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fleshthatfalls · 5 months ago

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𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖙𝖙𝖞 𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖙𝖑𝖊 𝖑𝖎𝖆𝖗 -- 𝖈𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖔𝖑𝖆𝖓𝖚𝖘 𝖘𝖓𝖔𝖜 𝖝 𝖔𝖈, 𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖙 1

♡ - hi hi hi everyone ! it's of great excitement to announce that i've finally completed my first coryo x victor! oc fic. after several months in the making (it's long af, i sowwy) this is my final product ! i haven't written much in well over several years, so please bear with me, lol. henceforth, i do intend on making this a series starring snow and his little bitchy girl with fics centered around a variety of stages and happenings within the relationship. since tumblr felt the need to implement shitty character limits, the smut will be in a part 2 that i'll be posting shortly. i additionally have a prologue prepared and will be fleshing out a masterlist in due time, so if you find yourself vibing with our questionable couple, i'd be more than happy to add you to a future taglist ! to conclude, i do hope you all come to enjoy my writing (and smut, as what coriolanus snow fic would be complete without it) and i'm immensely grateful for any and all likes and reblogs !

♡ - warnings ; set eight months after lola's victory in the 12th hunger games, loads of glee scene refrences, lola is essentially just santana but bi and more fucked up, mentions of drugs

Cool, stagnant air encompassed the ostentatious, albeit agreeable setting of the sitting room, belonging to none other than Coriolanus Snow, newly appointed President of Panem. Flickers from the vivid glow of the fireplace illuminated the warm tan of Lola's face, as she perched on the upholstery of a posh settee occupying the space. "I'm telling you, Tigris, that Lysandre character is a fucking psycho." Lysandre. Tigris's fresh-faced, undergrown cretin of a boyfriend. The young victor shifted, her intense brown, borderline black irises fastening on Tigris Snow- Dolores's former stylist and cherished companion. The woman's benevolence was never lost on Lola, and where the majority of Coriolanus's personnel failed to apprehend was the absence of insults noted in his wife's exchanges with the eldest Snow. An Achilles heel accounted for such inability, the prospect of throwing even the most minimal of shade to Tigris chilled the blood in Lola's veins.

"Here we go again." Tigris's voice drifted airily, forsaking the topic in favor of reviewing some pretentious, page-length fashion article of Capitol Couture.

"Listen. When I first met him, totally thought he was weird. He smelled all talcomy like an old doll and then he said I wasn't a 'real' Capitolite until I had my first makeover and I was like, what does that even mean, who are you?" Onyx stilettos clinked sharply against the floor tiling as the victor stood, eyes rolling reflexively and narrowing into a glare. "Who, Lysandre? He's a sweetheart." The statuesque blonde refuted with what almost sounded to be a rehearsed aplomb. "That's what I told myself. I said so what if he's completely hairless and made out of plastic, i'm going to look past the fact that he probably has a disgusting pornstar landing strip. I'm going to give him a chance, but then I found this- twelve thousand Panem dollars in cash." A wallet engraved with incriminating initials was tugged from Lola's bra, it's exterior tinged a dubious crimson. Stillness recircled the room, palpable tension virtually emanating off of Tigris below her.

"And when did you find that?" By now, the blonde's magazine was promptly flung aside. "When I was rooting through all of the pockets and drawers in this mansion." Came Mrs. Snow's clipped response, all too eerily indistinguishable from her own husband's. "Wait..what- Lola, you went through all of our stuff?" Golden-hued pupils locked with Dolores's. "Yeah, that's a thing I do." Yet another offhand explanation she supplied. "It's completely unacceptable!" Snapped an exasperated Tigris, the blonde's demeanor descending into one of what Lola would categorize as atypical.

In a flash of movement, Tigris sprung from her seat, impelling the victor to retract backwards. "Okay. I like how you always pretend to be so accepting about everything, but when your friend who lives here, mind you, goes through all of your stuff, you're offended?" but Tigris advanced with a look of dismay, arms folded stiffly across her front. "Just because he keeps money on him doesn't make him a psycho!"

"That's what I thought, right? Who cares if he's terrified of flames, because if I were made of plastic I'd be scared of alot of things too. Open flames, barbeques, but then I found this." A device bearing a resemblance to recorders commonly programmed into the Jabberjays of the Capitol's War department. "What, a remote?" Questioned Tigris, reluctantly allowing herself to examine said appliance that dangled between Lola's fingers, the sheen of polished violet tips catching the gleam of dusk filtering along the windowpane.

"This is a pager, my friend. And there's only one type of person in this world that carries both cash and a pager- Lysandre is a morphling dealer." She finished, inwardly soaking up the hubris that bounced around in her mind.

