#that book laying down in the middle shelf tho... ;)

[britishchick09]

cest_lefantome's amazing phantom book collection! :D

[zorcskhakis]

the other ghosts in the apartment unionize against bakura

(Alright no more promises about things turning emo since apparently this happens to everything I touch skfnskfn

This one is still largely silly tho)

Ryou was startled from his quiet concentration as he heard a scrabbling behind him, followed by the loud slamming of the door of his bedroom. He turned, finding Bakura pressed against the closed door, an uncharacteristic look of panic on his face.

"...Bakura?"

"The other ghosts are after me," he said, cryptically.

Ryou raised an eyebrow, spinning his desk chair around to face the door. "The what?"

"You heard me! The other ghosts! Now that I'm corporeal I seem to have lost my sway in this apartment's ghost society and now they're all after me!"

As if to confirm Bakura's words, the light bulb from the lamp illuminating Ryou's desk flickered.

"So there were ghosts in here," he mused, glancing over his shoulder at the lamp. "I knew it!"

"You've got to reason with them for me, Ryou! Convince them to leave me alone!" Outside the bedroom, Ryou could hear objects clattering to the floor from the shelves - he grimaced, hoping it was nothing breakable.

"Well, Bakura, I'm not sure what to tell you," Ryou sighed. "I've been trying to make contact with the ghosts in here for years, and they've never answered. So I don't see why they'd listen to me now. Hold on... if you knew there were ghosts in here why didn't you ever tell me?"

"Well you had me, didn't you?! Am I not ghost enough for you?!" Bakura exclaimed indignantly.

"Oh my god, you are a jealous bastard," Ryou muttered, standing from the desk. "Well, come on then, let's see if we can't have a chat with them."

Bakura stepped aside as Ryou opened the door and made his way to the living room, where the ghosts were purportedly rampaging.

And indeed they were, Ryou saw as he stepped into the room. The lights were flickering, his stacked books had fallen from the shelves and lay strewn about the floor, and the air in the room felt unusually cold. Anyone else might have been shocked, but for Ryou this was oddly routine.

"I don't suppose you've tried reasoning with them already, then?" Ryou asked, turning to Bakura.

Bakura shook his head, his odd hair-protrusions almost fluttering like wings as he did. "Ever since I was separated from the Ring I can't anymore."

"Then we'll have to get creative with our methods."

With Bakura in tow Ryou made his way to the game shelf at the back of the room, on the top shelf where he had stashed a ouija board. It had once been on display in the room as Ryou enjoyed the aesthetic, but it seemed to put many of his friends on edge when they visited (particularly Joey) so in the interest of cultivating a more welcoming space, he'd hidden it away.

He didn't have the urge to use it much these days anyhow, though he could not deny he was somewhat excited for the chance to now.

"Alright," Ryou said as he settled down to sit on the rug in the middle of the living room, setting the board down in front of him and motioning for Bakura to join him.

They both placed a hand on the planchette, and Ryou considered how to word his first question - ghosts could be finicky when it came to semantics. Before he could so much as take a breath to speak, though, the planchette started to move. His eyes briefly widened and followed its path - and then suddenly narrowed as he realized what had been spelled out.

"'Dicks'. Really, Bakura?" Ryou groaned as Bakura snickered to himself. "You know it really is more convincing if you let me ask a question before you move the planchette."

"Alright, fine," Bakura relented as the last of his laughter died down. "Go ahead and ask them something."

Ryou thought for a moment. "We can see you're upset," he offered awkwardly. "Would you mind telling us why?"

Nothing happened for a moment aside from the lights continuing to flicker, and Ryou frowned, feeling a bit silly - but then, the planchette slowly started to move.

"R...I...N...G. Ring. Well, it's definitely something you did," Ryou sighed at Bakura, who scowled back at him with a mild glare.

Ryou continued to follow the letters the board spelled out, the speed and intensity of the planchette's movements increasing slightly. "Gone. Quiet. Lonely." Ryou paused for a moment and pondered. "Well... it looks like the ghosts miss you," he observed. "That's why they're upset."

"Well, yeah," Bakura scoffed. "We pretty much had a whole ghost club going in here when I was still a spirit, and I ran the show."

"Somehow I doubt that," Ryou muttered. "But... it does look like they considered you a friend regardless. I suppose now all that's left to ask is... who are you?"

There was another long pause, and then the planchette spelled out a single word in response.

Family.

The realization slowly dawned on Ryou. "Family..."

He glanced over at Bakura. "Bakura... I don't think these are apartment ghosts at all. I think they're the spirits of Kul Elna."

Bakura seemed taken aback, raising an eyebrow. "What, really?"

Ryou nodded. "I guess after 3000 years some things must have gotten pretty muddled for you, so you might not have recognized them... but I think they've always been clinging to you. Even now that the Ring is gone."

Bakura fell silent, looking befuddled. For once, Ryou genuinely couldn't parse what he was thinking.

The planchette moved again, spelling two short words this time. Come back.

Ryou hurried to answer before anyone - Bakura or the spirits - could speak again. "I'm sorry," he blurted, "But Bakura isn't a spirit anymore - and we can't go back to the way things were before." Even if they could, Ryou realized he didn't want to. He felt for the ghosts, knowing well what it was like to lose family - and he thought perhaps it was selfish of him to keep Bakura from them, but even for all the trouble he'd caused, Bakura was his family now. He didn't want to - and couldn't - give him back.

Bakura didn't interrupt Ryou as he stumbled through the rest of his words. "I know you miss him, but he can't be the same as he was before. He has a new life - with Marik... and with me. We're his family too." Ryou looked up at Bakura. "Right?"

Bakura didn't hesitate, and nodded. "Right."

Ryou let out a shaky breath. "So... you understand all that, right?" He meekly asked the spirits.

There was one more long pause, and the planchette slowly came to rest on an answer. Yes.

"He can still talk to you sometimes... like this," Ryou assured the ghosts. He looked over to Bakura again. "Do you want to say something to them?"

Bakura looked oddly sheepish for a moment before replying, "Yeah. I love you guys."

The answer came more swiftly this time, but the movement was gentle. We love you.

The lights stopped flickering then, and Ryou glanced around, slowly lifting his hand off the board.

"Well... I guess we've solved that issue," Bakura said as he stood, taking the board with him and placing it back where it had been before.

Ryou watched him absentmindedly, feeling somewhat guilty for jumping in to speak for him so quickly, to his own family - it wasn't as though Bakura hadn't done the same many times, but...

"Do you wish you could go back?" Ryou asked suddenly.

"What?" Bakura shot back, one eyebrow arching. Ryou didn't often directly ask him such questions, so it must have caught him off guard.

"To the way things were before," Ryou clarified. "Before we split up. When you were still in the Ring. Would you go back to things being that way... if you could?"

Bakura scoffed as he began to cross the living room again. "What, are you afraid I'll leave or something?"

Ryou wanted to shoot back that no, of course he wasn't afraid of that, in fact he had been trying to get Bakura to leave for years - but the lie proved too weak to pass his tongue. "Yes," he admitted. "Sometimes."

Bakura laughed at him, and condescendingly ruffled his hair. "You can't get rid of me, Ryou. You've tried, even! Come on, I think I've more than proved that we're friends at this point. It's not as though anyone else would put up with me - aside from Marik, and he likes having you around too. So, if this is some veiled attempt to kick me out... I won't hear it, and I won't respond to it."

Ryou sighed, relieved to see Bakura was as... himself as ever. "It's not. I just... think about it and wonder sometimes, is all."

"Ryou, literally nothing good has ever come about from thinking, so I suggest you stop that. Now you should get back to planning for tonight's game. Maybe I can convince my ghosts to mess with the lights while you're narrating the spooky scenes..."

