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Waking up from a nap feeling worse than you did before falling asleep? 😣
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Stuck At The Airport
word count: 1057 || avg. reading time: 5 mins.
pairing: post-time skip Oikawa x chubby!Reader
genre: very suggestive, smut-ish, established relationship
warnings: mdni, nsfw
synopsis: you tease Oikawa over the phone while he is just aching to get home to you
a/n: I had a draft for Kuroo and Oikawa and liked them both, sorry if they’re too similar 🫠
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You closed the front door with an exhausted sigh, dropping your bag onto the floor. Looking forward to two weeks off you shuffled to the kitchen to make a cup of tea. The snow was whirling against the kitchen window and the frost settled on the sill.
You leaned against the counter waiting for the water to boil when you got a text from your boyfriend.
Tooru: Flight was canceled, stuck at the airport, I am so sorry, princess. I'll be home tomorrow, I promise. I love you ❤️x
Attached to the message was a picture of him pouting.
You groaned inwardly - you hadn't seen each other in weeks because he was away for a tournament and you were aching to be with him.
You missed him so much. This weather in particular called for serious cuddle time with your significant other.
After typing out a just as pouty response, you went to take a long hot shower to wash all the stress of the week away.
Oikawa was sitting at the airport, bored and antsy, bouncing his leg.
He wanted to be home with you. No stress, no hurry, just… you and him, cuddled up inside with a nice glass of wine, snuggling on the couch watching a movie and then spending the night making you forget your own name over and over...
He shook his head, trying to rid himself of these kinds of thoughts. It only made the wait seem longer.
He leaned his head against the wall, staring off into the distance, hardly registering the music over his headphones.
He closed his eyes trying to maybe catch some sleep to make the time go by faster.
A short buzz informed him of an incoming message.
At first glance it was just a picture of your bed, the headboard, slightly wonky from various intimate nights, decorated with fairy lights. It was cozy, sweet and made him feel warm inside. He wanted to be there with you.
For a minute he thought that you might snuggle up with a pillow and watch a movie without him, then he noticed something else that sent an electric pulse through his body.
On the inviting bedding glowed a small purple charging light that caught his eye. It belonged to a little something he gifted you before the last time he had to travel.
His throat suddenly felt very tight and he made sure to turn his phone so that no one could accidentally glance at his screen.
The line under the picture read:
You: Guess what I'm doing.
Tooru: My job.
Another buzzing announced a FaceTime call and swallowing hard he picked up.
You were smiling into the camera, hair damp from the shower, dressed in your favourite lacy nightgown, a mischievous glint in your eye.
"I'm guessing you're not alone."
He shook his head, his lips dry.
"Well in that case, baby, we’re gonna go back to the thrilling days of radio and you just gotta listen."
Oikawa’s eyes went dark at the implication and shifted in his seat, taking off his jacket and draping it over his lap. He wanted to tell you to stop, whine and complain that it was unfair and mean and not the right time but… the low hum of the small pink toy, your shallow breaths and quiet moans shut him up. He turned his phone around, so the screen was hidden from view (a crime really because he wanted nothing more than to watch you - but he did remember to make sure to start a screen recording), closed his eyes and listened.
You were gonna pay for this as soon as he got home.
It was a little before three in the morning when he finally unlocked the front door and stepped into the dark foyer.
The familiar smell of you made his heart jump and he hurried to take off his jacket and shoes, considering for a moment to take off his shirt to cut down on time. But he smirked thinking about how much you loved undressing him yourself so he made his way to the bedroom, anticipation tensing every muscle.
You were laying on your stomach, dressed in that short white nightgown from the afternoon, the blanket crumpled next to you. He swallowed, somehow his mouth felt too dry and too wet at the same time.
Oikawa sat at the edge of the bed, thinking about how to wake you without startling you too much. But he was also hungry… in the end he chose to run his warm hand along your plush inner thigh, while kissing your shoulders and exposed neck. His fingers just shy of where he desperately wanted to be he continued to rub, squeeze and kiss until you slowly woke up.
"Hey princess.", he said quietly, smiling against your soft skin.
"Baby, welcome back.", you mumbled happily. Turning to him you rubbed your eyes and stifled a yawn.
Oikawa licked his lips as he let his gaze wander over your body. The three weeks apart themselves had not been the problem. It was the promise of your warm form pressed against him and your teasing that made it insufferable.
"I missed you."
"I missed you more, baby." He leaned in for a kiss, bringing his hand further up between your legs and grinned at your moans.
"Do you wanna play a game?", he asked in that special teasing voice that he knew had you surrendering every time.
"What kind of game?"
He chuckled and kissed your neck again, applying more pressure with his hand, making you gasp for air.
"I like to call it Letting the neighbors know I’m back."
You let out the most adorable giggle that might have stopped his heart if all of his blood hadn’t already rushed somewhere else.
"Yes, sounds good."
He took his hand away and looked at you with an eyebrow raised.
"Y-yes, daddy."
"Good girl. But first, I think I should make you pay for what you did to me yesterday, don’t you think?"
He reached into your bedside drawer and took out the small pink toy you had teased him with.
"Be good, princess, and I'll reward you after."
With a devilish grin he pulled you towards him and leaned down for a deep kiss, setting the toy against your clit, pressing the button to start.
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#oikawa x chubby reader#haikyuu x chubby reader#oikawa x reader#hq oikawa#haikyuu oikawa#oikawa tooru#oikawa smut#chubby reader#haikyuu smut
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Anomaly WreAks AnArchy on ArAchnid AnArchist
A/N: getting back into the groove of doing requests bc of a req/fic trade with @phobiaoftickles !!!!! HAHAHS THIS DRAFT WAS ORIGINALLY LEE PAV BUT IT HAS BEEN MARINATED AND EVOLVED INTO AN AWESOME LEE HOBART AWESOMENESS STORY FOR DA AWESOME JAMIE OLIVER BOI also footer tickles near the end
SummAry: Non-canon Part 2 of "The Tea Word" (separate from @/tickle-beans' MFTBU)-
In a turn of events, it's revealed that Hobie, being the awesome role model/love triangle rival/ex-runway model/probably ex-con he is, is unexpectedly the most ticklish out of all the Spider-People. (bit of lee!Pav at the beginning, the rest is a shit ton of lee!Hobie)
"C'mooon, go get her! I can't bear this!"
"I-It's not like that!!"
Pavitr continued to egg Miles on about the super palpable romantic tension between him and Gwen, but if it was up to him to say, nothing of the sort was going on. Gwen and Hobie, to Miles' right, were chatting away about what seemed like jargon to Miles and Pavitr, who weren't the slightest bit familiar with music theory.
"So, see, i'sounds better when you capo 3." Clipping the capo on his clipping-covered guitar, Hobie strummed a melodic tune, Gwen looking on in utter amusement.
"Awesome." She gasped, not even attempting to hide her excitement.
Pavitr punched Miles in the arm. "Come on, come on, change the subject! This is so annoying! Will they, won't they, will they won't they-"
Miles chuckled and shoved Pavitr away awkwardly. Hobie glanced over and cocked his eyebrow in a mild annoyance, and smirked. To the untrained, normal, not part of Spider Society eye, this was just a slight change in expression. It wasn't anything to cheer about. But to Pavitr and Gwen- that was the face of somebody about to deliver a deadly poison to those who wronged him, whether that be stealing his Chuck Taylors or punching him a little too hard. Hobie inched over to Miles, scoffing.
"Oi newbie! 'S he annoyin' you?"
Pavitr glared back at Hobie, laughing awkwardly. "I wasn't annoying him, I was just pressing-about a really, very important matter- and it goes without saying that everyone can notice Miles is giving Gwen the e-AAAAAAAAHHH! HOBIEE!! This again!?"
Hobie squeezed onto Pavitr's lower ribs, and looked back at Miles.
"That's one of ...many ways to shut'im up."
Miles laughed. "Bro's a screamer."
Pavitr groaned. "Tickling is not fair!"
"Oh yeah? Well weren't you just poking n' prodding at Mr. Armpit Blood?"
"He was sullying the name of all things rich, sweet and chaIIIII!!!! Nahaha-haha ha ha hahehe-HAH!" Upping the ante, Hobie strummed along his sides and continued with the tickling along his lower ribs, this time pressing onto his upper ones as well. "STOP!"
Gwen laughed nervously. "Yeah, he's right, youshupprobablystop, yaaaayy, you've had your fun!" Gwen laughed nervously, Ghost-Spider hood still over her head in embarassment.
Hobie glanced. "You're next, Gwendy."
"I'm going to go practice the drums. Have fun... Tickling." Cringing with that last word, Gwen bolted out of the rec room. Miles looked on in amusement at Hobie's strumming fingers and Pavitr's exaggerated screeches and death threats and "I'm-gonna-die-s".
Thankfully, the punk placed his hands back on his sides, leaving Pavitr some room to breathe and recover from the giggly stupor. Quickly patting the ghost-tickles away, he quickly perked up and looked over at Miles.
Miles shrugged. "Don't try anything-"
"Hey, hey, you know how Hobie acts all "Ooh, society! Stigma! Anarchy!" That last part was peppered with a thick fake Cockney twang which muddled with the Indian and Pavitr's hushed tone so much it was practically another foreign accent. "But he's reeeaaally ticklish. Like, as well."