"He's not a morphling dealer, please, okay? It's snowing outside, so he's likely stranded somewhere. Do you want me to call him?" Okay, I'll prove it to you." No answer was given in the seconds Tigris took to make her way to Coryo's desk, clenched hands hastily removing a telephone from it's designation on the hardwood. Fingertips flew across the dialpad, grasping the reciever to her ear. The opposing line crackled to life. "Hey Tigris, what's going on?" With a pointed glance given to Dolores, the stylist relaxed her grip. "Hey, sweetheart. Where are you?" A playing card was plucked from a deck strewn amid the desk's surface as Lola maneuvered to it's edge, using the card to mimic a chopping motion. "Uh, all of the trains are closed so I'm stuck at my friend's house for the time being." The brisk reply that left the recieving line only prompted the victor to slant over, with one fingertip to the side of her nose, 'snorting' a line of morphling- glossed lips curving into a wild grin.

"You remember Festus, right?" Lola could easily see the endeavored glower darting behind her friend's eyes. "Well I miss you." Said playing card fell to the floor, and as Tigris crouched downward to retrieve it, Lola's petty mockery concluded with a blown, widening of her pupils. "Hey listen. I've gotta go, but I will be back as soon as I can." The abrupt level of silence as the line clicked off had Dolores eyerolling to the skies. "See? There you go!" All too plainly an recited answer, duh ! No exchanges continued as the still ambience encirled the white room once again, unprompted.

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foolishlovebugbaby · 5 years ago

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he loves me, he loves me not. | part 1

hanahaki-disease!au / highschool!au

Summary: it’s hard watching your bestfriend hack up brilliant yellow tulip petals as a result of being the apple of someone’s eye. it’s even harder, however, to fess up and admit that you’re the cause of his respiratory ailments.

Genre: fluff, slow-burn.

Word count: 3.8k

The Hanahaki Disease is an illness born from unrequited love, where the patient’s throat will fill up with flower and will then proceed to cough up the petals. One of the only ways for the disease to ‘disappear’ is if the said person returns the feelings.

AU where the person you love is the one coughing up your favorite flowers.

There are many defining moments in a person’s lifetime.

Some have the day they turned double-digits as one. Many have the death of a loved one alter them for life. Others choose their most spectacular adventure as the moment of their transformative ascend.

Yours, however, came in the form of a freckle-speckled brunette and bright green scissors.

“T-teachew! Teachew! Fe-Fewix cut my haiw!” you wailed, your tears spouting from eyes that were too big for your face. 4-year-old you was in complete and utter shambles- what once was your pride and joy (long hair that you had been growing out since you were 2- albeit it only reached your shoulder blades, it was a lot for your wanna-be Rapunzel dreams) was now a sad excuse for a very asymmetrical bob cut. And it was all because of that grinning, moon-crescent-eyed boy with a hefty handful of your snipped hair clutched in his left hand and a bright pair of apple-green scissors in the other.

“You shouwd thank me! Youw haiw is awways annoying you! You keep fwipping it off youw shouwders.” He retorted, brows coming together and huffing as he crossed his little arms over his chest. Poor Felix really did have good intentions- he really wanted to help you out of your predicament; he’d always seen you brush your thick hair away from your face and decided that enough was enough. He wanted to be the prince in shining armour that freed you from your cage- or, in this case, your hair. And anyways, he’d always wondered what it would be like to cut hair.

You shrieked louder.

“Now I can’t be Wapunzew and it’s aw youw fauwt!” unending tears flowed as you flailed your short arms around helplessly, throwing a tantrum at the nursery. The teachers did their best to shush you and coax you into calming down, but you wouldn’t have it. Felix was public enemy number 1, and you were merciless.

Well, merciless for a 4-year-old.

“He shouwd be in time outsies!” you declared, pointing an accusatory and humorously chubby finger at the boy. He gaped.

“No! I won’t get to pway wif my fwiends!” He argued, his big brown eyes widening at the teacher as they pleaded his case. Luckily for you, she wasn’t one to crumble at cute puppy-dog eyes and pouts that could send authoritarians in a heart-fluttering outburst.

“Lee Felix, in the naughty chair right now!” she pointed sternly at the naughty corner that held the most dreaded seats in class. Granted, they were just step-stools spray painted black with the words “Time Out ☹️” written in bold white letters surrounded by an infant safety cage to keep you locked in- but in your world of rainbows and blissful ignorance, that corner was the world’s worst prison cell and Felix was about to enter a world full of hurt.

His eyes brimmed with tears as he slumped dejectedly and dragged his feet towards the naughty corner. You laughed menacingly.

“Losew! Muahaha, that’s what big-bums wike you get!” you watched too many cartoons with evil geniuses, and that definitely showed in the way you smiled wickedly and rubbed your hands together like you were gargamel and Felix was the first smurf you caught. You stuck your tongue out at him and made an L shape with your fingers that you planted firmly on your forehead.

Boy, were you one mean 4 year old tyrant.

“Y/N! What did I say about foul language and teasing?” The teacher had her hands on her hips and a disappointed glare written all over her face as she stared down at you. Foul language was an... interesting concept in nursery.

You stared up at her towering figure and shrinked back. “Off to the naughty corner for you.” She sternly held onto your chubby wrist and dragged you to the prison. Your small, growing mind could not comprehend why you were the one being punished when you were the victim of this ruthless attack.

“B-b-but-!”