[strawberryspence]

when death knocks on your door

Angst/Fluff [18+] | Spencer Reid x FEM! BAU! Reader

Summary: Some trauma tears people apart, while some brings people together. SSA Doctor Spencer Reid and SSA Doctor Y/N Y/L/N is brought together by the death of SSA Emily Prentiss.

Word Count: 3,13k 

Warnings: based on the Ian Doyle/Emily Prentiss character arc so some spoilers for s6-s7. talks about death (a lot of it), mention of drug use, allusions to depression, attempted suicide (nothing graphic), mention of cancer & car crash, a few curse words, description of smut, its very vague (one part only), mentions of therapy, HAPPY ENDING (i am not a monster)

Writer's Note: Hello! A bit of a heavier topic on today's fic! I picked apart the whole Emily arc and this is written basically in the reader's perspective. I love writing angst but I can never end it with sad endings. So I hope you enjoy this, I am very proud of how it turned out! 💛

GIF is made by yours truly. Its surprisingly hard to find "purple shirt + sweater vest spencer reid" gifs.

Death.

Death.

Death comes in different shapes and forms.

For Spencer, he has seen it up close with Haley and Hotch, but never with someone in his family or close group of friends. He sees death in the form of abandonment, in ways when people leave him and a part of him goes with them.

For you, you were familiar with death. Death looms over you. You’re father dying when you were younger and then you’re mother in your teens. 

Death comes when your father was killed in a car accident involving a drunk driver. It was fast, in a blink, death sweeps him and takes him. All her father’s life and dreams gone in a second, with a crash.

Death comes when your mother was diagnosed with cancer. Cancer, the fucking bitch, takes her time. It was slow, like it was enjoying the pain. It takes and it takes till its taken everything and the last thing it has taken is your mother.

And death comes when it takes Emily Prentiss. This was your best friend, partner in crime and roommate. Her death wasn’t fast, it wasn’t slow, its painstakingly in the middle while you try to get her blood off your hands while sobbing in the SUV as Derek drives way past the legal speed to get to the hospital.

In her death, you find yourself being swallowed by something that you were not. Something bigger, something you can’t describe. The team sees this weeks after she has been buried. You were the same person, and you were a different person, all at once.

One night, when death was about to knock on your door as you hold a knife to your wrist, ready to meet Death, ready to tell him off, it is then when chance knocks on your apartment door.

Spencer is at your door, a sobbing mess with three bottles of dilaudid clenched in his hands. He stumbles in your new apartment avoiding the piles of boxes unopened. You just moved, not being able to sleep in the apartment you and Emily shared.

“I am sorry. I-I am sorry, Y/N. I didn’t know where to go. JJ was... busy and I am so close... so close.” Your heart softens at how desperate he looks, Spencer doesn’t know how strong he is to you, being able to ask for help when you were just about to end it all.

You take the bottles from him, setting it on the counter as you guide him to your couch. He clings to you as you both sit on the couch, crying and sobbing.

“Death is among us. Avoiding him is what makes us stronger." You whisper to him and he cries harder.

Something is so bitterly comforting when someone shares the same pain you are suffering. It hurts, but in a funny way, it hurts less when some shares it with you.

So you cling to Spencer as he does to you and you let it all go. You cry as much as he does as he holds you and as you hold him.

You both wake up the next day, with a full 8 hours of sleep, something you both have not had in weeks.

“Thank you.” Spencer whispers and you smile, stroking his hair, “Thank you.” You say it back at him.

You were sure that Emily is laughing at her grave. I had to die for you to finally make a move on your crush. You shake her voice off your head. Now is not the time for silly crushes.

It becomes a routine, finding comfort and safety in each others presence, Spencer almost lives in your apartment. His toothbrush sits on the cup besides yours in the bathroom counter, his clothes takes up half of your closet, his books scattered on the shelfs and his cups on the kitchen counter.

You tell yourself its platonic. Spencer tells himself its platonic. The team doesn’t say anything, only thankful that you were reverting back to your old self and Spencer is getting better.

You want more. It was hard to admit to yourself. But you wanted more with Spencer. Your little crush now growing into something bigger than yourself. You wanted futures full of him and what you have right now is not right. Shared trauma is not love.

Three months into the set up of him basically living in your apartment, you suggest therapy for both of you. You are a Doctor of Psychology and you know the percussions of what you’re doing.

Spencer is shocked but he understands. This was your territory, Spencer knows that this was the right thing to do so he agrees. You lay out all the options to Spencer, all the therapy and how both of you should change your routines more often.

It works. He stops sleeping on your bed every night (he still comes tho, just on the harder nights where he needs to hold you to remind himself that death has yet to take you).

You have breakfast together every morning, using it to comfort each other rather than sleeping together every night. It works.

The therapy helps you both as you both move on from Emily’s death. That is until seven months later.

-

Declan was missing. You’ve let the Emily case go but Derek has not, you know this and you let him. Every time you want to do something to help Derek catch Doyle, your doctorate that hangs above your couch stares back at you, like it was taunting you. You studied this, moving on was the better choice and you know it. No amount of killing Doyle would bring back Emily, no amount of it would make you feel better.

That is until Hotch gathers the team on the conference room.

“Everybody have a seat.” Hotch instructs. You all look at each other. Spencer looks at you as if asking if you knew what’s up but you only shake your head.

“Why?” Morgan asks, looking around.

“Seven months ago, I made a decision that affected this team. As you all know, Emily had lost a lot of blood after her fight with Doyle. But the doctors were able to stabilize her—“

“What?” You squeak out. Hotch holds his hands up, asking you to hear him out first.

“She was airlifted from Boston to Bethesda under a covert exfiltration. Her identity was strictly need-to-know and she stayed there until she was well enough to travel. She was reassigned to Paris where she was given several identities, none of which we had access to for her security.”

Spencer can see how your face pales. He reaches for your hand under the table and gives it a tight squeeze. You return the squeeze, finding comfort in his touch.

“She’s alive?” Penelope asks, tears now forming in her eyes.

“But... we buried her.” Spencer says, like its a fact. Like its the solid truth. Your hand clamps down harder on his.

“As I said, I take full responsibility for the decision. If anyone had any issues, they should be directed to me.” Hotch says and all you can do is look at him, not able to believe anything he is saying.

“Any issues? Yeah, I got issues!” Derek’s loud voice now looming over the room.

“Oh my god.” Penelope squeaks making the whole room turn around. You turn around and you see Emily walking to the room. Your hold unto Spencer tightens, as if checking if he is real, you want any sign that this is not a dream, that this is real.

“I am so sorry. I really am. Not a day went by that I didn’t want to...” Emily explains.

Death comes and it takes, and it takes, and it takes but never has Death give someone back to you.

Emily was standing in front of you. The woman whose blood stained your hands for days, the woman you buried, the woman who’s grave you cried on for god knows how long that Derek had to physically carry you away from her grave and here she was breathing and hugging the team.

She comes in front of you and you still haven’t let go of Spencer’s hand.

“Y/N?” She says, it comes as a whisper. A whisper, coming from the ghost that has been haunting you for months. She opens her arms for a hug and you let go of Spencer to hug her.

She was real, she was solid and she’s hugging you back. So why, in the mountain of emotions you are feeling, why is happiness in the bottom of the pit? Why is anger the one screaming in your heart?

You pull away, and she hugs Spencer but as soon as she lets go, Spencer captures your hands again. Emily sees this and smiles, but doesn’t say anything.

“There’s so much I want to tell you guys, and I will. I promise. But right now I really need to know what’s going on with Declan.” The team continued to discuss Declan and Spencer holds unto your hand like its his life line. You only break apart when the team has to work again.

