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planet-dusk · 10 months

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you should definitely share the fem!skz thoughts with the rest of the class mhmmm mhmm totally not because i need them more than oxygen or anything 🙄

i was thinking,, what kind of aesthetic would the fem!skz members have...

chan would have emo/e-girl vibes, the type of girl whose wardrobe consists of 99% black. lots of silver jewelry. the chunkier kind,, black leather too, and of course her nails would be painted black as well (a little chipped from biting them). pleated skirts, chain belts and oversized sweaters. big platform shoes to make her look taller and fishnet stockings to show off her pretty legs <33 n piercings! a nose & belly button piercing for sure bc of course chan would have the prettiest tummy :)) her preferred hair color would be black (relaxed, not curled) or 2 tone with either black + silver grey or a neon color

leeknow's style would be a mixture of comfortable athleisure and a more preppy clean aesthetic. padded jackets, hoodies, sweatpants and ofc converse :)) minimal jewelry,, if any. probably just some (cat) bracelets. she'd prefer to dye her hair in natural colors like dark brown. in winter she wears soft chunky wool sweaters. she uses very little makeup but she loves her cherry chapstick, and how it makes her lips all sweet and sticky and kissable <33

changbin would be such a babygirl ! the prettiest in pink, always showing off her gorgeous body <33 the cleavage on this girl 😵‍💫 she'd act all coy about it but loves it when people comment on how pretty she looks today,, bc she works hard for it and everyone should know! would def match her eyeshadow to her top <33 her hair would be black and curled, either short or long she looks great in both :)) binnie's a dress girl, she loves short bodycon dresses (n of course hidden underneath are her perky nipple piercings 🤭)

hyunjin would be the epitome of artsy elegance,, pretty silver rings adorning her long fingers. she keeps her hair short so it doesn't get in the way when she's painting. loves flowy oversized button ups that look like she stole them from someone else's closet. experiments with makeup sometimes but prefers to keep things more natural,, including her hair (but bleaches it sometimes). honestly looks like a dream whatever she wears <33

han would be right at home in leeknow's sweaters :)) sungie loves borrowing her friends' clothes. her style is similar to minho's but with some edgier street vibes thrown in,, like bucket hats and ripped jeans or cargo pants. goes through experimental phases (including a punk phase and dying her hair all colors of the rainbow) but always falls back on her comfy clothes <33 never goes far without her noise canceling headphones

felix likes expensive things,, likes them to be well fitted and neat. she loves soft n cute things too and often mixes aesthetics. a natural blonde <33 knows exactly what flatters her features (makeup, clothes, etc). could be wearing some high end jewelry paired with fluffy knee socks — anything she feels like,, and she looks amazing in it. bright and light colors look best on her but at night she'll turn up wearing a tiny black dress and make everyone do a double take 😵‍💫

seungmin breathes academia vibes! somewhere between light and dark academia, but always looking sharp and pristine. the kind of timeless beauty who knows how to accentuate her features,, with the perfect haircut (somewhere in the middle) and the right amount of makeup to make her beautiful face stand out. she'd wear tortoiseshell rimmed glasses,, a vintage pair she found in a shop downtown. lots of warm brown leather and tweed to finish off her daily look <33

i.n is on top of all the latest trends. she's just so cool 😫 her style is trendy but relaxed,, a city vibe with her oversized jackets and her shoe collection. rocks a bob or a ponytail like no other ! she buys vintage sometimes,, stuff like those 80s adidas jackets, seamlessly mixing them with her modern day sneakers. her style is very laid back but she knows how to dress up n loves a good red lip <33

#answered #comet-falls #stray kids smut #skz smut #stray kids hard hours #skz hard hours #stray kids imagines #skz imagines #stray kids headcanons #skz headcanons #stray kids x reader #skz x reader #stray kids fanfic #skz fanfic #;skz headcanons

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bokutosmochi · 2 years

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boyfriend bokuto kotaro headcannons chapter III

what's it? fluff

allergen warning/s? n/a

sugar level? 0.8k

regulars? @hanayanetwork

♧ not the type of boyfriend to put up a fake facade when meeting his partner's parents. it doesn't even cross his mind. he's never felt the need to do so even when he's worried about whether they'll like him or not. he just doesn't get why he should do it because obviously, since his partner and him are gonna be together forever, he's gonna meet them a ton of times and it's not like he's gonna be able to fake himself every time. he'd rather not lie to them, it's not a good first impression.

♧ he really likes it when his partner does really cute stuff for him. being a man, he's usually the one expected to buy the flowers and the chocolates and be the one to initiate the dates, but it makes his heart flutter when someone does it for him!! babie just wants to feel cared for and loved!!

♧ absolutely loves surprises. they give him a good type of thrill and they make him giddy. like, his partner could jump at him when he rounds a corner and after shouting his lungs out - effectively waking up the whole neighborhood, might i add - he jumps picks them up and twirls them around in his arms, giggling all about.

♧ if someone wants a partner that is obsessed with them but not to the point of being a stalker, obvi, bokuto is their man. he's so good at hyping someone up, he will compliment all of his partner's outfits, everything. he is literally a dream boyfriend, if that wasn't obvious enough at the start.

♧ likes having spontaneous dates. sometimes him and his partner would be taking a different route towards home from the msby gym and bokuto will spot a park he's never seen before. he'd be pulling his partner out of the car immediately, the energy he lost during that day's practice forgotten in an instant.

♧ physical touch is his love language so his partner better prepare for some pda. depending on their likes/dislikes, he can tone it down, but he does want to hold his partner's hand at the very least, even if it's just their pinkies looped around each other's.

♧ connected to the last headcannon, also gives his partner piggyback rides all the time -- it doesn't matter what size they are. he's the one to offer it too 80% of the time.

♧ wants to get matching tattoos with his partner!! he'll probably end up getting one, but of course it still depends on his significant other, whether they want to get one or not. if they do, bokuto wants one where people around him can easily see it.

♧ he had a habit of making teas, coffees, and even hot cocoas during wintertime even if he wasn't in the mood for it. he did it simply because he liked the way the warm mug warmed up his hands. however, since he got a partner, he doesn't do that anymore. he much prefers his partner holding his hands in theirs or the other way around to keep his palms warm.

♧ him and his partner are the cute couple at the gym some people find annoying. he enjoys getting a workout in and even if his partner isn't someone who regularly goes, he still invites them as he knows it's good for them. his partner doesn't need to fret though, he isn't going to force them to do his rigorous workout routine, instead, for that day, they'll take it at the pace his partner's comfortable with.

♧ wakes his partner up in a cute, fun way. sometimes he does it by tickling them, and some it's by raining kisses all over their face. it's what he deems appropriate for the day, really.

♧ the type to not deny it when his partner catches him staring at them. he just blushes wildly, a pretty pink color spreading from the bridge of his nose, to his cheeks, all the way to the tips of his ears. he smiles at them sheepishly and tilts his head. "you're just so damn pretty, baby owl."

♧ has a seemingly permanent somewhat blush on his cheeks whenever he's with his partner. no one knows if his partner's too smooth with their words for bokuto's well-being or if the professional volleyball player just gets flustered by their very presence no one would be surprised if it was the latter. the trait was cute, really.

♧ ideally, he wants his relationship to be public. he likes showing off, and his partner - he still has no idea how he managed to pull them, if he's being honest with himself - is not an exception to that. if his partner was uncomfortable with that though and wants it to be more private, he has no problem with it. he just really doesn't want it to be a secret (because he sucks at keeping them).

♧ his first kiss was with his significant other at the time because he wanted it to mean something -- he didn't want it to be something he did just for the sake of doing it, a bucketlist kiss.

i get: reblog

you get: a ticket to an arctic monkeys concert

#order of the day!#order up for bokuto!#one kona coffee mochi #with a side of coconut italian ice #bokuto #bokuto x reader #bokuto one shot #bokuto fluff #bokuto headcannons #bokuto x you #bokuto kotaro #bokuto kotaro x reader #bokuto kotaro x you #bokuto kotaro one shot #bokuto kotaro fluff #bokuto kotaro headcannons

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badbf-cb · 2 years

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Update: Hongjoong & Mina

Hongjoong walked through the door of the house and tossed his keys into the bowl on the table. He had just left his new friend and couldn't wipe the smile off of his face. He remembered that he needed to send a thank you gift to Jungkook's friend. With a small bounce in his step, he climbed the stairs and knocked on Mina's door.

"Mina my little penguin," Hongjoong almost sang. "I need to talk to you." The knocking nearly scared Mina out of her chair. The last time she saw him, Hongjoong was in a very bad mood. "I hear your music. Come on."

"H-Hey, Joong," the girl said. "What's up?" Stepping aside, she invited him into her room. "Are you back from your date? I saw you leave with him and his friend. He's cute." Hongjoong blushed and rubbed his neck.

"It wasn't a date. It was just lunch," he said softly. "I need your help with something. Um, Jungkook's friend, you know the one... I guess you can say he indirectly introduced me to Seonghwa." Suddenly, the man became bashful and shy. "I just wanted to send something to say thank you. You know." Mina tilted her head and smiled. She never saw this side of Hongjoong.

"Of course. What do you have in mind?" Mina sat in her chair and spun around, tapping her fingers on her chin. "Flowers. Candy. Both? Oh! What about jewelry?" A laugh filled the room as Hongjoong squinted.

"I don't think those are appropriate to send, Mina," he disagreed. Leaning back on her bed, Hongjoong chewed his lips. "What about fruit? Everyone loves fruit." The chair stopped spinning and the girl in it almost fell over in tears.

"Fruit? What are you, like 80?" She teased. "How about a box of premium meat? That sounds neat-o" Her laughter was cut short by Hongjoong's glare.

"I'll have Minji help me. You don't seem to be taking this serious," he said curtly. "While I'm thinking about buying stuff on the internet," he paused and snapped to get her attention, "You need to tell your little friend he's on thin ice." Mina snapped her head to look at her superior, her mouth slightly open. "Don't even try to argue with me. A whole internet post about a new friend? Maybe next time you can just stick lights on the house, yeah?"

She groaned and rolled her eyes. "He took it down," Mina defended her new friend. "He was just excited. No harm." Hongjoong shook his head and closed his eyes.

"I'm sure he didn't mean any harm but you both need to use your heads," Hongjoong laughs. "I'm sure between the both of you there has to be more than rocks rattling around up there." He grabs her head and gently shakes it. Mina giggles and swats his hands away.

"Ok, Joong," she says to him as he walks out of her room. "Oh, hey, by the way," she called quickly, "don't forget to call that cutie from today. I like this look on you." Honjoong's cheeks flushed a light pink when he got a notification on his phone. The cute pink turned to a frustrated red.

"Mina," he stressed, "Do you know why I got a notification about suspicious purchases on my card?"

#hongjoong.txt #mina.txt #update.txt

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normanblowup · 2 years

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Hellooo ^_^ this is very self indulgent but if you don’t mind, could you make an x reader where Pickles & his gf go thrift shopping?? Maybe he finds some old punk stuff he would have had when he was younger or clothes that were popular in the glam metal scene? :)

Thrifting

Pickles the Drummer x reader

summary: you and pickles go out thrifting!! (small drabble)

warnings: swearing, reader is genderneutral, reader shops in all sections of the store (mens/womens), pickles buys a hentai shirt i’m so sorry

words: 585

a/n: this is a great request. i fuckin love thrift shopping AND pickles. also?? do thrift shops have carts? i’ve seen some with like hand held baskets but idk.

the dress

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“Okay, dood, but these pants would so go with the shirt you got there.” Pickles holds up a pair of skin-tight leather pants next to your pink 80’s realness button up.

“Those are insane, Pickles… Put them in the basket.” You hold out the basket for him and the pants make a loud plopping noise as you both strut off to the mens section. You card through blazers and button ups, finally making your way down to the coats but Pickles stops right in front of you and pulls out a large brown coat. It has fur on the cuffs and neckline. “Oh lord, Pickles no.”

“Pickles, yes.” He chuckles and wraps the offending piece of fabric around his arm and then makes his way to the shoe section. They have rows upon rows of boring sneakers, and some not boring sneakers, but what you and Pickles are looking for are the heels.

Stopping in front of the heels, you reach out for a pair of absolutely massive, chunky platforms and look towards Pickles, whose face is completely unreadable. “Thoughts?” You ask.

“Are those even yer size?” He smirks at you, bumping his shoulder against yours teasingly.

“No, but they are yours.” Your smile rivals his as you set the pair of platforms in the basket. He stands shocked but quickly composed himself.

“Eh, I’ve worn bigger fer Snakes n’ Barrels.” He brags, catching up to you as you trot on over to the mens section again, searching for a nice blazer to go with an outfit you have at home.

“Yeah, but you haven’t worn them in years, I just want to see you wobble like a baby deer.” You giggle, feeling up a thin material purple blazer, it’s designed to shine slightly under the lights. Pickles looks almost appalled at your words, becoming slightly offended.

“Hey! I might be a little rusty, but that don’t mean I can’t even walk in them.” He says huffing slightly, he temporarily forgets the conversation as he spots a black crop top in the women’s section. He picks it up and lays it against his chest to check the look and size. “Whaddya think?” He smiles as you take in the picture on the top, a busty anime girl sits in a precarious position and is looking up. Your face scrunches up and you shake your head vigorously, which only serves to encourage him. He delicately sets the offending garment on top of all of your clothes. The cheeky smile doesn’t leave his face.

“Okay… moving on.” You mumble as Pickles wraps his arm around yours as you two meander over to the dress section, there are a few brightly colored pieces and some fluffy ones, but something shiny really catches your eye. You reach a hand out to pull the glimmering cocktail dress closer to you, it’s got a metallic fabric and there are ruffles and slightly puffy, short sleeves. “This is a keeper.”

Pickles nods his head in agreement as you pluck it off the rack and into your basket.

The rest of the day shopping goes well, Pickles made a few jokes about a leather jacket that looked precariously like the one he had when he was a teenager, and you bought lots of different outfits and pieces. Pickles even found a cute little my melody plush for Toki.

The car ride back to Mordhaus is spent with you and Pickles in the back gushing about the different pieces of clothing you got.

#pickles the drummer x reader #pickles the drummer fanfic #metalocalypse x reader #metalocalypse fanfic #my writing

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sunjaesol · 3 years

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♡ IT HAD TO BE YOU, WONDERFUL YOU ♡

canon compliant juke valentine’s day fic ♡ for all you sweethearts in the fandom

Before hopeless romantic Julie Molina fell in love with Luke Patterson, she always felt glum on Valentine’s Day. She tortured herself with romcoms leading up to the holiday, went into the “couples goals” tag on Pinterest, pouted when her crushes she never talked to dated other people (read: Nick) and felt all around envious of those having a lover to spend the day with. Her mother dying, she who held the biggest heart of all, also didn’t help her mood.

But that was before Luke blasted himself into her life. Sure, their romance was a little unorthodox, but predictability was overrated anyway.

They got together last summer, when the band played an amazing gig at a tiki bar on the beach and they were drunk on the heat, pink lemonade and each other’s adoring gazes. Dancing on the beach with him and the boys, Luke had grabbed her in his embrace and whispered lyrics at her she’s never heard before. His fingers grazed her jaw when he said it was a love letter - “For you, Jules.” She didn’t have to go far to reach his lips, both eager and giddy to finally come home.

(Weeks later, the love letter was transposed to music and performed for an audience. It was full circle moment. He loved music and her and now it was all connected. Luke had been dazed, but Julie was quick to kiss the stupor away. They could do that now. It was insane.)

