#that's one of those things that's like I wouldn't say if I won the lottery but there would be signs...

[lyvhie]

LYV LYV LYYYV LOOK what do you think about a loser haechan who has a popular bestf who is dating the girl of his dreams. he tries his hard to not blush or at least embarrass himself in front of her, but he can't help it and his bestf notices it. so when he invites his gf over, he leaves his door open in a sole purpose of haechan caughting them. and he does. and shamelessly watches, jerking off. his bestf and his gf tease him until he cums, practically sobbing, then he's invited to the partyy

that's what friends are for... | ldh

donghyuck x fem!reader - ft. boyfriend!mark (18+ mdni)

summary: if they even share a place, why wouldn't they do the same with a girlfriend?

a/n: uGH I SUCK AT DOING LOSER BEHAVIOOURURTRR BUT I TRIED IM SORRY LOLA 😓😓 (i changed a few details too, i hope you don't mind).

cw: smut, fingering, masturbation, handjob, exhibitionism (?), voyeurism (?), kinda threesome (???).

haechan was fine just watching you from afar. you were, in his conception, perfect. you're beautiful, funny, smart and so, so damn hot. he knew from the beginning that he had no chance and, when you started dating mark, his best friend, haechan's dream became even more distant.

it was the quintessential model couple of the year. everything appeared to be in order – the beautiful girl with her popular boyfriend, living out their own version of a fairy tale, just as it was often seen with those who fit the mold.

even though he was content with that. he found solace in the fact that he and mark were roommates. you were frequently around their shared space, and that alone satisfied him more than anything he could possibly hope for. the fact that you acknowledged his existence and even engaged in conversation, made him feel like he had won the lottery.

acting cool in your presence was a must! he was determined to emulate mark's demeanor, hoping that if he imitated his behavior, you might like him more. every opportunity he had, he would try to impress you – he'd show off his achievements in nintendo ds games, his latest skin collections in league of legends, or even try to explain complex physics problems just to catch your attention.

he wasn't entirely certain whether you were laughing with or at him, but he appreciated having your attention nonetheless. whenever he made a jest and you responded with a laugh, saying things like"yeah, really awesome, haechan," he couldn't help but feel a sense of joy at the fact that he was the one who made you smile.

oh, he loved it every time he heard his name rolling off your tongue. he wished he could hear you moaning it while he fucks your pretty pussy, but it's always mark's name that escaped your lips in those moments, the same name that he heard you moan countless times while he pretended to sleep in his room, listening to all the lewd sounds coming from mark's room.

god, how he wished it was him in that moment. he would be so good to you, even better than mark. but life is so unfair, and he has to be settle for fucking his own fist while thinking about you, imagining what it would be like to have you wrapped around him, or to have your thighs around his head while he eats you out and swallows all of your sweet juices and—

“baby, stop,” haechan was snapped out of his thoughts by the sound of your voice, followed by your sweet giggle. he quickly turned his attention to you, dropping everything he was doing on the computer. he was surprised that you were there this late, he hadn't expected you to come over tonight.

haechan rose from his comfortable chair and slowly cracked open the door of his room to get a glimpse of the scene unfolding just outside. his heart skipping a few beats as he saw you pressed against the wall, with mark showering your neck with kisses.

"c'mon, babe,” he already knew what you were talking about. “you know he loves it," mark muttered against your skin, his kisses trailing up towards your lips.

mark was all too aware of haechan's feelings towards you, despite the boy's efforts to be subtle. he had observed the way haechan looked at you, how he often used a pillow to conceal the growing bulge in his pants every time you sauntered around in a mini-skirt, how he tried to linger around any room you were in, how he stutters or stumbles over his words whenever you speak to him, how he desperately seeks your attention and approval, often agreeing with whatever you say.

"don't worry about it," he nibbled on your lower lip, his voice dropping to a soft whisper, “i’m sure he will love to hear you screaming how much you love my—"

"mark!" you whispered loudly, hitting his shoulder in a playful manner, drawing a chuckle from him. mark led you to his room and gently pushed you down onto the bed. despite your protests, you made no effort to stop his advances.

mark didn't pay any mind to closing the door, his focus entirely on you. he quickly climbed over you, ravishing your lips in a needy kiss. his hands roamed all over your body, slipping under your shorts and soon under your panties, his touch eager and urgent.

meanwhile, hyuck watched the scene unfolding before him, holding his breath in anticipation. he could feel his boxers becoming increasingly tight, constricting his growing arousal. he tried to look away, to distract himself from the sight of you and mark together. he knew he shouldn't be watching, but he just couldn't tear his gaze away.

mark spoke against your lips, sensing the pair of eyes fixed on you both. "he's watching us," he murmured. "again?" you questioned softly, stealing a quick glance towards haechan's room and noticing him lingering there, peeking through the crack in the door. mark smirked, pulling away to whisper in your ear, "i had an idea....”

haechan noticed a shift in the atmosphere and became concerned that he might be found out. he couldn't quite make out what mark was whispering in your ear, but he saw the faint smile on your lips and the glimmer in your eyes as you listened intently to mark's words.

haechan's worry evaporated into thin air as soon as you changed position on the bed, Instead, he just opened the door wider to get a better view. mark was now behind you, your back resting against his chest, and both of you were facing him. in a more logical state of mind, hyuck would have found it strange, but in the moment, he was beyond caring when he saw you sliding your shorts down.

it felt like his breath hitched in his throat as he caught a glimpse of your panties, and his eyes were glued to your every move. he bit his lip, watching as you slowly pulled them off, revealing more of yourself to him.

when you finely pulled it off, he moaned softly at the sight of your legs spread wide open for him, your pussy dripping wet. he thought he was going to cum right there. he didn't even notice when he himself pulled down his own pants, freeing his aching cock that stood proudly and ready.

he slowly wrapped his hand around his shaft, the dry sensations of his mouth were suddenly replaced by the wetness of his tongue as it moistened his lips, swallowing hard as he saw mark's hand caressing the inside of your thigh as he kissed you.

“mmh, look at this,” mark mused with a small smile as his fingers found their way to your pussy, parting your folds and teasing your entrance, a gasp escaping your lips. “you’re so wet, babe,” he bit your shoulder softly.

haechan's knees felt like they were going to give out, but he managed to stand firm, his attention completely fixated on your beautiful cunt. he started to stroke his dick slowly, the precum facilitating movement.

“don’t close your legs, let him see how good you are to me, huh?” mark whispered in your ear, not giving you the chance to respond by sliding two fingers inside you, pumping slowly while watching your reaction, delighting in your moans and whimpers.

haechan did the same, watching as mark's fingers disappeared inside your hole, how eagerly you welcomed him. hyuck's grip on his dick was a little tighter as he quickened his pace at the same time mark quickened his, all his senses focused on the lewd sounds of your cunt and the priceless sight before his eyes.

donghyuck didn't even notice when he was the one moaning, and it wasn't a subtle sound, he was loud. he was imagining what it would be like to shove his cock in your tight pussy, imagining that it wasn't his own hand that he was fucking now, but you.

he focused into hearing your sweet moans, the way you tried to close your legs and mark held it place, fucking his fingers into you while rubbing your clit.

“fuck,” hyuck's jaw clenched, his cum beginning to pearl at the tip of his cock, ready to spurt out. he moaned your name shamelessly, his head thrown back, letting out a tortured groan, his hand faltering for a moment before regaining its rhythm, his fingers flying over his cock in a blur, "fuck...", he growled, sweat beading on his forehead, his muscles trembling with restraint.

"that's it, babe," mark murmured in your ear, his kisses trailing down your neck. "i know you're close," he continued, his voice filled with desire. "i want you to call for him when you reach that point. can you do that for me?” mark nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, eagerly anticipating your response.

your words came out in a shaky and breathless whisper, "y-yes," was all you managed to utter in that moment. your toes involuntarily curled, and your fingers clutched tightly onto mark's thigh, pressing your back against him as you felt the mounting pressure building towards your climax.

you could also hear faint sounds of pleasure coming from the other room and see the way haechan touched himself, adding another layer of excitement to the moment. unable to hold back any longer, you succumbed to the pleasure and came all over mark's fingers, your moan of hyuck's name escaping your lips just as he had requested.

he wasn't expecting that at all. the way his name came from your lips right when you were cumming made donghyuck's control snap, his cum jetting out in thick, ropesy strands, coating his hand, a triumphant cry torn from his lips as he came hard, his body shuddering with release.

both of you and haechan were panting, riding out of your orgasms. mark whispered a few praises on your ear followed by sweet kisses before turning his attention for haechan.

he gave a mischievous chuckle, his voice slightly raised as he posed the question, "yo, did you enjoy the show?" hyuck's heart skipped a beat as the reality of the situation hit him, his eyes widening in shock. he quickly tried to compose himself, awkwardly yanking up his pants in a flustered panic, nearly tripping and falling to the floor.