Miles muttered. "Okay, okay, I see you..."
"Especially on his-" Just as Pavitr's fingers were about to make the slightest contact with Hobie, his bangled wrist was grabbed and stopped in place by the punk.
"No." Hobie asserted, the slightest twinge of nervousness in his deep voice. "O-or I'll-"
"Or what?" Pavitr sassed. "You gonna colonize us again, tea boy?"
Before an empty threat went past his lips, Miles webbed Hobie's arms together and went straight for the kill on his armpits.
"Or... soon you're gonna be the Spider-Man who's bleeding from the armpits." Miles taunted.
Hobie screeched with frequency that would rival mic feedback as he doubled over to the floor in a lack of balance, but Miles straddled his waist.
"I gotchu, don't worry!"
"kkHAAAA-hhHHHAAAAAH-ha!! Ff-hh-HAH!!" Hobie choked out. "'Umnnot th-ticklish!!" Miles kept vigorously scratching at the punk's pits, and Pavitr took his knees, fingers like insects crawling over the surface and wriggling behind.
"Oh but yes, yes you are!" Pavitr taunted with the sugar-sweet voice he had reserved for cooing at Mayday. "Miles, count his ribs!"
"Um, one, two, three.." the anomaly replied, counting on his pale fingers while his right hand was still tickling Hobie's armpit, albeit less aggressively. Hobie was holding out, but his face burned at the thought of the onlooking Spider-People's reactions. The teens had already gotten some stares from his previous attack on Pavitr, but the others had paid more attention to the sight of Hobie reduced to titters.
"Phehe-HPP-Pav, y-KK-You HHB-berk! Y'WUHULDN'T!"
"No, press DOWN! Like playing piano! Lemme try!" Pavitr moved up, sitting square on Hobie's tummy to demonstrate, two fingers tazing his middle ribs. Miles, following suit, prodded lightly at Hobie's ribcage, eliciting supressed chuckles that sounded a little more like coughs.
"Ffkk-KKKHHHA!! hh-Stop it, ya- hhHIdon'LIKETHAT! HAAAhhh-hHH!"
"Ah-ah, you gotta make little counts too. Ek, do, teen, chaar, paanch, chhah..." The numbers rolling off Pavitr's tounge were the tipping point for Hobie, who with every targeted little prod at his ribcage was breaking more and more and more and he was just about to LOSE IT-
"HH-FF-HA-HYEEE-HA-haha-HUH-HAH!! HAAA- huh-HH-GitOFF! Sling'y hook- Pahaha-HAV!" Hobie's deep voice broke in hoarse laughter, and he squeaked with every utterance of Cockney insult-gibberish interrupted by his own hysterical laughter, shaking in his webbed bonds.
"No, I don't think I will, no, sir! In fact, let's try your tummy!" Pavitr lifted up the duochrome shirt which his a well-toned umber stomach, and with skilled fingers, Miles' hands found themselves creeping along from Hobie's sides swirling into his belly button, then creeping right out to give a few more prods at the ribs. This sent Hobie down a spiral of laughter as inconsistent as he was, with lots of yelps, howls screams and a hilarious cacophony of noises contradicting one another.
"KkgHAHAHA-HhEEEEK-(k-snrk)-ffHHHPHA-HAHA-HhNn! Not hehere- n'-Nn'OTTHERE! (pant)"
"Goodness, your laugh is something else... something ADORABLE!" Pavitr continued teasing him. "Oh, Miles! He also hates it when I do this. Gud-gudi-gudigudi-gudigudi!" Whispering teases that Hobie didn't know the meaning of was a dirty trick- the punk didn't know what Pavitr was saying, but he knew, full well, what those words meant, and they sent goosebumps down his bony neck.
"Damn." Miles laughed. "You try his feet yet? I'm mad ticklish there." At the very notion, Pavitr lit up with a daring gasp.
"Yes." He blurted. "Yes I have, actually." His face changed to that of a playful smirk, as Hobie's gaze grew wide.
"No." Hobie stilled. "Please, Miles, don't lis'n to him- Ah, tom tit." Before he knew it, Hobie's boots flew off and web-patterned socks which were taken off just as quick were revealed. Pavitr held back Hobie's toes, and Miles spidered up and down his soles, laughing lightly along Hobie's hysterics.
"UH-HA-AH-HAHA-hh-HHKKHAA! Phh-PahAHavitr Puh-PrahahPRABAKAR, youhou're a DEAD blo-ho-hohoke, jh-H! Ahahanywhere budduh fuh-huh-HHEEEET!" Hobie howled and hollered, hitting the floor.
"Oh, and I forgot to ask, Miles. You like being tickled?"
Said spider person shook his head.
"Fair." Pavitr shrugged, the casual conversation continuing with every skilled stroke at the punk's peds. "Weell... Hobie liiikes it!" he sing-songed.
"SHhH-SHUT UHU-AHAH-haHhhyyYYou bunch'o WICKS!!" Hobie yelled, only a few decibels louder than his laughter, the noise making Miles back up while Pavitr kept playing at Hobie's toes.
"Does't seem like it. C'mon, let's give him a breather." Miles reassured. He climbed off Hobie, patting his shoulder, and yanked Pavitr's wrist to urge him off of Hobie, who stood up, knees knobbly from the wrath of both Spider-People whom he glared at.
"Heh.. you took it like a champ." Miles smiled up at him.
"You're next." Hobie spat, grabbing him by the collar of his hoodie. Miles made a small startled scream, and Pavitr laugh.
"I'm sure he doesn't mean it." By then, Pavitr had booked it out of the rec room.
Hobie cracked his knuckles. "Now, where to start..."
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track two — the ex tapes
warnings: not proofread. this is not a fluff series, so be ready for some angst and angry characters.
author's note: thanks for the love on track one! also, i'm creating a taglist for the series, so let me know if you want to be tagged on track three!
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What were the odds of walking into the studio and finding your famous ex boyfriend? He doesn’t even like pop music. How the hell?
You should’ve known that you were walking into a trap when your manager told you it was an impossible to miss opportunity to explore new genres of music. But you should’ve known better that LA was smaller than Hawkins. And that, one day, you would find yourself face to face with Edward Munson.
You can’t hear what people are saying at the entrance, you’re already leaving and never looking back. To hell with the good opportunity for your career. To hell with working for Corroded Coffin. You rather work on a stupid store than write with Munson.
You open the trunk of your car and throw your guitar case there. Your journal is full of drafts of ideas you’ve crafted while in traffic. But you want it all gone and buried deep inside your bag.
“Hey, Charlie, wait!” Eddie is running in your direction, but you couldn’t care less about him. You’re just glad he’s not calling you by your real name. “Please, let’s talk.”
You get inside your car in no time. You turn the engine on and begs for the stupid car to heat up as fast as possible. You need to get the fuck out of there.
“C’mon, let’s talk.” He’s closing the distance between the two of you.
“Fuck you, Munson. No, I’m not helping you with the thing that destroyed our relationship.”
You put the car in reverse and leave the parking lot without looking back. The streets to your apartment are blurry in your mind, the anger mixing with the pain, and you only register you’re at home when you open the door and it’s greeted by a very lazy Steve.
“Edward Munson booked me to write a song for his shitty little band” you announce, throwing your bag on the kitchen table and taking your shoes off.
“Edward Munson in like Eddie the freak Munson?” Instantly Steve is up on his feet and walking towards you.
“The one and only.” You press your palms to your face.
“Why you?” Steve knows the reason why you mostly work for the pop music field. Because even though the synthesizers and catchy melodies aren’t your thing, it’s better than working with your ex.
“Because I’m the ballad songwriter of the moment. I forgot to add Corroded Coffin on my Never Working With list, fuck me,” it’s all your fault. You might not know with which artist you’re working until you arrive at the studio, but your manager knows and keeps some of them out of your schedule. Sorry, she can’t work with you right now, but we’ll look forward to another opportunity. “My manager told me it was a good opportunity, but I just can’t!”
“Don’t do it. Or like if you want to I could take another day off and go with you. I’ll make sure to kick Munson’s ass.” Steve owns this small cafe a few blocks from your apartment. He works there most of the time, but always takes some days off to relax. Today is one of those days and you wish he was working.
“No, I’m cancelling it. Fuck him and his stupid band, I’m not getting in a studio with him.” Your body falls into the couch. “Stupid Munson.”
“Ok, it’s your call. Fancy some tea?”
“Yes, please.”
Steve is your best friend. He was there when Eddie left everything behind, including you. He knew you would do anything possible to not see Eddie’s face again, but there you are, reality happening right before your eyes. He sits next to you and holds you in an awkward hug — because you’re holding your legs to your chest and hiding your face.
Your tea gets cold. The moment you get out of your position, Steve is leaving the house to have a night out. He got your acoustic guitar from your car because he knows you’re gonna end up locked in your room writing new songs. That’s how you process your feelings.
You get some leftovers from the week, a bottle of wine and your cold tea. You refuse to let this nightmare get the best of you. So you write your heart out until you hear the phone ring. You hope it’s not Steve calling you to ask for a ride because you’re down 3 glasses of wine and driving is the last thing you wanna do.
You walk over and answer the phone.
“I’m not giving you a ride, I am-”
“Hi, sweetheart. Can we talk?”
You’re killing whoever gave your number to him.
