#wrote this in 15 minutes so there probably are mistakes lol

[leylovestaytay]

The EKG machine was beeping steadily, indicating her heart rate. In spite of everything, she was calm. She wasn't scared, which confused the hell out of everyone. She was on her deathbed and still, she wasn't scared.

It was quite logical if you thought about it. She had lived a relatively normal but peaceful life. The people around her were also good people, people she got along with. People who she might consider friends. Plus, she was tired. As much good as she tried to do, there were always people against it. Truthfully, her party members had been quite helpful the past few years.

It was very clear to her why. Her actual party members would have never been this helpful. They would've never even tried to make the world a better place. The only thing they were useful for was to improve the quality of their own lives and of those in their circle.

Which is why the only logical explanation for their sudden change of attitude, philosophy and morals was that they weren't themselves anymore.

That was the reason why when one of her party members approached her bed and told her who he really was, who they really were, she wasn't one bit surprised.

"I feel like I owe you an explanation. We all do. You might've not noticed, but we're not really your friends, and-"

Her voice hoarse, she interrupted whatever he was about to say.

"Yeah you are. You have been for a few years now. It's okay, I don't blame you for lying about who you are. I probably wouldn't have told anybody either."

His features didn't show any kind of emotion at the moment, but he blinked once, then again, before asking,

"How do you know?"

Through her pain, she smiled.

"The others were useless. Y'all are good at what you do. You actually care about what you do."

Before everything went dark, she saw him smile.

Through a series of events you find out that your party members have all been replaced by a mimic, a skinwalker, a changeling, and a shapeshifter. You don’t bring up that you know this however as they’re a lot nicer and more efficient then the ones they replaced.

[dandyshucks]

i wrote a ridiculously long post trying to explain my confusion in a clear way so that ppl wouldnt mistake my words for smth else but i'm sure nobody wants to read all that so. here's something of a summary (lol me when i can't write a summary bc i get too scared and end up rambling in a desperate attempt to be clear and not sound like im excusing despicable behaviour !!!)

i haven't rly encountered it except for a couple times so far and both those were nasties that i blocked, but i do feel like there might be an okay way to go about shipping w a character who is under 18 (i'm thinking... 15 at the lowest. 16-17 is more likely) if ur a new adult (18/19, maybe 20) and it's just OC-ifying the character a lot and having them grow up with you ? am i crazy bonkers and giving ppl too much benefit of the doubt or is there smth to be said for that. because i feel like there's a way to do it in a decent way but maybe i'm just oc-brained. i feel like someone who has their f/o grow up w them wouldn't look at their f/o's source and go "i'm dating that kid :)" i feel like it'd be more like "aww thats my f/o as a kid :')" in the same way u would think that if u looked at a family childhood photo album of your partner fdsjkl

"dandy thats awful suspicious, why do u care sm if u aren't secretly doing this yourself?" says my o.cd and paranoia. well, dear brain, the reason i care is bc i am insane and for some reason constantly come up with ways to worry about ppl who don't even necessarily exist. but i can't help but think "what if theres some teen out there who feels like they need to abandon their f/o as soon as they reach age of majority lest they be labelled the same thing as goddamn pedos and incest-lovers". like. idk. maybe im just making up a guy to be worried about. but i also do not rly love how quick to pull the trigger some ppl are. i understand why that happens bc there is... a nauseatingly large number of absolute freaks (derogatory) on the internet esp on this awful website but like... idk. i worry that if i think the thoughts i've written here then i'm basically as bad as the pedos.

also i do think 99.99% of the time normal ppl (ppl who aren't goddamn freaks about kids) are going to outgrow their teen f/o by the time they're 19 (18 is iffy bc thats a weird transitory age where ur not rly an adult but also not rly a teen anymore) unless (this is the 0.01%) they REALLY oc-ify them and i mean like... mould them into basically something else entirely. barely even recognizable as the source character anymore. that sort of thing.

i'm going to go eat something and then probably come back in 30ish minutes in a blind panic to delete this because i'll worry i've done smth horrible and have ruined any chance at connection with others here fdsjkl

[blackaleycatt]

Wild Hearts: Creature Chemistry

Dabio finally has enough and leaves Donita and the villain lifestyle behind him. Based off the episode "Mystery of the North Pole Penguins?"

Written by me and my friends at 3 am. Not meant to be taken too seriously lol.

Chapter 2: Free

Fandom: Wild Kratts

Pairing: Dabio x Jimmy, Implied Aviva x Koki

Other Stuff: Drug mention (weed)

AO3 link

Dabio trudged forward. He had only been walking for about an hour, but it felt like an eternity. Each step he took was a struggle. His feet were aching, and his arms were sore from carrying his belongings.

Despite having a lot of stamina from working for Donita, he felt exhausted, both emotionally and physically – most likely from all the crying he had been doing.

Through the pain, Dabio reminded himself why he was even doing this. He was determined to keep going. The prospect of reaching the city was the only thing keeping him moving forward. Seeing the twinkling city lights on the horizon gave him a sudden burst of hope and energy that he needed.

He was nearing the city, which meant he was getting farther away from Donita's clutches and closer to freedom. Dabio took a deep breath, adjusted his bag, and continued on his journey.

Time: 5:00 am Location: City Day: Friday

As Dabio arrived in the city, he was overcome with a sense of relief. The sight of concrete buildings and streets filled him with an unusual sense of joy.

The city was relatively quiet at this time of day. There were a few cars here and there and a few people jogging. Most people were probably still sleeping or just now getting ready for work. The sun was just barely coming up so it was a bit dark as well. Dabio made his way to a nearby park, where he found an oddly-shaped bench to rest on. He was careful not to damage his new Shein skinny jeans. As he sat there, he realized that despite being in the midst of thousands of people, he was completely alone.

Doubts began to creep into Dabio's mind. Had he made a mistake by leaving? Was Donita really that bad? Maybe he could have tried harder to convince her. Maybe if he went back now she would still take him back. Tears welled up in his eyes, and he struggled to hold them back. The conflicting emotions were too much for him. On the one hand, he was happy to be free from his old life, but on the other, he felt an intense sense of loneliness that made him question if he should have left.

Location: Tortuga Time: 5:30 am Day: Friday

Jimmy was not a morning person. He was hardly even an afternoon person. It was very rare that Jimmy woke up before noon, especially on a Friday. Unfortunately for him, the edible that he and Koki had shared the previous night still had him tweaking too much to sleep. It was quite potent. He tossed and turned through the night into the morning. He figured since he was up he should head to a cafe and pick up the crew some breakfast as he wasn't in the mood to cook anything.

Quietly he got out of his hammock, threw on his baggiest pair of jeans, a hoodie with a panda smoking weed on it (which he and Aviva had matching ones, as Pandas were her favorite animal), and his favorite snapback hat to complete the look –nothing special. Jimmy finished getting dressed for the day and wrote a note telling the team where he was going. The last thing he wanted was for them to think that one of the villains kidnapped him.

Jimmy felt relaxed as he stepped out of the Tortuga’s dimly lit doors. The refreshing cool air was helping calm his nerves from the remains of the edible still in his system. He took a deep breath enjoying the crisp feeling and headed into the nearby city. About 15 minutes later he arrived at a small cafe that he and the rest of the crew enjoyed having breakfast at, THE HELLO KITTY CAFE! He walked up to the counter, where a friendly cashier wearing a Kuromi uniform greeted him and took his and the team's usual order. His order was ready pretty quickly.

Checking the time on his phone, Jimmy realized he could make it back to the Tortuga before the rest of the crew woke up if he walked fast enough. He picked up the food and headed back, hoping to get some rest before the day's adventures began.

Jimmy exited the cafe but something caught the corner of his eye. He turned his head towards a park that was on the opposite end of the street. A man with a very yellow mullet and a muscular build was sitting on a bench. Although it was still early and the sun wasn't fully out, Jimmy could tell the man sitting on the bench was none other than…

DABIO

“Aw shoot, what’s he up to?” Jimmy whispered to himself. He reached into his baggy pants pocket ready to call the rest of the crew but something about Dabio's vibe felt off. Dabio was sitting on a curved park bench (made to keep away homeless people). His giant hands swallowed his face, and his back was slouched. His designer jeans looked slightly dingy.

Dabio didn't look like his usual airheaded but gleeful self. Donita, his partner in crime, was also nowhere in sight. Dabio never went anywhere without Donita. It was like seeing a lost puppy without a leash.

Jimmy decided to investigate himself before bothering the rest of the crew so early. He crossed the street and slowly approached the metal bench.

“Dabio?” Jimmy called out cautiously. Dabio quickly turned around to see Jimmy standing behind him. Jimmy took a closer look at the man’s face. Dabio looked like he had been crying a bit. His eyes were red, and his FENTY eyeshadow was slightly smudged. He also had a suitcase sitting on the bench next to him.

Jimmy was a bit shocked to see such a big man, let alone a villain sitting alone at 5 am by himself at a park. He felt a little bad for him. He decided to be nosey and ask him what he was doing there. “Dabio, where is Donita? You’re not up to anything, are you?” Dabio teared up at the mention of Donita’s name. He was just so sick of her.

“Donita? Donita and I are done!” Jimmy could tell he was angry but didn't expect that response. “Done? What do you mean you're done?”

“Donita and I had a fight and I left. I couldn't stay there anymore with her. She’s a bully and a mean person”

“You left? So you don't have anywhere to go?”

Dabio shook his head.

Jimmy wanted to walk away back to the Tortuga. He knew the rest of the crew would be mad if he brought home a villain, well an ex-villain. But he would feel guilty if he just left Dabio at this random park. Plus, he felt that Dabio was telling the truth. This didn't feel like a trick or a way to get to the Tortugas location and steal anything. Pretending to be hurt to infiltrate the Tortuga felt like something Zach was more likely to do anyway.

“He was probably going to regret it, but he asked anyway. "Hey, do you want to come to the Tortuga with me until you can find somewhere to go? You can get cleaned up and warm, and we have WiFi. You can call someone if you need to."

Dabio sniffled and looked at Jimmy with his red swollen eyes. “Really? Are- are you sure?” Dabio was a little hesitant to trust someone who was supposed to be his enemy.

Determined to help, Jimmy nodded, reassuring Dabio, “Yeah I mean I would feel bad leaving you out here all by yourself. I’m sure the crew won't mind if it's just for a little bit”

Dabio's face lit up as he jumped up excitedly with his suitcase in hand. “Thank you! Thank you so much, Jimmy.” Dabio picked Jimmy up and spun him around a bit, gently placing him back on his feet. Jimmy was caught off guard by the sudden physical contact, but he couldn't help but feel happy seeing the joy on Dabio's face.

"Um, no problem, man," said Jimmy, unaware of what he was getting into. He just hoped Donita wouldn't come looking for Dabio or the crew.

"Let's head back then."

"Okey dokey," With a sense of relief, Dabio followed behind Jimmy as they made their way back towards the Tortuga.

Location: Tortuga Time: 6:30 Day: Friday

Jimmy walked into the Tortuga with his breakfast in hand and Dabio trailing behind him. Martin and Chris were missing from their hammocks, most likely getting dressed for the day as they were usually the first to wake.

Jimmy placed the food down on a table in the Tortuga living room while Dabio took a good long look around. He had only seen the outside of the turtle ship. He was pleasantly surprised to find that the interior was inviting and comforting. A complete contrast from the luxurious private jet that he and Donita shared, well, used to share.

Donita's private jet was impeccably clean, with every surface and corner seemingly sterilized to perfection. There was very tacky furniture. The walls were the ugliest shade of pinkish-purple someone could choose from. The mansion was equally as unappealing. Dabio and Donita had lived together for years and he wasn't even allowed to decorate his own room! He felt like a child trapped in a pink, inescapable prison, longing for a bit of personal freedom and a chance to express his own sense of style.

Sure, he probably would have decorated the mansion and plane with My Little Pony memorabilia. However, it would still be a significant improvement from what she was working with currently.

"Uh… you can take a seat if you'd like," Jimmy said awkwardly, motioning towards one of the hover chairs in the room. He felt weird being so friendly with Dabio.

Dabio, sensing the tension, responded with equal awkwardness, "Thank you," and took a seat on the hover chair. The silence that followed was palpable, and Jimmy couldn't help but wonder how long it would last.

Jimmy was the first to break the silence, his tone cautious. “So uh, the rest of the crew is probably gonna be surprised to see you. I don’t really know how they're gonna react so just be chill okay?” Dabio wasn't too worried. He knew that the crew would be wary of him because of Donita but he had confidence in his ability to handle the situation.

A few moments later, Jimmy heard the heavy footsteps of Martin and Chris's boots echoing down the hallway. They were deep in conversation, likely discussing some animal-related matter, but as soon as they stepped into the Tortuga's main room, they froze.

"Uh, Jimmy? What is Dabio doing in the Tortuga? What's going on?" Chris's tone was cautious, his body language tense and ready for a fight. Martin looked just as confused, his expression a mix of surprise and suspicion. Chris and Martin didn't play when it came to the villains. They could get down if they needed to.

Jimmy quickly stepped between Dabio and the brothers, his arms held up in a gesture of peace. "Bros, wait. Let me explain what's going on," he said, his voice calm and reassuring.

Koki and Aviva shuffled into the main room, still in their pajamas.

“Guys, what’s going on in here? Are you alright?” Aviva was wearing purple pajama pants and glasses that made her look like a bigger nerd than she already was. She rubbed her eyes with the back of her palm. As soon as she was finished rubbing them, they landed on Dabio. She was too exhausted to do anything other than let out a faint "Ummm."

Koki, on the other hand, was never too tired to get down to business. “Ok, someone needs to explain what’s going on in here right now,” she demanded an explanation for the commotion. Koki was wearing one of Aviva’s baggy t-shirts.

Dabio and Jimmy exchanged uneasy glances, unsure of how to respond, but Jimmy was the first to speak up. "Um, I was out getting some food for us because I didn't feel like cooking. As I was coming out of the cafe, I saw Dabio sitting on a bench. I thought Donita was around, but she wasn't. Dabio didn't have anywhere else to go, so I let him crash at the Tortuga, just for a little bit."

Aviva, who had woken up and was now listening intently, furrowed her brows and asked, "Why wouldn't Dabio have anywhere else to go?"

Dabio took a deep breath and spoke up this time. "I left Donita."

Martin, Chris, Aviva, and Koki all had a mix of shocked and concerned looks on their faces. "Why? What happened?" Chris inquired.

Dabio couldn't go into much detail without tears welling up in his eyes. “Donita is always so mean to me. I couldn't take it anymore. I had to pack up all of my stuff and leave her for good."

The Wild Kratts were aware of how Donita treated Dabio. Even when they were around she was kind of harsh with him and would treat him as if he were a servant. They felt like Dabio was being genuine only because they knew Donita was a rather cold-hearted woman.

"So that's why I brought him here. I felt bad just leaving him out," Jimmy stated.

"Well, I guess he can stay for a little bit. I wouldn't feel good about kicking him out," Martin said, glancing at the crew. "Yeah, me too. But, Dabio, if any of us feel unsafe or uncomfortable with you staying here, I'll have to ask you to leave. Is that clear?" Aviva looked Dabio in the eyes. "And we'll be keeping an eye on Donita's whereabouts."

“Yes. I understand '' Dabio was just happy they weren't going to let Donita know where he was.

“Good. Koki and I are going to get dressed. We'll meet you guys back here in a few minutes."

"Don't take too long. I'm getting hungry!" Martin whined.

"You won't starve to death," Koki joked.

Jimmy looked at Dabio's soiled clothing and sweaty hair. "Hey, Dabio, you can use my bathroom to freshen up if you want. A shower might make you feel better."