All week, Julie had been working on a secret gift. She scoured her room was scraps and pictures and notes; reminders of Luke hidden in every corner without realising it. A purple pick was found under her bed, a song in her dream box they never got to finish, a seashell he plucked from the beach, a row of pictures from a photo booth, love notes. Julie would lie if she said she didn’t find it adorable how his only reference of romance were the 80s flicks, as it gave her a heartthrob of a boyfriend that didn’t back down from cute gestures like those notes. It left her heart racing and brought a blush on her cheekbones. the sun’s jealous of that smile jules

It was only natural she made him a collage.

They had an unspoken agreement to never involve money. Though they were in a band together, all the money they made directly went to Julie. She invested it back in their life passion, obviously, but the fact remained that Luke couldn’t take her on typical dates or buy her the typical gifts. Until American Ghost Dollars got invented, they had to be creative.

Going to the movies were movie nights in the studio with a projector and cookies they made together. A love song instead of dinner. Dancing in her bedroom with AirPods instead of partying.

And it was enough. It was more than enough. She loved him so much that each second spend together was perfect as is.

The collage was small enough that he could easily tuck it away. Pictures overlapped, a dozen Mini Luke’s and Mini Julie’s staring at the camera or each other, from before and after they started dating.

A photo Flynn took of Luke peppering her temple with kisses backstage. A polaroid of when she snuck up on him and smacked a kiss on his cheek, his teeth flashing white from the beam on his face. A Snapchat of when she showed him the filters and he kissed her instead. Multiple pictures of them snuggling on the studio couch, supposed ‘blackmail’ for Alex, but Julie cherished them. If she closed her eyes, she could feel his arms wrap around her back as she’s sprawled on top of him.

The pretty shell didn’t fit on the collage, so she decided to make a bracelet as well. A thick band made from orange, red and yellow string, the shell as its penchant.

That morning, she pulled on her most Valentine’s day inspired outfit and rushed to the studio. Her gifts were still in her room, out of sight and kept for later, now she just wanted to see her boyfriend.

Her smile, painted in cherry lipgloss, stretched wider when she slid the doors open and saw that no one was inside. Just last night had he kissed her a little longer after rehearsal, wiggling his brows like he knew something she didn’t. Luke was terrible at keeping secrets. She wasn’t surprised to find it empty, unless…

Luke poofed in front of her with a warrior cry and hoisted her up in one fluid motion. Julie yelled in delight, gripping onto him as he spun them around. For the occasion, he swapped his regular orange beanie for a red one. (One day, her heart was going to explode from all the silly stuff he did.) Matching her expression, his hands steadied her as she wrapped her legs around his waist.

An index finger flicked his chin playfully. “How long did it take you to plan this?”

He gasped, faux-offended. “Julie! I’m spontaneous as shit.”

“Mh-hm,” she hummed, leaning in to kiss his lips. His frown melted away, the languid kiss flickering with the hint of passion it usually held. Slowly, he set her down, her staying locked between his arms. When she pulled back, he chased after her and pecked the side of her mouth - once, twice.

“I’m gonna smother you with so much kisses that you’re gonna get sick of me,” he declared, as if the threat of loving her was scary.

She pressed her forehead against his with a grin. “I look forward to it.”

Instantly keeping up his promise, he nuzzled against her cheek. “What’d you wanna do?”

“Well, we’re ending the day in the hammock.”

“Duh.”

“And,” she sneakily added, “we can be really cheesy and watch ‘Valentine’s Day’.”

He made a face, both remembering their divided opinion on the movie. “If we’re seeing it again, then I’m choosing all the snacks.”

“Deal.”

“Nice,” he breathed, raising his fist between their torsos so she could bump it with her own. Her cheeks were already aching from smiling so much, giddy to spend the entire day with her boyfriend undisturbed by the boys or family or school.

Her fingers scratched into his plaid jacket. “You know what I’m also looking forward to?” His eyes narrowed at her lilting voice. “Giving you your present.”

His jaw fell slack. “Jules, now I’m gonna be thinking about it all day.” But then she saw the devilish glint in the green of his irises as he uttered: “Guess you’ll have to wait on your present too.”

“You-” That was unexpected. “You have a present?”

Luke bit down on his lip, watching her surprise. “I was waiting for that reaction. Sweet. Okay, I’m saying we dip everything in chocolate. Fruit, popcorn-”

“I’m willing to try one of those crazy combinations you love so much,” she proposed. The excited smooch she got afterwards was worth it.

The couple claimed the kitchen for an hour as they made their snacks, most of which being the typical chocolate covered strawberries both liked a lot, and then nestled themselves in her room. Curled into his warm body, they shared earphones as they watched ‘Valentine’s Day’. Though she asked to watch it, all her attention went to his hands continuously caressing her waist and thigh. It lulled her into a blissful trance. Sometimes he would make a joke (“We’re way cooler than Taylor and Taylor!”) and she’d chuckle and hum and rub his chest. By the time Jessica Biel was smashing the piñata, she was placing soft kisses on his neck and he had to pause the movie.

Hovering over her with a wolfish grin, he pecked her nose. “I thought you wanted to watch.”

“And I thought you were going to smother me with kisses,” she bounced back with a quirked brow. For a beat, they shared an amused look.

Then Luke laughed, diving for her lips and doing just that. That rushing feeling coursed through her veins, a pure shot of adoration and attraction with each warm, open-mouthed kiss. He tasted like chocolate, skin sticky from fruit, and smelled in that perfectly boyish way. Julie sighed into the kiss. No cheesy movie or love song could compete with the sensation of slipping her fingers in his hair and having his arms tighten like he never wanted her to stop. Her bedroom was heaven on earth.

(Perhaps that was silly. She was only seventeen after all. How much did she actually know about the world to accurately make that statement? But did it even matter if right now, right here, she felt like the luckiest girl in the universe? The cynics could bite her.)

She didn’t know how long they let their lips and hands wander. It was hard to care about time when his mouth was on her ear and her nails drew shapes on his back.

“I bet,” he whispered, “Taylor and Taylor never felt like this.”

She giggled. “You’re just jealous of the big teddy bear.”

His smile pressed on her cheek. “Maybe.”

When Luke and her first got together, they were scared to touch. Sure, they had their moment on the beach and previously, they found plenty of opportunities to be in contact. But after they made if official and there was nothing to hide behind anymore, it got scary. They yearned for affection, but what if Luke disappeared one day without meaning to and then they’d both ache for each other’s comfort? They got over it eventually and now it was only natural to feel his smile on her skin.

It was hard to imagine kissing anyone but Luke, unfathomable having a different boy hug her from behind at school and whisper sweet nothings in her ear. Only Luke could write her love notes. Only she was allowed to write him ones as well, or leave cute post-it’s on his guitar to cheer him up when he had a bad day. It was just them.

Her mind going haywire over such a simple touch jolted her memory, Julie abruptly sitting up and bringing Luke with her. His brows raised in surprise. She pecked the pout away, brushing her nose against his.

“Can I give you your present?”

A breathy smile tugged on his cheeks. “Yeah, I’m curious.”

Julie untangled herself from their embrace and reached inside her wardrobe for the gift. Sitting cross-legged in front of him, she gave him his present with barely-concealed anticipation. Hopefully he loved it as much as she loved making it!

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” she sang, watching him pull the tissue paper out the small bag and unearthing the collage and bracelet.

Speechless, he gawked at the collection of pictures. Eyes flitted past each quickly, like he wasn’t sure what he was seeing. Crawling over to sit beside him, she placed her head on his shoulder. “You like it?”

He sniffled. Julie looked up and was shocked to note his eyes were shiny. “Aw, babe!”

His gaze caught hers, distraught. “You’re not supposed to make me horny and then emotional!”

She laughed and pressed a kiss on his cheek. His cute reaction made her heart lurch with fondness. “It wasn’t supposed to make you cry.”

Luke sighed, hand guiding her face to place a proper kiss on her lips. It was short, but just as electric as all the ones before. He kissed like he played guitar - always intentional and one hundred percent.

“I love it,” he muttered. “Thank you. And I love the bracelet too.”

“I made sure it matches your others.”

He captured her lips again. “Yeah… Thanks, Jules.” His nose scrunched, arrogance dripping from his voice as he tucked a curl behind her ear. “My present is better though.”

Her arms crossed, challenged. “Oh really?”

“Hell yeah, it is. Gonna knock it out of the park.” With a snap of his finger, he conjured his songbook and stuck the collage between two fresh pages. He clicked his tongue with the typical bravado he exuded onstage. “Who knows, Jules, you might even get a crush on me.”

Just as she was about to retort with a tease of her own, her eyes caught a fluttering page with words she didn’t recognise. Pointing at it, she asked: “What’s that?”

Luke frowned, thumbing to the right side and rolling his eyes. “Some lyrics that got stuck in my head a few nights ago. It doesn’t work though.”

“Maybe not. I kind of like that part.” She tapped on the line ‘so deep, your DNA's being messed with my touch’ with a pensive wrinkle knitted in her forehead. Ideas began to brew, throwaway pieces from other discarded songs coming back to her and meshing well with what he’s already composed. “Yeah, this is good, Luke. Do you want to work on it?”

He hesitated for a beat, stare trailing from her to the half-eaten plate of snacks. “Do you want to?”

“Of course,” she smiled. They were Luke and Julie - did either of them really think they could go a day without music? Even if she hadn’t discovered this diamond in the rough, he’d inevitably spring upright to write down a riff or her fingers would tingle to try out a melody. Songwriting was perhaps the best date of all, showing that work and play could successfully be mixed together.

He sighed in relief. “Good. Okay, so I was thinking…”

Hours went by tinkering on the song, the afternoon drifting by and them having moved to the hammock in the garden. It was a spot Luke rediscovered and she all too willingly found a place next to him. They cherished the quietude and warmth even before they were dating. The page was now littered with flowing, strung-together verses and a half-done chorus. Instrumentals were for tomorrow when they were all together. In the back of her head lingered the thought that he still hasn’t given his supposed homerun of a present, but Julie reminded herself then that it didn’t even matter. This was enough. He was enough. Who knew, maybe he was just talking smack! The doubts vanished as Luke drummed his fingers on her stomach, humming a beat.

“And you thought it wouldn’t work!”, she teased.

He puffed. “Cause it didn’t! It needed the Molina Touch!”

A brow quirked, amused. “The Molina Touch?”

“Yes,” he grinned and tapped her chest. “The Touch.”

“I don’t have the Force, Luke.” When his face fell flat, she decided to play along and mimicked his motion. Her fingers circled his sternum as she said: “Well, I look forward to the Patterson Energy bringing it alive onstage.”

The boy rolled on his side, she following suit. The hammock bended to the movement, pushing them closer together. The couple snickered, noses nudging and locked in the other’s arms. Above, the sky was coloured like Monet, purples and blues and pinks as the sun dropped below the trees. Julie stared at the way he craned his neck, green eyes blown wide while marvelling at the sweeping atmosphere. He was the most beautiful person she’s ever encountered. She was probably a little obsessed with him, never bored of looking at him, of finding new freckles, moles and spots.

Her reverie snapped like a bubble as he said something.

“What?”

He repeated himself. “Wanna get waffles?”

She blinked. “Waffles?”

“Yeah,” he shrugged. “V-Day waffles. I bet they have red velvet ones.” His face twisted, like he was in on an inside joke, and murmured against her lips: “Whipped cream, Jules. Can’t resist that.”

Damn. He knew her too well. “Reggie’s going to be mad we went without him.”

“Then he should get himself a ghost lover,” he joked. Slapping her hip, the exclaim was resolute. “Let’s go!”

The drive was short, an surprising amount of waffle places scattered around Los Feliz. The cityscape was painted red for the day. Heart-shaped wreaths adorned the doors of stores, bars promoted special cocktails with pink hues, boutiques displaying date night dresses on mannequins in the windows. At the end of a large strip of food joints, a waffle house joining in with a red banner hung across the frontage. RED VELVET WAFFLES! ONLY TODAY!

Julie shot him a suspicious look. “You knew?”

He shrugged, smirking. “A good guess.”

They were lucky. The parking lot was pretty much abandoned, no onlookers to see her joking around with air. He stayed in the car as she got the treats.

As she queued, her aimless thoughts found Luke as a focal point. It was hard not to. Maybe the best thing of all for a hopeless romantic like her, was that she found someone who was an even bigger dreamer than she was. If she jumped for the stars, he rocketed himself into space and hoped for the best. It made days like Valentine’s special, but it also felt like another regular Saturday. He didn’t kiss her differently, looked at her more intently - it was always like this. The red velvet waffles was just… extra. A cherry on an already perfect milkshake. Luke and Julie never needed fireworks to make the other feel remarkable.

Dropping back in the driver’s seta with a sigh, she propped the waffles on the dashboard. “I’m not sure if it’s going to taste right, they look kind of mushy, but I’m sure the whipped cream-” The words died in her throat as she looked at Luke, a timid smile on his lips as his present laid flat in his hands. A mixtape.

Her eyes tracked the CD for a beat (jules <3 written in sharpie with his infamous scrawl) and then flicked up to his face. That was most spectacular of all: the nervous twitch in his eye, the breathy smile. Luke was flustered.

Gingerly, she took it from his grasp. “How did you make this?”, she whispered.

The palpable energy didn’t waver. “Carlos. He lend me his computer and explained how to burn CD’s.” His chuckle was awkward. “Had to get you in the car somehow.”

A smile bloomed on her lips. Her heart was truly going to explode; the gesture so thoughtful and sweet. (Shit. He did knock it out of the park. How will his ego cope?!) Reaching over the middle console, she chastely kissed him. “I already love it.”

He shook his head with a grin, shoulders loosening a bit. “You haven’t listened to it yet. C’mon, play it.” He shot her a cocky nod. “You know how to use a CD-player?”

“Very funny,” she quipped. Cautiously, she took the CD out of its case and slipped it into the player. It whirred for a beat, her upping the volume, and just as she thought she’d hear some 90s rock band, something unexpected happened.

hey jules

She froze, staring at Luke’s feverishly excited face, as his crackling voice came through the speakers.

i finally learned about technology! you happy? anyway, you know i love you. i love everything about you, i think… i think that’s kinda why i’m here to begin with.

Tears lodged itself in her chest, ready to spill. Love was going to make her go mad one day. She loved this boy so much that it was insurmountable by anything else.

that’s not- it’s not what this cd is about. His tone brightened. what i love most about you, julie molina, is how fucking in love you are with music. so what better thing to give you, is more music? these are ten songs that remind me of you… happy valentine’s day, baby.

It clicked off. Quietly, slowly, a melodious piano variation flowed in. Her breath hitched as she recognised it. Frank Sinatra’s ‘It Had To Be You’ reminded Luke of her? Her hands were shaking. His calloused ones grabbed them, pads of his fingers caressing the skin. A pout jutted from her lips, her eyes shimmering with emotion. It wasn’t fair. Boys weren’t supposed to be this romantic.

His smile could light up the entire state, touch trailing across her arm up to her cheek, grazing the lone tear that she wasn’t even aware of. “Don’t cry,” he chuckled. “I can be the only sap.”

Shaking her head, she pushed herself over the console and placed herself on his lap. The divide of a stick shift was a plain crime. Circling her arms around his neck, Julie kissed him in the way she thought the song felt. Warm and languid and timeless and wholly, utterly loving. Depthless and infinite. The thrill of his bass voice melted them together, no space between them with his hands wrapped around her lower back.