“Wrong number, asshole. Never call me again.”
You hang up on him and go back to your room. Pages and more pages of your feelings. You might need to find an artist to sing about it, but you do not care. You wanna drag Edward Munson in the mud because of everything he did to you. He must’ve found out you are Charlie, because there’s no way someone booked a pop songwriter for a rock band.
The phone rings again.
“Hello?”
“Please, don’t hang up,” Eddie asks. “It’s just a business call, I promise.”
“How did you get my number?”
“Does it matter, sweetheart?” He pauses. “So, business. I can schedule a studio tomorrow morning.”
“No, Munson, I’ve told you: not working with you. Can’t you get a no for an answer?” You wish you had brought the wine glass with you.
“No, I can’t. How did you end up on songwriting? I thought you were going to college to study biology.”
“Chemistry,” you correct him. “I’ve given a song I wrote to a singer I was seeing back in Chicago, he recorded it and my name was on the credits. The song was a huge success and the next thing I know I’m moving to Los Angeles to write for other people. Why do you care?”
“And how’s that been going for you?”
“I can pay my rent and I’m saving up to leave this country. Canada, Europe perhaps. Last time I was in Hawkins I saw Wayne,” you remember the encounter with Eddie’s uncle. You were both in the same market and he called you from the end of the aisle. He looked better than the last time, and said his cousin bought him a house. “Have you visited him?”
“No, I haven’t. Been busy with writing the album and touring. But he’s coming to LA soon, I bet he would like to see you.”
“Don’t.” You stop him. “Don’t act like it’s all fine. And only a few people back in Hawkins know about Charlie Roger.”
“Who? Robin? Nancy? Steve?”
They were the ones who encouraged you to keep writing, to try to be a singer yourself, but you just couldn’t. Nancy and Robin are coming to visit you and Steve in a few weeks and you can’t wait to try to convince them to move to LA again. The gang back together. Or at least most of it.
“They know, yes. But to everyone else it is like I’ve left everything behind because of what happened.”
“I’m sorry, Y/N. I really am.”
“I don’t wanna hear your excuses, Munson. State your purpose or I’m hanging up on you.”
“I wanna work with you.” He’s quick to answer you. But you can imagine him, on the other side of the line, holding his face and staring at some of the most beautiful views of the city. “Even before I knew you are Charlie, I found your lyrics really good. I mean, Charlie’s lyrics. I still loved your poems tho. I’ve been doing fine on my own for, what, 3 records now, but I need some help to finish this one. One song is all I’m asking.”
“No, I can’t. Sorry, Eddie. Goodbye.”
“Good night, sweetie.”
He hangs up before you can.
It’s gonna be a hell of a night.
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“ i'm in love ”
not my gif !
note: i am so sorry !!!!!!!!! that this took forever!!!!!!!!!!!! i wanted to take some time to learn about billie before writing about him bc i didn't know anything other than him being in green day so i spent a week listening to their music and watching interviews AND i was originally gonna do a "dating billie" type thingy but i gave up half way thru bc i was running out of headcannon thingys but its in my drafts so if u want it just lmk
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request?: yes
pairing: billie joe armstrong x female!reader
contains: bad writing, age gap
keys: Y/F/N = your friend's name. Y/F/F = your favorite food
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You walked into a fancy restaurant that you had never heard the name of before, fiddling with the hem of your knee-length skirt as you walked up to the waitress standing behind a desk.
"Hi, Just one?" She asked as she picked up a menu.
"Um, No, I-I'm supposed to be meeting someone here. By the name of 'Billie' You started, chewing on your lip from your anxiety.
"Billie Armstrong, I think" You finished
You watched as she looked down at a chart she had as she ran her finger down the paper.
"Y/N?" She asked as she smiled back up to you.
"Yes, that's me" You smiled back, a little bit of your anxiety going away.
"Right this way" She said after she walked from behind the desk and started leading you to the table that an unfamiliar face sat at.
Your anxiety immediately came back as you watched him stand up and he smiled at you.
"There will be someone to come ask for your orders soon" The woman smiled once more before turning to continue her job.
You looked back at the man who was standing in front of you, your friend was not lying when she said that he was attractive. He was shorter than you imagined, though. Taller than less than 5 inches, you didn't really care that much about it.
"Hello. Y/N, right? He asked before sticking his hand out.
You took his hand in your and lightly shook it
"Yes, and you're Billie?" You smiled, mentally cringing.
All he did was nod before breaking the handshake and sitting back down which you followed his actions and looked down at your lap and fiddled with your thumbs.
You looked back up to him to see him already looking at you with an adorable smile plastered on his face.
"So, do you know what you're gonna get yet?" You asked before biting the inside of your cheek and lifting the fancy restaurant's fancy menu.
"No not yet, I haven't even ordered a drink yet"
You looked up at him and your eyes took a second to study the table, noticing that nothing but the menus, salt, pepper and a bouquet of fake flowers were on the table
"How long were you waiting?" You asked, your stomach flipping, hoping that it wasn't long.
"Not that long, maybe like 10 minutes."
"Thank God" You thought to yourself
"So, Y/N, tell me a little about yourself" He stated with a charming smile which was enough to make you smile back
"Well, my full name is Y/F/N, I just recently turned 31"
You continued to talk about yourself, answering the questions he had for you and trying to leave out anything that made you seem lame.
After about 3 minutes of talking about yourself and laughing, the waiter had finally walked up to the table
"Hello, what can I get you two for drinks?" She asked, pulling out a pen from her apron.
Billie looked over to you as if he was waiting for you to answer. You looked down at the menu for a couple seconds before making up your mind.
You lightly cleared your throat before speaking
"I'll have sweet tea"
The lady wrote down what you had said before looking over to Billie
"And what about you, Sir?"
"A pepsi would be cool"
She raised her eyebrow before writing down what he had said then closed her notebook pad and put her pen away.
"I'll be back with your drinks shortly" She smiled and walked away
"Did you see the way she looked at me?" Billie leaned closer over the table and whispered so she wouldn't be able to hear him which made you laugh
"She's probably confused on why we didn't order champagne or something" You whispered before looking around you
"This is a very nice restaurant" You finished.
Your friend, who was also your roommate, had completely set up the date. She was in charge of the day, the time, where it was and she refused to tell either of you what the name of the restaurant was all she did was give you guys each other's names and the address to the restaurant.
"Yeah, I feel underdressed right now" He said in a more normal voice and sitting up straight.
"Me too, I wish Y/F/N would've warned me that this restaurant was gonna be so fancy, I'm used to dates at Applebee's" You joked and silently praised yourself when you saw the smile that showed up on Billie's face
"So, you go on a lot of dates?" He joked back
"Oh, all the time" You replied sarcastically, dragging out "all" to put more emphasis on it.
"I just got back from a date before I came here" You fake bragged, having no idea where you got the confidence to joke with him the way you were.
"Oh, yeah?" He raised an eyebrow
You hummed and nodded your head.
"Where'd you go?" He asked
"Uhh, Applebee's" You said in a "duh" voice.
Your response made him laugh loudly which caught the attention of some people around you. The two of you both looked at the people who were most-likely silently judging you before looking back at each other and laughing more.
The waitress soon came back with your drinks and took your orders. He had ordered Chicken Alfredo while you ordered Y/F/F, that being your go-to food whenver you went out (which wasn’t a lot).
“Okay, Billie, you know almost everything about me, tell me about you” You said before taking a sip of your drink.
You learned lots about him, like his middle name being “Joe”, how he’s in a band called “Green Day”, which you were suprised to hear, given the fact that you knew a couple of their songs, maybe like 2 or 3, you never took the time to see who was in the band though. You also found out that he was 9 years older than you, making him 40. That took you aback given the fact that he looked very close to your age but you brused it off, deciding to give him a chance since it had been so long since anyone had shown any interest in you.
“Wait, so if you play in a rock band you must like rock music, right?” Your face lit up with excitment, you had finally found someone who liked the same music as you.
“Yeah, I love it” He said after he took a sip of his pepsi
“Do you have a favorite band?” You asked, curious on what his answer was gonna be
“Uhh, I don’t really have a favorite at this moment, but I used to really like Operation Ivy, if you know who they ar-”
You had cut him off with a gasp once you had registered what he said
“No. Way.” You said a little dramatic.
“I loved them all throughout high school! I used to be so bummed that I couldn’t see them live because when I had started listening, they were already broken up” You pouted, remembering the teenage version of you complaining to your parents about how sad you were about that.
“ What’s your favorite song by them?” He asked
“Oh, that’s a hard one” You paused, your brain flipping through all the Operation Ivy songs you know, trying to pick just one.
“Um, I’m gonna have to go with “Knowledge”.” You replied and his jaw dropped.
“That’s my favorite, too!”
“Nu-uh” You said in complete disbelief
“Yeah” His voice grew a little louder due to excitment which caused the couple next to us to give us dirty looks once again.
“That’s truly insane, I’ve never met anyone who had even heard of them, I thought I was the only one” You said while stirring the ice around in your cup with the straw.
“Well, now you’ve got me”
You looked up at him through your lashes, his response making you blush
“I’m glad about that” You smiled before finding a new topic to talk about.
After what felt like forever, the food had finally came, and the two of you spent the next almost 2 hours learning more about each other, laughing, and eating.
