monthly free ps plus games and I spent 20$ on the dlc). If I got this game at full price I wouldn’t have regretted it at all. I might actually just buy the game since it’s only on psplus for me.

Now I’m gonna say some things for you to keep in mind if you ever wanna play:

No one is 100% innocent. Every character is a fuck up. And that’s what makes it fun!

Look in every nook and cranny and I promise you will find something new. I find something new and exciting every time I play.

Don’t get too frustrated, it’s ok to ask for help, ESEPCIALLY if it’s your first time. This game plays way differently than dark souls and the combat system is different. Everything you know about dark souls combat you kinda have to toss out the window. (It’s not 100% different but it takes getting used to)

And finally, have fun anon :) you’re in for a fun ride with beasts and that’s it, there’s totally nothing hiding under the surface, no siree just killin’ beasts and cleansing the streets :)

I’m so happy you want to get into this game anon!!! It makes me feel good getting people into the things I like!

Happy Hunting~! 🐺 🎩 🔪 🪓

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I always wonder since you read a lot of fics (like me) can you name your top 5 or top 10??? I'm so curious 😣😣

Oh anon, this is so hard for me to answer. I’m always so impressed by people who can just spout off their favorite 5 fics. I don’t think I can narrow it down like that! There are a bunch of the “classics” that I love but I feel like they get reccd so often. So, I’m going  to try and list some fics I’ve read recently that I love and that are by people who are (hopefully) still active in this fandom.  As a side note, almost all of these authors have multiple fics I loved….if you like these, check out the rest of them!

My Recently Read Top 10

Lambing Season by @helloamhere (M, 25k)

“Shut up,” Louis says, an involuntary grin tugging at his mouth. It’s not every boy who will stand in the middle of a cold barn in a suit and play musician trivia. “I’m Louis.”

//lambing season brings sleep deprivation, noisy alarms, cold barns, demanding animals, and warm strangers.

The Road Less Travelled By by @freetheankles (E, 98K)

Louis was a lumberjack happy to be living his life alone in what could qualify as Middle Of Nowhere, Canada.

Every morning, he went out into the woods, cut his logs, then came home at dusk to a scalding hot shower and a good book by the fireplace. Rinse and Repeat. He had a good life, quiet and peaceful; simple. Not a secluded one as Niall annoyingly claimed.

Louis certainly didn’t need some chatty trespasser dropping into his life, his forest, his home. Invading his space, his circle of friends, touching his stuff, asking questions about his husband. His late husband.

A trespasser who wasn’t supposed to crawl under his skin, occupy his thoughts, and steal his heart from where Louis had locked it safely away, only to put it right back on Louis’ sleeve — where it once laid.

No, Louis definitely didn’t need Harry.

just call me inspiration by @hereforlou (E, 52K)

The truth is Louis knows he’s going to hell, if there is such a thing, but it isn’t because he writes erotic fiction for a living. If anything, it’s because his muse, the reason he’s inspired to write about people shagging in increasingly creative ways everyday, is the sweetest, loveliest, most genuine (and completely oblivious) future children-book illustrator in the world.

(Or, the one where Louis is a writer, Harry is an art student, and they inspire each other in very different ways.)

bloodsport by @twofiveohfive (E, 40K)

“You know how our next game is against the Cardinals, right? You remember how vicious those guys can get. I wanted us to come up with some plays, maybe work on a block from the left—”

Louis stops when he hears a chuckle.

He doesn’t think he’s said anything particularly funny, so he turns to Harry, waiting for an explanation.

“‘S funny, ‘s all.” Harry throws his finished bottle somewhere near the other discarded ones. “This is the first time you’re talking to me in eight months, and it’s still about football.”

where your lips land by BriaMaria / @briannamarguerite (E, 12K)

A love story told through Louis’ tattoos.

… or the Tyler Knott Gregson-inspired AU where Louis is a poet who lives in Montana and Harry is a photographer passing through.

From the poem: “I put new ink where your lips have landed/I cover your kisses with reminders” – TKG

Promise in the Sky by Throwthemflowers / @hazzabeeforlou (E, K)

AU in which Harry Styles, a naïve, repressed, socially awkward Midwestern highschooler tries to navigate his fundamentalist evangelical parents and radically progressive older sister. He’s doing an okay job of this until the Tomlinson family starts attending Lakeside Baptist Church and a boy named Louis changes everything. Harry is forced to come to grips with his true self when Louis becomes more than just his best friend; but their relationship opens a can of worms and sends them on the most painful, heartbreaking journey of their young lives. They risk everything and nearly lose, and Harry learns that perhaps only one Bible verse is true: that perfect love casteth out fear.

For Reasons Wretched and Divine by @indiaalphawhiskey (E, 95K)

Ten years ago, Harry Styles was just a nerdy kid with one friend and a debilitating crush on the captain of his school’s football team. He thought the stars were smiling down on him the day he and Louis Tomlinson were paired for their end-of-term Literature project. But because Harry’s life is decidedly not a fairytale, the budding friendship quickly leads to the least happy ending of all time.

Now, Harry Styles is a household name. Barely twenty-seven with two Grammy nominations to his name, the singer-songwriter is poised to take the music industry by storm with his highly anticipated third album. So, what happens when the best producer in the business is also the only person Harry’s vowed never to speak to again?