For nobody else gave me a thrill With all your faults, I love you still It had to be you, wonderful you It had to be you

“I love you,” she sighed into his mouth. “It’s not enough. It’s not…”

He kissed the lament away. “I know. That’s why music works.” Sinatra sang a line and then he grinned. “Gotta express ourselves somehow.”

Though that was true, though they had music to shape their thoughts into the most beautiful declarations of love, all she wished to have was a word. A simple word that perfectly encapsulated what she felt. Love felt too small. Too simple. But until she found it, she’d keep saying it.

And so she did. “I love you, Luke.”

His eyes shut in delight. “I love you too, Julie.”

They wouldn’t leave for a long time. Locked in each other’s loving embrace, they listened to every song on the mixtape. And when it ended, they looped it.

Time and space wasn’t really important to them anyway.

For nobody else gave me a thrill With all your faults, I love you still It had to be you, wonderful you It had to be you

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#i will force any person to listen to jazz thats my life mission #happy valentine's day!#juke #julie and the phantoms #jatp fanfiction #otp: i think we make each other better

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imgonnagetkilledbynutstink · 2 years

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Patient Is The Night

Chapter 3

(Moodboard by me)

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x Danny Wagner

Rating: none

Warnings: none

Summary: Danny takes Jake out to an market and they cook together and shit gets cute

Notes: im trying to write and get chapters out of weekends cause i typically have nothing going on then, but take that with a grain of salt, i cant hold myself to strict schedules lol. Also ignore anything i said about it being winter, i realize now they cant do anything cute in winter so its spring. Also this chapter took a bit more to write and i love it so any reblogs are 100000% appreciated!

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Jake stared at his phone. Still nothing. It had been maybe 5 days now and not a single text or call from Josh. He feels like hes expecting too much of him. He is on his honeymoon but he told Jake hed keep in touch and send pictures. Jake had never felt more alone. To be fair he hadnt messaged Josh either but he didnt know what to say. All he had been doing was adjusting and it hadnt been going great so what was he meant to say? "Hey Josh! Just had my 3rd mental breakdown of the week and ive never felt emptier, how are you?"

It was about 10:00 A.M. and Jake was letting his coffee get cold. Soon he heard the familiar knock of Danny at the door and his spirits where lifted just a bit. Danny had been stopping by now and again to check up on him but it was really nothing more then that. He hopped up from his couch and quickly walked to the door. Opening it for his friend, he said "you know you don't have to knock, right?". "I know but i figured id be polite. Didnt think you needed someone barging in unwelcomed right now" Jake rolled his eyes "you arent unwelcomed" he mumbled. Danny giggled and closed the door.

"So, today its supposed to get in the mid 80s and i was thinking we could go do something! I dont think you sitting around and doing nothing alone is really helping..." Danny said. Jake giggled a little and looked out the window. It was beautiful outside. "Well... it does look pretty nice". Danny smiled and clapped. "Great! So i was think we could go to the market out downtown. Maybe do some cooking. Or baking. Or both. I know you like both" Danny rambled. Jake giggled again. He loved when Danny got like this. "I do like both"

"Ill go get dressed, wait here" Jake said and ran upstairs. Danny felt like a kid. He remembered doing things like the market or the fair with Jake and the rest of the band when they where kids. He remembered one time when Jake was scared to go on the rollercoaster and hid his face in Danny's shoulder the whole ride. Danny has been taller then Jake since he was 14 so he was used to that kind of stuff but for some reason that memory really stuck with him.

Jake came downstairs wearing a white long sleeved turtleneck, brown bell bottoms and one of his signatre big black hats. Danny felt his face get hot. While getting his money together, Jake looked over at Danny and noticed how pink his cheeks where. "Oh no, did you get sunburn on your way over here? I know we live close but you have to stop walking here in this weather" Jake sighs "ill get you some sunscreen, hold on" he disappears into the downstairs bathroom.

"Yeah, must be sunburn" Danny says, more to himself then Jake. Jake comes back out and hands him the bottle. After putting it on, the two leave and Jake drives them to the market. Jake parks the car and as soon as he steps out he hears the squelsh of the mud under his feet. He sighs in defeat "well this will be fun to drive out of" Danny giggles in response and they head in. Jake has never been great around people he doesnt know, but hes happy to be around others again. He had some well needed alone time but he feels a lot more open now.

Danny walks up to a booth to buy some apples and soon hears Jake shout "Danny, look at this guy's chicken!" Danny pokes his head out to see Jake holding a chicken while standing by a seafood booth. "Jake, where did you get the chicken" Danny says after making his way over. "We just got here and you already have a chicken?" "Would you have preferred me to find the chicken later? Also she belongs to him" Jake gestures towards the elderly man running the seafood booth. Dan cant help but laugh at this situation amd takes a picture of Jake holding the chicken. Eventually Jake has to part ways with her, much to his disappointment.

Danny feels the familiar feeling of Jake holding onto the back of his shirt so he doesnt lose him in the crowd. Danny loved feeling helpful. They stopped at a wine booth to try a sample or two. When Jake tried some of the dark red wine, Danny couldnt help but giggle at the faint pink stain it left on Jake's top lip. Jake looked up at him and innocently tilted his head in confusion. "Youve uh, youve got some wine on your lip" Danny said and without thinking ran his thumb over Jake's lip to wipe it off.

Jake blushed a little and Danny immediatly pulled away when he realized what he had just done. "Is it off?" Jake asked shyly, trying to ignore what had happened. "Y-yeah you're good". "So uh... you guys gonna buy a bottle or what?" The lady running the booth asked, seemingly running low on patience. "Oh! Yes please" Jake answers. They buy a couple bottles and move on. "What should we have for dinner? Do you have a taste for anything?" Danny asked. Jake thought about it for a moment "maybe some kind of pasta?". Danny smiled and nodded in agreement and they went on their way to find ingredients for chicken alfredo.

Sadly it was getting later and they had finished their shopping. The people at the market where closing up for the night. Danny and Jake had spent more time there then they anticipated. And to make it better it started to rain. The two sprinted for the car through the mud and the puddles and tossed their things in the back seat. When they got in the car and slammed their doors shut, they burst out into laughter. Jakes hat was soaked and so there the bottoms of his pants. Danny's everything was soaked. "Do you mind if we stop at my house to i can get a change of clothes?"

"I mean sure but you did leave a pair of pajamas at my house a while back" Jake said, tossing his damp hair in a bun and starting the car. "I know but that was for if i was staying over and i dont want to walk home in my boxers and a t shirt. Im pretty sure my neighbors will call the cops on me" Jake giggles at that statement. "Well you can always stay the night if you want. We didnt change Josh's old room into a guest room for nothing". Danny thought about it for a moment and agreed. As they where driving home, Dan caught himself staring at Jake. His mind was racing with thoughts. He was thinking about how cute Jake's ears were, mostly.

They pulled into the driveway and ran inside with their things. After getting inside, Danny slipped on the mud on his shoes and fell on his butt. Jake laughed at him and sat down on the floor next to him. They laughed at each other and their eyes eneded up landing on the other's. Danny felt lost in Jake's. They where so dark and warm, like a dark oak tree. "Your hair's wet" was all he could say and Jake laughed more. Jake gets up and helps him to his feet. They go into the seperate rooms and change into something comfier. Jake caught himself still giggling while changing and didnt know why he was so giddy around Danny. He realized he hadnt looked at his phone all day. Usually he would have been checking it every hour hoping for something from Josh. He checked it for good measure but it was exactly what he expected, nothing.

He couldnt help but feel like he was being ignored and he missed Josh so much. Tears pool in his eyes but he wiped them away immediately. "No" he thought to himself. "You're having fun and i dont want to let Josh ruin that... its been so long since youve had fun". He heard a knock on his door and wiped his eyes one more time just in case before opening the door. "You okay? I thought i heard you sniffling" Danny said looking a bit worried. "Im okay, dont worry" Jake said with a small smile before tossing his phone on the bed and heading downstairs.

They spend some time cooking and goofing off. Jake plays an Elton John record and they sing together. Danny's hair had dried over time and looked so frizzy. Jake giggled and ran his hand through it, moving it out of Danny's face. Danny smiled down and Jake and suddenly he felt so small, but in a good way. He felt so safe with Danny and he made his chest feel funny. "Your hair is soft" Jake says quietly. Danny blushed but didnt follow his instict to pull away or move Jake's hand. They stood there like that for a bit before Danny looked down at the sauce he had been stirring and said "its done, of you want to set the table" Jake pulled away gently and nodded. When Danny came into the dining room, the table was set but Jake was nowhere to be seen.

He put the food on the plates and poured the some wine. Soon jake came down the stairs holding his phone. "I wanted to take a picture, for Josh" Jake said. Danny smiled and nodded. He moved out of the way so Jake could get a nice picture of the food. Jake took it and sent it to Josh. The two sat down and started eating. "This is quite possibly the best pasta ive ever had" Jake said. Danny giggled. "Well what do you get when you put two good cooks in a kitchen together? Easy. Good ass food" Danny replied. Eventually they finished and headed to their rooms.

Danny layed down in the bed in the new guest room. He stared at the ceiling and knew he wouldn't be able to fall asleep. His mind was racing with thoughts and memories about today. He couldnt help but laugh to himself. He was so happy. Meanwhile, in the other room, jake stared at his phone. It had been a few hours and still nothing, it hadn't even been seen by Josh. Jake felt the tears pool in his eyes and this time he couldn't stop them. He missed Josh a lot. He would have been happy with anything, a hello, or a goodmorning, if he was really lucky maybe even a quick call but he got nothing. Jake didnt get to cry for very long before Danny poked his head in.

Jake couldn't bring himself to explain his situation but the truth was, he didnt have too. Danny didnt care, all he cared about was that Jake was crying. Danny crawled into the bed next to Jake and was immediately hugged by him tightly. Jake cried into Danny's chest and Danny slowly layed the two of them down on the bed. He hugged Jake back and ran his fingers through his hair. "I miss Josh" Jake cried weakly into Danny's shirt. "I know, bug, i know". Jake liked that, bug. It was new but it made him feel special. The two layed there and eventually Jake's cries stopped and where replaced by soft snores. Danny let himslef drift off as well and thats how they fell asleep, close and tangled in each other. Safe.

Taglist: @tripthelight-fanfic @theweightofstardust @goodpointsandbadpoints @asthedaysgobythesun @teddiie @infantryvines

#greta van fleet #gvf #jake gvf #jake kiszka #danny wagner #danny gvf #josh kiszka #josh gvf #sam kiszka #sam gvf #elf husbands #gvf fic #fic #fanfiction #writing

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gojos-sidepiece-69 · 3 years

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Tokyo Tech Training- Chapter 6

By the time you woke up on Wednesday, you were still seething with rage. Who does that little shit think he is? Was he still a little boy? He was 28, for Christ’s sake, when was he going to grow up??! You shoved the microscopic train of thought that you found Gojo Satoru’s immaturity charming deep into the depths of your subconsciousness. You felt an unwanted warmth spread upwards and inwards from your thighs when you opened your phone and saw the inappropriate picture Gojo had sent you last night, dangling your lacy pink underwear from his index finger. You were still angry, but your heat pulsed at the thought of your panties in his hands. You shook the thought away when you felt drool shamelessly pooling at the sides of your mouth.

What you hated to dwell on even more was the growing realization that the more Gojo touched you with those long fingers of his, the more his tongue and his overly moisturized, glistening lips ghosted across your skin, the more you felt deprived of the sensation when he was gone. The hunger was only growing. You realized that you had only taken his dick inside of you once, just once...you felt empty. No, you thought to yourself. This was selfish and pathetic on both of your ends; your little schoolgirl crush had gone way too far. You needed to stop fucking him, even if he made your body tremble your throat moan in ways no one else could even dream of doing.

The past five days had been such a chaotic blur that you hadn’t processed the fact that tomorrow was your...your birthday. How had you not realized it when Sukuna first proposed his deal that day at the mall? “The Itadori boy’s room on Thursday at 11 PM. If you’re late, you’ll be punished however I see fit.” You could still hear his deep, demonic voice. So that was how you were going to be spending your birthday evening tomorrow: being tossed around like a plaything by a 1,000 year old curse. You sighed deeply and put your head into your hands, not even surprised anymore at the absurdity of the situation. What the hell were you doing with your life? You came to Tokyo Tech to train to become a Jujutsu Sorcerer, not practice your Kegel techniques with your teacher every other day. Just take things one day at a time, you reminded yourself, as you begrudgingly dragged yourself out of your bed.

Today was your second day filled with exerting and harsh training, but at least it wasn’t as traumatizing as your earlier Field Training expedition. When you got to the grassy training field on campus, you looked around for Gojo, feeling a tiny sliver of disappointment when Maki told you, “He’s out for the day. He’ll be back tomorrow, but us second-years are overlooking your training today.” Damn, you thought. You couldn’t resist how delicious the thought of showing off was for your cocky....fuck, stop thinking about him. It was as if his stupid, dimpled smile was permanently branded to the right side of your brain. You turned around to watch Nobara and Panda goofing around, swinging each other in circles and getting thrown around like frisbees. Track-star Yuji and a stubborn Megumi were racing each other up and down the track like their first names were Usain.

Your friends all looked so cute in their blue tracksuits, you smiled. Toge was yelling, “Salmon! Tuna-salmon!” as Maki practiced her new, crisp cursed-tool technique on him with her incredible agility. “Wait up!” You yelled after Yuji and Megumi, challenging the two boys to a quick hundred-meter dash. “Loser buys us all drinks for my birthday tomorrow!”

Somehow, Megumi lost the race but promised to buy you all drinks tomorrow; you smiled inwardly, thinking about something he once said about having a strong moral compass that couldn’t easily be shaken. At least you knew of two good guys you could rely on, even if they were a spiky sea urchin and an extra large pink cupcake. “Hold on, hold on. Why didn’t you tell us tomorrow was your birthday?! Explain yourself,” Nobara demanded, crossing her arms at you. “I guess I just forgot...” you started, but she wasn’t having it. “I love birthdays, and we’re using yours as a chance to celebrate. I think we all deserve some more sweets and drinks, right? And I can go shopping to get you a present!" She gushed, and before you told her it wasn’t a big deal, she tutted at you. “No ifs and buts. I’ll decorate my dorm and we can all meet there tomorrow at 9 PM. No excuses,” she pointed a finger in your face. “Okay, okay,” you smiled, before wickedly challenging Yuji and Megumi to a rematch.

The rest of your day was filled with arduous exercise and training with your second-years, and it was soon time for bed. You woke up the next day sore again, but thought to yourself that you might as well get used to the muscle ache - it was only going to get worse from here. You were going to have the bones of an 80-year-old soon, if you kept this up. You laughed darkly and nervously at the thought of having arthritis as a teenager, before a spirited Yuji and Nobara bursted into your room yelling, “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!! :)” You thanked them, head ringing slightly from their yelling at 8 in the morning. They jumped onto your bed with you, tackling you with warm hugs and tickling you.

Yuji slapped a birthday cake sticker against your cheek, insisting that you must keep it on all day. “Guys, guys, stop,” you laughed, eyes watering from laughing. Megumi stood at the doorway and nodded your way before wishing you a happy birthday. Yuji got up and dragged him into the group hug, Megumi’s face smashing against Yuji’s stomach. Your dark haired friend groaned as the rest of you poked fun at him. This was the best birthday morning you had in a very long time.