Jimmy then took Dabio to the shared bathroom on the Tortuga. He helped him get the shower running and collected his dirty clothes to put in the wash. Dabio was grateful for the hot water and the chance to wash away the grime of his trip. After a while, Dabio emerged from the bathroom smelling like vanilla-scented soap and wearing a clean set of clothes. He looked a lot better than when Jimmy first found him.

After freshening up, Jimmy and Dabio made their way to the Tortuga's main room where Chris and Martin were impatiently waiting to start eating. They weren't allowed to eat until everyone was at the table.

"I hope Aviva and Koki hurry up. I can't wait any longer." Martin was holding a fork and knife in his hands tapping them on the table.

"Martin, calm down, you're so dramatic." Chris giggled at his older brother and tried to calm him down.

Jimmy and Dabio took their seats at the table with Martin and Chris.

[thornsnvultures]

quickie ♡

Jake Jensen x fem!Reader

summary: Jake only has a few minutes with you before he has to get back to business.

warnings: oral sex, fluffy puppy Jake, I just realized this is the second fic I wrote where y/n cockwarms Jake while one of them plays video games....I'm not gonna think too hard about that and neither should you lol

Words: 800+

a/n: not beta read, if you see a mistake no you didn't 👀, reposted from my old blog, comments are much loved and appreciated!, be kind 🥺

18+ BLOG, MINORS DNI. IF YOU INTERACT AND YOU DON’T HAVE YOUR AGE VISIBLE ON YOUR BLOG YOU WILL BE BLOCKED. 18+ BLOG, MINORS DNI.

Okay but like can you imagine,

You’re sitting in bed reading a book you’ve been meaning to read for a while, finally settled in after a long day. All of a sudden your golden retriever of a boyfriend has bounced on the bed on top of you asking what you’re reading.

“Oh my god, Jake, get off!”

“What? I missed you, I’ve only got like a minute before Pooch gets back online.” He’s straddling your hips over the blanket now, holding your face in his stupidly large hands. “I’m sorry I haven’t been paying attention to you much, pretty girl, but we’ve been waiting months for this game to launch.” He’s peppering your face with kisses between words and you can’t stop laughing from the ticklish feel of his goatee on your cheeks. “It’s so cool! We got to the first boss and it was super easy for me but Pooch was totally having a hard time so you know I had to be a good friend and go back in to save his ass.” You weren’t even listening to his rambling anymore, you could feel him through his shorts and it was driving you crazy. Hell, Jake probably didn’t even notice he was half hard he was so excited telling you about what he did all day today between kisses.

“Jake!”

“Huh, what?”

“How much time?”

“Hmm?” He was lazily mouthing at your jawline, nuzzling in like he was starved for you. He hadn’t seen you all day and his body was screaming for you whether he knew it or not.

“How long until Pooch gets back?”

“Uh, like 10 or 15 minutes? Why?”

You shoved your hands down the front of his sweats and grasped his cock giving it a quick pump. Jake grunted into your neck.

“Enough time for a quickie?” You bit your lip and met his gaze.

“God yes.”

He leaned back enough to rip the blankets off your body, your book going flying off the side of the bed. His cock slipped out of your hand when he moved back but you only mourned the loss of contact with his velvety skin for a moment before he settled between your legs.

“Always have time for this pretty little pussy,” Jake murmured into the soft skin of your inner thigh as he pulled the damp fabric covering you to the side. He nuzzled your warm folds, breathing in your scent, and groaned. “So sweet, pretty girl. How’d I get so fucking lucky?”

You wanted to snap back with something witty but your brain short circuted when Jake licked a wide stripe up your soaked folds. His thumbs held you open and he didn’t waste any time working over your clit with his tongue. Punishing your bud with swirling licks and sucking hard enough to make your eyes roll back. You gripped his short locks as he brought you to the edge unbelievably fast.

“J-Jake! Oh f-fuck, feels so good, baby.”

He kept his mouth on your clit as he moved two fingers into your cunt, plunging deep. Your back arched at the sudden stretch, the burn from his thick fingers tingling up your spine. His rapid pace and the constant, cloying pressure of his mouth on your bud sent you flying, creaming over his fingers and his face.

“That’s it, honey, give it to me. So sweet, pretty girl.” His fingers slowed as your body shook, tingling in the aftershocks of your release. Jake tapped his fingers on your lips, gently knocking on your door for you to suck them clean.

“Jensen!”

“Fuck,” Jake’s head whips around in the direction of his computer in the other room. “Time’s up, pretty girl.” He turns back to you, eyes twinkling in delight when he sees you still have his fingers in your mouth. You don’t wanna let him go yet.

“I gotta go, honey, c'mon.” You can see the gears turning in that beautiful brain of his as you lay pliant under him. You know what he wants but he’s too unsure, overthinking things. So you take Jake by the hand down the hall, legs shaky under you still.

“Sit,” you push him down in his fancy gaming chair. He watches with his big, blue puppy dog eyes as you slide to the floor in front of him and pull his cock out of his sweats. “Play your little game, baby, I just wanna sit here with you.” You give his cock a quick pump and take him into your mouth. He groans and watches you mouth at his cock, not working quickly to make him cum, just enjoying the feeling of his cock in your mouth.

“Jensen?”

“Huh? Wha-I’m here, sorry.” Jake wipes his hand over his face, determined to not watch how you effortlessly take him down your throat. 

“Jesus, man, you good?”

“Y-Yeah, fine!” His voice catches when you roll his balls in the palm of your hand.

“You sure? You don’t sound so good.”

“N-No! I’m good!”

“Alright, man! Let’s pound these fuckin’ pussies!”

“Oh, Jesus…”

[slytherinwh0re]

On your mother’s counter?

Draco Malfoy x Female Reader

Warnings: SMUT (18+ minors dni), a lil degradation and swearing

Summary: Where you and Draco spend some quality time on Narcissa’s kitchen counter.

Masterlist

A/N: I wrote this in literally 15 minutes, sorry if it’s not the best lol I’ve been in a bad writing funk so bare with me.

“They loved you darling-” Draco pauses to kiss the top of your head, “I told you they would, father even called you lovely, usually he describes people as tolerable at the very most.”

“I’m glad your father thinks I’m more than just tolerable Draco.” You giggle at the smile plastered on his handsome face. You’ve been dating the blonde for a few months and this weekend was the first time you met his parents. To say you were terrified was an understatement, they’re one of the most powerful families in the wizarding world, of course you were nervous, luckily dinner had gone wonderfully.

“Unfortunately father insists we sleep in separate rooms, something about not wanting bastard grandchildren.” He shakes his head, mumbling about how idiotic his fathers being, since he, along with every wizard knows there’s a simple spell to ensure that doesn’t happen (fetus deletus—Im so sorry).

“It’s one night, we’ll be back at Hogwarts tomorrow.” You brush his hair off his forehead, lift yourself onto your tip toes, and give him a soft kiss. “I love you, I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”

“Yeah, I love you darling, goodnight.”

***

You wake up in the middle of the night parched, this happens often but usually you have a glass of water waiting for you on your nightstand. You get up quietly, doing your best not to make a sound, and make your way through the manor until you reach the grand kitchen. You fill up a glass and down it, then fill up again.

That’s when you feel him behind you, his arms trap you between his body and the counter, and he rests his face on your shoulder, peppering kisses on the exposed skin of your neck.

“Couldn’t sleep?” Draco pulls away just long enough to ask and then goes right back to his previous actions. You lean back into him, the warmth of his lips make those pesky butterflies erupt in your tummy.

“I was thirsty.” You tilt your head to the side, giving the boy more skin to nip at. One of his pale hands leave the counter and instead find the skin under your shirt, pulling you as close to him as possible, the cold metal of his rings a sharp contrast against your warm skin. You can feel how hard his cock is as you rub your ass on him, just enough to ensure you get what you really want.

His hand travels further up your body until he’s brushing the underside of your breast with his thumb, taking full advantage of the fact you can’t sleep with a bra on. The thin shirt you had on left little to the imagination but you hadn’t expect for anyone to be awake but this is a pleasant turn of events.

When Draco started rolling your nipple around his thumb and forefinger you let out a moan that immediately had him putting his other hand over your mouth. “You must be quiet darling, wouldn’t want mum or father to hear us, would we?” You shook your head vigorously, hoping he wouldn’t stop, thankfully he had other plans.

The slytherin flips you around, lifting you onto the counter where he stands between your parted legs, your lips finding his. Your hands tug at his hair and his hands hook around your thighs, spreading them farther open. When he pulls away and starts lowering his body to kneel in front of you it’s like your brain just caught up to what’s going on.

“Draco, on your mother’s counter?” You whisper, your cheeks heating up over the thought of being caught by one of his parents in the open kitchen. Draco grabs your shorts and yanks them off quickly, along with your panties, leaving you bare in front of him from the waist down.

“Yes, now remember, you must be quiet. Only good girls get to cum.”

Before you could respond, his lips attach themselves to your clit, sucking on it with the perfect amount of pressure. It takes all your self control not to let out the squeal that threatened to escape. His grey eyes remain on yours and you can just make out the smirk on his lips.

His skilled tongue swirls around you, spreading your arousal as he drags it over every inch he can. Your hands are in his hair, tugging to relieve some of the pressure from not being able to make a sound.

Your body feels as if it’s on fire when he inserts the first finger, by the time he has a second one in your ears start ringing. You bite your lip so hard you may draw blood but you could care less about anything right now. His mouth moves in perfect rythm with his fingers, when he pushes them in, his tongue flicks at your clit, when he slides them out, he sucks. The pressure drives you insane.

So when you accidentally let out the moan you almost cry at how close he left you to the edge. The loss of contact is immediate.

“What did I fucking say?” He has his cock in his hand, stroking himself, “Now you don’t get to cum until I let you. Understand?” He whispers and you nod in agreement, desperate to feel him buried in you.

Draco pulls you off the counter and turns you around, back to the position you were in when this all began but this time there’s nothing in between your bodies. You feel him brushing against your slick entrance and you grind back onto him, the friction is so delicious but you need more. He grabs your ponytail and slowly slips himself in, making sure to take his time. You feel every inch as he slides in until he’s bottomed out inside of you, the only sound in the kitchen is the soft pants you both let out.

The slow rythm of his thrusts has you arching your back as you step further away from the counter, your hands hold onto the edge of it for dear life. His cock brushes against all the right spots, you’re still so sensitive from being denied an orgasm earlier that everything feels ten times as intense. Draco’s hands are everywhere, they don’t stay in one spot for too long but the way they caress your body makes you shiver.

“Oh Draco!” Your eyes open wide at your mistake, his hand is back on your mouth and he pulls you up so your back is resting on his chest, his hips never stop the steady pace he set. His other hand wraps around your throat and his lips are right by your ear.

“Such a dirty slut, you probably want them to see me fucking you.” Your moans are muffled by his hand and his grip on your throat tightens. The thrill of being caught exciting you to no end. “You’d like that wouldn’t you? Be a good whore and cum for me.”

Your body shakes as the orgasm rips through you, Draco’s hand stays clamped over your mouth and your vision goes white, if it weren’t for him holding you up your legs surely would’ve buckled. You feel him spill into you as he buries his head into your neck, quite moans of your name leaving him mouth.

Draco’s the first to move, he turns you around slowly, kisses you sweetly, and helps you clean yourself up.

“I love you.” You whisper to him.

“I love you, and this counter.” He whispers back, both of you laughing as he leans on the counter you just ruined.

You both go back up the stairs hand in hand, right at the top of the stair is none other than Lucius Malfoy, arms crossed over his chest and eyebrow raised.

“I thought I heard something.”

Oh fuck.

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[bandzhoe9194]

I drew a picture and then ended up writing a short one shot for it lol here you go 🥰 loads of fluff, hope yall like it

BTW, this hadn't been edited, I wrote it in like an hour and am now posting it, so please tell me if there's any mistakes lol it's 2 30am

Early Mornings- Terrormoo

Word count: 1105 words

Brian woke up early, a little surprised at himself. Usually he woke up at least 3 hours after Brock did, but laying there with Brock's arm still around his waist, he could understand why Brock liked waking up before him.

He carefully slid out of bed, stretching and heading to the bathroom. Once he finished his business, he went to the kitchen to make some coffee. He felt as if he needed to be extra quiet in the still, cool morning air. It wasn't even fully light out.

Once he had the coffee started, he decided he wanted to make Brock breakfast. But he didn't really know how to cook, so he was stuck. He started searching through the fridge and said a very soft "aha!" As he found a thing of cinnamon rolls. Even he couldn't fuck those up, right?

He attempted to get the cookie sheet out quietly, wincing at every tiny noise until he finally managed to get it set on his counter. He reread every instruction 3 times, determined not to mess this up for his boyfriend.

Finally he got them in the oven and he made up two cups of coffee. It was almost 7am, which was usually when Brock woke up. Leaving the cups on the bar, he headed back to the bedroom.

He paused in the doorway, entranced by the view. Brock was still sound asleep, mouth just barely open. The blanket was pooled around his feet, his expression peaceful and content.

But the best part was how the light of the morning sunrise just beamed on him perfectly, sending highlights through his short hair, accenting the color of his skin, the shadows of his face. He looked ethereal, and Brian was once again falling in love with the perfection that was his boyfriend.

He leaned against the doorway, bliss filling his heart. He still couldn't believe that this man had decided to be with him over everyone else in the world. He knew he didn't deserve Brock, but he couldn't help but just be selfish and keep him forever.

Brock stirred, but it didn't break the image. Brock would always be an angel in Brian's eyes.

Soft brown eyes blinked open, confusion and surprise turning to sleepy happiness as Brian walked closer and laid down next to him.

"Good morning Brian," Brock said softly, voice husky with sleep. Brian smiled fondly, kissing Brock's nose. "Good morning Brocky," he replied and Brock pressed a proper kiss to Brian's lips.

Brian checked the clock, a sudden thought shooting through him but he was relieved that it had only been 6 minutes since he'd walked back here. He would have sworn it'd been at least 15.

"Why are you awake so early?" Brock asked curiously and Brian shrugged. "Not sure, I just woke up. I made us coffee and put some cinnamon rolls in the oven though, they should be done soon," he said and Brock raised an eyebrow.

"You should probably go check on those, Bri. I'm going to go use the bathroom, but I'll meet you in the kitchen, okay?" He said and Brian nodded, pressing another kiss to Brock's mouth before rolling out of bed again and skipping to his feet.

He didn't know why but after having that small moment with Brock, he felt super energized, heart warm and happy.

He hurried to the kitchen, checking the timer. Less than a minute left, he'd just barely made it. He grabbed a wash cloth, not quite sure where Brock kept the oven mitts and pulled the sheet out of the oven once the timer went off.

He rushed though, the heat of the pan bleeding through the rag way easier than Brian had expected. "Ow, fuck! Goddamn shit bitch-" Brian cursed as he stuck his burnt finger tips under some cool water.

"Burned yourself, I see?" Brock said from behind him and Brian jumped, whirling around with a sheepish grin. "I didn't know where you kept the oven mitts and I thought a wash rag would be okay," he admitted defensively and Brock rolled his eyes, smiling amused as he opened a drawer right next to the oven.

"They're right here, Bri," he said, pulling at least 5 mitts out of the drawer. Brian huffed but looked back down to inspect his fingers. Brock stepped forward and gently took Brian's hands, checking his fingertips.

"You'll be fine. It'll be stiff for a couple days, but you won't die. Now, shall we frost these and enjoy our coffee?" Brock asked, kissing Brian's fingers and looking up.

Brian smiled fondly at him, nodding as he grabbed the small tub of frosting that came with the cinnamon rolls. Together they frosted them, stealing little bites and swiping frosting on each other's noses.

Brian loved this, and mentally made a promise to himself that he'd wake up earlier more often just to have more moments like this. He wasn't a morning person at all, but if mornings had things like this, Brian would definitely learn to love them.