"i-i-i’m sorry," he stuttered frantically, desperately avoiding eye contact as he looked down at his feet. however, he was taken completely by surprise when your unexpected question echoed through the room. "you wanna join us?" his head shot up in disbelief, his heart racing at the proposition and his cock backing to life again.

his throat went dry and his stomach flipped, the sudden request leaving him speechless. he couldn't believe what he just heard, but before he could even begin to form an answer, his body seemed to move on its own, and he found himself walking towards mark’s room in quick steps.

you and mark shared a knowing glance, both unable to suppress a laugh as you noticed the hasty decision he had made. there he stood awkwardly in front of you, his flushed cheeks and downturned gaze only adding to the charm of the situation.

mark let out a chuckle, his gaze fixed on hyuck as he caressed your thighs absently. "dude, chill," he joked, a playful smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "it's not like this is the first time you've acted like a perv," you chimed in, finding his demeanor endearingly adorable.

before he could even protest, you reached out and took his hands, gently pulling him toward you on the bed. the mere touch of your skin against his sent a shiver down his spine, his nerves singing under the simple contact.

his heart pounded in his chest as you guided him onto the bed, his breath hitching as he found himself suddenly so close to you. hyuck's mind was racing, trying to comprehend what was happening and how he had ended up in this situation.

hyuck glanced hesitantly at mark, who was still seated behind you, his arms wrapped around your waist. he couldn't shake the feeling that he shouldn't be there, that he was intruding on something private. he nervously sought approval from his friend, expecting anger or disapproval, but instead, mark responded with an earnest nod of encouragement.

hyuck's gaze met yours, and he saw the desire burning in your eyes, leaving him feeling breathless. for a moment, he wanted to ask if this was really happening, but the words died on his lips as you cupped his face and brought him even closer. his breath came out in uneven gasps as you hovered your lips tantalizingly close to his.

he could feel your warm breath against his skin, a delicious torturous tease, and he leaned in instinctively, his own breaths shallow as he sought to close the tiny gap between you. the heat of the moment made his head feel light, and all he could focus on was the magnetic pull between you two.

you pull back slightly as he leans in, his anticipation palpable. "patience," you whisper, your voice sultry, drawing out the moment. your hands trail down his chest, feeling the rapid rise and fall of his breath. you let your finger linger on the edge of his shirt, a mere inch away from slipping under the fabric and caressing the skin beneath. "you've waited long enough, haven't you?”

you see the mix of frustration and desire in his eyes, the way he looks at you begging to be touched. but you're not done playing yet. you lean in and whisper in his ear, your breath hot against his skin. "are you going to be patient and wait for me like a good boy?" your fingers lightly trace the outline of his collarbone, making him shiver.

“y-yes, i'll be good, i-i promise,” you can hear the desperation on his voice and feel the tension in his body, his muscles taut and coiled like a spring, ready to snap. your fingers trail down to the waistband of his pants, and you toy with the fabric, pulling it slightly before letting it snap back into place.

you hummed with satisfaction, leaning in to nuzzle your nose against his ear. you could sense the way he craved your attention and knew how long he had been silently pining for you. deciding to give him a little taste of what he had been yearning for, you whispered sultrily, "i think you deserve a little reward,” you purred. “you want it?

he eagerly begged, his voice strained and desperate. "yes, yes, please, anything," he whined, his body practically writhing with need as he tried to press himself closer to you. it was as if he was a little puppy, anxiously seeking affection from its owner. "i-i'll do anything, just please touch me.”

you couldn't help but laugh warmly as you held his face in your hands, and he eagerly leaned into your touch like a well-behaved pet. you didn't want to make him wait any longer, so you quickly pulled him into a kiss, greedily delving your tongue into his mouth with a feverish intensity. he moaned in response, his body melting under your touch as his lips eagerly sought out yours, hungrily kissing you back.

he tasted sweet and addictive, and you felt yourself getting lost in the kiss, the way his mouth moved against yours, the little sighs and gasps that escaped him.

your hands slowly slid down from his face, exploring the contour of his neck before dropping lower and lower. they slid under the waistband of his pants, finding their target with a highly precision. you wrapped your hands around his hard cock, causing his gasp to mingle with a loud moan as the sudden sensation overloaded his senses.

the reality was so much better than any fantasy he had ever entertained. he had spent countless hours imagining what it would feel like to have your hands on him, but never in his wildest dreams could he have anticipated the sheer thrill of your touch.

his hips stirred, a slow roll, a lazy, indulgent movement, his cock starting to swell under your ministrations. his hips began to move, subtle, rhythmic, urging your hand to follow the motion.

instead of the pleasure he sought, you gave him a tight squeeze, just enough to make him wince slightly. it was a clear warning for him to stop, and he immediately obeyed, his face contorting in discomfort before settling back into a neutral expression. his body tensed up as if preparing to resist, but he managed to hold back his usual impulsive reaction, instead listening to your wordless reprimand.

"i thought i told you to be patient, hyuck," you scolded gently, your grip on him growing firmer. he let out a cry of apology, his soft plea of "i'm sorry, i'm sorry" escaping his lips. the pained expression on his face was a clear display of his submission, his body quivering under the pressure of your touch.

mark's voice reached your ears, a hint of playfulness in his voice. "babe, i’m starting to feel a little jealous here," he teased, his hands slowly roaming under your shirt, their path heading towards your chest.

you couldn't help but break your focus on hyuck for a moment, loosening your grip on his dick. your attention turning to your boyfriend as you felt his hands roaming freely underneath your clothes.

“i'm sorry, he just so cute,” mark held the side of your face and turned your head towards him, capturing your lips in a sweet kiss, silencing your giggle.

haechan watched from the sidelines, feeling a pang of longing as he saw the affectionate display between you two. he could feel his desire growing stronger, eager to feel your touch again and to kiss you once more, the way your hand remained still on his throbbing cock making all that feel even more torturous.

mark opened his eyes and threw a quick glance at haechan, a mischievous grin spreading across his lips, as if noticing the boy's silent yearning.

mark spoke playfully against your lips, “i think he’s trying to steal your attention from me again," he teased. you couldn’t help but smile at his words, pulling away and glancing back at donghyuck, who was once again looking at you with those puppy eyes, obediently waiting for your attention.

you looked at hyuck and gave a gentle command, "take off your clothes, hyuck. i can't touch you properly like that, hm?" before you even finished your sentence, he was already shedding his clothes, his eagerness to feel your touch overriding any self-consciousness he might have felt at the moment.

mark seized the opportunity to slowly remove your remaining clothing, relishing the sight of your naked form on full display for him. it was almost comical how he was the only one still fully clothed, but he had plans to make you beg for him later.

hyuck almost came on the spot when he saw you completely naked, the sight much better than anything he had ever imagined.

you adjusted your position, sitting on mark's lap, your legs on each side of him. meanwhile, hyuck stayed beside you, your mouth almost salivating at the sight of his throbbing dick, begging for relief. mark's hands moved over your sides, slowly gliding up to your boobs.

his thumbs brushed against your nipples, teasing, circling, his fingers closing around your breasts, squeezing gently, tenderly, his head dipping low, his hot breath washing over your skin, making goosebumps rise, before his lips closed around one nipple, sucking hard, pulling a tiny whimper from your lips.

before haechan could even feel a pang of jealousy, wanting to experience the same pleasure as mark, he was quickly distracted by your hand wrapping around him once more, gently stroking his length. the sudden attention made him forget whatever thought he had.

his lips curled into a snarl, a mix of pain and pleasure, as your fingers constricted around him, the strokes agonizingly slow, driving him to the edge, "...faster...", he ground out, his body straining against yours, his hips bucking up, involuntarily seeking relief, "...harder...", his hands grasped the sheets beside him, knuckles white, fingernails digging in. “please,” he pleaded.

deciding to comply with his request, you moved your hand faster. his head tossed back, the veins in his neck bulging, his breathing ragged, gasping, "y-yes, please," he managed to whine through the pleasure, his voice barely audible as the words left his lips in a pleading whimper.

he looked at you with tears in his eyes, the feeling of your touch overwhelming him, his moans of your name spilling from his lips like a desperate prayer. he looked wrecked, a mess of tears and whines, his eyes begging for more, unable to form any coherent words.

he wouldn't last long, he was already on edge. “cum for me, love,” your beathy words were like a cue, his cock pulsating in your hand, spilling streams of cum, warm and sticky. the cry came from his throat, primal, raw, unbridled, as he came apart at the seams, lost in the blissful chaos of ecstasy.

if that's how he acts with just a simple handjob, you can't even imagine how he will look when you actually fuck him.

his chest heaved, still catching his breath, his eyelids fluttering open, dazed, unfocused, his pupils dilated, darkening further as his gaze locked onto mark's sucking your tits, he wanted to make you feel good too, his mouth watering at the prospect, his tongue darting out to lick his lips.

“don't worry, hyuck,” you let out a soft moan, his name falling from your lips like a sweet praise, bringing his attention back to you. "we're just getting started, sweetie.”

[headcanonenthusiast]

Simon Riley NSFW headcanons

Ladies, gentlemen and everyone inbetween, here he is. Here's the extremely popular man himself, Simon Riley.

I know how much people thirst over Ghost, and even though I personally don't he's a character I absolutely adore. Hoping I can do him justice with this one ❤

(I completely understand that this type of content is not everyone's cup of tea, and that's ok! But, please scroll and ignore if this type of content isn't your thing as opposed to leaving any sort of negative comments.)

Enjoy!

Nsfw under the cut

-Don't really think he has the highest libido in the world.

-When he is in the mood, though, you're not sleeping that night.

-Have you seen the way this man talks? He's pretty confident in his looks. And he totally sprinkles that confidence into intercourse.

-"Look at tha', not even in you yet and you're already blushin."

-This is so random, but I feel like rainy nights get him in the mood.

-Its probably because you're less likely to go anywhere while the weather's bad. In his mind, as long as the weather isn't the best, he's got you glued to the bed for the night.

-"Where you goin, luv? Weather's nasty today."

-And no matter what excuse you give, his head will tilt slightly and he'll give the smallest smirk imaginable.

-"But it's so cold out. Wouldn't ya rather spend some time with me? The bed's nice n' warm."

-His grip on your hips is tight, so tight he usually leaves marks on accident.

-4 inches soft, 6 inches hard.

-Not the most vocal in bed, but he does grunt a lot.

-Not much of a talker, either, but depending on what you're into, he'll throw out the occasional praise or degrading word.

-"There we go, atta boy/girl. Hold still f'me."

-During sex, his eyes are locked on you, but not specifically on your face. He keeps his focus on your cock/pussy as he touches it.

-Expects your eyes to be on him the whole time, however. Does not want you to look away, even for a second.

-"Eyes on me, darlin'. Don't you look away, now."

-"Good girl/boy. Much better."

-Good with his fingers, and he knows it.

-Will totally finger/jerk you off with your back against his bare chest, his lap as your very own seat while he does so.

