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mad4turtles · 2 years ago

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For fic requests maybe a donnie sickfic? Hurt comfort the beloved.. (Also i love your writing!)

Oh, I do Love a good sickfic! Sorry, this took so long, life has been kicking my ass :( But I hope you enjoy it!

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Donnie hates getting sick.

Really, though, no one would or should enjoy feeling like their insides are melting, their brains turned to slush or their noses constantly blocked (it's worse when it's one nostril first and then the other one, God.) But Donnie thinks, in his humbly correct opinion, he's wholly justified in his immense dislike of being sick. And it's not just due to the aforementioned reasons. But the actuality is far too... icky, gooey emotional to think too hard about for too long, even if it always pops back around, unbidden and unwanted. He prefers logic over the pile of irrational insecurities that linger in the back of his brain, collecting metaphorical dust.

The actuality is that whenever Donnie gets sick, he gets really sick.

Second to Leo, Donnie's immune system has always been bogus. Whenever a bug went around, Donnie was the first to get it, and it hit him like a bus. He'd be out of commission for days until his system finally purged the parasite, letting it spread to the brothers and father who'd hovered over him the entire time despite his protests.

And this leads nicely to the other issue that arises whenever nature decides to screw him: his family will not leave him alone. Ever.

He knows he's not the strongest of his brothers. That title, of course, goes to Raph easily, no question. But that doesn't make him weak. Just like his neurodivergent traits make him different, but no less a person and never a burden (in Dad's words, which,��heart clench). Or how his soft shell makes him vulnerable in a fight but also Leo's favourite pillow on nights when it's impossible to sleep. They're all things his family have learned to work with or around to make Donnie's life somewhat easier. He's grateful for it.

All of that goes out the metaphorical bloody window the moment Donnie gets a case of the sniffles. And Raph is by far the worst for it, an all-around mother hen on a good day and a goddamn vulture of virtue during flu season. Except for Rat Flu, then it's every turtle for himself.

So this time around, Donnie deigns to keep this whole situation as far away from Raph's overprotective radar as possible.

Except this time, they've just survived an actual alien invasion by the skin of their teeth. And Donnie's got a raging fever that's higher than anything he's ever had in all his sixteen years alive. Apparently, one does not simply walk away from merging with the central system of a spaceship without bruises, scars and a virus that attacks his body with the proficiency of Dr Delicate Touch yeeting a whole-ass building with his bare hands. Which... actually happened, holy hell.

But they have more important things to worry about in the aftermath of the almost-apocalypse—namely ensuring Raph doesn't go blind in his right eye, or that Mikey's hands aren't forever marred by tearing a hole through reality, or that Leo doesn't die in his sleep.

So Donnie does what does best: he gets to work and ignores the pleas and cries of his aching body. He tends to Leo as he sleeps his injuries off. He dodges Raph's worried gazes like it's an Olympic sport and he's going for gold. He evades Mikey's gentle prodding like he does his responsibilities.

He's dizzy, itchy and all around just one big green and purple mass of overstimulation, mucus and pain, but he gets away with it.

Or he would have if it weren't for Casey being a snitch.

It's the fifth day after—well, after, and Donnie is hanging by a thread and pure spite. It's all he can do to pry his eyes open, everything sore and just plain awful in a way it's never been the last time he'd gotten ill, his body slumped at an uncomfortable angle over his desk. He forgot to take his battle shell off again, so now his back hurts on top of everything else.

It's worse than Rat Flu, worse than anything, and his shell hurts so bad he feels like crying. He's too tired for that.

So he settles for something simpler. He lies on his bed and lets nature take its due course. Surely, death is a mercy at this juncture.

But the universe has other plans and sends in Casey Jr to intervene.

Future Boy is doing his rounds, hopping between rooms to check up on everyone as Nardo sleeps in the med bay. It's really the one time during the day that Casey isn't glued to the slider's side, which is as endearing as it is exasperating. Donnie has done the math, and math doesn't lie. Leo is going to live. He'll be okay. And if the math is lying, Donnie will beat it raw until it tells the only truth that matters to him.

“Master Donatello, as funny as it is to listen to you wanting to beat maths to death, I'm legally required to ask if you're okay.”

Oh. Donnie cranes his sore neck to find Casey standing behind him. He blinks slowly. Had he said all that out loud?

“Yes, you did,” Casey smiles like this is nothing new to him. It probably isn't. “You missed breakfast, and Raphael asked me to come to find you in case you, erm... were dead? I can't tell if that was supposed to be a joke.”

Oh frick. His ruse. It's slipping. Better catch it before it falls off the metaphorical cliff and lands him in the biggest pile of metaphorical shit.

Donnie sits up and immediately regrets it, his spine seizing with the rest of him in agony, but he channels his inner Leo and plasters a smirk onto his face, spinning in his chair to face Casey. “Have no fear, Donatello is here. I am very much in one piece, as you can see, and very much undead—no, wait, not dead. I'm—I'm good.” Nailed it.

Casey doesn't look convinced. Phooey. “Are you sure? You look pretty beat. I mean, it's expected given the circumstances, but...”

“Yeah, yeah, I'm good,” Donnie scrubs a trembling hand over his eyes. It does nothing to dull the stinging behind them or banish the spots dancing across his vision. That's new. “I... I may have overslept, but alas, schedules have no meaning after the world literally nearly broke. Like our table—y'know, like the meme?” He snickers. “Has Mikey introduced you to memes yet, or—wait, did you have memes in the future? Jeezy creezy, can't imagine what kind of dark humour manifested in that timeline—also, time is relative according to Einstein, so really, maybe I didn't miss breakfast, maybe breakfast missed me—”

Casey puts his hands on Donnie's shoulders, steadying him as he lists too far to the right and nearly falls off his chair. The touch, for once, doesn't burn or make his skin itch with wrongness—Casey's palms are a balm for Donnie's frayed nerves. But he keeps himself from leaning into it as the boy pins him with an unreadable look.

“Donnie, please don't take this the wrong way,” Casey says with a disarming smile. “But what the actual, genuine��hell are you talking about?”

Donnie stares at Casey, blinks slowly through the pain, and says, “you have pretty eyelashes.”

“... what?”

“And your nose. 's a good nose. Good for sniffin'. You sniff out all the bullshit with that big ol' schnozz, don't cha, Jones?” He snickers again, and even to his own ears, he sounds drunk. “Bet that's why you can't—can't stand sitting near Nardo for too long, he's fulla bullshit—oh sweet Galileo your had is so coooold that feels nice—”

Casey presses one palm against Donnie's forehead and hisses through his teeth. “Donnie, you're burning up. Like really bad.”

Donnie leans into Casey's palm, chasing the coolness. He feels a grin stretch his beak, delirious as the rest of him, as his mouth runs like the damn wind. “M' bad to the bone, daddy,” he giggles, “you can't handle all this hot stuff, look at me. Y'looking? I hope not, actually, that'd be weird, like Leo's obsession with the bone guy and his skin brother. That shit is wild, lemme tell you. Leo's so freakin' weird, fully bonkers, but I love 'im anyway—“

“I'm not kidding, you should not be this warm, not even for a regular—oh no.”

“Ah, that piss-talking son of a bitch, I miss 'im. I don't tell him that a lot... oh god. Leo could've died up there, 'n I didn't tell 'im I love 'im... ohhhh I'm such an asshole—”

“Donnie, your shoulders... is your shell hurting you? How long were you exposed to the Technodrome? How long have you been sick and not said anything? Donnie—oh shit!”

The world tilts, colours a gross mix of dull greys and purples, and Donnie's pretty sure he's on the floor. He feels so hot. And sweaty. And he's crying now. Gross.

“I love 'em all so much 'n I never say it, but feelings are hard,” he blubbers. Everything still hurts, but not quite as intense. Maybe that's a bad thing. It probably is. “I'm a bad—bad brother. I lie badly 'n I keep stupid secrets like bein' sick 'n dying but—but Leo, and Mikey's hands a-and Raph's eye, so like, what's it matter that my brain's melting or whatever when Lee nearly freakin' died—”

“Donnie, spirits help me you gotta stay awake, stay with me, please—Raphael! Donnie needs help—!”

He feels Raph's impossibly fast, lumbering footsteps shake the ground, and hears his choked voice call his name like a prayer. And then the world finally, finally, goes black.

~0o0~

'My mouth tastes funny', Donnie thinks when he finally crawls out from the sweet abyss of sleep.

It's a reluctant thing, but he's not mad about it. Nothing hurts, which is a nice surprise. His brain throbs, but it doesn't feel like he's melting or about to combust. His shell itches, but it doesn't hurt.

Huh.

There's something blessedly cool laid across his forehead, the rest of him bundled in something soft and smooth—his finger twitches—oh, his blanket. His special blanket from his special closet of special things for when the world sucks more than usual. Where did it come from? He doesn't remember getting it out.

Oh well. He snuggles deeper into it with a sigh, a drunken smile pulling at his lips. Donnie loves this blanket. He loves whatever heavy thing is draped over him from behind, squishing him tight enough that it's comfortable, like Raph's hugs. He loves Raph's hugs. He loves Raph.

“Purple? Are you with us?”

He also loves his Dad, like an embarrassing amount, and readily leans into the clawed palm that cups his feverish cheek. He doesn't open his eyes yet. Too much effort. “... D-ad?” he croaks and wow, is that his voice? Lordy.

He hears the smile and relief in Splinter's voice—“Yes, I'm here, my son. You gave us quite the scare.”

A cough rattles Donnie's chest and dry throat when he tries to speak again. Splinter carefully lifts Donnie's head from the pillow and brings a glass of water to his lips—beautiful, blessed water, how I have craved thee. Donnie drinks what he can as fast as he can without choking. Splinter chuckles, chiding without heat, “slowly, Purple.”

He takes the glass away, and Donnie smacks his lips. He frowns. “... teeth still taste like bees.”

There's a startled, familiar deep laugh behind him and Donnie jolts. Raph is here? Huh. That explains the weight, he supposes, and how the blanket got here. It's still odd because this is Donnie's bed, which is wedged against the far wall of his car, and Raph's too big to fit—

“You're not in your bed, Don,” Raph is still chuckling, exhaustion peeking through the cracks of fondness and relief.

Oh. He's talking out loud again. Lovely. “... where 'm I, then?” he murmurs.

“You're in my room. In my bed. With me.” Raph's voice darkens slightly. “Because I had to hear from Future Boy that you were too busy dyin' to come outta your lab for breakfast. Two days ago.”