He gives you one look as he separates away from you, “I got you.” He says, kissing your temple before leaving to go to the interrogation room.

That was enough to calm you down.

-

The team gets Declan back safely and after all the trials, you finally had a moment to breathe.

“Hey, you doing good?” Spencer asks. You nod. He looks good, he looks like home in a purple shirt and sweater vest.

“Do you want to go home?” He asks you. You want to shout but you’re my home! You nod and he takes your scarf from your desk and wraps it around you.

“Let’s go?” You smile at him as he wraps it around you. It felt so domestic, so familiar.

You walk together to the elevator, leaving the BAU and all the piles of emotions that you’ve been through this past few days. As you both stand in the silver tin box, you see your reflection with him standing beside you, his arm around your waist and your head on his shoulder.

You wanted to scream how much you love him. But the voice in your head screams back, he doesn’t love you! It’s shared trauma! You shake your head and Spencer sees this.

“You okay? How are you feeling?” You smile up at him, as he looks at you with all the worries that a person can hold for another one.

“Yes, I am good, Spence. How about you?” He smiles and kisses the top of your head. “I am good. I just need time to process some of the things that has happened.”

Spencer drives you both home. Spencer doesn’t take the word hate lightly but Spencer hates driving. He still drives tho, for you. Holding your hand while he drives with the other, while you were staring out of the window, just watching the places blur by.

Death waits on your door and when the right time comes, it will knock. When it does, you can’t turn it away or send it away. When it knocks, it sweeps you off your feet, leaving no time for goodbyes or regrets. Ironically, Spencer walks you to your door, opening it for you and even taking your scarf off for you.

Your heart almost grows twice its size and you can feel yourself bursting in its seams. You find yourself closing the door, as if trying to block Death away from him. He smiles at you and something bursts inside of you.

“I love you, Spence.”

He drops your keys on the bowl on your hallway and he smiles, teasingly. “I love you, too, Dr. Y/L/N.” You smile but you shake your head.

“No Spence, I love you. With my whole heart... I mean, of what’s left of it. W-we need to stop, if this is only a shared trauma for you. I can’t be that... because... I love you and I want futures with you. Any kind of it, as long as you are there, every morning with a cup of hot coffee for me. If that’s not possible, we need to stop. Because my heart...” You hold unto the edge of the table for strength.

“My heart... is not strong enough to lose you and love you at the same time.” Spencer stares at you, confused with a certain spark in his eyes.

“W-why are you saying this now?”

“Because death is at everyone’s door. Emily is lucky. But what if it takes me tonight, or tomorrow? I don’t want to die without telling you that I love you.” You say, bracing yourself for the impact of the rejection.

Spencer walks to you, holding your waist to steady you.

“I love you, more than anything in this world. I have love you even before Emily died. This isn’t shared trauma, it’s been love way before that. If it's anything, it made my love for you grow deeper. You... helped me heal. You pushed me to go to therapy. You made me stronger, Y/N.” Spencer holds your face and brings you into his arms and you clung unto him as he hugs you.

“I love you... I love you so much.” You whisper to him and he hugs you as close as humanly possible.

Spencer lets go of you but cups your face to lift it closer to his face. Spencer kisses you like it was the last time you can ever kiss him. It felt like a fever dream you once had. The fire of the kiss fills in the cracks in your heart, slowly but surely healing it all at once.

Life, the direct opposite of death, has always been hard to describe. Death was easy to describe for you but Life? it was a struggle. But with Spencer kissing you, as he holds your hand and your face, so tenderly like you were going to break, you finally realize what life is supposed to be. It felt good being alive, it felt good to be breathing.

You and Spencer sleep together for the first time that night. It is in one word, unbelievable. It was as if the universe has planned it all along to teach you what it felt to be alive, as he pushes himself inside you, whispering nothing but sweet praises and promises of futures together in your ear. You wake up, hours after making love, tangled with him and the bed sheets, with you in his arms.

“I love you.” You whisper to him, brushing through his hair as he sighs to your touch, snuggling more to the crook of your neck.

-

The morning comes in a breathe. Easy and fast. You wake up earlier than Spencer, untangling yourself from him to make him his daily morning coffee.

A knock comes and it almost makes you drop his mug. Looking up at the clock, it was only 7 in the morning. The thought disappears as another knock comes. You open the door and today life offers you Emily Prentiss.

“Hey, good morning.” She says with a smile, you give it back, still not used to seeing her, alive.

“Hey.” You smile looking at her as you let her enter.

“Pen said you had my boxes.” She looks around on the apartment. “Its not here. Its on the garage downstairs. Do you want it right now?” She nods. “Oh. Uhm, the team actually helped me move it there, its a little heavy...”

“Okay... I’ll get the team to help me later.” You nod but don’t say anything and the silence is so loud, it’s deafening.

“Can we talk?” Emily asks, in a gentle voice. Almost like she’s talking to a toddler. You shake your head. “We can, but not today... I need to process some things first and I need help with it. We can talk this weekend, after my therapy.”

“Therapy?” She repeats. You nod. “Therapy.” She bites down her lips, you know Emily enough to know that she feels bad about it.

“I know it’s not your fault, Em. I understand, but I just... need time. I... buried you. I cried on your grave and for months, I had to accept the fact that you were... dead.” Emily nods, opens her arms for a hug and you gladly accept it.

“I’ll give you as much time as you need. You are my bestfriend and I love you.” You nod and hug her tightly, reminding yourself that she was alive, and that was what’s important.

The hug was cut short when Spencer comes out of your bedroom half naked.

“Spencer?!” Emily almost screams as she pulls away from the hug.

“O-oh... I-I didn’t know you were here...” He says as he slowly backs up the door and picks up a shirt to wear.

“When did this happened!?” Emily is definitely losing her mind now.

“Uh... Last night?” You said, not exactly sure as to when it started. Emily’s mouth drops in surprise and Spencer can only smile at her offering her a cup. “Coffee?” Spencer says with a smile and a shrug that makes both you and Emily laugh.

Emily doesn’t stay long after that, opting to leave the two of you to spend some time together. Spencer and you end up in the couch, huddled together in a huge blanket you both knitted together with cups of coffee in hands.

“So... Are you officially moving in with me?” Spencer looks down at you. The steam of the coffee colouring your cheeks a bright pink colour.

“Do you want me to?” He asks, smiling at you. Spencer loves you, in ways he didn’t know he possibly can and he’d give you anything you want. You could ask for the stars and Spencer would build a rocket just to get a few to give to you (even if he knows it was impossible because, well, stars are made of gas.)

“I want you everywhere. You... are my home.” You say softly, as your hands caress his cheeks.

“Then, I am moving here, love.” He says as he kisses your forehead and you lean unto him as you wrap the blanket tighter around each other.

“I love you.” He says as you lay your head on his chest and he brings you closer to him. You smile and whisper it back. “I love you more.”

Most people say that time heals pain. It, truthfully, does not. Love does, love in the corniest way possible, mends your soul in ways that are not physically possible.

When Death knocks on your door it will be in different shapes and forms, but so will love and for you, love came in the shape and form of Spencer Reid.

-

[alaricstories]

How some BNHA girls is your secret admirer!

Request: Hey! I know you just made the "How some BNHA boys is your secret admirer!" (and I love it!!!) So-  if you have time- I just wanted to request that with some girls? (Momo, Mina, and Jirou - Best girls!!) And have fun with it of course!

Thank you so much @ilovemha06 for this lovely request!

Of course! I loved to write those about the boys! I got to it as soon as I saw it. It took some time, but I tried to make it worth it. I hope this is what you asked for hehe- Anything else on your mind- I will try to write it!