Soon, the sound of a chair scooting across the floor had caught your attention and you watched as the couple (who was dressed way fancier than the both of you) put on their jackets to go. The woman who was there looked over at you and the two of you made eye contact. Instead of breaking it, you smiled and waved at her, all she did was look at you like you were trash and rolled her eyes which caused you to gasp.
“What?” Billie asked, looking in the same direction as you were, making it very obvious that the both of you were looking at them. You lightly tapped his hand so his attention would turn to you.
“I smiled at her and she rolled her eyes” You laughed at it, finding it more funny than offensive.
“Oh, shit, for real?” He whispered before turning back over to them and watched as they made their way to the exit.
You saw as the man talked to the lady who had led you to the table earlier and pointed over to us while saying something that you couldn’t make out.
“Oh, shit” You whispered, sinking into your seat a little when you saw that the lady was coming towards your table.
“Are you enjoying your dinners?” She asked
“Yeah” You both said at the same time, then smiling at each other.
“Well, I just got a complaint from a couple that was next to you two and they were saying how you guys were being too loud and it made them uncomfortable. So, if you could keep it down, that would be highly appreciated.” She smiled
Both you and Billie smiled at each other before he spoke up.
“I’m sorry about that. I guess we got too deep in conversation to notice” He smiled at the woman
“It’s okay, just remember that they’re others trying to eat here” She smiled back and left.
Not very long after she turned around, the both of you started laughing once again, this time is was quieter so you wouldn’t get a complaint again.
“You wanna get outta here?” He asked after the laughter died down and you nodded.
Billie looked around to see if he could spot the waitress, thankfully she wasn’t far, only a couple tables down. So the two of you talked until she walked by and she asked if everything was going alright.
“Yeah, everything is great. Can we get the bill?” He asked, she nodded and left.
Once she turned with the bill, she took the plates and bid us “goodnight”
You grabbed the bill before he could and your eyes widened as you looked at the price.
“How much is it?” He whispered for unknown reasons
“200″
“Oh, that’s not that bad” He said while reaching in his back pocket and pulling out a wallet
“Yeah, but we didn’t even get anything that fancy. I bet if we would’ve went to Applebee’s and got everything we got here, it would be like $60″
He laughed at what you said before speaking
“That’s what happens when you go to fancy resturants, babe, shit’s expensive”
Your heart stopped for a split second due to the pet name he had thrown in ever so casually.
You are cool with me calling you that, right?” He made sure you didn’t feel uncomfortable which you thought it was the cutest thing ever.
You nodded in agreement before clearing your throat
“Yeah, t-that’s cool with me” You smiled which he mirrored.
Only a few seconds later, Billie stood up and walked over to where you were sitting
“Shall we?” He asked, extending his arm out in front of you.
“We shall” You giggled as you took his hand and stood up.
The two of you started walking towards the front of the resturant and you smiled to yourself, happy that this date had gone very well.
The two of you talked about random things until you got to your car.
“This is me” You stopped walking and stood in front of the car.
“Well, actually I was wondering if you wanted to come back with me” He said but it sounded more like a question
“Sorry, Billie, I don’t do hook ups on the first date.” You frowned
“But if you give me your number, I’d be more than happy to go on a second date with you” You smiled
“Wait, really? I didn’t completely fuck this date up?”
“What? No, what makes you think you fucked up”
“We almost got kicked out of a top notch resturant”
“But we didn’t, plus that wasn’t just your fault, I was being loud, too, y’know” You reminded him and he nodded.
You pulled out your phone, unlocked it, went to contacts, and handed him the phone.
“Here, put your number in and we can plan another date later”
You blushed as his hand brushed over yours when he took your phone
“I really had fun tonight” You after a few seconds of silence.
He looked at you but his head was still down
“Me too” He smiled at you which made your heart melt
“How ‘bout next time we go to Applebee’s since you love it so much” He joked before giving you your phone back.
Without looking, you put it back in your purse that was on top of your car.
“Believe it or not, I’m actually not a huge fan of going out” You said
“No?” You could hear the sarcasm in his voice which caused you to laugh a little.
“Mhm” You hummed in response.
“So, then what do you have in mind?”
“I have this old stereo with a bunch of old cassette tapes that are all the rock albums I used to listen to. So I was thinking, y’know, me, you, a stereo, and maybe chinese food or something?” You chewed on your lip, hoping the plan didn’t sound dumb.
“I got Operation Ivy” You said, your voice filled with hope.
“Text me the time and your address and I’m there, baby” He winked
God, he was gonna drive you insane. You stood there for a few seconds, the both of you just looking at each other before you cleared your throat.
“I should probably get going before Y/F/N starts to worry, I’m never out this late.”
He smiled at you before looking down at his watch
“It’s only 10:30″
“I told you already, I dont go out a lot” You remarked
"Well, I'll see you soon?" He asked
"Of course" You said in an obvious tone.
"Okay, have a good night, Y/N. Text me when you get home?"
You nodded in response.
"You too, Billie"
"Well, you don't have to text me when you get home because you won't have my number until I text you so even if you wanted to text me, you wouldn't be able to a-"
You were cut off by Billie kissing you, it shocked you at first, but you couldn't help but kiss back. The kiss was soft and passionate and only lasted a couple seconds before Billie pulled back.
"I'm sorry, you were ranting"
"No, don't apologize, I liked it" You bit your lip, trying not to smile too big.
All he did was laugh, before he put his hands in his front pocket.
"Goodnight, Y/N." He smiled at you before turning around to walk away.
"Goodnight, Billie"
He turned back, smiled, and waved before turning back to walk to his car.
You silently freaked out right then and there, Your first date in almost 3 years went amazing. You calmed yourself down by taking a deep breath before grabbing your purse and walking to your car door. You were looking through your purse for your keys when your phone went off. Opening it, the first thing you saw was the new contact that had been recently added and was titled "Billie <3".
You smiled before whispering to yourself
"I think I'm in love"
#HOLY FUCK I WENT THRU HELL TO WRITE THIS#idk how to feel about it tbh#i had one idea and it got mixed up in the process so now its this#uh#slay?#billie joe armstrong#green day#billie joe armstrong imagines#billie joe armstrong x reader#punk#rock#90s#american idiot#idk what else to put#slay
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thanks for tagging me @distant-screaming <333
Current time: 12:18pm
Current activity: Making some tea 🫖
Currently thinking about: ...how I don't want to go to work today lol. I love what I do but today I feel yicky (hence the tea) so I'm not looking forward to leaving my house. Especially since I have to be there for an extra hour bc of a staff meeting.
Current favourite song: c'mon I don't do favorites 😭 I've been liking Ordinary by Tilly Birds a lot though! :D
Currently reading: Wish I had something interesting to put here but uh. I'm not currently reading anything.
Currently watching: The Shipper! This show is WACK. And I love it. It's just. So wild, and funny. Also, First's acting is literally SO good. The way he sells the body swap I just. AGH. Also cute lil Ohm is there. And Jennie. It's a good time and I appreciate how unpredictable it is. It's been my little happy evening watch lately.
Current favourite character: I think this was my answer last time I got tagged in one of these but. Ray from Only Friends. He's just so!! <3
Current WIP: I have a few fanvids in progress. Not gonna say they're still going at a promising pace but, I want them to be done so bad! I have a really fancy fun edit going to New Rules for SandRay & NickBoston. I also have a Buffy Summers edit going.
Aside from that I have a few fics but—while I certainly haven't given up on them—I'm not sure I'd call them WIPs considering the amount of time it's been since I last touched them.
Other things I've been working on include writing down Thai words I know on flashcards, which has been a fun if time-consuming process! It's a personal goal of mine to work on learning Thai. I've actually never learned a second language but have always wanted to, so it's rather special to me! I don't know a ton yet but I'm proud that I haven't given up on it. And it's honestly so satisfying when I'm watching something or listening to music and realize I understood something small without having to read subs, or understand a teeny tiny joke that wouldn't come across in English.
Besides that, I was doing a giant WIP in October which I didn't get that far on, but that's making the floofy Wednesday Addams dress. I've at least finished drafting a really nice fitted undershirt and making most of the detailed leather belt with a thick pleather material I had—it just needs to be assembled but I didn't do that bit yet bc my sewing machine was having issues for a while there (anyway I cut out 110 little shapes for the belt by hand with an xacto knife bless my SOUL). Hopefully I'll get back to the project when I'm feeling more energetic again!
Alright, tagging some lovely mutuals :D
@lamonnaie @softpran @celestial-sapphicss @justafriend-ql @firstkanaphans @khaofirsts
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Summer Reading/Writing Tag ☀️
Describe one creative WIP project you’re planning to work on over the summer.
I'm currently a bit less than halfway (hahaha, as if it that ever turns out as expected) into my one and only writing WIP Till Death. Experience shows I can pull off around 20-25k per month "easily", so I hope to be done with it August/Septemper.
It's my attempt at write as if no one is reading, a shamelessly whump- and angst-heavy queer love story. It's the first time in ages I actually do a whole draft again before posting (last was HmW last July and I wrote that in 3 weeks on no sleep.) I put the blurb here, but won't make a WIP intro before I am done.
Whenever I need a break from that, I still gotta do the last edits on my novel Thorns, which has a WIP Intro.
Recommend a book.
I have a tag for that.