“No but’s!” Felix snickered immaturely at that. “I want you both to reflect on what happened today and make up, got it? No playing or moving until I get back!” The teacher scolded and they nodded submissively, eyes glued to the floor with arms crossed on their chest as she sauntered out of the room.

You glanced at Felix out of the corner of your eye and huffed. The bitterness was eating at you, so you scooted as far away as you possibly could in the small confines and let out a very angry hmph. You fiddled with your hair- or, what was left of it, and began feeling an overwhelming sense of misery. My poor poor hair...

Your sniffles broke the rather tense and awkward silence between you both. You cried softly to yourself, and little Felix could feel the guilt swallow him whole. His little heart softened at the sight of you.

“H-hey, d-don’t cwy,” he cautiously scooted his stool closer to you and placed an arm around you. “I-I’m weawwy s-sowwy.” His full lips pouted when you only looked away.

“I-I just wanted to hewp you,” His doe eyes glassed over with tears of guilt as his arm retreated from your shoulders and onto his lap where he fiddled with his thumbs.

You hated to admit it, but your fickle heart didn’t like being so harsh on the pouty boy next to you. But he took it too far, so you stood your ground even if you did want to go back to making unshapely flowers with him.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Felix move to the edge of the pen and stand on his time out stool, his small arms stretching as much as they could towards the table directly in front of you.

“What awe you doing?” You asked curiously as you turned to him. He placed a finger on his lips as he successfully grabbed a marker and piece of paper. You only looked more confusingly at him as he turned his back to you, scribbling something on. You pouted.

First this punk cuts my hair, then he hides-

“I-I know it’s not weal, b-but I just wanted to say sowwy.” He held up the paper right in front of your face. The once blank pink sheet now had a bundle of haphazardly drawn yellow flowers- if you could call it that. The petals were scribbled on and the stems looked more like waves, but hey, what more could he have done with no table and a limited colour selection?

His cheeks were flushed and his eyes were hopeful, “M-maybe if you agwee to be fwiends then I could tew mommy to get you weal ones?” You stared at the paper then at him, joy fluttering through you.

Picasso? Rembrandt? Michelangelo? Who were they? You only knew Lee Felix, and he just drew you the greatest florals you’d ever seen.

You giggled loudly and hugged him. “Ofcouwse we can be fwiends!” You shook him around in your tiny arms and he giggled along with you. “But you have to pwomise not to cut my haiw ewer again,” You looked him dead in the eye, your hands planted on his shoulders as you held him at arms length. He nodded vigorously.

“I pwomise.” He held a pinky up to and you gladly intertwined your own.

So maybe you did end up with shorter hair- but then again, you also managed to end up with yellow tulips and a best friend.

“Gosh, I feel so bad for her.” Felix grimaced next to you as you both sat in Math class. “She looks like she’s about to cough up an entire rose meadow.”

“Tell me about it.” You mumbled and looked pityingly at the girl in question. She was coughing up a storm right at the front of the class, red rose petals littering her desk and covering her math work. It was sad, really- news went around that she had dumped her boyfriend just a few weeks ago, and while she was able to move on and tear herself away from the animosity of teen love, he clearly wasn’t. Lo and behold, she had come down with a case of the nasties- the one disease that showcased your desirability while also managing to turn you into an other-worldly sort of TB patient on acid. The Hanahaki disease.

Or, hacki-hacki, as Felix liked to call it. “Get it, because they hack up a florist’s dream?”

What deity out there decided that bestowing this cruel respiratory ailment was a good idea? You had no clue. But the pitfalls of highschool had made it especially arduous to face. Sure, love was fickle, and true love even more so at this age, but that didn’t prevent any cases from whizzing through the hallways ready to grapple it’s next victim mercilessly. Privacy for dealing with unrequited love was a luxury that no one could afford.

“As antagonistic as it seems, I’m so glad no one’s in love with me.” Felix declared. “I wouldn’t be able to stand having petals clogging up my oesophagus.”

“I have a feeling the universe is going to wreck you sideways just for saying that.” You snort.

“Well, after today there’ll be absolutely no school for the next two months which means neither of us will have to face the horror that is High School Hormones,” He puts an arm around you and looks up, as if envisioning something in the air, “and we’ll be able to bask in the glory that is Summer.” A few beats pass with you in utter confusion over what it is you both were staring at until you snort and flick his forehead.

“You are so dramatic, Fefe.” He scowled at the nickname. “Summer is going to be so boring since everyone will be out the country except me.” You huffed and pouted, slumping in your seat.

He sat up straighter, “Hey, I’m still going to be here!”

“And what about it?”

He gasped loudly, quite dramatically, too, and held a hand up to his chest. The whole class shot their heads up like meerkats and looked towards your table, Felix’s ears turning crimson from embarrassment as you tried to bite back a laugh. You were amused at the boy, really, at how he’d manage to turn everything into a melodramatic screenplay if given enough inspiration to do so.

“Your heart is on the other side, genius.” He glared at you and rolled his eyes.