YAOYOROZU MOMO

(You love reading in this- Momo is one of mah girls! I love books and I can just picturing her doing this!)

You were almost at the end of your book series, "The Raven Cycle." (Beautiful series, by the way!) You drowned in the incredible writing. The storyline just sucked you up. You wanted to know the end!

As you waited to come close to the end of the book, you realized the time. 02.21 A.M! You had school tomorrow! You threw the book out of your grip and forgot to mark the place you left your eyes. How stupid of you-

The next day you couldn't stop talking about how stupid you were for leaving that spot. You slammed your hand in your head a few times before Jirou had to make you stop. It was not the first time you had forgot- but that's too embarrassing to say out loud.

Probably the whole class heard you, and you had some teasing her and there. But you didn't want to stop reading, you wanted to continue where you left- but then you had to look. That takes to much energy!

You decide to place the book on the table in your room. Just leave it there for a while. But the feeling of curiosity with a hint of guilt building up in your stomach, you couldn't shake it away.

You stared at the book on the shelf and took it out eventually. You opened the book. Starting at a random page close to the end, you began to read. 

Suddenly you hear the sound of something sliding down the papers. As you look down, you see this paper note almost leaving the book.

You quickly put a finger in between and open the page. The note said, "I think from your description, you left here?".

You scan the page as you remember you left it in the middle, yes. You began to read the feeling of curiosity becoming too overwhelming. You needed to know the end!

The satisfying sound left your breath as you told your friends about it. That went about for a long time; reading and receiving notes in the books your reading. Compliments and sweet nothings were left on the notes. You loved it!

Suddenly Momo stands in front of your door, handing out a book for you. "Lady in the Lake" by Laura Lippman. The book you had wanted to buy for a long time. You could never repay her for this! Or so you thought-

You opened the book on page one, seeing a note sticking in front of the text. No way! Same handwriting, same pen color- there's no way?! You could feel the romance in your body rice as you read the question:

"Will you meet me outside of the school? 6.30 P.M.

                                                 - Momo Yaoyorozu."

ASHIDO MINA

(You love musicals in this one hehe-)

You had watched different musicals with your mother when you were little. You wanted to watch them over and over and hooked on them you were! You loved the way the songs fit perfectly into the storyline, and you played the songs over and over again. 

You can't decide which was better at this point; the music, the dancing, or the storyline! You loved it all!

Class 1-A didn't understand why? Some of them liked it, some not. But you couldn't stop the feeling of rushing music through your veins. You wanted to be in one musical!

You had a somewhat good voice, but you were to shy to show it to people. Your dancing was decent but could have some improvement. Your acting was awful tho! The only thing you were good at was smile and act very happy.

So you could imagine the look you made when you find a musical movie laying in front of your door. You hadn't watched this one yet, and now you got the chance- but you checked with the class that it didn't belong to anyone, you borrowed it. Secret?

More starting to pop up now and then with small hearts and love quotes on them. Either with a red marker or a note taped. Not Sero's tape tho so it couldn't be him.

You realized that the movies that were brought to you, was never asked for or you hadn't watched it. Now you did mention the few movies you hadn't watched, to some people- so you had removed some from your "Who is it?" list. 

You couldn't point out who it was so they were good at hiding it from you.

The last movie that was at your door didn't have a disk. Just a note inside that said, "Follow the movies first word on the back!".

Outside. Outside? Were you supposed to go outside now? You did end up going out tho. Looking around, you found an umbrella at the front gate. You didn't think much of it until you saw another further away. You followed.

The shock and the heat in your body hit you as you watched the scene in front of you. Four of your classmates spread up the umbrellas they had and spelled a sentence painted in white.

Mina stood there in the middle with a lot of flowers in her hands. She walked up to you wearing the outfit of Gene Kelly in your favorite musical, "Singin' in the rain."

She took your hand as you read that the umbrellas spelled:

"You" ... "Me" ... "Lunch" ... "Together?"

JIRO KIYOKA

MUSICAAAAAA!

You had always had a passion for music. You loved it! More you liked producing it! The beat and the bass was your ground, what made you love this so much. You just wanted to blast anything away with high bass!

Many knew that, and you had taught some people the basics in making music on your own. Starting learning from using stuff at home to an app on the computer, it was easy learning away.

Soon after teaching, you had received a small plastic CD-disk with a love note on it? You meant it was that, but maybe it was a part of the song lyrics?

"Music speaks what cannot be expressed. Soothes the mind and gives it rest, heals a heart, and makes it whole, flows from heaven to the soul. Just like you, Y/n."

A love note. Who would make you this, sneak into your room, and then leave just to make some love to your heart? A Person who knew what they were doing.

Their music taste was flawless! Beautiful bass sounds and guitar play as it reminded you of a sunflower field. The summer flavor and the warm weather was perfect in a way you never knew was possible.

You wanted more, and you got more. More soundtracks with more quotes and small love confessions on them, you craved for it. Music to your ears, literally!

The thought never crossed your mind that this looked a lot like a secret admirer. Ashido had to get your ass to work to find out who it was. You were just a nervous wreck whenever she mentioned it.

You already had a crush, you didn't want to hurt the admirer's feelings if it turned out to not be the same person. It could be the same- IT COULD BE THE FRICKING SAME PERSON!!!

You didn't come out of your room for a few minutes as you tried to calm down the blood rushing through your existing veins. What the heck were you supposed to do?!

You freaked out, not wanting to look anyone in their eyes.

Then your door opened slowly. It was Kiyoka. She sat next to your body, looking down while laughing at your situation. She had known about your love for her for a while now. So the reason she did this was to try and return those feelings in a rocky, romantic way.

It worked tho. Cause the face you made after she said her sentence was clear, for her that the plan had worked out perfectly.

"Do you want to listen to my tracks again?"

[hook-harry]

Don't Cry Princess (Part 2)

Harry Hook x Reader

Warnings - none

As you wake up from the night before you relise that Harry isn’t laying next to you anymore.

“Harry?” You whisper from the dryness of your voice. As you go to climb out of Harry’s bed, you notice a new blue bandage around your shoulder.

Walking over to the small port hole window next to his bed, you tilt your head to the side. You notice that it’s bright out side but the smoky clouds block your view of the sun.

As you step away from the window you notice a small black and white photo of a woman on Harry’s book self. Gently picking up the photo you turn it over to see small running writting “To my dear son Harry, I hope ye get to see the world - A….” the name was smugged making it difficult to understand. You try to read what the words are saying but can’t from the dirt.

While you were busy investigating the photo, you didn’t hear Harry walk in. “Princess, what are ye doing?” He walks up behind you, closer then usual and gently takes the photo in his hands.

He stays quiet for a minute before he placed the photo back onto the book shelf before turning to you. “This is me mum. I never met her but this and her necklace. It is all I have left” he takes the golden necklace from under his shirt and holds it in his hands. A bright white pearl sits in the center of a golden necklace. Dimands trace the outline of the heart making it shine. “The pearl in the middle was given to her by a mermaid. My dad use to tell me stories about her when i was little.” Harry smiles at the necklace and places it back under his shirt.

After a moment of silencr you can’t help but to ask “what happened to her?” Harry looks away from you and whispers “I don’t know. My father never told me. And he’s too drunk these days anyway”

After an awkward silence you pull Harry into a hug “I’m sorry Harry” he places a hand on your back before pulling away. “Gil told me he has something of yours”

Taking a second to think you remember the events of last night “The pixie dust! You have to show me where he is” Harry immediately nods and directs you out of his room.

As you step onto the deck you can here Gil singing some sort of sailor song into of the sail post “Gil! I need you!” Harry yells interrupting Gil’s song.