Especially if Brock was there. Brian's eyes never left his boyfriend as he sipped at his coffee and scrolled on his laptop. There was just something about the atmosphere of an early morning with your better half, and Brian was in love.

Brock looked up, smiling questioningly at him as he caught Brian's eye. "Yes?" He asked and Brian shrugged, moving to sit next to him on the recliner armrest.

"I'm just falling in love again, don't mind me," he said quietly and Brock flushed, averting his eyes shyly.

"What do you mean?" He asked and Brian shrugged, flushing as he hadn't really meant to say that out loud. "I don't know. I just, waking up so much later, our days for me usually start with a bit more chaos, excitement and go go go, you know? But now, being so early, and then just feeling at peace with you, it's like I'm finding yet another puzzle piece that makes you you, and the more I see the more I fall," he said, playing with his coffee cup.

Brock rested his head against Brian's side, sighing contently. "I understand that. It's why I love mornings, really. And this morning? Has definitely been my favorite early morning in a very long time," he said and Brian ran his fingers through Brock's hair.

"You know, I love you," Brian said and Brock looked up, smiling. "You know, I love you too," he said and Brian leaned down and kissed Brock softly.

Yeah, Brian could definitely get used to these early mornings. Especially with Brock here.

[askaceattorney]

Dear Asexual-Deesasters,

Mod Edgeworth: 

If you want to know the answer to that question, go to this link.

Dear Skibot99,

Co-Mod: I’m fairly certain it was The Mod, but I don’t know for sure.  He actually had another one before it, made from an old Ace Attorney musical animation.  I haven’t been able to locate that video, unfortunately, but here’s the old banner:

Ah...  Those were good days.  Good days.

Dear Dawsongfg,

Co-Mod: It’s fine.  Besides, it won’t be too long before those letters are accepted, so maybe we’ll hold onto them until that time.

Dear skibot99 again,

Mod Edgeworth: The Lost Turnabout hands down. All logic is thrown out the window the moment Phoenix had amnesia. It’s clear the Judge knew something was wrong with Phoenix, so why didn’t he call for a recess or check on Phoenix? Not to mention Wellington was annoying. He’s probably the only character I would be hesitant to play as when answering letters, if only because he was so unbearable.

As for Turnabout Ablaze, I do agree that it is a drag to get through in the end, though the entire game of AAI was boring, aside from the game mechanics. As a case by itself, I wouldn’t put it as my least favorite, if only because I did get some funny parts out of it.  It also contributed to the overall story, whereas The Lost Turnabout could just be taken out and it wouldn’t effect the overarching plot.

Co-Mod: I’d probably have to go with Turnabout Big Top.  I honestly couldn’t figure out the part where you have to present Max’s poster without consulting a walkthrough.  Why couldn’t we just present Max himself?  Besides that, the ending was largely underwhelming -- the murder weapon was hidden under Acro’s blanket the entire time, but instead of seeing a screenshot of it there, we just have to imagine it.  Maybe it was a filler case, but that was no excuse for it to end so poorly.  Not to mention one of the witnesses was a literal puppet.

It’s hard truth, Trilo.  Live with it.

Dear skibot99 and Anonymous,

Mod Edgeworth: I… think I heard from her when the localization of DGS was announced? I know Mod Kristoph and Mod Maya introduced themselves when I came into the group. There’s a third person, but I only heard from her once. As for what’s going on with her… I don’t know.

As for the flooding the inbox, it’s fine. I won’t promise a letter or two won’t be deleted, but we may make an exception and I’d hardly consider 4-5 different letters flooding the inbox. However, I do highly suggest lowering your letter sending to no more than three a day to prevent deletion of your letters. The only time I’d say your letters are flooding the inbox is when you’re sending 10-20 of them, especially of the same letter, and we have to scroll down for a while to get to the next letter. We will only choose three out of that pile and delete the rest.

And yes, we do have a few that send us 10-20 of the same letter to multiple characters in the span of five minutes. Geez.

Co-Mod: Mod Paups has had to remain absent for personal reasons, and sadly, has recently communicated to me that she wishes to leave the blog entirely.  Thanks for all you’ve contributed to this blog, Mod Paups, and best of luck in whatever you do next!

(Referenced Letter)

Dear mungeondaster,

Mod Edgeworth: Since I answered this one, I shall answer your letter.

(^ Why do I always use this sprite? ^) Actually, the localization never specified if Manfred Von Karma was born in Germany or not. In fact, we never knew the German part until Justice For All when Franziska Von Karma was stated to have flown all the way from Germany. It never specifies any reason for this and fans were quick to jump to the conclusion that it means the Von Karma family were German, which… isn’t entirely true? Manfred Von Karma never said he lived in Germany and, for all we know, Franziska could’ve lived in Germany to study law or something.

Now, the OG does give us more specific detail on this, being why I answered this the way I did. In the OG, both Von Karma’s were born Japanese, but lived in America or at least have an estate there. It specified that they were originally born in Japan, which would be translated to LA, California in the localization. While using the OG canon isn’t normal here, I will use it, if the localization doesn’t specify things. In this case, it never specified if the Von Karma’s were born in Germany or if Manfred Von Karma lived in America. Since he had to wait out the Statue of Limitations for DL-6, we can assume he lived in LA for 15 years or more. That means he’s American.

I am still getting the hang of writing letters, but I try to stick to canon as much as possible. If you believe we’ve made an error in our letters, feel free to let us know, but also show proof, if we go against canon. We’ll be sure the letter is sent to the right mod or else fix it.

Dear  Bluedragoncody,

Mod Edgeworth: I... don’t know how to feel about that.

Also, I accidentally deleted your previous letter before this one when trying to post it on here. I’m so sorry about that. If you could remember it, would you send it again?

Co-Mod: I’ll just respond to this with an old classic:

Dear Aceattorneyismyjam,

Mod Edgeworth: I-I’m not a pro! I accidentally deleted an important mod question from bluedragoncody, because of my inexperience. Oof! Again, so sorry!

Granted, I am good with digital art and writing essays, but I’m still trying to get the hang of being a mod here. Believe me, I do get corrected on several mistakes I do here. I can’t really call myself a pro just yet. I’ve only just started becoming a mod here last month lol

Dear Dahlia,

Mod Edgeworth: I thank you for your support of this blog and my essay. Manfred Von Karma is also my favorite villain and someone I do feel is underestimated as a one dimensional villain. I think people hate him so much, because of how he ruined Miles Edgeworth’s life without looking at the bigger picture. They focus on the bad things with their black colored glasses without dissecting Manfred Von Karma’s character as a whole. 

One thing I love about this blog, even before becoming a mod, is that no one here ever portrayed Manfred Von Karma as the one dimensional villain. He can be snappy at times, but as proven in many of our previous letters, he’s also portrayed as being calm when threatened, polite at times and absolutely loves his wife and children. Yes, he’s a terrible person, but that’s what makes him so interesting. He’s a bad, evil person that does good things from time to time. It doesn’t justify any of his horrible deeds, murder included, but it does make him human.

Co-Mod: I’m...going to assume you’re a different Dahlia.  (I’m grabbing a Magatama of Parting just in case, though.  I’m sure you can understand.)

Anyway, thanks for being such a loyal follower!  This blog’s been through a lot of changes since it began, and since I joined it back in 2017, so I’m glad it’s still a good source of enjoyment for you.  I’ve seen all sorts of cringe by now, by the way (some of which I wrote myself), so don’t worry about it.

I’m also glad that the characters still sound like themselves and not like us.  The hilarious personalities and quirks given to them by Capcom’s writers, as well as the humanity in so many of them, make them easy to relate to, and thus fairly easy to mimic.  I may have said something like this before, but I see myself in a lot of them -- in Athena’s fear of inadequacy, in Apollo’s desire for justice in a world where it’s hard to find, in Sebastian’s confusion about where to go next after his world falls apart, and possibly even in the von Karmas’ desire for perfection.  I of course identify with their positive feelings as well -- Phoenix’s smugness when he gets things right, Athena’s joy after pulling off a victory in court, Adrian’s pride after her self-confidence is restored, etc. -- but there’s something about the struggles they face that make them easier to relate to, on top of being that much more awesome in the end.

Unfortunately, I can’t promise anything about this blog continuing on in perpetuity.  For one thing, I don’t plan on being around forever (I’m fairly certain the other Mods don’t, either), and for that matter, there’s also no telling how long Tumblr will be around.  All I can promise is that I’ll give my best while I’m here, and that the love from you and everyone else who shares it here is sure to be what keeps us going.  Thank you for your contribution!

Dear TurqouiseJavelin,

Mod Edgeworth: Hm... not bad ideas. Though, we mods choose our own mod names under the condition that it doesn’t match anyone else’s mod name.

Co-Mod: What Mod Edgeworth said.  Choosing the name “Mod Athena” may or may not increase your chances of being hired, though.  *wink, wink*

Dear Anonymous, 

Mod Edgeworth: Actually, Gregory was stated in the Autopsy to have died by a gunshot. However, you do bring up something interesting. If Gregory Edgeworth realized he was dead and last remembered Robert Hammond strangling him, he wouldn’t think “I died by the shot of a gun.” Since the Detectives weren’t aware that victim had died unconscious, they’d assume the victim would recall being shot and killed. This makes me wonder if Gregory Edgeworth was channeled, but never brought to court to be cross-examined.

There are still holes, but I do like your aspect on DL-6.

Co-Mod: Dang...  No matter how many times you come back to this game, there’s always something new to think about.  I honestly hadn’t considered those details about Yanni Yogi’s trial.  Your explanation makes the most sense to me, but there’s one other possibility regarding Gregory’s testimony -- he may have chosen to lie about who murdered him in order to protect his son from a murder charge.  That’s all open to interpretation, of course, so your guess is as good as ours.

It’s a good thing we’re not actual defense attorneys, huh?

-The Mods

[pebblysand]

[FIRST LINE TAG]

Thanks so much to @hinnyfied & @ashesandhackles for the tag! My most sincere apologies for being so late to the party.

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have fewer than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favourite opening line. Then tag some people to take part.

[side note: for the purposes of this, I'm ignoring the three-sentence stories I've recently republished on ao3, considering the first line would be 1/3 of the story itself lol].

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1. watch (the minutes tick, tick, tick and we couldn't save you) - hp - 2021

"That night, Minerva's heart is the first to skip a beat."

2. castles - hp - 2020

"May, that year, is a blur."

3. pick me, choose me, love me - hp - 2021

"The life she has, it’s the life she chose."

4. the rare firing of wild cannons - hp - 2021

"Sometimes, they row."

5. listening for that angel choir - spooks - 2021

"Mum and Dad were in love."

6. slipped (and said something sort of like your name) - hp - 2021

"In the years that follow May 1998, hundreds of thousands of words are written about the war."

7. the wolf's just a puppy (and the door's double-locked) - hp - 2021

"It's a necklace that does it."

8. ce ne sont que des cailloux - hp - 2021

"Her mother used to say that flowers bloomed in the spring - that Fleur should, too."

9. children - silk - 2017

"When she thinks about him, she thinks about them and all she sees is children."

10. daisies - silk - 2018

"The evening is dark already through the windows of her apartment; they've switched from tea to beer about an hour ago."

11. truth - peaky blinders - 2017

"Truth is: he told May he did bad things."

12. mistakes - the good wife - 2014

"He was about to leave, earlier, and that might have been a mistake."

13. dreams - the good wife - 2014

"He has dreams, lots of dreams."

14. horses made of sticks - the good wife - 2014

"She ignores it."

15. before - the good wife - 2014

"He used not to know her."

16. once - the good wife - 2013

"Once."

17. don't worry about it - the good wife - 2013

"It's done."

18. cannonballs - the good wife - 2013

"Sometimes, he feels like he’s piling up memories like layers and layers of winter clothing."

19. the things that will likes - the good wife - 2013

"He likes to watch her dress."

20. boxes - without a trace - 2013

"She stands on her tiptoes to retrieve a box from the storage room’s top shelf, struggling to keep all the others from cascading down to the floor."

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[IS THERE A PATTERN?]: Okay this was by far the most interesting exercise of this kind I've done on tumblr. I really did not think there would be a pattern and yet it couldn't be more clear, even going back to stuff I wrote almost ten years ago. All of these are short statements of fact, character rather than environment based (maybe with the exception of slipped and daisies?) and god do I write present tense. It feels like they all definitely look and sound similar.

[FAVOURITE?]: this is also an interesting exercise because while I think of some of these as my favourite opening paragraphs/scenes (probably once, children, listening for that angel choir come to mind), I've never really thought of what my favourite opening line would be on its own. This is genuinely like asking me to choose a favourite child, lol. I think I'm going to go with truth ('truth is: he told May he did bad things') because I love the structure of that fic, and I just absolutely love that scene between May and Tommy ("Oh, I do bad things, but you already knew that.") But don't quote me on it, I might change my mind later.

I reckon everyone I know has already been tagged in this, so I won't push it. @copper-dust maybe? Honestly, anyone who hasn't been tagged and wants to do it, consider yourself tagged :).

[kmpac]

Noona No More

➸ 18+

➸ Summary: You are a stylist for the biggest group in the world, which has some decided advantages, but it also has some definite distractions. The biggest of which being Park Jimin. After a performance goes slightly wrong, you get your chance to tell Jimin exactly what you think of him and turns out he has some things to say about you too.

➸ Word count: 6K

➸ Pairing: Park Jimin x stylist noona

➸ Genre: Slight Angst, Smut, Fluff if you squint

➸ Warnings: Jimin crying (it broke my heart to write it!), some foul language, dry humping, cunnilingus, fingering, unprotected sex, praise kink (because, of course!)

➸ A/N: I have been on tumblr for a while, but haven’t ever shared anything I’ve written. Being a mom in my 30s, it has been literally 15 years since I actually wrote anything, but I’ve been inspired by Jimin lately. My sweet ultimate bias. I just adore him. With the encouragement of some ARMY friends, I decided to share this. We will see what happens and if anyone reads this. Lol. I have never written warnings before, as this is my first time writing smut. I’m so sorry if I forget something. If you see anything I should add, please let me know!

Being a stylist for BigHit had some decided advantages; working for a company that cared for its employees and paid well not being the least of which. But BigHit was also full of idols who were not prima donnas, which from your 10+ years in the business had taught you was an incredibly rare feat. The worst thing you had to deal with was boys falling asleep in the styling chair or wanting to play in front of the cameras that followed them everywhere. No, you had it really good, you couldn’t deny.

That did not change the fact that being a stylist for Big Hit, and primarily being assigned to BTS had some decided disadvantages as well. Primary among these disadvantages was one – Park Jimin.

Jimin was the kind of person that would sit quietly making polite conversation with you making you feel seen and important and not like a prop in his everyday life. But he was also the kind of person that would brush just slightly too close to you as he stood from his chair and would cutely say “excuse me” with a knowing smirk as you blushed from ears to toes. In other words, he was dangerous. He was charming, sweet, sexy, funny: all the attributes to make any woman weak at the knees. Unfortunately for you, having a crush on your gorgeous idol subject was not an option if you wanted to keep your job. Not only were you required to be professional in order to carry out your duties, but it was also the road to heartbreak, and you knew it. Idols weren’t allowed to date openly, and for BTS it wasn’t only impossible with their superstar status, but was impossible due to their schedules. You knew well the hours they put into their work and had more than once blow dried and curled their hair as they fell asleep standing. They worked hard, but play was something foreign to them.

So when Jimin would flirt just before a show, you assumed it was only to get into the mindset of his stage persona, not to personally give you a heart attack. It was the only form of comfort and a wakeup call that you could offer yourself.

That was until one particular day when your whole world turned upside down.