“Whatever. You’re such a spoil-sport, you know? But, being the generous person that I am, I’m willing to forgive your disrespectful ass.” You scoffed. “Baby, you and I are going to have the greatest summer ever, and I won’t allow anything less.” He leaned back, all smug and proud as if he had already planned the greatest holiday itinerary to ever exist.

You glanced at him, skeptical, but accepted the idea nonetheless. What’s the worst that could happen, right?

“If we don’t have the City Girl Summer of our dreams, then I’m blaming you.”

“You burnt the cookies.”

“I did not burn the cookies,” Felix reaches over and grabs one straight out of the tray, instantly dropping it due to it’s scalding heat. It flips over on your countertop and topples, landing on its face looking like a sad excuse of a choco-chip- which, in retrospect, it was.

“Okay, so maybe I did burn them.” he defends poorly, scratching his temple.

“Maybe? It looks like the sweat stain on Mr. Song’s brown button up whenever he demonstrates where the axillary lymph nodes are.” You snicker and he scowls at you, shoving your arm.

“I get it, I get it, geez. But in my defense I wouldn’t have burnt them if you,” He points his small index finger at you. “Had reminded me to check on the cookies every five minutes. So, really, this is all your fault.” He waves the same finger around the messy kitchen, which looked like a tornado had raided it’s contents in an unsuccessful attempt to find hidden treasure.

“Are you kidding me?” You gasp in disbelief of his accusation. The nerve of this boy was insurmountable, and you’d think more than a decade’s worth of friendship would have taught you that his juvenile ass was always ready to pick a fight out of thin air. But, just like his ego, your contentious self would not go down without a fight.

You gaped like a fish, having a flurry of obscenities ready to spew out and lash at him, but all failing to make it past your lips as a result of your vexation. So you growled, like a damn beast, and stuck your hand in the flour bag. His eyes widened, “You wouldn’t.” He huffed, squinting his eyes at you so as to call your bluff.

Wordlessly, you fisted the flour in your hand and hurdled in straight on his face, which became somewhat of a nuclear white, the flour covering his hair all the way down to the neck line of his sweater. They really weren’t messing around when they called this thing ‘all-purpose’.

You giggled, the hostility in you practically vanishing like the puff of flour that wafted through the air between you both. His eyes were shut tight and his lips were pulled in a straight line. “You think that’s funny?” He says lowly with his head tilted to the side as he rubs the flour from his eyes.

“I think it’s hilarious.” You squeak, the humor in your voice obnoxiously apparent and he bites the inside of his cheek, nodding and looking around.

Within and split second he has you in a headlock, your back against his floury chest and his arm around your neck as you squeal and squirm. You see his free hand reach over for the egg carton, and you can’t help but think your mom would kill you once she gets home.

“Woah there buddy, let’s call a truce, why don’t we? C’mon, you know I love ya.” You humor, trying to appeal to him so as to not get egged.

“Pro tip; dousing an egg spillage with salt makes for easier clean up.”

“Why do you say tha-” Oh.

You gasp; the feeling of eggshell cracking against your skull wasn’t one you were... accustomed to, to say the least. You felt the slimy and cold contents trickle down your forehead and you swore you could summon the wrath of a thousand gods in that moment.

Felix lets you go as he laughs boisterously, enjoying your distress a little too much. “Oh shit,” He breathes out wheezing and doubles over in laughter. You angrily wipe your face and glare at him, “Oh shit is correct.”

Now, if anyone were to walk in on the whole debacle, they’d be in for a treat. It was like watching a rerun of Tom and Jerry- only Tom was a freckled brunette wheezing in laughter and Jerry was a 5-foot-something girl clinging onto him in a chokehold.

“What in heaven’s name...” Your mom stood at the entrance of the kitchen, mouth agape and absolutely astonished by the sight before her; flour scattered all over her granite island, egg shells cracked on the floor, a tray of sad cookies turned over on the counter top, and “Is something burning?”

She has yet to lay eyes on the pair of you- which was a good thing, since the sight would have sent her into cardiac arrest. But that momentary save was short lived as it was quite hard to not notice the fact that her daughter was grasping her best-friend’s son like a baby monkey clinging onto its mama.

You and Felix stare back at her, mouth opening and closing like goldfish. “It’s all his fault, I swear.” You point a finger to his head below yours with the hand that, only a few seconds ago, was clawing at him.

“Are you kidding me?” He whispers-yells at you, “I swear, she started it.” He shrugs you off of him harshly and you trip but regain your balance. You snarl at the back of his head.

Before you could pounce on the boy again, you hear your mom harshly tsk your way and you freeze. “One day you kids are going to give me a heart attack,” She shakes her head and sets the grocery bags at the foot of the entrance. “Luckily, today is not that day. Now start cleaning up, both of you.” She points a finger at the pair of you and begins to walk away.

“Is it okay if i stay the night aunty?” Felix quips before she completely disappears and you make a face.

“What? No wa-”

“Of course you can sweetheart! Our home is your home~ I’ll call your mom and tell her.” You gag. Your mom always adored Felix and there was nothing you could do about it.