Donnie's eyes snap open.

He sees that he is in Raph's room, wrapped from head to toe in his special purple blanket. He sees Splinter sitting on the edge of Raph's massive bed, which is just an oversized beanbag chair with blankets and pillows piled to the nines, his eyes crinkled by his tired smile. He looks over his bare shoulder (oh, his battle shell is gone, that explains the lack of pain) and sees Raph, his massive frame curled around Donnie's in a loose but protective embrace. He also sees that the smile on his brother's face doesn't reach his eyes at all.

Oh, Donnie thinks, I'm in the deepest of shit.

Raph takes a deep, deep breath through his nose, and Donnie wants to crawl into a pit. “Why,” he says slowly, patiently, his smile replaced with a frown half as deep as his chasm, “didn't you tell us.”

Now that his mind is more or less clear and agony-free, Donnie can list the plethora of reasons why he'd kept quiet: from the smothering and the mothering over the years over every little thing—his shell, his immune system, his 'functions'—to the part where, out of all his siblings, he'd come out of the invasion mostly unscathed. He could afford to ignore his needs over theirs and deal with the aftermath when it came. Once everything was fine and normal again.

But he looks into Raph's eyes—bloodshot, deep bags barely visible under his mask, damp with tear tracks—looks over at Splinter, whose fur is nearly matted and streaked with more grey than before, and finds that he can't.

Donnie doesn't always understand emotions, not like Mikey does, or even Leo, when he's not busy being a nightmare and an asshole who Donnie inexplicably adores. He doesn't always get why people do the things they do. Emotions are wild, unpredictable, and scary—they lead people to do dumb things like lying, crying, screaming, and sacrificing themselves for their families without thinking about the consequences. Donnie prefers logic, facts, and stone-cold evidence because it's safe, makes sense the way the rest of the world sometimes just—doesn't, not to him.

But it's his love for his dum-dum brothers that made him neglect what his body logically needed to keep going. Made him ignore it. Because it made even more logical sense to look after his family first. Just like they take care of him. Even if they smother him, it's not on purpose. That's their logic. It makes sense to them to take care of Donnie that way. Because they love him.

Logic driven by emotion. The two can co-exist, after all. And Donnie is an idiot.

He shuffles in his blanket prison until he's facing Raph and buries his face under his big brother's chin. Raph twitches, perplexed. “Don—?”

“M'sorry,” Donnie mumbles. He shuts his eyes against burning tears. “Didn't... had to take care of you. Leo's hurt. Mikey's hands... your eye... didn't need me going down, too. You'd focus on me and I—I couldn't... I thought it was the logical course of action, keeping my mouth shut, making sure you dum-dums get better, but—”

He sniffs. Dammit.

“All I did was scare you more,” he admits, shame burning deep, scalding holes in his chest. “All I did was hurt. Now I'm here and, and you're here and D-Dad's here, and you're not with them and—I'm the dum-dum, I'm a burden, now, and I-I'm sorry—”

Raph all but hauls him into a shell-crushing hug, curling around him like a spiky shield against the world as Donnie falls apart. There's a rumble deep in Raph's chest that soothes Donnie immediately—an old trick he's used when they were small to help them sleep when Splinter was away. It doesn't stop the tears, but it helps.

“My son,” Splinter hops onto the bed behind Donnie, reaching to stroke his head, claws gently scratching his scales. “You are never a burden. Your health—your life—is just as important to us as your brothers'.” He chuckles. “You know, for someone so intelligent, the obvious often illudes you. And I'm sure we've just had this conversation with Blue.”

“Doesn't count,” Donnie mutters into Raph. “Leo nearly died—”

“And you could've, too, Don,” Raph says, and what? “Your fever was high as a kite, and your shell—dammit, Donnie, when you said the ship jacked you up, you didn't say how bad. You... you can't do that again. You can't—“

His voice cracks. Donnie's heart cracks with it.

He looks up and sees the tears leaking through Raph's closed eyelids, and he can't take it. He struggles out of Raph's grip--out of the special blanket that his big brother had made for him out of love and mother-henning that Donnie thought he loathed but wouldn't know what he'd do without-- and throws his arms around Raph's neck. Raph squeezes him back. It sends an uncomfortable jolt through the soft shell, but he doesn't care.

“Stop,” Donnie begs as tears trickle down his cheeks freely. “Stop that. Stop it.”

Raph sniffles. “Stop what?” he croaks.

“Crying,” Donnie hisses. “I hate it. I physically cannot handle watching you do that thing with your eyes anymore, I hate it, stop doing it.”

A pause. Then Raph is laughing, but he's still crying. “Can't help it, Dee,” he says, nuzzling Donnie's shoulder against his wet cheek. “When your little brothers pull too much stupid crap in a row, it makes me feel some kinda way.”

“Join the club,” Splinter mutters, not unkindly. Donnie feels his tail wrap around them. “We've got jackets and tissues.”

Donnie hugs Raph tighter. “If—If I promise not to do it again, will you stop crying?” It's a childish thing to ask but screw it. Screw logic, screw the Krang, screw this stupid bug, screw everything. “I swear henceforward to abstain from pulling any and all sacrificial, illogical or emotionally driven actions which could be detrimental to my health, yours or the fam's well-being, lest I must bare witness to your incredibly offensive emotional distress—”

“Donnie,” Raph is fully laughing now, bundling Donnie up as he sits them upright on the beanbag bed. Donnie draws back enough to see his watery grin. “I'm not asking for the Declaration of Independence. I want you to stop being a dum-dum and tell us what's up from now on. And I'll... I'll dial back on the smothering thing. I know I do it a lot...”

Donnie wipes his eyes with the back of his hand and shrugs. “Maybe. But I get it. That's how you function. That's how you love. That's... you. And I love you, so... don't change too much?”

Raph stares. Splinter stares. Donnie cringes, his face hot in a way that has nothing to do with his fever. “No, wait, no, that was bad, no, sorry, that was yuck, can I get a do-over—oof! Aaaaand you're hugging me again. Cool cool cool. That's cool—oh, no, Raph, what did I just say about crying?!”

Donnie just catches Splinter's long-suffering mutter of “Boys,” over his screeching and Raph's laughter as the snapper doubles over with Donnie still in his arms.

Donnie doesn't go back to his lab (from which he is grounded for two days, these bastards) or his own room that night. They all camp out in the living room instead for a mandatory turtle pile, plus Casey and April, who support a limping Leo through from the med bay to join them.

Donnie's twin looks at him and says, “you're an asshole, Dee.”

“Ey!” Raph scolds from where he's pinned under Mikey, the box turtle using him as a pillow.

Donnie meets Leo's glare and says, “it takes one to know one, asshole 2.0.”

Casey gives himself hiccups he laughs so hard, and April nearly drops Leo.

Donnie ends up squished in the middle of the pile, just like it always is whenever their resident (and only) genius gets a case of the sniffles. Except this time, it was worse, or it could have been. This time, Leo doesn't bother to ask permission to snuggle under the special blanket with Donnie because he doesn't need to. This time, Donnie doesn't complain about the smothering.

This time, Donnie falls asleep with a smile.

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Send more requests, I love writing these boys :)

#rottmnt #rottmnt fic #request #rottmnt donnie #sickfic #my writing #this one kicked my ass ngl #but i loved writing loopy donnie

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rekishi-aka · 11 months ago

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Sorry, English weil da noch keine Übersetzung steht (und ich die auf Englisch angefangen hab):

If it were at least Leo next to him, Adam wouldn't even have minded the damp and miserably cold November night that much. But Leo and Pia had been stuck behind a traffic accident on the way back from court and so Adam was stuck with Esther. Even if he trusted Esther further than he could throw her -- which he didn't, considering she had been the one to get him arrested after his father's death, and, worse, she had used Leo to do so -- he would have much preferred to be miserable and bored with his actual partner and best friend.

"If brooding were an Olympic sport, I'm sure you would have made the national team," she said at that moment. He scowled over at her, because what the fuck business was it of hers. "Yep, totally."

"Oh, just shut up," he told her and looked out the window at the darkened street they were parked in.

It was stupid. The four of them couldn't possibly keep all the waste bins in even one, let alone two, areas under surveillance and hope to get lucky. No one even knew the disposal happened at night and not during a busy day and eventually, they would all need to sleep. If they could up at least cameras so they had no gaps and missed something, but those apparently were as little in the budget as relief for them out here.

Adam let out a frustrated sigh and wiped away the condensation that had started to gather on the inside of the windows. Then someone's stomach growled and it certainly wasn't his. He glanced over at Esther with a pointedly raised eyebrow, but she only crossed her arms over her chest in her puffy winter jacket and pursed her lips.

Rolling his eyes, he leaned forward and retrieved an oat bar from the glove compartment and held it out to her. When she glanced at him as if he'd turned into a changeling, he held it out further. "I've seen you hangry, and it's not a pretty sight."

"Arse." But she did take the bar and it vanished into her hungry maw within a few moments.

#fanfic #ask game #asks #tatort saarbrücken #das hier ist btw ein Lep whump fic 😘

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peach-cream-tea · 2 years ago

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leo headcanons because he needs more love (im totally not projecting)

Leo has insomnia, depression and adhd because i said so

He's the kinda depressed person that dissociates for hours and when his family gets concerned he plays it off as him zoning out

despite having insomnia Leo has a very detailed and intricate nightly routine (skincare, outfit change, playing music, lights candles, etc)

his insomnia is mostly because he uses his phone into the late hours of the night or because he's hyper

When he has a lot of energy at night he walks around the lair, makes himself tea or a snack, moves around his furniture, or sets small pranks on his brothers

Leo is both unable to sleep and sleeps too much. He once was so sleep deprived he took an 8 hour nap and scared the shit out of his whole family.

When leo does get sleep he's dead to the world and nobody can wake him up

Leo is able to function relatively normal even when he gets depressive episodes but he gets really bad panic attacks and dissociates

During depressive episodes he plays music every hour of the day to avoid thinking of any kind.

he has a very wide music taste and on more than one occasion has given himself a heart attack when he plays his favorite songs and the genre changes

leo bottles up his emotions like it's an olympic sport and never likes opening up. When he has to deal with doctor feelings he always tries to change the subject or talk about other people

He talks to himself, not in a "im hallucinating other people and having convos with them" kinda way but like, "i have so many thoughts running in my brains all times that i need to say my main focus out loud or i'll get distracted" way

He likes to cook with mikey and experiment with food but absolutely cannot stand washing dishes

similar to Donnie he gets texture problems. Specifically with food and fabrics. Leo will light something on fire if someone makes him eat mushy stuff or wear anything with sequins.