-"Christ, your legs are shaking. My fingers feel good, don't they?"

-His strokes are deep, and usually not terribly fast nor too slow. It's a good middle-ground that doesn't tire either of you immediately but is still satisfying.

-A big fan of pulling your hair if it's longer (consensually ofc, consent is important af yall).

-Something that really turns him on is the way his hand is able to completely cover yours. Enjoys moving a hand from your hip to your hand, giving it a few tight squeezes.

-And those squeezes aren't just him doing them because he wants to, he actually uses it as a non-verbal way to say "I love you", because like I said earlier, not very vocal.

-And he always does that at least once during sex. But sometimes he'll forget to do it, so he'll squeeze your hand as you're falling asleep, just to remind you of the fact he loves you.

-Is obsessed with painting your dick/pussy/ass with his cum. Your lips, too, when you give him a blowjob.

-When he's finished, you can see the way his body relaxes. It's like he's suddenly won the lottery and he no longer has back pain after sex.

-Aftercare isn't anything extraordinary, but he figures you need alone time after sex, so, unless requested, the shower is all yours for however long you want it.

-Also, he's not an asshole. Its not like he'd suddenly act distant after sex or anything, it's just that he knows you can take care of yourself. That's why he waits for you in bed, allowing his chest to become a pillow for your head to rest on.

-Now, Simon has never really been able to fall asleep super quickly, but after sex he passes right out.

-And it's not even because the act exhausted him, either. He just has this odd sense of contentment after being with you that lulls him into a more eased mindset, which is very difficult for him to get.

-In other words, he feels much more fulfilled with you by his side. And he'll be sure to thank you the next morning, chin on your shoulder while he gently squeezes your hand.

That was fun to write! Even though I'm not attracted to Ghost like everyone else reading this post is, he's still up there on my fav COD characters list.

Let me know who I should do next!

[janeyseymour]

I Wouldn't Tell Anyone

based off of that tiktok trend: "i wouldn't tell anyone i won the lottery, but there'd be signs".

WC: ~2.75k

Melissa Schemmenti has worked at Willard R. Abbott Elementary School for years. And in those years, the one constant in her life has been Barbara Howard. The two had started the same year, and while many things have changed, their friendship would never. No, Melissa had watched as Barbara married Gerald, witnessed the woman’s growing belly as she carried both of her daughters, had seen the ups and downs in the Howard family. And likewise, Barbara had been there to see the marriage to Joe, the divorce of Joe, the lean years… and everything in between. They’ve seen the way that teachers come and go, children grow up before their very eyes, and at this point they’ve taught children of students that they had in the starting years. Teaching practices have grown and changed- it’s really an ever-evolving world that they live in.

The second grade teacher had a solid wardrobe that she kept in rotation over the years- really just a few blazers, her signature leather jacket, the same shirt in various colors, a few pairs of slacks and jeans, and of course her heeled boots that she wore everyday without fail.

“Melissa,” Barbara had asked one day. “Perhaps you and I should hit the mall? I know some great places that have wonderful clearance sections.”

“Are you tellin’ me I need to change out my wardrobe?” the redhead teased as she threw her bag over her shoulder.

“You know that is not what I am saying, woman,” Barb rolled her eyes. “But I see the way that your shirts are starting to wear thin. I also need an outfit for the end of the year banquet that this damned superintendent is forcing me to go to.”

“When you’re part of a committee, you have to go to that kind of stuff,” the second grade teacher had smirked. “Why you think I ain’t a part of all that?”

Even after the two of them hit it off, going to the mall whenever they found themselves with enough money to spare to treat themselves to a shopping spree, Melissa’s outfits still mostly circulate without fail. 

Years pass, and then she meets you one night while she’s out at the bar. She walks in, and you’re captivated. You don’t know what draws you to her, but whatever it is is magical. Your eyes hardly leave her stunning figure as she dances. You know that by the end of the night, you have to at least attempt to make a move on her.

And you do when she decides to take a break from dancing to come over to the bar. Conveniently, the only opening is by where you’re sitting and nursing a margarita.

By some grace of God, she’s been watching you too- trying to figure out how to start a conversation with you over the loud music and people dancing all around you.

She saunters up to the spot that you’re at and smiles at you. Wow… her smile is radiant.

“How come a pretty girl like you ain’t out there dancing with someone?”

“Just came here after a hard day at work,” you shrug. “Wanted a marg, thought maybe the music and drinks would brighten my spirit.”

“Well, you got the marg,” she gestures to your half empty glass. “Why don’t I buy you another, and then we can listen to the music together?”

“I’m sure you have friends here that wouldn’t want me crashing.”

“I’m here alone,” the redhead reveals. “The name’s Melissa. And you are?”

“Y/N,” you tell her.

“Well, Y/N, why don’t you let me buy you a drink, and we can be alone… together.”

You end up getting her number as you part ways for the night, and simply text her when you get home that night, time and place.

She’s just walked into her own house when your text comes through. How does Renata’s Kitchen at 5:30 on Tuesday sound?

I have to wait tomorrow and Monday to see you?

I mean, I could grab a coffee tomorrow after church if you’d rather that, the redheaded beauty sends.

You send her the address of your favorite coffee place, which just so happens to be hers as well. You wonder if the two of you have ever run into each other and just not known it at the time.

The outing for coffee ends up being an entire day’s worth of just walking around the city together as you chat about life. You find out that she’s a second grade teacher at one of the local schools and that she has Sunday dinners with her family every week (that is actually the only reason she has to regretfully leave you that day) among many other things. She finds out that you work for one of the local law firms down the street from Abbott, ironically enough. How have the two of you never bumped into each other, or at least seen each other? You get to your place of work at the same time as she does, you’ve both gone down to the same Wawa at the same time for lunch because your lunch hours coincide, and she quite literally walks past your firm to get to happy hour specials with her coworkers.

Once she leaves you to head to her family dinner, she texts you to let you know that she would still love to do dinner with you on Tuesday. You excitedly reply that you would be absolutely delighted. 

The two of you have been going out for quite some time now, and it’s quite funny that you’ve both kept it on the down low. You’re a bit concerned that while courtrooms have progressed with society that if your relationship were to become public, it could get in the way of cases. And she, similarly is nervous that she could face backlash at the school she works for for being in a homosexual relationship. So, neither of you have said anything to your coworkers. And it’s all going swimmingly. While you had both just stumbled upon each other one night at the bar, not expecting to find each other, here you are two years later as a happy couple.

You land the case of a lifetime, one where you could make a decent profit off of your already relatively high paying salary. On top of that, you know that you’re about to be promoted after working with this firm for the last five years.

You end up winning the case, bringing in some good money, and then you’re moving up the ladder and finding yourself with more cash outflow than you know what to do with at the moment. It’s too much for you, living in a small apartment in the city by yourself with nothing else to worry about. So, when your girlfriend comes over to your apartment for dinner, you propose something.

“Mel?” you ask as she stands at your stovetop. She hums to let you know that she’s listening, but her eyes stay trained on the vegetables that she’s chopping right now. “How would you feel if we moved in together?”

The sound of the knife hitting the cutting board halts, and she turns to face you. “What?”

“We’ve been together for almost two years,” you tell her. “I just got that nice promotion, plus a huge payout from the settlement with DuBoise, so… I was thinking maybe we could move in together? Find a nice townhouse somewhere in the city and settle into our lives together?”

About a million emotions flicker through the redhead’s face before it settles on a smile. “I think that might be a good idea.”

So, after months of looking, you both say goodbye to your small apartments and are able to move into a beautiful townhouse in Queen Village. When Melissa files the paperwork to change her address for paychecks, Ava comes flying into the staff lounge with her eyes nearly bulging out of her head.

“Uh, ahem,” the principal coughs out and raises her brows, waving the paperwork in front of the second grade teacher during lunch.

“What?” your girlfriend grumbles as she grades a few papers and shoves a forkful of her salad into her mouth.

“Since when did you move?”

“A couple of weeks ago,” Melissa shrugs.

Barbara’s brows furrow. She wasn’t aware her friend was moving house. “Oh, Melissa. Could you not afford the place anymore?”

“Girl, she upgraded big time! Went from living in the slums to a three bedroom townhouse in Queen Village!”

“Queen Village?” the kindergarten teacher repeats.

Again, the redhead just shrugs.

“Melissa, how did you manage that? I know what you make, and there is no way you could afford to live somewhere like that!” Janine cuts in.

“Can it, pipsqueak,” Melissa rolls her eyes. “Let’s just say… I have my ways.”

Nobody is brave enough to ask the mob-like woman what the hell that could even mean.

“Well, when do we get to see the place?” Jacob tries to invite himself over.

Green eyes glare over at the man. “If I can help it, never.”

“Oh c’mon, Mel Mel,” Jacobs whines out. “I lived with you at one point! Why can’t we come see your new place?”

“At the time, I did not know it was you,” the redhead huffs. “And then you moved out on me.”

“Because I found 

The second grade teacher blows out a breath. “Maybe once I have it all furnished and put together.”

So, once the two of you have the place put together for the most part, the Abbott clan makes their way over while you’re out of town for a convention that you were forced to go to.

To say that the crew is beyond impressed is an understatement.

“Melissa, this is beautiful,” Barbara compliments.

“How? How?” is all Jacob and Janine can stutter out.

The redhead just smirks. “I know a guy.”

They leave not knowing that the guy that she knows is you- her girlfriend of almost two and a half years at this point. And because it’s you, and you have an unwavering love for Melissa, the house is impeccable and everything she could ever want it to. You take good care of her.

Since moving in together, Melissa’s meals have only become more extravagant. With both of your finances almost entirely combined at this point, you spoil her with the best foods and ingredients that you can get her at any moment. So when she comes into the staff room with way fancier dishes for her lunch, it raises a few eyebrows. The teachers have seen Melissa stretch a dollar like a big headed baby stretches a… the redhead smirks.