Gil climbs down the ropes landing infront of you “Hey guys whats wrong?” He tilts his head to the side with a big smile on his face.

You lean over and whisper to Gil asking where the pixie dust is. Nodding he goes to grab it from inside his jacket when a voice cleared from behind you.

“What are you doing on my ship (Y/N)!” Uma yells dragging her sword behind her. She stops infront of you and stabs her knife into the ground. Harry steps infront of you and looks down at Uma.

“What are you doing Harry! This is my ship! Your my first mate. You listen to me! So get out of my way.“ Harry doesnt move while Uma jabs her fingers into his chest.

Harry knocks it away calmly “Uma this is not ye'r ship, it’s me father’s and ye are no longer me Captain either. Ye'r nothing but fish bait!” Harry points his hook at her neck before turning it towards the exit of the ship. “It’ll be best of ye left now before I hook ya”

“Whatever, but your nothing without me, NOTHING!”.

“Say hello to Jack for me love!” You yell out resulting in a growl from her.

As Uma stomps back into her mothers chip shop Gil hands you the pixie dust. Quickly hiding it inside your jacket you start to walk off the ship

“I have to get this to Auradon somehow. To keep it safe. But until then I’ll have to hide it in one of my father’s chamed bottles.”

“Where is this bottle?” Harry tilts his head to the side while Gil looks at something in the distance.

“Mabey if i can sneak…” Gil starts pulling at your shirt pointing into the distance.

“What is it Gil” Gil grabs your shoulders turning you around directing you back onto the ship. “What’s gotten into you?”

Before Gil can answer you, your father’s voice echos from behind you.

“(Y/N) what are you doing here with them. You were ment to be home hours ago. You must come home with me now or you’ll know what will happen” He goes to grab your arm but you pull away. Gil holds onto your shoulders tighter while Harry watch’s from the side with a confused look on his face.

Gil knows of your father’s violent background towards you. He’s offered many times for you to stay on the ship with him. But you always declined saying that it was a one off thing and it would never happen again.

Gil pulls you back as you shake your head. “No.” Your father’s face darkens at your answer. “What do you mean no. I am your father, you listen to what I say. I am not afraid to hurt you infront of them.” He goes to punch your face but is cut off by Harry pushing him away from you.

Your father laughs as he stands up facing Harry. “Well what do we know the girl has a knight in shinning armor.“

Gil pulls you behind him as your father goes to hit Harry. You cover your mouth afraid that he will hurt Harry but he’s to quick for your dad.

In one quick step Harry trips your father, making him fall off the ship. Gil looks over the edge making sure he’s gone while Harry walks over to you.

You didn’t notice that you were crying until Harry wipes a tear from your face. As he pulls you into a hug he mumbles into your hair. “I’m sorry that ye father’s like that princess. Ye do relise now that I’m not letting ye go back home with him” nodding your head you look of in the direction to your house.

“I’ll have to get my things first Harry, I’ll be back in half an hour.” Before you can walk of the ship again a hand tightens around your wrist.

“I’m comming with ye, if ye like it or not.” Harry follows you with Gil running up behind you. “Don’t think you can leave me behind to.”

While Harry was distracted with some kids trying to steal of him, Gil pulls you to the side. “I thought you told me that he stoped.” You looked away from Gil “You and I both know that he will never change.” Stepping away from Gil you notice the sadlook in his eyes. “I’m sorry” you whisper before catching up to Harry. Gil follows you but he keeps his distance.

With your dad still back at the ship you quickly jump into your room, funding your over the shoulder bag. Once you fill it with your favourite clothes and nessesities you pass it to Gil through the window “Hold this while I go find the bottle” he nods at your request and continues to guard the window with Harry.

You quickly run down to your father’s study grabbing an enchanted bottle and his spell book. You hide them under your clothes before returning back to the boys.

“Lets get out of here before he returns” you grab your over the shoulder bag off Gil, to his protest and climb down the fire stairwell.

You stay in a comfortable silence as you walk past multiply stalls. You see a dark blue head scarf just like the one Harry used to bandage your arm the night before. You felt bad that you ruined his favourite scarf so you stole that one making sure they didn’t notice. Hidding it inside your bag, you enter the tunnel that leads you to the ship.

You took the long way around to avoid any chance of running into your father. After a minute of walking Harry stops you buy grabbing your hand. Gil continues to walk off not noticing that you two stoped.

“(Y/N) How long has he been like that to ye?” You look away from Harry. “Been like what?” You see him clench his jaw as he takes a step closer to you.

“Ye know what I mean. I heard ye whispering to Gil” your eyes start to sting from past memories but you shrug it off. “Its not important”

Before you can walk away again, he backs you up against the wall. “(Y/N), Please, tell me.”

You stay quiet looking at everything but him. Your eyes lock with his and your heart breaks. “He..He hurt me. Mentally and physically.” You whisper clenching onto your stomach. He looks down at your sudden movement, reaching out to your shirt.

He looks at you “can I see?” You nod, even tho you don’t want him to see what you hide. He gently lifts your shirt up, his eyes go wide. Multiply cuts, scars and new bruises cover your skin. He covers your stomach back up and pulls you into a hug.

“I should’ve been there for ye. I should’ve protected ye.” You shrug your shoulders turning away from him. “It’s not your fault. I left, so you wouldn’t see this and treat me like some broken girl”

He pulls away from you, holding your shoulders “I would say that ye'r the stongest girl that I’ve ever met.” He tucks a peice of hair behind your ear. He starts to lean in until you realise something. “Were’s Gil?”

[sarahjane0886]

The Road To Us 25

Book 4 - Fully A Family - Chapter 1 - Getting Close

Pregnancy - Week 30

"Makssssss!" Peta yelled for her husband. She was standing in the kitchen when she realized something.

"What? Are you okay? Are Ella and Joe okay?" Maks said as he came flying into the kitchen, his socks slipping on the hardwood as he made a crash landing at his wife's feet.

"Oh my god, Maks!" Peta said as her eyes grew huge.

"I'm okay, I'm okay." He said as he stood up and looked at her. Her body started shaking with giggles as she realized he was okay.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I shouldn't laugh. You just, that...I'm sorry." She said as she controlled her giggles and moved to press a kiss to her husband's cheek.

"Whatever, miss." He huffed but laughed as well. "Are you okay?"

"Yes, I just wanted to talk to you about something." She said with wide eyes.

"Babe!!" He said with his hands on his hips.

"It's about Ella and Joe....we have a problem." She said with conviction.

"What???" He said alarmed.

"No, relax baby, they are fine. We still have a problem tho. We don't have anything done for their rooms and that's not okay!"

"Babe, you scared me." He said trying to look at her with a scolding look but failed miserably when she put her bottom lip out and pouted. She moved her body over to his and hugged him while pressing a kiss to his lips.

"Does that help?" She asked with a grin.

"We're getting there. A couple more and it'll be better." He teased as he kissed her quickly a few times making her giggle.

"Makssssss!" She whined after a few times.

"Right right the room."

"Yessss! We have nothing! We only have ten weeks left, what if I go early? What if we don't have anything for them? We can't bring them home to an empty bedroom! What are we going to do put them in laundry baskets to sleep?!"

"Well we could..." He trailed off as he saw her face shift into complete shock at his suggestion.

"We are not putting our babies in laundry baskets Maksim Chmerkovskiy!"

"Whoa pretty girl, I was teasing. We aren't I agree. We don't have anything today so do you want to work on that today?" He asked.

"Can we please? I'll feel much better when it's done. Or well at least if we have a few things done."

"Okay, we can do that. Where do you want to go? I'll go get the laptop and we can start."