Sometimes when he feels really down he goes and sleeps next to his brothers

He likes to try out random things and is sorta a jack of all trades but a master of none

one of his favorite hobbies is baking or reading

leo LOVES fall, he gets completely decked out on the autumn aesthetic and lights enough candles that his family labeled his room a fire hazard.

This man zones OUT every hour of the day. The second someone talks to him for more than five minutes about something he doesn't care about he is already in a different dimension

But by god can he focus when he's reading.

he completely changes his personality when he sees a character he likes

he has a sweet tooth and chews gum every chance he can get. This has resulted in multiple cavities throughout his life.

Leo always likes to act cockey and smug but he actually has a really poor self esteem (especially after the events of the movie)

makes so many gay, your mom, and no bitches jokes that his family can actually finish his sentences and it really pisses him off

this isn't everything i headcanon him with but yeah.

#idk gay???#rottmnt #gay #leo rottmnt #rottmnt leonardo #leosagi #rottmnt leo #leo the menace #tmnt leonardo #rise leo #unpause rise of the tmnt #tmnt donnie #plz give tmnt headcanons im getting such bad brain rot #tmnt #tmnt mikey #rise of the tmnt

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pjononsense · 3 years ago

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Leo: I tell you, if sleeping was an olympic sport...

Leo: I'd lose at that, too. I haven't slept in three days

#percy jackson #heroes of olympus #percy jackon and the olympians #trials of apollo #incorrect quotes #leo valdez

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lixiehugs · 3 years ago

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taehee profile

tw : brief mention of jonghyun, eating disorders

BASICS !!

stage name : taehee (hangul : 태희) / T.H (hangul : 티에이치) birth name : lee tae-hee (hangul : 이태희) nicknames : bts’/bighit’s/hybe’s princess, golden maknae #2, archery master, taetae, hee/hui

birth date : august 13th, 1998 zodiac : leo birthplace : seoul, south korea hometown : seoul, south korea

ethnicity : korean nationality : south korean languages : korean (100% — native), japanese (90% — fluent), english (70% — proficient + learning)

PHYSICAL !!

height : 157 cm or 5′2 weight : 43 kg or 95 lbs blood type : a

eye color : dark brown/black natural hair : black, straight

body modifications : 18 piercings (and counting!) & two tattoos face claim : ex-iz*one eunbi vocal claim : n/a rap claim : yezi dance claim : n/a

CAREER !!

agencies : hybe labels (2012 - present) training period(s) : 2012 - 2013 groups : bts, meraki subunits : n/a positions :

bts : main rapper, main dancer, sub vocalist, producer, maknae

meraki : leader, main rapper, lead dancer

individual fandom : heemangdeul (hope) representative emoji : 🦇 (because she has poor eyesight and that she often is up all night and sleeps all day) bt21 character : a grey and purple bat named taengtaeng (hangul : 탱탱) social media : @/lm_____lth on instagram (her brother taemin’s @ but with lth instead of ltm), @/bts_twt on twitter

best known for : being the female member of bts. being the younger sister of shinee’s taemin. her songwriting + producing skills. being an allrounder/ace. her duality. being the ideal type of other idols. her acting and modeling. being a meme. interacting with the fans. cursing a lot. giving an interviewer shit if necessary. her mental health representation.

PERSONAL !!

mbti : infp-a (prev. enfp-t)

positive traits : happy (or tries to be) ! brings light into a room. sarcastic. badass. someone that you want to be around. loyal. independent. intimidating + scary. friendly and nice (has a lot of friends). outgoing.

negative traits : insecure and has major self-confidence issues. feels like a burden to bts (is getting better though). fakes having confidence as a defense mechanism. self-critical. has severe depression and anxiety. had anorexia during debut (and had relapses throughout career) (the members still think she has tendencies). bottles everything up. overworking.

habits : cracking her knuckles. picking at her nails. playing with her hair. pacing. talking to herself (only when alone). man-spreading.

hobbies : listening to music. writing + producing songs. gaming. working out. sleeping. drawing + painting + any other type of art. shopping. motorcycle riding. archery.

BACKSTORY !!

lee taehee was born on august 13th, 1998 to a korean mother and a korean father. her mother, lee kyungsoon (born 1964) was a chef who is currently retired. her father, lee sungho (born 1963) was a history professor who is currently retired.

taehee was born in seoul, south korea as the youngest of her family. she has two older brothers, taesun (born 1990) and taemin (born 1993). taehee used to not be close to her older brothers but she is very close with them now. her brother, taemin, is the youngest member of shinee. he is the reason why taehee became an idol but she was jealous of him for a long time because of his early success.

when taehee was seven years old, she started taking archery classes. she was excellent at the sport, winning many competitions in her youth. she was so good at it, in fact, that she was on the track of going to the olympics. while taehee was doing archery, she was also in a dance club but it wasn’t competitive. taehee’s father first put her on a motorcycle when she was six years old (with her dad, of course). she enjoyed it very much which caused her father to teach her how to ride one when she was a teenager. her father is the reason why she owns a motorcycle now.

FACTS !!

taehee attended chungdam high school in seoul until she was accepted into school of performing arts, seoul (sopa) in 2014. taehee started at sopa with jungkook in their tenth grade year and they graduated together in 2017. taehee majored in practical music.

taehee auditioned for SM entertainment in 2011, but she was rejected.

she was scouted by bighit entertainment in 2012 while she was walking home from school. she debated not joining because of archery but she ultimately became a trainee in march.

taehee is a roman catholic. her catholic name is catalina.

taehee has severe anxiety and depression. she was first diagnosed in 2008 when she was ten years old. she has medication for both disorders.

taehee had appendicits in 2017.

taehee began seeing a therapist regularly in 2016 and hasn’t stopped since.

taehee originally only went by T.H as her stage name because she somewhat resented being associated with her older brother, taemin. she was jealous of him for a long time because he got into SM and she didn’t and also she was upset with how she was affected by his fame. in late 2015, it was announced that she would also go by taehee as her stage name because she had grown to appreciate her name and her legendary brother.

her role model is her older brother, taemin.

her favorite color is black.

she is a cat person.

her biggest fear is failure.

her favorite season is fall.

taehee is very musical and can play the ukulele, piano, guitar, bass, and violin. she is learning how to play the drums (but she’s already really good).

her favorite singers are halsey, shinee, bruno mars, and exo.

taehee is in a groupchat with the 98 liners of kpop. some of the members include lee know of stray kids, dahyun of twice, juyeon, kevin, new, and q of the boyz, seungkwan, haruko, and vernon of seventeen, jungwoo of nct, seonghwa and hongjoong of ateez, and soyeon of (g)i-dle.

the people that taehee go to for advice are jungkook, yoongi, hoseok, namjoon, and taemin (past : jonghyun).

taehee released her first solo mixtape on april 23rd, 2018 titled conflated.

she released her second solo mixtape on july 6th, 2020 called pyrrhic.

taehee is arguably one of the best (female) rappers in kpop.

she is a light sleeper.

according to the members, taehee twitches in her sleep.

taehee is really clumsy.

taehee is quite tidy but she refuses to clean up after the other members.

she has her own room in the dorm.

she hates to wear dresses and skirts.

taehee only has two tattoos so far, but she wants more.

she has a small “8″ behind her right ear. it signifies the eight members of bts.

she has the numbers “4234557″ on the underside of her left wrist. it is the birth years of all of the members, not including herself.

in 2019 (boy with luv), jungkook and taehee had seen that vmin were dying their hair like cotton candy. junghee were jealous and decided to copy them. taehee went blue and jungkook went pink. this developed the cotton candy line (maknae line in disguise), the cotton team (the blue ones (2taeh)) and the candy team (pink ones (jikook)).

when bts goes to isac, taehee is allowed to compete with the boys. only because she had to sign a contract that she was okay with being scored to the same criteria as the boys when in group events. for solo events like 100m sprint, she goes against women and is scored as such.

taehee as txt songs would be eternally and can’t you see me?.

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sticking it

chapter 9

a/n: idk why this chapter took so long, but here it is. for reference - in gymnastics, US Championships are the last meet before Olympic Trials, they’re a two day competition. any feedback is welcome. i’m kinda upset that this series (or at least this part) is almost done, but there is more to come with this series i promise. also had to repost bc it wasn’t showing up in the tags

taglist: @butgilinsky @barbienoturbby @sunsetholland @lovenhlboys @sortagaysortahigh @hockey-racing-fubol @oopsiedoopsie23 @iwantahockeyhimbo @dreamsndior @itsurgirlgracie @heartshapedkissxs @lwstuff @handwrittenheroes

warnings: uh, i don’t think there’s anything, but if i miss something just let me know (the jamie mentioned is jamie oleksiak, not j b*nn)

sticking it masterlist

wc: 5.8

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“Are you sure that you have everything?” Joel asked for the twentieth time in the past hour, “we can run back to yours if you need anything else”

“I feel like you’re just trying to get me to stay with you longer,” you said, skeptically.

“Is it working?”

“No, Bee, I have to leave at some point,” you said, putting another bag of yours in his car,”I won’t be gone long.”

“Yeah, but you’ll be closer to the Stars and that has me worried,” he said, causing you to chuckle.

“You worried about Seggy? Or Roope? Or Big Rig? Or Mi-”

“Okay, I get it.”

“Don’t worry your pretty little head about it, I love you and only you, shawty. Besides, I can only tolerate Texas weather for so long,” you said, leaning up to kiss him on the cheek.

“I love you, too, shawty,” he paused,”Wait,- that was rude.”

After packing the last of your bags into the car, you made your way to the airport to meet Marcus and Michelle. Once you arrived at the airport, Joel parked the car before the two of you headed into the airport. The four of you caught up for a while before Marcus suggested giving you and Joel time to say goodbye.

“Is this how it feels when me and the guys leave for the road?” Joel asked, softly.

“Yeah,” you said, smiling sadly.

“Well, good thing I’m the one on the road all the time, I mean, I don’t like leaving you, but when I’m leaving it’s a different feeling, you know.”

“Well glad it makes you happy, buddy.”

“Did you just buddy me?” Joel asked, incredulously.

“Did I?” you asked, laughing as Joel gasped in shock.

“Wow, I see how it is. I’ll remember that.”