“I know a guy,” is all she offers up.

The eyebrows of her coworkers only creep further up her head when she comes in with leftovers from one of the nicest restaurants in the city- a place known nationally for the delicate dishes and absolutely delectable desserts.

She’s eating the extra slice of cheesecake the two of you had brought home when Janine leans over. “How’d you get that?”

“I know a guy.”

“You sure seem to know a lot of guys.”

They have no idea that there are not multiple people- you are almost singlehandedly responsible for the lavish lifestyle that your girlfriend suddenly leads. 

Somehow, Melissa is forced to go to one of the banquet dinners that the district is holding because she’s hit a milestone in her teaching, and they’re highlighting her. So, of course Barb offers to go with her to try to find something nice to wear to the dinner that she too will be attending.

“Oh, I think I actually have an outfit,” the redhead refutes the offer. “But thank you.”

“Girl, you never turn down an opportunity to go out shopping,” the kindergarten teacher raises a brow.

“I just… know a guy that already bought me an outfit.”

Melissa shows up to the event looking like a million bucks, and Barbara almost can’t believe it. The redhead’s hair is curled to perfection, the dress that she’s in has clearly been tailored to accentuate all of her curves and to be the proper length. The shoes that she’s wearing are not the black heeled boots Barbara is so used to seeing her work wife wear- no, instead she’s got on a pair of heels that have to be at least two hundred dollars if the kindergarten teacher had to guess. 

Of course, their picture gets snapped and is posted to the school website a few days later. 

At lunch, while Janine is eating and on her laptop, her eyes go wide. “Melissa!”

“What?”

“You looked beautiful the other night!”

“Thanks, kid.”

“How did you get all of that?”

“I know a guy.”

Jacob moves his chair so he too can get a look.

“Melissa, that is…” he thinks to himself quietly. “At least a six hundred dollar look! For a school event? Girl, where are you getting all of this stuff?!”

“I told youse, I know a guy.”

It’s a weekend when the Abbott crew decides to get together, and they all have plans to go to Barbara’s house for game night, but Gerald gets sick and they can no longer use the Howard residence.

“Well, I guess we should cancel,” Melissa sighs as they’re all leaving the school that day.

“What if we just came to your place?” the kindergarten teacher asks. “It’s the only other space big enough to accommodate us all.”

Begrudgingly, the second grade teacher agrees. As everyone is on their way over, she calls you.

“Hello?”

“Hey hun,” she says softly. “So… change in plans for tonight.”

“Oh? Do I get you all to myself tonight?”

“Not exactly…” the redhead trails off. “We’re moving game night to our house.”

“Oh,” you say softly, your face dropping as you thumb through papers in your office.

“Yeah,” she hums.

“I mean, I guess I can go out to dinner with my mom or something to pass the-”

“What if we just… came out? At least just to the crew,” your girlfriend suggests quietly.

You mull that option over for a few seconds. “Y-yeah. If you’re ready for that.”

“I am if you are.”

“I can pick up dinner,” you tell her. “I should be out of here by 5:30, and then I can head over to grab some food before coming home.”

“There’s…” she counts in her head. “eight of us.”

“Eight?”

“Somehow Mr. J wormed himself into this get together,” Melissa laughs softly. “Something about getting the band back together- whatever the hell that means. 

Once you’re free from work, you head over to one of the nicer restaurants in the city, and because you and Melissa have become frequent flyers there, they’re able to oblige your request for a few trays of food. You leave a generous tip before packing the food into your car and making your way back to your townhouse. 

Upon pulling in, you take a few deep breaths before gathering your briefcase and the food and making your way to the door.

When you push it open, all eyes are on you.

“Hey,” you sigh as you kick off your shoes and head for the kitchen table to put down all the food.

“Melissa, you didn’t tell us you have a roommate, never mind a hot one!” Ava grins.

The redhead just rolls her eyes before glaring. That glare is gone though once you make your way back into the living room and sit down next to your girlfriend.

“Hey babe,” you smile at her before kissing her cheek softly.

“Babe?” Barbara’s eyes go wide. “Melissa Ann, do you have a girlfriend?”

The redhead just smirks. “Oh, did I not mention that I am happily in a relationship and have been for two and a half years?”

“Wait a minute,” Mr. Johnson furrows his brows and looks you over. “Ain’t you one of those fancy lawyers that works at the firm down the street from Abbott?”

You nod. “Hi. I’m Y/N.” You cordially shake everybody’s hand with a kind smile.

“Wait,” Janine pieces it all together. “Is this why you moved and could afford this place? Why your meals have gotten a lot fancier, and how you could afford the clothes you wore to the dinner the other night?”

Melissa just nods. “I guess you could say… I won the lottery with this one.”

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•𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋•

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Earth 1610 Miles X Y/n

𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎:You and miles have been crushing on each other for the longest but now , he finally admits it .

𝐀/𝐍: This is so freaking cute

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: Fluff

Miles and You have a very confusing relationship. You guys both like eachother but the thing is , you guys are both scared to confuse.

Y'all both cant read the room at all. You guys both give hints on liking each other . But yall are blind to see them.

You guys have 2 classes together and in those 2 classes with the help of your friends , he knows some stuff you like.

For example he knows you like marvel but specifically spider man , he definitely was going to be good with that one

He knew you like movies , music and art ( all things he also enjoyed)

He knew you liked food ( who wouldn't )

That all created a plan for miles (that he haven't thought of just yet )

He decied to ask his dad for the best advice.

“So uh dad its this girl at my school and I want to try to ask her out tommorow , any tips“ he asks

“Are you talking about that Y/n girl “Miles dad asks him

“Yeah” miles smiles

“I like her , you can buy her a bouquet of flowers and her favorite items” he tells miles .

“Thanks dad” he smiles and would walk off .

Miles would follow the advice from his father and would place a custom order of a spider man bouquet .

He would wait for the next day to shine , so he could ask you out.

As he went to school he would swing by and grab the flowers, a card , and if you said yes movie tickets.All those items would be stored in his locker.

Time would tick and tick by as he waited for which hour he wanted to ask you . He didn’t want to by Infront of people or in any classes Yall share .

Which left a couple of options but the one he decided was his 6th class . He had waited a good 15 minutes before asking if he could go to the bathroom. He wasn’t really going to go to the bathroom but his locker than the stair way .

He would send a message to your phone hoping you either had your phone on you or your smart watch.

“Meet me at the stairway “ he had sent .

You would get confused , why did he need to meet you , what was going on .

“Excuse me can I go to the bathroom “ you would ask your teacher. “Make it quick y/n” she demanded from you . You would get you and go to the “bathroom” .

You walked to the stairway and that’s when you saw him . Miles standing their with flowers,plushie and a card. “Is this for me” you ask him . “Yes” he says as gives it you. “For as long as I have been at this school you have always made me happy and smile and I’m asking if you would like to go out with me this Saturday “ he says and smiles .

“I can never turn down a invite “ you say . “Plus I also like you to “ you tell him.”oh did you “ he asks . “Yes , I’m guessing I meet you at your parents house before the movie “ you ask him. “You know it” he says awkwardly. “Text me the details you said as you gave him your number . “Let’s go before the principal sees us out here “ he jokes to you .

“Oh your so right “ you say as you go to your locker to put the items away. “You go after miles before he fully goes in class . “Thanks for everything “ you smile and give him a hug . At first he is confused but than he gives you a hug back .

Let’s just say that day miles was so happy people would have suspected he won the lottery.

[kikiwooo]

i’m the anon that asked about xavier and fredrinn tag teaming me and i haven’t been brainrotting about fredrinn lately but i’ve been thinking about xavier as a camboy alot 😭 idk the idea just appeals to me. and i’ve been trying to think of other characters that would fit this trope, like i could totally see lancelot, yin and gusion as camboys HAHAHA

MANNN GODDAM Y'ALL HAVE SOME QUITE INTERESTING FANTASIES 💀😭 I kinda didn't liked what I wrote and some parts might be short because I died

notes; gn! reader, camboy! mlbb boys

Gusion

lmao gus after his brother didn't give him enough money or overall he doesn't have enough money for himself, quite pitiful indeed. Let's jump straight into it cuz if I ever go into detail that would be an essay +he's paxley so probably there's like lot who knows him and his ego just wouldn't allow him

He probably does challenges about how big and deep he can take in and people just following cuz he's not only a new face but a pretty one too+he's also stubborn. He reads every donation out loud, also those shitty and troll ones too, he's that gullible but he learns it after it happens a few times. his eyes does go wide and his system stops for a few seconds after receiving big ass donation (while having a big ass dildo up his ass, his challenge not mine) will also smirk if the person who donated him challenge to another thing and says they'll pay him even more if he does this and that, Gus will do it no matter how impossible it is. (is that dragon di-

Will frequently invite you to his streams or videos if you guys are in relationship irl, but if you only watch and donate and maybe sing in membership(he has the silliest emotions of himself) he'll favor that one person(it's you)

Yin

INEXPERIENCEDDD I TELL YOU, but somewhat he's pretty good with those dildos, bro's born for it. Lieh is tired of hearing Yin's sloppy whimpers and half moans which he tries so hard to hide.( They're twins) most of the people favor him and only him cuz he's cute.

He recording videos cuz he heard it from Lieh that one makes so much money from it and only it. Yin was insecure at first so he first talked it with one of his very very close friend(you), but like super duper close, he can't handle anyone else other than you so you're his go to. He's pretty vanilla but from time to time he doesn't skip to try new things (𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂), also somehow gets lots of donations even if he does literally nothing and just sits in front of the camera (you know the deal shh)

But if you're one of his viewers, and probably the nicer one than those of the perverts and just keep him in his ground and offer him to do new things to not lose the attention+also keeping him updated about literally everything going around, somehow Yin even offered you a private video just for you- or just a simple invite (lieh didn't liked that)

Lancelot

ALRIGHTTT, lance is experienced and probably has been in this camboy things for years, he's pretty proud of his own body and shamelessly shows it into the camera without any hesitation maybe that's why he's so popular.