You peeled the cake sticker off of your face and stuck it onto your mirror. “Let’s go out again today and hit every good Ramen shop in the damn city! And then go shopping in Harajuku!” Nobara ordered rather than suggested, and you both reeled from excitement. She knew how much you loved food. She grabbed you by the wrists and pulled you all the way to the front of the school, not even giving you time to change. So the four of you stood in front of Tokyo Tech in your pajamas, hailing a cab to get downtown. You spent all day with your friends, and the three of you loved teasing Megumi for his seriousness. You could’ve sworn you saw him smile once, when a waiter at one Ramen restaurant placed a big steaming bowl in front of him. Everyone ate out of each other’s dishes greedily, snatching and stealing.

After that, you headed to shops selling outrageously expensive clothing, including one dedicated to just selling corsets. You all pushed inside, trying on ones that you could never afford. You laughed as Yuji tried on a pink frilly corset, making Megumi wear a deep blue one. Nobara tried to talk you into a plan for shoplifting a set for the both of you to share, but you were too afraid you’d get caught. “Oh my god! Is that Nanami?” Nobara whispered too loudly, and the blonde man turned towards the four of you. He had a lacy set of undergarments in his hands, and Yuji hooted. “Who’s that for, Nanami-Sensei?” He jumped up and down. “I told you not to call me that. And that’s none of your business. Tch.”The man answered in his slightly-flustered deep voice, adjusting his leopard-print tie. He quickly walked over to the cash register to avoid dealing with you four. You all laughed it off, making jokes the whole way out.

“HAHA-and what if he’s into some super weird kinky stuff, too?!” Nobara asked. “I can see it! He’s totally a Fifty Shades of Grey type-man...he’s probably secretly a sadist or something,” Yuji said spookily, waving his arms around.

Before you knew it, you were back in your dorm and it was almost 9 PM, time for your little party. You tugged open your closet doors, wondering what you should wear for the occasion. Since it was your birthday, you decided you could afford to show some skin and let loose for the night. Nobara had even warned you and the boys earlier that if you didn’t wear something nice she would “use the straw doll ritual technique on you.” So you settled on a short black dress with spaghetti straps, still an avid supporter of the Bloutfit. You knocked on Nobara’s door and entered, and seeing all your classmates in there dressed nicely for you warmed your heart: Megumi, Toge, and Yuji wore cute slacks and button-down long sleeve shirts, Nobara wore a pink skirt and a white top, and Maki dressed up in a power suit. Panda was panda.

Your stomach did three consecutive backflips when your eyes landed on none other than Gojo Satoru, leaning back against a wall and smiling at you. Oh, so he was back from his trip already, huh? This try-not-to-stare game was getting really hard when he, too, was wearing nice slacks and a crisp button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up. He wore his dumb sunglasses, and damn, did this man look expensive.

Megumi shoved two bottles of fancy-looking wine into your hands, keeping his promise. Everyone passed the bottles around, laughing and swaying to music (which Yuji was again in charge of, starting the night off with Walk Down by FNF Chop). You played a couple of intense rounds of charades, and you would never forget Yuji’s impersonation of John Cena. Ever. Because you now had a permanent stain on your dress where you had spat out your wine. See, this is why we wear black, though! You felt someone grab your wrist and lead you outside of the room and into the dimly lit hallway.

Before you could even process it, a certain 6’ 3” tree bent into your ear and whispered, “Happy birthday, princess,” while shoving a small box into your hands. He pulled back up and leaned against the wall, nodding at you with a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. You opened your mouth to angrily argue with him, but he put a finger to your mouth and shushed you. “Just open it.” You narrowed your eyes as you popped the lid of the box open, heat instantly rising to your cheeks. You stared down at a pair of fluffy pink handcuffs. “What the fuck is this?” You asked him bluntly, and he stupidly replied, “Handcuffs, dummy. I was thinking we could use them soon during one of our training sessions. Trust me, you’ll like them,” he winked at you through his sunglasses. Before you could scoff and tell him you weren’t the type of girl who was into bright pink sex toys, he said, “Oh, and one more thing before I forget.”

He reached into his back pocket and pulled out the panties he had stolen from your pile of clothes in the shed last night. He took a step toward you and pulled the top of your dress out, slipping your underwear inside. His hand lingered on your chest longer than it should have, until he pulled it back out and placed his hand on the back of his neck. “Well, you’d better get going. Yuji knows about the deal, blah blah blah, so meet Sukuna at his room at 11, okay?” You froze and your stomach dropped. How could you have forgotten? What time was it? You glanced at your phone frantically. “It’s 11:27, you moron! Why didn’t you remind me earlier??” You panicked. “Oh shit, sorry about that. Well, you better get going now, then.” Gojo called after you “Have fun!” And “Be safe!” And “Use protection!” As you scrambled down the hallway to meet your impending doom.

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#saturo gojo #gojo x reader #fanfic #x y/n #jjk smut #fluff #jujutsu kaisen #jjk anime #jjk #anime #chapter 6 #fanfiction

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pastaaa-bird · 3 years

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Day 4:historical

@aphrarepairweek2021

Sorryforbeingadaylate

Oh warning for very minor swearing(only happens three times) but other then that there is nothing inappropriate and also there is implied period typical homophobia in this

Summary: An 80s human AU where a stressed out Chiara (nyo Romano) is saved from going crazy by a hero(Amelia aka nyo America)

Basically this is just fluff, fluff and more fluff

Chiara Vargas was a second a way from flipping her desk and raging down the halls, or at least she would be if she had not possessed just enough self control to hold back on the urge.

“Fuck fuck fuck….” Chiara muttered, the sound coming out muffled from her face being squished against her desk in failure.

“OH, CHIARA” came a high pitch voice down stairs.

Reluctantly she lifted her head to the sound.

“WHAT?I'M BUSY”,she yelled back, mentally cursing her brother for disturbing her sulking.

“A CERTAIN SOMEONE IS HERE FOR YOU",

“WHO IS IT?”,

“YOU'LL HAVE TO COME DOWN AND SEE",

After managing to hold back a bitter protest she stood up then stormed down stairs.

“This better be worth my time, Feli or l swear to Dio l’ll-",

Chiara came to a halt once she saw the girl beside Feliciano.

“Hey!” a cheerful voice as usual from the smiling blonde with pink sunglasses in her hair, dressed in her demine shorts, red t-shirt and long white socks with a pair of roughed up old sneakers.

“Amelia- uh hi there" She replied while awkwardly fidgeted with the sleeves of her jacket, embarrassed at the realisation that she had heard her yelling.

“Nice to see you calm down, anyway l’ll you two ladies to it”, he winked at Chiara who rolled her eyes at the look, not sure whether to love or hate that it felt the exact same to when her grandfather would make comments about her bringing a boyfriend home.

He disappeared into the sitting room to join Valentino on the couch.

“I was wondering if you would want to hang out, we haven't done that for ages”,

“Oh right, ugh l don't think l can”,

“Sure you can! You're not busy are you?”,

“l am, study”,

Amelia raised an eyebrow at that.

“Study? Our exams aren't till two weeks" ,

“I know, l know but l'm sick of revising everything on the night before the exam, besides l need as much of time as possible to understand this crap",

“Ah fair enough- how about l help ya with it? math l'm guessing?”,

Sighing at the memory of her many failed attempts at completing and understanding equations and formulas she nodded.

“Yeah, but are you sure?”,

“Definitely!”, stated Amelia with both hands on her hips and standing tall to her eagerness for the task.

“Alright then...",

A while later Chiara found her self back at her desk with Amelia standing beside her reading over her practice questions, nervously waiting for the results.

It felt like an eternity before Amelia finally looked up and spoke.

“And…that's like sixty five percent right!”,

“Sixty five?! Where did l go wrong this time?!”,

They had been at this for quite some time now. Despite Chiara’s frustration she stayed relativity calm for the most part thanks to Amelia’s encouragement and little jokes that made her either outright laugh or complain due to what she claimed was annoyance even if though she did find it humorous.

“Symbols, you forgot them again, there's supposed to be a measurement symbol at the end of this to say whether it's centimetres squared or cubed or meters squared- eh you get the point...", she paused then continued.

Miss Kirkland is your math teacher, right? She's real strict when it comes to small stuff like that so she takes off a lot of marks”, explained Amelia while doodling with the pen in the corner of the practice sheet of paper Chiara had used.

Miss Kirkland, certified smartass- even if it is technically her job to be one. Now, Chiara didn’t exactly hate her but she was far from a favourite in terms of teachers she was forced to put up with.

She hated how Miss Kirkland loved to call on those who she knew where not paying attention, there was a sense of snobbishness when it came to the way Miss Kirkland would proudly correct the unsuspecting student with a smile that more closely resembled a smirk.

“l hate this, I'm so close to getting this right but l keep screwing it up”,

“Come on it's fine! You've made awesome progress since when we started! It's only been like what….an hour? Give yourself some credit",

“…l guess you're right. But I'm also stuck for other things- like history and geography suck",

“ Wanna head to the library? They got good resources for both”, questioned Amelia now looking up from her doodling.

“Nah, I've had enough school for today. Let's do something else, anything in mind?”,

“Ooh! A few things-“,

Understandably Chiara was not surprised when they had arrived at the arcade on their bikes.

“Is this becoming an addiction for you?”,

“Ha-ha very funny, you have your obsessions and l have mine”,

“You even call it obsession, keep all this up and l'll be hosting an intervention for you",

This time Amelia genuinely laughed in response, Chiara savoured every second of the sound.

They were stuck there for a while, when it came to Amelia's great interest and Chiara’s competitive attitude it was easy to guess that there would obviously be competitions to see who could score the highest.

To Chiara’s dislike Amelia ended up winning proportionally more then she did followed by listening to the victory taunts from Amelia.

And it seemed that as quickly as they arrived they where off again.

“No, no, no, nah, no, nope, no”,

“Oh come on! l thought you weren't a quitter”,

“I have my exceptions, this is one of them",

Roller skating, she wanted Chiara to roller skate. Clearly Amelia wasn't aware of the fact that Chiara would likely crawl into the ground out of embarrassment if she would likely- no when, when she would end up falling flat on the floor.

“l'll help ya along! You'll be fine", urged Amelia tilting her head to the side with pleading eyes.

Upon arrival to the centre she instantly felt her heart sink knowing what would be expected her. After much convincing from Amelia and equally as much rants about what could go wrong from Chiara- she ended up agreeing to at least attempting to skate.

Chiara felt her chest tighten and face heat up once she suddenly felt the hand of Amelia intertwine with her own, guiding her into the skating area after they got their roller blades.

It was fascinated to see how effortlessly Amelia could move, practically gliding with ease although at a much slower pace due to guiding Chiara along. For this moment anyway, Chiara forgot how to feel anxious.

The last destination for the day was the local diner.

“Two milkshakes please, a double chocolate for myself and a strawberry and banana mix for her”,

“Coming right up, dear", replied the waitress.

“Oh and don't worry l'm paying, l owe ya for last time with the ice-creams” reassured Amelia after she placed their order.

It was the small things that Chiara adored about Amelia the most, how she remembered her favourite foods was one of them. Along with her passing small notes with funny faces on them to her whenever they shared a class and she had noticed that Chiara was dying of boredom.

They sat on the high chairs in front of the counter top as they awaited her drinks, Amelia flapped her hands with giddy excitement once they were received, Chiara couldn't help smile at the sight.

She thought about sharing the milkshake together, putting the straw in her drink like those shitty romantic movies Amelia loves so much. It would be cute wouldn't it? Cuter to see Amelia's reaction to the gesture! She smiled to herself at the idea.

Then her face dropped.

No, no they couldn't, not here, although her smile was brought back again by looking towards her girlfriend who had all her attention on blowing bubbles into her drink.

“Should you really be playing with your food like that?”, she questioned placing the straw into her own drink.

“Might as well make the most of it when my folks aren't here to tell me off ", Amelia shrugged in response.

Chiara found her self agreeing with that mentality and joined in with the childish behaviour.

They cycled back to the house, it was getting dark already.

Amelia was invited in and the two walked past the living room seeing Feliciano and Valentino with their eyes still glued to their precious TV.

At peace now they were sat together on the back porch. There was a small garden behind the Vargas' house, it was closed off by the tall fence( put there mostly so the neighbour's cat couldn't hope over and ruin the vegetable patches or flowers).

The air was humid all day and was beginning to cool down with the sun getting lower and the clouds moving in.

For what could have been anywhere from a minute to a thousand years the two spoke about anything and everything, the topics seemed to flow so easily, naturally changing with ease.

Finally the two sat in comfortable silence, looking towards the sky who’s colours had turned into oranges, yellows and pinks.

This is what Chiara so deeply enjoyed, how they could just sit together and feel so secure.

Routinely this what would be done for one another if the other was upset and asked for so, this time was often spent with their hand held or being hugged by the other.

There would be times where Chiara in particular would wish to be alone, in cases like this Amelia would go prepare or buy a snack for whenever Chiara is feeling okay again, it gave her something to look forward to when she needed to be alone with her own depressing thoughts.

Sometimes when Amelia would be upset she would just want to vent and vent with no words of “it will be okay" or “look on the bright side of things", Chiara was there to listen and agree with the difficulty of whatever situation she found herself in.

Chiara's head was rested on Amelia’s shoulder, her arm wrapped around her in response to it.

Now it was getting cold, thankfully she still wore her jacket…but maybe…

“Amy?”,

“Yeah?”,she quietly answered back to the nickname.

“It's getting a bit…chilly don't you think? Would you, would you like my jacket?”,

“Oh...Uh sure.If you wouldn't mind that is”, a blush covered Amelia’s cheeks, she was rarely flustered or at least visibly.

The jacket was a gift to Chiara for Christmas from one of her relatives, it was given oversized to her but she kept it since it seemed more comfortable like this. On Amelia the jacket finally looked normal, it fit her well and looked quiet lovely.

They went back to silence until Chiara broke it again.

“Thanks by the way. I really needed today- to get my mind off of all this stupid fucking stress l've been trapped in lately",

“Of course. We all need a break now and then",

“You could say that again…l love you" Chiara looked up, her chin now on Amelia's shoulder.

Amelia glanced down at her and grinned.

“The feeling is mutual, sweetheart"

The end

Okay now for me rambling

Uhhhhh l read through this and l don't think l made any mistakes? I'll edit this if there are and sorry if you saw any, idk l'm bad at checking for mistakes and l don't have someone to proof read for me

Oh and Valentino is human Seborga and alsooo not sure if l made it clear but Feliciano does know about their relationship and also Chiara is Bi and happy to feel valid in her relationship with Amelia as if it were the exact same as when she is with a guy and not something taboo in this time period

ALSO damn, sorry this isn't that particular to the 80s- l did leave out things l was originally going to add in though! Like l was going to have Felicianio and Valentino have a movie marton but according to Wikipedia they werent common around then and the ones that did happen were anime soooo y e p

Also thought about adding in a house cord phone but eh idk it felt nicer to have Amelia visit instead of having Chiara call her or if l tried writting it as Amelia calling and then showing up it just felt forced and weirdly put in any way l tried to write it in

AH l am so worried that this is boring or cringy, like l honestly can't tell if it is or is this fine-ehh l guess l've written worse um yeah if you've read this far thanks :)

(I'm editing this for mistakes and wtf 90 is so high why would she be shocked- damn l think l know why l originally wrote that, l was thinking Amelia said ONE of the questions is 90% right but before it l said she was correcting multiple questions so it reads as multiple questions being 90% right all together ANYWAY l corrected it so it's fine again okay bye -AND it turns out l missed some mistakes yet again-editing this for the 3rd time rip)

#hetalia #hetalia 2021 #hetalia america #nyotalia #nyo america #nyo romano #hws america #hws romano #romerica #hws americano #hws romerica #hetalia fanfiction

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revasserium · 4 years

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Hey! Can i please ask for 5 + Oikawa? Thanks!

hq!!reqs temporarily: closed ; all other reqs: open

send me a number a character and i’ll write you a drabble ;

5. love as one of the dead languages oikawa ; 3,718 words, assassin!au

a/n: this will… maybe. have a part 2… maybe.

for him, love was never a question, and death almost always the answer. it was never a question of why, only how and where and when. but then again, he’d never questioned the who either, assassination as a trade, or the stock of lives taken like tally-marks against his skin – sometimes, when he closes his eyes, he thinks he can hear them screaming.

the first time he meets you, it’s at the grocery store. you bump into him, one airpod hanging from your ear, a loaded shopping basket swinging from your arms. you turn with wide eyes and a cherry-stem mouth to apologize for not paying more attention.

he tells you it’s okay, smiles, and glances at the things in your basket.