"Swing please? And I have the notes from the shower of what people want to get, like my parents want to get the cribs. Your parents said the car seats. So that way we can talk with them and then let them know what we picked."

"Perfect. You go get that and I'll meet you on the swing." Maks said kissing her before they split ways only to meet up again on the porch.

"Okay, so are we doing one room or two?" Maks asked once they were seemingly set up.

"I don't know, what do you think? I mean I like one room but I feel like once they are older then we can split them if they want. If they were both boys or girls, they could probably stay together the whole time."

"I agree, for now, for them and for us i feel like one room is easier. Then as they get older even like 4/5 we can see if they want their own."

"Perfect. So I think we should stick to simple since it'll be for boy and girl. And maybe do Ella's side more fairytale style with Joe's being more modern?" Peta suggested.

"Okay, I like that. You want to do like white as the furniture color? And then what do we want to do, like one main wall and then have them each have their own wall? Or corner? How do we smush these two together?" He said getting flustered making Peta giggle.

"Whoa baby, I like white as the furniture. But let's just look and see what we find, then we can see if we can piece things together."

"Okay, sorry. I...I don't know. So we're using the guest room that's down from ours right? The one with the walk in closet?"

"Yeah, that's the one we picked right?"

"Yup, so we do have four walls. Maybe we can do the cribs in opposite corners and then make them kinda meet in the middle?" Maks said closing his eyes as he thought.

"I like that."

"Do you have any colors in mind?" He asked looking over at her.

"Kinda, I was thinking gray as a solid color. Maybe we could do the walls in the a light gray and have darker gray accents but then soft little pink for Ella, and yellow for Joe." Peta said watching her husband not sure how he was going to feel about the yellow for their son.

"I'm skeptical on the yellow pretty girl but let's look and then we'll see." He said.

"I figured you'd not be so sure on that one. Look first please and then we'll see. I promise it's not girly and I think the three colors with white furniture together will be extra sweet." Peta said as she rested her head on his shoulder as he began to look. He started with the yellow figuring if he did hate it he was going to either have to do some work to make sure that he did like it or convince his wife to change her mind.

"Hmm...." He said after a few moments of searching.

"Good Hmm?" Peta asked pressing a kiss to his shoulder.

"I actually like it. As long as we go with a hard yellow and not a soft one or a fluorescent one like the one in this picture." He said showing her a picture of a babies room that was elephant themed with gray and white being the main colors and then had accents of yellow mixed in.

"I agree. I like that shade and I think it'll blend well with the pink I'm thinking for Ella. Look for pink rooms and I'll show you what I mean." She said. He flipped to looking through pink rooms until he came across the one that Peta had seen in her previous searching. It was a gray room with pink & gold accents. The pink was more of a soft deep pink rather than cotton candy pink or baby pink. It was something that could be grown with through the years.

"I do like that one too. And honestly I'm not typically a gold person but I love that crib." Maks said as he made the picture larger so they could look at the crib. It was a gold wrought iron crib and then it had the pink details mixed in on the bedding.

"I do too. And I'll bet we could maybe find one for Joe in a silver, almost gray color." Peta said as she thought for a few minutes.

"I like it." Maks said. And with that they began searching for different things for the room. It took some time but they found a crib that they liked for Joe that would basically match Ella's but was just in a deep dark silver that would keep the theme the same. Then they moved to figuring out a decoration for each baby. They wanted to do something with their names above their cribs just to accent that that was their side of the room. It took some searching but eventually they found something for each of them. Joe's was a dark gray shelf with his name in block letters underneath. On the top it said our little mvp. It was super adorable yet still kept their theme going. The picture they had found had a little lamb sitting on the shelf but Peta wanted to look for a tiny elephant.

Ella's name accent was a little more extravagant. It was her name in gold letters with a cloth ribbon banner hanging underneath. It was absolutely gorgeous in Peta's mind. After some more searching they found a set of rockers that they liked. Both of them being oversized because they figured it would be perfect for snuggles especially when the kids got older and were a little bigger. They went with white even though they were both skeptical considering it was for a babies room but they figured they could get throw blankets to put in the room as well.

The furniture, which was going to include changing tables, a dresser, and a bookshelf were all picked in white. They then moved on to car seats and strollers. Peta had Maks start a registry so they could just send that out to the families and then that way they could pick if they wanted to get something or not. They were going to order the furniture and décor, that way they could start on the room.

The found little shelves that could hold books or things for the kids as they grew that they added to their cart. They were able to customize them so Ella's were pink with gray edges & Joe's were yellow with gray edges. They also found wire tables that they got to put next to the rockers. They decided to just get both of those in the kid's colors as well. They were getting ready to wrap up what they were getting for the day when Peta realized they needed something else.

"We need a rug." Peta said as she yawned slightly.

"And someone needs a nap." Maks teased gently.

"That's your babies fault." Peta said indignantly. She grumbled a bit realizing he was right.

"Why don't you lay down pretty girl?" He asked as he laced their fingers together.

"Because....we're doing this." She muttered.

"We can keep doing it later. I won't do anything without you." He said as he shut the laptop with his free hand.

"Will you stay till I'm sleeping?" She asked softly. She was cuddly as is but the pregnancy had sent her hormones into overdrive and having him near her just kept her calm.

"Of course. And actually why don't we move you to our bed. I know your back has been bothering you and you'll probably sleep better in there." He said pressing a kiss to her hair.

"Okay." She agreed. So he stood up and helped her up before laying the laptop inside the house. They could finish this up later. She headed into the bathroom before meeting him on the bed. He helped her get situated as she snuggled her body into his. Her favorite way to lay was with her ear on her chest but since she had gotten bigger it had been a hard thing to accomplish. Maks had learned to lay further away from her so that she could rest on his chest and just not press into him like usual.

"Comfy pretty girl?" He asked softly as he ran his fingers through her hair.

"Mmhmm." She hummed into him. He chuckled at how quick she went out when she was tired. He knew she hated admitting how much the pregnancy had worn her out especially recently but he tried to keep an eye on it and help her rest when he could. He felt her fall asleep nearly immediately and was going to get up to do some work things but decided against it.

He looked down and saw her bump peaking out just slightly from the edge of where his shirt had become too small on her. He ran his hand down and rested it gently as he stroked the smooth skin of her belly. He felt a gentle kick under his hand and grinned in response. That feeling never ceased to amaze him. He loved feeling the tiny movements of their babies as they grew.

"Hi Miss Ella." He whispered softly after he figured out which twin it was. He chuckled slightly as it crossed his mind that they could very easily have flipped places and he could be talking to Joe.

"So it's almost time for you and your brother in there to come out and meet your Momma and me. I can't even begin to tell you how excited I am for that day. Ever since I met your momma, even before we broke up the first time I knew she was it. I knew she was the one I was going to spend the rest of my life with. That sounds silly cause I was with another lady at the time but it didn't feel right. You'll learn when you get older that sometimes your belly just tells you what's what. And that's what it did that day. I could almost picture your momma in my life. And us having little kids like you and your brother. I sure can't wait to meet you both. I'll bet you're a lot like you're mother. Or well I hope you are because I think she's kind of awesome." He felt a few more kicks and movements and just stopped for a few moments as he marveled at the fact of what was going on inside of his wife.

"You're brother is awfully quiet in there little one. Or did you just need some papa time? Either way, I'll enjoy these moments, now and when you're out. Momma and I worked on you and Joe's room today. I think you're going to love it. We'll make sure it's just girly enough for you but manly enough for Joe. Although if you like the opposite we can do that too. We'll always do our best to make sure the two of you are happy. I promise that because we love you. Both of you lots. And I love all of you so so much." Maks said getting slightly choked up. He stopped and tried to collect himself but he was interrupted.