An AU in two parts. Two boys, two stories, and hopefully, two chances at love.

precious little thing by mercutionotromeo (E, 21K)

Reason #10 - Curiosity

Niall grins deviously and hits “make call”, putting his phone on speaker. They lean in close to peer down at the screen, heads knocking lightly together. Dull rings reverberate quietly around the room and mix with the monotonous buzz of the lights. It rings for a while - maybe six or seven times - then the other line picks up.

There’s a slow, steady inhale, and a low voice purrs, “Hi, sexy.”

Jesus - this guy has barely said two words, and both of them have made Harry’s cock twitch in his jeans. That’s not even getting to what those words are, and why he’s saying them, and how Harry’s stomach is dropping into his shoes at the mere thought of him saying… other words. Words like “cock”, and “please”, and “come”.

Also known as: a university AU featuring phone sex operator Louis, copious amounts of sweet, soft kink discovery, and Louis being Harry’s Daddy.

I’ll Be Your Love Tonight by dinosaursmate / @catfishau

“I don’t know how I’m ever going to walk away from you.”“So don’t.” Harry ran a fingertip over Louis’ thigh. “Stay with me.”-It’s the summer of 1999 and Louis Tomlinson has been abandoned at a house party. A dispute over Smirnoff Ice and several night buses later, Louis is unsure how he’ll ever walk away from this lovely, curly-haired boy.

everything suspended by @louisandthealien

It’s 8:50 when Zayn pops his head around the corner of Harry’s cubicle.

“Dude, I really can’t talk right now. If I don’t finish this report—“

“You hear about that plane crash?”

Harry stops short. “— what?”

“Louis works in that area doesn’t he?”

“What?” Harry’s hand is frozen in midair, halfway towards scratching his neck.

“Yeah, some plane just rammed into one of the Twin Towers, I guess. Ben is—“

Harry’s blood doesn’t run cold and his heart doesn’t skip a beat. The wind isn’t knocked out of him and his stomach doesn’t drop.

He’s mostly just confused.

You can also check my larry fic rec and my fic rec tags to see other fics I reccommend!

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Nerf Gun War.

Nerf Gun War.

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Ethan Choi x Reader.

Requested by: 2 Anons.

Ethan Choi x Reader having a nerf gun fight.

I love the Atwater storeis. He really needs som kind of loving this season. Although I love my chexton, may I have request a ethan x reader with th continuation of the nerf fun fight. thank you in advance. 

Five times Ethan was attacked by Y/N, One time Ethan got Y/N back.

Warning: fluffy, playful relationship, a bit cursing. I wanted to try something new so I'm do this in 5+1 style.

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1.

Rounding down the corner, Y/N silently checked if the coast was clear, before doing a roll to hide behind the counter in the kitchen. Grabbing the nerf gun, that she had stuck on top of the small cabinet that held all the pots and pans, and silently made her way over to find her boyfriend.

Ethan was sitting on the couch watching TV, waiting for Y/N to wake up, he was about to take a drink of his coffee, when suddenly he heard. "ATTACK!" from the one and only Y/N, before attempting to hide from the nerf gun bullets.

"Y/N!" Ethan yelled as he dove for cover, he army crawled his way over getting his own nerf gun. Letting out a loud laugh he turned and began to fire off, he heard a small shriek. "You're not gonna get away with this!" he yelled.

You let out loud laugh. "That's what you say, but clearly I have the upperhand right now!" you yelled back. Giggling, you left to hide in one of the other cupboards to get more of your ammo, and grab another nerf gun.

"Can't hide from me, baby!" Ethan yelled. You just silently giggled. Surprsing him once more you popped out and began shooting at him and then took off to one of your other secret hiding places.

Ethan just laughed as he continued to look for you and hoping he can defeat you in the small war the both of you had started.

2.

Ethan let out a small sigh as he entered his apartment. Y/N had left early from her shift, so he came back home alone, he can smell the delicious food that was being cooked, and made his way towards the kitchen. "Babe?" he called out.

Y/N was hiding in her small secret compartment, she held two small nerf guns, and then held two more in her small holster, Y/N pressed an ear against the cupboard and heard Ethan's steps further away, so quietly she opened the small door, and got out, and began to crawl, she reached the corner of cabinet and checked in the coast was clear, suddenly she heard shuffling from the other side so she quickly rolled away.

"Babe!" Ethan called.

Y/N smiled and just as Ethan rounded the corner, you let out a giggle that can only be heard as an evil laugh. "Welcome home baby." you greeted as you began to shoot. Ethan quickly dove for cover and you can hear him laugh.

"One day Y/N, I'm gonna get you back." Ethan laughed as he got his own nerf gun and turned to begin shooting at you, you giggled and jumped out the way and rolled and took off running in hopes to hide somewhere and keep shooting him.

"Never!" You yelled back, giggling loudly, as the playful war continued.

3.

Y/N was currently smiling widely as she heard the shower turn off, standing by their bedroom door, she silently waited for him to get out, so she can once again ambush and defeat him, once and for all.

It's been weeks that the small nerf gun fight had begun and so far, Y/N's been winning. and honestly Ethan was starting to beging that Y/N is lowkey a spy.

Ethan began to dry his hair as he got out of the shower, and then wrapped another towel around his waist. Just as he had opened the door, Y/N began to laugh maically, and began shooting. "Holy shit, babe!" he yelled as he ran for cover.