“big party this weekend?”

you shake your head, grinning up at him, “nope! i just really like cooking. so i cook a ton of food and bring it to all my neighbors. there’s an old lady that lives two doors down from me who loves it! and she has the cutest cat – his name is mr. meowmers.”

oikawa blinks, your voice chiming through him like church bells, the sound of it something he doesn’t think he’ll forget in a hurry. there’s a light in your eyes that makes him wonder if you’ve ever tasted the pain of heartbreak, another part of him that hopes (wishes, like a child on a shooting start) that you won’t ever have to.

“ah…” is all he musters before you’re off again.

“he’s a really cute cat, but i think i’m a little allergic. i always get the sniffles when i visit them. or maybe it’s just cause the old lady hasn’t dusted in like… 87 years.”

oikawa laughs, and the realization shocks even himself. when was the last time he’d laughed like that – a completely unweaponized thing, reactionary and natural. he tries to think back and finds that he can’t remember.

“oh shit! sorry, i’ve gotta go – the weather forecast said it was gonna rain and i left the goats out on the window. bye! and sorry again for bumping into you!”

he doesn’t have the chance to ask you your name; he spends the remainder of his shopping trip wondering why he’d ever want such a thing. it’s not like him to be so… sentimental.

two days later, he moves into a new safehouse. and it’s in a nice enough building, if a little dated (built in the 80′s, or something like that), doorman and mailroom – he thinks he’ll be sad to leave. it isn’t till he hears someone knocking on his door that he frowns, pressing the large sniper rifle he’d been assembling back into its case and kicking the entire thing under the couch before peering cautiously into the peephole.

his stomach drops out of his body at the sight of your face.

your cheeks a little pink, your bottom lip caught in your teeth.

you reach out to knock again, but oikawa pulls the door open with a colgate smile.

“hi! i’m sorry to bother – oh! it’s you!”

you blink up at him as he leans casually against the doorframe, wondering what on earth you’re doing here.

“ah – yes, it’s me,” he says with a small flourish of hands, his heart thumping against his ribcage. the world swaying beneath him because why the hell are you here? and more importantly, why does he care so damn much?

“uhm – i was wondering if i could borrow some sugar? it’s just – i was baking and i was halfway through mixing everything before i realized that i forgot to buy sugar that one time at the store and – well, the old lady, she likes stuff really, really sweet, even though her doctor’s been telling her that she needs to keep the sugar intake down. and –” you teeter on the balls of your feet, rocking forwards and backwards as you babble on and oikawa can’t help feeling just a bit endeared.

“do you live here?” he asks, catching you in between breaths.

you nod, your smile widening tenfold as you point to the door diagonally across from his. his heart sinks into the place where his stomach used to be.

“yep! just over there.”

oikawa forces another smile and jerks his head towards his living room, “i can get you some sugar if you give me a sec. how much do you need?”

you purse your lips, your eyes glittering with what he imagines is an entire galaxy of just-born stars, “just a cup! oh – or maybe two – to be on the safe side. in case i need them for the cupcakes. yeah, definitely two cups.”

oikawa nods before retreating back into the apartment. he scoops out two cups of sugar from his untouched sugar box into a large bowl and returns to the door, handing it over with a smile.

you bow your head, your hair fluttering around your shoulders – its only then that he notices how long it is, falling around your face like a waterfall, sleek and smooth and –

he wonders if it’s soft. girls’ hair usually is. he wonders if it’ll smell nice too.

he resists the urge to lean foward and check.

“thank you! i’ll bring you some when they’re finished – and uhm – well,” you stand back up, your cheeks three shades darker than they were before, “thanks, again,” you totter along the edge of your words, and he leans in, as if drawn forward by some invisible force – perhaps gravity, perhaps something much less physical. but he stops himself.

this is not the time, nor the place.

“you’re welcome! and, thanks in advance! i’m sure the cake will be delicious!”

he watches you scurry a back to your door, bowing once more before you turn into your own apartment, the sliver of it he catches when you open your door is bright and a veritable explosion of pastel colors.

by the time you disappear back into your own apartment, oikawa is already hitting speed dial on his phone.

“tell me you didn’t fuck this mission up already.”

oikawa scowls at the sound of iwaizumi’s voice.

“i’m not always a fuck-up, have a little faith.”

iwaizumi lets out a bark of laughter, “right, like that time you accidentally left your gloves on the rooftop of the shinjuku hit? or that time –”

“okay, okay – shut up! i get it, so i’m a little… scattered, but i always get the job done, don’t i?”

iwaizumi snorts across the lines, “yeah. by some godforsaken miracle.”

oikawa smirks, “i’m pretty sure being forsaken by god is a prerequisite for assassination as a career path. isn’t that like… on the pamphlet they give you at job fairs?”

“alright, what do you want?”

oikawa slumps down on his sofa, “the girl living diagonally across the hall from me. in unit 1012 – whatever info we’ve got on her.”

silence. and then.

“do i even wanna ask?”

oikawa grins, glancing down at the bit of sugar caught on his shirt, “depends. do you like cupcakes?”

two days later, he returns from a particularly grisly assignment, his joints aching from a completely unwarranted bar fight, the front of his shirt completely soaked in blood and beer. he doesn’t even want to think about how he might smell.

“rough day at work?”

every muscle in his body tenses at the sound of your voice. his hand rests on his door and he somehow manages not to break the handle off the hinges.

he turns towards you, pressing his lips into a rice paper smile.

“something like that. some of the coworkers wanted to get some drinks after and uh – things got a little messy.”

you laugh, your shoulders shaking, your eyes alight with mirth. he watches you with a muted fascination. he’s never known anyone to laugh as freely as you do.

“a little, you look like you murdered a guy!”

he laughs, “oh, homicide via tequila shots is a pretty frequent occurrence in my life, so, you’re not entirely wrong.”

you smile, ducking into your apartment only to return a moment later with a platter of freshly baked cookies.

“here, i made these today – macadamia nuts, you said you like them, right?”

oikawa nods, cautiously reaching out to take a few, hoping that you won’t notice the blood caked beneath his fingernails.

when he finally pushes through the door of his own temporary abode, he finds iwaizumi sprawled across the couch, his feet propped up on the coffee table.

his eyebrows are millimeters from disappearing into his hairline.

“homicide via tequila shots – really?”

oikawa scoffs through a mouthful of cookie, pulling his sullied shirt over his head and tossing it into the basket by his door, lovingly labeled burn pile.

iwaizumi eyes him with a curious expression.

“i got the file, on the chick in 1012.” he waves a thin folio in the air before tossing it down onto the table by his feet. oikawa swallows, licks the crumbs from his lips before picking up the file.

he nods, skimming over your name, birth date, birth place, social security, nationality.

“studying criminal psychology, interesting.”

iwaizumi cackles, “that girl? criminal psych? please say sike.”

oikawa frowns, “you never know, she could have been onto us since day one.”

iwaizumi rolls his eyes, “us – you mean you? letting her borrow sugar.”

oikawa scoffs, “it’s just sugar, and it’s not like i’ll ever use it for anything.”

“right, cause you can’t cook worth a shit.”

“i’ll filet your ass if you keep on going off –”

“you know that this can’t be a thing, right?” iwaizumi’s voice dips into a lower register, his eyes going dark as he leans forward to fix oikawa with a look.

oikawa narrows his eyes, “of course i know it can’t be a thing – i let her borrow sugar. it’s not like a fucking proposal for marriage –”

iwaizumi shrugs, “with you, i’m never sure.”

oikawa pouts, raising his hand to toss your file back at iwaizumi. but he stops himself with a sigh. he opens his mouth to say something, but a series of knocks at the door tells him that you’re on the other side of it. probably with another tray of some baked good you’d spent the whole day making.

he takes a breath and opens the door.

“hey! i made challa bread – cause the couple in 1017 are jewish and – oh, were you about to take a shower? sorry –”

oikawa glances down at his bare chest and flashes you a sheepish grin.

“i was about to hop in the shower, but damn, these look really good. did you have to braid it yourself and everything?”

you nod, the excitement painted so plainly across your face he feels his heart stutter.

fuck.

“here! uhm – this one’s for you. and uh – if your friend wants some, he can have some too! i’ll let you get back to your – uhm –” you glance at his chest again before flushing the most darling shade of pink, “showering,” you finish, bowing as he reaches out to pick up the large loaf of challah bread. he waves his free hand as you scramble back to your own apartment, glancing over your shoulder once more before ducking behind the door.

oikawa closes his own door with a sigh.

he meets iwaizumi’s gaze with a flatline one of his own.

iwaizumi looks from the loaf of bread in oikawa’s hands back up to his face.

“not a marriage proposal, huh?” he scoffs, “damn, you’re fucked.”

oikawa stares down at the freshly baked bread in his hands before heaving a sigh.

“get out of my house – i still need to shower.”

iwaizumi gives him one last once-over before pushing to his feet. he brushes by oikawa with a grimace, pausing by the door even as oikawa sets the challah on the kitchen counter.

“y’know, it’s the first time i’ve heard you call anywhere a house.”

oikawa stiffens. “it’s called a safehouse, isn’t it?”

iwaizumi lets out a mirthless laugh, “yeah, but the way i see it now – it’s the farthest thing from safe for you.”

and then he’s gone, before oikawa has the time to snap back, or perhaps throw something at the back of his head. oikawa glares at the place where iwaizumi had sat on his couch and vows to wash the pillow covers the next day. he glances back at the challah bread, and then to the file still on his coffee table.

maybe, just maybe, he should find a new safehouse. he takes a cold shower and decides to invite you to dinner next week instead.

“i thought you said you’d made lasagna before!” you laugh, bumping oikawa out of the way with your hip, bending over to inspect the damage he’d managed to do in the four minutes you were in the living room picking a movie to watch.

“i have! in cooking mama – and garfield makes it look pretty easy,” he says, pouting as he leans over you, trying to watch what you were doing with the lasagna but he can’t concentrate for the smell of your shampoo. green apple and jasmine flowers. coffee beans and petrichor.

you almost smack into his nose as you lean back up, closing the oven door with a snap.

“it’ll be ready in about four more minutes. and is john wick okay with you?” you glance over your shoulder at him. he licks his lips before flashing you a sheepish smile.

“maybe something that’s not about killing people?”

you smile, “what, not good with blood?”

oikawa shrugs, “something like that. what about marley and me?”

you gasp, “so you’re okay with a dog dying, but not with people?”

he yelps, shaking his head, “i mean, no! it’s just – you had a lab when you were younger, right? so i thought maybe –”

you quirk your head, “how’d you know i had a lab?”

oikawa blinks.

well shit.

the timer goes off and you jump, turning back to the oven. the moment passes like any other moment, and with you tittering about how hot the lasagna pan is, oikawa tries to remember that breathing shouldn’t be so difficult – but it is. he forces himself to breathe in, and then out, and then in again.

you end up watching something on the disney channel, but oikawa’s too distracted by the way your leg is pressed up against his for the entire duration of the movie to pay attention.

the lasagna is good (no thanks to him), and when the movie ends, you turn to smile at him, a bit of sauce on your upper lip. he reaches out to wipe it away and time slows around him, the way it usually does right before he pulls the trigger, every millisecond coalescing around him in stark, mind-numbing clarity.

you lean forward at the same time he does.

the second before he kisses you feels like an entire eternity – one that he can stretch and bend to his will as he pleases. something he can mold between the palms of his hands – these hands that have only ever known death now cupped around your cheeks like they’re learning how to hold life for the very first time.

he kisses you with trembling lips and when you pull back, you flash him a tiny little frown.

“why’re you shaking? i’m not going anywhere.”

oikawa lets out a breathy laugh before leaning in to kiss you again, harder this time. his lips more sure, though his mind is the furthest thing from sure – he can’t shake the tightness curling in his chest, wrapping his heart in a thick gauze of worry – when he pulls away again, breathless and lightheaded, he wonders if this is what fear feels like.

real fear. like the phobia of heights, or falling.

or rather, falling in love.

shit. fuck. goddammit.

the next time he meets iwaizumi, the latter is much too pleased with oikawa’s clear distress.

“not gonna say i told you so,” he says, smirking as he tosses back a glass of scotch.

oikawa glares, nursing his own glass between his fingers, “well you just said it, so fuck you.”

iwaizumi raps his knuckles on the bar for a refill. it appears a moment later, and he promptly downs this one as well.

“well, you know my advice. nip it in the bud – kill it before it –”

“she’s got a name –”

“fuck oikawa, i was talking about the relationship, not actually killing her.”

oikawa tosses back his own drink, grimacing as it hits the back of his throat.

“could’a fooled me.”

iwaizumi frowns before flagging down the bartender and tapping at oikawa’s glass.

“we’ll take the rest of the bottle.”

the bartender regards him with a dubious look before iwaizumi tosses down his black card and the bartender bows, scurrying away to fetch the drink.

“he’ll probably upcharge you for that,” oikawa says, not looking up from his empty glass.

iwaizumi shrugs, “who cares. company card.”

oikawa allows himself a helpless sort of grin.

“maybe i’ll just tell her,” he says, swaying in his seat as the bartender returns with the bottle of tequila and iwaizumi’s card.

iwaizumi thanks the man before turning back to oikawa.

“what, that you kill people for a living? please don’t – i’ll end up having to take you out, and we both know you’re not gonna enjoy that.”

oikawa laughs, “you wouldn’t kill me.”

iwaizumi heaves a long sigh, “wouldn’t i?”

oikawa shakes his head, and a moment later, iwaizumi laughs.

“you’re right. i probably wouldn’t. which is why they’d assign someone else to you. someone without any emotional connection – and then you’ll be just another target. just another mark.”

oikawa nods, “just another mark,” he repeats, even as iwaizumi refills his glass.

“so,” iwaizumi says, slipping off the barstool, clapping oikawa on the shoulder, “like i said, kill it before it gets worse. and i mean –” he shrugs, “if you gotta kill her too. well, that’s just how it be sometimes, right?”

oikawa grunts, downing his drink before pouring himself another.

that night, he gets home way too late, only to find you curled up on his couch, his jacket tossed over your shoulders.

he smiles as he crouches down next to you, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, letting his fingers linger against your skin. he watches the way you sleep, peaceful, without a single sign of bad dreams. what must it be like, to be so innocent and unhaunted by the cruelties of the world? to fall asleep without the fear of death looming over your next waking moments.

he leans in, his lips moments from yours when you awaken again, smiling as he kisses you. tender and sweet.

“rough day at work?” you ask, blinking sleepily up at him.