You were backstage at an award show, curling Jimin’s hair as his sleepy chin dipped to his chest. His lips were puffy and adorable as usual and his makeup was flawless so you could barely see his cute freckles that you wished the makeup people wouldn’t hide. His complexion, too, was a bit too light, but you always attributed that to a broken sense of the beautiful in this country. Pale did not always equate to beautiful and tan could be gorgeous, like Jimin’s own natural honey skin tone that made him look like candy you could eat. Come to think of it, it was probably safer for your sanity that they did adjust his complexion, if that thought was any indication of your fragile state of mind around this man.

“You will be needing another dye job soon,” you said casually as you assumed his half asleep mind wouldn’t even register it.

Without even opening his eyes, he uttered, “will you do it, Noona?”

“If I’m the stylist on duty, of course.”

“You are the only one who is gentle. I always feel like my scalp is on fire when anyone else does it.”

“You exaggerate. And I don’t do it any different than anyone else.”

He looked up then as you were midway through a curl of the iron and grabbed your wrist, “promise you will be the one who does it, Noona.”

You were distracted by his eyes that were so much more than the colored contacts he wore. Even those couldn’t distract from how jaw dropping and gorgeous his eyes were, especially as he had some of the most honest and forthright eyes you had ever seen. This man didn’t do secrets.

“I will try,” you offered, though you knew you would do nothing of the sort. Dye days were the worst because you spent hours upon hours with one boy exclusively and you couldn’t handle that with Jimin. He was your Achilles’ Heel.

“Thanks, Noona,” he said as he closed his eyes again.

You hated him calling you Noona. It made you feel old. Sure you were both adults, but you had 7 years on him and such matches just didn’t happen in Korea. Not that it mattered, anyway, you reminded yourself as you turned to grab the hairspray, because Park Jimin would never look at you that way even if you were his age.

The boys rushed out of the room in a whirlwind shortly after with last minute checks of wardrobe, makeup and hair as they went to perform. It was always a mad house just before stage, and the boys were jumping around and singing to warm up their voices, and overall getting hyped up so they had the energy they needed to go full out. There were a lot of people there to see them, and they never disappointed.

The moment your life turned upside down though, started just as you were backstage, putting away most of your equipment and cleaning up any mess left backstage as you and your fellow stylists watched the boys performance on the monitors in the dressing room. The boys were performing Dionysus to perfection. Every move was as accurate as in rehearsal, even with the jet lag and exhaustion of the boys. They were used to it, they would say, but you always felt for them. Jimin was front and center doing his incredible solo spotlight as the boys made a V formation behind him to “Where the Party at” when it happened. Jimin’s voice squeaked and it came out rather profoundly on the monitors. The boys rarely made mistakes of any kind, or if they did it was largely overlooked by the audience, but there was no hiding this moment as he was the focal point.

You could tell by his face for that split second that he was shocked by his voice, but then he went right back to being the exceptional performer he was born to be. You forgot about it entirely until the moment the boys finished the performance and came back down the hallway to the dressing room. You were all crowded into one of the bigger rooms at the show, but even still it was hard to shove everyone in who accompanied the boys, but any crowd was quickly forgotten when you saw Jimin’s face.

He was puffy around the eyes and slightly red. His face was contorted with a grimace and there were definite tear tracks on his face. Tae had him under his arm, practically dragging him into the room. When he made it inside, he completely lost it. He started crying in earnest and fell to the floor against a wall as he shucked off his 3 million Won jacket and cast it in his makeup chair.

The makeup artist assigned to Jimin made no show of emotion as she took her kit and went to sit beside him on the floor to clean him up. She turned back toward you, who was still standing shell shocked in the middle of the room, and asked you to grab the dabbing paper from her station. You quickly went to her side and offered her the materials, which she quickly put to work. The boys would no doubt be called to stage at any time to accept one of their millions of awards they would win tonight, and there was no time for tears. You sat beside him as he attempted to get control of his emotions. RM was hovering as his stylists scurried around him and Tae was shouting praises to Jimin to cheer him up, but nothing seemed to help.

“Noona,” he said and your focus went back to his face and you saw he was looking at you as his makeup artist reapplied his eyeliner in a hurried fashion.

“Yes, Jimin?”

“I messed up. Did you see it?”

“See what?”

“Don’t joke,” he said as he adjusted his position and you tried not to make eye contact. You didn’t want him to know that, yes, you saw him, and yes, you noticed the mistake, because admitting it meant everyone saw it, everyone heard it. You wanted to distract from that, but you didn’t know how. You were quickly shuffling through a million statements you could make that would give comfort without making him feel worse, when you felt his hand slip into yours discreetly. You looked down and then straight into his eyes. What you found there had your heart beating wildly out of your chest. Such an open look of desire to be comforted, to be heard and understood, and it conveyed only a desire for honesty, and though you couldn’t ever verbalize how you knew that, you still KNEW.

You took a deep breath and looked around as all the boys and their stylists began to shuffle toward the door. Before long it would only be the three of you in here if you didn’t manage to get him up and out the door on time. His makeup artist was still going about her work with such wicked accuracy and precision that you marveled at her talent.

“You messed up?” you asked as your eyes were still on the makeup artist, “Who cares?”

As soon as the words were out of your mouth, you knew there was no going back. The makeup artist stopped her work and Jimin completely froze staring at you.

“You aren’t perfect, Jimin, and you aren’t made to be. Sometimes you are so insanely talented that I think the whole world forgets that you are just a guy. Just a man. And that’s ok.” At this you made eye contact with him and grabbed his hand more fiercely. Jimin was looking at you with a guarded expression, but his eyes were alight with tears or something else – you couldn’t tell.

“You know that, right? You know that you are perfect in your imperfections, even when you mess up?”

He blinked back at you but didn’t speak. The makeup artist looked at you and stood to leave the room to give you a moment. You couldn’t say why she did that, but some cosmic intervention must have made it happen, because as soon as she left you realized that you and Jimin were the only ones left in this room filled with half full garment racks, makeshift beauty stations and piles in every corner of the room filled with people’s belongings.

“Do you really think so?” He asked, bringing your attention back to his face.

“Think what?”

“That I’m perfect, even when I mess up.”

“Of course, I do! Life is messy, and it never goes according to plan, but that’s what makes it beautiful, people are the same.”

His eyes looked down in disappointment, but he wasn’t crying anymore so that was something, although that look made you confused as you felt like you were getting through to him, if not for that expression.

“You know, I failed my final exam in beauty school the first time.”

“You did?”

“I sure did. And if I hadn’t I wouldn’t be here.”

“What do you mean?”

You laughed at the open look of curiosity on his face, “My dream had always been to work for YG and I probably would have stayed there forever, but because I failed and my spot was taken I bounced around from job to job with company after company until no one would take me on except Bang PDnim. And now, all this time later, I’m stylist to the biggest group in the world. How is that for No More Dream?”

He smiled at you then and even chuckled lightly under his breath, but his eyes never left your face.

You looked into his open honest eyes for only a moment and yet it could have been days for how your heart began to beat out of your chest. It was one of those defining moments in life. As you looked into his perfect eyes, it was as though you were tied together in that moment, where two souls were speaking though your bodies were silent. It was not something you could verbalize and you didn’t want to. Time didn’t exist in that moment.

That is until you heard the bell alerting them of a commercial break, which would allow them the moment to go back to their seats on the stage. It woke you up and reminded you that you were still sitting on the floor with a pop star who needed to get to his seat before the gossip started. After his mistake on the stage, he didn’t need people speculating that he was backstage crying (even though it was true).

“Ok, let’s get you out there,” you said as you went to grab his bicep, which was surprisingly firm and strong for such a skinny man, but you had no time to think on it, as he interrupted you with your name. He never called you by your name.

“Wait,” he looked at you again in earnest and you felt the blush rise on your cheeks as you waited for him to say whatever he would say.

“I know you hate being the center of attention, and getting any kind of praise, but…thank you”

“You’re welcome, Ji-“

“And…I know you probably don’t feel the same way, but…” he looked behind your back at the door that now contained no one, “If this is my only opportunity, then…”

You had no idea what he was talking about and were about to turn around and head toward the door, no matter his requests for you to wait. He had to go.

But before you got fully turned toward the door, he grabbed you by your wrists and spun you to the wall behind the open door so you would be secluded, and then crashed his perfect plush lips on yours. You had often imagined what being kissed by Jimin would feel like. Soft, gentle, like pillows against your mouth, because his lips were so fluffy looking.

This was not that, though. He was rushed for time, so his lips were tight and brutal against your mouth. In a second, when you went to take a breath, his tongue was in your mouth stealing your hastily taken breath with the greed of his. His hands were in your hair, and his solid front was pressed firmly against yours. You were taken so off guard you forgot to respond to his kiss, to take advantage of running your hands through his hair that you had just styled a few hours previously and still looked gorgeously coifed. Instead you were practically paralyzed against the wall with hands at either side of your head, but as the heat of his body seeped into yours and the semi hardness in his pants connected with your softness, you gasped in pleasure suddenly.

The sound shocked him out of his trance and he stepped away apologizing profusely to you. Instead of listening to him wrongfully assume you weren’t into him, you decided to show him just how much he was wrong by grabbing him by his neck and merging your lips back together. Like two people starved of each other you grabbed and pulled and pushed with a fiery passion and one of your legs lifted off the floor to wrap around his waist as you rubbed your center against his front seeking friction from the only man you ever wanted between your legs for as long as you live. He growled and took your leg off his waist and set you back on your feet in a show of great restraint.

His head hit your chest as he tried to catch his breath and gain control back. The bell was ringing again to say the commercial break was over.

“Fuck,” he grunted out toward the floor as his face continued to be hidden from you. “I have to go back out there.”

“I wish you didn’t, but you are right and the others will be back soon,” you said referencing the other staff.

“Please know,” he said as he lifted his head and made eye contact with you, “this isn’t just physical for me.”

You took a shaky breath through your nose to gain control of your beating heart, “Same here.”

He smiled at that, wide and with his gorgeous eyes.

“I thought I was too old for you.”

He chuckled as he wiped his pants off from sitting on the floor, “I thought I was too young for you.”

He turned to leave as you heard familiar voices approaching.

“We aren’t done here,” he said as he pointed at you and then ran out of the room, just as the others returned to the room.

You stood at the door and watched him go. At the last minute, he turned and smiled at you and like the tease you always knew he was, he licked his bottom lip and bit it.

You knew you probably looked like a love sick puppy as you leaned on the doorway watching him go with a light blush on your cheeks, but you couldn’t help it.

Just before he went on stage, though, you ran out to him calling his name. As your cover you fluffed his hair that needed no fluffing, but to him you whispered, “Don’t call me noona anymore.”

He tried to hold in his laugh but leaned down as his eyes scanned the backstage to make sure no one was looking as he whispered back, “you got it baby. I’ll see you after.”

Then he winked and was gone.

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You did your level best to focus on the performances and your cleanup of the back room until the end of the show that night, but you couldn’t help but relive that kiss over and over again in your mind. You had kissed Park Jimin! The most famous idol in Korea. The literal It Boy of the country, probably of all of Asia. He was beyond beautiful, talented, kind, funny, and did you mention gorgeous? You kept stealing views of his perfect flirtatious eyes in the monitors as you packed up your belongings and shuffled to load the Big Hit vehicles for the end of the show. Every time you caught his eye, you felt like he was looking straight back at you (which was silly since you knew he was just looking into the camera to make eyes at the fans).

After the show everyone was exhausted and piled into the black tinted windowed vehicles to lead them back to their hotels. BTS got a private floor of the fancy hotel designed for performers and the famous actors who presented the awards. You on the other hand were staff, and not just staff, but support staff, not managerial staff, like Sejin who stayed in the hotel with the boys so he was on hand in case of emergencies, and not like the body guards and personal assistants to the group. You were just a stylist. Suffice to say, you didn’t expect you would see him again tonight when you went back to your budget hotel down the block from the venue. Jimin had promised he wasn’t done with you (the thought of that statement made something in your lower stomach twist, even as your legs rubbed together), but surely the circumstances being what they were, that would be impossible.

You were winding down for the evening after washing your face and brushing out your hair and were about to put on a sleep mask and turn on some late night TV program to fall asleep to when your door rattled as a heavy hand hit the door. Like any self-respecting Millennial, you were immediately terrified at the prospect of an unexpected visitor, and ironically, your mind was so full of his kiss that you were beyond astonished and taken by surprise, when you opened the door to Park Jimin in the flesh. You would have pinched yourself to wake up from your obviously delusional dream, but then he started walking in through the door without invitation.

You backed into the room surprised as he threw the keys in his hand on the table and started shucking off his boots as he closed the door with his leg.

“You drove here?”

He nodded.

“How did you even find where I was staying?”

“I’m clever, and Sejin isn’t as protective of his planner as he thinks he is.”

In a moment, you were in his arms. If he had given you time to consider the state of the hotel room, with your belongings strung out across the bed, including your bra and underwear you planned to wear the next day, and your cosmetics strewn across the countertops and tables, you might have been embarrassed. Instead, he was like a man possessed as he took advantage of your surprise, like he had done that afternoon at the show, as well. In a rare moment of confidence, you wondered if he had imagined being with you like this as many times as you had imagined being with him.

His mouth encapsulated yours like he was afraid you would run away if he stopped. You were so incredibly consumed, you didn’t have one thought of stopping him. It was like a dream come true. And having him in this intimate environment that smelled like you and was filled with your things after the previous night’s stay, you felt your whole body come alive.

His hands were in your hair, but his arms were so tightly wrapped around you that every inch of your body felt sealed in his arms. As he walked with you in his arms toward the bed, you only had time to think about how good he smelled, like citrus and some kind of flower. In a word, he smelled delicious. And his body was so solid against yours, and hair and skin were so soft, which you knew because you couldn’t stop your hands from devouring him even as your mouth was completely drowned in his lips.

And GOD his lips. Were there two such lips anywhere else in the world that tasted, felt, and looked this beautiful? Not that you could see them right now as your eyes were rolled back in your head in ecstasy, especially as he drove his stiff shaft into your clothed center. You moaned wantonly and he pulled away to stare in your eyes. His face flushed and lips swollen, even more than usual, as he lay you down on the bed and leaned over you.

“Is this ok?” he asked and you sputtered out a yes in reply as his smiling face fell to devour you once again.

His hands began to loosen the ties on your robe and he slowly ground his heavy anatomy into your clit, which only furthered the fire in your belly.

“Please,” you started chanting as he ripped your robe open and quickly took up residence on your unclothed chest like a man starving. You whined wantonly, who could blame you? You had to remind yourself again that Park Jimin was the one currently running his perfectly pointed tongue over your pert nipple. As he did he moaned in a voice so deep you would have believed it was someone else if not for the evidence before you. His hands were soft as they ran across your sides and your ribs and gripped with his ring clad fingers on your waist. You found yourself growing wetter by the second as you imagined him bruising your hips with those ring clad fingers. It was a thought you often had when you watched his fingers wrap around his microphone when he performed.

“I can’t control myself,” he said, bringing you out of your trance. “If you don’t want this, tell me so now.”

“I want this!” you practically screamed as you lifted your hips to grind against his clothed member. He practically growled in response as he pulled away and stared at your unclothed body. He started to slowly remove his jacket and unbutton his white button up shirt. For your part, you lifted onto your elbows to drink him in, as you pulled your robe from underneath of you and threw it across the room. You were still wearing your underwear (thank god they were cute ones) but your upper body was bare and your hair was draped in what you hoped was a seductive way. He was biting his lip, meanwhile and slowly untucking his shirt from his pants as he, one arm at a time, removed his shirt. It was so hot and sultry, you felt another gush of liquid between your legs as you moaned. Jimin, for his part, seemed to grow more bold and flirtation the more you seemed to enjoy yourself. With the grace of a dancer, he stood to his full height as he finished shucking off his shirt and tossing it across the room. Until that moment you had been fully concentrated on his eyes, but you couldn’t deny that his perfectly sculpted stomach and chest were a very welcome distraction. You had never seen anything so perfect before in your life. From his honey skin, soft and smooth and free of blemish, to his dusky nipples that made your mouth water, you were ready to eat him alive right then and there. You lifted to do just that as you took in his muscular stomach and his sexy tattoo. Your hands followed the trail of your eyes and it took no time to dig in to the feast laid before you.