"Surprie motha effer!" You yelled, laughing loudly.

Ethan checked under the bed, and found his nerf gun that he had hidden there, and waited to heard for when you began to reload, quickly standing up, he began to shoot, you looked up and quickly dove for cover and waited for him to run of ammo, checking if it was clear, you smiled when you notcied when saw Ethan in his naked glory.

"Well that's a delicous sight to see." You purred, Ethan smirked and looked towards where you were.

"Like what you see?" Ethan asked back. Giggling you nodded and began to round off your ammo, Ethan just chuckled and walked over to you. "Why don't we pause the game for a bit and have a little fun of your own." he asked huskily.

Abandoning your nerf gun you walked over to him, taking off his shirt to reveal nothing underneath, Ethan smirked and pulled you in for a kiss. "God, you're perfect." he muttered.

"I know I am." You replied. Ethan just chuckled and lifted you up and threw you on the bed.

4.

There was one time where the game was getting a little out of hand, and became a girls vs boys battle.

Ethan had invited the others over for a small dinner, to relax after such a high tensed day. There was a major crash that had happened and he had seen Y/N take off with the paremedics, on the helicopter, and hadn't seen her since they finished their shift.

"So Choi, how's the small nerf gun war with Y/N, going?" Will asked, smirking.

Rhodes also smirked and turned to Ethan, he let out a small sigh and shook his head. "I swear Y/N is either a spy, or has seen so many action movies, that would explain how she actually knows what's going on." Ethan explained.

"So she's winning?" Noah asked, chucklng a bit.

"I don't even know how she does it, she has secret hiding places everywhere, once she runs out of ammo in one gun she quickly disappears for a bit and comes out with more." Ethan said, refilling his drink.

Just as he was about to sip of his drink, and nerf dart hit his head and he quickly turned to hear Y/N's, Nat's April's and Sarah's giggling. "Babe!" he yelled. Just then all of then sudden all the guys were being attacked by the girls.

"Take cover!" Noah yelled as all the guys stood up and rushed to hide behind somewhere.

"Choi, where do you hide your stuff." Will asked, hiding behing the small couch.

Ethan looked around for his secret compartment, and lifted the rug up and grabbed the nerf guns he had hidden there. "Here." he said, passing them all the nerf guns. Noah grabbed one and began to move closer to where the girls were shooting.

"Fall back!" Ethan heard Y/N yell to the girls. He peeked out to make sure that the coast was clear.

"Alright, let's go." Ethan ordered. The guys all chuckled and decided to part to take out the girls.

This continued one for about three hours, and the final two standing were Ethan and Y/N. "Seriusly guys this was epic." Noah eagerly said as he wrapped an arm around his sister. The others laughed and nodded as they waited to see who would win, from the couple.

Y/N was rounding the corner when she noticed Ethan quickly reloading his ammo, smiling you finally began to shoot him, elminating him. cheering loudly, you attacked Ethan in a hug as he let out a loud groan when he saw that you had won.

"Are you sure you aren't a spy, baby?" Ethan asked.

You giggled and shook your head. "I swear I'm not, I just enjoy watching a lot of action movies."

Ethan just chuckled and stood up, his hands grabbed the back of your thighs and lifted you a bit more up as he gave you a piggy back ride back to the living room where the others were.

"So who won?" Sarah asked.

"Who run the world?" You asked.

April smirked. "Girls!" she yelled. You eagerly nodded and bounced over to them as you all began to celebrate. Ethan and the others just laughed and watched them all sing Beyonce's song.

5.

Y/N was sure that Ethan was upping his game, so that only meant that Y/N had to get smarter and a bit more faster than her boyfriend. Silently Y/N entered the apartment, making sure that no sound was made, she quickly dropped her bag, took off her coat, and scrubs.

Just as Y/N began to tip toe to where she knew she had her nerf guns hudden when she heard a small thud close by. Quickly she dove behind the couches, and quickly army crawled, letting out a small hiss when you felt a rug burn.

"Babe?" Ethan called. You smiled when you him at the kitchen, so quickly you made your way towards the hall, where you found a small camoflauge door and opened it. You managed to close the door, just in ime to hear Ethan walk by past you.

"Baby are you showering?" Ethan called out. Giggling silently, you grabbed your big nerf guns and grabbed enough ammo to reload, once you had everything ready, you left your small base, and silent tip toes towards the living room.

"I'm not showering!" You yelled, ducking bck down and reaiming your gun in sniper position, smiling you waitied for him to appear, but he took you by surprise when he began shooting, taking cover, you decided to wait till he used up all his ammo, or maybe even pause to take a chance.

Once he did pause, you quickly began shooting and ran towards another place to hide, you let out a loug giggle when you heard Ethan shoot right behind you and missed. "Hi babe, I'm home." you greeted as you dove for cover.

"Good day at work?" Ethan asked as he took cover since you began to shoot.

Giggling you nodded to yourself. "Yeah." you replied. "Are we some on Mr. and Mrs. Smith level now?" you teased.

You heard Ethan laugh from where you were hiding. "Yeah, I guess we can say that."

The both of you continued to challenge each other, until finally you shot Ethan down twice and cheered in victory. Ethan laughed and made his way over to you, jumping into his arms, you pulled him down and gave him a long steamy kiss.