“yeah,” he says, smiling as you push yourself up onto your elbows, barely stifling a yawn, “sorry i’m so late. there was a big project that needed finishing.”

you nod, burying your head in the crook of his neck as he scoops you up into his arms. he carries you to the bedroom and lays you down in bed, kicking off his pants and shucking his shirt before crawling into bed next to you, curling up around you with a long breath.

you relax into him, your heartbeat steady beneath his palm as he holds you close.

after a moment, you giggle, twisting around in his arms till you’re face to face, your hands pressed against his chest. you lean up to kiss him, nipping playfully at his lower lip as you do.

“quit being such a scardy cat, like i said, i’m not going anywhere.”

he smiles and crushes you against him, burrowing into the junction of your neck, the place where you smell the most like you. he takes a deep breath, and then another. they both come out shakey, and you card your fingers through his hair with a sigh.

“do you wanna talk about it?”

oikawa shakes his head.

“okay then, we don’t have to talk about it – but here’s what i know – i know that you’re a good person. and that you like cats more than dogs, but you’re also super loyal, like a dog. you suck at cooking, but you’re not terrible at baking, and you like classical music with violins in it. i know that you’ve got your heart in the right place, and to me, that’s all that matters.”

you hold his face between your palms like it’s something precious.

he hiccups and wonders if it’s at all healthy to be feeling like this – to be so full of some unnamed emotion, to be boiling with it to the point where he’s sure he’ll burst. he kisses you, hard, and hopes that somehow, someway – this will all work out.

though he has no idea how.

he pulls back with a watery laugh.

“you’re the best.”

you smile and lean in to nuzzle your nose against his.

when you pull back, he settles into the pillow, hooking one of his legs over yours with a contented grin.

you trace the line of his nose with your forefinger, bringing it down to his lips, where he presses in to give you another kiss.

“tooru?”

“hm?” he hums, allowing the tiredness to seep from his body and into the sheets. he thinks that whatever it takes – whatever that might be – to make all of this, all of this with you, work out – he’ll worry about it tomorrow.

you lick your lips.

“can i ask you something?”

he smiles, a little sleepy, a little (or maybe a lot) in love, “sure, shoot.”

you take a breath, hesitate for a moment before –

“why do you always smell like gunpowder?”

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nochv · 3 years

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oh nooo tumblr wiped out your first answer noooo tumblr why do you do this :(

of course, i will entertain your jaemin agenda all day every day!! HES THE BEST YOURE THE BEST

omg really?! thats wild, me too my old url was mark centered and i changed to my current one just a few months ago actually (like during pre-hot sauce promos i think). of course jaem was always in my top 2 with mark anyway but he just really went straight to the top and hot sauce/hello future era locked it in. i feel you, jaem's black hair in res part 2 really did me in too (as we've talked about) asadhfjaskf i think he just slowly but surely climbed his way to the top...resonance 80% did it and then his relay cam 10% did it and hot sauce just sealed the deal man oh yes the clip of him nuzzling his face into jaehyuns neck, that makes me so soft 😭 (hahahaha i suggested 2 other cute jaem moments for cee's gif LMAO AN OBVIOUS JAEMIN STAN 🙈) i try to share the love tho so jaem is my url but mark is my icon LOL but nana is #1 in my heart rn and i can tell bc i always look for him in any nct/dream video hahaha

OH YOUR 7LLIN JAEMIN POST OMGGG PLEASE NO SHUT UP what a dude, you put it so well!! seeing him buy what he needs to buy and being so responsible (esp since he's knowledgeable about that stuff) was so sexy of him and even little things like when mark and jeno were making some soup (i think?) and wanted to add onions, and jaemin was like you need to blanch the onions first or it'll be too spicy LIKE HELLO SEXY CHEF JAEMIN OKAY uh huh you tell your clueless members how to do it properly!! omg him grilling meat was also sexy i agree and how he focused on grilling meat for dreamies and didnt eat himself until towards the end 🥺 and he was just happy to know they enjoyed it (like when jisung ran over to him and said it was good and nana told him to eat more) IM DEAD "boy would i eat his meat" sadgfhjasfksahfksahjk.....yeah me too....HAHAHAHAHAH. and i agree it was so sexy when he straight up said no to mark and just chilled inside, i need more of that mindset as a fellow introvert :') oh gosh the jriceps and the jest didnt even think about those UM EXCUSE ME THE FIRST PIC YOU SENT IS THIS REAL HOW HAVE I NOT SEEN THIS omg let me just hyperventilate and die for a second and come back to life ashfjakhfkashj brooooo what was he hot or something (well yes he is)?? really not leaving much to the imagination jaem might as well take off the whole jacket at that point.........and the 2nd pic wow those arms omg 🤤 i love the other pics you sent, the one with the pink hair and orange hoodie is honestly one of my fav looks <333 the fluffy messy pink hair and the hoodie just does something to me idk. well this has been long enough but!! here are some silly jaemin pics for you <33

mel it kinda blows me away how we're literally the same lksjdlwkjdsjc

res pt 2 is literally 80% of the reason i'm a jaem stan and the relay cam is also likely 10% TT it was just SUCH a time. like the relay cam was something i didn't know i needed but once it came out,, i knew i needed more hahahaha. just him in grey sweats and a white tee i mean, PEAK dude. PURE dude. that is the outfit of a boyfriend sleeping at his persons place. watching his relay cam gives me the image of a boyfriend coming outside to great his s/o when they finally arrive, or a boyf waking up in the morning and finally getting up after laying there for a solid hour with his s/o. very general pictures, but it's just what he reminds me of :(( and i tried to share the love with mark as well i was like "no, i may be a jaem stan now but let me keep this mark url. it's only fair." yeah that mindset didn't last too long HAHAHA i went full-on jaemin ult. very sorry mark you deserved better i still love u tho

and yes...... the picture is real :)

the full thing for you <3333

you get it mel. initiate mission: Jaemin Just Take the Jacket Off

another thing......... the set you just made. PLEASE. P L E A S E. like are you kidding. are you kidding???? you know, his pink hair is tied at #3 in the list of my favorite hairstyles/colors on him, but it is very close to that #2 spot which is also very close to the #1 spot. they are all very tightknit up there at the top. but when the pink hair was curly??? gooood. i think what it was with the pink hair is that it just complimented his skin tone so beautifully, like he has a fairly warm skin tone but he does at times have cooler toned moments and i think the pink being pastel made it very nice to pair with his skin and whatever he wore. plus i don't know if you agree or if you notice, but pink hair reeeaaaally makes his eyes sparkle. if you don't know what i'm talking about i don't mind providing examples (the first one being your set kldjlaj like bottom left)

and also one of your favorite looks being the orange hoodie and messy pink hair???? okay soulmate. ok intellect. LITERALLY. recently i had a period where it was all i wanted to look at. i wanted endless screenshots, endless content from that day. this picture below specifically

it is one of my top 3 fav pictures of him. just....... look at him. the parted messy hair hiding within his hoodie, his eyebrows, his unobstructed eyes, his pretty nose, his fingers, his lil lush lips, his fingers in a v at his mouth, the bright orange against his pale hair, his warm soft skin, i could really go on forever. it is a fav. a forever fav.

also that picture of jaem in the yankees cap is one of my faaaaav looks on him. that might also be in the top 3, i just don't know where. it might be tied with this orange hoodie. it's really just the pink hair i guess. mel am i lying to myself is his pink hair actually my favorite

#asks #njaems #mel <3 #i think i'm lying to myself at this point lmao #i mean the facts are all there #but will i claim it??? no <3 #black hair i love black hair <3 #i say at gunpoint #ksdjfsjdkfjjf kidding #i really do love black hair im serious

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paradise-creator · 4 years

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Than,, thank you?? So much for the match up?? It warms my heart bby ;-;

Anyhow, here’s my description!!

She/her, Taurus, INTJ, slytherin

Personality: the first thing people notice about me is that I am less of a feeler and more of a thinker. I do have an IQ of 125, but my emotional intelligence is quite low, so I have trouble sympathizing with others. But I learned through experience, so I don’t SEEM emotionless. I can (and will) help my friends through tough times if they need me. I’m pragmatic, so I always go for the facts instead of the feelings during decision making or tough situations. I hold a lot of perfectionist traits that make it really hard for me to be satisfied with my results if they aren’t higher than the norm. I also have a slight issue with saying no, so sometimes I’ll offer my help or enrol myself in long-term projects while knowing I legit do not have time for more stuff on my schedule. Being a bit smarter than average, I sometimes feel like I’m obligated to help others so that they can do good too (however, I do like helping people with their hw to a certain extent). I’m working on those issues though!! I’m also an introvert, and I can get rlly tired if I have to be interacting for more than four hours straight with people, especially if their persona isn’t rlly compatible with mine.

However, when I’m surrounded by friends (or generally people who aren’t my superiors), I’m very energetic, loud, silly and I have a sharp tongue. My sense of humour goes from absolute nonsense to almost mean spirited sarcasm, but it all depends on who I’m talking to. I’m a MAJOR memer, I have a bunch of files filled with them, and I couldn’t bear be with people who didn’t understand my meme references. When I start liking something, I can get easily obsessed. I’m stubborn, therefore very passionate about the things I care about. I also have a slight case of the Endorphin Junkie, meaning that I really, really like the high you get after sports so I do crossfit training like five to six times a week. I’m unapologetically myself, and I will not ever change who I am to fit within the norm. I’m sometimes told that (that I’m odd, I mean), but I usually thank the people who tell me. I have a really, really big love for music and I have a tendency to break into song sometimes when people say a line from a song I know.

Appearance: I’m around 5’6”, with hazel eyes and brown hair that goes around to my shoulders. It gets curly out of nowhere. I can either wake up with straight hair or wake up with a freakin perm, it’s funny. My body isn’t exactly the lean type, I’m somewhere around the buff area of the scale instead, but as long as I seem visibly strong, I’m satisfied. When I’m not going anywhere significant, I usually just wear sport shirts and sweats, but I have a penchant for Dark Academia so I like /looking/ like I’m smart sometimes. And I have glasses bc apparently my eyes are assholes and they work too hard and it hurts my brain all the time

Likes: music (DavidBowieDavidBowieDavidBow-); I have a really wide range of music that goes from early 2000’s pop to 1700’s requiems. I enjoy studying theoretical fields, reading, and I like talking about Absurd Theories About Reality That Make Little To No Sense. I like sports, and I love joking around with friends in the most exaggerated ways. I also love the colour green and I’m more of a cat person

Dislikes: dogs (they’re cute but keep them away pls), ignorant people, irresponsible people, spiders, things I’m not good at from the beginning, having to deal with strangers being upset, crying (me. I don’t like crying; I mean me, I’m fine if my friends cry)

Other fun facts!!

- my goals for the future are all over the place; I want to work for Disney, I want to get a musical composition degree, I want a biomedical engineering bachelors degree, I want an astrophysics doctorate, I want to study languages, I want to be a foreign English teacher... I can’t ever decide.

- I have a long history with getting crushes on guys who turned out to be gay. It happens so often and I HATE IT, it makes me feel terrible.

- I!!love!!70’s!!music!!so!!much!! I was raised on that stuff, my dad wouldn’t let us listen to anything else

- Lol my favourite playlist name is Drugs Playlist But I Don’t Even Do Drugs it’s just a bunch of Pink Floyd and David Bowie songs

- My favourite movies are 80’s or 90’s comedy classics!! Like Wayne’s World, or Airplane!, or Night at the Roxbury. I keep quoting Wayne’s World and no one understands :(

Lol it’s very long I Apologize

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Hello and Welcome my Starlight!

The Haven box includes:

- Match up

- Sun drop

- Dreamscape

- Study date

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I'd match you up with

Kuroo Tetsuro, The captain of Nekoma

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Sun drops

The reasons why I paired you

-Honestly it took me a while to think on who you would match with (You just remind me so much if my best friend that I ship with Yams-)

- I had Sugawara or Kunumi in mind but I decided that Kuroo would be a perfect match! (THAT HEIGHT DIFFERENCE THO)

- Kuroo is a very smart man and he's also very observant.

- So you might lack in the expressing emotions, Kuro's got you (He'll buy those flip plishies to know your mood or smth like that)

- And though Kuroo is the outgoing type, he will definitely respect your boundaries

- I mean Kenma is a major introvert so Kuroo will know what to do

- Not only that! Kuroo has this sense of protectiveness and motherly vibes (Canon Kuroo that is-). So he will definitely take care of you

- He has his iconic hyena laugh, Meme exchange is a must! And you both would often have laughing fits.

- Did I mention that he'll take care of you?

- He absolutely and I mean absolutely adores your passion for music like yes

-He loves your style and the two of you would often have matching couple outfits.

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Dreamscape

(A surprise drabble!)

"Out of everyone, YOU GOT A GIRL FIRST?!?" Yaku yelled as his eye twitched. "Got that right, Yakkun," Kuroo then said with a smirk. "And you are still as single as ever, docosahexaenoic acid. Still chasing after the same girl, huh?" He added as he patted the shorter male's shoulders. "And so what?!?" Yaku yelled back. "And the Demon-senpai strikes again," Kuroo stated as he backed away. "Kuroo-senpai! Can you tell us about her?" Lev asked enthusiastically. "You seem enthusiastic," Kenma said. Then Lev restarted back and it became a one sided argument.

Soon enough, the drama died down and Kuroo started to talk about his one and only. "She's amazing~" He started. "She's a bit odd but I love her nonetheless. She kinda reminds me of Kenma and Bokuto in a way. She loves music and would often send me some songs to listen," And that was the start of a half hour rant of his girlfriend. Right then and there, Lev regretted his decision.

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Study date

Kuroo and his Oxytocin (lover), were having a small study date. They were in Kuroo's house and were enjoying their little date time before they study. The Mario team song was playing as the two were racing. "YES! I'M WINNING!" His lover yelled as she was in front of him. "Not for long~" Kuroo stated as his focused was on the screen. As time passes and the gap widens, Kuroo turned to his plan B. He then looked at his Oxytocin and kissed her out of nowhere. The girl immediately responded to the kiss and stopped pressing the buttons. Soon enough, Kuroo passed the girl with ease and won. His lover looked at him with a betrayed look and then scowled. "You cheat!" Hse said as she pointed a finger to him.

"C'mon my Oxytocin~ I didn't cheat in Mario carts!" Kuroo declared as he gazed at his lover. "Didn't cheat?!? Didn't cheat?!? YOU KISSED ME IN THE MIDDLE OF THE GAME!" She yelled as she hit his shoulders gently. "And? We didn't lay any ground rules so what's the point?" Kuroo then stated. The girl huffed and played the controller down. "Should we start studying?" She asked as she picked up a book. The book was a chemistry book taht wasn't even for their curriculum. It was just an extra book to fulfill Kuroo's love for chemistry. She placed it down and picked up her book instead. "We still have a bit of time," Kuroo started as he patted on his bed. He then stood up and gazed at the book she took. And English book to be exact, he took the book and placed it down. "Let's cuddle for a while," He added as he pulled you to his bed and cuddled you.

"And I wonder if your team mates know how much of a cuddle monster you are?" She said as she chuckled. Kuroo placed his arms around her body and nuzzled his head on her hair. "Yes, of course. I won't shut up about you," he added as he pulled you closer. "So are we studying or not?" She then said as she kissed his cheek.

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Author's note

Thanks for complying with my request! I hope it wasn't much of a bother. 👉👈

I had fun writing this! I hope you enjoy this one~

#match up requests #anime #fanfic #fiction #haikyū!!#haikyuu!!#matchup #match ups #☁️matchup

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24hour-blues · 3 years

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all the ones you haven't answered yet? i'm sorry you're sad💙

thank you, that's very sweet. i hope you're doing alright 💛

1. when you have cereal, do you have more milk than cereal or more cereal than milk? - more milk. i always end up putting too much.