"Maks." Peta's sleepy voice echo'd out.

"Yes pretty girl?" He said softly groaning that he had gotten caught.

"We love you too." She said as she tipped her head back and caught his lips with hers. He smiled at her sleepy expression and just drew her in a little more before she drifted off back to sleep and he remained there just enjoying the quiet time he had with his girl and babies.

**That's a wrap! It's back!! Hope you guys enjoyed this one. I'm going to countdown the weeks until the babies make their appearance so if there's anything you'd like to see or hear or read let me know! Don't forget to like this one up and let me know what you thought! Thank you all!

[monsterflavoredcondoms]

w.e

1. What is you middle//full name? Sabrina Ines Rivera 2. How old are you? 17 3. What is your birthday? may 24 1999 4. What is your zodiac sign? gemini 5. What is your favorite color? pink 6. What’s your lucky number? never had one , maybe 6 7. Do you have any pets? 2 cats and a dog , yellow cat mac , black cat jen, chihuahua dog coco 8. Where are you from? born and raised in puerto rico for 7 years , then mostly here in florida 9. How tall are you? 5.1 10. What shoe size are you? womans 6.5 i think 11. How many pairs of shoes do you own? like 10 but i only wear like 2 maybe 4 out of all of them 12. What was your last dream about? i dont know but i had a dream when i was 4-5 and then again at 10 about this little purple alien w green dots and its only as big as my hand and it would take me into its little door and i was turn as small as the alien and the place looked like new york but like underground 13. What talents do you have? double jointed in 4 of my fingures 14. Are you psychic in any way? no , but if i say "it wont happen" a lot of times , then it does happen , or like the opposite , so since nothing wants to go my way i just ask for the opposite 15. Favorite song? brenna from a victim a target 16. Favorite movie? idk , just listen is like an unknown movie but its so good and so emotional that i kind of love it 17. Who would be your ideal partner? someone who thinks about my feelings before their own and is cute and clingy as all hell 18. Do you want children? FUCK NO , dont even joke like that 19. Do you want a church wedding? hell no 20. Are you religious? athiest 21. Have you ever been to the hospital? many times , i had asthma till i was 3 , i fell from moms bed when i was three , i had an ear infection when i was three , threatened to kill my self when i was 12 , my sistick (its a ball that forms in the bladder while the menstrual cycle is on) poped when i was 14 and happens now every 3-9 months but now i mostly dont go to the hospital , good shit is i dont get pains now 22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law? nope 23. Have you ever met any celebrities? no-.- 24. Baths or showers? showers , but kinda equally love em 25. What color socks are you wearing? grey w pancakes on them 26. Have you ever been famous? lol no 27. Would you like to be a big celebrity? lol no , maybe on youtube , but 28. What type of music do you like? anything hut country and shit rap , like meditating or heavy metal or xxxtentation 29. Have you ever been skinny dipping? no , but i jumped in the pool w my bra and panty on once 30. How many pillows do you sleep with? two but my head lays on one 31. What position do you usually sleep in? stomach down 32. How big is your house? medium , not rlly big 33. What do you typically have for breakfast? jenny creig 34. Have you ever fired a gun? no 35. Have you ever tried archery? yes , when i berally remembered anything 36. Favorite clean word? beautiful 37. Favorite swear word? cunt 38. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep? 32 hours , crazy shit , i did an all nighter , pretended to get up early and went to therapy later and went places , got home at 6 pm 39. Do you have any scars? on my fore head , when i fell off moms bed when i was like 3-4 40. Have you ever had a secret admirer? no , idk 41. Are you a good liar? nope 42. Are you a good judge of character? nope 43. Can you do any other accents other than your own? not rlly , if i try 44. Do you have a strong accent? no , my mom does tho , i dont have an accent on either spanish nor english 45. What is your favorite accent? british 46. What is your personality type? interested 47. What is your most expensive piece of clothing? a dress in the back of my closet in which i got so that i can be brights made in my cousins wedding 48. Can you curl your tongue? no.. idk 49. Are you an innie or an outie? belly button? outie 50. Left or right handed? right 51. Are you scared of spiders? terrified 52. Favorite food? fuck idk , food , mac and cheese 53. Favorite foreign food? zorrullos , its hispanic 54. Are you a clean or messy person? messy , we aint talking soccer here 55. Most used phrased? go to sleep 56. Most used word? um 57. How long does it take for you to get ready? 5 mins or less , unless a bitch pisses me off , then imma be cute/hot as hell for a bitch to be jealous 58. Do you have much of an ego? i dont think so 59. Do you suck or bite lollipops? suck 😉 60. Do you talk to yourself? always 61. Do you sing to yourself? no 62. Are you a good singer? lmaoo.... no 63. Biggest Fear? spiders 64. Are you a gossip? only to my closest friend possible , probably gossip bout trump lol 65. Best dramatic movie you’ve seen? hunger games probably 66. Do you like long or short hair? buzz cut 67. Can you name all 50 states of America? lol no 68. Favorite school subject? lunch 69. Extrovert or Introvert? both , like extrovert w people but alone i hate everyone lol 70. Have you ever been scuba diving? no , went zip-lining tho 71. What makes you nervous? everything , walking up to friends , talking to adults , starting conversations , walking places by my self 72. Are you scared of the dark? no , not at my house , in the streets a little 73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes? almost not , if they talking shit they aint suppose to , then a bitch gotta stand up 74. Are you ticklish? fuck you 75. Have you ever started a rumor? no 76. Have you ever been in a position of authority? no , dont recall 77. Have you ever drank underage? lol yes 78. Have you ever done drugs? 420 bro 79. Who was your first real crush? kindergarten a little boy , we ended up dating untill i never saw him again 80. How many piercings do you have? one on each ear 81. Can you roll your Rs?“ yes , hispanic mami 82. How fast can you type? fast asf boi , when im mad 83. How fast can you run? slow 84. What color is your hair? blond , naturally dark brown tho 85. What color is your eyes? hazel, they've been orang yellowish for a while tho 86. What are you allergic to? donald trump 87. Do you keep a journal? yea but its like a sketch book , i draw my feelings if im mad 88. What do your parents do? sit behind a desk and then come home to complain about work 89. Do you like your age? eh , prefer 21 for all the good reasons 90. What makes you angry? my father 91. Do you like your own name? no , i prefer stella or steven 92. Have you already thought of baby names, and if so what are they? dren, steven , rose , their birthstone 93. Do you want a boy a girl for a child? a human who will choose their gender when they're older 94. What are your strengths? fangirling over steven universe , kindof good at math , like good at adding subtracting and multi 95. What are your weaknesses? socializations , situations in which i have to argue 96. How did you get your name? the nurse asked and mom was like "idk" and the nurse was like , this book says sabrina , and mom was like "ok" 97. Were your ancestors royalty? lmfaooo... no , i have a italian ancestor , explains my love over pasta 98. Color of your room? white but i have like 20 posters and drawings and painted handprints and shelfs and a portrait in marilynn monroe , also stickers and trash 99. Color of your bedspread? red 100. Make up your own question if u can meet anyone , who would it be? rebecca sugar the creator of steven universe , and i mean like , meet her and hang w her for like a day , i hope she's nice , i hear she's nice , but people always tell me , some idols turn out to be assholes

[kxlebcross]

for the quarantine asks, multiples of 2, please :)

are you fucking serious???? i’m gonna get back at you for this, i’m smol and ready to fight!!!! (under the cut >:3)

2. Grilled cheese or PB&J? grilled cheese, always... idk, maybe i’m too european for that but pb&j just seems gross to me (noah fence to anyone who likes it tho)

4.  Your go-to bar order, if you drink? usually it’s a mojito, a gintonic or a vodka-tonic, depending on the place and its’ prices... and if i’m not that low on money sometimes an absinthe slips in, but that’s really rare, i’m not that young anymore and my body just can’t keep up with the alcohol anymore dfsdfd

6. Top three cuisines? uhhhh..... italian, hungarian and..... i don’t actually have a third hdgfhsd can i just generally say that ‘asian’? tbh i tried like 3-4 dishes from various asian countries which imo is way less than enough to choose a fave, and there’s also a lot more i’d like to try sometime... but my city doesn’t have many places to go to, and the only “chinese” restaurant we have is a cheap ripoff which never served a proper chinese dish in their life.... ordered from there twice, beforehand researching each dish i ordered and let me tell u.... they weren’t even close to what they were supposed to be......