"Hey there baby." You greeted once again, smiling up at him.

Ethan smirked. "The next round, I'm going to win, just watch." he promised.

You giggled and shrugged. "Bring it on Choi." you replied. Ethan just chuckled up and picked you up bridal style and took you the bedroom, all the way to the bedroom, you were just laughing and giggling and letting out occasional moans when Ethan decided to tease you a bit.

+1.

It was about a week later when you and Ethan decided to have one last battle, and you didn't even know. Ethan had been preparing for this attack. He woke up around 5:30 am, claiming that he wanted to go for a small workout, in the small gym in the apartment.

"No." You whined. "Stay."

Ethan just chuckled and got up, he leaned down and kiss your forhead. He was about to leave the room, when he looked back to the bed and noticed that you already wrapped yourself around the pllow he slept on and snuggled closer to his side of the bed, smiling he left the room and prepared his plan of attack.

He's decided that it was time to bring out the big guns, literally and figurtively. He walked towards his gym room and grabbed the biggest nerf guns he owned and grabbed two of them, and then grabbed another two small nerf guns and ammos.

It was about 9 am when Y/N finally woke up. She let out out a small whine and sat up, she let out a small shiver when she felt the coolness hit her bare chest, she searched for one of Ethan's shirt, and put it on. She trudded her way towards the kitchen to get a drink of water when suddenly nerf bullets began to fire off

"Ethan!" You shrieked, diving for cover. Ethan began to laugh and you just let out a small huff, crawling to your hiding spots, you checked if you had anymore nerf guns in there and you only found the small ones, grabbing them, you peeked to see if you can cover for yourself to make it to your other spots.

"Ready to give up babe? I know you didn't stock back up on your ammo and guns." Ethan teased.  

"Shut up, babe!" You yelled. Exhaling you quickly stood up and began shooting, quickly making your way to your next hideout, you can hear Ethan laugh while you struggled in not getting hit.

This went for about twenty minutes, not getting hit, until you sighed and took off Ethan's shirt to surrender. Ethan smiled and chuckled when you stood up, pouting. "Victory, is mine." he cheered.  

Rolling your eyes, you put his shirt back on and made your way over to him. "Yeah, yeah, well I've been winning the last games we've played so have you really won it all." you teased.

Ethan chuckled and pulled you closer to him. "Morning baby."

You smiled. "Well morning handsome, since you finally won head back to the room and I'll bring you breakfast."

"My my, if that was going to be my prize, I would've tried my hardest on winning." Ethan teased.

Pushing him away you laughed. "Just go to bed, I'll bring us breakfast." you told him.

"Fine." Ethan said he kissed you once more, and you left to make breakfast, later, he smiled when the both of you sat on bed and talked about possibly looking for a paintball range to upgrade from the nerf guns.

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I loved the nerf gun scene so much. :) 

Masterlist.  

[the-revisionist]

Hi! Just to say, I LOVE your fics! Could you possibly write Things you said on New Year's Eve for Caroline and Gillian? If that's not a good one, then literally any of them will do I'm sure you'll write it perfectly! Thank you

Anon, hope you’re still reading…thank you for kind words and the prompt! Sorry this took longer than anticipated! 

This is a companion piece to “Completely Undressed and Mostly Sober in the South of France.”  @farminglesbian had suggested a continuation of that in some way and since she controls the Lesbian Empire on the European Continent in an Unspecified Rural Location Where They Are Inclined to Wear Lederhosen I must obey or I may never be allowed in Europe ever again.  

This story is a bit of an exercise in style. For dialogue I did not use traditional quote marks. So, you know, it might work, it might not, it’s OK and you can say so, I’m a big girl and I have a lot of wine at the ready, but please don’t be a twat about it. 

This one is post-series 4. 

faithful misrepresentations

i. it’s time to get the brioches

At 5 a.m. on New Year’s Eve, she apologizes for not shaving her legs.

The morning, blue and black with jagged frost etched across a darkened windowpane, rests at the edge of Caroline’s mind. It’s so terrifyingly early that she doesn’t really want to know the time but cracks open a reluctant eye anyway; the bedroom’s digital clock coolly burns a 5:05 on the inside of her eyelids, the blunt serifs morph into an SOS and she thinks, good God, I am awake at 5 in the morning, this is what I get for sleeping with a farmer. Because Gillian stirs warm and restless against her, driven by the undeniable rhythm of blood that always has her racing against the sunrise and who, because she is apparently the master of not only the unwanted spontaneous confession but also the truly baffling nonsequitur, opts not to say good morning but rather randomly and needlessly apologizes for not shaving her legs before this, their trip to France.

Blind as a kitten, Caroline reaches for her and, half-asleep through a tangle of warm limbs, hones in on her calf; the soft hair tickles, the solid muscle undulates, the raspy glory of skin warms Caroline’s palm. There is a scar on this calf, invisible in the dark but vivid in her mind as a distinct but delicate comet tracing a pale horizon. It was, Gillian told her, caused by a jutting, broken spoke on a wheelbarrow.

That’s when I learned not to do farm work while wearing shorts, she had said.  