Though he's open to the camera, you can never get anything from him real life, he shuts the topic really fast that you can't even argue back. If you're one of his viewers+have membership probably the earliest one, yeah lance over here has a VIP room for y'all like the first seats of the cinema. Lance cares about what his viewers want because that's where the money comes from, no?

Lancelot is actually fond of tight clothes/gears?? Like how they squeeze is skin so deliciously(he knows his chat loves it, he also himself likes them so win?)

Everyone's literally there for his girly moans what are you talking about.

Xavier

Y'all how we got him on here, 's like we won the lottery???? despite being quiet both irl and in front of the camera, we can hear soft grunts and gasps whilst he's taking it hard(I'm not the one salivating no it's you) AHHHH HE'S JUST, PERFECT??? the way his waist and they way he turns around to check, the way his muscles mmhmmmmhmhmhm. Though he likes you interrupting his streams when you come behind him to tease, he scolds you from after the stream (damn). if one of his viewers with membership, he quietly thanks those people (he whispers, asmr fr) at the beginning of the video/stream, doesn't show much of a reaction at the donates, he's doing it for it anyway, but his eyes will visibly widen whenever reaching such lot donations with cute messages(his fandom is 🎀yes both genders),

He's always sore after the streams and videos, no matter how he took it from low, he always ends up sore which he complains about it, but does he make money? yes so so much and he doesn't thinking about giving it up any time soon.

[caspercryptid]

Fic request- There is a severe lack of Werewolf or Vampire Ford, do with that what you will 💜

I like where your head's at. This is going to be a super weird sci-fi vibe because I actually had a Vampire Ford AU sitting in the back of my brain— if you want more/different vampire/werewolf au content just feel free to hit me with another request, one thing I find very fun is doing variations on the same theme.

Requests still open for billford.

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Bill had waited hundreds of millions of years.

Well, alright, so. Outside the theraprism it has probably been significantly less time than that. And even inside the theraprism Bill had lost track of time very very quickly, once he's made two key realizations.

1. No one is coming to save him

2. The pines will be long dead by the time he gets out.

He shouldn't care. He doesn't.

....Okay so, maybe he does a little bit.

As he worked through his feelings (by force, those bastards really knew how to cut a triangle down to size). He had come to realize that he .....had. feelings. Specifically one feeling. For Ford Pines. Something sticky and warm and pathetic.

And worthless, because he was never going to be able to tell him. Because Ford Pines was human.

Ford pines....WAS. human.

The problem with his relationship with Stanford had been fundamentally twofold. Every other issue started with one of the two completely insurmountable barriers between them.

Problem 1: Ford was human.

Problem 2: Bill was not.

The axolotl, in his endless knowledge and mercy, had seen fit, through reincarnation, to solve the second problem. Which would have counted for nothing, except that apparently while Bill hadn't been looking in on him, Ford had solved the first.

And that is how Bill has found himself on a space station in 3502, face to face. With Stanford Pines.

At first he thinks he's imagining things, or maybe one of the Pines descendants just— won some kind of genetic lottery. But as he stays frozen and watching, Ford pulls out a journal and flips through, taking notes with an old fashioned pen, and— there's no mistaking those hands. There's no mistaking that twenty first century pen. And he'd— assume some alternate universe Ford had gotten lost, but his clothes are from the right millennia, at least, he's wearing a space suit and metal boots. He's alone and he looks.... fine. Confident and calm.

Bill doesn't realize he's getting closer until Ford looks up and gives him a confused look.

"Can I.... help you?" He asks.

Oh, right.

Bill looks normal now. Average. Unremarkable. He clears his throat, tries to decide where to start.

"I— hope so," he says. "Do you have a ship? I— seem to have accidentally blown the last of my cash and I don't have enough to make it back to earth."

"Ah, yes. I do. I would be happy to give you a lift, I was actually heading back topside myself."

Bill realizes, faintly, that he's probably made a mistake and it's going to be a lot of lies to keep going.

Well, if there was anything in the world he was good at.

"Thank you," he says, "I figured you'd be reliable. Everybody who uses old-world tech is good in my book. You don't make it to a thousand pitching hitchhikers out of airlocks!"

Patently untrue. Bill had pitched plenty of hitchhikers out of airlocks.

Ford gives him a look like maybe he doesn't believe that either, but he twists the pen in his fingers.

"You just can't replicate the feeling of a nib on paper," he says, "do you believe i had to get my own ship because they won't let me space travel with one of these? I told them I'd adapted the ink cartridges myself to keep it from exploding, but they wouldn't believe me!"

"Those galactic authorities need to get the sticks out of their asses," Bill says.

Ford snorts, and it's- nice. It's nice to just talk to him like this. Like nothing had ever happened between them. But. There's still the question.

"...So, you a collector?" he asks, managing casual.

"Ah, no." Ford says, spinning the pen, "well, yes, in a way. I do collect old world technology, but it's because I'm more used to it."

"You look human," Bill says.

Ford grins, showing off sharp teeth.

"Do I?"

[seldompathic]

Your lore keeps getting crazier

We have fun around here 🤣

My friend and I put that fire out by dumping pots of water on it. To make matters worse, my house not only belongs to my grandparents, but it's set up like a duplex. So if the whole thing went up I would've ruined several people's lives 💀💀 Thanking every star in the universe that my dad drilled "if you smell hot plastic or rubber, FIND IT" into my skull when I was a kid. That could've been a VERY different story.

As for spooky exploration- ALSO very sketchy. Made for one of the coolest nights of my life though, and I got to explore that hospital with the love of my life no less! He's always down to run around decrepit hallways with me. I've won the life lottery :))

The kidnapping story is a LONG one so I'll keep it short. I was asleep and my phone is always on silent. This did NOT help the situation. My mom got a call while she was at work from some guy saying I'd been in an accident (by NAME). They had a kid crying in the background. Then they said to meet her at a location 30 minutes from our home with 20 grand, or they'd start taking fingers. Or sell me off. So obviously she's texting and calling me, but I DONT ANSWER. BECAUSE I'M SLEEPING. Longer story short, I woke up to someone running up my stairs (HORRIFYING) and got a pistol pointed at me from the stairs while my aunt screamed "WHERE IS HE!!" LIKE WHO?? HUH?? WHAT HAPPENED DAWG WAIT-- 😭😂😂 Mom called the police about it and they said that's the 5th call they'd received that day regarding those guys.

I just wanted to SLEEP, MAN 😂 The universe enjoys throwing crazy shit at me for no reason. Honestly though, I wouldn't have it any other way. Keep things interesting in the long run!

[knoxic]

Doing a "who's most likely to" thingy but the answers are based on my DR:)

Who's most likely to-

1. Get arrested?

Hotch and Spencer. (let's be honest, they would make amazing unsubs with minds like that)

2. Act on a crush?

Rossi. (he would not hesitate. Derek claims its him but if he actually likes someone he will panic and avoid talking to them)

3. Join the army?

Hotch. (it would be like going to the gym for him yk, wouldn't feel a thing)

4. Win the lottery?

JJ. (buys them for fun and habit cuz her mom used to buy those every once in a while, except she's lucky and has won 5k as a teen and a motorcycle when she joined the BAU (she sold it))

5. Be late to an event?

Derek. (would claim its because Pen took too long to do her makeup but its actually because he does everything last minute and keeps dragging out leaving the house)

6. Lose their phone?

Garcia. (she has at least 3 phones in her bag but somehow always forgets one when we go out, once used my phone to text Derek and he thought I was confessing to him)

7. Always carry a pen?

Rossi. (has one specific pen that he wont share and it's a obligatory part of his outfit)

8. Start a fire?

Emily. (exploded our microwave heating up a coffe, Hotch made her buy a new one and she's now banished from the kitchen, only uses when one of us goes with her)

9. Go surfing?

Derek. (it's a talent, didn't know he could surf until after his 30s)

10. Cheat on a test?

Honestly everyone but Spencer... (Reid would be too scared to cheat but knows the answers anyway. I imagine if it's a work test to see if they're able to work, everyone would know which answers they're supposed to give. Hotch and Rossi have and would absolutely manipulate those exams to be able to work)

11. Cheat on a partner?

Derek. (Before Savannah, wouldn't cheat physically but got bored of his gfs really fast and would think of others while they're together. Eventually made them broke up with him so he wouldn't be the bad guy, canon)

12. Talk in their sleep?

Spencer and Emily (Spencer just rambles inaudible words but Emily is full on weird random phrases, she tries not to sleep in front of the team or else they'll tease her for it, JJ has a notebook with things Em said when they shared rooms)

13. Get a weird tattoo?

Garcia. (look me in the eye and tell me she never got a badly made tattoo before she joined the team, I dare you. Has a butterfly and some weird unidentified object/animal on her back she got while drunk, she does not remember getting it)

14. Adopt a stray dog?

Garcia and JJ. (while I think none of them would adopt any animals because of work, I do see them taking care of the stray dog to later give them to adoption yk)

15. Become bald-headed

Derek and Emily. (Derek for obvious reasons and Emily because she would totally shave her head if someone dared her)

16. Blow all their money on a impulse buy?

Garcia and Hotch. (Garcia is also a obvious one but Hotch would totally spend a tone if he saw something Jack has mentioned before, wouldn't hesitate)

17. Have a million followers on social media?

Garcia and Rossi (I would totally follow her on IG and Twitter, and Rossi because of the books, maybe he even buys followers... marketing reasons)

18. Cancel plans at the last second?

Hotch. (Already did that, has no problems cancelling plans unless it involves Jack)

19. Throw a fit during a game of monopoly?

Spencer and Derek(Already did, refuses to play again, everytime Derek makes him remember he almost cries. Derek is a sore loser)

20. Sleep anywhere anytime?

Emily. (I mentioned before that she tries to not sleep in front of the team and she really does but not always succeed, plane naps are the best for her)

21. Be the first one to die during a zombie apocalypse?

Derek. (thinks he could survive and would try to prove, would die in his 3rd zombie. I would also say Spencer but he would probably be so disgusted by the zombies that he wouldn't even go out to fight them)

22. Be the next USA president?

Hotch and Rossi. (ppl told Hotch he could but he refuses to believe, thinks politicians are dirty and thats an offence to him. Before his retirement Rossi was extremely involved with politics, after he came back and changed his mentality he thinks the same as Hotch (besties))

23. Be a stand-up comedian?

Rossi. (italian jokes, has a notebook with jokes he's heard along the way)

24. Start their own business?

Also Rossi, and Emily (Rossi would open an Italian restaurant that plays jazz all night. Emily would open a bar, totally safe for women. Free tequila shots for the ladies every now and then, calls you a uber and has ppl to accompany you if you need help, banishment rule If guys are being 🤮🤮🤮, bathrooms are safe for trans and nb ppl)

25. Be my best friend forever?

Emily. (the absolutely greatest friend you could have. made her my kids godmother)

26. Become a professional gambler?

Spencer. (do I need to explain?)