Recommending books is hard, because the majority of the books in my life haven't been in English -- and because I am a coward. I'm gonna list some I remember fondly, and might put one day in the tag when I get past anxiety and the lack of time.
Carol Berg - Transformation
D.N. Bryn - Once Stolen
Recommend a fic.
I don't read fanfic, but I don't see a "fan" in that question, so:
I have a page for that.
Currently not on the list, because I am a lazy fuck, is @squishablesunbeam 's Consequence of Action. I am in love with Quinn and Connor, but be warned, it's very nsfw/noncon-heavy.
Recommend music.
I also have a tag for that.
Outward - The Adventure's Tale - Clamavi De Profundis
Wish I could buy this somewhere. I have such a soft spot for songs about games. Songs that tell you, we loved this world, we loved this game, this was our journey.
You know what. Let's stick with that theme.
Wasteland Soul - Fallout 3 song by Miracle Of Sound
Aviators - Song of the Abyss (Dark Souls Song | Symphonic Rock)
Those 3 games I bought (or want to buy, Dark Souls wasn't on sale in ages) because of songs about them.
Share one piece of advice!
Get a glass water bottle. I recently got another plastic one and I hate how smells stick to it when I decided to keep some tea in it. Oh you mean writing advice?
Constructive criticism is great and all, but get at least one person who will call you a bitch* with a row of crying emojis when you show them your new chapter.
*or other insult of your choice
I was tagged by @words-after-midnight and I am gonna tag (no pressure) @squishablesunbeam @starlit-hopes-and-dreams @clairelsonao3 @verkja @serotoninshift @sam-glade and whoever else wants to do this
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Will you do tpwk analysis it's the most controversial one lol
Cleaning out some of my drafts because that’s the mood I’m in esta mañana! Is it controversial? Doesn’t feel that way to me!
Maybe we can, Find a place to feel good
And we can treat people with kindness, Find a place to feel good
This line always reminds me “there’s a place for us, somewhere a place for us” (someday from west side story). Maybe we can means he’s not sure if we can but he’s hopeful, wanting to find a place to feel good is important to him, implying he hasn’t found a place where he feels good and where people are treated with kindness
I got a good feeling, I'm just takin' it all in, Floating up and dreamin', Droppin' into the deep end
Got a good feeling implies some level of intuition or instinct, and that he’s just riding the waves as they come, dreaming (a big theme always) “she lives in day dreams with me” floating as in moving up towards the sky where sunflower is “hung up high in the gallery”
And if we're here long enough, They'll sing a song for us (ah-ah-ah-ah)
To me this is him saying to his person to stay here long enough, to hold on, to wait. There have been continual references to Harry and someone he’s connected to feeling immense pain and he’s saying if we hold on, things will improve, always encouraging them to hold on and things will get better “you can see the world, following the seasons everywhere you go”
And we'll belong
What he wants for himself and for his person, we’ll belong “we belong to light, we belong to each other” (we belong, pat benatar). Harry doesn’t feel like he and someone else belong, he doesn’t feel like he and a lot of people belong, but the use of the word will implies he thinks in the future that can change
Giving second chances, I don't need all the answers
He’s admitting that there are things he doesn’t know “there’s things we’ll never know” (fine line) but that he doesn’t need to know everything to feel good, he’s no longer “worried about where you are, or who you will go home to”
Feeling good in my skin, I just keep on dancin'
He’s saying he’s gonna just keep having as good a time as he can, “kids in the kitchen listen to dance hall” I think dancing represents freedom of play to him, I think he gets in touch with his inner child when he dances
And if we're here long enough, We'll see it's all for us
To me he’s saying to his person, look at it all, this world, this music, this story, the world is our oyster, this is all for us, all for you, if you hold out you’ll see things differently, maturing is a beautiful thing in the way your understanding grows and changes
And it's just another day (and it's just another day)
Even magical people have ordinary days
And if our friends all pass away (ah-ah, ah-ah)
This is morbid randomly out of the blue, but Harry has lost people to suicide in his life. Some maybe to drugs. He lost his stepdad. I think he’s dealt with a lot of loss and he’s had to just keep going.
It's okay (it's okay, it's okay, it's okay)
But it’s okay because we can just make it through this rough time
All we ever want is automatic all the time. All we ever want is auto all of the time
Harry has this theme of feeling robotic (satellite music video) but also “tea with cyborgs” a real disconnect from our own humanity, but he’s saying he recognizes how things take time sometimes. We aren’t robots, we’re humans and part of being human is not having all the answers and being patient, and hoping things get better, he’s letting go of a lot of his need for control
Ultimately I feel like this is a song trying to encourage people that it gets better and we can create the spaces, the homes we longed to have. I think this is a sentiment he has expressed in a few different songs.
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got tagged in SOOO many tag games by @raylangivins asdfghjkl thank u ilu here are like, half of them lmao.
(1) shuffle your on repeat playlist and post the first 10 tracks
stupid girl - garbage
salt and vinegar - lights
DIP N DRIP - cobrah
disturbia - rihanna
this hell - rina sawayama
deep end - catty
night crawling - miley cyrus feat. billy idol
messy - kiiara
jet black hearts - abigail barlow
dancing on my own - robyn
(2) a questionnaire!
Tea, coffee, or soda? coffee > everybody..... i do love tea tho.
Dogs or cats? dogs bc one's sitting on my feet rn and he's pretty cute so.
Can you play any instrument? forgot all the piano i once knew oops
What's your sun sign? sagittarius for me as well! ♐️♐️
First song lyrics that pops into your head? how will i know if she really loves meee 🎵
Do you have any tattoos? not yet! indecision etc etc
Favorite place you've travelled? british virgin islands
What's the last movie you've watched? i literally do not remember but i'm seeing the d&d movie this weekend lmao
What languages do you speak? only english, i'm pants at languages :( much like the instruments question i forgot the other ones orz
Do you have any hobbies? omg so many, i love doing things lmao. rn i am actually doing campaign prep for ttrpg things while i watch hockey and fill this out, which is a whole category of hobbies by itself (writing! mini painting! drawing! map design! terrain builds! etc etc.)
You can hang out with one fictional character for an hour, who do you choose? i was gonna be saucy and pick someone hot or someone whose brain i want to dissect like a formaldehyde frog but actually it is toothless i wanna go flying with the flying doggo
Compliment yourself: i cooked a delicious dinner tonight!
(3) ao3 first lines tagline
Rules: Share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written fewer than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway (spoiler alert: rules are made to be broken…)
"most recent" i have published uhh nothing since 2021 hockey hols oops. i should maybe. fix that. anyway the point is that some of these are from my drafts folder ayy:
The chatter starts up at the end of every season, and every off-season Mat runs the fuck away to get away from it.
There’s three shadows standing over Eddie when he comes to, curled in on himself on the ground and damp with his own sweat.
The last dragons—barely hatchlings—die at Dragonstone. Perhaps it's only fitting that the last dragonspawn do too.
“I used to think about it,” admits Trevor. “You making me sorry for it.” (x)
Leon makes all his biggest mistakes in Las Vegas, and tonight is no exception. The team is flying high off a win they didn’t expect—off a win, strictly speaking, they did not deserve—and the music is good, and the lights are low, and the drinks keep coming. (x)
Raff is in the Dallas hotel room, and Joel didn’t invite him—didn’t expect him—but holy cannoli is Joel glad to see him there. (x)
The first thing to understand was Raff didn’t have a heart. (x)
As far as Jack was concerned, Taylor Hall could take his Nantucket wedding, his signed contract in Boston, his Biosteel invite and his mostly working body and all the other hallmarks of his happily ever after—and shove it up his own ass. (x)
He had made a conscious choice not to tell anyone about the situation, and indeed, not to think about the situation any more than could be helped. This had worked well for the past several years, except that it meant that Auston had not thought twice about extending the invitation for Dylan to join them for two weeks in Scottsdale. (x)
They’d tracked the old legends from planet to planet, each one emptier than the last: graveyards with no graves, detonation marks from imperial explosives scouring ancient stone, each once-sacred place swept clean of its history. (x)
tagging 10 of you i've seen in my notes lately, do one or two or all of em: @maddiebuckley @bluewaterhigh2005 @tobysziegler @st-louis @xreveux @parisebuyout2021 @chevalric @joeslie @marmolita @townhulls @bigbrotherlouis
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Okay, this was chapter 1 of a Dean Ambrose x OC romate au I was working on. It's been in my drafts on wattpad for literally months. I have no idea what to do with it so I'm gonna just put it here.
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He had never felt this awkward in his life Dean thought to himself as he at the last bite of crust in his third pizza slice of the night. He sat in the inside of the booth, almost pressed against the window, in an effort to give Becky's friend more space.
Sometimes he wondered if her friend felt the same way on these nights out, with them sitting on one side of the table and Becky and Seth on the other, either sitting extra close or in each other's lap (It varied on who was sitting on whose lap each night).
What was her name again anyway? How many times has they had pizza at this joint together why did he keep forgetting her-
"Oh, Viv, I forgot to ask! Are you still thinking about moving out?"
Vivienne! That's what her name was!
Dean watched her out of the corner of his eye as she gingerly swirling her iced tea around with the metal straw in her glass. "I don't know. It's not like rent's super expensive, I can still afford it even with you moving in with Seth, it'll just be weird trying to get used to living alone."