“Go ahead, babe. Remember it however you want,” you paused when you saw the sad look on his face, reaching to hold his face in your hands, “hey, I’m only a text away, I might not be right here, but I will answer as soon as I can and we’ll facetime as much as you want these next few days.”

Joel nodded before looking up and seeing Marcus and Michelle headed your way, “we hate to cut this short, but we have to get going pretty soon.”

“I know I asked, but do you really have to go?”

“Yeah, Bee, I really have to go.”

“You better kick ass out there or else you’re just leaving for nothing,” he said, jokingly, “but honestly, I wish you the best of luck - I know you don’t need it, but I’ll say it anyway. Make sure to tell Nicole I said good luck and please make sure to wipe that smug look off Kathryn's face. Okay?”

“Yeah, of course,” you said, wrapping your arms around him as he pressed kiss to the top of your head. “I’ll miss you.”

“I’ll miss you, too, but if you don’t go, the only thing you’ll be missing is your flight.”

“Wow, Bee, you are so funny.”

“Well, one of us has to be the funny one in the relationship. Your mom jokes only get you so far far in life, babe,” he said, causing you to elbow him in the stomach.

“I’m leaving now. I love you and I will text you when I land,” you leaned up for a quick goodbye kiss before grabbing your carry-on bag and heading to your gate. You avoided looking back, knowing that if you did, both of you wouldn’t let the other leave.

“I think you chose a good one,” Marcus said once the three of you had sat down.

“What?” you asked, shocked.

“Joel. He seems like a good guy. He clearly cares about you and I can see that you care a lot about him, too. He clearly makes you happy,” Marcus added.

Heat rushed up your face, to which you simply looked out the window, “yeah, he’s a good guy.”

“A cute one, too,” Michelle interrupted.

“Yes, that too. But Michelle, you better lay off,” the three of you laughed as the flight attendants started to announce the safety procedures for your flight. The three of you did your own thing the rest of the flight: Marcus planning out how podium training would go, Michelle analyzing your routines, and you sleeping.

“Alright, so as soon as we land, we get luggage and go to our hotel. There is a small media event tomorrow morning before podium training, then podium training, then probably some more media. You will have the rest of the night to do whatever, I know you’ll probably go see your Dallas friends and that’s fine, just make it back in time. Then, Friday is the first day of competition, Saturday is the second day, then we have some free time Sunday,” Marcus read off to you, even with you half asleep.

“Sounds lovely,” you grumbled.

…..

“So, y/n, with your injury being a top priority, how different have practices been since you are still somewhat in recovery?” one of the journalists asked. You had stayed prepared for a multitude of questions having to do with your injury, so this question had an easy response.

“I would say, it’s definitely a totally new experience. I’ve had to tailor my focus to other aspects of this sport since the start of my recovery, whether that be drills, more conditioning, or changing up my routines. My team and I definitely have figured out what things work and what doesn’t and we continue to learn as I continue training,” you answered, swiftly.

“Now obviously, you were the highest scorer in most of your competitions, even before your injury, how has competition changed for you? And what has inspired you to train harder?” another journalist asked.

“I have to say, competition is slightly more nerve-wracking than before. I mean getting injured at a major competition definitely changes perspective for all aspects of it. I feel that I have to be more cautious when performing, whereas before I would just go with the motions. Something that’s inspired me has been that my competitors have continued training, I have a fair amount of competition - all of which are excellent athletes - which has helped motivate me a lot, but I also have an amazing support system back home who have made sure to give me that extra motivation when I need it,” you smiled.

“Now, having to deal with that support system at home, who and how have they influenced your decisions of your journey through recovery?” which was the first question that made you smile.

“Well first, a huge shoutout to my family, especially my cousin, Kevin. Without his support, I wouldn’t have ever tried to get back in the gym, he’s been there this whole time and I couldn’t be more grateful. Um, my coaches were so supportive of my comeback; my physical trainor, Adrian, who told me all the doctors were wrong and gave me the reality checks I needed; the whole Philadelphia Flyers roster and their families cheered me on the whole time, especially my boyfriend, Joel Farabee. My friends, my teammates, all of them pushed me where I needed to be,” you said, gratefully.

“Thank you for your time, y/n. We wish you the best of luck this weekend,” the main announcer said to you before you went off to podium training.

Marcus and Michelle had both told you only to warm up simplified versions of your routine, so that you could bring shock factor when you were actually performing. You had upgraded almost all of your tumbling back to where it was before injury, but no one needed to know that besides you and those in your gym. Podium training had gone very well, better than you had anticipated, so you were looking forward to how championships would go.

As you packed up your gym bag and grabbed your phone, you saw all the messages you had from the Flyers group chat you had somehow found your way to.

Bee: did you guys see that too?

Tiki Bar: if we are talking about the same thing, i think we did.

Patti Lapone: did she actually say nice things about us?

Kev: i really think the texas heat is getting to her already

G: she’s probably just feeling under the weather about competition, otherwise we might want to check if she is okay

Scotty: i think i misheard or i got hit in the head and didn’t realize it

Frosty: hell has frozen over

Bee: haha. frost. frozen. get it

Tiki Bar: beezer.

G: i’ll make you do laps if you make another frost joke

Laughing at the texts in the group chat in reaction to your interview, you simply typed up a simple response: this is what i get when i’m nice, now you know why i’m not like this all the time.

Luckily for you, you didn’t have to do any media after podium training, so you were able to leave whenever you wanted to. After checking with Marcus and Michelle, you made sure it was alright that you went off to go see Tyler and the rest of the guys. Assuming that they would be at practice, after changing out of your leo, you took the drive to the Stars practice facility.

Having come to Fort Worth so much for gymnastics and Dallas for a few hockey games, you had run into some of the Stars roster on multiple occasions. By the third time you had ran into them, and this time ran into was a very literal statement, you had exchanged social medias and most of the roster kept an eye out for any updates in your gymnastics career. During your recovery, the whole team constantly asked for updates about how you were and how gymnastics was going.

Once you parked, you quietly made your way inside - not wanting to interrupt the practice. There were a few officials walking around, but most either paid you no mind or recognized you from times before you had been here. Walking towards the rink, your eyes settled on the boys doing laps for the last part of practice. It wasn’t until most of the guys were only talking and about to get off the ice that they noticed you.

Tyler was the first to notice you, smiling and waving towards you, which caused most of the team to follow where he was looking and notice you. As the team headed to the locker room to change, you simply waited on one of the benches for them.

“I feel like you only came all this way to see my dogs,” Tyler said, making his way towards you.

“No, I would never do such a thing, I obviously came here to say hi to you,” you stood up to give him a hug.

“Mhm, whatever you say. Didn’t you have podium training today? How’d it go?”

“Well, it went pretty well actually. I did a few of my dismounts, but kept most of my landings safe just to be careful. But other than that everything went well.”

“As long as you kick ass tomorrow, I’m fine,” he said, honestly, “do you have anything else to do for the rest of the day or did you just come to say hi?”

“Well, I have no plans for the rest of the day, but I don’t want to intrude on any team plans.”

“You know you would never be intruding on anything with us, even if you are dating a Flyer,” Jamie O said from behind you.

“God, Jamie, what the fuck? Where’d you come from?”

“Your mom’s house,” he said, earning a fist bump from Tyler.

“I can’t even be upset, that was a good one,” you smiled as Jamie hugged you,”and don’t bring Joel into this.”

“My condolences.”

“Condolences? No one died?” you questioned.

“You are dating someone that plays for the Flyers,” Tyler said.

“Damn, that’s harsh,” you replied.

“Anyways, moving on. Me and a few other guys were coming over to mine for lunch and to hangout, if you want to come you are welcome to,” Tyler said to which you simply nodded.

“Is that who I think it is?” another familiar voice rang out, causing you to whip your head around to see Roope and Jake heading your way.

“Well, if you thought it was me, then you would be correct, my friend,” you retaliated.

“I’m surprised they let you in here, considering you are dating a Flyer,” Otter said, jokingly.

“Quit bringing the fact that I’m dating Bee into the conversation.”

“At least Nicole is in the safe zone,” Roope said, causing your eyes to widen, “y/n. What was that?”

“What was what?” you questioned as Roope simply narrowed his eyes.

“You did the thing.”

“What are you talking about, bestie?”

“Oh, you have a habit of your face changing when you know something that will ruin the whole perspective or something or if you know a secret that will change the entire story. Very entertaining and concerning that you didn’t know,” Tyler added.

“Um, well, didn’t expect to be psychoanalyzed by a bunch of hockey players today, but here we are.”

“Ok, I think we should head to mine and then, we can continue psychoanalyzing you,” Tyler suggested to which you all agreed. Roope, who had gotten a ride from Tyler in the morning, immediately hopped into your car as soon as you unlocked it.

“What’s up with Nicole?” he asked as soon as you started driving.

“What happened to hello? How are you?” you joked.

“Listen, I’m asking now because I don’t want to talk about this with the guys there. But what did you mean?” he said, causing you to take a deep breath. It wasn’t like Roope and Nicole were ever together, but it was always an unspoken fling of sorts, that they never made official.

“Look,-”

“Please, just tell me what’s happening,” he pleaded.

“Nicole and Nolan are sort of together,” you rushed out, causing a moment of silence to break out. You didn’t know what to expect as a reaction, considering they weren’t official and hadn’t really talked since the last time you and her were in Texas.

“Is she happy?”

“Yeah, she’s happy.”

“Okay, that’s all I care about,” he said simply, which made your heart almost break for one of your closest friends.

…..

Being able to spend time with some of your close friends that you hadn’t seen in a while was just what you needed to destress about championships. Maybe an intense game of uno with five of the most competitive people was exactly what some might call a destressor, but here you were.

Tyler threw down his cards as he stood up dramatically, “no, because there is no way that a.) she already has an uno and that b.) all of you used your draw two cards against me.”

“Don’t be upset, Ty, that’s just how the game of uno is sometimes,” you replied, hiding a laugh.

“Oh, shut up. I think you guys cheated,” Tyler accused.

“I think you just don’t know how to play uno,” Jamie mumbled.

“Oh, yeah, real funny. I think you all teamed up against me and Jake dealt that way on purpose.”

“And we all think, you just can’t accept a loss in uno,” Roope added.

“Fine, let’s settle this like men,” Tyler grabbed all the cards, attempting to shuffle them before accepting he couldn’t shuffle and handing them over to you to shuffle, “I’m watching you.”

“Oh, wow, so scared,” quickly shuffling them, doing a little bit more than usual to get Tyler off your case, you handed them back to him, “there you go.”