Your tongue was currently swirling around his perfect nipple, when a particularly high keening noise left Jimin’s mouth. His enjoyment encouraged you to be even more bold as your hand found the front of his trousers. He took a big inhale as your hand connected with his member. The softness of his balls as you brushed them made it even more extreme of a contrast as your hand connected with his engorged manhood. It made your mouth water as you imagined taking it into your throat.

With that thought you pulled away to make quick work of his pants. Jimin was vibrating, practically, with anticipation as his hands joined yours in removing his slacks. His belt flew across the room, and his pants and boxer briefs came off in one shot like lightning. Your eyes again devoured the man, and for the rest of forever you knew you would never see anything as beautiful as a naked Jimin. He blushed slightly as you took him in from head to toe. He knew what he looked like, but obviously was not used to being appraised so fully. His blush only increased his sexiness, so you decided to tell him.

“You are literally the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.”

His smile could have outshined the sun and in that moment you promised yourself that you would make an effort to be vocal with him to keep that smile on his face.

Now, with only your underwear as a barrier, you both finally realized the gravity of the situation as things got more serious. You began to crawl backward on the bed, as he went on hands and knees to chase you up the bed. You bit your lip and whined at the intensity in his eyes, and he growled at your wanton behavior.

In a second he was back on you and now his unclothed dick was the star as he rolled his hips into your center. You were already so close, it was embarrassing, but you didn’t even care. You wanted him: carnally, emotionally, in any way he would give you himself and you would thank him for any shred of it.

“More baby,” you heard yourself beg, “please, more! I want more, Jimin!”

His lips met yours as he gripped onto your lower lip and bit it, causing you to whine again.

“What do you want from me, Jagiya?”

Your eyes shot open at the use of that word, but it only brought a warmth in your heart as you answered his question.

“I want you to make love to me, Jimin. Please…”

He wasted no time as he descended down your body with open mouth kisses. His pillow lips making you so crazy you thought you could probably just come from his kisses, but he went too quickly down your body and before you knew it he was biting into your underwear to pull them down your legs.

You lifted up to watch and what you saw made your heart explode and your lower lips vibrate in anticipation. There before you were the eyes of a man possessed as he stared straight into your soul and his mouth wrapped around the lace of your underwear.

God he was sexy. He always had been, but nothing had prepared you for this. He hadn’t even brought you to orgasm yet and you were already certain that he was a sex God.

As your thoughts swirled with his perfection, his glorious lips took up the position of your underwear as he slowly but surely wrapped his perfect lips around your throbbing nub. Your panting intensified and you found your hands fisting in the sheets as he began to suck. In between sucks, he would moan about how wet you were for him and instead of being embarrassed you felt sexy and powerful. Jimin had the incredible ability to make you forget his status in a moment of passion and only feel how much he worshiped you. Or at least that was what he did to you.

His fingers meanwhile, found your entrance and as your lips quivered he plunged a ringed finger deep into your hole without warning. You whined loudly as you threw your head back in ecstasy against the pillows. You felt him moan into your nub as you did so, which only intensified your internal struggle. You began panting his name as he continued to assault your nub with licks and sucks as his curved tongue would periodically flick out and tease your lower lips, whilst his first finger took a completely different rhythm, driving into you with abandon. The contrast of feelings and intensity brought you to orgasm faster than you thought possible. With a gasp, and a sharp inhale, you felt your silent scream as it racked your body with shivers. As you came down, and the sensations began to settle into over sensitivity, Jimin’s tongue licked up your liquid heat like it was ice cream. He even sucked on his first finger from ring to tip as he sighed into it at the taste of your release.

You think you might be in love.

In no time he was climbing up your body and smiling at your ecstatic face. You were so fucked out, you had no thought to be embarrassed. Instead you hooked your legs on his perfect ass and pulled him into you.

“Put that perfect dick in me this instant,” you told him as you were out of breath.

“As you wish,” he giggled. With no hesitation he drove himself into you harshly, causing both of you to exhale a fluttered breath. His forehead made contact with your own in an intimate gesture as his perfect lips pouted out to connect with your lips in a feather light kiss. You could have cried at the intensity of his gaze as he slowly began to pump in and out of you.

His dick WAS perfect, as you had said. Just the right size, not too big, not too small, and thick to stretch you in all the right places. And more importantly, he knew how to use it. He lifted one of your legs to drape across his shoulder as he ground himself deep inside of you. You had always been completely convinced that the G spot was a mystical imaginary body part, made up by women who couldn’t tell the difference between an internal orgasm and a clit instigated orgasm, but you stood corrected. As his hips rolled in a movement you had often seen when he was on stage (though admittedly, had never seen quite like this!) you felt that foreign fire burning beneath his pressure. You were about to explode again as Jimin’s hips quickened. You watched his stomach muscles clench and pull taught over and over as his wave motions grew quicker by the second and his moans grew in intensity.

“Fuck, I forgot a condom!” He shouted even as his motions grew more rapid.

“I’m on the pill. Shut up and fuck me!” You panted as you met his movements with your hips.

“God, you feel so good, Jimin.” He moaned at your praise, so you continued practically in a whine, “you are so fucking sexy, I want all of you! I’m so close again. Your dick is perfect! You are amazing! Oh my God!”

And just like that you both grew silent as you crashed over the abyss together. Your high pitched squeal came out even as your lips quivered and squeezed him of every last drop. He meanwhile groaned into your neck as his cock spluttered out the last of his cum into your waiting heat.

It took a while before you regained your breath enough to speak and when you did, you instantly felt embarrassed at the openly affectionate look on his face.

“I couldn’t wait to have you. As soon as you said it wasn’t just physical for you either, I’ve thought of nothing else.”

“I guess I should have trusted you when you said you would find me after,” you laughed, as you brushed his hair away from his face as he fell down beside you. His member was slowly decreasing in size, but you made no effort to remove him from inside of you.

“You should always trust me when I make a promise,” he said with intensity in his eyes, but immediately turned shy, like the humble duality king you knew him to be. “I hope it is ok that I came here.”

“Obviously!” you said much too quickly and much too loudly, causing Jimin to giggle and whisper ‘cute’ under his breath.

“I didn’t plan to come here just to attack you, but then I saw you and I couldn’t resist.” His eyes were on fire and completely set on you.

“I’m glad you did,” you said with a blush as you looked at your hands as you covered your face, “I’m afraid I would have been a mess if you hadn’t broke the ice, so to speak.”

“Why?” He asked earnestly and you almost laughed at how clueless he seemed.

“You have to be kidding.” When he didn’t respond, you sat up and looked him straight into his eyes as he lay back against your pillows. “You are Park Jimin, Lead Vocalist and Main Dancer of the Biggest Band in the world. It Boy of Korea, and literally the sexiest man alive.”

He smiled cockily at that last comment and asked you if you really thought so, but when you quieted him, he turned more sober.

“I get it. But all those things mean is I’m completely unavailable. My life is my job. I don’t have a lot I can offer.”

You tried to contradict him, but he stopped you with a hand on your mouth.

“Despite this…I find myself wanting to risk it all to be near you. I’ve been trying to get your attention for months, ever since you took a more primary role on my styling. I won’t lie to you, you are beautiful, gorgeous even, but I try my best not to pay attention to beautiful faces when I know it isn’t a good idea to get involved, but then you say things to me that completely change my outlook on something, or heal me with just a word, and I can’t help it…”

You were frozen in a seated position on that bed. Your cheeks were on fire at hearing this confession, and you opened your mouth to return the praise, but he stopped you with a kiss.

“Will you let me call you Jagiya? Can I be with you despite all the challenges?”

You opened your mouth to speak, but he stopped you again.

“Before you answer, please think about it. We won’t be allowed to have a regular relationship. Not only will we have to be secretive with the outside world, but we will have to be secretive with the company as well. It’s never explicitly said, but I’m not publicly allowed a relationship, and in the eyes of the company this means – they don’t want to know about any exploits we have. As such, even at work, we will have to keep it a secret. Are you ok with that?”

Even with these challenges, you didn’t even hesitate when you accepted him, just as he is and promised to have him in whatever way he was able to give you.

With that he smiled like a man truly content, and his eyes swam with unshed tears, as he fell down beside you in bed. His chin upon your shoulder, as his lips coasted across your neck.

It didn’t take long for things to escalate again.

To say the least, you didn’t sleep much that night. Nor would you again for the foreseeable future.

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Omg. Requests are open. I'm so happy. Can I have rfa and minor trio helping their kid with math homework? Like these adult people vs. math. Thank you and have a nice day

RFA + Minor Trio helping their kid with Math 

Hello my love! I love these kind of requests and I was so happy to write it! I hope you enjoy it! Tell me your opinion!

Jumin

,,Mommy…?’’ a young boy called through the penthouse, getting out of his room and walking towards the door of his parent’s bedroom.

Just when he was about to open the door, the boy’s father quickly stepped out.

,,Mommy is sleeping. She’s not feeling well, did something happen?’’ Jumin asked his son and took him in his arms.

Usually, his son would play alone in the afternoon for half an hour or do his homework and then spend some time with his family, but today he was pretty long alone in his room.

,,I need mommy,’’ he repeated.

,,I don’t understand Math,’’ the boy whimpered, tears in his eyes.

,,Daddy will help you since Mommy needs to rest. You will be a big brother soon, that’s why Mommy needs to sleep a lot,’’ Jumin told him and took his son and went into his room.

Jumin looked at the worksheets.

,,So, Mommy is in one room and I join, how many people are there?’’ Jumin asked him.

His son looked at him with panic.

But then the young father had an idea.

He got up and returned a few seconds later with a few sweets in his hand.

,,Here, have one,’’ he said and saw how happily his son took the candy.

,,Do you want to have this candy too?’’ he asked him then.

,,How many candies would you have had then?’’ he kept asking his son.

Finally, the young student understood the question and with his father he kept working on his homework.

Zen

,,MOOOOOOOMMMMMYYYYYY!’’ a little white haired girl ran through the house, her book in her hands.

,,Baby, psssst…’’ Zen quickly caught his sunshine and kissed her.

,,Mommy is trying to get Hana to sleep,’’ he explained and kissed his ten year old.

He then asked her if she wanted to show him anything.

He was surprised when she proudly showed him her homework. However, everything was wrong.

,,Come, baby, let’s go over it together,’’ Zen said and carried his princess into her room and sat next to her.

He first erased her wrong answers and then slowly asked her, ,,Imagine you have to count the number five, five times… take a piece of paper and draw five circles,’’ he told her.

She followed his instructions and then looked at him.

,,So, now we have to count them five times,’’ he explained.

,,One… two… three… twenty… twenty-one… twenty-five…?’’ she asked him, looking at him.

,,Right! Twenty-five!’’ he smiled and patted on her head.

He thought that it was kind of cute that her solution was fifty-five.

And so, father and daughter tried to solve all the problems together.

Yoosung

Yoosung looked at his daughter’s worksheet.

Since when did children have such difficult questions? He asked himself and tried to look up a tutorial to help his fifteen year old son.

,,Okay,’’ he mumbled and paused the video.

His son was unmotivated, bored, and depressed that he couldn’t solve that one question.

,,I got it, son. Together, we can do it!’’ Yoosung tried to stay positive.

Indeed, Yoosung could explain the task and didn’t even fail at finding a solution. 

,,We have ten balls: two red, three white, and five blue. The probability of getting a blue ball is five to ten since we have ten balls in total and five balls which are blue,’’ he explained and drew a picture.

His son nodded as he began to understand what his father tried to tell him.

Half an hour later, they finally finished with the homework.

,,You were good! I will give you a cookie for your hard work!’’ Yoosung praised.

Since then, his son always asked his father for help when there was something that he didn’t understand in his homework.

,,I feel as if I am in school again,’’ he whined one night at you while you giggled.

Jaehee

,,Oh dear,’’ you sighted as you looked at the question over and over again.

You hated these kinds of questions.

You were just as depressed as your daughter.

Spending half an hour on a question with only three points, wasn’t the best start.

Luckily, Jaehee saw that both of you were helpless and quickly joined you on this beautiful Saturday afternoon.

,,So, you have these three lines and they are parallel, aren’t they?’’ she asked both of you and quickly could tell you what the task was about.

Indeed, this seemed to be pretty easy for Jaehee.

,,Okay, you will be in charge of math and I will take over everything else. Just don’t make me work on math ever again!’’ you laughed and got up, ready to go for a walk with your beautiful family after working on the hard question for such a long time.

Saeyoung

You expected Saeyoung to be good in math.

But you never thought that he would be that good.

You just spend half an hour on a single task, reading and reading the same question over and over again.

However, you didn’t understand anything.

Your twin girls looked at you.

,,Yesterday you said that mom knows everything,’’ one of your red haired angels told you.

You didn’t want to disappoint them, but for god’s sake, this single question was making you nervous.

It was as if someone would tell you that the sun is yellow and the house is green and ask you how long they took to build up the city.

,,I am home!’’ Saeyoung said after coming home, kissing his girl’s heads and your soft lips.

With a glance, he looked at the topic of his children’s homework.

,,I love this topic! LOLOL, this answer here is wrong,’’

And with that, you demanded that he explain the task to you, his children, and at some point, friends of his daughters.

And you were really glad that Saeyoung was by your side, supporting you as a wonderful father.

Saeran

Helpless.

This was the only thing Saeran felt when he looked at all the numbers of his daughter’s worksheet.

He gulped. 

He was good at hacking and he was good at math, but this was totally bullshit.

He looked at the clock. You were still away for a few more hours.

,,Daddy, you don’t need to if you don’t get it either,’’ his little girl mumbled and was about to close the book and put away her stuff.

,,Don’t worry, I will try it again,’’ he whispered and read the task over and over again.

He tried to write down the most important information of the question and wrote them down.

Step by step, he tried to solve the mystery until he succeeded.

Finally, the solution seemed to be logical.

,,Now, step by step, that’s their question and here is what they give you,’’ he began to explain.

The both of them began to work on the three pages his daughter had as homework.

When you came home, a big smile was on your face.

You softly brushed Saeran’s cheek and kissed your daughter’s head as their sleeping faces laid over their hard work.

Jihyun

,,I wanna go to mommy,’’ Lucy said. A few tears dripped down on her book as she held the pen with a trembling hand.

,,I know, Lucy,’’ Jihyun began.

,,But first, we need to work on these tasks and then I promise that we can go to mommy and your little brother in the hospital, yes?’’ he asked his adopted girl.

The girl looked at him and nodded.

Jihyun knew that the relationship between mother and daughter was different, but he never knew that there could be such a big difference.

And so, the mint haired man sat next to his daughter and observed his daughter’s studies.

,,Lucy, are you sure that 365 divided 5 is 74?’’ Jihyun asked her.

She looked at him and all over again she made the same mistake.  

,,Look,’’ he told her and took a pen in his hand and wrote down the question.

,,If you write down 365: 5, and you only take 36 : 5, you get the number…?’’ Jihyun waited.

,,Seven…?’’ she asked him.

Her father nodded.

,,So, we write down 365 : 5 = 7, but there isn’t a 36 in the multiplication of 5, right?’’

,,No, there’s just  5, 10, 15, 20, 25, 30, 35, and so on,’’ Lucy mumbled.