Caroline replies to the apology by mumbling don’t mind into a pillow; sleepiness translates it into dun mime. She’s cresting the wave back into sleep when she realizes that Gillian is not moving, not rising out of bed with a stretch and a groan and a curse word. Which is odd, because Gillian likes routine. Every morning they’ve been here she’s up before the sun, making herself tea, reading for a bit, and then walking a mile to the village to fetch brioches from a baker amusedly tolerant of an Englishwoman who flirts with her grown son and insists on conversing in rusty French. By the time she returns the brioches are stone cold but she revives them in the oven, makes coffee, and wakes up Caroline by cannonballing onto the bed like a kid on holiday. Winter clings to her skin and clothes but her morning kiss is persistent and sweet and like waking into a warm, summery daydream and not a chilly old French farmhouse lacking proper heat.

She forces herself into a higher level of coherence, clears her throat, firms up a question: You’re not getting up?

Not yet, comes the reply.  

In the dark she aims badly for Gillian’s forehead and gently smashes her palm against a nose.

Are you sick?

No. It’s just—we don’t have much time left. Here, I mean. Want to enjoy it.

They return home the day after tomorrow.

By staying in bed as long as possible, Gillian adds as needless clarification.

Under two blankets and a comforter movement is heavy and surreal, a sluggishly sensual underwater ballet. The blankets move as Gillian slides on top of her, exposing Caroline’s shoulder to a rousing chill, which is briefly warmed by Gillian’s mouth before moving along the inlet of the collarbone toward her breast. She spreads her legs, Gillian settles in between them and presses into her, and even though it’s all so new between them—so wonderfully new, she thinks, as Gillian traces the inside of her thigh—she identifies the variance in tempos and moods better now and knows this time will be slow and sweet and hopefully she won’t bang her skull against the quasi-antique headboard again.

You’re giving up brioches for me?

Nah. I’ll get ’em later. Just delaying gratification, as it were.

So—how delayed is gratification when all you’re doing is merely sublimating it with another pleasure?

Even though they can barely see one another in the porous dark, a bluish outline of morning light traces the contours of Gillian’s face and hair and Caroline can see a hitch of expression, a shift of lines as she smiles.

Shut up, you, she says.

ii. continental beauty

For one horrible aching moment—while wiping down a quartz countertop aged to such an extent that it looks as if it’s survived a hundred years of everyday bacchanals, and this is why housework is dangerous and housewives go mad, she thinks, it sets the mind loose to dwell on so much of life’s chaotic cruelty—Caroline realizes that she never had this opportunity with Kate, that is, a long romantic getaway and not just a mucky weekend at a nearby hotel. Even on that modest level she fucked it up nearly beyond repair. Even on vacation with her husband of eighteen years always she felt—she knew—she was a fraud, nothing but a character in one of his novels. Maybe it’s a sign; maybe it means something. Here in this farmhouse in the Rhone Valley hundreds of miles away from home, she waits for the shoe to fall into a dreaded Grand Canyon of unspecified anxiety.

They spent months not talking about what they needed to talk about. It was easy enough to blame a host of things for this: demanding work schedules involving obstreperous students and sheep, parenting thickheaded boys, coparenting a toddler with a knobhead whose taste in women was obviously on the decline, a bountiful supply of excellent wine from a beautiful young woman who simply would not go away, and complete, sheer cowardice. Acceptance of the status quo has always come easily to Caroline, particularly in this instance because she was getting good wine and properly laid on a regular basis—thus her mother’s interrogations and condemnations, her secretary’s prurient questions (“You have it off with Brokeback Shepherd yet?”), and generally everyone’s bewilderment and clumsy emotional tap-dancing around the subject were all easily ignored.

Then last month, during one of those boisterous family dinners where, as was not uncommon, Gillian looked at her in an indescribably aching way—followed by a self-chastising frown, slight shake of the head, and a protective hunch of her shoulders that seemingly closed off any possibility of rapprochement—Gary announced to all present that renovations to his vacation home in France were finally complete. During this interminable period he had gone from referring to the house as a chateau to deeming it a money pit. It was actually an eighteenth-century stone farmhouse, its interior now as rustically authentic as one envisioned by a nouveau riche entrepreneur from Yorkshire, and Caroline twitchingly recalled Gillian’s proposal earlier in the spring—that they would go there for a few days during the summer and work shit out. But summer ripened and withered away and the promise, representing everything that was seemingly lost between them, lingered bitterly.

After dinner Caroline stood in the doorway of Gillian’s kitchen observing their motley, contented family—Raff playing Legos with Calamity and Flora, Lawrence attempting to show his grandfather and Gary how to play Halo Wars 2 on an Xbox, and Celia, post-two glasses of wine, going on about the life of the theater to the clearly bored yet admirably patient Ellie. She felt Gillian’s presence at her side—churning and restless as a spoon stirring a pot, staring at her feet, then a lamp, then her son, and finally fixing that burning gaze of hers on the woman next to her while the back of her hand glided over Caroline’s knuckles, thus causing the latter to force out a surprising hybrid of a squeak and a gasp.

Let’s—let’s do it, she said. Come with me to France.

Five minutes later they were purchasing plane tickets on the mobile.