Another final round of uno, which ended up with you and Roope head to head as far as who would win, while Tyler had ended up with at least 15 cards to which Jamie was the first to speak up, “I think we should end here before someone gets hurt.”

“No, no, we’re fine. It’s fine. y/n, take your turn,” he said, eyes narrowing as he watched from beside you. Even if it was your last card, you dropped the draw 4, which made Tyler draw more cards.

“Damn, that sucks,” you said, hiding a laugh.

“What was that, y/n?” Tyler said.

“I said, damn, that sucks,” you repeated, watching Tyler closely as he stood up quickly once again, before practically chasing you. “Tyler, it’s just uno. Stop chasing me.”

“Oh, wow, ‘damn, that sucks’” Tyler mocked.

As the other three watched, Jamie just grabbed the bowl of popcorn as they watched their friends running around chasing each other. “I see why we don’t play uno much,” Jake said.

“Yep. Exactly. But no one listened when I advised against it,” Jamie said, taking a drink of his beer.

“Tyler, watch yourself,” you said, as he stood on the opposite side of the couch. He started running one way, as you ran the other to avoid him, but he quickly sidestepped and caught up to you. Practically throwing you over his shoulder, he made his way out to the pool, “Tyler, let’s not do anything crazy here.”

“Oh, you mean like hold a draw four card until the end of the game,” Tyler said, as he tossed you into the deep end of his pool.

“Children. Literal children,” Roope said, shaking his head, going to grab you a towel.

Rising up from the water and quickly moving the hair out of your face, you swam over to where Tyler was, “hey, can you help me out?”

“Nah, I’m not falling for that one,” he stated.

“Seriously, I won’t do anything right now, I promise,” you said, as you saw him reach his arm out to which you quickly grabbed and stood out of the pool. Walking towards Roope, who had grabbed you a towel, you turned back around to see Tyler still walking near the pool. Using this to your advantage, you ran and pushed Tyler into the pool. “Sorry, bestie,” you said, running to get the towel from Roope and running back in the house.

After getting changed into one of Tyler’s extra shirts he had lying around, you were just hanging out with the guys when a familiar contact flashed on the screen to FaceTime, Jake who was right next to you immediately noticed, “ooh, better go talk to your man, y/n.”

“Shut the literal fuck up,” you called back, standing up to go the kitchen for privacy. Answering, you noticed that Joel was at Nolan and Kevin’s apartment, “were you that lonely without me, babe?”

“No, well maybe, but I’m helping them set up for the watch party tomorrow,” Joel said, taking a seat at their kitchen island, “how’d podium training go?”

“It went really well actually, I didn’t work the 3.5 just so that way I have something over their heads, you know. But other than that, it was all good. How are things at home?”

“Well, I mean no one is dead, which is always good. Um, debated getting a dog, my mom called, I told her about you. Uh, already told you about the watch party. I don’t think anything else interesting happened,” he said, shrugging as if he hadn’t just mentioned bringing you up to his mom.

“Wait, you told your mom about me?”

“Well, she does follow me on Instagram, so after seeing the post she texted me asking and then she asked while we were on the phone. She wished you good luck, by the way. She’s also visiting here with my dad in a few weeks and I’d really love it if you would meet them,” he said, shyly.

“Uh, yeah, yeah, of course,” you rushed out, hoping you didn’t sound as nervous as you were.

“That sounded very unsure.”

“No, it’s fine. I just have never been at the spot in a relationship where I meet the parents, I’m just nervous. I don’t want to mess it up.”

“Babe, my mom already loves you, she was getting on my case about not telling her, but she already thinks very highly of you and I definitely hyped you up a little bit. You have nothing to worry about,” he reassured you, which made you smile.

“Hey, y/n/n,” Kevin yelled.

“Hey, Kev.”

“You were very nice in your interview today, it had all of us worried,” Kevin said, which caused you to roll your eyes in response.

“Hey, I can be nice sometimes.”

“On very rare occasions, yes,” Joel added.

“Whatever.” As you talked a little while longer with the guys, eventually Roope and Tyler had come in to say hi to everyone as well, which had you dying laughing as both of them gave the ‘you hurt her, we fly to Philly and hurt you’ talk that almost everyone had given him.

Telling Joel you would call him back whenever you made it back to your hotel, you stayed with the guys for another couple of hours before heading back to your hotel. Nicole had spent most of the day after podium training resting and had met you in the hotel lobby when you got back.

“So,- “ she didn’t even have to finish her sentence before you knew what she was saying.

“Roope is doing good, he said he hopes things are going well,” you said, watching as a small smile crept up her face.

“Well, good to know. Did you know KD is also staying at this hotel?”

“Well, considering this is the host hotel and most competitors are here, I am not all that shocked.”

“Yeah, but you probably didn’t know she’s legit a few rooms away from us, did ya?”

“No, guess not,” you said, “how’d you find that one out?”

“Well, let me set the scene for you. I go to get ice and then I hear her talking with, uh, whatever her name is, Callie or Carly, it starts with a C. Anyways, they were talking about you and me and how our skills have been less than recently and all this stuff about you not catching up to where you were - which I found so fucking funny because who has won gold at the past few meets? Not her. Anyways, all is fair in the sport of gymnastics, but I’m just excited to see her reaction to you doing the 3.5.”

“Damn, no pressure there, Nic.”

“Okay, but the thing is, you have the skill,” Nicole said, as you got into the elevator. “You have it down. It’s all up here, in your cranium,” she said, pointing to your head.

“Alright, let’s just go to bed now,” you said, slowly removing her hand and opening the door to your hotel room.

…..

“Hello everyone and welcome to Day One of the 2021 US Gymnastics Championships. We are very excited to see how today’s competition goes as this competition will decide who makes it onto the National Team and who will qualify for Olympic Trials,” Joel heard the announcer say as he made his way to sit with everyone in the living room.

“Did you talk to her this morning?” Claude asked from beside him.

“Yeah, usual pre-comp anxieties. Nolan talked to her and Nicole to give the usual pep talk and then we talked for a while on their way to the arena,” Joel answered, looking back to the TV to see you prepping for bars, “she said podium training went well, but Kathryn was talking shit, so all I know is she better kick her ass.”

“You know she will, it happens everytime. She gets in her head and still does amazing, just a casual Tuesday,” Scott added.

“It’s not Tuesday?” Travis questioned.

“Yes, I know,” Scott said, confusing everyone.

“Alright, moving on,” Joel reiterated.

“And starting on bars, we have y/n y/l/n. Now if you remember, less than a year ago, y/n was injured at another competition doing a beam dismount that she might be competing in today’s competition. She is definitely one to watch as she has a reputation of scoring high in these meets, before and after her return. Her teammate, Nicole Carter, will be following up.”

Joel watched as you stepped away from the chalk box to start your routine, he watched intently as you jumped from the springboard to reach the high bar. He watched intently as you went through your routine. Release skills. Giants. Pirouettes. More release skills. More giants. Dismount. Stuck landing.

“A great start to Day 1 for y/n, who seems pretty proud of how that routine went,” the announcer said, “rotation two will be beam, where we might see that 3.5 twist, which is currently in the process of being named by Kathryn Davis, who was the first to compete it at a major competition. Now the question everyone is wondering is will we see this skill from y/n today?”

“She’s doing it. Fucking dumbass,” Joel grumbled at the announcer.

“Damn, Beezer, tell them how you really feel,” Travis replied, as everyone else laughed at Joel’s behavior before watching Nicole compete. Nicole’s routine ended with a stuck landing, the camera following her as she made her way off the platform and hugged you before the two of you did your secret handshake.

Knowing the next event was beam, Joel waited as other competitors did their routines as you were warming up. He knew this moment would make or break how the rest of the meet went and with this only being your second event, it needed to go well.

Everyone watched anxiously as you saluted the judges, shaking your hands out before you reached to mount the beam. You took a deep breath before actually starting your routine. Starting the beginning choreography, you kept your movements sharp and clean. All the skills in your routine were sharp - doing this so if the dismount didn’t go well, it hopefully wouldn’t affect your score too much.

Joel had memorized your routines, knowing you were approaching your dismount, he saw your movements become slightly hesitant. Watching as you did a quick pivot on the beam to prep for the dismount, he watched you take a deep breath.

“C’mon, babe. You got it,” he said, and by whatever power was listening he watched your lips twitch up to a smile as you started your dismount. Going for the round-off and starting the twists, you did the three and a half twists, opening up to find your landing, and stuck your dismount. Joel’s smile grew even more when he saw how happy you were with your routine.

The rest of Day 1 of Championships went well for both you and Nicole; the two of you ending in the first and place spot in all around, with Kathryn following close behind. After the competition, both of you had your media conferences before you made your way back to the hotel. As both of you checked your phone, you saw the multiple notifications from various social medias.

“Dude, did you see what Ryanne posted?” Nicole asked, a look on her face that you couldn’t easily recognize.

“No, hold on,” you opened Instagram to see she had tagged you in multiple posts on her instagram story: starting off with a picture of all the guys wearing a jersey with your and Nicole’s name on it, a picture of all the guys watching warms ups intently, a video of Joel and Travis debating the name of a skill from Nicole’s routine (Travis was right), a video of Joel watching you do your beam routine and cheering you on right as you go for your dismount, and then a video of everyone cheering as you and Nicole as they announced the end of day 1.

…..

After falling asleep with Joel on FaceTime, you woke up to your 6am alarm to get ready for Day 2 of championship, Joel - who had told you he would wake up with you - was still sound asleep. Getting you and Nicole an apple from the lobby, you talked to a few of your competitors and a few fans before heading back to yours and Nicole’s room.

“Wake up, bitch, it’s Day 2 of Championships,” you said, jumping to lay next to Nicole on her bed.

“Leave me to die here, I don’t want to go. USAG can suck a homeless man’s dick,” she mumbled into the pillow.

“That’s truly something, wait til the media teams hear about that one,” you joked, only to get a glare sent your way.

“You know what? You can suck on one, too,” she responded, pulling the blanket over her head.

“Well at least, there's less competition,” to which she quickly peaked out of the blanket.

“Oh, you wish. We’re neck and neck this time, so we’ll see who gets bragging rights.”

“Well if you don’t get out of bed, then we’ll never know,” you said, to which she only sent a glare your way.

“Do we really have to get up and compete today? Do you think we could petition to reschedule?”

“I mean, I’m sure if we talked to people, we’d get a lot of signatures, but I don’t think it would go over well,” you said, grabbing your garment bag that held your leo for today, “I’m going to go get ready because I know if we end up talking to Joel and Nolan first, we won’t be ready in time.”