,,Perfect! So, below the 36 you write down 35. You subtract the numbers and take down the 15.

How often does 15 go into 5?’’ he asked.

Finally, Lucy understood what her father wanted to tell her and since then she calculated the problem his way.

Btw, it should look like that ( I sat 5 minutes at that question because I got confused)

365: 5 = 73

35

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  15

  15

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Vanderwood

You rubbed your temples and stroked your belly as your son kept crying.

Suddenly your husband stepped in, asking the both of you what was happening.

,,I…I can’t help him anymore, Vanderwood,’’ you began to sob.

Vanderwood patted your head and told you to go to rest since you were already eight months pregnant.

,,The hero of the day will explain the question to him,’’ he told you, trying to make you feel better.

As soon as you stepped out, Vanderwood asked his son if crying would make him intelligent.

,,No? Then stop sobbing. I’m here to help you,’’ Vanderwood said, muting his son in lighting speed.

,,Look,’’ he began.

,,If you draw a point here, here, here, and there, and connect them, it gives you this curve right?

So now we need to use X to find out the calculation for this point,’’ he went on.

,,Let’s calm down and search for an easy walkthrough,’’ Vanderwood told him.

Indeed, the both of them found a way and could easily work on all the questions that were left.

Vanderwood tried his best to teach his son so that he would do well in the exam, which was around the corner.

And even though you couldn’t support them mentally, you decided to bring over some snacks and help them in your own way.

This was really funny, I used my mother as an example. My dad never successfully taught me maths XD I always began to cry with him, lol and I still do because I HATE MATH!

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Thank you so much to @herosofmarvelanddc @cloudypaws and @mtab2260 for the tag! This was so much fun to think about :)

(fair warning, I wrote too much for many of these...)

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

Just 2 :)

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

450,577 if I did my math right!

3. How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

Officially? Just 1 - Agents of Shield (two, I guess, if you count MCU as separate, since I use characters from both...). Off the record, many more than that! I have lots of bits and bobs from other fandoms that I tinkered with when I was younger, still getting the hang of writing, not brave enough to post things, etc. etc. Some of those include X-Men, Harry Potter, Percy Jackson, the Fosters, Star Wars, the Hunger Games, the 39 Clues, and a few others I can’t remember. None of those will likely see the light of day, mostly because they’re unfinished, not very good, and just not reflective of who I am as a writer anymore, but they were fun to play around with at the time :)

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

I just have the two, but The Important Thing is to Try wins, hands down, with 1227. Shoulder to Shoulder has 95, though, which I’m also very proud of! Important Thing has a definite advantage, being as long as it is, so I don’t know if that’s really a fair comparison between them.

5. Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

Yes! Or at least, I always try to! I just can’t believe someone would be kind enough to take the time to tell me what they thought of my story, so I always want to take the time to thank them and return the favor :) Plus, as I’ve learned, it’s a fantastic way to get to know some really lovely people!

6. What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

Well... I technically only have one story that has an ending, at least on Ao3, and it’s not an especially angsty one, since it ends in Phil and Melinda getting married :) I have some angsty chapter endings in Important Thing, if that counts? I’m not even sure if any of my unpublished fiddlings have angsty endings (most don’t have endings at all lol)... I don’t mind writing angst, but I don’t know if I’m capable of making something without a happy (or at least hopeful) ending.

7. Do you write crossovers? If so, what is the craziest one you've ever written?

Not really, unless you count AoS/MCU crossovers (which I guess technically count, but also I would argue it’s not a true crossover since (and I will die on this hill) AoS is a part of MCU canon). When I was younger I was a fan of playing around with crossover AUs more so than the actual characters crossing paths (so like, what if these characters from XYZ were demigods or went to Hogwarts or what have you, and not so much what would happen if the X-Men met Luke, Leia, and Han on one of their space adventures). I started writing a crossover between AoS and the Marvel Rising cartoon once (which again, not sure if that’s a true crossover, since Daisy was in Marvel Rising, but I digress), where Coulson tasks Daisy to work with Kate Bishop and Rayshaun Lucas to collect and train a team of young Inhumans, starting with Kamala Khan, but I ran out of steam pretty quickly when it got too plot heavy.

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

I don’t think so. I’ve had some people not understand some choices that I made, but they asked it in a way that I thought was perfectly nice, and I was happy to talk about it with them. Sometimes people get “mad” at me when I cause pain and suffering, but I know that’s all in good fun :)

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Nope, not for me. I don’t read it or write it, personally. Writing a kiss is hard enough!

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge! Important Thing is probably too long and unwieldy to ever steal :P

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Someone once asked me on FFN if they could translate Important Thing to Russian, which was basically the coolest thing I’ve ever been asked!

12. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

A fic, no. I’d love to try sometime! I had a friend in college who I co-wrote with A LOT, though, so I know I enjoy that process, given the right partner. We wrote several short plays together (ranging from ~15-50 minutes in length, including one that we wrote in a single afternoon!), selected scenes from a larger (unfinished) play inspired by historical letters we found in an archive that were sent between a man from Massachusetts serving in the American Civil War, his wife, and his 8-year-old son, and several scripts for TV sitcoms (2 pilots for 2 different shows, plus additional eps for those pilots, and a couple of later eps for a different show that a classmate of ours wrote the pilot for - we were trying to practice what it would be like to be on a staff with a showrunner haha). The sitcom scripts in particular I’m very proud of, and could talk somebody’s ear off about if asked (one’s about ghost hunters and one’s about a DnD party!), but maybe that’s better saved for another post ;)

13. What's your all-time favorite ship?

That’s a very hard question for me! Mostly because shipping stuff is usually one of the last things to register for me when I’m thinking about shows/books/movies I like haha... I’m always a sucker for Philinda, and younger me was rather taken with Percabeth, I suppose.

14. What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

Hmm, several, really. The aforementioned AoS/Marvel Rising crossover I think could be really cool if I got it to work, but I don’t think that’ll ever happen. I also have a WIP that’s like an angstier version of a Hallmark Christmas movie AU where Daisy has to come home to her small town right before Christmas and figure out what she wants out of life, but I’m a little stalled out on that one, mostly because I’m waffling on who the charming love interest should be and because I don’t have enough of a plot, just lots of feelings about coming back home to a place you thought you had left behind lol.

I’d put Important Thing and it’s (as of yet) untitled sequel on here as things I want to finish, but I’m much more determined to see those through, so I don’t think they qualify for the “never will actually write” part of this question :)

15. What are your writing strengths?

I don’t know if other people agree with this, but I think I write pretty decent dialogue. My “training” (if you can call it that) is in, as you might have figured out by now, script and screenplay writing (those were the only creative writing classes I took in college). So having a sense of the rhythm a conversation needs to have and how to write dialogue that sounds mostly like how people really talk (but shined and tightened up enough so that it’s not actually like verbatim dialogue, which is far less interesting to read!) is something that I feel like comes pretty easily. I also think I do okay with similes and metaphors - my brain tends to work in that way. It’s easier for me to think of stuff (feelings, especially) in terms of comparing it to more familiar things than to just think of the thing directly, if that makes sense?

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

If I was being honest, this would be a very long section, but I know it’s not fun to read a big ol’ paragraph of someone self-criticizing, so I’ll keep it to one or two items ;) A big one for me is pacing, I think. I tend to write more than I need to and to over-explain things, so my chapters get very long and sometimes don’t really go anywhere? Until all of the sudden, they DO, because things need to HAPPEN! I’m a pretty rigorous self-editor, but I do have a really hard time cutting out sections (unless they’re really just not working), so even if it would help the pacing to leave out this conversation between character A and character B, I often can’t make myself cut it. I also think I struggle sometimes with balancing my ‘showing’ and my ‘telling,’ especially in the sense of me over-explaining certain things - like when it comes to feelings/facial expressions/etc, for example. I compensate for that in Important Thing by making it a part of a few people’s POV, but it’s not really a good habit to have in general. Also spelling! I’m really bad at spelling and run my stuff through robust spellchecks and text-to-speech before I post anything to make up for it :)

17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I do it with some regularity, although I always get nervous about doing it wrong! It’s hard to avoid in AoS, where characters are spies and should (in theory, at least) have a working knowledge of multiple languages (”We’re spies, I thought we all learned languages?!”). Even in an AU, where characters aren’t spies, I like to try and pay homage to that, plus pay homage to certain characters’ native languages or just general multilingualism. I’ve spent a fair amount of time around people who speak more than one language, so I feel like it’s a natural part of groups of people to have more than one language spoken. I have a pretty good handle on written Spanish, a patchy idea of French, plus I know some Russian phrases from my dad and some German words from my grandfather, but I do rely on internet translation a lot. I usually run stuff through google, then run it backwards to see just how far off the initial translation was, then consult some actual, like, language learning sites to see if there’s particular idioms or common phrases that use different words than what google will give me, then run those words through backwards in the place of the original words to see if I can massage the whole thing to sound reasonably competent. Languages like Russian or Mandarin (which have their own alphabets/characters) are the hardest, since I have to also try and do a transliteration. I always try to put an apology/disclaimer in the notes any time I write in a language that isn’t English, because I’m sure I make lots of mistakes.

Also, I tend not to italicize words that are in other languages, because it looks weird on the page to me to set the other language apart like that (and because I italicize mainly for internal thoughts or emphasis, and usually what’s being said in another language isn’t internal or being emphasized). I put a rough translation at the end so we don’t have to pause the story for a parenthetical translation, but because the translation’s not right there, I try to either put in enough context clues that a person can still understand what’s going on, or I make sure that what’s written in another language isn’t critical to the overall understanding of the scene.

18. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Officially, it’s AoS, since that’s the only fandom I’ve published for. I think the first true fandom I wrote fic for was probably either Harry Potter (entirely populated with OCs lol, I just liked using the world/setting), Percy Jackson (a mix of OCs and canon characters), or X-Men (all canon characters). I was a bit of a latecomer to fanfiction, though, like, I wrote a ton as a kid, but mostly original stuff, because I didn’t know that fanfiction in its current form was even allowed until I was in high school lol.

Oh! I almost forgot one! I’m not sure if this really counts as a fandom, but it’s definitely the earliest version of fanfic I wrote haha... I was like 12 and I wrote more than one story of an OC joining Robin Hood’s band of Merry Men, and then also one of that same OC becoming a knight of the Round Table, so like... do what you will with that information haha.

19. What's you're favorite fic you've written?

I can’t choose between my two darlings :( I mean, okay, technically it’s probably Important Thing. That story’s my baby. It’s huge and I’ve been working on it for almost 2 years, and I’ve poured a lot of my heart and soul into it. I’ve fallen in love with the universe I built in it, so much so that I wrote an entire prequel and have very concrete plans for a lengthy sequel. But I can’t not crow about Shoulder to Shoulder (the aforementioned prequel!), too... I’m just really proud of that one - it has a lot of firsts for me. First completed story. First romance-focused story. First foray into expanding the Important Thing universe. But yes, if I have to choose, then Important Thing wins. That’s a story that I started writing exclusively for myself - to give myself characters I could relate to and to explore a style of AoS fic that I loved reading - and that’s a story I will always and forever be proud of.

I think most people have probably answered this tag game at this point, so I don’t want to accidentally retag anyone! If you haven’t yet, and would like to join in, please do! This is your invitation <3

[jawritter]

You and Me..

Chapter 2

***SERIES WARNINGS**** Rape, non-con, male!rape, injury, violence, description of injury caused by rape, nightmares, self-harm, panic attacks, implied female non-con, language, ass hole Jensen, hurt!Jensen, dark fic, smut. If there is anything else I will add it as I go.

***Chapter Warnings*** This chapter is pretty light. Mentions of death of characters parents, Jensen is a little bit of an ass, language, that’s pretty much it. 

Word Count: 2057

Pairing: Jensen Ackles X Reader, Jared x reader, OFC Steve x Reader, OFC Justin x Reader.

A/N: When I originally wrote this chapter I didn’t even know who Steve Carlson was, so the Steve in this story isn’t him lol. Oddly enough I wrote this before I even really knew he was making an album lol. Anyway, all mistakes are mine, please don’t copy my work, Feedback is golden. If you want to be added to the series tag list, or my tag list just let me know! I hope you enjoy this one. After this chapter things tend to start to pick up a little.

Summary: It’s funny how one choice you made can change your whole life. One mistake can alter your course, and set you on a path that forever will haunt you. Two people find themselves getting through one of the hardest trials of Jensen’s life, on just one small promise. You and Me. We’ll get through it together…

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You woke up, much like you do every morning, with the alarm clock going off obnoxiously on your bedside table.  Mornings were never your thing, but the bills weren't going to pay themselves. You rub your face hard, trying to force your eyes to focus, and your body to stay awake even though it was putting up one hell of a fight. It wants sleep, and you so desperately want to give it just that.

Finally, after about 15 minutes you roll yourself over and stand up next to the bed, looking around your messy room. You had just moved back to Austin not all that long ago. You had always lived in Texas in one place or another, but just one family vacation to Austin when you were a teenager and you were in love with the city. So as soon as you graduated high school you wasted no time in putting your application in for the University of Texas.

Much to your surprise, and a few others, you were accepted. You had wanted to major in either writing or music. Everything went great for about the first semester. Your grades were good. You worked nights at a local bar, much like a lot of your classmates,  and spent your days in classes. You had new made friends, and you were finally starting to get your foothold in life. Well, that's what you thought anyway.

At the end of your first semester of college, your mother was diagnosed with stage 4 liver cancer. When your family called you moved back to your home town, dropping everything to be with your family. Your mother and you were very close. There was no way you were going to stay away while she fights this demon that they call cancer.

It was a long fight. Over and over again she defied the odds of the doctors and everyone around her. Still, after a long five-year battle she lost her fight with the disease. Once the funeral was over you knew it was way too late to go back to college. You had taken some online courses though, and gotten your degree in creative writing while you were at home taking care of your mother.

You and your father had never really gotten along, so staying home wasn't going to be an option. With all that in mind, you did the only thing you knew to do. You made the move back to Austin in the same month as your mother's funeral. Your father had over the years fallen into alcoholism. He'd always fought it, but after your mother's death, it only got the best of him. You weren’t going to stick around and watch him destroy himself.

Last year he straightened out a curve on the way home. He never survived the crash. Your brother had him cremated. He didn't even bother calling you, and telling you till it was all over. Your brother wasn't happy about you leaving home. He blamed you for your dad's struggle with the bottle after mom died, but that wasn't your fault. You didn't put a funnel in his mouth and make him drink. No one twisted his arm. He did it all on his own.

For the past three years, you had been renting an apartment in downtown Austin. It was a small, just a studio apartment, but it was all you needed. You had also landed a job at a small recording stupid in Austin. Even though you loved writing, and still did it on the side, you hadn't gotten your break yet. Music was your passion. It was what got you up in the morning, and helped you make it through the day. It was your therapy. Your outlet. Your escape from this shit existence that was your life.

You had slowly worked your way up In the studio. Starting with getting coffee, and cleaning behind the artist that came in to record. It didn't take long for Steve, your boss, to see that you had a good ear for music. He put you helping in the recording booth not long after you started.

Today you were informed that there would be a new local artist coming in to start his recording process and you were put on his beat. They didn't tell you his name, but they did say that you would probably recognize him. Even though he was local, he was famous, but they didn’t tell you who he was in order to keep rumors down the only one who knew who was coming was Steve. They made you swear not to tell anyone that he was recording, telling you that he wanted it to stay a secret until the album was done. That's why he chose a local recording studio instead of some big one in California.

As you walked to the studio this morning your nerves were vibrating. Justin, another sound tech that would be working with you today, greeted you at the door.

"You ready Y/N?" he asked, greeting you with a smile over his shoulder.