27. Have more than 10 piercings?

Garcia and Emily (both have had their ears full pierced but took it all off when they started working, Pen still used some of them when we go out)

28. Leave everything and move to another country?

Hotch. (already did... would be angry at himself if it had to happened after he joined the team)

29. Lock themselves out of the house?

Garcia. (most of the times she's too drunk to even remember where her house is, the few times she remembered she also lost her key during the front yard walk to her door, called morgan and he found her asleep on the floor)

30. Become a nun?

JJ. (grew up in a extremely religious family, wanted to be one before her sister died.)

found the questions on pinterest, just search "most likely to questions"

[zaeliaeve]

ꜰʟᴏʀᴇꜱ [ꜱᴇʀɢɪᴏ ʀᴀᴍᴏꜱ] Chapter 1

DISCLAIMER: this is purely fiction and there are things that will be inaccurate to real life. This is all for fun! I do not speak Spanish so please excuse any mistranslations, I literally just used Google translate haha. Thanks for reading!

2009

There are two things in this world that everyone can agree to hate mutually. The first being twenty three year old Sergio Ramos; the long haired defense player with a loud mouth and short temper seems to rile everyones feathers. Perhaps one of the worst things about him is his immense talent, meaning everyone will just have to put up with him because he knows with his skill, he is not going anywhere.

The second thing this world hates is nepotism, and who wouldn't? Nobody likes the lazy bosses son walking around the office being the nuisance that you can't say anything to just because he hit the family lottery. Nepotism is a direct reminder that life is unfair and favors some more than others.

Catalina Flores didn't feel life favored her most of the time. There was never anything special about her, no dazzling beauty that would get her anything she wanted; nor spectucular social skills that would let her build the friendships she always wanted. All she had ever been seen as was invisible. Catalina's life had been a lonely one and that was no secret to anyone around her.  

Perhaps that's why her father's sister, Maria took pity on her and offered her a job with the team her husband coaches. A photographer for Real Madrid. 

There was a couple of things that made Catalina hesitant to accept the kind gesture.

Number one, too big of a stage at only twenty years old. Photography is something Catalina has and always taken seriously, but to go from doing what she has been compared to one of the biggest football teams in the world is a lot of pressure, rightfully so. Maria assured her that there would be other photographers there and that all the weight didn't land on her shoulders souly. 

Number two, was Catalina even good enough? There is many photos she's proud of, but like anyone around her age she makes mistakes. When she was sixteen she shot her brothers birthday party completely out of focus and the ones there were in focus were totally unflattering. That's something that always creeps back into her brain as she's trying to fall asleep at night. So embarrassing. Her aunt shushes those thoughts as she reminders Catalina of the photography contests she has won in recent years. 

Truthfully, she felt a bit guilty taking the offer but to say no is something she feared would regret. Although football is not something she had ever necessarily cared about, it was a huge opportunity. It's not something she felt truly unqualified for. Why not just see how it goes?

On Catalina's first day it was luckily a bit easier. They were only training, and truthfully only needed shots for their new star player, Cristiano Ronaldo. who brought a lot of good press for the team.

Dark purple circles lay under Catalina's eyes as proof of the sleepless night she had prior, tossing and turning with anxiety of the day to come. The black camera bag strapped around her body felt heavier than usual, blocking the badge her uncle gave as permession to be there. 

The training grounds felt massive and unfamiliar, she couldn't imagine what it felt like to be inside the actual stadium. There was a sweet older lady who showed Catalina the way outside where the players had yet to assemble onto the pitch.

That is when Catalina took the time to prepare her camera, adjusting it to the settings she deemed best as not to repeat her brothers birthday incident all those years ago. One by one each player shuffled out onto the field in their training clothes, all smiles as the sun beamed against their skin.

It was only then Catalina realized how unprepared she was.  I really should have googled their names before this. She made a mental note to study their faces and names tonight. The only one she could point out was Cristiano, who she knew was a big deal for the club. 

Anytime she could catch the Portuguese star flashing his bright teeth or with the lighting just right she made sure to snap an extra picture. There seemed to be one player being rougher than the rest, slapping the back of his teammates heads, or outright tackling them to the floor with a wide smile plastered on his face. 

"Get off of me Sergio! What have you been eating, gordito?" One with large curly hair laughed, slapping at the long haired one's sides.

Sergio. Sergio. Sergio  Catalina repeatedhis name over and over in her head as to not forget it as she captured the duos tussle back and forth on the grass.

It ended with another one coming in plopping on the both of them, causing both of the players to groan in pain. That's when the coach came in and told them finish the task at hand, and they followed orders accordingly but Catalina didn't miss Sergio getting one last smack on the back of the brunettes neck.

Apparently, Cristiano didn't miss it either as he busted out laughing before quickly putting a hand over his mouth to restrain himself.

 Click click click

The team seemed to know when to calm down as for the rest of practice they took their jobs seriously without it being a drag. Of course they still had fun, but not too distractingly.  

One with a buzzcut stopped to smile and wave at her very briefly in the middle of running up and down the field. Catalina's lips upturned as she waved at him back with her free hand, the other gripping the large camera for dear life. 

Click click click

Catalina felt she got pretty good shots of them all, a small weight lifted off of her shoulders. Maybe it wasn't as big of a disaster as she thought. 

The sun was setting so she knew it was almost time to go. The last thing they were doing was shooting balls across to each other in random pairs. As Catalina went to adjust her settings to accommodate the now deep orange sun, there was suddenly loud shouting all at once "cuidado!"

Before she could even process what they were saying, a large round object bounced off of her forehead; the force of it sending her backwards onto the soft grass. Instinctively she held her arm up to make sure her camera didn't fall as hard as she did. 

Many players rushed to the side where Catalina layed on the ground, looking up at the white clouds above. "Are you okay? I'm so sorry! " Number 3 gasped as he leaned over her, blocking her view of the sky. 

Soon, each cloud got blocked by a member of the team's head, faces filled with worry as they looked down to the girl below them. All she could feel was the throbbing of her eye and scalp. "Pepe hijo de puta!" The buzzcut one exclaimed as he hit number 3's shoulder from beside him.

In the dead center of Catalina's vision she seen Sergio with the faintest smirk on his face. It felt like for a split second, time froze and all she could feel was this man laughing at her. Suddenly reality came crashing back to Catalina and she sat up abruptly, almost headbutting Sergio in the process. "I'm fine, it's no worries. You have really great aim, this is good for the team right?" Catalina tried to laugh it off, although her tone was unconvincing.

The curly haired one ruffled her dark locks in a way that commended her for being a good sport. Catalina could feel her face was heating up from not only the pain, but the huge feeling of  embarrassment creeping into her chest. Slowly they backed off, but Pepe stayed and apologized profusely. 

Catalina waved it off with a smile and assured him that she truly was okay. In the background she could hear number 11 running to get something that she would quickly find out is an ice pack.

As she pressed the cool fabric to her eye all she could think about was Sergio's face staring back down at her.

[mysticbewitched]

Hello, I have been trying to manifest a lottery win for several years due to my complicated financial situation ( I am chronically ill and unable to work and live with my emotionally abusive family whom I want to escape) I have tried tons of different methods over the years and played the lottery more times than I can count, and many of those times I thought I had it in the bag. I genuinely believed I was going to win. Until the moment came when I had to look at the numbers and see if they did in fact match. And, they never did. and every time my mind would go "See. You did it wrong again. You let your negative thoughts win, in those last few seconds before you looked at the numbers, your negative thoughts collapsed the waves of possibility into a reality where you lost. You were so afraid that they wouldn't match (while telling yourself they would) that you screwed it up and they didn't."

I know that I have very little confidence in myself. I have always had the mentality (that I can't seem to fix no matter how hard I try) that I am always doing things incorrectly. Even if it's something that you can't really do wrong I still feel that way. And I know this about myself. I know that I have this stupid mentality of "I believe manifestation is real 200%. Hell I even study quantum physics for fun. And of course I believe it can and does work for anyone! But me. because I lack faith in myself." No matter how hard I try to believe in myself and my own ability, let alone my ability to manifest, that feeling always creeps into my mind and sabatoges any progress I manage to make. I have always had this problem for as long as I can remember, as an example even if I follow a recipie perfectly step by step I still manage to screw it up because that voice in the back of my head has me convinced that I am doing something wrong.

But last week I felt like I had a breakthrough due to saturating my mind with lots of new concepts about ignoring the 3D and having it in the 4D. I was so confident I looked up the location of the lottery claims office and felt that I would be going there within the week. I genuinely felt like I KNEW I was going to win. SO much so that I told someone (in secret) I had won the lottery a day before the drawing. and it actually made me feel EVEN MORE confident that it was true. I felt like because I already had it in my mind my 3D had no choice to conform. No matter what. I was so confident that I had won I didn't even bother looking at the numbers. I knew they matched.