After you got ready, both you and Nicole got your pep talk from Nolan and Bee. On the way to the arena, both of you got a bunch of good luck messages - not just from your friends and family, but also from teammates and even some from most of the Stars roster. You had a feeling in your gut that today would be a good day.

…..

“Alright folks, Day 2 of Championships have been off to a great start and are about to come to a close. With Nicole Carter in first with a 57.605 All-Around score and Kathryn Davis in second with a 57.1, Cassie Riley in third with a 56.2, it comes down to the final rotations. y/n y/l/n is one of the last to go on floor today, who will need a score of at least a 13.5 to get first,” the announcer said.

“And compared to her average score, this will be easily attainable. If she scores at least a 14.5, she’ll be first overall for both days of competition. She already has a for sure spot at Trials, even when you don’t consider scores. As long as she is able to hit all elements of this routine, she’ll be fine,” another announcer said.

“Ok, you’re good, you just have to hit this routine and there’s no doubt you’ll make it to where you want to be. Deep breaths, Twinkle Toes,” Marcus said.

Walking up the platform to get up to the floor, you took your spot at the edge of the floor, ready to salute the judge, and get the last meet of championships out of the way. After anxiously waiting, the judge finally saluted. Entering the floor with a determined walk, you took your spot waiting for the familiar sound of your floor music to ring out.

That familiar feeling of doing the sport you loved, once again, rushed through your veins. Block everything out and complete the routine, that’s all you had to do. Going to your starting pose, the music started. Going through the familiar motions of your routine, you stuck your first tumbling pass. Then came the leaps and jump sequence and all that was in between, with the additional three tumbling passes.

You didn’t give yourself a chance to overthink about your routine, you knew that it wouldn’t benefit you in any way, but as you stepped off the floor you knew that you did what you could. As soon as you made it back to where Marcus and Nicole were sitting, you waited to see what your score was.

Joel and everyone watching at home watched as you sat down to see what your score was. He had this dopey grin gracing his features from the amount of pride he felt in that moment. He didn’t care what your score was, he knew you had put whatever you could out on the mat. He listened to Travis for a moment until the announcer started up again for scores and awards, “and y/n y/l/n pulled through with the score that she needed, a 14.9 on floor. She placed first in All-Around, Carter following right behind, and Davis in third. If all goes this well at trials, I’d say we have a lot of good representation for the Olympic Games.”

…..

After the meet and countless amount of interviews both you and Nicole were extremely worn out and had both passed out on the flight back. As you and Nicole stepped out of the terminal, you were met with the familiar faces of your friends and family. You smiled as you saw Bee for the first time in a few days and despite how tired you were, you couldn’t stop yourself from running to him.

He immediately caught you and did the cliche spin (the one you swore you would never do) before pulling you into a regular hug, “I’m so proud of you, babe. You have no idea.”

“Thank you. I surprisingly missed you,” you joked, laughing harder when Joel pulled you away slightly to catch a glimpse of your face.

“Wow, aren’t I glad I was blessed with such a nice girlfriend? It’s crazy.”

“Absolutely insane.”

“Preposterous.”

“Can the two of you shut the fuck up?” Kevin asked, coming over to give you a hug, “you did good out there, y/n/n. You also kept all your bones intact, I’m proud.”

“Shut the fuck up, Kev.”

“Okay, aside from you getting onto Kev and Bee, I missed you, too,” Karly said from beside Travis.

“I kinda did, too. You did amazing though, y/n/n. I’m proud,” Travis said.

“Thank you, thank you. All in a hard day's work,” you said, shrugging.

“Dude, you might want to go back to Beezer, he looks like a lost puppy watching you talk to us,” Travis pointed out, nodding in Joel’s direction who smiled when you caught his eye.

“Yeah, not a shocking development,” you said, before walking back in Joel’s direction, “hey, Bee.”

“Hey, honey,” he said, wrapping his arms around you again, “you ready to go home?”

“Yeah, of course,” you leaned up to kiss his cheek.

“Ew, guys. Get a room,” Kevin called out, fake gagging.

#joel farabee #joel farabee x reader #joel farabee imagines #joel farabee x gymnast!reader #nhl imagines #nhl imagine #hockey imagines

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wxlfstxrx · 4 years ago

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“I might be bad at this, but okay.” for either Wolfstar or O’Knutzy if you have the time? And only if you want to ofc!

oh god i’m so sorry. this went waaaaaay off track. the prompt only comes in near the end HAHAAHHAA. still i hope you like it!! i thoroughly enjoyed writing it :”)

during quarantine, while staying over with the boys, logan decides to grow out his hair

it was always kinda long to begin with, his fringe reaching past his nose if he combs it flat after washing it

after two and a half months of quarantine it’s an actual mop, and there’s only so much hair his cap can contain

finn offers to help him trim it. even though he’s not fantastic at cutting hair, he’s helped kasey trim his split ends a couple of times during roadies and kasey hasn’t straight up murdered him yet so he assumes he’s at least half decent at it

logan refuses though; i’ve never grown out my hair before, he says with a wide smile and dreamy expression, i‘m excited to see how much i can grow out

leo and finn look at each other and shrug. if they’re being honest they’re as curious as logan is

if they thought that his curls were wild normally, it gets even wilder as his hair grows longer

but it’s also thick and silky and luscious and gorgeous

the boys cannot stop running their hands through logan’s hair every chance they get. in bed, in the shower, while they’re watching movies on the couch, while they’re all crammed in the kitchen as leo cooks, even while logan sleeps. they just really really like his hair okay

at one point, he even manages to tie a small half bun on the top of his head and finn just loses it. the trio end up staying up all night, and there’s a lot of hair pulling and logan will deny it if asked, but he loves it

after they eventually wake up and have breakfast lunch, logan complains about his scalp hurting and leo immediately plants himself between logan and the backrest of the couch and starts massaging his scalp

logan lets out a loud, breathy moan at the soothing sensation and soon enough they go for another round but without the hair pulling this time

as much as he loves his long-ish hair, it gets in the way a lot. he’s always brushing stray curls from his eyes and vacuuming hair off the tiled floor of the apartment

also, it sometimes gets very hot, and he yearns to be able to tie it up in a ponytail but his hair isnt long enough to do so. chunks of hair will fall out of his elastic the moment he takes his hands off his hair

eventually he tries learning how to french braid his own hair. he’s seen his sisters do it enough times, and moreover, he knows how to braid their hair, so logically he should be able to braid his own as well

who is he kidding? of course he can’t. he doesn’t know how his sisters do it, it’s difficult enough to braid someone else’s hair, but it’s a whole olympic sport for them to braid their own. logan struggles with it for several minutes (read: thirty seconds) before he gives up, groaning in frustration and wiping the sweat off his forehead and neck

leo walks into the bathroom and asks logan what he’s trying to do, and naturally leo’s an expert at just about everything so he says he can help logan to braid his hair, learning it from his younger sister a couple of years ago

leo mentions how much he loves the rainbow braided bracelet his family gifted him after he came out to them. he wears on his wrist at all times, and one weekend they decided to make matching ones for the whole family

ever since then he’s been fascinated with braiding and he asked his sister to teach him how to braid her hair. he knows how to do a french braid, dutch braid, fishtail braid and even a waterfall braid and suddenly gets very excited about braiding logan’s hair since he doesn’t have his sister to practice on ever since he moved to gryffindor

he practically drags logan back into the living room, pushing him down onto the couch while he stands behind it, leaning forward so his hips rest against the back of the couch while he combs through logan’s curls with his fingers

logan relaxes against the backrest as he lets leo do his magic, thoroughly enjoying the feeling of leo’s long, nimble fingers tugging lightly at his hair

within minutes, leo’s done with the french braid and he crosses over to straddle logan on the couch, pulling out some strands so they frame his face nicely. it’s short, but logan’s features are accentuated nicely and he looks so handsome like this. leo smiles at his handiwork, his gaze softening and he cups logan’s cheeks in his large hands and kisses him hard

finn wanders out of the bedroom at one point and full on drops his phone at the sight of logan with a braid. his phone screen breaks because he’s such a disaster and he makes logan and leo promise never to speak of it, even when they finally come out to the team

horny boy that he is, he instantly gets turned on because, well, his two babies are passionately making out, and also logan with braided hair is something that has been appearing in his dreams lately wink wonk

some time later, when logan’s hair has practically fallen out of his braid, finn decides that he absolutely must learn how to braid logan’s hair so he can do it all the time and basically live out his wet dream

after a long shower together, leo parts logan’s freshly washed hair down the middle and, with finn opposite him, both kneeling on the couch beside where logan is still naked save for the towel around his waist and scrolling through his phone, he patiently gives finn a step by step tutorial on how to do a french braid

it takes a couple of days of fumbling (finn has extremely clumsy fingers) but one day leo’s out buying groceries and logan asks finn to braid his hair for him

finn’s very nervous. i might be bad at this, but okay, he responds as he moves to stand behind logan on where he’s seated at the dining table. he takes a good fifteen minutes to do it, but it looks pretty good when he’s done if he does say so himself

as he secures the braid with an elastic, he softly tugs at the bottom of the braid so that logan’s head tilts back and looks up at finn upside down. he grins at him and bends down to press kisses all over his face. logan’s hand comes up to cup around the back of finn’s neck, directing his mouth to meet his, their tongues exploring each other’s mouths thoroughly and languidly

leo comes home to that and his heart almost explodes with pride at how much finn’s braiding has improved in just a couple of days

he also almost explodes at how hot the two boys look, and walks over to finn, pressing himself against his back

finn jumps in surprise and moans, and logan knows his braid is going to unravel again in approximately three and a half minutes but he doesn’t care

despite all the trouble long hair brings him, he thinks he might just have to keep it

#Finn O'Hara #Logan Tremblay #Leo Knut #O'Knutzy #O'Knutzy quarantine #lumosinlove

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themaddielorian · 5 years ago

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Tagged by my love @m00kieblaylock 🥰❤️

1. Name: Madison but I go by Maddie (if you like Madison more you can use that!)

2. Zodiac: gonna go ALL out! Aries sun, Leo moon, & Scorpio rising (♈️ & ♏️ fit me best)

3. Height: 5’7

4. What time is it: 6am. I should 100% be asleep 🙃 (just doing this befor sleep)

5. Favorite musician or group: a couple rn! Hozier is number 1! Also Dermot Kennedy, Bright Eyes forever (& Conor’s associated acts), Lady Gaga, Fall Out Boy, Stevie Ray Vaughan (born & raised on him, his music feels like home, I can tell one of his songs just from a couple seconds of his guitar 🥰)

6. Favorite sports team: basically the only time I EVER get involved in any kind of sports is during the Olympics, and even then I only like certain events. So, I guess the women’s gymnastics, the swimming teams, & the snowboarders (primarily the USA teams because it’s pm the only time I feel patriotic lol)

7. Other blogs: uh does Instagram/Twitter count? If so, Twitter is wastelandmaddie and Instagram is wasteland_maddie come say hi!!