"Oh I know," the redhead reached over the table and took one of the girls hands. "But I know you can do it! And I'll visit all the time, I promise!"
"I mean, at least you're giving me a few weeks notice, so that's cool. And you'll only be a few towns away."
Seth laughed, pulling Becky closer by the waist, kissing her on the cheek. "And Soon this girl I'll be stuck in my lair forever!"
Vivienne snorted and Dean rolled his eyes. She shuffled in her seat, and through the smog of pizza smoke he caught another wiff of her hair. It smelled almost fruity, probably some kind of olive oil spray or lotion, there was always one on the living room table at her and Becky's apartment whenever Seth dragged him over for game night.
It was pretty weird of him to notice it at a time like this, but God he'd rather pay attention to that then anything else right now. His back hurt from work, his ears were ringing from the music and laughter, and the tightness of the booth was driving him nuts.
"Hey, Deano, are you still looking for a place?" Seth's voice broke through his thoughts, the twang of concern in his voice slapping him back to reality.
"Huh? Oh yeah. 's going okay. I've been looking around at places near Winter...Winter something, yknow, where Full Sail is? A lot of long wait lists though." How the hell did he come up with a lie that fast? He couldn't find shit, definitely not anything in his price range.
"Yknow you don't have to move out asap, right? We can wait until you find a place and then I can move in with Seth." Becky added.
"Nah, it's cool, you need to hurry up and make room for the Misses, you know? 'fore she gets cold feet." Dean shook his head, forcing out a laugh. Underneath the table he gripped his knee. Somebody get me the hell out of here...
"You can stay with me." a small voice interjected. Suprised, they all looked to Vivienne. " I mean, since Becky's moving out, you can stay with me until you find a place, or however long you need."
"Hey, that's an idea," Seth nodded, stroking the whispered of a goatee he had with his free hand. "She's gonna have that extra room. She can move into Becky's and you can move into her old one."
"No, I can stay in my room, I like it," Viv shook her head. Besides, Becky's rooms bigger and Dean's taller so he needs it more."
Are you kidding? Dean thought to himself. He barely knew her, would he take the primary room when she lived their longer? "Uh, I ain't so-"
"Rent is $850 a month, can you pay half of that?" Becky asked.
Dean eyes widened. "That's only like $400!"
Viv nodded.
That was barely half of his paycheck! "Yeah, I can pay that."
"Okay. We'll have to talk to the landlord about it after Becky moves out so you can sign the lease too." Viv noted.
"Cool, great. Thanks." Wait, shit, did he just say yes?
They continued on with the rest of their evening, laughing at jokes and finishing the rest of the pizza, while Dean silently panicked. What the hell just happened? What did he just agree to? She was nice, but he barely knew her!
She didn't really talk to him for the rest of the night, just kind of stole glances at him when she thought he wasn't paying attention. Unnerving as it was, she didn't look at him in a bad way, just.. curious.
Almost as if she was unsure how this would work as he was.
#regality rambles#dean ambrose#dean ambrose x oc#i hate how i wrote seth and becky but yeah this is it#i have like a lil bit for a second chapter too but i still havent finished it lmao
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Hey there! I'd like to learn a little more about your writing process. Feel free to give as much or as little detail as you see fit.
What do you consider to be essential for a successful writing session?
Do you like to have a certain snack or drink on hand?
Do you have to listen to a certain type of music to get in the mood or do you work better in silence?
Do you like to work in the same location every time you write or do you like to switch it up regularly?
Do you need a detailed plan of where the story is going before you can draft anything or do you prefer to jump right in and make everything up as you go along?
-with love and ✨Good Vibes✨ from a friend
Heyo! Thanks so much for the ask (and for waiting so long for a reply) <3 I'mma toss my answers beneath a cut, since I do get a bit rambly lol
What do you consider to be essential for a successful writing session?
Honestly, just getting words down lol. Sometimes during NaNo times, I'll have little goals along the lines of "I wanna finish this scene tonight" or "I wanna get to this plot point/conversation", but that's about the extent of it.
Do you like to have a certain snack or drink on hand?
Nah not really. Typing requires two hands, and I already have to pause for my hair-twirling habit, so snacking is out of the question lol. As for drinks, I have a bad habit of forgetting about them so also no not really XD
(Though as a side note, I recently tried boba for the first time in years and oh man, now that I've actually tried different varieties I've gotten obsessed. So maybe that lol. Specifically peach green tea with mango popping boba is just *chef's kiss*)
Do you have to listen to a certain type of music to get in the mood or do you work better in silence?
I have recently discovered I work worse in silence XD. So yeah, I need music. I do have a couple of WIP playlists, but I don't have to listen to them in order to write. They're more there for if I need a lil nudge to get back into that WIP, or I wanna zone out and daydream in that world for a while.
Do you like to work in the same location every time you write or do you like to switch it up regularly?
This is gonna be a bit of an Answer lol.
The one hard and fast criteria i have for a writing location is that I have to be in a spot where nobody can look over my shoulder at what I'm writing. I don't know why, but I just get incredibly uncomfy whenever there's a chance of somebody glancing over and seeing what's on my screen, even if it's just the cutest fluff that I'm about to post online.
But, back in Ye Olde School Days, I would write literally anywhere. I used to put a writing notebook under my school one, and when I started typing up my stories I put them on a flashdrive so I could work on a school computer during my free periods. Even during theater shows, since my job was a lot of "hurry up and wait," during the waiting bits I'd just sit in my corner of backstage, or in the tech room, tippity tappity away at my laptop keys lol.
So yeah. Used to change up where I was writing a lot lol. And because this question got me a lil nostalgic for some reason, my two favorite spots that are coming to mind:
In high school, the highest place you could go was called the Crow's Nest. It was a little half-floor overlooking the main entryway, no walls so everybody in the entryway could hear you, and people could see you from the right angles. But there was a table and a couple of chairs up there, and big windows so you could look out over the trees, and during classes it would be real quiet cause there were better places to hang out with friends.
In college, there was a stairwell in one of the academic buildings. It wasn't heavily used except between classes, cause it was a bit out of the way and not really near any classrooms. Mostly teacher offices and the Chem-E lab. It was also the only stairwell in that building with a mural. There were a couple of tables in that stairwell, but my favorite was the one that was under the stairs, cause anybody going down them wouldn't see me unless they practically turned around on their way out of the stairwell, and anybody going upstairs wouldn't be able to see my laptop screen. The only bad thing about that table is that it didn't have an outlet, so I'd have to move to a more exposed table if my laptop was dying lol.
The one constant location has always been my bedroom, since maximum privacy there. And that's where I do most of my writing nowadays, since pandemic and graduation and jobs happened and I don't particularly feel like going out into public just to write lol. Tho I did bring a lil notebook to work with me one day and wrote about 4 pages of Apocalypse Survival while on break, which was pretty fun.
Do you need a detailed plan of where the story is going before you can draft anything or do you prefer to jump right in and make everything up as you go along?
A little bit of both, honestly XD For my newer projects, I'm doing a lot more worldbuilding before I start drafting, but ultimately, for things like nailing down characters and plot, I do that best if I just jump right in. And sometimes, even when I'm like "no I need to worldbuild", I'll still jump in and write a few scenes cause I'm impatient lol
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Hi, sorry if the answer to this question should be obvious, but what should be the next step for a beginner writer who has just finished planning everything out? Is it possible for anything more specific than "just start writing ❤" because that just feels so vague. I guess I'm scared of creating something bad (even though ik it's part of the creative process), and I'm just really scared that I won't be able to convey my ideas onto the page. Ty so much, and sorry about the bad question
It's not a bad question! I'm assuming by "planning everything out" you mean you have a rough outline?
But I'm afraid my advice is pretty much "just start writing." However, there are multiple ways to do that--some write chronologically, but others pick scenes they're most excited about and start from those. I would also recommend reading Anne Lamott's "Shitty First Drafts"--you're unlikely to write a perfect first draft, even if you hate revising like me lol.
Fear is part of the process, and perfectionism is a rude antagonist. You will have days where you're like "everything I wrote is trash" and then you look back on it and you're like "actually that's not that bad..." Know that you're not alone in these fears, or in struggling to convey things on a page--it takes practice, it really does. And it's hard to let go of perfectionism. But there is no way out but through it (ie, writing).
Of course, there are different strategies for how to get through it. Make a cup of tea or coffee to motivate you. Play your favorite music, or find a quiet spot. Go to a place you feel comfortable or inspired--okay this is harder to do during the Time of the Rona but there are outdoorsy places where you can write, and maybe where you are has safe cafes nowadays too.
Also, strategies. A way that could help some people is to set a word count goal for the day, and make it attainable, even easily beatable--like don't set a goal of "5000" per day because that's not gonna happen. Set like 100, 200, 300. And get that count done, even if you don't like it. Then take a break and come back to it the next day (or when you get to write again). But remember to have grace for yourself: some days you might be better off stepping away from it and going back the next, without writing much if at all, for your mental state.
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Christmas Shopping
Chapter 3 - Addicted to you.
A/N: It felt so weird writing/editing this chapter in the middle of summer, but that’s how their timeline worked out! I can’t remember the last time I released a H&L chapter or wrote one to be fair, I think after this I have 2 more in drafts. Better get back to it! I hope you like it 😘
Tagging those who asked to be tagged but if you want to be added let me know!