Five days into this trip she has learned many things about Gillian: she slavishly embraces routine whenever possible, she likes brioches, she’s reading Middlemarch for the third time now but Caroline cannot imagine why because she herself has never made it past page 50, she’s capable of lingering over a cup of tea and not gulping it down because she’s not running late or has a hundred things to do in a day, she thinks MI6 was involved in Princess Diana’s death, she’s takes no firm side in the great over vs. under toilet roll debate—don’t people have anything better to do than argue about toilet paper? she had said—

—and she is an admirer of great beauty because now she barrels through the door after tromping around the countryside for an hour and breathlessly announces, I’m in love.

Caroline imagines herself unseeded by either the baker’s handsome son or the buxom young woman who works the vineyard nearby, the latter spotted the other day during a wine-tasting tour and whose sumptuous cleavage was the focus of surreptitious glances from Gillian. After half a lifetime of stealthily admiring the physical beauty of women, Caroline knows these covert maneuvers when she sees them. Alas, all she has to counter these continental beauties are certain oral skills and her talent for making a certain orange-ginger biscuit that Gillian loves and who knows, perhaps that will save the day, perhaps even as sun perpetually sets on the English empire all that truly matters is cunnilingus, tea, and biscuits.

I’m confident of your ability to attract, she wants to tell Gillian. But not my ability to hold you.

But while hanging up her coat Gillian starts rambling about a ram, a sheep with a fancy French name. She saw him posing on a hillside, broodingly apart from the herd, a Heathcliff among sheep. His markings and coloring exquisite, his horns symmetrical, his poise exceptional—

Before Gillian can declare herself high priestess of this mythic creature’s cult, Caroline—dimly aware of the unseemliness of jealousy over a sheep—interrupts rudely: What’s it called again? A rum-ball merino?

Gillian rolls her eyes. Rambouillet, she says. She grabs a cup for tea. A Rambouillet merino.

Ripe for plucking, the word hangs in the air and Caroline ravenously seeks its source in a kiss. She holds Gillian’s lower lip gently between her teeth, tongue running the plush length of it, tasting salt and mystery because, frankly, women have always been unfathomable to her.  Sweetly, wonderfully unfathomable. She starts to unbutton Gillian’s thick, lined plaid shirt—only to discover, underneath, a second plaid shirt thin and soft with age. At which she breaks off the kiss and bursts into laughter.

Jesus Christ, you’re like a flannel onion. Layers and layers.

It’s cold, in case you haven’t noticed, Gillian says—also laughing—as she sits the empty cup on the counter.

I’m trying to warm you up, Caroline replies as she sets in on the second flannel layer. In case you haven’t noticed.

Tossing her arms around Caroline’s neck and pulling her into another kiss, another embrace, Gillian says, I’ve noticed.

She doesn’t feel too distressed about fucking Gary’s sister on Gary’s distressed leather couch—burnished leather, she thinks he called it and the color was Churchill cigar—because there is an old blanket on it and as they fall onto it she doesn’t care about much at the moment except the wonderments and sensations of skin and taste, wondering if Gillian has ever called anyone else baby, Caroline can’t quite imagine that she has and would like to reserve that titular honor as her very own, wondering when the last time someone went down on her properly because her reaction and sheer enjoyment of it make Caroline feel like Aphrodite incarnate coming down from on high and she has to cling to Gillian as if she’s riding a rollercoaster by the skin of her teeth.

Afterward she’s sprawled on the couch wrapped in the comforter Gillian dragged out the bedroom, staring at the crisscross of the ceiling’s dark wood roof beams and with her head pillowed on Gillian’s bare thigh. With one flannel shirt back on, Gillian sits cross-legged while drinking one of Gary’s very pricey local Syrahs and pretending to read Middlemarch, pretending because she’s humming, which she usually does while absorbed in the comforting repetition of a task like washing dishes or mending a shirt or soothing a baby and in this instance the task at hand seems to be slowly, rhythmically running her fingers through Caroline’s hair. I like your—your hair, she had said the other day, shy and stammering and nervous after they made love, as if the gentle offering of a compliment would somehow be virulently rejected, and while Caroline loved the sweet awkwardness of it she hated the man who made Gillian terrified of revealing the slightest vulnerability.

She stares at the shadowed, foreboding ceiling beams, thinks that Gary should have picked a wood of a lighter color because the dark beams make her think of crucifixions.

Say it again, she says to Gillian.

What?

The name of the sheep.

Rambouillet.

Oh, she sighs, that’s lovely.

Unexpectedly Gillian drags her finger, damp and dribbling Syrah, across Caroline’s lips, as if soothing an infant with a taste of milk. You’re really weird, she says.

I’m not the one in love with a sheep, Caroline replies.

iii. the search for intelligent ovine life in the Rhone Valley

The afternoon winter sun, useless and pale, emanates as much heat as the moon. They are out in search of the great Rambouillet merino. Gillian insists she needs to get a better photo of the sheep so she can submit it to something called “Google sheep view” and Caroline, who is perfectly fine with not knowing what the hell that is, is nonetheless curious to know what the fuss is about and accompanies her. Leading the mission, Gillian stalks the dirt backroad that runs behind Gary’s farmhouse with her usual dogged, determined pace. She’s been in a bit of a mood since lunchtime and Caroline knows enough to let her be until she’s ready to talk; it’s likely, though, that she dreads the thought of returning home to the questions, the judgments, the expectations that will be laid at their feet.