“You know, sometimes I get the inkling that my mom loves you more than she loves me. She coos sweetheart at you and calls me by first name, like what is up with that.” You huff once she disappears out into the hallway. Felix turns to you, a proud look in his eyes, “Of course she loves me more. Have you seen this face?” He makes a sickeningly cute face but fails to get his point across due to the layer of flour covering it. You only roll your eyes and throw a wet towel at his face.

“Get to cleaning, flour boy.” You snicker at your joke.

“You’re really not funny.”

You both move through the kitchen, wiping down the countertops and floor with the occasional quips of disgust over the mess you made. Covering spilt egg heavily with salt did, surprisingly, help get rid of it as you came to find out, but patting Felix on the back for his ‘pro-tip’ and boosting his ego was not something you were up for.

“Why are you sleeping over, by the way? It’s been ages.�� You aggressively wipe the dried up chocolate on the top shelf- how it managed to get there was still a mystery to you.

“Precisely! The last time we did, it was winter break,” He scrubs at the burnt crumbs that melded themselves on the baking tray, “It’s only fitting that I take refuge in your humble abode for a few days, so that I can kidnap you and make you stay over at mine’s.” He grins at you and you chuckle.

“I have to see you everyday this summer, don’t I?”

“You can count on it, baby.” He winks

You whine at his pet name, “Stop calling me baby- do you know how many people think we’re an item?” You finish up cleaning, walking over to the sink to wash your hands. “I swear, so many people at school are convinced we’re dating and I can’t help but want to vomit each time.” You lean onto the counter next to him, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Oh shut up,” He scoffs and shrugs. “Besides, we both know that I’m single, and you’re a wild beast incapable of love.” He jokingly cups your cheek and pouts and you smack him on the arm.

“Okay okay I’m sorry, stop assaulting me geez.”

“So are you feeling Jaws or Clueless tonight?” Felix holds up the two DVD’s in his hands and contemplates, shaking his damp hair from out of his face. You had just come out of the shower, taking longer than expected as a result of having to scrub out a myriad of baking ingredients from your body and hair. Dressed in your grizzly bear onesie, you wanted nothing more than to cuddle up in your sheets and knockout. But clearly Felix had other ideas.

He sat at the foot of your bed, shuffling through your Dad’s old DVD collection in attempt to pick out a movie with your hoodie on. Well, it wasn’t exactly your hoodie per se; it was his that he had left a couple sleepovers ago and you had officially claimed domain over it, refusing to give it back. But it was so soft and warm and cuddly, how could you let it go?

“Just pop in any.” You said and flopped onto the bed on your stomach.

“That does nothing to help me.” He looks up at you and you shrug. “Jaws it is then.”

You scroll on your phone while he shuffles through your room, turning off the lights and lamps before making his way towards your bed.

“Jesus Christ!” You wheeze out when you feel his weight on top of you. He had jumped onto your body, smothering you into your bed and you wanted to rip the freckles right off of him one by one. Gruesome? Yes. Necessary? Absolutely.

“Your hair smells nice.” He giggles into the back of your head and you squirm.

“Get off of me!” He pouts and rolls over next to you.

“Forgive me for wanting to be affectionate.” He huffs.

“So your definition of affection is doing a WWE smack down?”

“We’re all a little different, okay!” You snort at him. How you managed to put up with him was a mystery and a half.

After constant uncomfortable shifting on your bed with a few kicks at each other here and there followed by a “Is this my bed or yours?” “Practically mine, since I picked it out for you.”, you both settled comfortably in your sheets with him sprawled out horizontally while you used his tummy as a pillow. Try as you might, but you couldn’t help but feel the muscles on his abdomen.

“Someone’s been going to the gym.” You poke at his middle and he giggles, “That tickles!”

His fingers run through your hair instinctively, combing through the tangles and layers and massaging your scalp. You hum at the feeling.

You two definitely had your shared moments of chaos with each other daily, but you forgot how nice it was to not want to slit his throat every time he opened his mouth.

“I’m glad you’re here this summer, fefe.” You say sleepily and he chuckles.

“Just say you’re in love with me and get it over with.” You pinch his sides.

It had been so long since you last spent your summer together. It was always either him travelling outside the country with his family or vice versa the last few years, and he was glad that he got to keep you all to himself this time, even if he wouldn’t admit it. High school was breezing by too fast and sooner or later you both would have to part ways, so he convinced himself that it was okay to be selfish this time.

“Do you think we could go see a sunrise soon?” You mumble drowsily into his middle. His fingers moving through your hair was doing wonders to lull you to sleep, but you weren’t complaining.

“Anything you want.” He replies sleepily.

“And maybe learn surfing and get .”

He smiles down at you, “Sure thing, baby.”

a/n: god, i wanted this to be a oneshot so bad but lord knows i wouldn’t be able to put it out for months if it were. so here’s another multi-chapter fic from me- no bullet points this time n better slow burn (hopefully) :) stick around for more <3

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lesbianbruabba · 6 years ago

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Answer all the qs! Unless theres any you don’t want to do

Mobile so these are ugly sowwy

1:Let’s start with a tricky one; what is the real reason you are confused right now?