And then yesterday when we drove past the gas station I accidentally saw that the jackpot had gone up from the amount it was when I played last week, which means nobody won the jackpot. And it completely screwed me. I still haven't looked at my ticket and compared the numbers because I know when I look at the numbers it collapses all of the waves of possibility into one reality and makes it solid. And I'm terrified it will just be the same outcome as it has been hundreds of times. They won't match. And I'm terrified that it will obliterate ANY confidence or progress I have made AGAIN with that same voice going "SEE. You thought you had it again you idiot. You thought you had it all figured out. But this is proof you never will no matter how hard you try to convince yourself of your ability. YOU just can't do it."

I have been trying for years. I have read so many books, watched so many videos, taken courses, but it all still boils down to the fact that I don't believe in myself. And even when I try to affirm that I DO believe in myself I don't believe it.

I have been afraid to admit it to myself, but as I am sitting here writing this I realize I feel like I failed again. I even tried persisting in the assumption, saying the 3D didn't matter and I still had it regardless of what I saw but I don't know if that's even the right thing to do at this point because some part of me has already accepted I failed again. I have never asked for help before because I have never had anyone TO ask, but since I just recently got into Tumblr L.O.A. stuff I am giving it a try. I realize this is a lot of information and I don't expect you to have all the answers. But I thought I would give it a try. Thank you in advance for your time.

Hello, beautiful.

You came to the right person and I want to say that I know exactly how you're feeling.

You are most definitely right about the fact that you are seriously struggling on your manifestation journey because you lack faith in yourself and your own abilities to manifest which is incredibly crucial in all of this.

Without a foundation of confidence in yourself and your own manifesting power, you end up feeling trapped in a vicious cycle of struggle and frustration.

Conscious manifestation is entirely about the state of your mindset: having faith in yourself and your own abilities as a manifestor and the ultimate master of your reality.

You are in complete and absolute control of your entire reality and all you need is faith in yourself.

It's very important for you to be completely honest with yourself and admit to yourself what the underlying problem is in order for you to fix the issue at the source which is your *mindset*.

Change your mindset and you will change everything for you.

You can manifest absolutely anything you desire and in order for you to easily achieve success with conscious manifestation is by transforming your mindset, so you can finally accept your own power.

I truly believe this post right here will absolutely help you and give you the answers you're searching for.

You are so incredibly powerful, and you were born to reign as the operant power of your own reality.

You only need to step into your power and realize this truth.

All it takes is a simple change in your perception.

I wish you the very best and even though you're struggling with having faith in yourself, I want you to know that I have faith in you.

Step into your very own power and simply transform yourself into the confident manifestor you are meant to be.

[ellyellipsis]

I overthink things - I'm pretty used to that. I've never really been scared that I'm not special or unique. My thinking has always been that if you were some perfect beacon of absolute independence and brilliance, you wouldn't necessarily have a decent blueprint or guide to the right choices. Same shit that makes rich people so detached from real world problems, same stuff that makes celebrities do stupid shit that a regular person would be tossed in prison for.

The truth is, and people really don't like hearing this I've noticed-... I'm perfectly fine being average. I'm okay with being good enough. At the end of the day, I've found peace in the fact that there's billions of people out there that are all variants. Some are smarter! Most are prettier! Some won the metaphorical lottery and they've got it all! That's absolutely swell. I don't need people to pretend I'm one of a kind because I'm simply not.

What scares me is that growing up as an ADHD kid, I've had every bit of aspiration beaten out of me. Sometimes by those close, sometimes by my condition. I thought too big, too large, too fast, and if I didn't already give up out of tearful frustration then nothing ever really made the effort worth it - not when I burned my whole candle just getting by. Nothing ever really made the pain of facing my condition or reality feel at all... worth it. The desire for simplicity, and peace, overshadowed all. A day with a quiet mind is all I ask.

As I've said, I've made peace with that- I'm fundamentally okay just doing my best and trying my hardest, even if I fall sometimes. But the truth is, in the great seven billion person equation, people often don't give a fuck about that.

I get it. I don't talk about how hard it is sometimes- if ever, really, and maybe I should. Maybe I should stop pretending that fighting uphill for the brilliant milestone that is "just good enough" doesn't take all I have. Maybe I should let more people in and say hey, this actually drained the well dry, but I'm proud of it and I hope you see that.

I wake up every day in a body I despise, and I never make it better due to a brain poised against me. I'm more privileged than most, but I'm also a hostage to myself and the things I can't change.

But I will still be here regardless. Because you might read that as a surrender. It's not; it's the inspiration that keeps me trying.

I will simply do my best.

My best will always be enough.

[miniimapp]

4*TOWN As Foods

Gen ;; Crack - Headcanons

Warnings ;; this shit is bizarre

Proofread + Edited ;; no bc let's just add to the shitshow

Auth. Note ;; WELCOME TO DAY 11 OF THE 4*TOWN CHRISTMAS COUNTDOWN !!

Listen,, I know some of these last couple days have been.. chaotic at best but I promise I'm just saving the good stuff for later on and really I'm just struggling bc the good stuff always takes way longer to write than I first anticipate lmao

Anyways,, enjoy !! <3

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Aaron T - Party Rings

You know those really fun biscuits that everyone always has at every party

Like,, the ideal party finger food fr

ESPECIALLY WHEN THE HOLE IN THE MIDDLE IS COVERED BY THE ICING

Oml I always feel like I've won the lottery when that happens lmao

Literally never seen someone turn down a party ring before tbh

The biscuit of choice for any kid with sense

Literally so fun and they make me so nostlagic

But yeah,, sweet, fun food for a sweet, fun guy :DD

Jesse - Prawn Cocktail

Hear me out 4*townies,, hear me tf out

It's hard to explain but I swear he just has the same vibes as prawn cocktail,, okay ??

Idk like,, kinda zingy with the sauce (I sound fucking stupid rn it shhh) but like,, and can feel a little fancy at time right ??

BUT I ain't never seen prawn cocktail without bread and butter with it

Bread and butter is a classic staple,, simple yet delicious and never bad

That's kinda how Jesse is to me,, he's got his different sides,, to the public he's flashy and flirty, puke the cocktail

But to those he knows he's a basic bitch

Jk jk, he's familiar and simple

Aaron Z - Ham and Cheese Toastie

Listen,,

Warm. Comforting. And literally my favourite food

LITERALLY WHAT IS NOT TO LIKE ABOUT A HAM AND CHEESE TOASTIE

I'm craving one so bad rn writing this ffs hhhhhhh

And he's not one out of a toastie maker !!

No, a hand-made, lovingly crafted ham and cheese toastie that always makes you feel better

I would literally die for a toastie

And I would die for Z so yknow

DID I MENTION WARM AND COMFORTING ??

This is the only choice, agree or prepare to die

Robaire - A Cheese Board

Cheese boards give the impression of sophistication to me and so does Robaire

But equally there are lots of different sides to Robaire as there are different cheese on a cheese board

Dude,, they just feel expensive to look at but also really simple and comforting yknow ??

Like,, I could pay hundreds for one at a fancy restaurant but also make one at home for really cheap

Some of these don't have much of a reason and more of just a gut feeling and this is what this one is tbh

Plus,, I could say some basic shit like a croissant or escargot but then I wouldn't be speaking the truth

Ro simply isn't either of those,, he's a cheese board

Though, tbf ik if they are but cheese boards do feel French so there's also that

Tae Young - Frubes

Idk if this is a purely a thing in my country but these things are a fucking nightmare to open

It's basically russian roulette tbh

There is such anxiety,, they could go everywhere, just not open without a fucking chainsaw or be completely fine,, depends on the day

They feel like they're playing a prank on you tbh

Like they have a life of their own

It's giving Tae vibes,, I have to honest

They are really good tho,, especially after the near heart attack trying to open them and they open just fine

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Hope you enjoyed !! <3

[sumi-sprite]

Ohoho YES!! Let's go!!

This was brought up to me by @wisp-of-chaos so this is 100% her fault, and I would love to see mutuals get in on it!

Under the cut! I picked my OC Mar'reen for the ask game!

Do they sleep with a stuffed animal? If they have multiple, who’s the favorite?

Mar'reen had an extensive plushy collection when she was younger, but passed most of them on to her kids. She much prefers cuddling her kids or hubby, but may opt for a body pillow (she sometimes gets horrible back and hip pains from her job as a doctor, off)

Can they take care of a plant? What about a pet? What about a child?

Mar is OBSESSED with her plants AND her kids. She didn't own many pets due to the demands of her work, but she has had 7 kids and taken care of all of them wonderfully! She loves her garden and keeps it thriving year round!

Ask them to describe their love interest.

"Oh, how do I describe him? A true gentleman, compassionate and patient. He is such a romantic! But he also knows how to please a lady~ Ira is gentle and protective, and I could not ask for a better husband." - Mar'reen talking about Ira

Do they look good in red?

I think so, but it wouldn't be Mar's first choice. She says it clashes a bit with her purple-mauve skin, she much prefers more "burnt" colors like ochre, and other sunset tones.

Speech! Speech! Speech! Speech! Will they give one, and what about?

She's not really one for big words, she prefers big actions! But she has given speeches before, though they have been for medical conferences and events. Sorry!

Who will they take advice from, no matter what it is? Who won’t they take advice from, no matter what it is?

Her husband, her kids, Tilly and Tazzak (OCs of @wisp-of-chaos), and MANY others. She will never take advice from Qirilissk (also an OC of Wisp's) or her "bullheaded" brother.

Describe them in three words. Now let them describe themself in three words.

Maternal, patient, warm

"Hmm...Patient, certainly. I have to be. Good cook? Or is that two words? And I like to think I'm honest."

Do complex puzzles intrigue or frustrate them?