8. Do I get asks: No! I mean, I got DMs when I was trying desperately to sell the Hozier tickets, but nothing before or since

9. How many blogs do I follow: 34 but I’m pretty picky lol

10. Any tumblr crushes: I’m pretty sure everyone I’ve found everyone I follow who’s posted their picture to be incredibly pretty. I can’t remember if I’ve seen that any of the people I follow are guys? But the ladies are absolutely killing it

11. Lucky number: idk if I have a “lucky” number, but my favorites are 5 and 25 🤷🏻‍♀️

12. What are you wearing right now: well that’s very forward! It’s very cold here! Wool socks, leggings, sweatpants (my leggings aren’t thick), a long sleeved shirt, and my favorite super baggy Kings of Leon crew neck sweatshirt (it’s literally SO cozy and a really pretty light teal/turquoise color)

13. Dream vacation: I’ve wanted to go to Santorini, Greece for YEARS. It looks absolutely STUNNING. And also Ireland. I’d want to go all over. Beach sides, cliffs, the mountains, the plains (I’m from the plains here in the Midwest but Ireland’s look so much GREENER and more lush), take me all over. No Blarney Stone though, I will always skip that one...

14. Dream car: I like Subaru’s?? I guess they’re really safe. The kind of SUV ones look nice, and would be practical for having dogs (important consideration). Otherwise, I think Mazda’s are adorable

15. Favorite food: I never get sick of pasta. Even just like the simplest of pasta. Homemade mashed potatoes are to die for (best part of thanksgiving). One food I’ll always miss is my great grandma’s Belgian waffles (Omfggggg, SO worth waking up super early for), and this Danish pastry, passed down from my other great grandma on my dad’s side called Kringle. Idk how to describe it, but my great aunt used to make it every time we visited and she would literally have to slap my dad’s and my hands away from the hot pans because we loved them so much 😂

16. Drink of choice: just water!! I have a 32oz Yeti and refill it multiple times a day. I also fell in love with chamomile tea recently, and for soda, Mr Pibb is obviously the best, followed by Dr Pepper

17. Languages: just straight up English. When I’m having a bad migraine, sometimes that fails me 🙃 I know a few random words in different languages, but not more than that

18. Instruments: I actually used to be pretty good at violin! But forced every day practice and waking up really early during grade school (like 4th-6th grade) killed my desire to play. I wish I had held out, it’s one of my favorite instruments ☹️

19. Celebrity crushes: Hozier, Charlie Hunnam, Idris Elba, Robert Downey Jr, Edward Norton, Niall Horan

20. Random fact: i once owned 10 guinea pigs by accident........ so I got a guinea pig when I was 18, my mom got her a companion, it wasn’t a female like the humane society said. They ended up up having a litter of 3 and the humane society fixed the dad... but didn’t tell us about the necessary quarantine period. We ended up with a second litter of 5 before the first litter was fully grown. We ended up finding homes for them all (a lot of them went in pairs bc we took them all to an actual vet to have their gender checked and for some reason the majority were male)

I tag: @hozierinthewoods @hozierisginger and idk anyone who else wants to do it lol

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kyungsunks · 6 years ago

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☀ *. ·| NOH KYUNGSUN ⇢ TASK 001:QUESTIONNAIRE !

what fictional place would you like to go to?

why would i want to go somewhere fictional? what even fictional places are there? harry potter land?

if you could turn any activity into an olympic sport, what would you have a good chance at winning a medal for?

i can’t say what i actually want to say because apparently it’s inappropriate. but, as a censored answer, i’ll say i could win a medal at being an idiot. people used to tell me i was stupid a lot, and now i kind of think they were right. i am an idiot. i could do anything and make it seem hard.

what’s your biggest pet peeve?

i don’t like people who get too close in elevators. i need to breath. people are such freaks.

what’s something you’ve been meaning to try, but haven’t gotten around to doing?

i want to visit paris. i never got to go, and now it’s kind of romantic. at least the tourist areas are. i want to see things like that. go on the eiffel tower and all that bullshit.

what’s the earliest memory you have?

well. i actually remember a lot about my life. guess the reaper who took me down forget how to do his job. i can remember how my dad was. what my boyfriend was like. but my clearest memory is of how i died. i know exactly how it happened.

do you believe it’s okay to lie and under what circumstances?

i think it’s fine to lie. well, not to me. i don’t like people lying to me. that actually annoys me. but, i’ve lied to people before. and i don’t really care about people lying to other people.

describe yourself in one sentence.

i’m beyond words, too good, really. what can you say about someone this good?

what’s your star sign?

well. i’m so old now i can’t check every part of it, but my sun sign is libra. it makes definite sense, right? i’m such a libra. i think i have gemini in me too. leo maybe, too?

night owl or early bird?

early bird. i usually sleep around midnight, and wake up in the morning. even if i try and stay awake, i end up sleeping. my boyfriend hated it, he said i fell asleep before he had time to have any fun.

#☀ ー｢ tasks.#☀ ー｢ development.#keisungquestionnaire #keisungtask001 #the graphics looked really nice last night but i have no confidence FTYGHJK

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missrcyna-blog · 6 years ago

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under the cut are 150 (i think) answered questions about reyna mercedes - team fire! some are in third person, while others are in first.