Well I just spent my night watching exurb1a that p much explains it

2:Do you ever get “good morning” texts from anyone?

Sometimes?

3:If your significant other smoked pot, would you care?

I’m pro legalization but if it’s an addiction obviously I’d try and prevent further damage. If it’s well controlled i don’t mind.

4:Do you find it easy to trust others?

I trust too easily so yeah

5:What were you doing at 11PM last night?

Watching exurb1a, or wanking, or looking at takeouts on Deliveroo

6:You’re drunk and lost walking down the road; who is with you?

Probably my brother or one of my best friends

7:What would you do if you found out you had been cheated on?

Cry

8:Are you close with your dad?

Fairly close imo. But we have a lot of opposing views and I have to try and overlook those.

9:I bet you kissed someone last night, right?

No?

10:What are you listening to?

Magic by Coldplay @samrull can suck my dick

11:You can only drink ONE liquid for the rest of your life - what is it?

Cum fanta lemon

12:Do you like hickeys?

YES unless they’re on my boobs then NO bc I used to have like massive ones and I couldn’t sleep on my back

13:What time do you go to bed?

Hahahhahahahaaha you must be new here

14:Is there someone who continuously lets you down?

My mother

15:Can you text as quickly with one hand as you do both?

Yea

16:Do you always answer your texts?

Most of the time unless I’m tired

17:Do you hate the person you fell the hardest for?

18:When was the last time you talked to one of your best friends?

Like a few minutes ago with Iza bc I pester her a lot

19:Is there someone that makes you happy every time you see them?

My little brother and all my best friends

20:What was your last thought before you went to bed last night?

I went to bed yesterday morning but my last thought was ‘I love Tom Holland’

21:Is anyone else in the room with you?

No. I don’t think so

22:Do you believe what goes around comes around?

23:Were you happier four months ago than you are now?

Yes. On the 30th December I was probably hanging out with my brother.

24:Is there someone you wish you could fix things with?

A few. Some are beyond repair, others are just lost chances.

25:In the past week, have you cried?

Lmao. Yeah. A lot.

26:What colour is the shirt you are wearing?

White with pink and blue argyle patterns

27:Do people ever call you by your last name?

No. I would hate that

28:Is anyone ignoring you right now?

Probably? Idk

29:Do you have a best friend?

I have 7 bitch

30:Would it be hard seeing someone else kiss the last person you kissed?

31:Who was your last call/text message from?

Iza

32:Are you mad at anyone?

Yeah. Pro lifers.

33:Have you ever kissed someone older than you?

Yes

34:How old will the last person you kissed be on his/her next birthday?

23? Idk I don’t remember

35:How many more days until your birthday?

Like 3 months minus a bit.

36:Do you have any summer plans yet?

Yeah! I’m going to Poland with my mum. Then I’m going home and going to suffer in the HK heat.

37:Do you have any good friends of the opposite sex?

Yes. Two, one is my brother.

38:Are you keeping anything from your best friend(s) now?

No. I’m an open book lol

39:Do you have a secret that you’ve never told anyone?

I don’t think so??

40:Have you ever regretted kissing someone?

41:Do you think age matters in relationships?

Depends on the age gap and the ages of the parties involved

42:Are you available?

Yes

43:How many people have you had real, strong feelings for since high school ended?

1 or 2

44:If you had to get a piercing (not ears), what would you get?

Nose ring but not septum. On the side of my nose

45:Do you believe exes can be friends?

Yes if they put effort into it

46:Do you regret anything?

A lot.

47:Honestly, what’s on your mind right now?

Turbulent is such a good song also I want thanos to raw me

48:Did you ever lose a best friend?

I’ve ghosted a best friend if that counts bc she’s toxic as fuck

49:Was your last kiss a mistake?

50:Why aren’t you pursuing the person you like?

Bc they don’t like me back lmao and also ‘pursuing’ sounds kind of predatory??

51:Has the last person you kissed ever seen you cry?

52:Do you still talk with the person you LAST kissed?

Not really

53:What was the last thing you ate?

A weird cake that was sweet but I couldn’t pinpoint the flavor

54:Did you get any compliments today?

Yes

55:Where are you going on your next vacation?

June to Poland

56:Do you own anything from other countries?

Yeah I have dolls from Belgium and Poland and Japan and also some trinkets from other places

57:Are most of your friend guys or girls?

The majority are girls

58:Where have you lived most of your life?

Tseung kwan o

59:When was the last time you took a long drive?

I don’t drive :D

60:Have you ever played Spin the Bottle?

61:Have you ever TPd someone’s house?

No! I’m a good girl uwu

62:Who do you text the most?

Probably Iza

63:What was the last movie you saw?

Endgame but it’s a bad stream of it

64:What’s preventing your current boyfriend/girlfriend from going back to their ex?

Don’t have one

65:How many boyfriends/girlfriends did you have in 2011?

66:Is the last person you kissed younger than you?

No. You asked this question earlier

67:Do you curse around your parents?

Hell nah they’d ground me even though I’m nineteen

68:Are you happy with where you live?

Not really but it’s okay

69:Picture of yourself?