2. do you like the feeling of cold air on your cheeks on a wintery day? - yes

3. what random objects do you use to bookmark your books? - library receipts, post-its, junk mail, pencils

5. are you self-conscious of your smile? - i think it’s one of the few things i’m not self-conscious about, actually. i like my smile.

8. what artistic medium do you use to express your feelings? - writing, often poetry but sometimes prose. i like creating playlists, too, and singing.

9. do you like singing/humming to yourself? - yeah, i sing to myself all the time. whatever song i have stuck in my head at the moment.

10. do you sleep on your back, side, or stomach? - side, but very occasionally my stomach.

12. what’s your favorite planet? - jupiter

14. if you were to live with your best friend in an old flat in a big city, what would it look like? - lots of pillows and blankets of all types. succulents and cacti on the windowsills. wooden utensils and dark cabinets in the kitchen. a breakfast bar with stools that don’t match. rugs with funky patterns. a big, soft couch in a bright color that you can sink into. a small balcony with fold-out chairs. rows of mugs and barely any plates. the bathroom crowded with makeup and skin products, writing on the mirror in blue marker. beds never made. a guitar in the corner of the sitting room.

15. go google a weird space fact and tell us what it is! - there are more trees on earth than stars in the milky way

16. what’s your favorite pasta dish? - angel hair pasta with puttanesca sauce

18. tell us about something dumb/funny you did that has since gone down in history between you and your friends and is always brought up. - i can’t think of anything...

19. do you keep a journal? what do you write/draw/ in it? - everything. sometimes it’s big things, sometimes small. my fears and what i’m in love with. regrets. shame. hope.

20. what’s your favorite eye color? - grey

21. talk about your favorite bag, the one that’s been to hell and back with you and that you love to pieces. - idk if it’s really my favorite, but my current backpack took me all through college and it’s good for storing stuff or using as an overnight bag. it’s from timberland and is a nice earthy brown with a flap over the top. lots of pockets.

22. are you a morning person? - i can be

23. what’s your favorite thing to do on lazy days where you have 0 obligations? - make breakfast and tea. read or watch a movie that makes me rethink everything

25. what’s the weirdest place you’ve ever broken into? - a school, i think?

26. what are the shoes you’ve had for forever and wear with every single outfit? - i haven’t had them forever, but i wear my doc martens with everything. i used to wear plain white keds with everything.

27. what’s your favorite bubblegum flavor? - winter green

28. sunrise or sunset? - sunrise

30. think of it: have you ever been truly scared? - yes

31. what is your opinion of socks? do you like wearing weird socks? do you sleep with socks? do you confine yourself to white sock hell? really, just talk about socks. - i like soft, fluffy socks and ones with fun patterns. i love hiking socks. i don’t wear them to sleep tho.

32. tell us a story of something that happened to you after 3AM when you were with friends. - i went to a waffle house at 5am with a friend and some friends of hers i’d just met on her birthday. we were all really drunk, the food took forever, and it tasted awful, but we were happy and laughing.

33. what’s your fave pastry? - probably a cinnamon roll

35. do you like stationary and pretty pens and so on? do you use them often? - i like a good calligraphy pen and new notebooks. i don’t use them often; i feel like i don’t have anything important enough to write.

37. do you like keeping your room messy or clean? - it’s usually clean unless i’m not feeling well. sometimes i get disorganized.

38. tell us about your pet peeves! - overlapping conversations. people interrupting others. loud mouth noises, like chewing or licking. people criticizing my driving. nitpicky comments on my clothes or how i look. being talked about.

39. what color do you wear the most? - black, probably.

41. what’s the last book you remember really, really loving? - how it feels to float by helena fox

42. do you have a favorite coffee shop? describe it! - nope

43. who was the last person you gazed at the stars with? - i’m not sure

44. when was the last time you remember feeling completely serene and at peace with everything? - i can’t remember

45. do you trust your instincts a lot? - not really

46. tell us the worst pun you can think of. - i can’t remember it but something about pigeons and being coo-l

47. what food do you think should be banned from the universe? - bacon. i just wanna make people angry.

48. what was your biggest fear as a kid? is it the same today? - my dad told me a story once, about when i was a kid. he said that he and i were walking together near the lake in the neighborhood across from mine. i was holding his hand, and i said to him that this was the happiest time in my life because i wouldn't be the same when i grew out of being a child. i think i have the same fear now--that i'll never be that happy again.

49 do you like buying CDs and records? what was the last one you bought?

- i like records but i only have one. it's an album by ccr. i really like them

50. what’s an odd thing you collect?

- beer bottle caps

52. what are your favorite memes of the year so far?

- maybe those "girl..." text posts that just say stupid shit

53. have you ever watched the rocky horror picture show? heathers? beetlejuice? pulp fiction? what do you think of them?

- watched them all but pulp fiction. i don't really remember heathers at all

55. what’s the most dramatic thing you’ve ever done to prove a point?

- lets not talk about that

57. go listen to bohemian rhapsody. how did it make you feel? did you dramatically reenact the lyrics?

- not in the mood sorry

58. who’s the wine mom and who’s the vodka aunt in your group of friends? why? - bri is wine mom. quincy and i are vodka aunt.

60. do you like poetry? what are some of your faves?

- yes but i rarely remember favorites. i read so much and feel it then forget all the words

61. what’s the stupidest gift you’ve ever given? the stupidest one you’ve ever received?

- someone gave me a rock once. i get too nervous to give stupid gifts

62. do you drink juice in the morning? which kind?

- orange or cranberry

63. are you fussy about your books and music? do you keep them meticulously organized or kinda leave them be?

- i'm more fussy about music than books, but i do like my books organized. i like them worn in and well-read tho, not in perfect shape.

64. what color is the sky where you are right now?

- a fuzzy, light blue-grey. it's snowing

65. is there anyone you haven’t seen in a long time who you’d love to hang out with?

- a few

66. what would your ideal flower crown look like?

- lots of green leaves in all different shapes and sizes. tiny white and blue flowers.

67. how do gloomy days where the sky is dark and the world is misty make you feel?

- isolated and insignificant. safe

68. what’s winter like where you live?

- cold, grey, snowy.

69. what are your favorite board games?

- idk if i really too many board games. maybe cranium. i like puzzles more

71. what’s your favorite kind of tea?

- honey vanilla chamomile

72. are you a person who needs to note everything down or else you’ll forget it?

- yea and even then i forget.

73. what are some of your worst habits?

- i give up too easily

74. describe a good friend of yours without using their name or gendered pronouns.

- excitable. emotional. so very smart. creative as all hell. self-conscious where they shouldn't be. never runs out of words in the best way. loves to share.

75. tell us about your pets!

- my dog shiver is turning into a little old man, but he still acts like a puppy. he likes attention and whines to communicate. he'll greet you at the door and put his front paws on your thighs to say hi. follows you all around the house. loves to cuddle.

- my pigeon spirit is young and vocal. she coos for attention. when i go to sleep, she grunts every time i move to ask where i am and if i'm okay. i take showers with her and sit on the tile; she puffs up right into my side and sticks her wings out for me to splash water on her. she likes to be close to me to get neck scritches and push her head into my neck and preen every bit of me she can.

76. is there anything you should be doing right now but aren’t?

- a lot probably

77. pink or yellow lemonade?

- limeade

78. are you in the minion hateclub or fanclub?

- i dunno they're cute

80. what color are your bedroom walls? did you choose that color? if so, why?

- it's white wallpaper with pink roses along the top and ribbons of pink and green striped vertically. my mom chose it before i was born.

81. describe one of your friend’s eyes using the most abstract imagery you can think of.

- they sort of remind me of dark water where everything is reflected back in it--not just the sky but the trees and people walking--and they make you want to look closer because you know there's something in there, it's not just a reflection, like flat glass. but it's hidden until you dio your hand in the pictures broken.

82. are/were you good in school?

- pretty good

83. what’s some of your favorite album art?

- i don't look at albums

85. do you read comics? what are your faves?

- not really, but watchmen is one of my favorites.

86. do you like concept albums? which ones?

- dunno

88. are there any artistic movements you particularly enjoy?

- um. idrk. i like whatever monet was doing.

91. where do you plan on traveling this year?

- maybe michigan

92. are you a person who drowns their pasta in cheese or a person who barely sprinkles a pinch?

- i like cheese

93. what’s the hairstyle you wear the most?

- i just kind of. let it do whatever.

94. who was the last person you know to have a birthday?

- my uncle

95. what are your plans for this weekend?

- honestly have no clue

96. do you install your computer updates really quickly or do you procrastinate on them a lot?

- put them off until windows tells me it's restarting the computer in five minutes

97: myer briggs type, zodiac sign, and hogwarts house?

- mb

98. when’s the last time you went hiking? did you enjoy it?

- in college with jacob, although i wouldn't really call it joking. we just walked through a state park. it was beautiful.

100. if you were presented with two buttons, one that allows you to go 5 years into the past, the other 5 years into the future, which one would you press? why?

- idk. i feel like i'd make the same mistakes if i went back, but the future scares me.

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itsalreadybroken · 5 years

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The way it all began - ONE SHOT

Summary: You were about to prepare yourself for your 3rd year anniversary with Chris Evans as a couple and you remember the day you met him and how slowly you fell for him.

A/N: I know this isn't Queen's but I also love the Avengers likeeeeee a lot (stupid 13 yo voice in my head right now) and also with a huge crush on Captain America because... HAVE YOU SEEN HIM?!

Just a bit much of fluff right now, because I'm in no mood for drama. Hope you like it!!

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There you were, talking non-stop about Marvel's latest movie and your bestie couldn't hear you for another second. You were babbling something about being able to meet the Avengers and she was yet so bored. Julia cared about make-up, music, dancing. You soon realised you had no rythm or whatsoever so the only dance you could do was the one you do when you had a few more beers and didn't really cared about who saw you dance.

"But you see if I meet Captain America and he asks me to dance, I won't be able to accept unless I make a total fool of myself" your eyes layed on Julia and she laughed.

"I cannot believe you would be that bad... I have been trying to teach you a few steps... And why not Thor? Have you SEEN those biceps?" you nodded thinking it might be another good guy to date but Evan's and his ass were something.

You both went to a coffee shop and posters were everywheere about the movie, Julia grabbed her phone and called her boyfriend while you were left looking at the menu even though you knew wht you were going to order, the menu never changed, it had been the same since you were twelve.

A guy looked at you and you smiled back, but in a few seconds you looked at him again, and again and again and you tried to hold it instead you kicked Julia on hher ankle and she screamed.

"OUCH!!"

"Shhh!" you orderedd "Keep it down"

"I'll keep it down the moment you stop kicking me!"

"Calmly look at your left! It's Captain America!!!!!!" she could barely hear you so she kept looking everywhere making you feel so uncomfortable when Chris looked at you two again. He was wearing a hat and a jacket to not be so easily recognized but you discovered him anyway.

"No way, that cannot be..." but your friend knew. She knew it was him and she bit her lip."You have to go there!"

"No way!! I can't, I'll look stupid" you blushed and looked at the table.

The waiter came to take your orders and Julia quickly rushed on saying both of your orders so the waiter would go away.

"Y/N listen to me, you already look stupid by avoiding looking to a guy ho has nicely smiled at you at least twice. Soooo it's your guy! Go there... If it goes bad at least you'll have a selfie to prove everyone you met him"

You roolled your eyes and pressed your lips together, should you go there? Was it a good option? What would you say?

"Go! Ask for an autograph and then we can sell it and be totally rich!" she mocked you and you took a deep breath.

This was the opportunity of a lifetime. Even if you could have a picture with him tomorrow, it wouldn't be the same. Hundreds of fans, girls fangirling over the guys...

Okay, this was your shot.... This was your moment. You were going to meet your Captain, your hero. And when you got up and kept walking towards him you stumbled on something and regained balance almost hitting the floor and everyone saw it. He saw it and Julia was trying to not get ice tea out of her nostrils.

Chris got up really fast trying to help you and grabbed your shoulder "Are you alright?" he asked looking at you while having a smile forming in the corner of his mouth.

"I'm... I'm alright thanks.." you trembled on your own words and smiled "I was just going to ask you to take a selfie"

He chuckled "Of course!" he quickly replied "I'm Chris Evans by the way... But you already kow that" he hesitated and laughed.

"It's no biggie, I'm Y/N!" jeez why were you so nervous? Who the hell still used the words no biggie, you apparently.

"Nice to meet you!" he added while you ere both sitting on his booth "and nice shirt" he commented and you looked down. That's why he was looking at you, you were wearing a shirt with a drawing of Thor on it.

"Oh... Yeah, It's Thor. My friend gave it to me last Christmas" you shrugged and started looking for your phone "I just need to grab my phone I left it there" you pointed at your table where Julia was already eating her meal.

"No biggie, Mine's right here!" he picked it up and opened the camera.

So were you just having a dream or did you really just took a selfie with Chris Evans and his gorgeous smile?

He sent you the photos to your instagram. You and Julia were looking at them after he had left the diner "To a Thor's fan :)" he had wrote that on one of the messages and you were simply amazed by all that.

"So you didn't told him he was your favourite?" Julia rushed on saying and kept lookin to your phone like he would text something more.

"Of course not, 'm wearing a Thor's shirt and I'm also using "no biggie" as an expression... I mean..." Your best friend laughed and then looked at the window.

"You're being and idiot, the guy totally smiled at you and he was flirting"

3 months later

You worked at a catering service, you loved cooking and this was the closest you could get on getting people to know your dishes... You mostly were serving the entrees, but once in a while the main chef asked you to cook one of your specials... This one you got to make your special shrimp soup. This event was for some fancy couple you lived on the rich part of the town. You were about to get a new tray of food when you heard your name being called.

Looking up you recognized the smile "Chris?! I mean, Mr. Evans" you almost dropped the tray but he help you while laughing.

"Chris is fine" he said and you felt your cheeks going pink.

"I can't, must be totally professional" you gave him a shy smile.

"You never replied me" he said but then looking embarassed "I mean... You didn't thanked... For the photos".

"Oh" you kept looking at him for a full minute "Oh yeah you know... I mean... What would I say?" you asked biting your lip trying to look very calm

"I don't know, maybe a thank you or something" he gave you a concerned look.

"Yeah I know I should.... But this way I got to be the girl who never replied to Chris Evan" you winked at him and made a quick run to grab the tray of food you were already supposed to be serving.

3 months and a fewer hours later

You were leaving the Aniston's residence when you heard it again "Y/N!". You turned around to see Chris in a tux but with his shrit slighty unbottuned Delicious! You thought to yourself and smiled "So... Can I buy you a drink now?" he asked.

"Yeah sure, why not?" you instantly replied and shrugged your arms.

"Dammit, had a whole speech prepared in case you had said no" he laughed and mocked you "So let me be a gentleman, a smile crossed his lips and he opened the car door for you.

You went to a bar that wasn't that much crowded and the music was nice, some blues, a bit jazz, a bit 80's... Leaving you wondering what could be up next.

Chris and you sat on a booth and ordered a beer and a cosmopolitan.

"Usally the beer kind of girl, but since you're paying it and I am 'oh so exhausted', I need this!" you shyly smiled and he was looking directly at you.

"You have the nicest smile I have ever seen" he added coming out of nowhere to your conversation and you felt yourself blushing... A lot!

"Woah there Evans, daddy did not raise a fool! Men always say that kind of stuff when they want to pick up women"

"You know I could pick almost anyone I wanted" he winked and smirked at you.