1. if they were a candle, what scent would they be? “maybe like vanilla and coconut. is that a thing?” 2. what female celebrity do they wish was their sister? rihanna! she feels as if she’d be a super fun sister plus free fenty beauty supplies?? hello? 3. what male celebrity do they wish was their brother? finn wolfhard would be an adorable younger brother, in her opinion. 4. how old do they think they’ll be when they get married? she thinks she’ll get married in her late twenties, but she wants to be settled in her profession first. plus, she actually needs to find someone. 5. how many countries have they been to? two, counting america. she’s been to brazil to visit family 6. what would they name their daughter if they had one? celeste, after reyna’s mother, and after that, some names she likes are penelope, danielle, christine. 7. what would they name their son if they had one? she likes the names mason, jasper, kobe, and bruno, but she really isn’t picky. 8. what was their favorite tv show as a child? wizards of waverly place & lizzie mcguire 9. what language, besides their native language, would they like to be fluent in? she’d love to be fluent in french because she considers it such a beautiful language and many of her dance teachers had been french. 10. would they ever change their name? if so, to what? she wouldn’t, because she likes her name and her dad had been the one to suggest it. 11. what was the last compliment they got? “you’re the funnest counselor ever!” - young camper that got what she wanted. 12. what is their favorite flavor of tea? rose tea. 13. how did they find out that santa and the easter bunny weren’t real? she found out santa wasn’t real when she was seven and held a stakeout on christmas eve and saw her dad sneaking her gift under the tree. she never believed in the easter bunny. 14. what is their hogwarts house? (recommended: take pottermore quiz) hufflepuff! 15. what tarot card are they? (recommended: take this quiz) the sun card. it said she was typically a happy person because of her achievements. 16. are they more of a marvel or dc fan? “marvel. guardians of the galaxy -- hello?” 17. who is their favorite superhero? “does groot count? if not, maybe the she-hulk?” 18. everyone has a song that deeply reminds them of their childhood. what is theirs? rock with you by michael jackson. 19. what are the meanings of their first, middle, and last name? reyna - queen; eleanora - shining light; mercedes - mercies or greatest gifts. 20. have they ever stolen a street sign before? never. she didn’t know that was a thing. 21. what is their biggest pet peeve? buzzkills; people that take themselves too seriously. 22. if they were a month, what month would they be? may. she just thinks it’s a pretty month and it’s when schools start coming to an end. 23. what is their least favorite movie? “any of those films they used to show in history class.” 24. what five movies would they bring with them if they were stuck on a deserted island? “would i even be able to watch them? maybe i’d bring black panther, good burger, guardians of the galaxy, incredibles 2 -- i haven’t watched it yet but i know it’ll be great -- and the goofy movie.” 25. out of all of the late night talk show hosts, who is their favorite? “i love jimmy fallon. i feel like it’d be really fun to be on his show.” 26. what are three things they are afraid of? rejection, not being able to dance, and spiders. 27. what was the first concert they went to? “it was a one direction concert. i had total one direction infection, and i am not ashamed.” 28. is there a nickname that only their family calls them? she doesn’t really have any special nicknames. 29. what side of the bed do they sleep on? she’s a wild sleeper, so she’s pretty much all over the bed. 30. what is their favorite comfort food? strawberry shortcake. 31. what award shows do they watch? radio disney music awards, teen choice awards, billboard music awards, and grammy awards. 32. do they have any weird body skills (example: being double jointed)? not that she knows of. 33. if they drink coffee, what is their coffee order? she likes to mix it up, but her favorites are chai and vanilla lattes. in the winter, her go-to is hot chocolate with cinnamon whipped cream. 34. what social media platforms do they have? snapchat, instagram, facebook, twitter, dubsmash, whatsapp (to talk to family), and she used to have vine and kik. 35. are they a cat or dog person? “i love cats too, but i’ve gotta say i’m more of a dog person.” 36. if they were a supernatural creature, what would they be? “whatever peter pan was. i don’t want to grow up.” 37. what show are they currently watching on netflix/hulu? she’s watching a bunch of different shows, because she easily gets distracted, but she is currently watching on my block, black lightning, and jane the virgin. 38. what is their favorite disney movie? the goofy movie. 39. do they wear any perfume or cologne? only when she is dressing up. she usually sticks with scented lotions and the like. 40. what genres of music do they listen to? she’s willing to listen to anything. 41. have they ever seen the bee movie? three times. her bio for a while was “ according to all known laws of aviation, “ 42. what are their favorite memes? “i love memes based on popular songs, like all the God’s plan and ‘then i freaked it’ ones.” 43. what celebrities do they share a birthday with? taylor lautner, jennifer aniston, khalid, kelly rowland, and thomas edison. 44. what is their moon (zodiac) sign? leo 45. which of the seven cardinal sins do they embody the most? greed. 46. do they watch sports on television? if so what ones? she only watches major sports events, like the olympics or world cup or finals. 47. what do they put on their typical sandwich? she loves sloppy joes and cheeseburgers with ketchup, mustard, and pickles. 48. what was the name of their first significant other? “michael donovan, but it lasted for like three weeks so i’m not sure if it really counts.” 49. do they care if people think badly of them? not as much as she used to. 50. what was the last thing that made them cry? she re-watched the last episode of the suite life on deck. 51. are they an iphone or samsung user? iphone 52. what type of computer do they use (example: apple)? she has a dell inspiron 11 3000 laptop. 53. what is one of their nervous habits? touching hair, tapping fingernails, avoiding eye contact, etc. 54. out of all reality shows, which one would they have a chance winning? she’d probably have a shot at so you think you can dance. 55. would they ever go bungee jumping or skydiving? she’s gone bungee jumping, but she’d probably never go skydiving. 56. what do they call their grandparents? vovó and vovô (pronunciations are different) 57. what do they do when they can’t sleep? she bothers whoever is available. 58. what time do they normally go to bed? around 10 or 11, unless she has a reason to stay up. 59. if they have instagram, what was the last picture that they posted? this throwback pic. 60. if they have twittter, what was the last thing that they tweeted? “ the day these ppl invest in air conditioning is the day i cry tears of joy😫 “ 61. who is their otp? “sam and freddie from icarly. they deserved better.” 62. do they like sweet, salty, or sour? “don’t make me choose between sweet and salty. it depends.” 63. did they play any sports in the past? cheerleading and dance, if those count. she loves to play sports like over the summer but those are the only two she officially played. 64. what is their favorite cheesy pick up line? “are you a parking ticket? ‘cause you’ve got fine written all over you.” 65. what tv show or movie is their guilty pleasure? “andi mack. i’m probably out of their intended age group, but it’s good, okay?” 66. if they were a fruit, what fruit would they be? strawberries are her favorite fruit of all time, so definitely that. 67. do they sing in the shower? yes, all the time. 68. what is their favorite type of chips? barbecue chips. 69. do they drink juice? if so, what is their favorite kind? strawberry juice. 70. what is more important to them: power, money, friends, family, love, or fame? family is most important to her, including friends that she considers family. 71. what does their handwriting look like? similar to this. 72. do they have reoccurring dreams? if not, what is their most memorable dream? “i once had this dream where the kardashians were trying to adopt me. they wanted to name me kasey.” 73. if they were a taste, what would it be? “salty. i’m always salty.” 74. what is one random fun fact about them? her favorite color is royal blue. 75. what is their lucky number? the number eight. it stands out to her and her eighth year was the last full year she had with her father. 76. do they have any pets? she wants one, but she has no time to properly take care of a pet. 77. do they believe in the paranormal or the supernatural? “who doesn’t? you can’t pass everything off as a ‘coincidence.’ 78. have they ever had any paranormal experiences? no, just pranks, coincidences and her own misunderstandings. 79. can they sing or dance? both, and she’s not afraid to let it be known. 80. who is the first person they call/text when something exciting happens? sofia, her friend from college. 81. what is their social media handle? @mercedesbends ! it’s a play on her last name, the fact that she dances, the car brand, and she got the idea from a vine. she’s a loser. 82. what swear word do they use/like the most? she likes flipping the bird (if that even counts??) but she doesn’t really curse. she says stuff like freaking or effing. 83. what is their ideal first date? “i’d love to have a first date at a fair or theme park. i think that seeing people on rollercoasters would tell you a lot about them.” 84. if they were a type of weather, what would they be? “snowy weather. gets you out of school, super fun, but dangerous after a while.” 85. what is their least favorite holiday? “any of the holidays that don’t get you out of school.” 86. what is the first thing that they do in the morning? browse memes on social media. 87. who is their ultimate celebrity crush? “ultimate? that’s like, an insult to all my other celebrity crushes. if i must choose, asap rocky, but don’t get mad at me if i change my mind.” 88. do they usually pay with cash or card? she prefers card because it makes her seem more official, but she usually uses cash. 89. what was the last thing that they bought? these glasses. no regrets. 90. are they a good or bad driver? she’s in the middle, but she prefers not to drive when she doesn’t have to. 91. if they could meet one person (from history or currently alive), who would it be? michael jackson. 92. have they ever gotten into a physical fight? nothing more than being shoved and slapped over stupid misunderstandings. 93. do they prefer pepsi or coke? "pepsi, because it’s sweeter.” 94. do they prefer the city or the suburbs? “i love the city life, but the suburbs feel more like home.” 95. do they have any special or odd talents? she can play piano and guitar. 96. when they were little, what did they want to be when they grew up? she wanted to be a professional dancer, but now she's aiming to be a choreographer or dance instructor since it’s a bit more realistic. 97. do they have any favorite smells? “favorite smells? i guess i’d say like the smell of cookies right out of the oven, anything strawberry-scented, cinnamon, vanilla, moqueca..” 98. if they could visit any place in the world, where would they go? atlantis. 99. do they wear jewelry? most days, she only really wears earrings. 100. who is the last person they talked to on the phone? her aunt called to tell her about a weird client she had received. 101. do they prefer ‘would you rather’ or ‘truth or dare’? she loves truth or dare. it’s a great way to get to know someone and have a blast doing it. 102. what has been their favorite halloween costume yet? one halloween, she walked around all day in a complete lego man costume. the stares she got at the mall were hilarious. 103. do they like horror movies? yes, and she actually finds them scary. 104. what is their typical breakfast like? she usually has a small breakfast, typically including with bread or fruit. 105. are they a netflix or hulu person? she loves netflix’s layout but thinks that hulu has a better range of options. 106. do they like to gossip? not really, unless it’s really interesting. 107. if they were a song, what one would they be? dancing queen by abba. 108. what was their best subject in school? english, even if it may not be apparent in her everyday speech. 109. what was their worst subject in school? she struggled with chemistry. she was that girl that’d make the project explode - most of the time on accident. 110. have they ever met anyone famous? khalid, adam levine, cody simpson and matty b. 111. who was their childhood hero? the stillwater dance and music specialist that helped her during her first year at camp. 112. were any tv shows or movies that they weren’t allowed to watch as a child? just the regular m or r rated stuff, or things that could be deemed too scary for her baby cousin. 113. what is the strangest thing they have ever eaten? she was dared to eat a mustard, macaroni, and ice cream sandwich. 114. do they prefer friends or family? don’t get her wrong -- she loves her friends, but family > friends. 115. how do they feel about pineapple on pizza? she tried it once as a dare but she actually enjoyed it. sue her. 116. do they put the milk or cereal in the bowl first? cereal in first because she has culture. 117. how do they think dogs would wear pants? the second one makes more sense to her. she thinks it’d be hard for the dog to move in the first one. 118. do they believe in luck or fate? “i believe in fate. i feel like we have a bunch of different destinies that are attainable and our choices affect which one we get.” 119. do they use emojis when they text? yes, to an abundance 120. who was their favorite character on friends? she can’t choose between phoebe and joey. 121. what character on friends are they most like? a buzzfeed article told her chandler, but she’d always considered herself more of a phoebe, because they are both childish girls who like music. 122. would they rather read the books or watch the movies? she thinks there is no reason to read a book when the movie is out. 123. what is their favorite time of day? “afternoon. you can do pretty much anything in the afternoon, and most people are in high spirits around that time. no one trying to go to bed and no one being grumpy because they’re not a morning.” 124. did they watch the teletubbies as a child? if so, who was their favorite? no, she didn’t really watch them. she definitely remembers them, but she never really got into them as a kid. 125. do they check the rating (like a rotten tomatoes rating) of a movie before they go and see one? nah, she just goes ahead and watches it. 126. do they have any favorite old hollywood movie stars? “does the girl from i love lucy count?” 127. if they had to live in any other decade, which would they choose? she’d like to live somewhere in the future. she doesn’t know exactly which decade, but she’d rather go to the future than the past. 128. if they could only listen to five music albums for the rest of their life, which ones would they choose? “that’s like asking a mother if she could only keep some of her children. don’t be cruel.” 129. do they believe in heaven/hell or reincarnation? she believes in a heaven and a hell, but she isn’t sure about her beliefs surrounding who gets to go where. 130. do they like chewing gum? “i love gum, but i can’t stand it when it loses its taste. gum flavors need to last longer. make it happen, science.” 131. do they like to go see musicals or plays? she loves them, especially musicals, so she watches them if they’re playing nearby. 132. were they apart of any clubs or teams in high school or college? she was on the dance team, cheerleading squad, and in the drama club. 133. what was their high school superlative? most likely to become famous 134. are they good at cooking or baking? she definitely needs to read the directions whenever she prepares something. 135. could they beat bobby flay? she’d try if she got the chance, but definitely not! 136. do they watch actual television? if so, what channels do they watch? she prefers to watch things on demand or on her phone, but she likes to watch disney channel and the cw television network. 137. have they ever seen rupaul’s drag race? she loves the show. she gets really into it and has audible commentary throughout each episode. 138. do they prefer pink or yellow lemonade? pink, especially strawberry. 139. could they lip sync for their life? in a heartbeat. she’d pull out all the stops to impress rupaul. 140. is their room messy or clean? it’s definitely never gross or smelly or anything like that, but she leaves pieces of clothing or other items lying around at times. 141. if they were a body part, which one would they be? if someone asked her this, she’d probably say an elbow just because. 142. if they were an emotion, what would they be? “this is probably really basic, but i’d like to consider myself like joy from inside out.” 143. if they were a planet, which one would they be? “jupiter, because that’s where all the boys go to.” 144. how would they describe their clothing style? “i don’t know.. i guess whatever fits my mood and the weather? i like stuff that i’m able to move in, and also clothes that go well with my figure. i don’t work this hard on my body just to cover it up with baggy clothing.” 145. do they shower in the morning or at night? both! she showers when she wakes up and takes another one when the day is over. 146. do they order regular fries, onion rings, sweet potato fries, or tater tots? her order of preference is: sweet potato fries, tater tots, regular fries, onion rings. 147. do they normally wear socks? whenever she’s wearing sneakers, yes. 148. do they fear natural disasters? they’re not really a fear of hers. she only gets worried about it if the news makes it known that it is a really big deal. 149. can they ice/roller skate? although she’s no expert, she can do both, but she’s better at roller skating. 150. are they good at video games? she likes to pretend she is, but not really.

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