She trails behind. Outside of the Yorkshire countryside she has navigated most of her life, her sense of direction is rubbish and she hasn’t a clue where they really are. She sighs and burrows deeper into her scarf. It’s the coldest day of the trip thus far. The stiff, expensive boots she purchased for the trip are pinching her toes and the too-high arches dig into her soles. In the distance she sees the vineyard that they visited days ago, the spherical red caps of the buildings distinct against the pale sky, and has a wince-inducing guilty thought about Olga.

Shortly after committing to this journey, she officially ended it with Olga. It was not so much a breakup as an act of disengagement; some days she actually convinces herself of this. Regardless it required some semblance of fortitude to finally override the guilt-ridden, passive-aggressive lust that propelled the relationship on her part. Olga took it well. She also took a case of an amazing Chenin Blanc from the Loire Valley that she had initially gifted to Caroline and now presumably would bestow upon another boozy, middle-aged lesbian—or, more likely, her ex—both nonetheless worthy of her considerable charm and refined palate, while leaving Caroline to the tender mercies of a sheep farmer overfond of cheap Lambrusco.

She stops for a moment to look at red roofs jutting into milk-white clouds and dwell in the newness of everything—place and memory, time and love—while accepting the sense of loss that perpetually nips at her heels. Snow flurries waltz to the ground.

Then she notices that up ahead on the road Gillian has stopped and turned around. Head tilted, she critically eyes Caroline as she would a lagging, miscreant ewe—as if to say, come along now.

Grimacing, Caroline takes long strides to catch up. She apologizes on arrival, insincerity muffled through the cashmere scarf.

Gillian carries a long, sturdy branch found earlier on the road. Alternately she’s been using it as a walking stick and brandishing it as a weapon, whacking at husked, brittle weeds lining the road, sadistically poking at stones. Idly she whips it around her body while frowning at Caroline.

What were ya doing back there? she asks.

Contemplating life’s mysteries. Appreciating the sublimity of nature. Oh, and staring at your ass. Not necessarily in that order.

Bashful at the compliment, Gillian lowers her head and grins. Then, wryly: So you weren’t stopping ’cause those boots are hurting you?

Not a bit, Caroline lies.

You’re limping, she says, and then nods in the direction of the winery. D’ya think they send out Saint Bernards with little wine flasks to rescue snotty English bitches who don’t wear proper footwear whilst they wander about the countryside?

That would be marvelous.

Gillian points up ahead at a copse of trees. The gesture is so startling and beautiful and confident that Caroline wants to seize her hand—ungloved, snowflake caught and melting on her thumbnail—and kiss it.

Right up there, she says, past those trees, is a shortcut through the wood to the vineyard. If you can make it, we could walk there. Couple glasses might revive you for the walk home.

And if it doesn’t?

Reckon I’ll have to drag you back somehow.

Cavewoman.

Nah. I’m not that strong, Gillian says with a roll of her shoulders, but I’ll give it a go.

Au contraire.

That’s the first bit of French out of your mouth since we got here.

You’ve been doing well enough for both of us, Caroline says, so why bother? She leans into Gillian, quietly pleased at the arm that automatically wraps around her waist. Then she presses her face into the crown of Gillian’s hair, kisses it, and says, I’ve always believed—she begins shakily, pauses clumsily—always known—you’re stronger than you give yourself credit for.

Gillian pulls back and stares at her, unsure if what she’s saying is an obvious revelation or a faithful misrepresentation of the brutal facts that comprise her life. She thinks that Gillian usually skews toward the latter as a default viewpoint, and realizes it may take a lifetime for her to sort it, to undo it. If ever. What surprises Caroline is not this but the belief, settling into her bones and countering her own misguided self-assessments, that she is finally brave enough to be fully present in Gillian’s life.  

On the walk home, both of them tipsy and tired, they see the Rambouillet merino ambling across an open field into the setting sun. And he is beautiful.

[angeleyesandfaerielullabies]

All of the questions ;)))))) you'll never know who this is ;)))) ya know cause I'm on anon ;))))))))))))))