8.  What’s a job that you’ve had that people might be surprised to find out you’ve had?  i once worked at a strip club..... no, not as a stripper, i was a waiter/bartender, and honestly i wouldn’t even mind talking about it if the place wasn’t shady as fuck.... one of the national tv stations even made a full time documentary series about all the illegal shit that’s going down there..... but i never really did any unconventional jobs so there’s nothing fancy, but if i were to tell stories about what i’ve encountered during my ordinary jobs...... oh boi.......

10.  Do you own any signed books/memorabilia in general? i have a signed photo with Flowsik from his Warsaw concert.... and i think that’s the only thing like that, if i ever had anything else it’s long forgotten and probably is laying in some box in my mom’s basement lmao

12. What do you get on your bagels? What WOULD you get if you had access to anything you wanted? i only have bagels in the kfc breakfast offer so it’s usually some chicken, salad, cheese, egg and mayonnaise? i think? or was that the ciabatta? fuck me if i remember...... but if i could choose anything i’d probably go with smth similar, some chicken strips, veggies, bacon, cheese and moyinnaise? yeah, probably, im a man of simple tastes dsfdfg

14.  Favorite mug you own i wish i wasn’t so lazy and just take a picture of it, but i’m a lazy fuck so here i go explaining XD so its actually a middle-sized coffee mug, it’s pastel greyish-pink with two cats on it, and one of the cats is chilling on a guitar.... it was a bday present from my mums friend and it came in a cat head-like box which i kept.... it’s now on the top shelf in it’s all grotesque cat box glory..... like the ceiling cat meme

16.  Pick a song lyric to describe your current mood (and drop the name and artist!)  uhhhh tbh my mood is usually a blank space, apathy be fun like that... so ill just list some that i’m generally vibin’ with

Take a knife in the back, wanna feel my pain Make a slice to the wrist to reveal those veins I could see your face, man I feel insane

Such a mess when I'm in your presence I've had enough, think you've been making me sick Gotta get you out of my system, yeah

MGK - In These Walls

I just can’t get enough of you, but that’s alright Feeling like going on a joyride with you through the night I keep accelerating on the road with you at my side

Lexie Liu - Like a Mercedes

And it's nights like this when I'm on my own And I realize that you'll never feel like home No, I can't feel you now (Feel me now) And I try my best to stick around But when you're broken like me, you just gotta get out 

Bring Me The Horizon -  ±ªþ³§ feat. YONAKA (but i’m generally vibin’ with the whole album that this song is from)

18.  What’s that one TV show that you’re a little bit embarrassed to watch but you still like nonetheless?  okay so i’m probably not gonna rewatch it ever again, but... when i was a kid there was this german series on tv and it was called medicopter 117.... so in exam season i realized that as a kid i never got to finish it so i decided to rewatch... listen, it’s a 1997 series... but damn it was actually better than some of the crap ppl call tv show now....... not gonna rewatch tho, some moments and plotlines were frustrating as fuck

20.  Do you match your socks? yes! but only because i either have them all black (which will match anyway) or funky colorful fruit patterned ones that look a bit much even on their own so i wouldn’t really wanna mix’n’match those in fear they would just look tacky as fuck

22.  What was your “phase” when you were younger? (i.e., Mythology Nerd, Horse Girl, Space Geek, etc) well for a while i was the horse kid, then the cat kid, then the car kid and then i ended up being the resident class emo with a weird obsession over Lord of the Rings.... it was a wild ride, though the emo phase sort of stuck with me even now

24.  What’s your opinion on Lazy Susan’s (the spinning tray in the middle of tables)? the what? i stg i never encountered it in my life so i’m not really having an opinion on it, sorry to disappoint

26.  You can only have one juice for the rest of your life, what is it? definitely orange... apple has a weird aftertaste, tomato is gross, banana feels like having jizz in ur mouth.... yeah, we’re sticking with orange (also please don’t ask me to elaborate on the jizz part)

28.  What’s one thing you’re trying to learn/relearn in your downtime right now? i’m actually trying to get better with some overwatch heroes i never learned before... since the lockdown started i got a lot better with snipers and i1m actually pretty proud of it

30.  Where could someone find you in a museum? most likely in the souvenir shop trying to find the cheapest thing..... or chilling on some bench/chair after watching all the art pieces, i’m usually way too lazy to stand around and wanna get out pretty fast, but i think it has more to do with the fact that i don’t really like to hang out around people and museums tend to always have a few of those

32.  Rainbows, stars, or sunset colored clouds? stars and clouds.... but man i actually really miss stars........ that’s the only thing that’s shitty in living at the city that i can’t see the stars

34.  Do you have more art on your walls or more photographs? i think art.... i mean i have three movie posters, an overwatch one, a religious calendar from my mum, and then a pride flag and some tacky painting the landlady insisted on keeping on the wall.....

36.  Pick a superhero sidekick to hang out with uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.... okay i’m gonna admit, i’m not really into superheroes so i’m not that well-informed about their sidekicks either.... can i just hang out with loki instead or smth?

38.  Favorite mid-2000s song oh no.... assuming it was around 2005.... i was like 7 at that time? what the fuck did  i listen to back then? uhhhhhhh i’m pretty sure that was a basshunter time back then? so i’m gonna go with Basshunter’s Now You’re Gone as i remember having it on my mp3 player dfjhjkdf

40.  Where do you sit in the living room (we all have a preferred spot, and you know it)? usually at my pc, even when i have guests over because i don’t trust anyone with the playlists...... and when i’m over at someone i usually choose a fotel or smth and lay down in it as if i’ve never used a fotel before or couldn’t sit like a normal human being.... and if there’s no fotel then i’m sitting on the armrest of the sofa because apparently i can’t sit like a normal human being sdshfghsdf

42.  A song you didn’t think you’d enjoy but ended up loving�� it’s this one.... one day just popped up in my youtube recommended and i was like what the fuck??????? but i’m not gonna say what it is, see for yourself ;)

44.  Are you a “Quote that relates to the photos” caption-er, an “explanation of where I took the photos” caption-er, or a no caption kinda person when you post pictures online? i..... try not to post at all??? but if i do it’s either no caption or “i randomly decided to post some pictures at 3am without thinking about a concept or caption so i’m just gonna wing it” kind of bullshit, no inbetween, i just can’t write meaningful shit under my pictures 

46.  What’s the freezer food that you stock up on when you go to the grocery store? fries..... i’m a slut for fries, best food ever......... give me fries......... i think i actually might buy some later now that we’re talking about it

48.  Do you like Jello? once again i’m way too european to have an opinion, sorry.....

50.  How are you at climbing trees? when i was a kid i was doing pretty well..... now, around 15 yrs and a few fucked up joints later i’m not sure how would i do....... if this stewpid lockdown is over i might actually convince my friend to find some trees to climb and then we’ll see....... (and then i hopefully won’t accidentally k*ll myself because he will be there to catch me if i fall lmaoooo)