70:Are you a monogamous person or do you believe in open-ended relationships?

Personally I’m monogamous

71:Have you ever been dumped?

72:What do you most like about making out?

It’s hot

73:Have you ever casually made out with someone who you weren’t seriously involved with?

Yes

74:When you kiss someone for the first time, is it usually you who initiates it or the other?

Both?

75:What part of a person’s body do you find most attractive?

Face

76:Who was the last person you talked to last night before you went to bed?

Iza or my brother’s gf

77:Had sex with someone you knew less than an hour?

78:Had sex with someone you didn’t know their name?

79:What makes your heart flutter and brings a big cheesy smile to your face?

Dogs

80:Would you get involved with someone if they had a child already?

NOPE

81:Has someone who had a crush on you ever confessed to you?

No lol have you seen what I look like

82:Do you tell a lot of people when you have a crush?

Depends on who the crush is and who I tell. Usually I tell my brother and maaaaaybe some of my more sensible friends

83:Do you miss your last sweetie?

???????????

84:Last time you slow danced with someone?

Uhh never. I wish I did though that sounds cool

85:Have you ever ‘dated’ someone you’ve never met?

Nope

86:How can I win your heart?

Make me a playlist and be honest with me. Also be funny

87:What is your astrological sign?

Leo but I’m more of a cancer

88:What were you doing last night at 12 AM?

Eating my takeout and watching exurb1a

89:Do you cook?

I make a good risotto and also potato dauphinois. But otherwise no

90:Have you ever gotten back in touch with an old flame after a time of more than 3 months of no communication?

Don’t got one

91:If you’re single right now, do you wish you were in a relationship?

Hells yeah @wlw hit me up

92:Do you prefer to date various people or do you pretty much fall into monogamous relationships quickly?

The latter

93:What physical traits do you look for in a potential interest?

A nice face. I like older blondes when it comes to women and less muscley men. Generally for everyone, the more feminine the better.

94:Name four things that you wish you had!

Bigger eyes, a boney figure, fluency in all languages, more brain cells

95:Are you a player?

I play the ukulele

96:Have you ever kissed 2 people in one day?

97:Are you a tease?

I plead the fifth

98:Ever meet anyone you met on Tumblr?

Yeah a few and they were all v sweet gals

99:Have you ever been deeply in love with someone?

I don’t know

100:Anybody on Tumblr that you’d go on a date with?

Yeah

101:Hugs or Kisses?

Hugs!!!!

102:Are you too shy to ask someone out?

I don’t think so

103:The first thing you notice about the opposite sex?

Eyes

104:Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you babe?

Yes!! And I call everyone that except my brother he’s dickhead

105:If a sexy person was pursuing you, but you knew he/she was in relationship, would you go for it?

No!!

106:Do you flirt a lot?

Depends on who you are and how well you know me

107:Your last kiss?

Last year

108:Have you kissed more than 5 people since the start of 2012?

109:Have you kissed anyone in the past month?

Lmao no

110:If you could kiss anyone who would it be?

One of the people I’m crushing on probably. Or Zach Grace

111:Do you know who you’ll kiss next?

No, that’s an interesting question though.

112:Does someone like you currently?

Probably not. Again, refer to picture of me

113:Do you currently have feelings for anyone?

Yeah I always fuckin do

114:Do you like to be in serious relationships or just flings?

Serious relationships

115:Ever made out with just a friend?

Yes

116:Are you happier single or in a relationship?