Mar'reen deals with a lot of mental stimuli with her job, as well as "puzzles" in terms of diagnosis and odd ailments. She can certainly solve complex puzzles, but she prefers unwinding and letting her brain rest outside of work!

Do they empathize with non-sentient things (dolls, plants, books…)?

100%, she will get fussy over her plants if they start to look wilty or sick. She's also learned inanimate empathy through her kids when they would get upset over a broken or "hurt" toy and she would make a show of "healing" it.

What age do they most want to be right now?

"Oh, goodness... I most certainly wouldn't mind going back to my youthful uni days for a visit! So long as I don't need to take all the medical exams again, of course. But then again, I'm very happy where I am now. It's hard to say if I'd want to go back to a younger age or not."

They’ve won the lottery. Spend, or save?

Save for her grandkids or an emergency! Mar's pretty well off, she isn't at all hurting for money and would rather make sure her kids have a safety net after she passes. She might donate some of it, or put a bit into the hospital she works out to make some upgrades or repairs!

Do they like romance in the books they read (or in the book they’re in)?

Mar has an absolutely guilt pleasure for romance novels of all sorts, and is a heavy shipper of various fictional characters of all genres!

Name one thing their parents taught them.

"Be kind, be stubborn, and be stubbornly kind."

Would they agree with the term ‘guilty pleasure’? Do they have any?

Absolutely! So long as it's not hurting the person or those around them, a guilty pleasure is rarely a bad thing. She has a few herself, including romance novels (as stated above), sweets, certain drinks, and when she was single, clubbing on occasion.

What would they consider a waste of time– other than school or work?

Hmm...probably forcing yourself to do something for the sake of pleasing others. And she wouldn't see it so much as a waste of time, but a waste of energy and exercising one's freedom to live their own life. She also considers bigotry or being mad at something completely harmless as a waste of time AND energy.

If money wasn’t a limit, what would they wear?

lol Mar's very well off, and she has an EXTENSIVE wardrobe. She loves getting dressed up on her days off and going out if she has no other obligations. She doesn't have any one style preference, she seems to swing between comfy homebody, daring and revealing, and chic professional.

Do they like children?

Mar'reen has seven children to her name, and she loves every single one of them and every one she meets. She is a sucker for babies of all sorts, and will happily adopt any troubled, lost, hurt, or needy person she sees.

Kissing: tongue or no tongue?

She doesn't have a tongue lol So...no tongue I guess? Tentacles, however...

Do they study before tests? Practice before job interviews?

Absolutely. Though she's out of school now, she has to keep up with medical practices and updated information, so LOTS of studying.

What do they like that nobody else does?

Kimchi. Mind you there's plenty who like it, but Mar'reen LOVES kimchi - and spicy food in general. She also almost always gets massive cravings for pickled vegetables when she's been pregnant.

What would it take for them to break up with someone? What would be the last straw?

Mar'reen has had few bad breakups, most of them were when she was young and they weren't serious. But absolutely neglect or dislike of her children, disrespect towards service workers, and disrespect towards her. She demands and equal in a relationship, and a compassionate and open minded partner.

Do they like being called pet names? Do they call other people pet names? What’s their go-to?

Mar'reen loves petnames! She uses quite a few herself for friends, family, and even her plants and patients. Her usual go tos are "Darling", "Sweetling", "dear", and personalized petnames for specific people!

Stability or novelty?

A bit of both, depending on what these entail lol

Honesty or charity?

Again, both, depending on context!

Safety or possibility?

Safety if it's in regards to her family, and ESPECIALLY regarding patients. She can't afford to a "maybe" in ether cases.

Talent or effort?

Talent is something Mar can always appreciate, but she will always support genuine effort over talent.

Forgiveness or vengeance (or…)?

It would depend on who she is forgiving/getting back at. Mar can be VERY petty when she wants to be, though it is incredibly rare.

Would they date a fixer-upper?

It would depend, but she does not believe in "fixing" anyone. She believes partnership can absolutely improve and bring out the best in others, but it has to be a two-way street. She's got enough to deal with, but wouldn't outright reject the idea if the person seemed compatible to her.

What recurring dreams do they have?

During her widowhood, Mar had lots of dreams of Ira. Not nightmares, usually just soft, happy dreams of seeing and talking to him.

What would they do if they knew it would be forgiven?

I guess it depend son what she's being forgiven for? What did she do?? Mar, I swear to gods-!

oc asks that reveal more than you think

Do they sleep with a stuffed animal? If they have multiple, who’s the favorite?

Can they take care of a plant? What about a pet? What about a child?

Ask them to describe their love interest.

Do they look good in red?

Speech! Speech! Speech! Speech! Will they give one, and what about?

Who will they take advice from, no matter what it is? Who won’t they take advice from, no matter what it is?

Describe them in three words. Now let them describe themself in three words.

Do complex puzzles intrigue or frustrate them?

Do they empathize with non-sentient things (dolls, plants, books…)?

What age do they most want to be right now?

They’ve won the lottery. Spend, or save?

Do they like romance in the books they read (or in the book they’re in)?

Name one thing their parents taught them.

Would they agree with the term ‘guilty pleasure’? Do they have any?

What would they consider a waste of time– other than school or work?

If money wasn’t a limit, what would they wear?

Do they like children?

Kissing: tongue or no tongue?

Do they study before tests? Practice before job interviews?

What do they like that nobody else does?

What would it take for them to break up with someone? What would be the last straw?

Do they like being called pet names? Do they call other people pet names? What’s their go-to?

Stability or novelty?

Honesty or charity?

Safety or possibility?

Talent or effort?

Forgiveness or vengeance (or…)?

Would they date a fixer-upper?

What recurring dreams do they have?

What would they do if they knew it would be forgiven?

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[daddymus-mamatron]

For the very long list of personal asks:

30: Stick your right arm out; what do you touch first? Do the same with your left arm.

54: What’s the last thing you purchased?

63: What is your secret weapon to get someone to like you?

79: What is the single best decision you have made in your life so far?

93: You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be?

30: Stick your right arm out; what do you touch first? Do the same with your left arm.

Right; water bottle Left; cellphone

54: What’s the last thing you purchased?

A lottery ticket. I've been saying over and over in the past month that if I won the lottery bla bla bla but I never buy a ticket?? So I YOLO'ed after coming out of 3DTFi Monday and got a lottery ticket.

63: What is your secret weapon to get someone to like you?

I'm just nice!?!?! I'm an overall nice, if not overbearing, person so I usually get along well with peeps. I'm also a little bit entertainer and I love to meet people but my secret weapon is: PUNS!!! Making people laugh is something I've always enjoyed!!

93: You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be?

Mhhhhh..... When I was a baby, my uncle was babysitting me and he turned around, thinking I was too small too move. Turns out crazy me saw an opportunity to flee and I fell of the changing station. It fucked my necks and I've been suffering with debilitating migraines from as far as I can remember. I pick that. Stopping one instance of abuse wouldn't move the needle, that would.

Thanks for the questions, those are brutal and fun to answer!!

[despair-to-future-arcs]

Oh Akane, there is a little thing we wanted to ask you concerning Utsuro, thanks to all this talk about the Divine Luck:

Considering how you were the closest to Utsuro, and the most trusted of his "children", did he told you anything about his past, or his family?

Of course, I understand you all want to know about my master; I just wanted to explain to Mistress Nanami here about Divine Luck, how it works and even it's limitations.

Yeah, I'll be sure to write them down so I can remember and not forget from my hangover.

Now that I have a better understanding of it, maybe you can tell me about master Utsuro and his life?

I mean, given this is the guy that gave me life and everything, I feel like I should know about him...

Right... I suppose you would want to know about his life and from what he say to me, it's... a sad one at that, but maybe you can at least understand why I was the only one able to find him...

AKANE: Once upon a time, there was a young boy by the name of Tetsuhiko Yamamoto that was born with a gift, a gift of Divine Luck that he can pass onto others - his blessings as they were call.

AKANE: At the time of his birth, the Kurashiki central hospital was blessed on February 23rd, 1992 - children were born successfully with no health issues, people were being cured, cancer was cured but this was especially the case for Tetsuhiko's parents - there names were Yoshihiko and Kiyono Yamamoto, after he was born, his father won the lottery when they thought they were going to be homeless and his mother suffer no health issues, in fact many thought she was going to die from child birth.

AKANE: At first, Tetsuhiko's parents did love him, they were completely bless with luck and care for him and care for their child very deeply but... it wouldn't last forever...

AKANE: Overtime, Tetsuhiko's parents became corrupted and greedy as time went on, realizing their child was able to bless them with this luck that means they were able to get more money and only started to care for themselves, they even move out of their old home in Kurashiki City in the Okayama Prefecture to Hiroo, Shibuya in Tokyo, Japan. They started to become more scared when they realize that others were being blessed when they introduce their child to others... they were scared of losing that luck...

AKANE: So to make sure that Tetsuhiko's luck stay with them, they made sure he had no social interactions with anyone, put locks on his doors - did everything they could to make sure that Tetsuhiko could never grant luck onto others but as he grew older, he started to control his granting abilities and he realize at the age of 8...

AKANE: He use his Divine Luck to escape from his parents, to get away and run; he despise those that use his gift to for selfish reasons like his own parent so he made sure that his parents would never find him, he call himself 'Utsuro' and use his Divine Luck so his parents could never find him, even changing his own appearance as well to make sure of that.

AKANE: After Utsuro ran away, he started to use his Divine Luck to help children less fortunate then himself; ranging from orphans, children that were sick and the various like but then he realize... they were selfish as well, they use his gift for selfish reasons - even burning down a whole orphanage to have him back, that was when he decided he would not grant anyone else with Divine Luck ever again...

AKANE: Then suddenly, i was able to find the boy that save me a long time ago, I was nothing but grateful to him and owe him my life however...

AKANE: Utsuro had no faith in humanity when I met him, saw them all as selfish beings that only care for themselves with a very select few; he grew wary of those he granted his gift to others and thus would never grant anyone with that power again.