"Nice way to get into someone panties" you laughed when your drinks arrived.

5 cosmopolitans and 7 beers later he did got into your panties.

7 months later

You woke up and Chris was still sleeping, one arm around your waist and one leg between yours. You turned around looking at him and started to kiss his jawline, followed by his neck and then his chest. When you looked at him, he had a smile, eyes still closed but suddenly "I love you Y/N" he spoke silently but you both felt a bit scared from the moment. He immediatly opened his eyes and kept an uncomfortable look, so did you, while sitting on this lap.

"You love me?" you babbled almost not sure if he understood you.

He ran a hand to his hair and pressed his lips "You know what? I do, I do love you and I was eager to say this to you at least for a month!"

"You have been loving me for a whole mont?" you asked still amazed and blinking so fast.

He grabbed your hands and kissed them both "I'm so sorry if that was too soon" he started to kiss your elbow when you got the courage to speak again.

"I think I love you too Chris..." your breath was wavy, you were feeling yourself getting turned on and the man was not stopping "For a few days, you have been the one I want to wake up next to"

He kissed your lips and after that was all bliss.

2 years and one month later

You were blindfolded, it was your birthday and you have been married to Chris for a year now. It had been the best year of your life so far. You got to meet Chris Hemsworth and took a bunch of pictures with him, while Evans got a bit cute jealous. Hemsworth was not going for much less while grabbing you and kissing your cheek.

"Where are we going?" you asked for the millionth time.

"Just wait and see." it was 3pm on the afternoon so you had no idea where he took you.

The car stopped and Chris helped you get out of the car.

You entered some place and a few minutes later he took you the blind fold off.

"Where are we?" you asked. It seemed a restaurant but it was closed... Well for the looks of it, it had been closed for a while.

"Your gift" he said while grabbing your hand "You always wanted your own place right? To be a chef and all that..." the tears reached your eyes.

"I did love, but.. IT's too much Chris, it's lovely, but it's too much.. I can't" a huge smile reached your lips.

"Think of it as a partnership, you couldn't invest in it, I could... So... we'll split the earnings"

You nodded in afirmation because you couldn't just talk... He was so perfect that you still didn't believe that guy could ever fell for you, but he did. He fucking did.

You laughed and kissed him, trying not to laugh, you were so happy, you were so in love.

"I fucking love you Captain America, you saved my world" he laughed and kissed your cheek.

"Watch your mouth young lady".

Present

You were sitting in the toilet, looking at the pregnacy test Positive you thought... You had agreed to try and have a baby, you just weren't expecting to happen so soon... Divided between getting ready for dinner and telling Chris, your mind wondered... Happywas how you felt, but either way you were pretty nervous, were you going to be a good mom? Will the baby like you?

Standing up and looking yourself in the mirror, your tummy still looked the same... You should hae known better when your period was late the first week.. Sometimes it happened but not three weeks, never three weeks.

An hour later Chris arrived home, he really had to get some shooting done today for a movie and you spent the whole morning together, it didn't matter really, you loved him, he loved you... Was a special day, but it was his work and you also had to check the restaurant to be sure the staff didn't need anything.

"You look... Astonishing!" you said looking at him in some new suit and drooling all over... How could you been married for three years and the man still made your hormones feel like you were a fifteen year old teen.

"You don't look that bad yourself Mrs. Evans" he laughed and grabbed your waist, pulling you closer to him and kissing you so very deeply. "I knew that red dress would be the death of me" you both laughed and he was looking into your eyes "What's happening, what's wrong? Look I'm sorry I had to..."

You pressed a finger to his lips "Shhh silly, it's not that. I'm so happy we're together. I can't believe I never get bored of you. Sometimes I need my little space and privacy but at the end of the day I love the feeling of you holding me" he kissed your forehead.

"Ready to let me rock your world?" he asked grabbing the car keys and pening the door.

"Couldn't think of it any other way" you said while grabbing your purse.

He had taken you to a pretty fancy reastaurant near the river and was a couples only restaurant, no kids, no families, just couples... In love.

After ordering you were looking toall the people standing there, you weren't even sure but on a table you thought you had seen George Clooney.

"So... You like it?" he gazed at you and you smiled.

"Our's is better buuuut this oone is fine" you grabbed his hand "I love it Chris, it's perfect" he caressed your hand with his tumb "But I do have one thing I gotta tell you and I have 0 idea how you might respond to it"

"What's happening?" he was concerned looking at you thinking what could have he done wrong. You quickly grabbed your purse, hands trembling a bit and you handed him your pregnancy test on a napkin "What's this...?" he asked while unfloding it "It's this..." words ran out of his mouth and you nodded.

"Yes, yes it is... Found out today because I was running a few days late... Okay weeks and I wasn't sure"

He quickly left himself up and kneeled next to you, touching your belly "Baby, it's too soon to feel the little bean we made" you laughed, some people were looking but he didn't care, he was just so happy "I know we have been trying, I never thought this would happen so fast" you added.

"I don't care love, I already love this baby more than anything"

You had just finished your dessert when the band made an annoucement "This one is for Mrs. Evans, your husband wants to tell the world you are the only thing that matters to him, and if he ever forgets to tell you that, you are more than allowed to make him sleep of the couch" the whole restaurant laughed and Can't Help Falling in Love of Elvis Presley started to play.

"You know...." his voice was no more than a whisper "Now there are two things that matter to me more than anything. You and that precious baby that hasn't even born yet and has to parents that love it more than theirs lifes" you kissed him and got up.

"We have to slow dance this" you murmured "I don't care how ridiculous we might look"

He got up and pull in in for a slow dance "You know, there's no way you could be more ridiculous than the day I met you. Believe me, I thank Julia everyday for that,was no biggie" he kissed you and deep in your soul you wish it had never ended.

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ALL of the Ask Me Stuff questions

* 1: Full name: For safety purposes I’ll shorten it: Maria Barbara Gonzalez (yes, that’s the shortened version. I’m Mexican lol)

* 2: Age: 25

* 3: 3 Fears: Being buried alive, anything bad happening to a loved one, SPIDERS

* 4: 3 things I love: My family, my friends, movies

* 5: 4 turn ons: soft touches, kissing, making me food, a confident personality

* 6: 4 turn offs: Overly cocky people, racists, chewing with your mouth open

* 7: My best friend: I’m lucky to have several and I love them all with the individual pieces of my heart they each own

* 8: Sexual orientation: Queer/Gay

* 9: My best first date: I don’t think I’ve ever really gone on one tbh lol

* 10: How tall am I: 5’1 (barely make it to the 1)

* 11: What do I miss: Bars/clubs and Disneyland. Hugging people. Not losing so many people on a daily basis...

* 12: What time was I born: 3:38AM

* 13: Favourite color: Blood red (NOT maroon)

* 14: Do I have a crush: I always crush on random girls

* 15: Favourite quote: “Seduce my mind and you can have my body. Find my soul and I’m yours forever.”

* 16: Favourite place: It was once Disneyland now, I don’t really have a place lol

* 17: Favourite food: All of it. Of course Mexican food takes the top of the list though

* 18: Do I use sarcasm: Noooo, you think?!

* 19: What am I listening to right now: I’m watching Buffy

* 20: First thing I notice in new person: What vibes you’re giving off

* 21: Shoe size: 7 for the most part but sometimes I can fit into size 4 kid shoes

* 22: Eye color: Dark brown

* 23: Hair color: naturally: dark brown, right now: black

* 24: Favourite style of clothing: comfortable but more on the lines of retro/rockabilly

* 25: Ever done a prank call? Yes!

* 27: Meaning behind my URL: I love toast

* 28: Favourite movie: I have so many but one is Saved!

* 29: Favourite song: Lots, but Guilty Pleasure by Cobra Starship

* 30: Favourite band: Avenged Sevenfold

* 31: How I feel right now: Mellow

* 32: Someone I love: my nephew

* 33: My current relationship status: single

* 34: My relationship with my parents: could be better, but it’s there

* 35: Favourite holiday: Halloween

* 36: Tattoos and piercing i have: I have two piercings on each ear, my bellybutton pierced, and 6 tattoos (R foot, R ankle, L thigh, L wrist, L bicep, R bicep)

* 37: Tattoos and piercing i want: I want most of my body covered in tattoos so I have a long way to go. As for piercings, I want at least two more per ear.

* 38: The reason I joined Tumblr: my friends said it would be a good time

* 39: Do I and my last ex hate each other? I wouldn’t say hate, but we’re not friends anymore

* 40: Do I ever get “good morning” or “good night ” texts? Yes!

* 41: Have I ever kissed the last person you texted? No

* 42: When did I last hold hands? It’s been too long :(

* 43: How long does it take me to get ready in the morning? I work from home now so 0 minutes

* 44: Have You shaved your legs in the past three days? Yes

* 45: Where am I right now? In my bed

* 46: If I were drunk and can’t stand, who’s taking care of me? My best friends

* 47: Do I like my music loud or at a reasonable level? Reasonable usually. I have very sensitive hearing.

* 48: Do I live with my Mom and Dad? They actually live with me, but it’s temporary.

* 49: Am I excited for anything? My upcoming move

* 50: Do I have someone of the opposite sex I can tell everything to? Yes, two actually

* 51: How often do I wear a fake smile? -I work Monday-Friday

* 52: When was the last time I hugged someone? -OOF

* 53: What if the last person I kissed was kissing someone else right in front of me? Hot

* 54: Is there anyone I trust even though I should not? -Everyone has different trust levels tbh. My best friends hold top tier.

* 55: What is something I disliked about today? I had to work

* 56: If I could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be? Beyoncé!

* 57: What do I think about most? The future I want

* 58: What’s my strangest talent? I honestly don’t think I have one? I guess being able to mimic certain voices/accents sometimes but I wouldn’t say I’m pro

* 59: Do I have any strange phobias? I don’t think they’re strange, I just hate feet

* 60: Do I prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it? Behind

* 61: What was the last lie I told? “I’ll work on that”

* 62: Do I perfer talking on the phone or video chatting online? It depends who I’m talking to, but phone tbh

* 63: Do I believe in ghosts? How about aliens? Both are very real

* 64: Do I believe in magic? Yes

* 65: Do I believe in luck? To an extent

* 66: What’s the weather like right now? Nice and cold

* 67: What was the last book I’ve read? I strictly read fanfiction lately

* 68: Do I like the smell of gasoline? Don’t love it, don’t hate it

* 69: Do I have any nicknames? Barbie, Barbs, whore, homo... you know, cute stuff

* 70: What was the worst injury I’ve ever had? I split my eyebrow open and had to get stitches

* 71: Do I spend money or save it? Por que no los dos?!

* 72: Can I touch my nose with a tounge? No, but my best friend can and it’s so cool!

* 73: Is there anything pink in 10 feets from me? My sweats are pink

* 74: Favourite animal? I love animals but wolves are pretty top tier

* 75: What was I doing last night at 12 AM? Sleeping

* 76: What do I think is Satan’s last name is? Sexy. Mr. Sexy.

* 77: What’s a song that always makes me happy when I hear it? -I Wanna Get Better by the Bleachers

* 78: How can you win my heart? Be nice to me and have good conversations to me and occasionally buy me chocolate

* 79: What would I want to be written on my tombstone? The entire lyrics to Act Up by City Girls

* 80: What is my favorite word? Motherfucker

* 81: My top 5 blogs on tumblr: I honestly bounce to and from so many. There’s no way I can only pick 5. All the ones I reblog from are so great!

* 82: If the whole world were listening to me right now, what would I say? STOP GOING TO PARTIES

* 83: Do I have any relatives in jail? Not that I’m aware of

* 84: I accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow me with the super-power of my choice! What is that power? I can turn invisible

* 85: What would be a question I’d be afraid to tell the truth on? None really tbh

* 86: What is my current desktop picture? I made it into a winter wonderland for the holidays

* 87: Had sex? “It’s been 84 years...”

* 88: Bought condoms? I’m gay

* 89: Gotten pregnant? See above

* 90: Failed a class? I think in middle school maybe?

* 91: Kissed a boy? Yes

* 92: Kissed a girl? Yes

* 93: Have I ever kissed somebody in the rain? Sadly, no

* 94: Had a job? Sadly (but also thankfully since I need money)

* 95: Left the house without my wallet? No

* 96: Bullied someone on the internet? No

* 97: Had sex in public? Yes

* 98: Played on a sports team? Yes

* 99: Smoked weed? Yes

* 100: Did drugs? Yes

* 101: Smoked cigarettes? Yes

* 102: Drank alcohol? Yes

* 103: Am I a vegetarian/vegan? No

* 104: Been overweight? No

* 105: Been underweight? Yes

* 106: Been to a wedding? Yes

* 107: Been on the computer for 5 hours straight? Yes

* 108: Watched TV for 5 hours straight? Yes

* 109: Been outside my home country? Yes

* 110: Gotten my heart broken? Sorta but I bounced back pretty quick so idk if that counts

* 111: Been to a professional sports game? Long ago

* 112: Broken a bone? No

* 113: Cut myself? I’m very accident prone

* 114: Been to prom? Yes

* 115: Been in airplane? Yes

* 116: Fly by helicopter? No

* 117: What concerts have I been to? So so so many. I miss them.

* 118: Had a crush on someone of the same sex? I’m gaaaaaaaay

* 119: Learned another language? I’ve been bilingual since I was a child

* 120: Wore make up? Yes

* 121: Lost my virginity before I was 18? No

* 122: Had oral sex? Yes

* 123: Dyed my hair? Yes

* 124: Voted in a presidential election? Yes

* 125: Rode in an ambulance? I worked for an ambulance company so just for fun

* 126: Had a surgery? Besides oral?

* 127: Met someone famous? I live in LA, so yes lol

* 128: Stalked someone on a social network? No

* 129: Peed outside? Yes

* 130: Been fishing? No, I’d like to!

* 131: Helped with charity? Yes

* 132: Been rejected by a crush? Fifth grade was a tough year for my love life...

* 133: Broken a mirror? No

* 134: What do I want for birthday? To be able to see all my friends in a safe environment

* 135: How many kids do I want and what will be their names? I’d like as many as I can comfortably afford. I’d have to discuss with the (future) wife about names

* 136: Was I named after anyone? The Virgin Mary (la Virgen Maria) and some Spanish actress named Barbara something...

* 137: Do I like my handwriting? No

* 138: What was my favourite toy as a child? I loved dolls

* 139: Favourite Tv Show? Bewitched

* 140: Where do I want to live when older? California forever unless properly convinced otherwise

* 141: Play any musical instrument? Used to play trumpet and alto sax. Can’t play anymore lol

* 142: One of my scars, how did I get it? See Q70

* 143: Favourite pizza toping? Pepperoni. I love all sorts of toppings but that’s my fav

* 144: Am I afraid of the dark? No

* 145: Am I afraid of heights? Yes

* 146: Have I ever got caught sneaking out or doing anything bad? Yes

* 147: Have I ever tried my hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end? Daily

* 148: What I’m really bad at: Focusing. In my defense, I have ADHD

* 149: What my greatest achievments are: graduating college, getting promoted at work, buying my own car, purchasing a home

* 150: The meanest thing somebody has ever said to me: I once got told “good luck on the short bus” by a guy that was upset I make more money than he does

* 151: What I’d do if I won in a lottery: take care of all my bills, invest, and then try to help as many of my loved ones as I could with theirs

* 152: What do I like about myself: my resilience

* 153: My closest Tumblr friend: @itssofragile

* 154: Something I fantasise about: My future

* 155: Any question you’d like? Nah, I think we’re good!

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