Well I’ve only experienced the former so

Thanks for the questions sorry they’re ugly im also ugly but I’m sure u arent

#answered #anon

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I'm calling the cops but also thank u I adore u mystery mutual1. Spotify, SoundCloud, or Pandora?: SoundCloud tbh2. is your room messy or clean?: Messy3. what color are your eyes?: Brown af4. do you like your name? why?: Well considering once I came out as NB I renamed myself SO yeah I like it5. what is your relationship status?: Single6. describe your personality in 3 words or less: Uhhh. Anxious, dramatic, (sorta) creative7. what color hair do you have?: Rn Purple & Pink8. what kind of car do you drive? color?: N/A9. where do you shop?: Uh. Everywhere I Guess10. how would you describe your style?: Gay hobo11. favorite social media account: My Twitter or discord12. what size bed do you have?: I want to say a double???13. any siblings?: Ye boy two sisters & two half brothers14. if you can live anywhere in the world where would it be? why?: Literally anywhere in Greece. I adore it there. That's my reasoning.15. favorite snapchat filter?: The hearts around your head one16. favorite makeup brand(s): I don't know enough about makeup to say ajsbd17. how many times a week do you shower? 3-ish? I say ish bc I try to shower three times then I just wash my hair on Sunday axjnd18. favorite tv show?: Turn: Washington's Spies :/19. shoe size?: 7 & a half in women's20. how tall are you?: APPROXIMATELY 5'621. sandals or sneakers?: Sneakers22. do you go to the gym?: GOD I WISH23. describe your dream date: Probably getting takeout and then staying in playing video games or watching dumb movies24. how much money do you have in your wallet at the moment?: $1525. what color socks are you wearing?: Pink & white26. how many pillows do you sleep with?: I only currently own 3 but if given the opportunity I'll sleep w 527. do you have a job? what do you do?: Not rn I don't but previously I was janitorial28. how many friends do you have? : 12-16 ish???29. whats the worst thing you have ever done?: Everytime I didn't stand up for someone just because I was scared30. whats your favorite candle scent?: Vanilla31. 3 favorite boy names: Wyatt, Felix, Adonis 32. 3 favorite girl names: Micah, Zipporah, Mackenzie33. favorite actor?: Sebastian Stan34. favorite actress?: Meryl Streep35. who is your celebrity crush?: Sighs Aggressively. Anna Kendrick & Matthew Musto36. favorite movie?: This changes near daily but rn probably The Book Thief :/37. do you read a lot? whats your favorite book?: I try n read a lot but I don't have the attention/motivation for it recently sighs. The Inkheart series holds a special place in my heart tho 😿😿38. money or brains?: Use ur brains right & you can get money39. do you have a nickname? what is it?: Finchy, usually. Maybe one day Finn will catch on tho you COWARDS40. how many times have you been to the hospital?: Zero whole times for myself personally41. top 10 favorite songs: Boots- KeshaCherry Wine- HozierWhistle Wars- KayzoOn The Line- BlackbearI Like Me Better- LauvRude- MAGIC!Purple Gusher- RezzI'm God- BlackbearUnfaith- EkaliKeep It Mello- Marshmello & Omar LinXPretty Head- Transviolet42. do you take any medications daily?: Not yet43: what is your skin type? (oily, dry, etc): Combination but leaning more towards oily44: what is your biggest fear?: Replacement/Abandonment45: how many kids do you want?: 046. whats your go to hair style?: Down & side part47. what type of house do you live in? (big, small, etc) : Small & handbuilt by my grandparents48. who is your role model?: My older sister49. what was the last compliment you received?: "You're doing great and I love you."50. what was the last text you sent?: "JAHSHSJS NO I JUST MEAN BEFORE AKA B4 I'M SOWWYI had the trial for Sims 4 but then didn't bother buying it sighsHSHSHJSW I PLAY FOR LIKE 10 HOURS"51. how old were you when you found out santa wasn’t real?: Uhhh??? 6 or 7?? Maybe 5??52. what is your dream car?: Something that runs53. opinion on smoking?: BAD54. do you go to college?: I'm hoping to,,,one day55. what is your dream job?: History professor or on Broadway56. would you rather live in rural areas or the suburbs?: Rural 57. do you take shampoo and conditioner bottles from hotels?: Damn right58. do you have freckles?: :3c Yes59. do you smile for pictures?: Usually close mouthed bc I don't like my smile60. how many pictures do you have on your phone?: 2000-ish?61. have you ever peed in the woods?: Ye boi62. do you still watch cartoons?: Not rlly63. do you prefer chicken nuggets from Wendy’s or McDonalds?: McDonald's64. Favorite dipping sauce?: Barbecue65. what do you wear to bed?: Preferably nothing66. have you ever won a spelling bee?: Sjhshs no67. what are your hobbies?: Writing, listening to music & aesthetics68. can you draw?: nAH69. do you play an instrument?: I can semi play guitar & can play percussion and trumpet70. what was the last concert you saw?: TECHNICALLY it was a festival but Marshmello was the last act. Last real concert was Demi Lovato71. tea or coffee?: Tea72. Starbucks or Dunkin Donuts?: Starbucks73. do you want to get married?: Sort of!!74. what is your crush’s first and last initial?: M.D & K.D75. are you going to change your last name when you get married?: Nah76. what color looks best on you?: Black or pink77. do you miss anyone right now? : HNnNG God yeah78. do you sleep with your door open or closed?: Closed and everyone who sleeps w it open is stronger than I 79. do you believe in ghosts?: They ARE real you cowards80. what is your biggest pet peeve? : Chewing loudly/with your mouth open and also loud swallowing81. last person you called: My sister,,,I think82. favorite ice cream flavor?: Cookies & Cream83. regular oreos or golden oreos?: Regular84. chocolate or rainbow sprinkles?: Rainbow85. what shirt are you wearing?: Plain black T-shirt86. what is your phone background?: Can't post bc I'm on mobile but art that my friend did of my da:i OC and Dorian :/87. are you outgoing or shy?: Mix?88. do you like it when people play with your hair?: Yes,,,pwease,,,89. do you like your neighbors?: Meh90. do you wash your face? at night? in the morning?: I was my face @ night and in the morning!91. have you ever been high?: ye boi92. have you ever been drunk?: Tipsy, not drunk93. last thing you ate?: Hawaiian Pizza94. favorite lyrics right now: "In this game that we play I never win/something about you I can't quit."95. summer or winter?: Summer96. day or night?: Night97. dark, milk, or white chocolate?: White chocolate tbh98. favorite month?: October99. what is your zodiac sign: Libra100. who was the last person you cried in front of?: Literally the entirety of my drama class like. 4 hours ago

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