Read previous chapters HERE!
Warnings: Fluff & NSFW
Songs: Kelly Rowland - Commander, Rihanna - Only girl, Magic - Rude & Wyclef Jean - Perfect gentleman.
Word Count: 2673
Pairings: Laila x Harry
Enjoy! 😘
A couple days later.
"So what are you going to get Harry for Christmas?" Nikki asks her as they had taken a break from shopping to have some lunch. "I have no idea what to get him!" she sighs. "I'm sure he'll be happy with you in some sexy lingerie," Nikki winks at her Laila lets out a loud laugh making people turn to look at her. "Or you can get him a Santa costume?" she laughs.
"What are you getting Stu?" Laila changes the subject. "He wants a new aftershave, I can't remember what he normally wears. What does Harry wear?" Laila has a think "Erm...a few different ones really Paco Rabanne One Million, Davidoff cool water, Boss Bottle that one what's his face is in the advert....the guy that plays Thor. Is one he smelt recently and liked but he didn't get it because they sold out and only had the sample bottle."
"You can get him that! I might have a sniff to see if it's something Stu would wear too!"
After lunch, they are walking through the shopping centre, Nikki ended up getting Stu some aftershave. Laila was still unsure what to get Harry, so Nikki drags her into Ann Summers. "What about these??" Nikki holds up some fluffy handcuff, Laila snorts. "We already have some, but without the fluff!" Nikki puts down the cuffs "What about cock ring? Closest Harry will get to sticking a ring on it!"
"We have that too," Laila blushes. "Crotch less knickers?" Laila nods signalling she has those. "Weighted love ball?" she asks and Laila again nods. "Feather tickler?" nod, "Blind fold? Riding crop?" Laila again nods, "Jeez, it would be easier to ask what you haven't got!" the pair laugh, "What? It has been eight years remember!" Laila winks at her.
"What about anal beads or ball gag?" Laila pulls a disgusted face "Finally! What about nipple clamps?" Laila laughs, "Only if they're being used on him!" she laughs. "God! Just think 6 months ago you were a born again virgin...now look at you! Getting more action than all of us put together!" Nikki giggles "Just over 7 months actually!" Laila corrects her.
Laila's phone Pings.
"Nikki! Look what Harry has done to Mabel!" she hands her the phone. "Awwww! Laila how adorable do she look!" the pair coo over the photo. "Has she met her new dog walker yet?" Nikki asks as she hands back the phone "She's met her, she's actually taking her out today." she smiles.
They ended up leaving the shop with some Christmas theme lingerie.
Later.
Laila arrives home all the lights are out "Harry?" Laila calls out. "I'm in the living room!" he calls back, she hangs up her coat and makes her way across the hall. When she opens the living room door the room is lit with tea and fairy lights, there are blankets and cushions on the floor in front of the coffee table. On the coffee table there is a chocolate fondue with fruit and marshmallows next to it "Aww Bear! What's all this?" she wanders over to him on the floor. "Where's Mabel?" she looks round the room as she sits next to him.
"She's gone to bed, Nessa took her for a 2 mile walk today!" he cups her face pulling her in for a soft kiss. "Aww, are they getting on OK?" he smiles, "Yeah, I've booked her in for Monday to Friday this week coming about lunchtime, so you'll met her this week."
"Right, enough about this dog walker. Are you going to let me feed you?" she winks, he leans forward grabbing a strawberry and hands it to her. She dips it into the chocolate and guilds it towards his lips, he's just about to take a bite when she redirects it to her mouth and takes a bite. He laughs and reaches over and pulls her lips to his. His tongue swirls with hers tasting the chocolate covered strawberry, he pulls away "That was amazing!" he grins at her.
She grabs another strawberry covers it in chocolate and traces it against his pulse line. Her tongue follows the same path, he groans and his breathing hitches as she pulls away she places the strawberry against his lips, he takes a bite. His lips brush over her finger tips making her every nerve ending stand on end. He knows the affect he has on her "How was that?"
"Tasty!" he grins and winks at her "Your turn." he picks up a marshmallow covers it in chocolate holds it out for her to bite into it. "Hmmm..!" she smiles at him "Did you get all your shopping done?"
"I need to order a couple of bits online, but after that..I'm done."
"Christmas day, what are we doing?" he asks.
She sighs, "I don't know how we are going to split between them all!" she leans against him and his arm comes around her. "I have an idea....as it's our first Christmas together, what if we did Christmas day just me, you and Mabel? In bed in our PJ's? I'll cook us Christmas dinner. Then Boxing day we do a buffet for both families?" she sits up to look at him "So, a lazy Christmas day? In bed?"
"Yeah...PJ's, snuggles in bed and a Harry Taylor roast. What more could a girl ask for?!" he winks waiting for her answer. "I love it!" his face lights up "Really?!" he questions her. "Yeah, Christmas day in bed with my hunky boyfriend, but I have one alteration....no pajamas!" He raises a brow to her, "Noted!" he jokes. "Instead Christmas jumpers!!!" this wasn't the answer he was expecting.
She giggles "Your face! But I want matching Christmas pajamas!" He chuckles "OK, but no photos my brothers will rip into me!" she sighs "Oh! Come on, one photo? Just to make me happy?" she pouts. "Fine, if it makes you happy." she claps getting her own way, "I think you owe it to Mabel after today!"
He chuckles "She looked cute!" "She did! Oh are you working Saturday?" she asks. "I don't think so?" he questions. "Every Christmas we do a friends Christmas party, kinda like a blow out before the family stuff. Nikki has planned it for Friday night and she has found somewhere that is having a 90's to 2020's night"
"Sounds good, who's going?" he asks. "Remy, Alec, Nikki, Stu, Alene, Daniel and now us!" she smiles. "I'm guessing we get completely smashed then?" she laughs.
Friday evening.
They arrive at the club Nikki found, Laila and Harry are the last to arrive.
Laila notices Stu and Nikki at the bar, she sneaks up behind her Stu spy's her, but Laila puts her index finger to her lips signalling him not to say anything. As she reaches Nikki, she wraps her arms around waist, making Nikki whip round with a face like thunder until she realises it was her friend "Laila, I was just about to...whatever. Glad you guys are here." she shouts over the music.
"Sorry, Mabel's walker got back late. Where are the others?" Laila calls back, Nikki points over to a table where the rest of the group are sat. Harry leans in, "Shall we get a drink first?" Laila nods "What you guys having?" Stu asks. "I know Laila's drink, Harry what ya having?" Nikki asks.
After they make their way over to the others "Hey!!" Laila call out as she takes a seat next to Alec, who hugs her and Harry. They are sat for a few minutes when Kelly Rowland - Commander begins to play Nikki jumps up, grabbing Laila's hand dragging her to the dance floor.
Nikki starts to sing along.
"From here on out
I'll be your commander (I'll be your commander)
No fear no doubt
I'll provide the answer
Right now I command you to dance"
She points to Laila, who starts to sing along with her. The pair are dancing on the edge of the dance floor in view of the table, laughing, their bodies swaying to the music the pair attract a couple of strangers, who slowly move closer to them waiting to make their move to become their unwanted dance partners.
Completely oblivious to the unwanted strangers, the song switches to Rihanna - Only Girl they continue to dance. Suddenly both girls feel someone behind them as they turn they saw Stu and Harry, Laila looks up at him confused "I thought you don't dance?" she laughs. He wraps his hands round her, swaying her as he leans in, "I don't, but those blokes behind me were inches away from trying to dance with you two."
She looks behind him "Oh, you didn't want me dancing with a stranger?" she laughs, he shook his head and they continued dancing away.
The next song was Magic - Rude as it starts up Laila starts singing it to Harry when she gets to the chorus he joins in.....
"Can I have your daughter for the rest of my life?
Say yes, say yes, 'cause I need to know
You say I'll never get your blessing till the day I die
'Tough luck, my friend, but the answer is no!'
Why you gotta be so Rude?
Don't you know I'm human too?
Why you gotta be so Rude?
I'm gonna marry her anyway
Marry that girl, marry her anyway
Marry that girl, yeah, no matter what you say
Marry that girl, and we'll be a family
Why you gotta be so Rude?"
Both grinning and smiling, he cups her face pulling her in for a kiss.
A little later back at the table "Laila, Boxing day....is it OK to bring Melissa?" Alene asks, Laila looks over to Rem. "Is Rem OK with that?" she looks to Alene who nods "If it's OK with Rem it's OK with me." when she looks up Rem mouths "Thank you." to her.
Daniel comes over from the bar with a tray of drinks "Sex on the beach anyone?" he passes them around the group. "Damn Daniel at least buy a girl a drink first!" Alene teases him "Sorry Len, but you aren't my type!" he winks at her, the group laugh.
A little later Perfect Gentleman - Wyclef Jean starts playing a tipsy Harry pulls Laila away from the bar and onto the dance floor. He spins her before pulling her close to him swaying them together. "Hey, you are a liar!! You can dance!" Laila giggles as she wraps her arms around his neck.
"My moo....ves only get bet...ter after I've add....a few." his words are slurred, his hips move with hers. He spins her round again, her body collides with his "I think you need to get drunk at every party or night out if it improves your dance moves!" he smirks before claiming her lips. As they sway with their lips locked, Laila can feel him begin to stiffen against her hips "Hmmm....someone seems to be enjoy themselves a little to much!" She winks.