"Ready as I'll ever be," you tell him, putting your purse under the counter in the lockbox you all used and turning your phone on silent. No outside noises were ever allowed in the studio.

"Well I hate to put more on us than we already got, but there are two things you need to know before the artist gets here today. First, Jennifer, the girl that normally does the coffee, drinks, and whatever else the artist needs isn't going to be here today, her son has strep. Second, Steve will also be sitting in on today's session," he said, looking at you apologetically. 

You hated working with Steve. He was such a jerk when it came to recording time. He wanted everything done too quickly. Always in a rush to make a deadline instead of taking his time, and getting the best recording.

Jennifer being gone, and two other guys in the sound room with you means that you will most likely be stuck on snake detail for this artist, and whatever bunch of groupies he's bringing with him all day.

"Lovely,” you said with a sarcastic eye roll. Justin continued to look at you apologetically.  

“It's cool, let's just get this started. I'll get the recording room ready. How many are in his party today?" you asked, waiting for the answer that you dreaded the most.

"Only one other guy will be coming with him today from what I understand. Today is gonna be a lot of met and discuss. From what I understand there will be a guest singing on this album too. So it's probably a good thing Steve's gonna be here. If this guy is a prick then Steve can handle him." 

Justin's attitude toward the whole situation cracked you up. Apparently, he was just as excited about this as you were.

You walk into the recording room and begin to sit out beers, whiskey, water, and even start the coffee pot going in the break room. You walk back in the recording room and start sitting out shot glasses and other things when you heard voices coming your way. You look up in time to meet a pair of deep emerald green eyes staring back at you.

Your breath catches in your throat as you look around the room at all the men.

"I'm the only chick, great," you think to yourself, but there was something about the smirk on the man's face standing in front of you with the emerald green eyes that made your stomach do flips with a feeling you've never felt before.

He smiled at you and It nearly knocked you off your feet. Damn, this guy is gorgeous. That's when Steve decided to speak up.

"Y/N, this is Mr. Jensen Ackles, and his friend, Jared. Mr. Ackles has graciously chosen our stupid to record his debut album," Steve says, moving to stand beside Jensen.

You try to keep your jaw from hitting the floor as you take in the two actors standing in front of you. You had been a fan of Supernatural for years.

You nod at the two men. "It's nice to meet," you say, and they both smile back at you. Neither spoke, which you found odd. When you watched the con videos online they seemed so friendly.

"The room is ready, Steve," you tell your boss, then quickly as you can scamper into the sound room with Justin to wait for them to get started. 

You didn't really need to know what all they were doing. You just needed to make sure that whatever they were doing sounded good on tape.

"You alright Y/N?" Justin asks as you sit down in the chair with a huff.

"Yeah, That's Jensen freaking Ackles. I'm going to be working with Jensen freaking Ackles," you say in a state of shock.

"Easy girl, you know celebrities don't like to be fangirled all over," Justin says with a chuckle as he fires up the equipment and computers.

"I'm a professional Justin. I'm not going to fangirl all over anyone," you tell him with an eye roll. 

You watch as the men stand there and talk, pointing to different things. Steve getting Jensen ready to get started.

After a few hours of recording, and some drinks later Jensen, as well as Steve and Jared, had loosened up a little. Jared was in the sound room with you guys watching his best friend work. He was easy to talk to. During a break in recording while you were downloading the song he just recorded into the computer, Jared had been showing you pictures of his kids. He'd been cracking you all up with stories for the past hour.

"See this is Tom, trying to prank his little brother with a whip cream pie," he said, leaning over to you, showing you the video. That's when the two of you heard Jensen’s deep voice boom over the monitors.

"Hey, Steve, tell your girl in there to stop flirting with a married man, and go bring me some fucking coffee."

The whole room turned to look at you. Jensen was still sitting in the recording room with a guitar in his lap, giving you a cold stare through the thick glass. The comment stung. You weren't his damn maid, and you weren't flirting with a married man. Steve gave you an apologetic look. You knew you had to play along. Jensen was paying them a lot of money. So if he wanted you to shine his shoes while he sang you had to do it.

"Right away Mr. Ackles," Steve said, giving you a look that screamed, “I'm sorry.” 

Jared was giving his friend a death glare that Jensen didn’t seem to notice, or at least didn’t care.

"I'm sorry Y/N, he's just been a little on edge lately. That's not normally Jensen," Jared apologizing for his friend as you stand to go get his coffee for him.

"It's fine," was all you can say. 

In truth though, you felt like he'd just ripped your heart out and stomped on it. Not to mention humiliated you in front of your boss and coworker.  You fought back tears as you poured his coffee and entered the recording room.

You handed him his coffee, not even looking at him. He snatched it out of your hand, not even looking at you or saying thank you. You thought you had a crush on this guy. Turns out he's an ass hole like every other celebrity and artist you'd ever meet. Just another cocky dick that thought his shit didn’t stink.

Watching him on Supernatural and Smallville had gotten you through some really hard times in your life. You would have never thought he’d have done anything like he just did to you. You always pictured him as such a nice, genuine guy. Man, were you ever wrong.

You made your way from the recording room to the front where you kept your purse under the counter and shot Steve a text that said you weren’t feeling good, and you had to go home. Which wasn’t totally a lie, because your heart was broken, and you couldn’t stop the wave of tears that were streaming down your face.

You didn’t know why that one man’s opinion had hurt so much. You didn’t know him, and he didn’t know you, but as you fell back through the doors of the apartment you felt like your heart was shattered into a thousand pieces.

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[kinetic-elaboration]

September 10: Friday

I just had this feeling this morning like I didn’t want to go to work and eh... that was probably right. Nothing really bad happened, I just felt very strongly that I did NOT want to be there.

My coworker wanted to talk to me at like 8:30 in the morning (you know those silly little ‘don’t talk to me before I’ve had my coffee’ signs?? literally do not talk to me before 9:30 EARLIEST) and I was supremely incoherent. Then later a different coworker essentially took out his bad mood on my department including on me personally, and it was... dumb. I got his point but I’m just, as I tried to explain to others later, unkeen on being talked to about actions I took under others’ explicit instructions. Also, in part because of that, in part because I thought he was semi-unreasonable, and in part because I just truly didn’t want to do what he was asking/telling me to do, I did not really budge on the issue. Which was very awkward because as I said I did get his point. And of course the issue is SOMETHING DUMB which is always how it is. All of these fights are 100% shit that would sound idiotic if you tried to explain it to someone else, which is why I’m vaguing right now.

And the nametags thing came up on Teams (thanks @ the same coworker), and the only good thing about that is that the director explicitly said she was against the idea so I feel pretty confident that it won’t be mandated. Also I could detect some panic in other people about it. I do NOT like the way this is being handled AT ALL. Plus it’s just the hill I’ve decided to die on (because I think I can win--so I guess it’s better to say this is the hill I’m going to defeat my enemies on) so I gotta get annoyed at it. I refrained from contributing to the conversation but I did like the director’s anti-nametag post, which I think gets my point across.

Also I felt like I spent a lot of time doing not much, to be honest. Still didn’t go to stupid compact shelving. Devoted too much time to the crap in the above paragraphs. Talked to BL over in admin and heard some more unflattering stories about a particular administrator. Like, incredibly unflattering. Which is stuff I do want to know but it contributes to the overall Mood of the day, which again is ‘I don’t want to be here.’

I took a very late lunch, and that in turn contributed to me not paying enough attention to the time and leaving late.OH AND I got 3 important emails in the last ten minutes of the day. Two were very expected because they were coming from the West Coast but the last was like.. do not make me deal with this right now.

I didn’t deal with almost any of it but I did get so distracted that I left about five minutes late, and so I missed the bus. I wasn’t too upset about it since the weather was nice anyway and I didn’t mind spending some time downtown. But I did waste time trying to see if I could catch said bus, and then more time trying to go to my favorite coffee shop, which had closed at 5. But since it was 5:15, there were still people inside (cleaning up, which is fair) and people outside (drinking coffees they’d bought before 5 I’m sure, also fair), and the sign said hours were until 7 so I spent a few confused, embarrassing moments going ????? what is the truth?

So ultimately I went to a different cafe, a newish one that opened in 2019 I think. I’ve always avoided it in part because the floor is very loud and in part because I felt like I was cheating on my main place lol. (Not that I never get coffee anywhere else... just that this place is so close to my usual place, I always feel like, if I’m in the area, I might as well go to said usual place.) I did find the inside very disorienting. The pattern of the floor is just truly A Lot. They did have these weird teacup ornaments hanging from the ceiling though. I got an iced latte, which was fine, and this delicious spinach and feta pastry. I feel like I should stop by more often for baked goods. I settled outside with what I’d gotten, mostly because of the floor, partly because it actually was nice out, and partly because I’m not currently comfortable with indoor dining, even in places with almost no one in them.

I only had like 25 minutes to kill at that point, but it was nice. I had a notebook with me and I did a teeny bit of planning on the Southern Gothic AU (still behind on this!!). Mostly I listened to the conversation next to me. I couldn’t entirely help it; the girl’s voice was carrying. She was talking to her guy friend about some recent issues they’d been having in their friendship. I was honestly...kind of impressed with them? I could mostly hear her--he was talking too but his voice didn’t carry as much--but it just overall sounded like a really open, emotionally honest, generally calm talk. Like certainly there were strong emotions in play (not exactly going to judge whether they were “warranted” given the apparent facts of the dispute, since I just ranted about a disagreement over something so dumb I don’t even want to name it in public) but they were just... expressing feelings that were difficult, and expressing displeasure with others’ actions, without yelling or being passive aggressive, etc. I mean even that they’d picked this time and place to meet specifically to discuss it I thought was commendable. And they were definitely friends, not bf/gf, because the disagreement involved his girlfriend (once referred to as his “partner”...sorry lol I judged that a LITTLE since they looked like they were maybe 21 years old--partner in WHAT??). The girl mentioned her therapist, which put a lot of her tone and vocabulary into perspective. Not necessarily in a bad way, I mean, it seemed to be working? But as someone who has never been to therapy, but is self-taught, so to speak, in gauging and describing my own feelings, I could... discern a sort of purposeful vocabulary that almost sounded scripted. I wrote down some specific quotes but I don’t want to put them in a public place. I’ll draw my respecting-strangers’-privacy line in the sand there. But a lot of, like “when you do x, it makes me feel y” kind of controlled explanations.

Anyway, I got very invested in that. Partly for future writing purposes, partly out of curiosity and partly because... I don’t know that I could have that kind of conversation NOW and I’m fairly sure I could not have when I was in college. I mean.... I don’t know... I’ve blocked out a lot of the pretentious/serious/about-our-feelings talks I did have. And what sticks out now are all the times I didn’t do that--all of the many, many issues with TA38... Even the way B and I have literally NEVER acknowledged the handful of times we hooked up in 2009.

You’re never gonna sound COOL talking about your emotions, your wants and your needs; it’s always gonna sound, imo, like a Therapy Script. And I don’t even always think you gotta have those talks. After graduation, R and I literally had this exchange where we said ‘well we both made mistakes last year, and we could try to untangle it now, but it’s just gonna bring up a lot of bad feelings. It’s done now anyway. Blanket apologies given, blanket acceptance of apologies, let’s move on.” And we did and it was fine. But if we’d had better conversations while we were living together, that would have been a different situation.

All of which is of course complicated for me personally because I am extremely conflict-averse. EXTREMELY.

Anyway, I ran into BL at the bus stop and we talked a bit there and on the bus, which was fine but kinda exhausting tbqh especially because of the topic of conversation. I got home at 6:30 and must have crawled immediately into bed and gone to sleep, but I barely remember it at all. Woke up at 10:30 and had no idea what time it was or what day it was or what I was doing.

Had dinner and then somehow went down a rabbit hole that started... somewhere?? and ended with me looking up my childhood home on Google Earth, which you KNOW is the sign of a mentally stable person who is doing just fine okay.

Now it’s the absolutely disgusting hour of 2:30 in the morning... Idk I wanted to go out tomorrow and take advantage of the nice weather but we’ll see how that goes. The thing is I feel like I need a full day to sleep but I only have two (2) days and in that time I gotta do laundry, cook for the week, preferably write one (1) whole chapter of this fic, and possibly also go on the aforementioned excursion. Which is a lot for me. It doesn’t really... fit.

Everything’s just so much all the time and so on.

[yeahhiyellow]

First Lines Meme

List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line. Then tag 10 of your favorite authors!

Thank you so much @emiliaf25 for tagging me!!! I've seen a lot of fun writing tag games going around, but I haven't been tagged in any before now. This is probably due to the fact that while I write a lot, I don't publish most of my stories so like no one knows lol. I tried to put these in chronological order from newest to oldest, but they're not perfect, as I do not keep accurate time of when I write things (and probably should). Anyway, here are mine:

1. Blasting heavy metal so I can't think

"Heavy Metal": Detroit: Become Human (This one is in the form of a poem, so that's why it's a bit weird.)

2. Markus's head popped out of the last bedroom.

"Family": Detroit: Become Human (I still have to finish this one and publish it so I can't provide a link... yet)

3. I know I'm not enough.

"Enough": Detroit: Become Human (listen this is one of the angsty ones I never published so uhhhh)

4. CHRIS: Hank! Connor! What are you two doing here?

Unnamed: Detroit: Become Human (This one is formatted as a script soooo... yeah. It's also another one I am working on and have not and probably won't publish)

5. Crowley stood by the side of the road, his arms tightly coiled around his waist.

"Alone": Good Omens (aaaaand another really angsty one I never published, I have problems)

6. "What's wrong, angel?"

"It Started in 1957": Good Omens (currently not finished and has not been worked on for over half a year... probably should get on that at some point)

7. Every dystopian novel ever has some random teenage girl save the world. Unfortunately for the world, I don't think I can do that.

This was just an original story I started back in January that I wrote like a page of and never finished because I had way too many wips. Figured I'd put it in here anyway though

8. Finally, after 17 years of work, I had made it to the most prestigious school humanity had ever created.

This is another original story, however one that I have actually worked on for more than a page lol

9. RENATA: Oh, shit. This can't be good.

Function (Free Will): original. I have been working on this story for nearly 2 years now, and I'm still nowhere even close to done. It's formatted like a script and also has the same type of rpg choice-based storytelling as Detroit: Become Human. Add to that the fact that this story is meant to critique our current political and social society, systems, and structure and touches on a variety of incredibly heavy topics, and you have the recipe for writing a story that feels like it just. Never. Ends.

10. Demons aren't supposed to feel love.

"I Love You Too": Good Omens (I wrote this one a whiiiillleeee ago, as to why it's down here on the list. I only published it a few days ago, though, a little after I first saw you tagged me in this. So thanks for finally motivating me to do it lol)

11. "You obey or he's dead."

"Exit": Detroit: Become Human

12. "Come closer. Don't be scared."

"First Kiss - The Traci's - DBH Rare Pairs Week": Detroit: Become Human

13. If I broke that shotglass, I bet it could hurt me.

"Help": Detroit: Become Human (Essentially, I published this one on Tumblr and then proceeded to take it down later the same day. It was another angsty one.)

14. "Shut up, dipshit."

"Expectations: Shut Up, Dipshit": Detroit: Become Human (This one was actually from a zine I took part in that fell apart before anything could really happen. I never finished it, so I probably won't publish it, but I guess if I finished it I could. Will that happen, however? I doubt it.)

15. "You're back."

"Hannor Week: Living Deviant Prologue Compilation": Detroit: Become Human (*sighs* Now we're getting into the old stuff. Hang on, for I have no idea what atrocities lie ahead. Or behind?)

16. System Instability. Deviancy Detected. Contact Cyberlife for a inexpensive replacement, only $2000 with your warranty!