Sammy, I know it's you. You aren't being discrete at all1: Is there a boy/girl in your life?Yes, many of them actually, they're everywhere, along with the people who are both or neither, everywhere I turn, they're there
2: Think of the last person who hurt you; do you forgive them?No.
3: Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 23, give me line 17."An off day isn't a cocktail issue."
4: What’s something you really want right now? A girlfriend
5: Are you afraid of falling in love?HAHAHAHHA 
6: How can I win your heart?Listen to me and try to understand what I'm saying and shit and give me compliments and books and cuddles and just don't be obnoxious 
7: Have you ever slept on a couch with someone else?No
8: What’s the background on your cell?On my lock green it's a bunch of cactiOn my home screen it's a great picture by Sophierosebrampton (that's her Instagram name) and it's a girl with only underwear on and a crop top that says "not ur babygirl" on it and shows the bottom of her boobs (it's a really great drawing and she's a really cool artist, I highly recommend you check her page out)
9: Name the last four beds you were sat on?My bed??? That's it's??? Idk???
10: Think of the last person who said I love you, do you think they meant it?Probably not
11: Honestly, are things going the way you planned?Hell no
12: Who was the last person whose phone number you added to your contacts?I don't know
13: Would you rather have a poodle or a Rottweiler?Rottweiler
14: Which hurts the most, physical or emotional pain?Emotional
15: Would you rather visit a zoo or an art museum?Both
16: Are you tired?All the time
17: How long have you known your 1st phone contact?Seeing as my 1st phone contact was my mother, I'd say I've known her for awhile, although, I could be wrong 
18: If you had to delete one year of your life completely, which would it be?2014-2015 (all of 8th grade including the summer before and half of the summer after)
19: Would you ever consider getting back together with any of your exes?Maybe
20: When did you last talk to the last person you shared a kiss with?HAH
21: If you knew you had the right person, would you marry them today?Ehhhhhhh, I don't know, probably not, I'm not big on the whole marriage concept 
22: Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?HAH
23: When was the last time you were disappointed?I am disappointed literally almost 99.9% of the time sooo
24: Is there a certain quote you live by?"Fuck you, Fuck you, and ESPECIALLY Fuck you"
25: What’s on your mind?Nothing
26: Do you have any tattoos?No
27: What is your favorite color?Green
28: Next time you will kiss someone on the lips?I'm done with these kissing questions 
29: Who are you texting?No one 
30: Are you superstitious about anything?Yes
31: Have you ever had the feeling something bad was going to happen and you were right?Yes
32: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex you can talk to?Yes
33: Do you think anyone has feelings for you? No
34: Has anyone ever told you you have pretty eyes?No because although my entire family swears that I have hazel eyes but that they just lean more towards brown than green, they are actual shit stains and the only time you can even see the apparent green is when I cry and that happens like never
35: What was the reason for your last breakup?He made a rape joke and so I decided to cut him out of my life
36: Were you single on Valentines Day?Yes
37: Name one physical feature that you like about yourself, and one you dislike.Fuck you.
38: What do your friends call you?Melissa or Mel or Asshole
39: Has anyone upset you in the last week?Yes
40: Have you ever cried over a text?Yes
41: Where’s your last bruise located?My arm
42: What is it from?Tubing
43: Last time you wanted to be away from somewhere really bad?Every second of everyday so I guess the last time would be right now 
44: Who was the last person you were on the phone with?My uncle
45: Do you have a favourite pair of shoes?Yes
46: Do you wear hats if your having a bad hair day?No
47: Would you ever go bald if it was the style?No
48: Do you make supper for your family?Who the hell says "supper"??? (Sammy probably does) And I make food all the time for my brother and I 
49: What’s the toughest decision you made this year?To live 
50: Top 3 web-pages?Idk
51: Do you know anyone who hates shopping?Yes. Me.
52: Does anything on your body hurt?Yes
53: Are goodbyes hard for you?No
54: What was the last beverage you spilled on yourself?Water
55: How is your hair?Wtf kind of question is this??? It's a wavy/curly, frizzy, tangled, knotted, thick af, super annoying Mess
56: What do you usually do first in the morning?Lay in bed contemplating the universe 
57: Do you think two people can last forever?No
58: Think back to January 2007, were you single?I don't even remember what I was talking about two minutes ago but you want me to remember if I was single in January 2007??? Fuck off
59: Green or purple grapes?Both
60: When’s the next time you will give someone a BIG hug?Never
61: Do you wish you were somewhere else right now?Yes
62: What did your father teach you?Fuck off.
63: Where will you be 5 hours from now?I don't freaking know 
64: What were you doing at 8 this morning.Idk
65: This time last year, can you remember who you liked?No
66: Is there one person in your life that can always make you smile?Yes
67: Did you kiss or hug anyone today?No
68: What was your last thought before you went to bed last night?I didn't go to bed last night so joke's on you
69: Have you ever tried your hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end?Yes
70: How many windows are open on your computer?None
71: If you won 100 million dollars, what would you buy first?A good life
72: What is your ringtone?Idk
73: How old will you be in 5 months?The same age as I am now 
74: Where is your Mum right now?I don't know and I don't care 
75: Why aren’t you with the person you were first in love with or almost in love?Because I have never actually really felt love before 
76: Have you held hands with somebody in the past three days?Yes, my brother because he can't Ross the street by himself for shit
77: Are you friends with the people you were friends with two years ago?Sure
78: Do you remember who you had a crush on in year 7?No
79: Is there anyone you know with the name Mike?Yes
80: Have you ever fallen asleep in someones arms?No
81: How many people have you liked in the past three months?Idk
82: Has anyone seen you in your underwear in the last 3 days?No
83: Will you talk to the person you like tonight?No
84: You’re drunk and yelling at hot guys/girls out of your car window, you’re with?I would never get drunk and I would never yell at people no matter how physically attractive I found them so fuck you
85: If your BF/GF was into drugs would you care?Probably not but maybe
86: What was the most eventful thing that happened last time you went to see a movie?Idk
87: Who was your last received call from?My uncle 
88: If someone gave you $1,000 to burn a butterfly over a candle, would you?Yes because I hate butterflies 
89: What is something you wish you had more of?Money
90: Have you ever trusted someone too much?No
91: Do you sleep with your window open?No
92: Do you get along with girls?Sure
93: Are you keeping a secret from someone who needs to know the truth?No
94: Does sex mean love?No
95: You’re locked in a room with the last person you kissed, is that a problem?HAH
96: Have you ever kissed anyone with a lip ring?HAH
97: Did you sleep alone this week?Yes
98: Everybody has somebody that makes them happy, do you?Yes
99: Do you believe in love at first sight?Not really
100: Who was the last person that you pinky promise?My brother