He looks round checking no one is near, his lips brush against her ear "Can we head home? I got some other kinda moves I want to show you!" she giggles and bites her lip, "Let's go!" they say their goodbyes and head for the tube.
10 Minutes later.
Their underground train arrives empty, he sits and pulls her onto his lap. He captures her lips, the kiss becomes heated, Harry pulls off his coat and places it on her lap. His hand creeps under his coat snaking into her jeans "Bear, not here!" she whispers, he smirks against her lips continuing his trail. He lets out a soft growl. He reaches her hidden jewel, her head rolls back as his lip pepper down her neck.
She bites back a moan as he works between her slick slits.
Through the speaker they hear the next station is their stop, they both groan with disappointment. "Come on, we can continue this at home!" she gets up as the train pulls into their station.
2 Weeks later.
It's the day before Christmas Eve, Laila has just finished her last day until the new year, she wanders into the kitchen, "Oh, Harry! You're home early!" she was sure he mentioned he was training Stu tonight.
He's leaning against the kitchen counter with a whiskey in his hand, he looks over to her "I canceled Stu's PT session....Laila, there's something I need to tell you..."
He looks as if what he's about to tell her is tearing him up inside, her minds goes into overdrive....Was history repeating itself?
"Bear?" she looks at him concerned, he takes a deep breath "When I came back today to take Mabel for a walk at lunch....I bumped into Nessa." she laughs, "What is she annoyed we didn't get her to take Mabel out today?" he silently chuckles, but it quickly fades. "She was walking another client's dog, she asked if she could join Mabel as I was taking her over to the fields. We were just sat on a bench talking...she asked me about work and us. Then this afternoon she turned up at my work for a PT session, I didn't even know she booked. I was giving her a tour of the gym and she tried to kiss me..."
Laila's cheeks burn, but soon drain cold "What?!" was all she could conjure up from her lips. "Laila, I promise you as soon as she leaned in I stepped back. I was just as confused as you are, I asked her to leave after that." she can see he's just as shocked as she is "Laila? Please say something!" he softly pleads with her.
She sighs, making her way over to him cupping his face "Looks like we need to find a new dog walker." she laughs, he rolls his eyes at her. "Hey, It's not the first and probably won't be the last time a client tries to make a move on you....I remember a client making some more steamier moves on you about 7 months ago," she grins at him. He laughs, "Those were wanted moves!" he reminds her. "More than wanted...just look at what happened that night...but I'm glad you told me about Nessa." she pushes up on her tiptoes to kiss his nose.
"I've never given another woman a tour of the changing rooms since." he laughs before continuing "That is how and why we work because we are honest with one another!" he kisses her nose. "OK, can I be really honest..Bear?" he nods, "You stink!! Did you not shower before coming home?" Laila baits him. "Oh, I do? Do I?" he raises a brow to her.
With that he throws her over his shoulder "Harry?! Put me down!" she screams between her laughter. "Sorry, my love that's a no!" his hand strikes her arse cheek as he begins to climb the stairs with her over his shoulder. "Harry!!"
Later.
Cuddled up on the sofa watching a film "Bear?" he hums in response. "Can I be the one to sack Nessa?" she giggle, he starts searching her hair, "Harry, what are you doing?" she asks. "Looking for your devil horns," he chuckles, "But if it makes you happy...Yes, you can sack her.... to be fair, it means I don't have to deal with her," he starts to stroke her hair back down "Now how to do it? Mwahahaha!!" she fakes an evil laugh, "You really are the devil!" he smiles at her "Oh, you've seen nothing yet, Bear!" she winks.
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He pulls her onto his lap, so she's straddling him, he cups her face "Why don't you show me?" his lips crash to hers.
Chapter 4
#aty#Addicted to You#harry x laila#ATB#Original Work#original writing#original character#pixie88 original#original story#@pixie88
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I'm bored and this was in my drafts
1. Would you have sex with the last person you text messaged?
hell no
2. You talked to an ex today, correct?
nope.
3. Have you taken someones virginity?
nope.
4. Is trust a big issue for you?
yes
5. Did you hang out with the person you like recently?
nope
6. What are you excited for?
going to lisbon for a few days
7. What happened tonight?
I ate dinner, heard Halsey’s new album from start to finish, ranted on twitter, watched sense8 and went to sleep.
8. Do you think it’s disgusting when girls get really wasted?
I get really wasted sometimes
9. Is confidence cute?
I’d say attractive rather than cute, but it depends
10. What is the last beverage you had?
milk
11. How many people of the opposite sex do you fully trust?
maybe two
12. Do you own a pair of skinny jeans?
ofc
13. What are you gonna do Saturday night?
Going to a festival of academic groups.
14. What are you going to spend money on next?
most likely food
15. Are you going out with the last person you kissed?
no.
16. Do you think you’ll change in the next 3 months?
I hope so
17. Who do you feel most comfortable talking to about anything?
my best friend
18. The last time you felt broken?
idk if I’d consider myself broken rn but I have felt better
19. Have you had sex today?
ah, I wish
20. Are you starting to realize anything?
hum no
21. Are you in a good mood?
meh
22. Would you ever want to swim with sharks?
I can't swim
23. Are your eyes the same color as your dad’s?
I think so, I'm not sure
24. What do you want right this second?
can’t say.
25. What would you say if the person you love/like kissed another girl/boy?
Nothing, I have nothing to do with that
26. Is your current hair color your natural hair color?
yes
27. Would you be able to date someone who doesn’t make you laugh?
nah
28. What was the last thing that made you laugh?
some stupid post on instagram
29. Do you really, truly miss someone right now?
yep.
30. Does everyone deserve a second chance?
depends on what they did
31. Honestly, do you hate the last boy you were talking to?
not at all
32. Does the person you have feelings for right now, know you do?
idk, even if she does she either ignores it or doesn’t even believe it
33. Are you one of those people who never drinks soda?
noooo
34. Listening to?
eyes closed - halsey
35. Do you ever write in pencil anymore?
yes, a lot
36. Do you know where the last person you kissed is?
no idea
37. Do you believe in love at first sight?
no, attraction maybe but not love
38. Who did you last call?
my mom
39. Who was the last person you danced with?
my friends
40. Why did you kiss the last person you kissed?
I wanted to? also at that moment I felt like if I didn’t I’d never have the chance to again, I was right so yeah, there’s that
41. When was the last time you ate a cupcake?
idk more than a month ago
42. Did you hug/kiss one of your parents today?
no...
43. Ever embarrass yourself in front of a crush?
oh god yes
44. Do you tan in the nude?
nope, I barely even tan
45. If you could, would you take back your last kiss?
no, I’d make it longer.
46. Did you talk to someone until you fell asleep last night?
not really
47. Who was the last person to call you?
my mom as well
48. Do you sing in the shower?
hell yes
49. Do you dance in the car?
depends on who’s car, but yeah
50. Ever used a bow and arrow?
no but I want to
51. Last time you got a portrait taken by a photographer?
I took a self-portrait when I was studying photography in school, I guess it counts
52. Do you think musicals are cheesy?
depends, some are really good
53. Is Christmas stressful?
...
54. Ever eat a pierogi?
nope, I had to google what that was
55. Favorite type of fruit pie?
I don’t really eat those, my mom prefers to make normal cakes
56. Occupations you wanted to be when you were a kid?
vet or teacher
57. Do you believe in ghosts?
idk honestly
58. Ever have a Deja-vu feeling?
yes
59. Take a vitamin daily?
nop
60. Wear slippers?
yes
61. Wear a bath robe?
no
62. What do you wear to bed?
winter: pajamas; summer: shorts and tee, or tee and underwear or just underwear or nothing
63. First concert?
Bon Jovi
64. Wal-Mart, Target or Kmart?
none, those don't exist here
65. Nike or Adidas?
depends
66. Cheetos Or Fritos?
cheetos
67. Peanuts or Sunflower seeds?
peanuts
68. Favorite Taylor Swift song?
none
69. Ever take dance lessons?
nope
70. Is there a profession you picture your future spouse doing?
what future spouse? xd
71. Can you curl your tongue?
nope
72. Ever won a spelling bee?
nope
73. Have you ever cried because you were so happy?
yes
74. What is your favorite book?
Don’t have a favourite book but my favourite author is Fernando Pessoa
75. Do you study better with or without music?
depends, with instrumentals it’s ok, if not maybe without
76. Regularly burn incense?
no but candles yes
77. Ever been in love?
unfortunately I am rn
78. Who would you like to see in concert?
A day to remember, halsey, the 1975, all time low, you me at six.... we could go on for ages.
79. What was the last concert you saw?
Kaiser Chiefs
80. Hot tea or cold tea?
cold
81. Tea or coffee?
depends
82. Favorite type of cookie?
those white chocolate chip cookies from subway
83. Can you swim well?
can’t swim at all
84. Can you hold your breath without holding your nose?
kinda, not for too long tho
85. Are you patient?
yeah I guess
86. DJ or band, at a wedding?
depends, idk
87. Ever won a contest?
I think?
88. Ever have plastic surgery?
no
89. Which are better black or green olives?
depends, on pizza black
90. Opinions on sex before marriage?
what about it? perfectly natural
91. Best room for a fireplace?
living room
92. Do you want to get married?
idk, maybe, never thought too much about it
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