"Living Deviant": Detroit: Become Human (I wrote this story years ago and as a result it is so cringeworthy and has so many grammar mistakes I hate to even link it so I'm not going to lol)

17. "I'm just so glad we're alive, personally."

"Who I Thought I Was": Detroit: Become Human (Surprisingly, this one isn't actually too bad. I mean, it's definitely not good, but I don't facepalm and curl up into a ball when reading it, so that has to be a good sign.)

18. I heard a gunshot from around the corner.

"Dbh Revolution Week ~ November 13 ~ Connor, Hank, and Sumo": Detroit: Become Human

19. RK900 visibly shook as he looked into the mirror.

"Scarred": Detroit: Become Human (Another one that I never published, surprise, surprise. Given how old this one is and subsequently how bad and also utterly angsty it is, I don't think I'll be publishing it unless I, like, rewrite the whole thing, so.)

20. LAUREN: 8:51, hmm? I've already been here for 11 minutes, and no one else has shown up.

"Choices": a horrible original romantic comedy I wrote as a script 5 years ago. Tbh the idea wasn't even that bad, it was the execution of it that just... really sucked. So it's a good thing we're stopping here, as if I went any farther back in my writing history, I think I might just cringe myself to death.

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Woo, thank god we're done with that! XD In all seriousness though, this was quite a bit of fun and got me to revisit pieces I hadn't seen in years. Thank you again for the tag!!! :DDDD

Now for which one is my favorite... there are some that are definitely good, and others that are definitely bad. I like numbers 2 (cute opening line for a fluffy fic), 5 (wordplay with "coiled" and Crowley being a snake), 7 (twisting of an expected trope), 8 (brings in scifi element and introduces the character's personality while hooking the reader in), 9 (set up for the tone of the rest of the chapter and immediately introduces tension), 11 (same as previous), and 12 (also attention-grabbing), so we'll just let those make up for whatever atrocities 16 (horrible imitation of corporate writing), 20 (just plain boring), and the attempt of 18 (I had the right idea of it being a hook, the execution however was horrific) were. I start a lot of my pieces with dialogue, or at least I used to. I became aware of that within the past year and tried to work on introducing stories in other ways, which I think I've done a pretty good job on. If I had to pick a favorite, I'd probably go with 7. I just really like the subversion of expectations that you get right away from it. It announces the trope loud and clear, but plays with it instead of following it.

While I'd love to tag lots of other writers, I unfortunately don't know many at all (listen I would love to read more fics but also tiiimmmeee). I'll just tag @konami-code-ao3 for now. However, if you see this and want to hop in, feel free!

[luciousmafloy]

First Love [pt. 1]

Luka Couffaine x Reader

my first story! yay! i hope it doesn't suck!

Soo, a few things you need to know:

1. English is not my native language so i'll probably do some mistakes lmao

2. your character is a German who moved to paris

3. french is written in english and when your character speaks german i will write it in german with the translation after it

4. i will 'use' the villains for my story not in chronological order- i hope you don't mind and understand what i just wrote lol

5. yeet

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your pov

i stood in my new room. it wasn't fully decorated but it already looked comfy and cozy. i sat down on my grey couch and picked up my phone to text my friend f/n.

we were in Paris now for only three days and i already miss her like hell. on of my fears is that i won't make any friends here. That would suck.

"the food is ready!", i hear my mom shouting for me and my little sister.

even though we are germans my parents speak french with us, so we can improve our french. i think i'm good at the language but i'm not perfect. my sisters french isn't that good so my parents sent her to a special school, where she'll learn the language. she dumb lol. no, my sister is actually really smart. She once won a math competition in 5th grade. I could never. my math is horrible.

anyway , i walked down the stairs and sat down on a chair. It's weird that the house where we live now is our new home. it feels a bit strange, but i will get used to it by time.

"s/n, your bus will drive at 7:35 please get up tomorrow timely"

my sister gave my mom a no-shit-sherlock look and i started laughing.

"fine", she said.

"when you want to improve your french, you have to speak more than one word", i told s/n.

"i can speak french when i want to", my sister said.

"it doesn't matter. Stop it please", your mother interrupted us. she hates when we argue like that, but i can't help it.

after dinner i went to my room and turned on the tv. I found nothing interesting to watch so i decided to watch the news. I need to know at least a bit about my new home town.

the friendly red-haired news lady told something about akumas and ladybug and chat noir.

i already knew the heroes of paris, they looked pretty cool in their animal-like costumes but doesn't the spandex feel weird on their skin? when i meet them, i could ask them this. but no, probably not, that would be weird.

they showed an interview with the akuma victim. the victim was a sweet man who sells ice cream. friendly and genuine persons like him get akumatised too? okay, that is scary... i hope i won't get akumatised, i don't wanna hurt people.

after watching the news, and texting my friend f/n about this strange akuma stuff, i found a funny show to watch for the rest of the evening.

~ the next day ~

my alarm clock played my favorite song at exactly 7:15 am. my sister had to get up earlier than me, because she has to take the bus to get to school when i can easily walk to school.

i stayed a few minutes in my warm bed but after my mom yelled at me i got up and ate breakfast.

"and? excited for school? hell, even i am excited, for both of you!", my mom says to me while she drank her tea.

"yeah, but i'm scared. what when they all think i'm weird and avoid me?"

i'm definitely not the person who just wanders to people and strikes up a conversation with them. nope.

i'm the kind of person who stands alone and watches other people having fun, and then feels bad about themselfes.

"then you have to come ouf of your comfort zone and talk to people"

"ja, weils auch so einfach ist", i mumbled. (yeah, because it's so easy)

"oh, don't be a sissy. now get up and change your clothes and brush your teeth. you have to go in 20 minutes!"

"yes, mother", i said while saluting and pretending her to be my boss.

i walked upstairs to my room and picked out my favorite clothes. i feel a bit confident when i wear them, maybe it'll help me.

after brushing me teeth and doing my skin care routine i grabbed my backpack from the floor and walked downstairs to my mom.

my dad has already left for work, he always leaves early and comes back late.

"mama, ich hab wirklich angst", i said to her. (mom, i'm really scared)

"das schaffst du schon. wenn du heute keine freunde findest, dann eben morgen. versuch einfach ganz normal zu sein, dann kann nichts schiefgehen"

(you got this. if you make no friends today, you will make some tomorrow. just try to be normal then nothing bad can happen)

i smiled at my mother. she is good at cheering me up, that's one of the many reasons why i love her so much. even though she can get pretty strict sometimes.

"thanks, mom. i needed that"

my mom gave me a hug, i felt good. i love hugging people, but i'm often too shy to do it.

"oh my- i have to go now if you want to be on time!", my mom said nervously.

i think she is more anxious than me. anyway, i said goodbye to her and left our house.

i think i know the way to my new school. my parents walked the whole way with me yesterday and even if i don't have it memorized, then why does google maps exist?

on my way i put on my earplugs and listened to my favorite music. music really helps me calming myself down. i was so nervous. the students in my home town didn't really liked me. i had some 'friends' yeah, but without f/n i wouldn't have survived all my school years. i really miss her and i hope i find a f/n in paris.

when i walked into school i looked around. there were many students chattering and having fun, even though its the first day after school holidays.

i checked the time, 10 minutes until the class starts. i better search for the classroom.

with my schedule in my hands i walked up the stairs, looking for my room. i felt a bit lost, there were many students and it scared me.

"hey, do you need help?", i heard a sweet voice saying behind me.

i turned around and saw a small girl, with blond short hair and the biggest blue eyes i've ever seen.

"ähm- ah, yeah. i-i can't find my classroom"

great. why can't i form a single sentence to a stranger without stuttering?

"well, can i see your schedule?", the girl asked smiling. she is really nice.

i handed her the schedule i just got yesterday and bite my lips.

"ah! we're in the same class! juleka come here, it's the new girl!"

a girl with dark clothes came up to us. she looked like the complete opposite of the girl before me, but the fact that they are friends or maybe a couple (who knows?) is super cute.

"hi", said juleka and stood beside the sweet girl.

"that's great! we're gonna get along just fine, i know it! i'm rose, that's juleka and your name is?"

rose and juleka started walking and i followed them.

"i'm y/n. it's nice to meet you guys"

i really hope they will stick with me today. and tomorrow, i hope they are going to be my friends, because they seem really nice and i don't think i will meet other people so easily and fast like that.

"madame bustier told us that you are german! but your french is so good, i didn't even notice a accent. do you already like it here?"

rose talkes a lot. it's cute.

"thank you and yeah.. it feels weird to live here now, but i like it"

rose smiles. "that's nice to hear. look, we're here, our classroom!"

rose opened the door and i walked in behind juleka. there were a few students already here.

i noticed a girl with blue hair who was talking to another girl with brown hair. in front of these two sat a boy who listened to music.

"you can sit behind juleka and me, if thats okay?", rose asked me.

juleka already sat down on her place and looked calmly out of the window.

"yeah, yeah. that's good"

i walked up, but a girl with blond hair stopped me.

"look sabrina, the new german girl is here. they clearly don't have clothing stores in germany, when i see what you are wearing", she said and her friend faked a laugh.

"why do you care about my clothes?", i asked her.

"they look horrible, just like marinette's", the girl shrugged.

"chloé, just because no one except you can afford designer clothes doesn't mean you can pick on us!", the blue-haired girl shouted angry. i think she was about to slap chloé or something because her friend held her back.

chloé simply turned away and started to whisper with her friend.

"i'm sorry about that, but- that's chloé", marinette said to me in a sad tone.

"oh, it's fine. it's not your fault", i told her.

marinette smiled and the girl behind her leaned forward. "hi, i'm alya"

"and i'm marinette, it's nice to meet you. madame bustier has told us about you"

honestly, why are they all so nice? is this some kind of fanfiction or what-

"name's y/n", i smiled.

then a boy entered the class, causing marinette to stare at him. ah, someone has a crush. alya sent me a knowing smile, while she rolled her eyes. i just giggled and walked up to my place behind juleka and rose.

"i heard what chloé said, i'm sorry. she is like that with everyone", rose sighed.

"it's okay. i'm just glad not everyone here is like her"

"me too", agreed juleka.

"i hope she will drop that mean attitude", rose said.

a woman walked into the room and was instantly greeted by every student. it was madame bustier, she looked friendly. i hope she is as friendly as she looks like. "ah, y/n i see you've found a place to sit. but you are alone, how about you take a seat with rose and juleka?". everyone turned to me and i felt uncomfortable.

"ähm- yes, madame?", i said while grabbing my backpack and standing up to sit next to rose.

the class laughed, even madame bustier giggled. "you don't have to call me madam, y/n"

i nooded and said a quiet 'okay'.

what a start.

[jasiper]

every single one for the get to know me thing

insert gif of me cracking my knuckles and hunching over my laptop. let’s go

1. What is your middle name?

i am not this trusting of the internet but i will say it starts with a c

2. How old are you?

20

3. When is your birthday?

december 30

4. What is your zodiac sign?

sun and rising in capricorn, moon in libra

5. What is your favorite color?

blue

6. What’s your lucky number?

probably 12 or 14 (my numbers when i played sports back in the day)

8. Where are you from?

i was born in southern california, i moved to northern california when i was 5 and i attend college in northern california as well

9. How tall are you?

5′6

10. What shoe size are you?

9 in women’s

11. How many pairs of shoes do you own?

i own quite a few but i wear about 7 pairs consistently

14. Are you a psychic in any way?

i don’t think so?

18. Do you want children?

uhhh i don’t think so

19. Do you want a church wedding?

nope

20. Are you religious?

nope

21. Have you ever been to the hospital?

i have to visit people and i am going to to the hospital on friday so ayyy

23. Have you ever met any celebrities?

i met grayson chance when i was 16 and just last month i met emmy (who is famous on tiktok, she’s known for her “fatass indiana state trooper” video)

24. Baths or showers?

showers but if i’m really self-deprecating baths

25. What color socks are you wearing?

white and black adidas socks

26. Have you ever been famous?

nah

27. Would you like to be a big celebrity?

not really

28. What type of music do you like?

probably alternative? rn the favorites are harry styles, khalid, and PVRIS

29. Have you ever been skinny dipping?

yes in high school

30. How many pillows do you sleep with?

2

31. What position do you usually sleep in?

lying on my right side

32. How big is your house?

4 bedrooms, 3 bathrooms, a backyard w a pool. but my apartment for college is 2 bedroom, 1.5 bath

34. Have you ever fired a gun?

homie i’ve never even touched a gun

35. Have you ever tried archery?

nope

36. Favorite clean word?

discombobulated

40. Have you ever had a secret admirer?

i’ve had a not-so-secret one who wrote a poem alluding to sex about me and then read it out to my ap literature class soooo take with that what you will

41. Are you a good liar?

yeah i’d say so

42. Are you a good judge of character?

yes? my only fault with that though is even though i recognize someone might not be good, i give them the benefit of the doubt, or i’ll blame something on me

43. Can you do any other accents other than your own?

i can do a really shitty british accent to say “it’s mafematics luv”

44. Do you have a strong accent?

nah i’m from california we don’t have accents

45. What is your favorite accent?

probably australian

46. What is your personality type?

myers briggs says enfp

47. What is your most expensive piece of clothing?

probably my doc martens

48. Can you curl your tongue?

no :(

49. Are you an innie or an outie?

innie

51. Are you scared of spiders?

terrified

53. Favorite foreign food?

uhhh i love pho

54. Are you a clean or messy person?

organized messy person

55. Most used phrase?

“i’m going to yeet myself off this mortal coil”

56. Most used word?

fuck i have no idea,,,,,,, probably ‘literally’

57. How long does it take for you to get ready?

for class probably 15 minutes. if i need to look good closer to 45

58. Do you have much of an ego?

i have no self-esteem we all know this

60. Do you talk to yourself?

internally yes

61. Do you sing to yourself?

yes, not so much anymore though

62. Are you a good singer?

i wouldn’t say so

64. Are you a gossip?

kind of?

65. Best dramatic movie you’ve ever seen?

i actually don’t know i’ll have to think harder and i don’t have the energy to do that right now

66. Do you like long or short hair?

personally on me i like short hair, my hair is shoulder length again and i love it

68. Favorite school subject?

i loved english and psych in high school

69. Extrovert or introvert?

i’m an extrovert but i have being running out of extrovert energy lately lol

70. Have you ever been scuba diving?

no

71. What makes you nervous?

i have anxiety everything makes me nervous

72. Are you scared of the dark?

kind of? i need to sleep in the dark but i don’t like the dark if i am not in control of it

73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes?

it depends on the mistake

74. Are you ticklish?

extremely

75. Have you ever started a rumor?

no

76. Have you ever been in a position of authority?

yeah

78. Have you ever done drugs?

not hard drugs

79. Who was your first real crush?

some guy in middle school

80. How many piercings do you have?

my ear piercings closed up but my nose is pierced

81. Can you roll your Rs?

no i am the most useless hispanic ever

82. How fast can you type?

pretty fast thanks fanfiction

83. How fast can you run?

not fast

84. What color is your hair?

i think my natural hair color is medium brown but it’s been dyed over so many times it’s a reddish lightish brown

85. What color is your eyes?

green

86. What are you allergic to?

grass and some lotions

87. Do you keep a journal?

i used to and i’m trying to again

88. What do your parents do?

my mom used to be a salesperson and my dad is a teacher

89. Do you like your age?

no i’m too old

91. Do you like your own name?

kind of

92. Have you already thought of baby names, and if so what are they?

nah

93. Do you want a boy a girl for a child?

gender is fake

94. What are you strengths?

i’m a good friend

95. What are your weaknesses?

just about everything else i do

96. How did you get your name?

my parents let my sister choose

97. Were your ancestors royalty?

we’re not sure, we traced our family tree back to a castle in scotland though

100. Color of your room?

back home it’s brown, the one in my apartment is white